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Previously on Condor...

To my wife, to this woman who
I share a rich life with,

share all my inner-most secrets.

You want me to come to your office?
Sam, are you tracking my phone?

A man we suspect to being a terrorist
is about to walk a package

into a football stadium packed
with 80,000 American souls.

You're gonna kill him.

So, what do you do?

Doesn't matter, 'cause
I'm gonna quit tomorrow.

Someone out there could still
have weaponized plague.

Someone made a move, knowing vaccine
stockpiles would be depleted.

Gareth has been doing some trades.
We're exposed.

I already sent the
assignment to the assets.

Sorry, I have a nasty habit of
taking my work home with me.

No!

Go away. Come on!

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We're out.

Status?

Eleven cold items and one warm one.

- Who?
- Turner.

Is the situation containable?

We need eyes.

What am I looking for?

Target is 6'2", brown
hair, navy blue jacket.

Two minutes ago, I've got him heading
across the Key Bridge into Virginia.

He's entering Rosslyn
Metro, Northwest entrance.

Got him. He's on an outbound blue.

Where's the next stop?

Pentagon.

Train is due to arrive in
the station in 90 seconds.

Train is arriving.

Going to the train now.

He's getting off the train.

The target just boarded a yellow.
He's headed back toward the city.

He's in the third car from the back.

- Door is closing.
- I'm on.

I'm following the train
back in to the city.

He's off the train making
for the north exit.

- I said north.
- I don't want him to recognize me.

How would he recognize you?

I'm 30 seconds out.

I'm here, I don't see him.

He should be right in front of you.

Yeah, but I still don't.

He made me. I'm on foot.
Car's at the north entrance.

Afternoon. You must
be Hector and Maria.

We, uh...

Are looking for a friend.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought
you were my newly-weds.

Who's your friend?

Hmm.

Sorry, wrong church.

Looks like you found
yourself some trouble.

_

_

Yeah.

- Boss?
- Yeah.

IEP got hit.

- What'd you say?
- They're all dead.

Total liquidation.

I'm on my way.

Joe's in the wind.

Everyone else is dead.

You ever seen anything
like this before?

You say that like we know what this is.

I want this kept out of the news.

I don't want Joe in any more
danger than he's already in.

I'll just get the victim's
families to comply.

Yes, sir.

I want the task force here.

Here?

Keep it out of Langley.

You think that's necessary...

No one knows about this
place outside the Company.

Hello?

We have a challenge.

What kind of challenge?

One of them got away.

It's Turner.

I think there's a chance that
he's going to reach out to you.

You and Partridge are the two
people he trusts the most.

Are we still up on Bob's phone?

I'm not worried about what
happens if he calls Bob.

Is that, is that an accusation?

I've seen his file from the Farm.

He has no kinetic training.

You think I warned him?

I think it's unusual that he'd
survive, given his lack of training.

If I had warned him

he would have gone back
into that building

and try to save his entire office,
and he'd end up dead, anyway.

So, believe me,

if he's alive

it is blind luck.

We can't move forward
with him out there.

We don't even know what he knows.

He knows about the companies.

Then that fuck up was on your end.

But even so, those companies have
nothing to do with the mission.

Then, why did we just kill 11
American Intelligence officers.

Because you cannot
keep 12 people quiet.

But this is one person, and I know him.

I can guarantee his silence.

This relationship could potentially
bring you under scrutiny.

You need to wipe your
fingerprints off of everything.

If he comes to you,

you're gonna have to take
care of this yourself

or take him to someone who can.

You are in the home
appliances' division, Nathan.

Don't you ever talk to me again

like you're the one who understands
what needs to be done.

Just as long as you understand.

I'm feeling sick. I'm gonna go home.

Okay.

Feel better soon.

Gareth will just be a
few minutes, Nathan.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Glad you could make it.

Welcome to White Sands, Nathan.

Would you like a drink, and
can I call you Nathan?

Erm...

No thanks, Mr. Miner, and yes, please.

So,

My company, White Sands, we are
a private military company

which means we do the same
stuff that the military does.

But we get paid for it

and I know you're wondering,

"What the fuck am I doing here?"

I have a funny story, Nathan that
I heard the other day. I was

having drinks with
this guy who works for

the corporate parent of this company,

and he told me about
some mid-level manager

who had multiple harassment complaints
filed against him by a few of his

Muslim co-workers.

So, apparently, the final straw

was when he tried to force

a woman in a headdress

to eat a BLT.

No, I didn't force anyone...

That...

That was wrong, I know that.

I, I went to therapy.

- Um...
- I thought the story was funny,

until I learned

that the name of the employee
was Nathan Fowler Jr.

The firstborn son, a namesake
of one of my personal heroes,

I know your brother was
recently killed in Iraq.

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

I did some investigating.

I learned that you
never served, Nathan.

And that's when it all clicked.

The son of a living legend

underachieves at every
stage in his life

and ends up in-charge
of home appliance sales

for the northeast region and, whatever,

he's okay with it.

It's fine until,

one day,

his brother's killed.

And then he is filled with grief

and anger at the people
who did it, and shame

for letting his younger brother

take his place

in the family business.

And that's why you're here, Nathan.

There's more than one way
to serve your country.

Now, I have some friends in the
Central Intelligence Agency

who are determined to
do something about

the threats that we currently
face from the Muslim world.

What do you want me do?

I want you to oversee the
whole thing, Nathan.

I want you to be the liaison
between the CIA and myself.

And some of the people
who'll be working for us.

Now, I know

you din't take the path
your father set up for you.

But what I'm offering, Nathan

is a way for you

to reclaim your legacy.

Nathan!

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Would you like a drink?

- No, thank you.
- Of course not.

I don't think I've ever seen you relax.

No, you're not gonna see it today.

No.

'Cause you're upset about
the stock trades, right?

You endangered this entire mission

for these thinly-veiled
shell companies?

There's only one guy out there

who still knows about the companies,
Nathan, he's just an analyst.

Our people will take care of it.

I had to reroute the delivery man.

He's supposed to be in Riyadh by now.

I am our people.

The delivery man can't release
the virus until the last day,

otherwise, people would be symptomatic,

and they'll just quarantine the place.

We've got a day or two before he
really needs to get there, Nathan.

I know the schedule is
well as you do, okay?

Everything is gonna go fine. If
you really worried, go ahead.

Send the delivery man to Riyadh now.

It's not like he's our only asset.

The Feds are looking for Joe Turner.

We need to make sure that we
can get to him before they do.

My, you've taken this all
very personally, Nathan.

That's why you chose me.

I'd like to think that you would take
it a little bit personally, too.

No, we've already have enough
fanatics on the payroll.

Your greed is putting this
entire operation at risk.

You need to extract yourself
from these shell companies,

and you need to tell me anything
else that I need to know.

Okay.

Well, let me set you straight.

I am a businessman, Nathan.

When I see a business
opportunity, I take it

That is how I fund our operation.
Correction,

my operation.

And you may think your cause is
more important than my business

but my business is what gives you

the means to fight
your cause and, hell,

you wouldn't even have a cause if
it wasn't for me. Are we done?

- I just want to make...
- Are we done?

Yes.

'Cause I don't like
having conversations

after what's been decided
has been decided.

That is just masturbation,
and I like to do that alone

or on someone with nicer tits than you.

We used to live in tribal societies

where learning to distrust the people
on the other side of the forest

was a vital evolutionary adaptation.

But the world is no
longer as simple, Sam,

- as us and them.
- No, you're right.

There's just, now, more thems.

And, by the way, motherfucker,

you said "vital evolutionary
adaptation." Drink.

- God, okay.
- Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Mmm!

If we don't evolve beyond

us-and-them logic, then
we will go extinct.

What?

Did you take a New York Times
suppository this morning

because I can't imagine how
else anybody can internalize

- so many bullshit liberal talks...
- Come on, Sam.

You've been over there,

Arabs love their kids as
much as you love yours.

And part of what got them so
pissed off is the injustice

- their children suffer at our hands.
- You know what?

The most that any one person can
do morality-wise is to have

his own tribe of people that
he'd be willing to die for.

Keep thinking that way,
and you will just end up

watching your own tribe getting
smaller and smaller and smaller.

I came home early.

Jesus Christ!

You scared the shit out of me.

Hey!

What are you doing home?

I threw up at school.

I threw up at work.

That's called a coincidence.

You live in the same house and
you breathe the same air.

It's not a coincidence, you
have the same stomach flu.

- You should both lie down.
- Yeah.

I, uh...

I've some work to do.

Good then, I could leave Jude with you.

- Where are you going?
- Iris'.

I'm up on the rotation.

It'll be awkward enough without
having a six-year old with me.

It's Iris, so I'm going light
on the food, heavy on the wine.

Not like I'm judging her.

How's she doing?

It's been six weeks.

Not great.

And I hate it when my
boys aren't doing well.

All right, I'm gonna go to my office.

Okay.

When the others come over,
I make them uncomfortable

No, don't be silly.,

But I look forward to your visits.

Good.

I just...

I wish I was more to you

than a woman whose husband died.

You are more to me than that.

That's a light at the end
of the tunnel, Iris.

You know, Elden and I did
never agree marriage

He had affairs.

And the other women,

they were hard enough to accept,

but they were one-offs.

The Agency was his real mistress.

I hated the secrecy.

Smug sense of purpose.

I think they convince themselves

that they can do whatever they want
because they're saving the world.

He would disappear for weeks at a time

and come back not even
acknowledging that he'd left.

When I met you, I was so jealous.

Jealous of me,

why?

Because I thought

"Here's this strong woman,

a doctor.

There's no way that she
puts up with this bullshit.

Her husband must tell her everything."

Only now do I realize that

you don't have a clue
who your husband is.

I don't know what you...

I can't believe I just said that.

- I'm sorry.
- No, I mean,

you're right.

And I guess, in this community,

none of us really know what
our husbands are up to.

Task force is here.

It's my wife.

Close the door.

Hello.

They're all dead.

Yeah, but I'm here.

What the fuck happened?

We have to keep this under 30 seconds.

There's no time for questions
for either one of us.

Nobody outside the CIA
knew this place existed.

Which means the agency's
been compromised,

which means I don't
know who I can't trust.

I need to bring you in myself.

Can you stay alive till 5 o'clock?

I don't know, I don't know.

Use the training. That's
what it's there for.

The training, I...

I was... I never expected
to actually use it.

That's what it's there for.
The unexpected.

You remember the park where we used
to get heroes and watch the game?

Yeah, yeah.

5:11, at the North-East
corner of the main entrance.

- Can you recognize my car?
- Yeah.

Okay, stay alive.

Partridge made contact with Turner.

They set up a meet.

Okay, good to know. Nice work.

No, I can't. It's the collection plate.

This is here for members
of the community in need,

and I say that you need that standard.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Just cleaning out my office.

I'm making popcorn, want some?

Hang on, kiddo.

Yes.

Turner made contract with Partridge.

Is he bringing Joe in?

Personally.

The assets are on Partridge.

Good.

They're tracking Bob through his phone.

I thought you'd want to know.

Thanks.

Look about before...

I should not have

questioned your loyalty, I apologize.

Rude.

What do we know.

Hey, uh,

two shooters.

Pros...

Now, they sabotaged
the electrical vault

which cut power to the
whole neighborhood

so they wouldn't tip their hand.

And the emergency generator

only powers the back-up lights in here.

The security was on manual.

Receptionist was poisoned,
something in her coffee.

Likely an inside man.

Now considering this is the
outfit that flagged Ammar Nazari,

we figure we're looking at a
retaliatory act of Islamist terrorism.

Nobody knew about this
place outside the CIA.

How'd they know who to
hit to get revenge?

Well, that's where your
inside man will come in.

So, Nazari's terror cell,
whoever the hell they were

just happened to have an inside man

inside the unit that found him?

Okay. Well, you have to understand...

All 12 employees of which
were hand-picked by me?

I do have a theory.

Please share it with the group.

Joe Turner.

You think Joe Turner was complicit

in the murder of 11 of his colleagues?

Turner had ties to some
radical domestic groups...

I know all about Joe's past.

It's hardly a basis for your theory.

Well, the fact that he's not
in a body bag kinda is.

And how so?

He's an analyst.

He has no kinetic training whatsoever.

Two cold killers come in here,

waste the entire office,
and he gets away?

Have you seen the crime scene?

Yes.

Joe was smoking a cigarette on
the fire escape with Sarah Tan.

Sarah got cut down in the
alley trying to run.

He came back in through the
window in the basement.

He knew the killers upstairs

had to go down two floors to
make it out the front door.

He only had to run up one.

Doesn't have kinetic
training but he's smart.

Okay.

How about the receptionist?

Her name was Ellie.

She trained with SEAL Team Six.

She wasn't the receptionist.
She was security.

And you notice that Ellie

and Harold Floros

had coffee from the same cafe.

Same name written on their cups.

And Harold

was shot at the checkpoint.

So he's your inside man.

Okay. Well, we hadn't had a lot of time

to think all that through.

What's your name?

Boyd Ferris.

Ferris.

You don't ask enough questions
and you have too many answers.

When I came in here
asking what you knew,

the answer was nothing.

- Want some popcorn?
- Hey, kiddo.

Come here.

How's school?

- It's okay.
- Mmm-hmm.

How's work?

Um...

It's not so good.

You seem sad.

I am.

What's wrong?

Something bad happened at work.

And was it your fault?

Yeah.

Can you fix it?

I don't think so.

Did you try?

Huh?

Did you try to fix it?

No.

How do you know you can't?

Look, I know you have
done some bad shit

in service of a greater good.

But if you let yourself
become too comfortable

with that blood on your own hands,

you will sacrifice an essential
part of your own humanity.

Since when is killing not an
essential part of being human?

Now you just have guys,

soldiers go out and do it for you.

Just like you have farmers
grow your food for you,

which, by the way, is another
essential part of being human

that you don't know how to do anymore.

Well, maybe morally speaking,

we haven't really evolved at all.

We've just outsourced
immorality to people like you.

You're welcome.

Goddamn it.

I don't mean to pull the
Sunday magazine section

out of your ass,

but, what the fuck do you tell yourself

that you do for a living?

Yeah, I admit I am complicit.

But I don't let myself forget it.

No, Joe, you just torture
yourself over it.

I don't see the point.

You know, in fairness,

we don't exactly do the same
thing for a living, Sam.

No, no, no. You know what? We don't.

We serve the same master.

And what that master requires of us

is not always fit to fucking print.

You know, it is incredible to me

how you can be so intimately honest

and menacing at the same time.

- Get the fuck out of my face.
- Fucking pussy. Oh!

Oh.

Johnny?

Johnny?

That's him.

I don't have a nose for shit.

Yeah, I can smell it 100 miles.

I know what you're thinking.

You think it's my fault
Turner got away.

You think I had a shot at
him from the fire escape.

And you're wondering

whether having indulged
myself with Turner,

I might have been manifesting

some kind of subconscious
desire to let him get away.

But if you understood the
nature of my indulgences,

you'd know that him getting away

is not part of the program.

If you're worried that
over the last six years,

I haven't figured out

that you're a sick, homicidal fuck...

Without any capacity for
compassion or mercy...

Don't worry, I have.

Good.

He's in his car.

Your instructions are to
employ non-lethal measures

where the subject is concerned.

You've only one target here.

He's on the move.

- You a bird watcher?
- Good guess.

Had a parakeet once.

- Died.
- Uh-huh.

Too much there.

How much is that?

- Eighty.
- Uh-huh.

Though I'm not sure why
you'd need to go bird...

I'll take it.

- Done?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I'll take it.

- Is Daddy in his office?
- He went out.

Where did he go?

Something bad happened at work.

Daddy had to fix it.

We're gonna have to talk
to Daddy about that.

What would you like for dinner?

- Pizza.
- Other than pizza.

Burgers.

All right. Burgers it is.

Jesus.

Shit.

Get in!

- Check yourself for holes, Joe.
- Oh.

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

That woman. I know her.

She picked me up the other night.

We went back to my place.

She was there this morning,
Joe, at your office.

What? Why?

You found out about the
money behind Nazari.

- The companies.
- What... This is my fault?

No, you can't blame yourself.

Well, then who the fuck can I blame?

We don't know yet.

But they've definitely got
somebody inside the Agency.

Now look, I'm gonna put
you in a safe house

until we can figure out
what's what, okay?

Okay, yeah.

Wait. How, how did you know
about those companies?

Dr. Lappe.

Dr. Lappe hadn't sent this to
Langley yet. I spoke to him.

How did you know that Bob
was bringing me in, Sam?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Sam. What did you do?

Listen, I'm gonna put you
somewhere safe, Joe.

And when this whole thing is over with,

you're not gonna wanna
tell people what we did

because that would mean that
your co-workers died for nothing

instead of being sacrificed heroically

so that countless American
lives could be saved.

How the fuck is it possible

that I have known you for six years

and only now do I realize,
you're fucking crazy?

What do you think you're gonna do, Sam.
Huh? Huh?

Listen, if I told you...

Where you think you're going?

Hey, hey. Fuck do you
think you're going, huh?

Outside of this car,

the only thing that waits
for you is fucking death.

- I don't care.
- Fucking listen to me.

I came here ready to trade

my life for yours for two reasons.

One, because you are my
best friend and I love you.

And two...

No, that would be subject

to mandatory licensing under
the FRAND commitment.

Yes. Exactly.

Yeah. No problem.

Jesus, it would've taken me three days

to answer that question.

What's your secret?

Having no life whatsoever.

Psst, psst, psst. You here, sweetness?

How are you?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Eat up.

See you later, Syd.

Earlier today...

I need to pull

whatever surveillance there is
on the northeast corner of...

Bob. We have a problem.

was Joseph Turner,
on of the employees...

What the fuck is that?

That's what I was trying to tell you.

At large and presumed to be dangerous.

I said I wanted it kept out of the
news until we brought Joe in.

- I couldn't stop her.
- It was my call.

Information about the victims

is only beginning to trickle in

as there was a media blackout

until the families could be notified.

Jesus, Marty, you fucked him.

He fucked himself, I made
it harder for him to hide.

Joe had nothing to do with
what happened here today.

I know you think you did a good job

- erasing those arrest records...
- Come on, he was just a kid!

- He is still a kid.
- What the fuck are you doing here?

You think they were
gonna let you run this?

Come on!

You can't just walk around
like yesterday never happened.

- Marty, listen to me.
- Don't touch me, ever!

You are tainted, Bob.

You recruited him, you trained him,

and your record would be

permanently stained by his guilt.

Didn't you retire?

The Deputy Director asked
me to come back as a favor.

As a favor to him or to you?

This is not personal, Bob.

I'm not about to bet someone's life

on you being big enough to
put the past behind you.

You don't have a choice.

Joseph Turner is
believed to have killed

eleven of his coworkers in
a Georgetown tech company.

Here on the street where Turner lives,

investigators are scouring
his apartment for clues.

Friends and neighbors
are still in shock.

- Joe, are you okay?
- No, can I come in?

Uh, I'm sorry. This was a stupid idea.

No.

No, come in.

What happened to you?

Uh...

I don't think I can talk about it.

Um...

I think if I talk about it,

I'll, I'll sound crazy

and you don't know me well enough

to know that I'm not. So...

- Something happen at work?
- Yeah.

Okay, if you wanna talk about it...

Can I just... Can I ask a favor?

Can I sit on your couch
and just take a minute?

I haven't had any time.

Can I just take a minute to, to
process everything and to...

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Bob?

I didn't hear the car.
When did you get home?

You didn't see the news?

What happened to your face?

It involves your nephew.

What about Joe?

Thank you for all of this.

It's actually a service I provide

for all my Tinder dates.

Okay, I'm gonna go upstairs.

- I have some work I have to get to.
- Okay.

So, um, TV's right there.
Bathroom is behind you.

The water...

You know where it is.

Federal authorities have
so far given no indication

why the Georgetown tech
firm may have been targeted

or whether Turner might
have been in contact

with any domestic or
international terrorist groups

prior to the attack.

America's capital is on edge tonight,

especially in the Georgetown
neighborhood where the attack occurred,

and where the man hunt

is centered on alleged mass shooter,

Joseph Turner who, once again,
is believed to have killed...

11 of his co-workers

in an armed attack this morning

at IEP analytics.

Authorities are urging caution
for anyone in the DC...

Jesus.

You scared me.

I have to go feed my neighbor's cat.

- He's in Japan.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It isn't true.

What isn't true?

What they said about me on
the news, it isn't true.

I haven't seen the news.
What do they...

- What do they say about...
- Kathy.

You know what,

- you can tell me as soon as I'm back.
- No, no, no. Stop.

- Don't fucking touch me.
- No, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just need you to sit down

so I can explain it to you. Okay?

- Please. Don't. Stop.
- No!

- Stop, stop, stop.
- Help!

Help!

Please, stop. Please, stop.

I don't wanna hurt you.
I don't wanna hurt...

Stop, stop, stop.

Please, I don't wanna hurt you.

Just, please, just breathe, just stop.

Stop.

Come on.

Without knowing the shooter's motives,

they will use this as a means
to push their anti-gun agenda.

Notice all the elegant finishes
all throughout this home.

The designer life...

You've reached Sam Barber

Please leave a message.

Hey, just calling to say I love you.

I'll see you when you get home.

None of it is true.

I didn't hurt anyone. I'm an analyst!

There were two people. They
came in and shot everyone.

And then when they tried
to bring me in...

Who tried to bring you in?

The CIA.

You're in the CIA.

Why didn't you just say so?

The other night in the bar,

I was distracted

because I knew about the attack
at ComQuest Field ahead of time.

An algorithm that I
developed allowed us to...

God. Okay.

I just need a piece of rope.

Do you really expect me to help you

find something to tie me up with?

Go fuck yourself.

No, no, no. That'll hurt. Please.

Put your leg...

Oh, God.

I do not wanna be here.

- Then go.
- I can't!

I can't.

Lie on the bed.

I'm just gonna hold you.

I need to think.

And I need you to be still for a moment

so I can process everything.

Please.

Lie down.

Thread your left arm under your right.

Yeah.

Do not let go of this hand.

Please believe me.
This is not who I am.

I need to think this through.

I'm tired. I'm tired.

I'm a light sleeper.

If you move,

I will feel it and I will wake up.

Do you understand?

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