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Previously on Condor...

Don't move! Katherine Hale?

I'm a federal officer.

I need a clearance check
on a first name, "Gabrielle"...

Joubert.

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

How's she doing?

You know, Elden and I
didn't have a great marriage.

The agency was his real mistress.

There is a woman, long black hair.

She sounds Middle-Eastern.

If you come across her,
you fucking run.

Caleb Wolfe is making headlines today.

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

It was a CIA front.

Someone out there could
still have weaponized plague.

And we have to assume
they're going to use it.

One guy out there still knows about the
companies, Nathan, he's just an analyst.

Your greed is putting
this entire operation at risk.

And who the fuck are you?

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

Caleb!

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I had a dream, two nights ago.

All those people at the football
game at ComQuest Field,

got infected with the plague.

And they went and infected
their families,

and their friends
and their neighbors,

until everyone
in the whole world

was both murderer and victim.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

I went down into my office,

and I learned everything I
possibly could about the plague.

And what I discovered
was an enemy

who could change the fate
of the world in only 24 hours.

However, this enemy
is not invincible.

Modern medicine is equipped

to protect us from
this kind of an attack,

but we lack the infrastructure to
deliver the treatment to enough people

in enough places in a short
enough period of time.

But I'm about to change that.

Gentlemen and lady,

I give you Volaris.

Using a fine particulate
aerosol spray, Vorlaris

can vaccinate one square mile
of inhabitants in 20 minutes,

protecting healthy populations
against the spread of an epidemic

with unparalleled speed
and efficiency.

Volaris will allow us to provide

effective protection

to, quite frankly,

as much,

or as little of the world
as we choose.

The threats we face today
are so great that the world

isn't big enough to hide in.

We must act quickly and decisively
to deal with these new dangers.

Remember Julius Caeser,

"Men, at some time

"are masters of their fates."

Hey! Hey! Hey!

I'm gonna let you go.

If you try to hit me again,
I will knock you the fuck out.

- All right?
- Fuck off.

I do not want to do that
shit to you man, all right?

Where the fuck is he?

Follow me.

I'm good.

You gonna drug me again
on the way out?

We were friends six years
ago, and then you disappeared.

And the next thing I hear,
you're in the CIA.

So, I can't help but wonder if the CIA
is using you to bait a trap for me.

Especially, if they know our
history, which they obviously do,

- because they're the fucking CIA...
- Well, I come in here

and you immediately
start wondering if the CIA

faked the deaths of 12 of its own
people to lay a trap for you?

Yeah, well, just because
you're paranoid...

Yeah.

I need to know who
your source was on the IEP.

You first.

What the fuck happened
over there, man?

Hey, babe, what's going on?
Everything okay?

No, I'm, I'm at work, and uh...

Looks like it might
be a lonely night.

Hey, I love you, too.

Bye, hon.

Looking for me?

Fuck!

I didn't think
anyone else was here.

Guess we both had
the same idea, huh?

Come back here,
check the place out again.

I just assumed you had scurvy.

Why'd you follow me?

- What?
- You thought you were gonna get laid?

Weren't you wearing
a wedding band earlier?

There it is.

Or maybe that's your cock-ring.

I saw you staring at me
at the office,

and I spotted you on N

- and when I turned onto Wisconsin...
- I wasn't following you.

Hmm.

Marty said that, uh...

Someone called Turner,
just before we got here.

Kathy Hale doesn't drive, so...

I figured he's gotta
be close by, right?

Came back to check it out.

Did you come up with
that excuse on your drive over?

I mean,

it can't be that you're here
'cause you're a good cop.

A good cop would have
seen the note on the fridge.

Instructions
for feeding the cat?

Do you see a cat?

Katherine Hale,
we're with the police.

Open that door up
for me, please.

Kick that door open.

Oh, thank God.

I thought you were him.

Who? Joe Turner?

- I thought he came back.
- When did he leave?

Huh? When did he leave?

Hours ago. I just got
myself untied when I heard you downstairs.

- Okay, okay, okay, hey...
- I thought you were him.

- Okay, hey.
- I was so scared.

I'm going to come in there,
and help you out, okay?

You're okay, now.
We're the good guys, okay?

Okay, can you stand up?

I'm gonna help you up.

Breathe. One, two, three.
There you go.

- It's okay.
- Where did Turner go?

I don't know.
He didn't talk to me.

You didn't speak the whole
time he was here?

No. Not really.

What did he do?

He kept me tied up, and in the closet.

Did you scream?

- He gagged me.
- Okay, it's okay.

All right, let's get you
sitting down, okay?

Are you okay? Are you hurt?
Are you injured?

- No, I'm okay.
- Okay.

Nice and easy. There you go.
Sit down.

Hey, look at me.
You're safe now, okay?

All right.

Hey, Kathryn.

You okay?

Okay. Here's what we're going to do.

We're going to stay here
with you for a little while,

and see if Turner comes back, all right?

I don't think he will.

When we found you in the closet, you said,

you thought he came back.

I was scared.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

Now you're sure he won't
come back. Why?

I just didn't
get that sense from him.

How can you get any sense from him
when you were tied up in the closet?

Okay, hey, listen,

we're going to figure it
out together, all right?

You have 37 unheard messages.

- First message...
- Mae, it's mom...

Message skipped.

Mae, it's Lily Partridge.

I'm so sorry. I just wanted to check
on you and see how you were doing.

Myself, Cindy, and Alice,
and some of the other wives,

we're thinking about coming
by to see you tomorrow.

- Is that...
- Message skipped.

Dr. Barber,
I'm calling from St. Joshua's.

There was a train accident. We're a little
understaffed, so I'm just going down

the list, looking for anyone who can...

Hi.
Sam Barber.

I'm his wife.

- Enjoy the party.
- Thank you.

Lord Byron had his own private army.

Gareth does not have
a private army.

Oh, my God! It's the actual
military industrial complex.

Is all this from government contracts?

All right, you're being antagonistic.

Our taxes paid for this house.

Meanwhile, this Gareth guy probably
thinks that people on welfare are lazy.

I'm not being antagonistic.

Yeah, you are.
You're already doing Dr. Strangelove.

I can't help it.

It just comes out
the closer I get to fascists.

Uh, could you give us just a sec?
Thanks.

You don't know these people.
Give them a chance.

I will go down on you
for an hour, when we get home.

You say that like it's work.

You should think of it
as a reward.

Can I take your picture, please?

- Um, you want a picture?
- Sure.

Over here.

How many Republicans does it take
to not screw in a light bulb?

All right...

Come on.

Sam.

- Hi.
- I'm glad you could make it.

- Good to see you. Elden, this is my...
- You must be Mae.

I's nice to finally meet you.
I'm Elden Loramer.

Mmm, mmm...

I'm sorry.

It's a very bad joke.

It's lovely to meet you.

I often have a chat with my wife
before these parties, and it usually

- illicits the same reaction.
- Oh. Good to know.

Actually, she really
wants to meet you.

- Really?
- I'll be right back.

- Um...
- He got that just from my mumbling?

Yeah, he taught psy-ops
at The Farm.

- What's that mean?
- That means he's fucking smart.

Okay, sorry.

- Behave.
- No.

- Are you going to say...
- Whoa, we will.

Sam, Mae, this is my wife, Iris.

- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Mae. It's so nice to meet you.

Hi, Iris. Sam, a pleasure.

Hi. Um...

I begged Elden to buy
your house.

We're around the corner.
109 Millstone.

Ah! We'll have to get together
and covet each other's houses.

Mae, can I steal your husband?

- As long as I get him back.
- Cross my heart.

Be like half an hour.

- Okay?
- Two secs.

Can I trust him, Iris?

Elden's a boyscout.

And that's Gareth?

Keep your guard up.

He tries to fuck
anything that moves.

I feel bad for his wife.
I think they're getting a divorce.

I'm going to get a drink.
Do you want something?

Too much of a lightweight.

It's going to be a long night.

Just wait till they get oiled up.

You'd think that this crowd would be
too buttoned up to get down, but...

Spying on the spies?

I got lost.

There it is.

Would you like some pot?

Seriously?

I'm Melanie, by the way.

- Mae.
- Careful.

It's good shit.

"Have the women here been selected

"for sexual characteristics of
a highly stimulating nature?"

Pardon?

I'm sorry.

Movie reference.

I was not expecting
weed at this party.

Yeah, they tend to be more
of an alcohol and pills set.

I haven't smoked pot
since before my son was born.

I've only been smoking it
for a few months.

Never even tried it in college.

I was always a good girl.

Is that a wig?

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- I'm very stoned.

I'm no longer in the closet
about dying.

What's your diagnosis?

Grade IV Astrocytoma.

Are you a doctor?
I can tell by the look on your face.

I'm sorry.

Hmm.

No, I think I'm good.

So what goes on down there?

I Have no idea.

They don't let girls
in their tree house.

They seem so enthralled.

They look like
a pack of sled dogs.

That's my husband.
He has that effect on people.

Especially men.

Now that the CIA's promoted you,
I suppose you're going to start praying?

You

were a very good wife tonight.

Were you a good husband?

What's that supposed to mean?

Uh-oh.

Something happened.

That's why you were
so quiet in the car.

I got high with Melanie.

- That's why I was quiet in the car.
- With who?

- Gareth's wife.
- Gareth Miner's wife's name is not Melanie.

It's Laura.

Wait, you got high, as in, you smoked pot?

What did those men want with you?

What men?

I saw you all
in the Billiard room.

We were just

bating around a few ideas.

Ideas?

Yeah.

Yeah, you know I can't talk
to you about this stuff.

But you can talk about it
with Gareth Miner?

- Look, baby...
- Is he in the CIA?

I'm sorry there are things
that I can't share with you.

I had a really bad feeling about it.

It's because you were
fucking stoned, baby.

No, I had a bad feeling
before I got stoned.

Listen to me.

I want you to listen to me.

Everything I do,

every decision that I make,
I ask myself first,

"Is it good for this family?"

You and our two boys,

you'll always come first.

You always will.

Mom, hi.

Can you come over here
and stay with the boys?

No, I have to go into work.

No, I know.

I know, but I can't fucking sleep, and I'm
just losing my shit sitting here.

And you think your office was hit
because you found these companies?

Uh, my friend, Sam,

he said it before he died.
He said that...

He said that I found them.

Funny that you still
call him your friend.

Yeah, well, he save my life, so...

Yeah, well, there's a word
for people who fix

- the problems they create.
- Hey, man, can you focus?

He said that he was
going to put me somewhere safe,

until 'it' was all over.

Which means,

- it's not over yet.
- Yeah.

All right, it's your turn.
Who was your source?

Okay, I'm going to
trust you, Joe.

A month ago, I was in Detroit.

Thanks.

- Good evening, Mr. Wolfe.
- Who is this?

I work for an American
Intelligence Agency.

Which one?

For now, let's just keep it
general with the specifics.

I have information for you.

What kind?

On September 11, a man
name Ammar Nazari,

will attempt to release a plague

at ComQuest Field.

He will be killed by federal agents
before the plague is released.

Nazari will have been found by a
high-profile target algorithm,

written by a secret program
within the CIA, known as IEP.

It's a staged attack.

It's the prologue
to a larger plot.

What kind of plot?

If I told you that,
you wouldn't believe me.

Doesn't hurt to try.

This is the only way
I'll do this, Mr. Wolfe.

I'll be in touch on September 11th.

Never heard from him again.

So he disappeared?

That would be the best case
scenario I'd imagine for him.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

You know, I knew that Sam
was hooked up

with that element in the agency, I just...

you know, I didn't,
I didn't think he was...

You know, I didn't think he was all in.

What element?

You know, the joke, the CIA
stands for Christians In Action.

That's the group that Sam
was hooked up with,

and you know, these guys, they believe
that we're already engaged in a Holy War

with Islam for control over the
next Millennium, and, and...

There is no

limit to the amount of aggression
that these guys can justify

in pursuit of winning that war.

Drugging you once was enough.

So an element within the CIA
with a hard on for radical Islam

staged the attack of ComQuest Field

as a prologue to what?

Some act of aggression
against the terrorists,

- or some Middle Eastern country?
- Maybe.

- That's fucking crazy,
- Yeah, it's fucking crazy.

Circumstances aside, it's...

It's fucking good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

What the fuck were you thinking
joining the CIA?

We needed you.

I needed you.

She was never the same again, man.

Janice?

Who else?

We gotta get you outta here.

- I just...
- Now.

Hey! Hey!

- See you soon.
- What's going on?

It's been three hours.

I'd like to call my mother.

I'd like to call my mother
and let her know that I'm okay.

It's the middle of the night.

You can call her in the morning.

Her daughter's been kidnapped
by a mass murderer.

I doubt she's sleeping.

Her daughter's safe.

She'll find that out
soon enough.

Are you worried my mother's going to warn
Joe that it's not safe to come back here?

"Joe."

That sounds friendly.

I want to cooperate.

But I haven't slept in days.

So, sleep.

I think I might need
medical attention.

You're fine.

Let me call my mother,
tell her that I'm safe,

and that I'm with two
federal agents.

I mean, that's what
you are, right?

Even though you said
you were police.

You work for the government, right?

Yeah. Well, we say police 'cause
people know what that means.

Sounds better than uh...

"Freeze, joint task force officer."

What are your names?

I'm Boyd Ferris.

And you?

That's Joubert.

Joubert.

Where is Joubert from?
Israel?

I'm a lawyer.

You have no legal grounds for
holding me here against my will.

Let's just stop pretending you're
some innocent bystander in all this.

I'm sorry.
What does that even mean?

- You dated the suspect.
- We went on one date.

It was a bad date.
It lasted 20 minutes.

And then he walked you home.

And that somehow means
I'm not a victim?

The marks on your wrist
were faded when we found you.

The gag was dry.

You'd been untied for over an hour.

Which means you weren't hiding from
Joe Turner, you were hiding from us.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're a suspect.

I want to call my lawyer.

Sit the fuck down, Miss Hale.

Your phone, gun, binoculars
and bullet-proof vest.

It's like you're some kind of
perverted boyscout.

Gun's unloaded. Bullets are in
the zip compartment on the side,

in case you need them.

You're just gonna...

Put me out on my ass?

I'm not the one who
put you in this spot.

So you were never gonna
let me stay here, were you?

I didn't want to bring
you here in the first place.

Caleb wanted to hear
what you had to say.

We heard you.
Now we want you gone.

No, no, no. You want me gone.

Not Caleb.

Caleb's too trusting.

That's why he has me.

You know, if you heard what
I just said,

you would know that the CIA might be
planning an attack against the Muslim world.

You are the CIA, Joe.

No, Janice, I'm not.
Not anymore.

Oh, my...

People could die.

Now, Caleb has the power
to expose this thing.

People will believe him.

Show me your proof.

Proof. I, I... I don't have proof,
Janice, but if we work together...

That will never happen.

You know what?
Fine...

You're just going to
strand me here, too, huh?

It's parked out front.

I won't report it stolen
for 24 hours.

You're welcome.

Oh, fuck.

You wanted to call this
in at first, didn't you?

- Huh?
- You were gonna call this in.

Then she pulled you into the hallway,
and convinced you to stay here.

To do this alone, right?

What's your point?

She's right. I wasn't tied up
when you got here.

Then why didn't you
call the police?

In fact, Joe and I spoke at length.

He told me about the 12
companies that he found

that invested in Big Pharma

before the attack at ComQuest Field.

He said, a woman was one of the people
who killed everyone in his office.

He said she shot him.

And then he described her.

You know the guy killed
11 of his coworkers, right?

I don't think you should give much credibility
to anything he tells you, sweetheart.

I mean,

he described her.

If you really believe that,
isn't it dangerous to tell me?

The way I figure it, if Joe comes back,

you're gonna have to kill me anyway.

And him.

Because you have to kill Joe.

So my life kind of depends
on convincing Agent Ferris here

that you're not what you seem to be.

It shouldn't be too hard.

When you pretty much have good
reasons for everything you're doing,

except not letting me call my mother.

I just didn't want to
have to kill her, too.

Oh, shit.

Okay,

let's just think this through for a minute.

And let's say she is the killer.

Hypothetically.

And she was hired to do the IEP job,

but Joe got away.

And now, she has to clean up her own mess.

Okay, then why send the same
killer, when she missed him once?

She missed him twice.

She tried to kill him again
in Sam Barber's car,

but he got away because he was
wearing a bullet proof vest

that he bought at an Army-Navy store.

Well, that is an oddly specific detail.

How's this for specific.

She met him the night before the job,

at a bar in Georgetown.

I mean, what the fuck was that about?

I guess, other than being
a professional killer,

I'm a profoundly disturbed
person who gets off

on fucking men before I kill them.

I didn't say you fucked him.

I said you met him.

In a bar.

But it's true,

the same woman who shot Joe,
killed everyone in his office,

who he said was Arab or Israeli.

Who also picked Joe up
at a bar the night before,

went back to his place,
and fucked him.

You fucked him.

How are you going to do it?

How are you going to kill us?

- Sit down.
- Of course,

you're going to make it look
like Joe did it.

Sit.

Down.

Hey, you know what,

you've been at this long enough.

I'm gonna call it in.

You're not really falling
for this bullshit, are you?

I'm gonna call Marty and let
her know what's going on...

Why the fuck did you draw on me?

- I didn't draw on you, you drew on me.
- Bullshit.

Don't you fucking move!

You weren't gonna let
me make that call, were you?

Don't you fucking move!

Put your gun on the ground.

Get taken in by every
new pussy, don't you?

Don't fucking move. You put your
gun on the ground, right now.

All right.

Kathy.

She's upstairs.
She's upstairs.

- You came back for me.
- Of course.

Kathy.

Oh, shit.

Oh...

Put your hand on the wound.

Press down hard. Okay?
Yeah, I know.

Oh, shit.

Uh...
We're going to the hospital.

- No. They'll get you.
- I don't care.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. You all right?
You still with me?

- Kathy!
- I'm, I'm up.

I don't think
I'm gonna make...

Don't talk.
Kathy, don't say that.

Talk to me, tell me something.
Come on!

Kathy!

- Her name is Joubert.
- Uh-huh.

Can't believe you slept
with that bitch.

Hey.

Yeah?

Don't feel bad, okay?

Kathy, oh, shit!

Oh!

Wake up! Hey, wake up!

Wake up. Oh, shit.

Wake up, Kathy.

Kathy, hey, hey, hey, wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Kathy, wake up. God damn it!
Wake up!

Please, wake up.
Please, wake up.

Please, wake up.

Abdominal contusions.

Right, clear, you're clear?
All clear?

- Clear.
- Clear.

Mae.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I was hoping you'd come see me.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not going to ask you how you're
doing, because that's a stupid question.

Thank you.

Would you like some pot?

No. I...

No, I just came down here
to ask you a question.

Okay.

I know that we don't...

I know we're not supposed to talk about...

You know, what makes us a community.

You want to know if I know anything
about what happened to your husband?

My theory, lately,

is that I built this rather large tumor,

out of all the questions
I was afraid to ask my husband.

Isn't that silly?

I was afraid to ask him what
he was doing all these years.

And it's not because

I was afraid that he would lie to me.
I was...

I knew he would
tell me the truth.

I'm sorry, Mae, I don't know
anything more than you do.

Mae.

Reuel.

Let me get out of your way.

No need. I'm just here
to read to Melanie.

No, I have to get going, anyway.

I'm sorry.

I, I feel...

I feel really badly about our last visit.

I'll see you soon.

What did Mae want?

She was just here for a visit.

And that's it?

Yeah.

Shall I read to you, my love?

Please.

"Whenever an event occurs,
a man appears or men appear

"by whose will the event
seems to have taken place.

"Napoleon issues a decree
and the army enters Russia.

"Alexander gives a command, and the
French submit to the Bourbons...

"The historians want
to see the cause of events.

"The expressions of the will
of someone endowed with power.

"But that supposition is not confirmed,
either by reason,

"or by experience.

"Without assuming

"an incomprehensible, supernatural force...

"A miracle...

"One cannot admit that words
can be the immediate cause

"of the movements of millions of men

"without admitting Divine intervention

"in the affairs of humanity.

Salam Alaikum...

"... we cannot regard power

"as the cause of events."

...with such a collection
of deep institutional power

assembled in one small room,

we find ourselves with a...

Unique opportunity

to shape the future of all generations

to the benefit of all mankind.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.