All language subtitles for Condor - 1x04 - Trapped in History

[Joe] Previously onCondor...

[Bob] Joe's in the wind.
Everyone else is dead.

[Bob on phone]
I recruited Sarah Tan.

I also removed any reference
to your relationship.

For everyone in that office,
it's just another job,

but you're personally
interested in the truth.

Joe Turner is like a son to me,

and there's no doubt in mind that he didn't do those things.

-How long ago did you breakup
with what's-her-face?
-Who's "what's-her-face"?

-Janice, the girl you're still
bent out of shape over.
-Six years ago.

Finding Joe a girl.
She's perfect for you.

-And you're matched.
-To Kathy H.

Mad is what I get when
someone shows up
45 minutes late to a date.

I have to feed
my neighbor's cat.

If you let me use your laptop,
I promise I will feed
the neighbor's cat.

I know it's asking a lot
for you to step aside
and let Marty Frost

handle this investigation.

-Bob?
-[Bob on phone] Get out now.

We gotta-- [grunts] God!

Hey, don't move!
Need a clearance check on
a first name "Gabrielle"...

-[Joubert] Joubert.
-[agent on radio] Confirmed.

[theme music playing]

[both grunt]

[exhales]

Fuck!

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunts]

[coughing]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

[panting]

Oh, shit!

[Joe grunts]

[sirens wailing]

[Joe] Fuck.

Oh, God.

-[cat meows]
-[gasps] Oh!

Jesus.

At least now we can feed you.

[overlapping chatter]

Yeah, everything,
any and all red flags.

I don't care how minor,
broken windows, stolen cars...

I've been holding
for 10 minutes, okay?

Listen, I need check points
at Cleveland...

Yeah, yeah, for sure.
I know what I need to do...

-I got my guy...
-[Marty on phone] All right,
Boyd, tell me what you have.

Well, there are
signs of a struggle.

Can of pepper spray
on the floor beside a carton
of spilled milk.

There's also two breakfast
settings in the kitchen.

So, maybe it started out
friendly, you know.

-Hey, coffee?
-Keurig.

Sorry about that.

You're still here, Boyd?
Don't you have to check-in
with Satan's wife?

[agents laughing]

Ah, fuck!

Do you have confirmation
that Turner was there?

[Boyd] How are we doing
on those prints?

[agent 1] Did he park
somewhere else?

[agent 2]
Just give me a call back
at this number, okay?

[agent 3] Uh, let's check.

[Boyd] We have confirmation.

That means we just missed him.

[Boyd on phone] So, we're doing
our door-to-doors.

A lot of people are at work
this time of the day,

but we got visuals
on every single house.

We have a judge on call,
in case we need to move fast.

Ma'am...

Why are we assuming that
we just missed him?

Because why would Turner go out
in broad daylight?

Is there food in the fridge?

Yeah, tons.
It's pretty stocked.

So, every law enforcement
agency in the city
is looking for you,

you are hiding in a house

that is owned by a single woman
with no roommate,

and you have food,
why would you leave?

Well, he probably figured
we'd find his Tinder profile
sooner or later, right?

No, then, why would you
go there in the first place?

Panic, didn't think it through?
Had to go someplace.

If I were Joe Turner,
this house would be

one of the safer places
that I could go,

considering that my face
is plastered across every
single television in America.

The only reason
that I would leave,

is because I was sure
that it was no longer safe.

You think someone
tipped him off
we were coming?

Who?

Does Hale have a car?

[sighs] DMV doesn't have active
registration in her name, no.

So he's close.

I want you to find him.

You got it.

Let's keep it between us
that someone may have
warned Turner.

That person may turn out
closer than we think.

Yes, ma'am.

Was that the boss on the phone?

-Yeah.
-What does she want?

Just micro-managing.

Hey, make sure they check
every door and window,

look for little scratches
on the locks.

-Why, do you think he's close?
-Yeah.

[Sharla]
What makes you think that?

Instinct.

He must have
pretty good instincts.

He's a step ahead of everybody.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe he had help.

Really?

Who from?

Never mind.

[Boyd sighs]

[indistinct chattering
on radio]

[chuckles]

I though you were married.

-Just checking out
the late entry.
-Uh-huh.

So, what do your instincts
tell you about her?

Maybe CIA, there's a lot of
independent contractors.

CIA on American soil?

[police chatter over radio]

[scoffs]

[agent speaking indistinctly
in distance]

[sighs]

[rattling]

[panting]

[doorbell ringing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[muffled yelling]

[continues yelling]

[crying]

[muffled yelling]

[Joubert] Hello, you.

All alone?

Bye-bye, kitty.

[cat meows]

[thud]

-[Kathy groaning]
-Shh! Shh! Shh!

-[Kathy coughs]
-Shh! Shh!

Let me explain
something to you.

The woman who rang the doorbell
is not here to help you.

She tried to kill me.

And the fact that she's out
there, means that she's with
the government.

Which means she's probably
in the fucking CIA, okay?

Don't worry, I sound crazy
to me, too.

Come on, it's okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry.
This may sting a bit.

It's okay, it's okay.

-[Kathy whimpers]
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm not crazy.

Okay? I'm not crazy.

And I'm not violent.

Please.

You got me good.

You know that?
[chuckles]

All that shit about how
you would have liked me...

I guess I look pretty stupid.

How can I not feel
close to you?

You're the only person
I've ever told what I
really do for a living.

[chuckles]

But I, I guess
it doesn't mean much

to be intimate with
a captive audience.

[sighs]

You know what, Kathy?

I'm gonna tell you some stuff
that I have never told anyone.

And I'm not gonna do that
to persuade you or anything
like that.

I'm gonna do it because
that way if I die,

someone will know the truth.
Someone will know
what really happened.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Joe] I was recruited into
the CIA during my last year
at graduate school.

[exhales]

[Janice] Good morning.

-We have to get on the road.
-Mmm-hmm.

[chuckles]

Okay, okay, how much time
do we have?

We have lots
and lots and lots of time.

Are you saying that because
we actually have lots and lots
and lots of time?

-[Joe chuckles]
-Or 'cause you wanna get laid?

Mmm. We'll be fine.

-Yeah?
-Mmm.

You're not answering
my question.

I do not remember the question.

I'm serious.

I don't wanna make
a bad first impression, okay?

Hey.

It's impossible.

-[Janice gasps]
-They're gonna love you.

-[Joe groans]
-Everybody loves you.

We're kind of in the middle
of something, Caleb.

Eh, it wasn't working anyway.
I have to get ready.

Ready for what?

We've spoken about
eavesdropping, Caleb.

-Eavesdropping is the great
American pastime.
-[Joe chuckles]

-What do you think?
-Not that kind of gay.

Listening to people
when they don't know
you're listening

is the only way you can really
know who anyone is

in the Facebook-fucked frenzy
we call existence.

You know, just 'cause
the sentence has a certain
alliterative quality,

doesn't make it true,
you know that, right?

-Yes, it does.
-[Janice] How about this one?

I will not be reduced
to a stereotype.
The floral print.

People today are like
little baby birds,

being fed tiny predigested
bits of information.

And the stuff that
goes down easiest is
whatever sounds best,

like the terrorists
wanting us dead
because they hate our freedoms.

I gotta have a shower.

-You want some company?
-Are you going somewhere?

[Janice]
What gave you that idea?

No, no, I need you two
here today. We're hacking
the school's server

and releasing
the faculty payroll. I got
all of Bannon's passwords.

[Janice]
It's Thanksgiving, Caleb.

So, we can't hack
the university server

and expose gender
and race-based pay gaps,

'cause you guys are celebrating
the time a bunch of sadistic
Europeans came to America,

took advantage of
and murdered the gentle
indigenous peoples

that had been living here
for centuries,

and then were like,
"Look what we discovered"?

-Wait, isn't that more
Columbus Day?
-[Janice laughs]

[man on radio] Jeremiah 29:11,
"For I know the plans I have
for you" declares the Lord,

"plans for welfare
and not for evil, to give you
a future and a hope."

Why is it whenever
you drive long distance,

God is the only thing
you can ever find on the radio?

[man on radio] That's just
another way of talking about
finding God's plan for you.

[whispers softly]
God has a plan for me.

-[chuckles] Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

I hope it doesn't interfere
with my plan for you.

You have a plan for me?

-Do you want me to have
a plan for you?
-I asked you first.

It's just a fantasy,
that's all.

-So, tell me your fantasy.
-[chuckles]

We'd move into the house
in Berkeley,

take teaching jobs,
if we wanted to.

You could use my dad's
old office to work on

whatever brilliant idea
you're gonna change
the world with.

-Yeah?
-And my old room
will be for the baby.

I like your plan.

-Yes.
-You know, my, uh, my dad

thought he could change
the world and raise a family.

And he didn't live to be much
older than I am right now,
and he didn't change anything.

-You're not your father, Joe.
-No, I, I know. Just...

You never talk about him.

His name is Edmond, right?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
People called him "Ned."

How did he and your mom meet?

Oh, he, he was a mathematics
professor and my mom
was one of the students.

-What?
-Uh, yeah.

So, I was unplanned.
They got married.

And then, just before
I was born, he was offered
a job to be the president

of the American University
in Beirut.

-[Janice] You lived in Beirut?
-[Joe] I was born there.

Okay.

My dad believed that
America had fractured
the Middle East.

And that Americans had a duty

to be there, to, you know,
to, to fix it.

-Wow.
-Mmm-hmm.

He was shot in his classroom.

-They never caught anyone.
-Why was he killed?

He was, uh, he was
the most prominent
American target

that they could get
ahold of at the time.

You know, I...
Me and my mom were
living in the States

when he died.

I didn't really get
to know him, he's just
an idea that I have

from photos and various things
my mom and Bob
told me about him.

Was Bob also a professor?

Bob? No, no, no, no, no.
He's crazy.

He... He was a diplomat
who spent his career in
various embassies

throughout
the Middle East, uh...

And I guess, he and my dad
traveled in similar circles,
they became close,

and then Bob married
my dad's sister, Aunt Lily.

So...

[Janice] You never told me
your uncle was rich.

[car stops]

[unbuckling seat belts]

[Bob sighs]

There's something I've been
meaning to give you.

[exhales]

Why do you have
an old handgun. Uncle Bob?

I've worked for the CIA
since 1973.

[chuckles]

You're serious.

[chuckles]

So, why are you telling me now?

You're trying to recruit me?

No.

No.

Why?

I am against everything
the CIA has ever stood for.

That's because you're young.

And you still believe that

the world can be changed
by ideas alone.

But people like
your girlfriend,

with her little acts
of disruption,

what they don't understand

is that without real power,
you cannot make a dent
in this world.

Have you been spying on Janice?

I didn't need to.

FBI was already doing that.

What the fuck, Bob?

You know,
the biggest single threat

we face as a country today...

Uh, an intelligence apparatus

that, uh, spies
on some citizens

that has no surveillian
oversight, that wages secret
wars all around the world?

No, it's that the best minds
of the last few generations

have sold out to Wall Street
and Silicon Valley.

And a lot of other people left
to fight the secret wars which,

believe me, needs to be fought,

are mediocrities, psychopaths,
or some combination of the two.

It's time for bright,

decent people

to take over.

[Joe] I don't want your gun.

I didn't say
it was my gun, Joe.

My father?

That's right.

All those years?

-Beirut?
-That was a cover, Joe.

[Janice] Dinner!

[Janice] You okay?

Huh?

-I asked "Are you okay?"
-Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Fine.

So, these students convince
the dean to pull
the Thanksgiving meal

from the cafeteria for the kids
that weren't going home
for the break,

because they said Thanksgiving
was a celebration of genocide.

Yeah. I wonder
where they got that idea.

-Like, probably history books
or something, huh?
-[chuckles]

[man]
It was 400 years ago, I mean,

do you realize how comfortable
a society has to have become

to have the disposable energy
to complain about
a national holiday?

And this is why all our friends
stopped coming
to our holiday dinners.

Can we please talk about
something other than politics?

Have you given any thought,
Joe, as to what you might do
after school?

[chuckles]

Well, on the car ride
over here, Joe was talking
about becoming a professor.

-Like his dad.
-I haven't
really decided anything.

[Lily]
Oh, that would
be wonderful, dear.

[man] Don't sell
yourself short, Joe.

Teaching is selling
himself short?

[man] Of course it is.

Free market determines
the value of work, and we all
know around this table

that Joe can do better.

[Janice] I don't think
Joe should sell himself at all.

Our society puts too much
emphasis on money
and individual achievement,

and not enough on character,

and the ramifications
of the choices that we make
on the world around us.

I like her.

I was just extolling
the virtues of public service
to Joe.

[man] Society can't benefit
from people like Joe
pushing government papers.

All right? The economy thrives
when its best people

go out into the private sector
and create jobs.

I totally disagree with you.

Please pass the salt.

The system
isn't perfect, but...

It's better than
no system at all.

It's easy to say for someone
who doesn't suffer
under the current system.

Suffering has been a constant
throughout history.

The modern world
didn't invent poverty,
racism or warfare,

-but it could end them.
-[Janice] Really?

Which modern world
would that be?
I'd like to visit it.

You don't visit it,
you make it,
you fix it from inside.

Even if it's only in small
incremental ways.

[Janice] People don't
change systems.

Systems slowly eat away at them
until the person inside
disappears, and they just

do what the chair
they sit in tells them to do.

And then they find themselves
doing things

that the human they used to be
would've found despicable.

You can't trust yourself to sit
in a chair because
you're worried about

what the chair
might make you do.

Maybe you're the problem.

[man] Hello?

Anybody here?

[suspenseful music]

Ah, there you are.

[chuckles]

Hey. I'm here.

Yeah, he's here.
I found him in your bedroom.

Guess he misses you.

Yeah, where do you keep
your cat food?

Look, I just wanna feed the cat
and get out of here
as soon as possible, okay?

'Cause there is a serial killer
on the loose
in your neighborhood?

No, no, this guy has already
killed 12 people,

he probably killed Kathy
and I don't want to be
his next victim.

[man clears throat] Okay, okay.

I'll play with
the little fucker
for a few minutes.

So, what were you thinking?

You want some num-nums?

I'll get your num-nums.

Let's find some num-nums.

[Joe] I'm gonna trust you
not to scream.

[Bob] I'm sorry, Marty.

Bob?

I'm sorry.

[crying] You hurt me
so much, Bob.

Let me make it up to you.

Can you tell me
that you love me?

[sighs]

I'm not sleeping,
I'm just thinking.

You were right, ma'am.

Of course I was. About what?

Someone called Kathryn Hale's
cell phone just before
our team arrived.

[dramatic music playing]

[Reuel] You look like hell.

[Bob] Wouldn't wanna
give anyone
the wrong impression.

[Reuel] How's Lily holding up?

She's just scared to death

about what will happen
to her nephew.

-You hungry?
-I'm okay, thanks.

He'll have a malted.

The weapon is made of
carbon-fiber-reinforced
thermoplastic

to evade metal detectors.

Small enough to be hidden under
clothes, light-weight enough
to be mounted on a drone.

It reduces a liquid slurry

of a plague virus

into a fine particulate spray.

It's invisible, odorless,

silent.

Victims breathe it in and...

[cell phone vibrating]

Oh, sorry.

-It's my wife.
-You want some privacy?

It's all right. Sweetheart?

Kathryn Hale got a phone call
three minutes before
my team arrived.

It lasted 8 seconds
and originated from
a prepaid cell phone.

What did the doctors say?

I think Bob Partridge
has someone working friend
inside my office.

Is this the only explanation?

Yes. I need
a housekeeping team
sent over immediately.

Of course.
Uh, can I bring you anything?

His head.

Okay. Will do.

See you soon.

Well, sorry.

How's Melanie?

Well, new problems
are piling on every day.

Illness begets illness.
Now, just excuse me here
for a moment?

I have to send myself
a reminder to pick up
ice cream for Melanie.

Okay.

Shepard, hold up a sec.

-Let me talk to you
for a minute.
-What's up?

-You tell me.
-I...

-I don't know
what you're talking about.
-Just that you seem distracted.

-Something going on?
-No.

Yeah, maybe a little.

-You're good at reading people.
-[Boyd chuckles]

You wanna talk about it?

No.

Okay.

I just need you to know
that you got my six out there.

And that if you're dealing
with something, you're actually
dealing with it.

Yeah, I'm cool.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-You wanna grab a drink
or something after work?
-Are you serious?

What do you mean?
Not like that.

I'm married.

Okay.

There's... I need to get
something from my car.

[clears throat]

Considering the resources
that must've gone into
designing this weapon,

are we contemplating
a potential
nation state design?

We're contemplating everything.

[cell phone vibrating]

You wanna get that?

Lily is the only person
who ever uses this number
during the day.

Oh. I don't mind.

-I'll call her on my way home.
-Okay.

I've known you a very long time
and I know that you're loyal
to the agency,

and I know that
you're loyal to your family.

What happens when those
loyalties are brought
into a conflict,

such as the one
we're having now?

I don't believe we are.

I'm telling you we are.

My nephew didn't turn.

Did you warn Joe

Marty's team was on it's way
to Kathryn Hale's house?

That's ridiculous.

Well, someone called
Hale's cell phone minutes

before the task force arrived.

I never heard of Kathy Hale
till this morning.

How was I supposed to know
she was with Joe?

Would you take a polygraph?

Of course.

And you'd pass it too,
wouldn't you?

[sighs]

Well, you haven't even
touched your milkshake.

Is this Marty's theory?

Because I thought you said
that she was over the past,

-that she could be objective.
-[cell phone vibrating]

Are you sure
you don't need to get that?

I told you, it's just my wife.

Twice in a row, I mean,
maybe... Maybe she
needs something.

Hello, sweetheart,
is everything okay?

[cell phone ringing]

See that you called twice.
I'm in a meeting, though.

Let me talk to Lily.
I wanna say hello.

Sweetheart,

please say hello to Reuel.

[Lily on phone] Hi, Reuel.

-Lily, how are you?
-I'm fine.

How's Melanie?

I'll tell her that you asked
after her and I'm sure
she'll be pleased.

I'm sorry for the interruption.

-No, don't be silly.
-May I speak with my husband?

Please.

-Are we done here?
-For now.

[Bob sighs]

It's good.

Hi, sweetheart.

Did I save your ass?

[Bob] Absolutely.

[cell phone vibrating]

I heard what you did.

What did I do?

Aren't you the one
who found Turner?

Uh, not really.

Got another slice?

Hmm.

Sorry, my last piece.

Are you gonna get that?

Mmm. It's just my mum.
[clears throat]

[speaking in Arabic]

What does that mean?

It's an Arabic saying
about mothers.

Doesn't really translate.

-I should--
-You better see what
your mom wants.

Yeah.

[cell phone vibrating]

-Hi, mom.
-Ditch the phone.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chattering]

All right, everyone,
empty your bags
on your desks.

Take out your phones
and stand by your areas,
someone will come around.

-Is this your personal phone?
-Hmm.

[cell phone vibrates]

Arms out.

Turn around.

[male newscaster] Federal
authorities have confirmed

that Turner was in
Kathryn Hale's house

where there were apparently
signs of a struggle...

[man] This might be okay.

Ever think of that?

[man] Okay, I gotta go.
[clears throat]

I'll come back
and feed you tomorrow.

[cat meows]

[door opens and shuts]

[Joe] Okay.

[Kathy] Why did you do that?

Why didn't you scream?

I don't know.

Maybe I was afraid
you'd hurt someone else.

No.

I think you know.

You don't trust people,
you have good instinct
for them.

I think you see the truth
when you look in someone
else's eyes,

and I think a part of you

already knows you can trust me.

I did not kill those people.

But if they find me
before I figure out who did,

I will be dead
and so will the truth.

And I'm sorry that I came here.
I don't know why I did.

But this is not me,
this is not who I am.

Wait, if they find you,
just don't give them any reason
to think you know anything.

Because then I would
be in danger?

Yeah.

Would you believe you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

[door opens and shuts]

Reuel sent a housekeeping team
to IEP.

You have any idea why?

No.

[dramatic music playing]

[detector beeps]

[rapid beeps]

Shit.

Leaving?

[Joe] You're still here?

Just as surprised as you are.

You really knew Caleb
Wolfe at MIT?

Yeah, he, he was my...
He was my best friend.

As long as we're both
stuck here, I might as well
hear the rest.

[Janice] What's wrong?

Nothing.

You were fine until
you went off with your uncle
before dinner.

I'm just tired.

What did he wanna talk about?

-What?
-What did you guys talk about?

He wanted to give me a gun.

[chuckles] I'm sorry, what?

A gun, you know...
One of those?

What? Why?
Wait, is there a gun
in this car right now?

No, Jesus Christ,
you think I took it?
Come on.

Why would he offer you a gun?

It was my dad's.

The professor who took
his family to Beirut

to right the wrongs
of American imperialism
had a gun?

Apparently.

That doesn't really square away
with what your aunt
was saying--

So, so, go ask my aunt.

What do you want me
to tell you, Janice?

[Joe] God.

You know, your aunt is lovely,
but your uncle is a fuck.

Oh, my God.
You don't even know the guy.

How well do you know him?

He's having an affair
with someone at work.

-What?
-Yeah, she told me when you
guys were up in the office...

-It just slipped it out.
-Keep your eyes
on the road please.

Fuck. Can you imagine
how difficult it must
have been for her

to keep her composure
during that whole meal

needing to perform like that?

My God! Would you just fuck off
and mind your own business?

-What? Did you just
tell me to...
-Hey!

-Janice!
-[tires screech]

[keyboard clacking]

[Caleb] Nice timing.
I'm just about to DDoS
the payroll,

way worse than
you could imagine.

Tomorrow, we'll get some subs,
and we'll sit on campus

and watch their faces
as they walk by.

We can even make
a game out of...

What happened to you?

What the fuck do you think
you're gonna accomplish?

With what?

You're just gonna make a bunch
of people feel worse about
themselves

than they already do.
How is that a force for good
in the world?

Disruption is prerequisite
for any kind of
meaningful social change.

And what about the enjoyment
that you get from
watching them suffer?

Is that a prerequisite?

It's not their suffering
I enjoy seeing, it's the moment
they wake up.

[sighs]

If you can see what is wrong
with the system so clearly,

why don't you try to change it?

-What do you think I'm doing?
-No, no, no.

Not like this.
This is not constructive.

[Janice] Oh, God!
You sound like your Uncle Bob.

I wanna know what really
happened today.

Okay, you went crazy
and you ran over
a fucking deer.

No, I mean, between you
and your uncle.

-Nothing.
-Don't push me away like this.

-It's in your head.
-Really?

I can't be with someone
who can look me in the eye
and lie like that.

-Fine, I'll get out
of your hair.
-That's it?

You're just gonna admit
that you're lying?

What do you want me
to tell you, Janice? You want
me to make something up?

-What is with you...
-Hands off the computer

and get on the fucking ground!

-[officer] Caleb Wolfe!
-[Joe] What the fuck
is going on?

-[officer] Get your hands
where I can see them.
-[Janice] What is this about?

You can't just come in here!

[buzzes and unlocks]

[buzzes]

[Janice] Hey.

Just came back to get my stuff.

You okay?

Don't do it, Joe.

I don't know, I just, uh...

I just think you and I
want different things.

That's not...
That's not what I mean.

You can leave if you want. I...

Wow. For a second there
I though you were
gonna be vulnerable.

Don't act like I'm the one
who has trouble
being vulnerable.

-I just mean...
-Yeah?

What did you mean?

When they let me out
of that room, I thought
of your Uncle Bob.

I didn't know why at first,
but then I realized I could
still smell his cologne

in the hallway.
I know he was there.

You can leave me
if you want to,

but whatever it is
your uncle wants you to do,
don't do it.

You're a smart guy, Joe.

You just... You just
got a shit sense of smell.

[Kathy]
Did you ever consider it?

[Joe] What? That my uncle
got me arrested just so
he could come to my rescue?

That he used the people I cared about most as a tool
to recruit me into the CIA?

Yeah. I...

I guess
it's pretty obvious he did.

Maybe Janice was right,
maybe I am a bad judge
of character.

Thanks for staying.

The whole thing's too insane
for you to have made it up.

[dramatic music playing]

-[Caleb] Can you bring
a level down?
-[technician] Yeah.

Malcolm, Martin, Medgar.
Malcolm, Martin, Medgar.

That's good.

Let's clench some assholes.
[chuckles]

[cameraman] And we're rolling.

I wanna talk about
the 11 men and women

that were murdered
in the offices of a Georgetown
tech firm yesterday.

The government would
have you believe
they were just civilians

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

They were American service
members and they were targeted.

[newscaster] Caleb Wolfe,
an information activist

who's currently wanted
for questioning

by law-enforcement agencies
and intelligence services
all around the globe,

is making headlines today
with new revelations
in an online video.

Joe? Joe!

-[Joe] What?
-Look.

[Caleb on TV]
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, it just so happens,
was also the outfit
within the CIA

whose algorithm first identified Ammar Nazari.

[chuckles]

[theme music playing]