Quantico

- Previously on "Quantico"... - Why is there interference?

There's already a bug in there.

I hope you don't mind, but I sleep naked.

Hope you don't mind. I pray.

Lydia: It was a blessing you got benched.

That someone probably leaked your name

to make sure you never screwed up again.

I'm in. Tell me what I do next.

"We are the Citizen's Liberation Front.

We've taken control of a five-block radius

in lower Manhattan."

Shelby: Six months ago, after you shut down the op,

- I wrote a report. - This is your president.

I'm ordering a full pardon of Eric Boyer.

Raina: Alex is alive.

How you doing? You okay?

Don't talk to me.

You're still mad at me.

Not another sound.

Not another word.

Another hour, another move of hostages.

We shouldn't be wasting our time hunting one person.

1,700 Federal Hall hostages need food.

Food? Are you kidding me?

We have to cut the dead weight, or we'll never succeed.

Raina:

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Shelby: Forget everything you think you know

about these terrorists.

Don't even call them terrorists.

Think of them like actors,

and everything you're seeing since they took the G20 hostage

over four hours ago is a play.

These are rogue intelligence operatives.

Their tactics and M.O. match a group

that several FBI agents tried to infiltrate last year.

It is too close to be a coincidence.

And if this is a group that we called the AIC,

then these people have a goal,

and I don't know what that is yet,

but I do know this...

Everything that they do is a distraction.

Man: They're broadcasting again.

Raina: In one hour's time,

the Citizen's Liberation Front

will be prepared to trade 1,667 hostages

in exchange...

for the delivery of Eric Boyer to their custody.

Paul: Why would they want a hacker?

What part in the play is this?

They wanted Boyer the moment the president pardoned him.

They didn't ask for him just for him to be pardoned.

This doesn't make sense.

Cooperate,

and this crisis will soon be over.

Resist, and more blood will spill.

What will you choose?

Miranda: These are my agents who are in danger.

Look, we can't end this mission

just because you found this bug in Alex's room.

Yes, it's CIA. No, I can't trace it.

But, for all we know, it could be Owen Hall

on behalf of a faction.

We're not calling it a faction anymore, sir.

We call it the AIC.

Owen is most likely recruiting new AIC members

from your class as we speak,

and this could be his way of vetting them.

Give me one reason... One reason...

Why I shouldn't just roll this thing up right now.

Sylvia Erlich.

She was a young operative

working out of the Berlin station.

We suspected that she was selling secrets

to Russian Intelligence,

so I had people watching her,

gathering facts, building a case,

until last Friday, when she took her own life.

At least, that's what we told her family.

Her suicide was staged by professionals

using techniques you're gonna learn at The Farm.

A CIA operative was murdered by people inside our own Agency,

people we trained not 10 miles from where we're standing.

If we don't find these vigilantes

who've infected the Agency and stop them before long,

they will become the Agency.

Well, we didn't sign up for this

because we thought it would be easy.

What's the countermission?

There is no countermission.

This week, you lay low.

Let this bug thing blow over while we do some research.

I don't want to lose momentum.

And I don't want to lose my agents,

like you lost yours in Berlin.

You lay low. And no slipups.

One false move at The Farm

could be the difference between life and death.

Sebastian:

- - Sebastian!

You're still on the phone.

You've been in here half an hour, man.

Sorry, Mommy. Sorry, Daddy.

- Harry needs to take a shower now. -

Listen. Do you want to take a shower together

and conserve the water?

Why are you even calling me?

I notified the firm. I'm on leave.

Man: Your witness is recanting her testimony.

Recanting her testimony?!

She can't do that.

She's Mr. Mbuinga's only alibi from the night of the attack.

- We have her deposition! - They claim you falsified...

So, this is what you've been up all night

- worrying about? - I could get disbarred!

Falsified?!

Just put me on with the New York office.

Alex: Hey.

Alex, I don't think it's smart if we're...

It'd be more suspicious if we don't.

True.

Well, if we get caught,

just pretend I told a joke or something.

Or you could actually tell me a joke.

Booth, sign for this.

Thank you.

What's that?

Department of Justice. Oh.

See you in class, Parrish.

Okay.

Are the monitors all charged?

They're paired with the system, and your notes are ready.

- We're good to go. -

You are never this pleasant unless there's a reason.

It's called adaptation.

Once I realized I was stuck here,

- I figured I should find the bright side. -

But if you'd rather fight the whole time,

I'd be happy to oblige.

Let's look at our Murder Board standings.

Don't feel bad.

Someone's got to be in last place. Why not you?

Because I was two spots higher yesterday.

What happened overnight?

At the bottom twice. Shouldn't I be cut?

Ask the man behind the curtain. It's his call.

But I'd move up fast, or you're out.

Owen: All right.

Who can tell me what those are?

- Vital signs? - No.

They're emotions.

My emotions.

Tension, dread, fear...

These are things that can be measured.

With practice, they can also be controlled.

A border guard catches you in a lie.

An asset calls your bluff.

A surveillance team shakes your cage.

Being able not just to conceal signs of stress,

but to avoid feeling them in the first place...

That is integral to being an operative.

Lydia: That little piece of government-engineered plastic

on the desk in front of you is a window to your soul.

Green, yellow, red.

Your multitude of indicators

boil down to three simple colors we'll measure today.

The challenge... To stay green

in the most tense of situations.

Just how much do these little things measure?

Well, they didn't say anything about late-night wrist movements,

so I think you're in the clear.

Leigh: I like stress. I feed off it.

Researchers at UC San Diego

invited elite Marines, Olympians, and me

to undergo stress tests in 2011,

and I beat all of them.

Malcolm Gladwell used me for his latest book.

Okay, now you are stressing me out.

I don't know, man. This feels like Big Brother to me.

If you're feeling paranoid, Alex, you should be,

because I am after you.

All of you.

I'm gonna rattle each and every one of you

and measure the results.

I'm gonna learn your vulnerabilities

and show you how to turn them into strengths...

'cause, even though we all have our weaknesses,