Class of '09 (2023): Season 1, Episode 3 - Thank You for Not Driving - full transcript

Previously on Class of '09...

Tayo, did you self-test?

Yes, sir, I did.

DREW: And you passed?

(exhales) Yes, ma'am.

Well, you haven't
passed it here.

I don't care

whether you like
each other or not.

These are the people
who'll be by your side

when you're under fire.

Now they're watching me.



You should talk to
Hour. She's the only one

who ever understood the code.

TUPIRIK: Why are you here?

We were just hoping that
we could talk a bit.

I read that J. Edgar
Hoover used to exile

out-of-favor agents
to Butte and Billings.

Did you do something
wrong, Agent Michaels?

(gunshot echoes)

(shouts)

(gunfire)

(tires screeching)

(gunshots)

(panting): The basement.

(flames crackling)



(coughing)

(sirens wailing)

Did we stop something?

Or start it?

(tires screeching)

If you get scared, just raise
your hand and I'll stop.

(tires screeching)

The car and the Bureau
grew up together.

The Bureau Of Investigation
was founded in 1908.

GABRIEL: That same year, Henry
Ford began mass production

of the Model T automobile

at the Piquette Avenue
Plant in Detroit.

DREW: For the first time
ordinary American families

could afford their own car.

GABRIEL: For the first time

ordinary American
criminals could, too.

What would the Bureau have
become without the car?

Would it have become
anything at all?

AGENT (over P.A.): Track
is clear for spin maneuver.

Okay.

Here we go.

(tires screeching)

You're too high-strung.

Come on, come on.

You've got some
fight. I like that.

But to do a J-turn, you've
got to lose control.

- Yes!
- (laughs) Yeah!

♪ ♪

MAN (over radio): Entry
team comms, priority one.

(radio chatter continues)

AGENT: We've got line of sight
on both sides of the building.

AGENT 2: He was at Two Bricks
Ranch. We've got him surrounded.

He wants to negotiate.

AGENT (over radio): Breach
team, moving into position now.

♪ ♪

Positions!

(indistinct radio chatter)

AGENT: Alpha, Bravo
Team's in position.

No one fire. Hey!

AGENT: Heads up,
got one walking in.

(indistinct chatter)

Breach!

(grunts)

FBI! Keep your hands in the air!

(radio chatter)

TAYO: Where is Mark Tupirik?

MAN: You got no
idea what's coming.

♪ ♪

AUTOMATED VOICE: Warning.

Magnetic interference detected.

Warning. Magnetic
interference detected.

Warning.

(glitching): Magnetic
interference detected.

(cocks rifle)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

SARA: Mama!

HOUR: I want you
to meet my family.

Hi, I'm Poet.

I know who you are.

This is Sara.

Hello there.

Why do you look so sad?

(chuckles) I-I'm
not sad. I'm happy.

Are you my mom's friend?

She was my best friend.

POET: I need your help.

(laughs): My help?

You were right.

I was wrong.

- What were you wrong about?
- All of it.

They stole your system.

They turned it into
something terrible.

I told you this would happen.

I didn't have a choice.
It wasn't my call...

You did have a choice.
You could've trusted me.

It's not a prediction anymore.

Okay? It's reality.
It's happening now.

What is happening?

(exhales)

- Amos Garcia is dead.
- Good!

Let him rot.

He stole my fucking system.

You sided with him.

I was there when he was shot.

He gave me something.

Something that I need your help

understanding.

The system has expanded into
every part of our lives.

I begged you to help me.

I've never asked
you for anything.

And I begged you.

And you turned your back on me.

I know you, Poet.

I know it would've been

too intimate for you if...

if you had sided with me

after I told you that
I was in love with you.

(clucks tongue)

(sighs)

Well...

here we are.

Here I am.

Humiliated, alone.

I lost the Bureau, I
lost my best friend.

And I can't change any
of it, but I can try.

I can try and make this right.

(chuckles softly)

(vator bell dings)

(electronic chirping)

(overlapping chatter)

HOUR: We call it
"Better Tomorrow."

POET: What does a better
tomorrow look like to you?

It's a world where
nothing bad gets missed.

And no piece of evidence
is ever overlooked.

I like the sound of that.

Don't you think it's crazy

that after 20 years,
they kick us out

- just as we're getting smart?
- Yeah, I do.

All that time we
devote to learning.

Now what if all that
life experience,

all that wisdom,

was held here?

That's how you see this?

When the Bureau
was investigating

the Unabomber case,
they introduced

the Z Index computer system.

Do you remember that?

Nobody remembers
the Z Index system.

It was one of the
first computer systems

the Bureau ever used.

Held all 11 million
Unabomber case documents.

- 84 million names.
- Hmm.

So agents didn't have to search
through stacks of boxes anymore.

The Bureau changed overnight.

This is more than
just a filing system.

It's a library of
special agents.

It's the best of you.

It's the best of me.

It's the dream.

It's the dream.

POET: I don't understand

why the Bureau would say no.

Adopting this technology
would mean entire

investigations don't
depend on one agent's

judgment... or their memory.

You could play
back any interview.

Reference any case.

Even if you're in the field.

It's a guardrail
against bias and error.

Okay.

Why do you think
Hour is so fixated

on the Bureau's technology?

I just told you why.

Motivations... (laughs)

can be complicated.

Where are you going with this?

(sighs)

This isn't the 1960s.

- It's not a judgment.
- It certainly looks like one.

It's an insight.

What would Hour's
tech say about her?

It would say that
she cares deeply

about fairness and justice.

Or that she trusts technology

more than she trusts people.

May-Maybe she

wants to create a fairer world

for others than that world
has-has been for her.

That sounds great
to me. What does...

what does it matter if
that's her motivation?

It's deeply personal.

This isn't just a proposal.

It's, it's...

it's rooted in her identity.

When ideas go that deep,

it's hard to let it go.

If she can't reform
the Bureau, she...

she might feel a kind of trauma

that goes deeper than rejection.

It's happened before, Poet.

I know you know the names,
I don't need to name them.

You didn't want me to
report back on her tech.

You wanted me to manage

her emotions if
you shut her down.

She knows

all of the secrets, Poet.

She spent ten years
collecting them.

(scoffs) You know what's
funny, the Bureau claims

to want different
types of people

with different experiences

so long as we all do
the same fucking thing.

This institution isn't
a blank page, Poet.

I don't get to rewrite
it, nor does anyone else.

(exhales)

In 1985, the Bureau pioneered

the Violent Criminal
Apprehension Program.

ViCAP started on a system called

the Vax 11/785.

- It was the size of this room.
- Agent Nazari,

today's hearing isn't about
programs from the past...

HOUR: The past is at the heart
of what we're talking about.

It's about holding
on to knowledge,

rather than letting
it slip away.

A central repository

of every criminal investigation,

accessible by every agent in
every part of the country.

It was a brilliant idea in 1985.

And we betrayed it then.

We can't betray it again.

Every person in
this room could name

at least one victim who
would still be alive today

if law enforcement had
connected the dots.

You can appreciate
how our agents

don't want to be spied on?

I can appreciate that, yes.

You-you would make spying
a matter of-of what?

Routine? Every conversation?

Well, no, that's, that's
an unfair character...

Excuse me, I'm sorry, but we
predicted this would create

a recruitment crisis of the
kind the Bureau's never seen.

HOUR: We can't be so
scared of technology

treading on our toes that
we render it useless.

Today ViCAP holds
less than one percent

of all violent crimes.

There should be over five
million cases on file.

It has around 90,000.

LENNIX: Your database
collects everything,

whether it's important or not.

We don't know what's
important until we collect it.

Yeah, okay.

That rationale

worries people.

What you're proposing is
an industrial trawler.

We have agents who we train

and-and who we trust...

This is not a database
built on mistrust.

It's the accumulated
wisdom of the agents

who've served before
me and who serve today.

It doesn't replace
them or spy on them.

It connects them.

The agent always
makes the judgments.

It's smarter than
us, faster than us,

fairer than us.

Isn't that your
contention, Agent Nazari?

My contention is that it
helps us become smarter

and faster and fairer.

I need a drink.

(overlapping conversations)

They're shutting us down

at the end of the month.

It's not your fault.

You did extraordinary work.

It wasn't our time.

I'm proud... (sobbing)

(agents clapping)

OFFICER (over radio): Suspect
Mark Tupirik is heavily armed

and extremely dangerous.

Copy that. Move on.

Go ahead. You can go.

Move up! Come on!

(brakes squeak)

Where you guys heading?

DRIVER: Just
making a delivery.

Pull in, please.

♪ ♪

These guys are good.

(door closing)

Where's Tupirik now?

Where's he going?

What's he planning to attack?

- (door opens)
- We can sit here all day.

Been granted another 24
hours to question him.

Mm, great.

Another 24 hours of
him saying nothing.

- (chuckles)
- (sighs)

(exhales)

- What have we got to lose?
- No way, sir.

It's D.C. trying to
micromanage every field office

- from the center.
- Yeah, but the people we're chasing,

they've got better
computers than we do.

If HQ rolls that database,

it will replace us.

And then above me,
too. I'm telling you.

You open that box,

you'll never be
able to close it.

(chuckles)

- Hey.
- You're a lifesaver, sir.

(both chuckle)

- Don't say that yet, until you taste it.
- Oh. (laughs)

- Here you go, man.
- I'm sure it's great.

- I really appreciate it.
- All right, thank you.

-Thank you so much. You have a good day.
-All right.

(engine starts)

(engine idling)

(garage door whirring)

(engine starts)

♪ Credit my maker, take
a trip to see Jamaica ♪

♪ Marley spirit with the
paper back to Zion... ♪

♪ Is permanent, and this
I put my pen in it ♪

♪ Got my land and my
permit with it... ♪

♪ Greatness in me, you
can't me feel less ♪

♪ Less hold, I'm
not impressed... ♪

(gunfire)

♪ In all states I'm in,
I might final form... ♪

(grunting)

(panting)

♪ ♪

(glass breaking)

(tires squealing)

- (grunts)
- Fuck you!

- (tires squealing)
- (grunts)

(tires squealing)

(yells)

(engine revving)

- (panting)
- (tires screech)

- (panting)
- (music continues faintly)

♪ ♪

(panting)

(panting)

- (breath quivering)
- (distant siren wailing)

(overlapping chatter)

Excuse me.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Yeah, but I'm not okay.

Tell me about the glass.

- Hmm?
- (sighs)

Um...

There were threats.

- Okay, when?
- There've always been threats

from the moment
that we got here.

- Why didn't you say something?
- Because I didn't want them

to get in our heads.

Baby, I've had death
threats before.

Okay. (sighs)

Okay.

I never imagined that I'd
spend my life with anyone.

And now,

I can't imagine my
life without you.

But it's not your job to
protect me from the world.

That's my only job.

What's the point of all
this if I can't do that?

(sighs)

If the only way that we can
feel safe is for me to quit...

you say the word.

And what would you do, hmm?

(sighs) I don't know.

Look after the kids?

- We don't have any kids.
- (laughing)

Viv, I swear to
God, I swear to God,

if you need me to quit,

then I'll quit.

- (crying)
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, baby.

- (door bangs)
- You knew about the attack!

What attack?

Your friends are dead,
my wife is still alive,

and we are going to start
this interview again.

The men refuse to use it.

Yeah, well, your
men had the chance.

I need to speak to
Special Agent Nazari.

(door opens, closes)

(sniffs)

(soft classical music playing)

(quiet chatter)

- (laughing): Hi.
- Hi.

Look at you. Oh,
you look amazing.

- Well, you look amazing.
- Hi.

Hi. Oh.

Good to see you again, Poet.

You, too. Um, your
house is... amazing.

Forget the house. Mom? Pop?

Yeah. I want you to meet Poet.

- Hi. Can I give you a hug?
- Of course. (laughs)

- It's so nice to meet you.
- HOUR: Oh, my God.

I can't believe this is the
first time you're meeting.

- Nice to meet you as well.
- They were supposed to meet at my,

uh, graduation, but
they couldn't make it.

But fortunately, they're
here at the engagement party.

Mr. and Mrs. Nazari,

your daughter is my favorite
person in the world.

Oh. What a nice thing to say.

Poet only ever says nice things.

- (laughing)
- The photographer needs us.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- (speaking foreign language)
- Mm-hmm.

- Nice to meet you.
- You, too.

- I'll find you.
- Go, go.

(lively chatter)

(music continues faintly)

Thank you.

Drew.

- (laughs)
- Hey.

I didn't know you were coming.

Hour wanted it to be a surprise.

- When she invited me, I was kind of surprised.
- (laughs)

Um, are you... are
you still teaching?

- It's my last year.
- Wow. What are the trainees like?

You were our best class.

Come on.

I'm sure you say that
to all the students.

No. I'm really, really
proud of you two.

You were the highlight
of my career.

- (laughs softly)
- HOUR: Hey.

- Hey.
- (laughs)

- No having fun without me.
- Oh.

A toast.

A toast.

Mmm. Hmm.

If you don't mind, Drew,

I'd like to steal
her for a dance.

Be my guest.

- May I?
- I thought you'd never ask.

(Hour laughs)

♪ You go to my head ♪

♪ And you linger like... ♪

Poet, I know that they
sent you to spy on me.

♪ And I find you spinning
round in my brain... ♪

How did you guess?

When they suggested
I work with you.

I told them "no," but they said

- that they would find someone else.
- No.

I'm happy it was you.

I wanted you to
see what I created.

I'm proud of it.

I'm proud, too.

What are they so
fucking worried about?

- It's offensive.
- What are you gonna do

now that they've shut you down?

I'll quit.

(phone buzzing)

It's Tayo.

(line ringing)

- This is Hour.
- Hey, Hour, it's me.

Hey, I know that it's, uh...

it's been a long time since
we last spoke, but, uh...

I need to know everything
about your program.

What it does,

how it does it.

(door closes)

(sighs)

What's your name?

My name?

While you think about that,
there's a name you do know.

Where is Mark Tupirik?

(laughs)

Tupirik? (laughs)

- Where is Tupirik?
- Yes. Where is he?

I don't know.

Maybe he's under the table?

Shall I look?

Not there.

Here's a notion.

No matter how hard we try,

sometimes because
of how hard we try,

in the end,

we always reveal ourselves.

What's he doing?

Nothing.

How long has he
been doing it for?

Six hours.

Hey.

We don't have authorization.

- You want to shut this down?
- It's not about what I want.

Let me get approval to continue.

We don't have time. This
is happening right now.

We're not allowed.

- Allowed?
- No, we are not allowed.

What are you trying to do?

I'm not gonna shut down the
most powerful investigative tool

ever created in the
middle of an investigation

into one of the most dangerous
men this country has ever seen.

If they want to pull the
plug, they can send in a team.

They did. The team is me.

Then it is about what you want?

(Tayo sighs)

(pencil scribbling)

(blows)

Tayo, this is Hour.

A list of possible matches:

a religious cult,
a brand of soda,

a construction company...

TAYO: A construction company.

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

(indistinct radio chatter)

♪ ♪

(chatter continues)

(chatter continues)

♪ ♪

Six, let's move.

(radio chatter)

Right over there. Collect
anything you can find.

- Same over here.
- All clear.

(indistinct shouting, chatter)

AGENT: Negative. Nothing here.

(radio chatter)

♪ ♪

SUPERVISOR: We've got
a lead on Tupirik.

We're tracking a truck owned
by that construction company.

(sirens wailing)

AGENT: FBI! Down
on the ground!

(gunfire)

Clear to shoot!

(gunfire continues)

Got one down!

Got him!

AGENT 1: State Police!

- (grenade explodes)
- AGENT 2: Let's see your hands!

I'm not armed, I'm not armed!

AGENT 2: Don't move.

Easy.

Come on.

(door opens)

- TAYO: Hey.
- Hey.

- Baby, we got him.
- What?

- We fucking got him!
- Oh, my God.

- Yeah.
- Oh, thank God.

(sighs) They sent in a plane.

The Bureau's sending
a private jet.

They want me to interrogate him.

I mean, why does, why
does it have to be you?

Who else could it be?

Mm?

(sighs)

HOUR: Still driving the Tesla.

POET: It's a classic.

HOUR: So, who's at home?

What do you mean who?

A partner?

No one. No.

Well, I-I tried, but...

I never felt that...

flutter when they walked
in the room, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Plus, sometimes being
with the wrong person

is more lonely than
being without them.

(electronic blipping)

Your car is talking
about us to the police.

There must be a
checkpoint nearby.

What's it saying?

Where we've been.
Where we're going.

- Who we are.
- Who are we?

Two women. No prior
criminal record.

Carrying one licensed firearm.

It's not supposed
to share information

without reasonable cause.

- They have reasonable cause.
- What's that?

You're driving.

AUTOMATED VOICE: State Police

have taken control of this car.

Please remain calm.

(blipping)

State Police have taken
control of this car.

Please remain calm.

MAN (over P.A.): This is
a security checkpoint.

Please remain in your vehicle.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Please
place your firearm

in the glove compartment.

(whirring)

(compartment clicks)

(muffled radio chatter)

OFFICER: Special Agent Poet.

Officer, how can I help you?

OFFICER: May I ask
why you're driving?

I like to drive.

OFFICER: You're free to go.

(insects chirping)

♪ ♪

The Bureau couldn't
reboot the computers.

They were locked out.

He gave this to me
right before he died.

(beeping)

How is this different
than what you created?

I created a criminal database.

It collected information
and presented it to us.

All of the thinking
was done by us.

It was a library.

This system is making
connections on its own.

I don't see any commands
being issued by agents.

I see new lines of interactions
coming out of nowhere.

It doesn't need people?

It needs data about people. But
no, it does not need people.

(scoffs)

This is an intelligence
nothing like our own.

POET: What is it capable of?

MAN: Special Agent Poet...

You've been lied to.

The system is acting on its own.

Deciding guilt and innocence.
Making predictive arrests.

You must investigate
what Tayo really knows.

(clamoring over monitors)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(laughing)

You want to share?

Oh... Oh, you think
you caught me.

I have caught you.

But I'm exactly
where I want to be.

Oh, locked up in here? Really?

Mm-hmm. Best seat
in the house.

Okay. Why is that?

'Cause I get to see

the expression on your face
when you hear the news.

What news?

What news?!

HOUR: I never imagined...

Never imagined?

You'd still be here.

I didn't either.

Where are the years I missed?

I'm happy you're here.

I'm happy, too.

You must be tired.

Good night, Poet.

Good night.

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(knock at door)

(sobbing)

(sighs)

(sniffles)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪