Quantico

My name is Alex Parrish.

Protecting our country had always been my dream,

but my life took a drastic turn.

It all started nine months ago, on my way to the FBI academy.

My mother didn't shoot my father. I did.

- Who was he? - He worked for the FBI.

I'll have more for you soon.

You think one of these people is a terrorist?

We're pretty sure they already were a terrorist

when they got to Quantico.

I never thought before I'd save our country,

I'd have to save myself.

There's a terrorist out there, and no one's even looking for them.

I can help, but I have to make it

look like I think you're guilty.

- Do you have any idea who shot you? - It was Alex Parrish.

I need to find the truth.

FBI! Hands! Show me your hands!

Hands!

This is sink or swim, ladies and gentlemen.

Break free of your ties and get out of the pool.

Show me you and your partner know how to work together

or... Fail and sink to the bottom.

Did you cross your wrists before they closed the zip ties?

No. Why?

'Cause it gives you enough slack to do... This!

There you go.

Aah!

- Way to go, partner! - Whoo!

I think if we lock our elbows,

we could use the leverage to break the straps.

Aah!

Pulling real hard works, too.

I thought we were supposed to do this together.

You'll feel better if you figure it out yourself.

Eyes on the road, Georgia Peach.

A hero's welcome.

Taking a bullet doesn't make anyone a hero.

It's what we do today that matters.

Are you sure you're ready for this? You don't need to be here.

Yes, I do.

Right answer.

The executive assistant director's ready for you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm walking into that conference room

with no new information.

When I walk out, I want answers.

I want progress.

I want to know where Alex Parrish is.

It's good to see you.

You too.

Oh. I cut myself getting out of those zip ties. No big deal.

Oh, my wrist could use a little tender loving care, too.

You worked me over in there.

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

But you have to admit, you were dragging a little today.

Maybe you're tired from all those late-night phone calls

you take in the bathroom.

Someone missing you back home?

Just the family business. Money never sleeps.

And, apparently, neither does Alex

if she's awake before the London opening bell.

I hate that I barely finished in time... no thanks to her.

Don't blame yourself.

Vasquez just plays to win.

So do I.

I'm just getting tired of losing.

Hey, really cool spy training. What's next?

How fast you can close a sandwich in a Ziplock bag?

Admit it... you miss it.

Looks like you have a fan.

More like a stalker.

Guy's obsessed with poking holes in everything I tell him.

Guess he's been away from the courtroom so long,

he's decided to put me on trial.

Well, what's wrong with that?

You afraid you won't hold up under scrutiny?

I have a boyfriend.

You wanted to know about your father.

Here's your answer.

What is it?

Everything the Bureau has on him...

commendations, field reports.

20 years of his service, all right here.

Are you sure you want to read it?

That's why I'm here, Liam...

to find out what kind of man he really was.

I just want to prepare you.

You've been waiting for answers for a long time,

and these may not be the ones you hoped for.

I'm, I'm here if you need to talk.

Thank you.

Lance Corporal Ryan Booth.

Served four years in the marine corps,

including two tours of duty in Iraq.

Recipient of the bronze star.

Ms. Shelby Wyatt.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Champion marksman, Rhodes Scholar...

- Whoo-hoo! - And proud debutante.

These are the faces you present to the world...

the story you tell about yourself.

But underneath that narrative

lies the psychology that drives you.

When dealing with the crime, the evidence tells you how.

The psychology tells you why.

It allows you to know the criminal.

Before you know the enemy, you have to know yourself.

When you applied to the FBI,

we constructed psychological profiles of you...

breakdowns of your mental strengths

and emotional weaknesses.

But it's not enough for us to look inside you.

You have to prove that you can look inside each other...

NAT and analyst alike.

In the field, this is the kind of work

that you do with a subject you've never met.

Here, you've been together for three weeks.

So you are going to conduct profiles

based on the strengths and weaknesses you find.

Get real, get deep, don't hold anything back.

I'd better be impressed.

Profile me all you want.

I'm an open book.

Yeah, I've heard of it "American Psycho."

This will be easy.

I've never had trouble reading people.

It's usually the smartest people

who have the biggest blind spot.

Alex Parrish.

Second-generation special agent, first in her class,

or should I say first in your class, O'Connor?

You must be so proud.

Sir...

No, I talk. You listen.

Somebody has to tell me why the next 9/11

was pulled off by one of our own.

Because I have to tell the press something...

anything.

We have Miranda in custody for helping her escape.

More Bureau fingerprints. What else?

We have a planeload of evidence

from the site where Parrish constructed the bomb

en route to Quantico as we speak...

components, blueprints.

All you're giving me is how.

What I need is a why.

There's a big country out there,

we need to take it by the hand, tell

it a story. We wait too long, somebody else will,

then we'll never get control of this thing.

Sir?

The VAN just landed.

O'Connor.

Is there someone more important you need to see?

Yes. And so do you.

You want to know why Parrish bombed Grand Central?

Ask the woman who raised her.

But I already said I don't know anything. I...

why won't anyone listen?

Will she talk?

I'll make sure of it.

Good, because you and I go on-camera in an hour.

Looks like you got the message.

You give me one good reason why I should help you.

Because if we don't find out who really bombed Grand Central,

who knows what they'll do next?

Ryan called.

He asked me to help.

I told him I didn't trust you.

He said I didn't have a choice.

And he was right.

You think I did it, Simon?

The Alex Parrish I knew at Quantico wasn't a terrorist.

I'm still the same person.

Are you?

Help me figure out who did this.

How?

You're the FBI agent.

I'm the guy that got kicked out of Quantico, remember?

And that wasn't fair.

And I was always on your side. You know that.

You deserved better.

Yeah, well, maybe Agent Asher could have helped you,

but Simon Asher only works for a startup.

A tech startup...

With equipment you can use to analyze this.

Whoever framed me staged my apartment

to look like I built a bomb,

but they left that behind.

I'll never forget how you handled that bomb at Quantico.

Ultimately, it didn't matter, did it?

Everybody got to see the real me...

and didn't really like what they saw, did they?

I did.

Besides, looks like you landed on your feet all right.

Look, Simon, these are the only bread crumbs I have

to find out who the real terrorist is.

And you're the only one who can help me.

Please, just...