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Previously on Condor...

The weapon is made of

carbon fiber reinforced thermal plastic

to evade metal detectors.

It reduces a liquid slurry
of the plague virus.

I'm asking you questions

so that I can feel a
little less terrified.

I found 12 shell companies
that together bought

a billion dollars
in pharmaceutical stocks.

My entire office
has been killed because of it.

If I were Joe Turner,

this house would be one of the
safer places that I could go.

You think someone
tipped him off we were coming?

Did you warn Joe Marty's team was on
its way to Katherine Hale's house?

- You really knew Caleb Wolfe at MIT?
- He was my best friend.

Caleb Wolfe
is making headlines today.

IEP Analytics wasn't really
a tech company at all.

It was a CIA front.

Mr. Fowler?
This is Miss Merch

from Mission Hill Retirement Home.

There's been an incident
with your father.

...and intelligence
services around the globe

is making headlines today.

The new revelations in an online video.

There is a very
good reason that such an

impressive collection of geniuses

have such a dearth
of publicly-available work.

IEP Analytics wasn't really
a tech company at all.

It was a CIA front.

IEP, just so happens, was also
the outfit within the CIA

whose algorithm
first identified Ammar Nazari.

This obviously
isn't what we imagine

when we think of the CIA,

computer scientists in
an office in Georgetown

writing algorithms.

These were not field-operatives,

these were analysts,

hand-picked to come up
with out-of-the-box solutions

to the country's toughest problems.

Imagine the CIA's version of Google X.

What might Turner's
motives have been,

to target such a place?

Do we have to assume
that this is related

to the attack on ComQuest Field?

If Caleb Wolfe or the authorities
have answers to those questions,

they're not letting on.

And how did Caleb Wolfe
come upon this information?

What were his motives for releasing it?

Caleb Wolfe is an activist.

He's a resource for whistleblowers.

In this case, we just don't
know who blew the whistle.

Turner and
Wolfe knew each other

while they were both
grad students at MIT.

The two smartest
students at MIT knowing each other

is hardly surprising.

This guy goes online,

and he starts spreading a bunch
of provocative allegations

and it spreads through
the media like wildfire.

But I would just remind our prudent

American consumers of information...

I'm seeing it.

I've been
speaking to the director.

Now he's convinced that
it can't be a coincidence

that Joe Turner's old friend
Caleb Wolfe

has come up with information
relevant to our case.

Working theory around here

is that Turner joined the
agency as a Trojan horse.

And if so, might call Wolfe
for safe harbor.

And Wolfe's network
could hide him indefinitely.

The FBI has been hunting

Caleb Wolfe for three years.

How do we use him to find Turner?

Janice Haron.

Now she hasn't had any known contact

with Wolfe or Turner since
they left MIT, but, uh...

As far as we know, she's clean.

The Bureau thinks that she's still
connected to Wolfe and, uh...

If that's the case, then, uh,

she's the logical intermediary
between Wolfe and Turner.

Do you have someone you can
trust to look into this?

I'll take care of it.

How did Caleb Wolfe come
to be in possession

of such sensitive information

on a top-secret CIA project?

I think the unexplored possibility
here, is that this whole thing

is a left-wing conspiracy
aimed to discrediting the CIA.

Who doesn't keep an old cell phone
or laptop lying around the house?

Rick doesn't live here full time,

and Richard, his dad,
was 97 when he died.

He used to say, "I was
born after the Great War,"

"before we knew enough to number them."

He was a total Luddite.

Only had a TV because he liked CSI.

What if they didn't stay in touch?

I mean, you're assuming that if
you got in touch with Janice,

she could put you in touch with Caleb,

but maybe they're out of contact.

And, you know, even if they weren't,

why assume that Caleb knows anything?

Well, Caleb obviously knows something.

No one outside the CIA was
supposed to know about IEP.

Maybe if we get together
we can... learn something.

Okay, well, we're wasting our time.

We're not gonna find a cell phone
or computer in this house.

The police are gone.

I mean, you couldn't
risk being seen outside,

- but...
- No.

You don't even know
what I was gonna say.

I'm not seeing anyone else
get hurt because of me.

Well, I'm not asking your permission.

I'm no longer your hostage.

Didn't the CIA train you?

- Yeah, of course.
- Well, did they ever teach you

what to do if you're caught
behind enemy lines,

and you needed to trust someone
else who could help you?

Trust them, no, manipulate them, yeah.

Well, in this case,
you don't have to do that.

Listen, have you considered
that you might have

some form of Stockholm syndrome?

- Of course.
- And?

I liked you before you took me hostage.

Yeah, Kathy, I like you too,

which is why I cannot let you do this.

Look, I don't know a lot about
this kind of stuff,

but it would seem to me
that you're fighting an enemy

who's got you pretty out-matched.

And the only way you're gonna survive

is if you use every weapon
at your disposal.

You can turn around now.

This is a bad idea.

Yeah?

Where are you?

Katherine Hale's house.

You have a new assignment.

He's close. I can feel it.

Don't argue, dear.

Police are
now also searching

for a Georgetown
resident Katherine Hale,

who they figure may be
Turner's latest victim.

That's $33.95,

and I'll need to see some ID.

- ID?
- That's the law.

- Why?
- Terrorists.

Well, look, I don't have a license.

A passport or a library card would do.

Uh, I don't have my wallet with me.

- Then, I can't help you.
- Wait, no. I need it to call my sister.

It doesn't matter who you have to call.

She's coming to get me.

ID.

The reason I don't have

my license,

or my credit cards is because
my husband took them from me.

Or maybe we should call the police.

He's a cop.

Shit.

Please help me.

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New laptop case, Nathan?

Yeah, I mentioned to my daughter
that I needed a new one.

She broke open her piggy bank
and bought it for me.

What did you tell her
when she gave it to you?

The truth.

I told her it's the most beautiful
laptop case I'd ever seen,

and that I would cherish it always.

Better man than I am.
Uh, you're not coming up?

No.

I've got eyes
on the asset in Saudi.

I got it.

Your friend from MIT
was on the news.

He's been on the news all day.

No, your other friend.
The one you didn't sleep with.

Caleb?

- Yeah.
- What's he gotta say?

Uh, he said that
Joe Turner was in the CIA.

- Really?
- Yeah, I DVR'd it for you.

The government would have you
believe they were just civilians

caught in a shooting,
but that's not the real story.

They were American service
members, and they were targeted.

Can you believe that?

I guess you can never
really tell who someone is.

Hmm.

- Hello?
- This a bad time?

It's work.

Why are you calling me?

I need to see Caleb.

Yeah, but why are you calling me?

Because you're the only person

who can get in touch with him, Janice.

I don't talk to Caleb anymore,

and you're a fugitive from the law.

Just talking to you on the
phone I can get disbarred.

Janice, you know I didn't
kill anyone, okay?

No, I don't know shit about you!

We used to know each other
a long time ago,

but that was a long time ago.

And then you joined the CIA.

How is she?

Who?

The woman you're holding hostage.
Is she all right?

Kathy? Yeah, she's fine.

Turn yourself in.

If I do, they will kill me.

Do it in a very public place.

They, they shot Lee Harvey
Oswald on TV, Janice.

Well, then, I guess
you're out of options.

Janice, I...

I know some stuff.

Stuff that Caleb will wanna hear.

- Wish I could help.
- You can.

Janice, if we don't do anything,

something awful is gonna happen.

Please, Janice.

I'll wait for your call.

Red light.

Hallway is clear.

Shepard!

Bob Partridge has someone
working inside this office,

sabotaging my investigation.

Who's Bob Partridge?

Bob Partridge is a senior CIA officer

and Joe Turner's mentor.

And you think Partridge is...

Well, I've been looking
into your files,

and it doesn't seem
like you've ever done

anything like this before.

And... Wait, do you think that I'm...

I wanna know how it is that
you got assigned to my team.

I do not know Bob Partridge.

I asked my superior for reassignment.

Why?

Because I am capable of doing
more than what I was doing.

I need to know
who I can trust in this office.

You can trust me.

Good.

My father
didn't believe in hunting.

No, he didn't like hunting personally,

but he believed in it.

In its necessity.

You mean culling?

If you don't cull, the
quantity of the population

and the food supplies dwindle,

then a lot more deer die.

And they die a lot more painfully.

It's not entirely clear to me.

Do you mean to tell me that

you wouldn't push one
person under the tracks

if you knew that it would save

five people at the station?

No.

What about if it was 10 people?

- No.
- What about if it was a bad person?

You're talking about human lives

like they are trading cards.

How many lives

would it take to make you willing

to trade

a single human life?

There is no number.

How can you say that?

If you don't pick a number,
you can't lower it.

Do you see it?

Yeah.

Well, I guess we're not
gonna be hunting buddies.

How did you get to be
so self-assured, huh?

You're a special kid.

You could be a great service
to the world one day.

How?

That's not for me to decide.

Bob Partridge.

What do I call you
just for conversation?

Why are you in my car?

We're both watching Janice Haron,

hoping she leads us to Joe Turner.

Marty thinks you have an
inside man on our team.

Are you supposed to be telling me that?

If I'm telling you something
you already know,

what does it matter?

Marty, huh? You two close?

Not as close as you used to be.

Did she tell you that?

I heard it almost ended your marriage.

A spy's wife catches him cheating.

Come in.

Ma'am, I've been trying to gain
access to the IEP computers,

but I can't get a straight answer
about what happened to them.

The IEP computers were classified.

Why? What did you think
you'd find on them?

I'm not sure I understand
why Joe Turner

would've done what we think he did.

What's your theory?

The people who worked here were given

the freedom and resources
to do whatever they wanted,

to look at any dark corner, and...

Maybe one of them found something
they weren't supposed to,

and that's why they were targeted?

So, Joe Turner was the sole innocent

to make it out of here alive?

I know it's a stretch.

No. It's smart.

I mean, frankly, we don't know
what happened here, right?

So, yes, it is best

not to get overly-attached
to any one narrative.

Tell you what.

I'll put in a request to Langley,

and try and get access
to those computers.

Thank you.

Now, you should call it a
night and get some rest.

Yes, ma'am.

Take the alley.

You don't wanna run into that crowd.

What crowd?

It's touching that
people have come out to mourn.

Human life has no value, but...

the human dead, they celebrate.

This world is fucked.

Dr. and Mrs. Tan?

I'm Sharla. I knew your daughter.

We had no idea.

She wasn't allowed to tell us.

Had I known, I would have told
her how proud I was of her.

She was a very good friend.

One of the finest people
that I have ever known.

And I truly loved her.

If they were willing to
kill everyone in your office,

maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

What wasn't such a good idea?

Getting you the phone.

Oh, it was a terrible idea.

And all I had was bad options, so...

What if she does call back?

Well, I'll answer.

Find out what Caleb knows,
tell him what I know.

Try to figure out
what the fuck is going on.

Then?

Well, fight.

- Fight?
- Yeah.

The CIA?

Well, it's, it's probably not the
whole CIA, Kathy, but, you know...

Yeah... Yeah, just a few

should't have too much trouble
giving you a problem.

You know what? A couple of them
have been trying to kill me

for the last two days
and yet, here I am.

Even you have to be surprised
you're alive.

You know, when I joined the CIA,

I thought I could change things

from the inside.

But I was wrong.

You chose what you thought
was the harder path.

Nobility is in the intention.

There's nothing noble
about turning my back

on a problem I may have helped create.

What happened wasn't your fault.

I mean, one of the other
people in your office

could have found those
12 companies, then what?

You have survivor's guilt, Joe.
Your sin is you're alive.

Come on, Kathy.
Is that your Psych 101 pitch?

Why do something
that's gonna get you killed?

Because if I don't,

a whole lot of people are going to die.

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Look who's here.

Target's in position.

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Green light.

Hallway is clear.

Hallway is clear.

Can I ask you a question?

Why are you pursuing

Joe Turner?

You don't really believe

he just up and killed everyone
in his office, do you?

At the very least, he was working
with the people who did.

Why would a person like that

just snap?

I don't know.

But it happens.

Maybe it's all of this.

For two million years, we spent

most of our time just
keeping ourselves alive...

Killing the food we needed
to keep us from starving,

building shelter so we wouldn't freeze,

fighting our enemies
to protect what was ours.

Now we spend our days
doing jobs we don't care about,

so we can spend our nights
in front of a television

that tells us to go online

and buy things,

things we don't need,

using money we never see

or touch,

yet it enslaves us.

We've left the real world
for an imaginary one,

and it's made us crazy.

Didn't it also make us
into a civilized society?

No.

It's made us America.

Oh, shit!

Hello?

"D", "X",

"Y", "515".

Thank you.

Wait, what's that mean?

It's a cipher.

We used to use it in school.

It's an address.

Janice is setting up
a meeting for me and Caleb.

You don't have to do this, Joe.

I work for one of the top
law firms in the country.

We have a lot of political clout.

We represent congressmen, three
of the five living ex-presidents.

I could bring you in.

We'd be with you every step of the way.
I guarantee it.

Why do you give a shit?

I mean, you hardly know me,

and for half the time
you have known me,

you thought I was crazy.

Why do you care?

Going to that store today
was the first time

that I didn't choose the safest option.

Because that's what I have always done,

made my decisions based on fear.

You were the first unplanned thing

that's happened in my adult life.

And I have no idea
what's gonna happen next.

Kathy.

But if you walk out that door,
I know you're gonna die.

There is nothing noble
about being killed.

You know, I'm fucking sick
of seeing the truth twisted.

If I can do something about it,

I'm gonna do something about it.

You don't even know what the truth is.

No, but what I do know is that
those people didn't blink an eye

at killing my friends to
protect whatever the truth is.

You know,
she may not even go anywhere.

What if she does go somewhere
and leads us to your boy?

Then we'll bring him in.

Enough of my kids have died
already this week.

Now, when I leave, you
give it two hours.

- Then what?
- Then you run out the front door,

you scream your fucking head off,

you go to a neighbor's
and you call the cops.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Now, the feds are gonna interview you.

You were bound and gagged.

We never spoke.
I never said a word to you.

That way they can't
trip you up on your story.

- Why?
- Because, Kathy,

you're not gonna know
who you can trust.

The only person you can trust
is Bob Partridge.

- How will I find him?
- He'll find you.

Maybe right away.

You do everything he says.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Okay.

That's it.

Kathy, there's one more thing
you need to know.

There is a woman, and she picked me up

the night after we met at a bar.

She told me that some fucking
guy was harassing her.

We went back to my place,
and the next day,

she tried to kill me.

And I'm pretty sure she
killed everyone in my office.

You slept with the woman that shot you?

Kathy, please listen.

She has long black hair, okay?

Dark brown eyes,
she sounds Middle-Eastern,

uh, Arabic, maybe Israeli.

If you come across her,
you fucking run.

Okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Why do you have to be the one
to fight people like that?

Listen, you rub this
against something sharp.

You make it look legit.

Are you really that smart?

Obviously not.

In the Middle East,

two million Muslims

from all over the world are converging

on Saudi Arabia this week for the Hajj.

Babe, I gotta go. I have some
work I need to deal with.

Well, it's 9:00 at night.

Yeah, it's, uh...
I may not come home at all.

That's fucking ominous.
Is everything okay?

You're stoned.

I just mean I might
crash on the office couch.

You need to take care
of yourself, honey,

so you can take care of everyone else.

Thank you, babe.

- Love you.
- Love you.

...courage to change
the things I can

and wisdom to know
the difference.

Welcome, everyone, my name's Frank,

and I'm an alcoholic.

- Hi, Frank.
- Before I introduce tonight's speaker,

I wanna thank Marissa
for setting up the chairs,

Aiden for bringing the cookies,

and John for the refreshments.

- hanks, John.
- Welcome.

If he does show up,
how do you wanna play this?

I'll walk over and I'll ask him
to get in the car.

What if he runs?

He won't run.

Not from me.

I can get myself home from here.

Nice meeting you, Bob.

Yeah.

It was nice meeting you too, Gabrielle.

I know who you are.

Israeli Special Forces.

Kinetic scores off the charts,

especially for a person
with your small stature.

Only problem was
you were psychologically

unstable...

Borderline personality disorder,

a morbid fascination with death,

a possible nymphomaniac.

I had never seen that
on a file before today.

And really, you cannot
make that shit up. So...

Special Forces discharged you.

Mossad wouldn't have anything
to do with you, but we...

We took you on.

An Arab Israeli who joins

an occupying forces army,

what does that say about her?

You have an excellent record.

But four years ago...

Your relationship with the agency
appears to just end, and I

can't find a trace of you
anywhere since.

So my question is,

what the hell have you been
doing for the last four years

that is so fucking sensitive
I can't know about it?

If you're not working for us,
who are you working for?

Who sent you here?

That's three questions.

If someone kills my kids,
I'm gonna come after them.

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The preliminary stages
are complete.

Abu-Saeed has been infected.

The delivery man is en route

to meet with his friends from
the mosque for their trip.

We're working on that.

The other asset

is embedded with a special task
force unit hunting Turner.

Yes, sir.

Okay,
thanks for sharing, Billy.

Okay, that's all the time we have.

Before we close, does anyone
have a burning desire?

I mean, anyone feel like
they're gonna use?

Anyone?

Hey.

Sharla, right?

Figured you'd found some other bar.

I've been sober for two years.

Well, you're in luck,

we just got ourselves
a new coffee machine.

Shot of 1942.

It's good coffee.

On me.

Another.

Caleb sent me.

And where is Caleb?

Not here.

- Is he coming?
- No.

Then who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy who can take you
to see Caleb.

You look familiar to me.
Where do I know you from?

I'm Bradley Cooper.

I'm Allen.

- Allen?
- Yeah.

Can I get one of your cigarettes?

First, I gotta search you.

You know what? I think I
can save you the time.

Can I get another?

Please? Thank you. Do you like Tequila?

Can I buy you that shot?

A romantic.

I still gotta search you, man.

I gotta get you to strip down first.

- Are you fucking serious?
- It's just business, man.

I'm not looking for a
relationship or anything here.

Oh, baby, you smell so fine.

How do I know you even know Caleb?

He said he used to call you Rico.

Oh, baby!

What's wrong? What's wrong?
What's wrong?

What, seriously?

Here.

The fuck are those?

You'll be up in an hour, no headache.

- No.
- This isn't a negotiation, man.

No, come on, baby, come on.

I said no.

I made a mistake.

Caleb has as much of a
reason to wanna see me

as I do to see him.

- These are my orders, man.
- Yeah?

Fuck your orders.

Fucking cock-tease.

Yeah, and you're a
limp-dick piece of shit

who can only get pussy
off a drunk woman.

Fuck you.

Touch me again and I will put
you in the fucking hospital.

Okay, okay. You don't have to take
this shit if you don't want to.

But you're gonna wear a hood once
you're inside the van, okay?

- Sure, whatever.
- All right. Right this way.

Hello!

Caleb!

Let me the fuck out!

Caleb!

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