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Previously on Condor...

I'm under suspicion.
Tell Partridge I need an out.

- Why are you following me?
- I work with your Uncle Bob.

Bob Partridge and I don't talk.

- Joe, It's Reuel Abbott.
- Why the fuck do you have Bob's phone?

Your uncle appears to
have taken his own life.

I need to know why
Bob was trying to call you.

I was approached by them.

No, not like that. We're no on a safe
channel, I'm gonna give you an address.

Piper's are having one of
their parties tomorrow.

I though maybe we can go together.

There he is... I got a big head
start here. Rough day at work

The Ukrainian OP I was telling
you about. Went sideways on me.

The Russians were waiting,
it was a fucking bloodbath.

Vasili Sirin, a colonel in the
SVR, he's a double,

Bob was running him; he's blown.

His own people tried to kill him.

He says, he can identify
a mole within the CIA.

American assets were ambushed
and killed in Ukraine yesterday.

Vasili Sirin is maybe our best lead,
I need him here, in America.

I'm making a introduction,
which I'm done, now I'm leaving ..

Without your help, Vasili Sirin is dead.

Bob is dead. I spoke with the deputy
director, our flight leaves in five hours.

We should have a plan
to meet up in the other side

in case we get separated,
Union Station, track 11.

- They came for him in an ambulance.
- Why did they let you go?

- I do not know.
- I made a mistake asking you to do this.

Bob didn't kill himself, you understand?
Joe, he was murdered.

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Just relax,
we're here to help you, okay?

You guys alright back there?

Don't move.

_

Was it your fault?

Hmm?

Was it your fault?

- Was what my fault?
- The car accident.

I don't know... No.
I didn't see them coming.

That probably means it was your fault.

Hey. Are you okay?

I don't know.
It doesn't feel right... being back.

You can tell me whatever
is you are thinking, Joe.

I think Bob's death is more
complicated than it's looks.

More complicated than suicide?

Nothing is ever what it seems
in this place. You know that.

- You don't think...?
- Bob called me in Hungary.

What did he say?

I was too mad at him
to take the call.

It's no great mystery there, Joe.
That's called guilt.

That doesn't mean that he was murdered.

Unless there's something else
that you're not telling me?

You looking for a clean answer.
I know what that's like.

Would you rather think Sam died
as a hero or know the truth?

Sam did something unthinkable and no
one is willing to say anything about it.

Sammy and I know the truth, some version
of it, and neither of us are very happy,

So, if I have the choice,
I would choose

to believe that Sam died
defending his country.

Well, if it's any consolation,
That is what he thought he was doing.

It's not.

I can't remember when
was the last I had an

honest conversation
like this with anyone.

_

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Are you going to Partridge's funeral?

Little Anders sitting
at the big kids table?

My dad knew him.

How your dad feel about his old pal
getting slipped a heart attack pill?

Partridge shot himself.
Committed suicide.

You believe that?

Why, because you read
it in the newspaper?

More than one.

Fish don't see the water, my friend.

I know you think I'm a
"conspiracy nut," but I...

Wash your hands, bro!

I'm not making it this shit up.
Ask your pal here.

He knows what our government is
capable of. Don't you, Barber?

He read the Frost dossier.

That shit was a hoax. Do you ever read
the Hornbill's Commission report?

The Hornbill Commission
was a deep state cover up. Fact.

Our own government tried to unleash a
plague against the Muslim world. Also fact

look, if you want a believe
in consoling national

myths like the Hornbill
Commission and...

social mobility...
fine... then we should

all accept that Bob
Partridge killed himself.

Please, can't we just
buy and eighth, dude?

He is 23 old man and who still
lives in his parents' basement. Fact.

- That doesn't mean he isn't right.
- Come on man

I did read the Frost dossier.
My last name is in the Frost dossier.

Do you seriously think your dad
was involved with that shit

Yeah. I do,
why is it so hard for you to believe?

There are bad people in the world.

Sometimes one of them
happens to be your father ..

You know maybe my dad
got what he had coming.

What pisses me of is
that nobody else did.

Like who?

Thanks for meeting on a
Saturday, I know we all have

a lot going on, especially
with the funeral today, so.

- I'm not going to the funeral.
- Really?

I don't socialized with
people I investigate.

I guess personal experience
has taught you how difficult

it is to see those closest
to us, with clear eyes.

- Did you just come here to insult me?
- Did you read my report?

On your little ad-hoc defection and
the mysterious Russian op's team

who took away your defector
away in an ambulance.

That's gripping stuff,
should be fiction.

The only difference
between fiction and

reality is the limited
imagination of writers.

You have quite the imagination yourself.

Using Joe Turner of all people. It's no
wonder that the Russians outplayed you.

I used to think you
acted out of malice, but...

this is much more human and
ordinarily type of incompetence.

And I couldn't helped but noticed
that you you didn't file your report

until only after your operation failed.

I didn't know who I can trust and turns
out I had a good reason to be concerned.

And it didn't occurred to
you that my department's

entire mission is to handle
a case exactly like this

- Under the circumstances...
- What circumstances?

That I've been dong
everything in my power

for the last two years
to bring you down?

Yes, those circumstances.

Why are you in my office?

Because there is a mole
in the building and you

are among other things,
our resident mole hunter.

And you're suggesting,
what? That we team up?

I'm suggesting that the mole
treachery is getting people

killed and causing other damages
in ways we can't begin to know

So, as much as we dislike
each other personally

I don't have a personal
opinion about you.

Okay. As much as I dislike you
personally, I showed you my report...

in the spirit of openness.

And now you want me to share
what I know with you...

...about the mole that you tried
to keep a secret from me?

Thanks for your report, Reuel and
your insults.

I'll let you know when my department
has anything to report back to you

- Unless there's anything else?
- No, not at the moment.

- I can just sleep on the couch.
- No, Sammy is happy to give you his room.

He took Sam's old office.

Jude's over at the neighbors,
I've got to go get him.

- You need anything?
- No, I think I'm good.

How about an iron? Your suit must
be all wrinkled up in there.

- Oh, shit!
- Did you seriously, forget your suit?

You know I packed in a bit of a rush.

You know, it's okay,
I'll get you something.

I could've sworn that I...

Come here.

Here. Put it on, see how it fits.

- Thank you.
- I'm gonna go get Jude.

Sorry, I forgot you were in my room.

Sammy. I wouldn't
recognize you, you got big.

Yeah, I went through
puberty a couple years ago.

Is that one of my dad suits?

Yeah, I didn't packed one.
I forgot the man was a giant.

I just get my stuff and get out of here.

Just hang out. I haven't
see you in a long time.

I have homework.

- You ok?
- I'm great.

- Sam, are you upset with me?
- No.

I was upset two years
ago, when you fucking

ghosted me right after
my dad died, but I'm fine now.

Would you think I would just come
running into your arms? Uncle Joe.

No, I... Sammy?

- Uncle Joe.
- How you doing, buddy?

No, no amount of tailoring is
gonna to make that suit fit.

Are you alright?
I heard you were in an accident.

I'm ok, thank you pal.

You know, I'll call Lily and
ask to borrow one of Bob's suit.

One of my uncle's suit
for my uncle funeral?

Believe me, she won't mind.

- Hi.
- Is this a bad time?

It's a perfect time.
I was just about to burst into tears.

Sorry to ask this,
but I didn't bring a suit.

Oh Joe, You can come to he house
and borrow one of Bob's.

- Are you sure?
- Of course.

I won't be here, I have
to go to get my hair done.

The key is under the flower pot.
I'll see you later.

- Ok.
- Bye.

Aunt Lily?

Aunt Lily?

Who the fuck are you?

The man was a lion.

We were in Libya in '86.

- It's Bob's nephew.
- Has he had any problems?

He was completely innocent.

- Joe, why weren't you at the funeral?
- I was in Bob's office.

- You've been here all this time?
- I got hit on the head.

Robert, can you get Mae Barber?
What do you mean?

There was someone in Bob's
office. You're not safe here.

I'm not safe here?

Where were you? I was calling you.

We thought you had another
accident. What happened?

- He fainted and hit his head.
- Shit, look at me.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Two, really I'm fine, I just
need a second to get my bearings.

- You need some water.
- I'll get him some water.

- At least we don't have to Uber home.
- Hey, don't be a jerk.

Oh, shit, I have the car.

No, it doesn't matter, I don't care.
I'm just glad you're okay.

- You're are okay, right?
- Yes, fine just...

You must be Joe. Tracy Crane.
Everybody's been looking for you.

He hit his head.

Are you alright?

Yes, I just need a second...
Thank you ..

I'm gonna get you an ice pack.

- Will you stop waiting on everyone?
- No, it keeps me from falling over.

So you must be Anders's dad.

- You've been talking about me, uh?
- No.

Holy shit, this is
'82 Mouton Rothschild

Joe? Joe...?

I recognize you, I know this guy.

Gordon Piper - Joe Turner.

That handsome face
was all over the news

a couple of years ago. Glad
all worked out for you

- My better half Eva.
- Hi, so nice to meet you.

- I'm so sorry about your uncle.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, me too, he was a good man.

- Who tuned you up?
- Real nice, Gordon.

He hit his head.
He might have another concussion.

You gotta be more careful.
Do you want a drink?

Yeah, because it's what he needs
to go with his concussion.

I meant like a juice or something,
I'm trying to be helpful.

Sure, you are!

Hey Trace,
you see the '82 Mouton Rothschild?

Shit's like $1800 a bottle.

- Why are you so crass?
- Am I embarrassing you, Duchess?

Do not call me that.

Then don't act like
a Duchess and I won't.

There you go.

You raided the wine cellar, right?

Bob bought that case
at auction 20 years ago

We were always waiting for
the right occasion to drink

it but the right occasion
never came. Excuse me.

Well I'm gonna go drink
that wine in honor of Bob.

That's the right thing to do.

It's the Absolutely right thing to do.
Come on, babe.

- Who was that guy?
- That's Gordon. Do you know him?

He seems familiar.
How did he know Bob?

He's a friend from the office.

You look a little pale.
I think you should sit down.

My condolences, by the way.
Your uncle was the last of its kind.

Thank you. I'm going... Excuse me.

Wait. Are you okay?

Yes, I just need to
use the bathroom, sorry.

Blow it away from me, dude.

- Give me that.
- How do I look?

Really stoned.
Everybody are gonna know.

How about me?

Do you have those wipes?

I was looking around Bob's office before
the funeral and someone attacked me.

This isn't the time or place.

Was that one of your people?

Cause I'm getting pretty sick and tired
of being everyone's punching bag.

Then maybe you should stop putting
your face were it doesn't belong.

Did you see anything in
there, in your uncle's office?

No.

Good. Now you can go
back to being a civilian.

- Where were you?
- Just, around, grieving.

- Did you seen Jude outside?
- No. He's probably praying.

Oh my God...

Wine this good calls for something
repulsive and taste bud killing.

You know to complement.

My cigarettes are upstairs.

A little spy.

Look who's here.

See you later.

- Can I bum one of those?
- Yeah.

Thank you

- I left my lighter...
- Ehhh!

Catch a lucky break every now and again.

- Do you know? Smoking saved my life.
- Eh, yeah?

Yep, true story.

I wouldn't exactly say he's the
easiest going person in the world

but he was a real one
genius, I know that because...

- Excuse me, do you remember me?
- Of course I remember you, Jude.

You were friends with my dad?

Yes I was, I'm Reuel Abbot and
I liked your father, very much.

Do you remember you and me
watched a movie together once?

That's "you and I," Jude,
and no, I don't recall.

Sammy, stop it!

Everything alright, buster?

What are you doing? Sammy.
Sammy, walk away, Now!

- Don't give It another thought, Mae.
- Stay the fuck away from my kids.

What the hell was that? Sammy?

He shouldn't be here,
he's a fucking criminal.

- He was one of dad's friends.
- Maybe Dad was a fucking criminal.

Jesus, fucking shit!!
You just stay here. I mean it.

- You have my car keys.
- Yeah, are you leaving?

Sammy just poured a coke
on Reuel Abbott's shoes.

- It's not funny, Gordon.
- No Obviously not, sorry.

Do you need me to come?

- No, you should be here for your aunt.
- I can give him a lift.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'll see you soon.

- I'll take you up on that lift.
- Yeah

I really am sorry about your uncle.
I liked him a lot.

You and he were friends?

We had lunch a couple of weeks back.
He seemed...

...fine, normal, but... I
guess that doesn't mean shit.

People wear masks, you know.

Some people wear'em all the time.
Maybe everyone does I don't know.

- So how long you back for?
- I don't know. I just got back.

- Things are moving pretty quickly, so.
- Yeah, life does that.

- Can I go play in the yard?
- Yes, fine.

Sammy?

Sammy.

- Do you want to talk about it?
- Not really.

I want to talk about it.

Doesn't it bother you to be
in the same room as him?

Yes. But I just
pretend he's not there.

Well, my dad's dead because of
him, so I can't do that.

We don't know that.

We don't know what he did
or what Dad did or any of it.

Would you tell me if you knew?

- Probably not.
- Why?

Because I don't want
your childhood to get

even more fucked up
than it's already been.

Dad's not gonna get any more dead.

That's a fair point.

- Excuse us. Come on.
- Sorry.

- Let's get out of here. I'm horny.
- It's a funeral.

Funerals make people horny, I'm not making
this shit up, come on, let's go home.

- The kids are at home.
- So, we'll do it in the car.

Fine, let's go.

- You smell like cigarettes.
- There's a good reason for that.

- Why don't I drive.
- No, I'm fine to driving.

- Give me the money for Amber.
- I never got to the ATM.

Really? It's the one
thing I asked you to do.

We'll write her a check.

You thing the babysitter
has a checking account, she's 15.

So, we'll stop on the way.
Problem solved.

Everything doesn't have to be a fight

It's just the one thing
I asking you to do.

I'm gonna build a time machine.

Go fuck yourself!

Why do you have to go
from dormant to bitch so fast?

Because you're a fucking cock.

- So, Hungary?
- Yes. Just for the last few weeks.

- Where were you before that?
- Prague, before that Madrid.

I wish I could travel like that.
We never go anywhere.

- We just went to Paris.
- Five years ago.

So, how's your Hungarian?

It keeps me from starving
that's about it.

- And you are home, Duchess.
- Aren't we dropping Joe off?

- I'm dropping Joe off.
- I can just walk.

- I'll drive you.
- Really.

Sorry I didn't mean to
interrupt a marital spat.

It's all good.

We never really got a
chance to talk shop.

Were we going to?

- I was hopping to pick your brain.
- Sure.

You planning to test the professional
waters while you are back in D.C.?

No, I'm not interest
in go back to work with the agency.

No of course not.
There's no money in it.

Any idiot can tell you that,
this idiot for example

Guy like you, with your
public profile and reputation...

...private sector must be all over you.

I have some offers, but nothing
that I would seriously consider.

I've been fielding some offers
from the private sector myself lately

If you do stick around a minute, we
should get together, compare notes.

Sure.

Bob always had good
things to say about you.

Oh yeah? What did he say?

Oh shit I don't know...

- Here we are, door to door service.
- Thank you for the ride.

Are you coming to church tomorrow?

Mae's been coming with Jude.
We have a nice little brunch after with

pancakes the kids, Bloody
Mary's for the adult's.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Great! I'll see you then.

Cheers, Bob.

Hey.

- Hey. Is Sammy ok?
- I think so.

- The rest of us maybe in danger.
- Especially our shoes.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm not thinking straight.

I'm going to go for a run, see
if I can shake something loose

You hit your head,
you should be resting.

Especially if you
can't think straight.

Really I'm fine.

Ok.

Be careful.

A senior CIA officer has
been turn by the SVR.

The information leaked
by him has already

resulted in the deaths of
several American assets.

...sorry for a second time...

I'm tired of having to
ashamed of your damn behavior.

I'm sorry, Gordon.

Me too.

- I wish you had faith in me.
- I do.

No, not for a while. And I know I've
done plenty to make you lose it.

I have a plan, Eve.

It's going to fix everything
so we can start over.

I'm gonna make our money
troubles a thing to the past.

- I want the past to be there as well.
- I'd like that.

But you gotta believe in me.

Gordon, honey, you know I
believe in you, you know I do.

- Is that right?
- Yes. of course, always.

- Gordon ...come on... come on...
- You're incredibly gorgeous.

- Think about the kids.
- They sleep. We are all alone.

And we never get to
take that ride in the car.

- Oh, my god... Wait.
- Hurry up.

- You're such an asshole, Gordon.
- You do what is necessary.

- Shut up.
- Ok, good deal.

We should talk.

- I was just about...
- Not here.

Good.

Arms up.

- Are we meeting with someone?
- My boss wants to say hello.

You work for Reuel?

What is this place?

What is this?

You're about to compromise
an ongoing agency operation.

We work counter-intelligence.
Robin is an embed for the FBI.

So, are you just a peeping tom or do you
have an agenda that I should know about?

So, you're already set up on Gordon.

- You know he's the mole, right?
- Have a sit.

Let's talk.

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