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Previously on Class of '09...

Poet, I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

I don't know how to be a little bit in love.

We either do everything or we do nothing,

and you don't want everything,

so it has to be nothing.

Okay, if that's how you feel.

HOUR: You integrated artificial intelligence with my system?

It's just a trial, Hour.

If I'm wrong, then I'll pay the price, but if I'm right,

we all win.

You have no idea what the price will be.

POET: Hiding amongst this crowd of victims,

there could be multiple serial killers,

and no one has identified any of them.

Hey.

I can help.

The arrests are becoming predictive.

To better prevent crime,

it arrests people likely to commit a crime.

MINISTER: This is a sanctuary!

-(minister grunts) -(electricity crackles)

How the hell did we attack

a senator and a minister in a church?

The system has proven itself

time after time.

And it's proven that we no longer have the courage

to say no.

What would you like us to do?

Shut it down?

Navigate to Senator Spenser's home.

(tires screeching)

OFFICER: Gun! Gun!

GABRIEL: Hurry up, guys. Let's go.

All right.

After 20 weeks, you've reached the end.

Your training is complete.

DREW: All that stands between you and your careers

as special agents is one final test.

GABRIEL: The pepper spray test.

DREW: When you're in position,

you will be sprayed with pepper spray,

at which point you will mount a counterattack

on the punch bags

and fend off an assailant

who tries to wrestle you for your gun.

GABRIEL: What is the purpose of this test, you might ask?

We could be stabbed or shot,

but we always stay in the fight.

We never give up, we always carry on.

So... who wants to go first?

I'll go.

DREW: All right. You're up.

A word of advice, don't rub your eyes.

(grunts)

(coughing)

(grunting)

(yells)

GABRIEL: End exercise.

Good job, Poet.

TRAINEE: Good job, Poet.

You all right?

All right, who wants to go next?

One question, sir.

Go on.

Why is this the final test?

If it were part of regular combat training, I'd understand.

I mean, I'd still hate it, but I'd understand it.

Except it's not part of combat training.

You have a theory you want to share, trainee?

Yes, sir. I do.

The real test is our willingness to submit, right?

To submit to an order that goes against

our every natural instinct.

Are you refusing to take the test?

I'll submit.

I will absolutely submit, if you admit

that this is just a test of submission.

I acknowledge your interpretation of this test.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

TAYO: We've been cleared to trial AI.

We'd like to use your case as a test.

And we know Hour's database on its own

didn't produce any leads.

POET: It's an encyclopedia.

It would take me a lifetime to read.

TAYO: AI can process that information in hours.

What have we got to lose, Poet?

♪♪ ♪♪

TAYO: Poet, the suspect has been cleared by multiple agents.

However, the system evaluates a high probability

he is connected to at least 16 of the murders.

HOUR: Why does Poet have to be the guinea pig?

She's never been scared of going first.

(sighs)

(knocks)

May I speak with you?

Uh...

(chuckles) Yeah. Come on in.

You seem to know why I'm here.

You are the seventh person

to talk to me about those freeway murders.

I only have records of five.

No, three times by the police.

Twice by the Bureau?

No, three times.

One Agent, as soon as he saw the wheelchair,

he apologized.

Didn't even come inside.

Well, hopefully I won't take up too much of your time.

May I?

Yeah, go ahead.

I don't know what more I can say.

Well, you've driven all through the country.

I'm just wondering if you've heard anything

or... seen anything.

No.

First I heard of those women was from the cops.

They showed me some photographs.

You know, I've never even seen those cases on the news.

These souvenirs?

From my travels.

Places you've passed through?

Not all of them, no.

What does it depend on?

What does what depend on?

Whether you buy something or not?

Whether there's something I like.

Something you want to remember?

May I?

Do you mind?

I do.

They valuable?

To me they are.

Can you show me your truck?

Yeah, sure.

Did you modify this yourself?

I did.

Get in, I'll show you.

TAYO: You're baiting him, Poet.

You do not need to get in the truck.

We have enough. I'm sending in backup.

Isn't this sweet?

Huh?

(grunts) See,

when I'm in here,

all those other cars,

they're like toys to me.

How high are we?

60 inches off the road.

Some of the victims, their bodies were staged.

Some were concealed in shallow graves, but...

some were tossed from a height,

like trash thrown out a window.

I always thought it was contempt.

I... never considered it might be out of necessity.

Yeah, I don't know anything about that.

You ever sleep with any prostitutes

while you're on the road?

Must be nice to have company.

(scoffs)

I could say the same for you.

Always on the road.

Look, check this out.

Before and after.

Step by step how I built this thing.

Did they notice the wheelchair and feel safe?

Was there pity in their eyes?

You got nothing on me.

That might have been true once, but not anymore.

What are we gonna find when forensics comes in here?

-Hmm? -(whirring)

You used to be really careful,

but... now you're sloppy.

You've gotten away with it too many times.

(grunts, coughs)

(grunting)

Fuck.

(both straining)

(straining continues)

TAYO: Poet. Poet.

Close your eyes.

(giggles) They all close their eyes at the end.

(electricity charging)

Ow! (grunts)

(panting)

(Row groaning)

(sirens wailing)

(panting)

It saved her.

It sent her into danger.

And it will learn from its mistakes.

But it won't pay for them.

You're not convinced?

No, I'm not.

Okay.

But you will be.

The real test of this system

isn't about how it goes up against poor people,

it's about how it goes up against corporations.

White collar prosecutions are down

30% in the last ten years,

50% in the last 20 years.

The Bureau doesn't have the resources to go after them.

TAYO: Most people believe that

there's a justice system for them

and a justice system for corporate America,

and for the most part they'd be right.

But with this system...

And the system is the answer.

It doesn't care how expensive your legal team is.

It's one thing,

arresting some hillbilly trucker with a crowbar.

Yeah, you would be right. Absolutely right.

And that's why I want to go after Wall Street.

-SHANNON: Wall Street? -Yes, sir.

This last financial crisis, how many people went to jail?

One.

(scoffs) Just one guy.

And some trader from Credit Suisse.

$30 trillion of global wealth wiped out,

and just one conviction.

These are very powerful, well-connected people.

We're using a very powerful, well-connected computer.

The banks fight back.

Not with wrenches and crowbars, but make no mistake,

they'll come after the Bureau in all sorts of ways,

some of which we haven't even imagined.

Well, we survived white militia.

We can't be scared of white collar.

Do you have a specific case in mind?

I do. I do, sir.

One bank, Tayo.

The worst offender.

As a trial.

As a test. That's all.

Thank you, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

TAYO: I used to have a view just like this, you know?

I mean, you guys haven't updated your decor

since Gordon Gekko was running things around here, huh?

(chuckles)

MAN: You, uh, arrived without an appointment.

Yeah, well, when you're the Bureau,

you don't have to make appointments for arrests.

I'm surprised your three colleagues

haven't explained that the Bureau

has exhaustedly investigated these charges and found nothing.

No, they explained that.

WOMAN: You're not even

with the financial crime division of the Bureau.

You would be correct.

WOMAN: If you're not a financial expert,

do you even understand these charges?

TAYO: Oh, you guys, you guys really love

your jargon, don't you?

What is it, contango? Uh, backwardation? Convexity?

Maybe we should be talking with this agent,

who better understands what we're

discussing here today.

Well, how's this, in layman's terms?

Your bank has made over $73 billion

in bets on future markets which have all gone bad.

But you concealed these losses

while collecting investments,

which you can only do if you appear to be successful, right?

So you all play your part.

You pay out your bonuses, you fly in your private jets,

but the reality is that these losses

far exceed the market capitalization

of this once venerable institution.

When ordinary people look at your balance sheet,

they see value.

AI sees no value at all.

How'd I do? Is that... (chuckles)

Am I... Am I off the mark by much?

(phones vibrating, chiming)

That would be our evidence.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

I have just been informed that the corporate helicopter

is requesting permission to take off from the roof.

Now, I don't know if that's a coincidence,

I... Or maybe,

whether you're wearing ski masks

or suits when you're robbing a bank,

you got to find a way to get a quick escape, huh?

Am I right?

Amos.

First the banks, what next?

Corrupt politicians.

AMOS: Who?

TAYO: All of them.

Tayo, we have no idea what the system will find.

GABRIEL: Welcome to Orders Night.

(cheering)

All right, it's time to find out

where in this beautiful country of ours

you're going to be posted.

When you come onstage,

we want you to tell us where you'd like to be posted.

And then where you think you'll be posted.

And finally you will find out

where you have been posted.

As you're aware, these orders are not up for debate.

(laughter)

All right, it might be called Orders Night,

but we're not gonna go in any particular order

because, uh,

that's how wild and wacky I'm feeling tonight.

-That's right. -So...

(whooping)

All right, so...

First up... Trainee Lennix.

-(whooping) -GABRIEL: Lennix.

(indistinct shouting)

Thanks.

Okay.

I, uh... I'd like to go to Washington, D.C.

TRAINEE: Of course you would.

I think I am going to Washington, D.C.

And...

I am going to HQ in D.C.

(overlapping shouting)

GABRIEL: The trainee who got everything they wanted.

DREW: Next up, Trainee Poet.

(cheering)

Yeah.

I really don't care where, um, I'm posted.

(booing)

(laughing): Well, it's true, I don't.

-(chuckles) -Um, and...

I have no idea where that's going to be.

(chuckles)

I'm going to San Diego.

(cheering)

GABRIEL: Up next, we have Trainee Riviera.

San Diego.

I know a nudist beach there.

(chuckles) I'll have to check it out.

RIVIERA: I want to go to Portland, but...

You're not going to San Diego.

...I think I'm going to Dallas.

-That's what it says on the card. -I'm going to Chicago.

That's not where you're going.

(crowd cheering)

Where am I going?

I don't know, but it's not San Diego.

You have some top secret special intel from HQ D.C.?

I didn't want D.C.

I know.

That's my dad's world.

Where did you want?

San Diego.

Next up, Trainee Michaels.

(cheering)

(chuckles)

(chuckles) I would like to go to Boston.

CROWD: Ooh...

-(chanting): Vivienne, Vivienne! -Okay, man.

-(both laugh) -Vivienne, Vivienne!

TAYO: Okay, all right, all right.

(chuckles) Um...

but I think that I'm going to Los Angeles.

And I'm going to...

-TRAINEE: Where you going? -TRAINEE 2: Let it out! -(chuckles)

(indistinct shouting)

I am going to Billings, Montana.

CROWD: Oh...!

Billings, Montana?

TRAINEE 3: Gonna get yourself a motorcycle award?

Billings, Montana?

You're sending me to Billings, Montana?

-Tayo, listen to me. -I'm not going to Billings, Montana.

You know why I'm not going? Because I quit!

Tayo, will you stop packing your bags for a moment?

Tell me that this wasn't deliberate, sir.

-It is deliberate. -Exactly. Exactly!

They want me to toe the line.

Do you think we sent you to Billings, Montana

as a punishment for not following orders?

That's exactly what I think, sir!

We sent you there

because you're no good at following orders.

At that field office, you report to no one.

You will be your own boss from the moment you arrive.

You want the world's toughest course

in being an investigator? It's in Montana.

The local police hate you.

The local people don't trust you.

Look, I-I-I hear you, sir. I do.

But I'm not going to Billings, Montana.

-You can't go anywhere else. -Sir...

I met someone.

And even if I agree with you, she... sh...

she's not gonna move...

to Montana, sir. She... We can't make that work.

Well, I can't speak to that.

(sighs): Ah, Tayo.

(sighs)

All I'll say is this.

The way to conquer the center

is to first conquer the edge.

Whatever you decide...

...you'll always be the best trainee I ever taught.

(door closes)

In the hall, Lennix told me

that he wanted to come to San Diego.

Maybe he was joking, but, um...

...when he said it, I...

I kind of want him to come, too.

Am I being crazy?

(sighs)

Poet, he's seeing someone else.

Who?

An analyst.

They've been friends since the beginning,

but when you guys broke up,

she was supportive.

(scoffs)

Supportive.

It just kind of happened, from what I understand.

Do you know her?

A little.

Well...

what's she like?

Smart. Kind. Pretty-ish.

Should I not have said anything?

No. You know, it's not like we were married.

Fuck.

(knock on door)

Could I have a word with Poet?

Of course.

-DREW: How you doing? -(door closes)

Okay. Just still processing everything.

Well, don't process too much.

You're not going to San Diego.

Where am I going?

We'd like you to return here

to become an undercover agent.

It would involve an additional training course,

the toughest one we run,

just to prove that you're cut out for it,

which I believe you are.

Undercover?

Some of the greatest agents the FBI has ever known

worked undercover. The best of the best.

And if there's a job at the Bureau

where one person can truly make a difference,

this is it.

The price you pay is high.

It involves sacrifices.

I'll do it.

Hey, I'll meet you inside.

(indistinct chatter)

(Poet sighs)

What are you doing here?

Putting together a team.

The system's generating so many leads,

I-I can't do it all on my own.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

It was last-minute.

Where are you staying?

They put us in a hotel.

I know the kind of hotels the Bureau puts us in.

(chuckles)

You should stay with me.

You're going through so much right now.

What are you talking about?

You should stay with me.

It's a two-bedroom condo.

Brand-new. You'll have your own space.

Plus I haven't even started unpacking. You can help me.

(both laugh)

Okay.

I'll see you later.

It's for people who live alone.

The apartment watches after them.

So... if I break my leg, the ambulance shows up.

If my groceries run out,

the fridge calls the shops.

(chuckles)

If my laundry basket is full,

the dry cleaners show up.

Wow.

I love it.

HOUR: Yeah, that makes one of us.

You're more than welcome to stay as long as you'd like.

Thank you.

I wanted to talk to you...

about something

before we go out and get something to eat.

Shit, I'm actually--

I'm supposed to be having dinner with Tayo and his team.

Uh, that's fine. It's... Of course.

-I-I get it. -What-what did you want to talk about?

Why don't you just relax, wind down?

I'll show you your room.

Okay.

(car door closes)

POET: Night.

(car drives away)

(locks door)

(clicking quietly)

(floorboards creak softly)

Babe.

Be right back.

♪♪ ♪♪

(water running)

(door opens)

(locks door)

♪♪ ♪♪

(man shouts)

Tayo? Tayo?

-Tayo, come out! -(pounding on door)

-(shouts) -Open the door, Tayo!

-What's the matter? -Aah, Viv, run!

(both grunting)

(yells)

(gasping)

MAN: Yeah!

Yeah!

(screams)

(both grunting)

(gasping, panting)

(Tayo screaming)

(both grunting)

(panting)

(intruder coughing)

(straining)

(intruder gagging)

Who sent you?

(gagging)

Who sent you?

(Tayo groans)

Who?!

(police sirens approaching)

(bagpipes playing "Amazing Grace")

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

POET: It is not your fault.

No?

So, whose fault is it?

You didn't code it.

I believed in it, too.

We all believed in one version or another.

Yeah, but at what price?

So, what now?

You all have done everything that you can.

I'm up.

You should go home.

Everybody out.

Now!

What are you doing?

I'm shutting it down, Warren.

On whose authority?

My authority.

I had the authority to turn it on,

I have the authority to turn it off.

Shutdown requires a consensus.

To even attempt to shut down on your own

is a crime.

I'm asking you to stop.

(scoffs) I am still head of the FBI.

Don't you ever forget that.

Unless you act in a way

contrary to your oath to the Bureau.

The oath.

I took that oath when you were still in college.

You enter that code,

the system stays on, but your career is over.

You know what, you standing here,

telling me that?

Lets me know that that's already the case.

Here you go.

I-I know this isn't...

the way that it should be done...

I, uh...

Aw, fuck it. Will you marry me?

(laughs) "Fuck it, will you marry me?"

(exhales) 20 years of planning, and that's...

that's the best I can do. (chuckles)

Yeah.

(chuckling): I'll marry you.

Are you sure? You don't want to...

I don't need to think about it.

I thought we missed our chance.

We did. (chuckles)

But we made another one.

(chuckles) We-we can do all that again.

The asking part.

I... Over a meal and...

the ring in a glass of champagne.

Mm-hmm. I can act surprised.

I prefer it like this.

NEWSCASTER: The president has fired the director of the FBI,

Tayo Michaels, with immediate effect.

For the past few months he had been seeking

a term extension, which many sources at the Bureau

felt he was sure to receive.

To find out what changed, we go to our

White House chief correspondent officer.

(indistinct chatter)

-(door opens) -(entry bell jingles)

(Tayo chuckles)

I knew you'd be here.

I am.

How you doing?

I love this place.

Everybody in here minds their own business.

I'm all over the news,

and nobody in here gives a damn, so I'm good.

Hmm. Mind if I join you?

Absolutely. Please.

♪♪ Her father's name was Victor ♪♪

♪♪ Worked two jobs to provide for his flock... ♪♪

I, um...

I've never been fired before.

My whole life.

I've never not had a job either.

So when this happened, I...

didn't know what to do.

So I went out,

got a single-malt Japanese whiskey

from 2009,

uh, the same year that I joined the Bureau,

and I brought it here,

and they told me I could drink it.

Can I try?

(chuckles)

♪♪ Filthy rich ♪♪

♪♪ With the wealth you couldn't get from a dark casino... ♪♪

You have good taste in liquor

for someone who doesn't drink.

Cheers. (chuckles)

I went by your house.

There's a wall of journalists there.

Oh, yeah, there is.

Why did you never move out?

I don't know.

Why did you never move on?

(sighs)

No one else was you.

♪♪ She had the complexion of... ♪♪

What do I do now?

What do we do now?

(grunts)

I let you go, you know.

Mm-hmm. You did.

Maybe you had to.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

♪♪ She found Christ at an altar... ♪♪

Stay with me?

It won't be the same.

No. It won't be.

It'll be something new.

(sighs)

We'll just be comparing it to how it was.

I don't know.

You want to find out?

I'd like to try.

♪♪ She was born in New Orleans. ♪♪

(elevator bell dings)

Would you like us to fetch you the proper attire?

You're Tayo's appointee, aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

Tayo is not director anymore.

Now, let's see what this system can really do.