Quantico

[sirens wailing, cracking, rumbling]

[Massive Attack's "Paradise Circus" plays]

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You're going to be late for the train.

Train station, yes?

...Aboard flight 861, nonstop to Washington, D.C.

We are currently cruising at an altitude of about 33,000 feet

with an airspeed of about 400 miles per hour.

Weather looks good...

Ryan Booth.

Nice to meet you, Ryan Booth.

You from D.C.?

Just connecting there, on to Chile.

Oh, well...

Vacation?

Doctors Without Borders.

And suddenly I'm out of my league in this conversation.

Thanks.

What about you?

I'm heading back to my family.

- Back? - From the Philippines.

Oh.

Last night of freedom for us both.

I'll drink to that.

[Cold War Kids' "All This Could Be Yours" plays]

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Hey, hi. Uh, thanks for doing this.

I'm... I'm Simon.

Uh, I'm Max.

Uh, we had coffee.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Uh, where you headed?

Uh, sorry. I'm late.

Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah.

- - Do you have a restroom?

It's, uh, out of order.

No key without a purchase.

Okay.

Okay.

So, can I get your number or your E-mail?

Or... your name?

You're not my type.

Said to the man you just had sex with.

Well, if you were, I wouldn't have.

I would have gotten to know you first.

Okay.

How about I list five things about you

to prove that I'm right,

and if any of them are false,

I'll tell you whatever you want to know?

Okay.

One, you're nice.

- - No.

Your good manners probably come from having grown up

in a house full of women.

No man taught you how to shave.

Your stubble grows in different directions.

Two, you're damaged goods.

You were married, and pretty recently, too.

The callus on that finger is small, but not soft.

Three, you're slippery...

because you weren't in Manila.

It's the rainy season in Manila, and you're wearing...

Tennis shoes?

Right, tennis shoes, which are spotless, but not new,

which, four, you would have called "sneakers"

if you really were from the Northeast,

as opposed to... the West Coast?

Los Angeles...

Hawthorne, to be exact.

Which makes you, five, pretty damn untrustworthy,

and while I find that enough of a turn-on

to get into this car and do what we just did,

in the long run, definitely not my type.

Hawthorne?

- _ -

Who are you?

Guess you'll never know now.

I solemnly swear to support and defend

the constitution of the United States against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same.

I take this obligation freely,

without any reservation or purpose of evasion

and will well and faithfully discharge

the duties of the office of which I am about to enter...

So help me God.

Welcome to the FBI Academy at Quantico.

I'm Special Agent Liam O'Connor.

Congratulations.

You made it in.

Now let's see if you can survive.

[sirens wailing, glass shattering]

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Hey! Over here!

FBI! Don't move!

Keep your hands where I can see them!

I'm FBI! I have my crede...

- I said, "Don't move"! - Okay.

Don't you even think about moving!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Okay, okay.

Jacket pocket.

This area's not safe.

Come with me.

The state of this country

is the most precarious it has ever been.

Not only are there more threats than ever before,

but the majority of those threats

don't come from known organizations

or extremist groups, but our own backyard...

a neighbor you grew up next to, a one-night stand you had,

perhaps even a family member.

You applied here to protect your country from those threats.

And while your ideals and your test scores

might have gotten you here,

they will not be enough to keep you here.

The FBI Academy is the toughest boot camp,

hardest grad school rolled into one.

It is not college.

It is life and death.

She's so warm.

- Every class of New Agent Trainees, - She can't be.

- or NATs... - She's the boss.

- ...to make sure that only those... - So what?

- ...who meet bureau standards graduate. - We do really well here,

best-case scenario,

end up a sexless, heartless, pontificating robot?

Worked for Hillary.

You'll receive temporary credentials,

uniforms, and a red-handled gun.

Always wear the uniform, always have your credentials,

always carry the red-handle.

That way, you're identifiable to us as a New Agent Trainee,

or NAT, and not visiting law enforcement, a D.E.A. trainee,

or a neighboring marine.

Guns can be rented for target practice

by leaving your red-handle.

Return your gun, recover your red-handle.

I look like Tilda Swinton.

I'm Simon. Uh, we haven't met yet.

Okay.

Gender-neutral uniforms.

A win for equality?

I'm conflicted.

Alex Parrish.

Shelby Wyatt.

- Good to meet you. - Yeah, you too.

What's this for?

It doesn't even shoot.

It's so you get used

to having the weight of a gun on your person.

You ever shot a real one before?

I was a competitive archer.

That's not the same thing.

The Olympic judges seemed pretty impressed in 2012.

I-I used to be a C.P.A.

This was my only hobby.

Good.

Coffee sucked in the Marines.