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Previously on "Quantico"...

Anybody wanting to attack America

just got a huge windfall.

I'm forming a select team to fight it.

My fiancée says I'm too tough on you.

Maxine Griffin, founder of The Roster.

If you want me to drop the story,

then you give me something else to take its place.

- Hello? - I owe you.

Well, how about you buy me dinner?

- I don't pay for stories. - Well, I'll buy you dinner.

I'm sorry. We won't be able to fulfill our promise to you.

You could stay here, join us.

- You're nothing. - You are my sister.

León, it's Shelby Wyatt.

Thought I'd call and see how you were.

Wow.

Good morning to you, too.

- Mm. I've missed you. - Mm.

You say that like I'm the one that keeps leaving.

Mm.

It it were up to me,

I would be with you all day, every day.

Save it for the vows.

You know, assuming you're not gonna get called away

during those, too.

I would never do that.

A runaway groom. How devastating that would be.

Sorry.

_

And he's leaving again.

Are we gonna talk about this new job of yours?

Let me rephrase that.

Okay, let's talk about this new job of yours right now.

You're still a strategist, right?

- I plead the fifth. - Oh.

And now you're lying?

What are you saying,

that I can't have this job and marry you?

I'm saying that I can't be with somebody

that doesn't trust me.

When all this is over,

I will be able to tell you everything.

Until them, how about the trust going both ways

and you trust me?

Give me a reason. A real one.

I love you. That's all I got.

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- Looks like I am the welcome committee. - Yeah?

Well, I thought there'd be a big banner

or some home-cooked lasagna, at least.

I mean, isn't that what you people do?

What, you mean FBI agents or clandestine task forces?

You know, no one welcomed me here,

but Alex said it was mandatory that you feel at home.

Well, I already lived here, so...

Hmm. So, my work here's done.

I'm welcomed.

Great.

It's nice having you here.

Make yourself useful, and help me with this trace.

Well, I was on my way to the gym.

Did you sleep?

This is more important than sleeping.

Is everything okay?

I'm fine.

Help or leave.

All right. Let's see what you got.

Wish we could all have dinner, but we're off to Savannah.

Next time you're in Delhi.

Of course.

It was so lovely to see you again, Mira.

Bye. Bye.

Bye. Be safe.

Cute family.

Yeah.

An old friend from an old life.

She asked a lot of questions.

I gave a lot of vague answers.

Yeah.

It's hard to reconnect

when everything I do is a secret.

You know what's so strange?

She knows me,

but there's nothing that connects us other than our past.

It's like we existed in two separate universes...

Me in my crazy one and she in her...

Normal one?

Is that what you want? A normal life?

Doesn't even matter.

We should go.

They'll be waiting for us.

Where's Dayana?

On a case going to federal court.

If she didn't show, her cover could get blown.

But she didn't say goodbye.

Yeah. And you didn't say hello.

I'm so happy you're here.

I'd like to bring something to everyone's attention.

My hope is that Sean Gregory's Ponzi scheme coming to light

just weeks after our visit is merely coincidence.

But if I discover that someone on this team has been talking,

you're not only jeopardizing this entire operation,

but you could get us killed.

That said, we need to keep moving forward.

We can thank Nimah for catching this latest ping.

Normally, we have to wait for something to happen.

Not this time.

Whoever accessed our cache of stolen surveillance

got sloppy, downloading to a cellphone,

thus revealing herself quickly...

Rebecca Sherman of New York City.

The socialite?

Her taste, personal network,

and dinner parties are legendary.

Everyone from Janet Yellen to Jay Z.

She's a power broker.

She can summon influential people in a room

and get them talking,

even when no amount of official diplomacy has worked.

Okay, and what did she exactly access from the cache?

Classified Intel on vulnerabilities in U.S. passport control.

But she hasn't put any of it to use yet.

So, for the first time, we have a chance

to get ahead of a collaborator before they act?

Exactly. She accessed the cache this morning from her phone,

bounced her IP off a sole server in Riyadh.

Shelby, thank you for offering to utilize your asset there,

but we were able to trace it to Rebecca.

Who's your asset in Riyadh?

I thought I could reach out to Samar.

Samar?

The woman who conned you into believing

she was your sister for 15 years, Shelby?

Are you crazy?

It was just a thought.

I-I don't want to diminish this woman

or her groundbreaking work

with seating arrangements and artisanal cocktails,

but are we all agreed here that there is no way

she's a pillar of some global conspiracy?

No. We are not all agreed.

According to my research

into our two identified collaborators, Roarke and Kelly,

Rebecca is connected to both.

Her contacts include very powerful people

from all walks of life.

What if... Yeah, what if this is how the collaborators

contacted each other in the first place?

What if Sherman's the connective tissue?

Really? The hostess, the ringleader?

I really appreciate the thought you've put into this,

but it's kind of absurd.

I wasn't aware it was our job to convince you.

Well, my apologies for taking a contrary opinion.

If this theory is correct, then Rebecca could be the key

to unlocking identities of every collaborator.

We need to figure out a way to get all her information.

But how?

You don't get to be as famous as her

without being a locked box.

So, she works with people of note, right?

She hosts dinners, plans parties,

weddings, even.

You want to use me... as bait?

Okay. Now I'm on board.

No. No. No way. It's not happening.

You and your fiancée are planning

the highest-profile wedding of the year.

You reach out to Rebecca, make the intro.

She would never think it's under false pretenses.

This is a good idea.

- This is a bad idea. - Why is that?

Because, like the rest of us,

you'll finally have some real skin in the game?

This is more than skin. This is my marriage.

Please respect that my life is my life.

I want Max as far away from this as possible.

Okay, so that's that then, is it?

- Hmm? - It's okay for First Baby

to be in the sandlot with the rest of us

as long as he doesn't get his hands dirty?

- Harry, stop. - What? What?

You all put your lives at risk every day,

and he risks nothing.

You have no idea what I have on the line here.

Clay, if there were any other way...

Maxine can't find out.

All right. Get her to want to meet with Rebecca.

She's the event planner for your wedding.

Entrée into her Manhattan townhouse is the first step.

I bend the truth in my profession,

but with Max, I don't lie.

Ever.

But the key here is not to focus on the lie.

Focus on what the lie gets you.

What makes you so equipped to give me this advice?

I had to manipulate Raina for her own safety at the G20.

And how's that working out for you and her?

We're closer than ever.