Quantico

Previously on "Quantico"...

You want to tell me why you're asking so many damn questions?

Can't I just be interested?

- Julian. - Will.

Nice to meet you, Will.

You think you got burned on purpose. You want names.

Check out these stress spikes. They're Leigh's.

We can't end this mission just because you found this bug.

Owen is recruiting new members from your class on behalf of a faction.

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

When all the hostages have been freed,

we'll leave Boyer in your custody.

It wasn't supposed to go this far.

- - Okay. Let's do this.

Woman: For those of you just joining us,

we have unconfirmed reports of shots fired just moments ago

during what is believed to have been a release of hostages.

The FBI as well as the White House have no comment,

and that's in line with the media blackout

they've imposed around the area.

There's plenty of chaos and uncertainty surrounding today's events,

and as we head into hour four of this national nightmare,

Americans are left to wonder, when will we get answers?

Where do you go, Julian?

Since our initial meeting two weeks ago,

we've spent approximately

17 hours and 36 minutes together...

about 5%, give or take.

Most of the time in this bed,

and, um, I can say with absolute certainty

that I have no idea where you go when you leave in the morning.

I, William James Olsen,

go to The Semple Institute in Pentagon City.

That was easy. Your turn.

You're very sexy. You know that?

I know a lot of things,

except for where you go, your last name,

why you squint when you wear your glasses,

why we only ever meet here.

Do you always ask so many questions of everyone you date?

Oh, no, I don't I don't date.

Hmm?

Well, word of advice.

Some people like to reveal themselves slowly.

You should let them.

Can I borrow your phone, please? Mine's dead again.

I need to check the traffic. It's just so I can get to work.

Which I will tell you about next time I see you.

So, the real question you should be asking yourself is,

when are you gonna see me again?

'Cause that's the question I always ask myself whenever I leave you.

It's all clear.

So, do you, uh...

do you want to see me again,

or do you need to see me again?

I need to see you again.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Text me an address of where to meet you later.

We can go out for a change.

All right. Text you an address.

I'll make sure my phone's not dead.

Thanks, Liz.

Buenos dias. Juicer working again?

Woman: We got it fixed just for you.

I think you forgot this.

Anyone up this early must need their fix, right?

Thank you.

¡Hasta mañana!

Nimah: He talked to you?

Shelby: I don't think he recognized me.

And you don't think he maybe followed you?

He could be on to us. He could be AIC.

He spent time in a cartel prison.

León Velez is dangerous.

I don't think he's gonna give me a Colombian necktie

between sips of his kale apple ginger.

- You can't go back there. - I know.

No, you cannot see him again.

Nimah. I know.

You know, I thought that being a handler would be exciting.

Like being a coach on the sidelines of the game

controlling the moves of the players.

Instead we're commentators in a box in the back.

Okay, they're in.

All right. So Alex reported that Leigh is all about routine.

Every Wednesday, she goes for a run

at 6:00 on the dot for exactly 30 minutes,

which means they now have 27 minutes in her room

to prove that she is the one who planted the bug.

You must've worked up quite an appetite sneaking through Leigh's room.

So, do you want to tell me what's going on, or shall I tell her?

The hell are we?

- Man. - What the hell happened?

Don't remember any of it.

Leigh, did you drug us?

No.

I did.

You were drugged 77 minutes ago.

That's 1 hour and 17 minutes of your life

that are unaccounted for.

Although, it looks pretty obvious how you spent them.

Yeah, in Ryan's dreams.

You took our clothes off?

- Owen, this is just... - Illegal? Amoral?

Drugging is just one of the manipulations

enemies will use to compromise you,

to create situations that show things differently than they are,

which is today's focus.

Some of you may notice a few of your classmates are missing.

That's because this particular assignment

works better in smaller groups.

Lydia and Angie have the others,

but I handpicked you.

Consider yourselves lucky.

You made it to the inner circle.

Today you're gonna learn that an operative

is the writer, director, and stage hand.

You craft the narrative, you create the illusion,

be it false intelligence, a faked identification,

or a staged crime scene.

The art of illusion

is about making something look like something else,

convincingly placing yourself somewhere you've never been,

or erasing yourself as if you were never there at all.

All right, that's it. Let's go.

Harry: Well, I already know two people

very adept at the art of illusion.

I'm going to raise the curtain on you two by the end of today,

and that's a promise.

No signs of her.

- See anything anywhere? - No.

Alex: 'Cause I'm right here.

I need a favor. An off the record kind.

Of course.

So, these terrorists have Eric Boyer, and we don't know why.

We need someone on our side who is just as good as he is

so we can figure out what they want to use him for.

Well, as good as Boyer is gonna be hard to come by,

but there's plenty of agents in Cyber...

Who are crap by comparison.

I need a black hat,

or someone who thinks like one.

Someone who can find a rootkit

without having a whole department to back them up.

Who'd you have in mind?

Will Olsen.

He works at The Semple Institute,

a think tank based in D.C.

The Israeli intelligence hired them to advise at the G20.

He's here, in their offices in Midtown.

You want me to bring him here?

No, he's not an agent. He doesn't work here.

Even if I kissed him in as a former trainee,

no one would give him access.

Bring him to my apartment so we can work in privacy.

Thank you for trusting me with this, Miranda.

Never had a reason not to.

You must have a very good reason to call,

knowing they could be listening.

I'm on a payphone, believe it or not.

It's still the '80s at the Gold Leaf.

Hey, can you...

can you conference this number for me, please?

Okay. This is ridiculous, right?

The FBI's got to have a better way of encrypting our phones.

How did it go on Leigh?

Uh, we struck out.

Either she's a master spy who's been trained to leave no trace,

or we're just barking up the wrong tree.

Or Owen Hall is listening to see if you're ripe for the AIC.

If he wants to hide a bug in The Farm,

he would know how to do so.

We still need to run down Leigh first.

You can backstop a record,

but you can't change your biometrics.

You need hard samples... fingerprints, hair, saliva.

We're on it, and we'll have it to you by the end of day.

- Keep us posted. - W-wait.

- We think - We know.

We think and know

that there's another recruit looking into us.

Harry Doyle caught us coming out of Leigh's room.

Handle it. Whatever it takes.

Nimah: And get those biometrics on Leigh.

Owen: Illusion starts with you.

What worked 30 years ago still works today.

You'll need gloves so you don't leave prints.

Shoe covers for your feet to mask your steps.

And a baseball cap.

Plus a ponytail for women to not leave hair behind.

And make sure to wear clothes you don't care about.

Things sometimes get messy.

Hey, Leigh, would you pass me my phone? It's right there.

- Oh, sure. - Uh-uh-uh.

No, remember what Owen said. Glove up.

Yeah?

Owen: When things go wrong at a location,