Quantico

My name is Alex Parrish. I'm an FBI agent.

In July, a terrorist

blew up Grand Central Terminal in New York.

But before that, I was still a trainee.

These people were my friends --

or at least I thought they were.

One of them is a terrorist.

And now I'm racing to find out who they are

before they strike again.

Meet the class above you.

These are the people

that are gonna spend the day kicking your ass.

You're Alex?

Relax, Tebow.

I'm gonna smack you around.

You're just gonna try not to bruise.

I don't feel like going back in there right now.

Take me somewhere?

I'm your teacher.

The woman you thought was your sister

has been kidnapped.

Please help me.

I know there is someone else, Ryan.

When's this gonna end?

The first time I saw you at the Academy,

I knew what you were capable of.

You weren't the terrorist before,

but now you're going to be.

If you want to remain safe,

you're going to do exactly what I say --

both of you. -Which is what?

Return to work in the morning

and then wait for further instruction.

But I --

Oh, my God. I'm so -- I'm so sorry.

How did this even get on you?

I have no idea.

I must have been drugged, like you were.

The last thing I remember is leaving the hearing

to walk to the subway.

And when I woke up, it was on me.

Alex, l-listen to me.

Listen to me.

You were right this whole time.

Elias was just a puppet, and now we are, too.

You said you were looking into everyone in our class, right?

What did you find?

Okay.

Elias called in a tip

on the orders of the terrorist to frame me.

The idea of our class was just a red herring.

So, what are you saying?

It could be anyone you've ever met?

No, not anyone.

Because that person on the phone just told me

that they saw me the first day at the Academy.

They had my fingerprints from orientation.

We need to start all over again.

We need to -- We need to look at everyone

who was there from the first day at Quantico --

field counselors, the other classes,

Liam, Miranda, just --

Ryan.

Ryan?

This is all my fault. I missed the bigger picture.

How could you think straight? You were running for your life.

For someone with a bomb strapped to their chest,

you're thinking straight.

I was always better than you.

We're gonna find whoever's doing this, okay?

And we're gonna stop them.

And you are going to survive.

So, you survived the integration.

Now, instead of toe-to-toe,

you are one unit, one class.

Time to leave the animosity behind.

All right, change! Let's go!

If you're going to survive...

...you're going to need to learn how to survive together...

...which means you must

understand each other completely.

I slept late.

Really? Through morning prayers?

What are your physical strengths?

What are your weaknesses, your blind spots?

Nice. Thanks for thinking of me.

Well, you know where the cafeteria is. Go make yourself one.

-Hey. -Hey.

I'll see you at the gym.

What are your breaking points?

In the FBI, you don't have to just know yourself,

but your partners equally.

Huh.

How about these?

...but you're going to have to learn to trust each other,

Parrish, Perales, I said "time."

Okay. You've proven that endurance isn't your weak point.

Now give up your little grudge match

and get your asses to class.

I would have won.

Yeah? Well, I would have made you work for it first.

Rematch tomorrow?

-You're on. -You dropped something.

I haven't had a chance to mail them yet.

Yeah, sure. Of course.

No time to just walk downstairs and put them in the mailbox.

Okay.

Khaled says whoever took his wife finally made contact.

They're demanding $5 million cash for her safe return.

I mean, do you even have that kind of cash?

Actually, don't answer that.

On one hand, how could I possibly pay the ransom

for someone who conned me for over a decade?

But then I don't know.

On the other hand, she's --

she's the only semblance of family I have left.

Look, if you want to find out who's behind it,

you got to follow the money.

The question is, is it worth $5 million to find the answer?

How could we even follow the money?

It's in Croatia.

W-With my father's help,

if you're willing to let me get him involved.

Well, at least you asked this time.

Do it.

My suspicions were correct --

Mom said you never went home for New Year's.

I was visiting a friend.

And you lied to me, to her?

He who makes peace between people

by inventing good information is not a liar.

Don't quote your Hadiths to me.

What friend? I know all your friends.

You used to tell me everything.

You always thought so.

I've told you before about the dangers of secrets.

Now it is time you learn their value.

In the field, secrets can very quickly become currency.

This week, we are going to talk human intelligence.

Who knows what that means?

Intelligence gathered by means of interpersonal contact,

as opposed to more technical

intelligence-gathering disciplines,

such as signals, imagery, messaging,

and signature intelligence.

It was a rhetorical question, Dr. Olsen.

Which he answered correctly, by the way.

But...who are these people you're using these methods on,

and what kind of intelligence are you gathering from them?

It's time you learn how to source informants.

When approaching a source,

it is imperative that you know everything about them

that makes them tick --

their interests, their fears, their pressure points,

and, of course... their weaknesses.

When you know how to exploit a weakness,

you can get a person to do almost anything you want.

They're just as scared of you.

I don't have my badge yet.

My reinstatement interview is in an hour.

I'd say show them your I.D.,

but I'm pretty sure everyone knows who you are.

She's with me.

Thank you.

I'm surprised you're still talking to me.

Yeah, what you believe in on your own is your business now,

as long as you show up here and do your job.

I'm going to the morning briefing.

I'll head upstairs with you.

Oh, they didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

You don't work upstairs anymore.

On whose orders?

Mine.

I'm sorry.

Hannah, I didn't know that...

That I'm the Special Agent in Charge

of the Joint Terrorism Task Force?

Well, since everyone above me was murdered

when the bank blew up, I was next in line.

So now it's my job to get the JTTF back up and running.

And it's your job to stay far, far out of my way,

down in Operations.

Did I do something to piss you off?

You mean besides turning the deaths

of 32 of the finest agents the Bureau's ever seen

into your own last stand?

You may have come to your senses

and said what the commission needed you to say,

but until I'm sure you meant it,

you're gonna work your way back up to good standing.

If this is about Ryan, you should know that --

Oh, that's the thing about you.

You make everything so personal.