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We have reason to believe you're not who you say you are, Mr. Parker.

Your wife and son, Mr. Leonard Turner, CIA.

I have men posted outside their door, back in Virginia, United States.

Come in.

For you to get this close, you must have friends,

informants, collaborators inside my organization.

I want their names.

Everybody.

Zooka!

You look so stupid with that pat on your neck.

Put out that net!

Don't ever threaten my family again.

Go for Robertson.

Get over to the house now.

What?

Get over to my house and see if everybody's all right.

Get the... just get the fuck over there!

Stop talking!

Absolutely.

I'm on my way.

Harry, get your mother and get out of the house.

Go.

Now.

Dad?

Get out of the house.

Dad, they shot Mom.

Harry, focus.

Go up to my bedroom.

Okay.

In the top drawer of my dresser, on the left-hand side.

I'm here, Dad.

I'm here.

Open that up.

Just the way I showed you.

Focus.

Fred means to...

...shot Mom.

Can you get to the bathroom?

Go.

I'm here, Dad.

I'm here.

I'll take him out.

Dad, I hear him.

I know.

I know.

Harry!

Don't pull it.

Just squeeze it.

Take the shot!

Squeeze the trigger.

Take the trigger, Harry.

Take the shot!

Harry.

It's okay, kid.

It's okay.

Leonard, I'm here.

Harry's okay.

Dad.

Not tonight, kid.

I'm joining the agency.

Got my letter today.

They're sending me to Prague.

Congratulations.

Yeah, Uncle Ken thinks it's a good idea.

Uncle Ken's full of ideas.

You still don't think I can pull the trigger, huh?

I was just a kid.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming out today.

You're killing friendlies!

Do it again!

Get it right!

Eyes down range!

Acquire and fire.

Go!

Too slow!

Do it again!

Even your old man never put shock groups that tight down range.

Yeah, well, paper targets don't shoot back.

Spoken like a true turner.

Come on, kid.

You gotta let it open.

Regardless of what it says, I hope you'll stick around here until your work is done.

The condor is the future, the tip of the spear, the edge of the knife, the cat's

pajamas, or... It's the cat's ass, wise guy.

Let me know which way it falls.

Morning, Harry.

Morning, Laura.

What's up, Harry?

Is that what I think it is?

I bet your ass it is, bud.

Why do you keep doing this yourself, man?

Four rejections in two years?

Three.

Look, I know you want to be a field agent like your dad.

I get that.

And I've only read your dad's dossier and case file.

I mean, I want to be your dad.

Hell, I want to fuck your dad.

That's gross.

I thought about it.

Four.

Four?

Four rejections in two years.

Yeah.

It's not enough, Harry.

We have a working prototype of the condor

being shipped to the United States as we speak.

And proof of at least a dozen encrypted messages from overseas to the United States.

..

discussing the sale of a rare, precious bird.

That's not enough?

Look, I'm on a plane to Langley in a half an hour.

In the meantime, find me some mention of the condor...

or how they plan to acquire this rare bird.

Hell, find me the origin and or destination of said transmissions...

and I'll run it up the chain ASAP.

In the meantime, we got nothing.

What did your letter say?

It's gonna happen, Harry.

At this point, I'm not so sure.

You tell the old man you didn't get in?

Yeah.

I'm sure he's probably busy doing something right now.

That's it?

Yep.

Thought it would look different.

Welcome to the 21st century.

What, you telling me the truth?

We weren't followed.

Nobody.

It's your dad.

It's your dad.

Just got a call.

Come on.

It's your dad.

Listen up, kids.

I want a full stop on every other goddamn op.

Let's get a full priority.

Retrocition?

Oh, Jesus.

We're gonna do everything we can to get your father back, son.

Sir, with your permission, I'd like to be in the room.

Negative.

You're too close to the situation.

Judgment gets all cloudy when you're close.

Sir.

Go home, son.

All right?

We'll contact you the minute we get an update on your father's situation.

He doesn't come inside.

Copy that, sir.

I want this room shut down until this situation is fully resolved.

Already on it, sir.

All right.

Where is Robertson?

In Langley.

We have him covering our stateside drive.

I don't give a hogwit shit about his drop.

Get him on screen one.

Yes, sir.

Now.

At this point, we don't know much, except if the

drop was compromised and the bird went with it.

My sources tell me that Leonard Turner is still in and around the Jersey area.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

Mr. Robertson, you're needed immediately.

Where?

In the conference link.

The citizen is waiting.

Okay.

Purvis, keep digging.

I'm on it, sir.

Dude, this is crazy.

You do it all the time, Daryl.

Yeah, I'm like, check porn stars' phones.

I'm like... I reckon CIA officials.

Let's pull my dad.

I've got Robertson.

Oh.

Hey, Ken.

Citizen.

Higgins.

On the top.

Leonard Turner, former clandestine service officer and field

operative went missing this morning in Newark, New Jersey.

You're in.

You said former?

Yes, sir.

They pulled him from the field due to his antics.

He was three weeks in forced retirement.

What the hell was he doing in Newark, New Jersey on a level one assignment?

I can answer that.

Oh, good.

Please, Ken, enlighten us.

Leonard and I go way back.

I knew the agency was looking to railroad him

and I also knew retirement would kill him.

So I gave him one last shot at field work and I requested his participation.

In order to?

In order to secure the Condor prototype and escort it back to DARPA HQ in Arlington.

When he didn't report in, I initiated the protocol for a missing agent.

So you... so you set a washed up skid mark of an agent to secure the Condor?

That skid mark, nice term of endearment, by the way, is the

best goddamn field operative the agency's ever produced.

Yeah, apparently not.

Okay, continuing.

Sixty minutes after Agent Turner went missing, the Condor went active.

Okay, so for those of us who didn't grow up jerking off to some science magazine,

can you please explain to me the significance of this latest revelation?

In layman's terms, Director Citizen, the Condor is the ultimate hack.

Allowing whoever has it complete control over any government's major communications.

How long do we have?

Twenty-four hours from the moment Condor goes active.

But why... why twenty-four hours?

Hey, you can't be in here.

Because it takes twenty-four hours for the

Condor to go active and hack all the programs.

That's internet, nuclear platforms, GPS... Okay, he can stay.

How did you do that?

Smart boy.

We'll talk about this later on.

What's the fallout?

If the Condor comes online and the government's affected trace it back to us,

at best, we lose their trust.

At worst?

They see it as an act of war.

Look, is there any way to reverse the activation?

Yes, my team developed a Patriarch Key.

It'll decompile the entire system, but it has

to be physically uploaded onto the Condor.

Cannot be done remotely.

All right.

Get me this Patriarch Key and I'll ensure that it gets

hand-delivered to our lead agent who's already on the ground.

Agent?

Sir?

As in singular?

This gets out, it's a PR nightmare for the agency.

The way it is now, technically, it's FBI jurisdiction

which we are not so subtly pissing all over.

It's just better that we keep as low a profile as possible.

All right, this is a need-to-know basis, all right?

None of this goes out of this room.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Any leads at the moment?

None.

One.

What's this?

It's a sardine boy.

I brought some of this stuff to Agent Robertson a few days ago.

He said it wasn't enough to make a case.

So I dove back in.

I did a comprehensive search of any suspected terrorists, black market dealers

entering the United States in the past 72 hours.

And I came up with this.

The Jokhan?

Hm.

Remnants of the Bucharest Dissolve Commodore Wu clan.

Now, they've been on our radar since 07.

They have a small faction operating in the southeastern United States.

We have a positive idea on Drake entering the U.S.

via Hartsfield-Jackson two days ago.

There's also been a number of coded messages originating from Bucharest

talking about the sale of a rare bird, which I assume is coded for the Condor.

As I told Agent Turner, sir, this is largely circumstantial.

Yeah, well, still, that's the only lead we have at the moment.

All right, we'll take it from here, Agent Turner.

Agent Higgins, would you escort Agent Turner

to his apartment and see that he stays there?

Sir, I want to be a part of this.

You want to be allowed to go stateside immediately?

Yes, sir.

Well, your request is denied.

Look, your goal is to get your father back.

My goal is to protect the free world.

I can't have your personal agenda jeopardizing the mission.

Those goals, Director, are one and the same.

Time's up, kid.

Let's go.

All right, don't worry.

Now, we're going to call you the minute we have any information about your father.

Who's the agent on the ground?

Agent Victoria Fair.

Welcome to Newark, New Jersey.

You been briefed?

I know the what, I don't know the who.

Is there a problem, Agent Fair?

No, no problem.

I just think you should know I have history with Turner's son.

I would exactly call fucking while you're at the Academy relationship, Agent Fair.

The agency is fully aware of your relationship with Leonard Turner's son.

That, plus the fact that you lived in Jersey, went

to college here, and have an exemplary track record.

And they filled the date.

You have the perfect alibi to be operating in and around the area.

Now, I'm sure I don't need to reiterate how important it is for

a CIA operative to not get caught operating on domestic soil.

It would be a shitstorm of epic proportions if the FBI, or any other

three-letter acronym, were to discover your presence

here as anything other than a friendly, familiar visit.

I'm guessing this is the patriarchy?

Correct.

And according to Sitterson, you install it directly into the Condor.

It is the only way to stop the program once it's been activated.

Anything else?

Harry, I'm sorry about the way this is going down.

Me too.

Fuck it!

Shit!

How the hell does a pencil-pushing desk jockey take out four highly trained agents?

Harry Turner's been training to be an agent since the day his mother was murdered.

I'm looking at this guy's file.

And it says he was passed over for clandestine service four times.

Look, I don't know how high speed he can be.

The only reason he's not a field agent yet is because his father's been calling in

favors for years, getting senior leadership to deny his applications.

He's good.

What you got?

First and foremost, watch your ass.

Sitterson's got him for you and Higgins is pissed.

Hard to blame him.

Well, I tapped into the police department files and then

I called in a few favors to a buddy of mine in the ATF.

And the Chocon use a local biker gang to run guns and meth up and down the coast.

The Infidel Motorcycle Club.

Guess they hang out at a place called the Garage Bar.

Wonder if they have ladies tonight.

Thanks, Daryl.

Yeah, anytime, buddy.

Whiskey.

We don't know you, brother.

We don't like people coming in here that we don't know.

Are you listening to me, dick brain?

That's way too much, babe.

Nah, it's for the bottle and the jukebox.

Fuck this guy.

Jukebox?

I'm looking for Drake Chivu.

You tell me where he is, and I walk on out of here.

Just kill this motherfucker!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Put the gun down.

Well, shit.

I missed you, too.

Let him up.

All right, everyone, I'd like to thank you for your cooperation.

Harry, let's go.

Not yet.

I swear to God, Harry.

Harry.

I said not yet.

Now, we are gonna try this a whole nother way.

Whoa.

Put down the grenade.

Vic, you should wait outside.

I'm not waiting outside.

Vic, wait outside.

It's Victoria.

Vic, will you wait outside?

Fuck off.

Fuck off?

Wait.

Drake's brother's got a mechanic shop over in Patterson.

His name's Victor.

Ben, we get all our orders from him.

We never talk to Drake directly.

I swear.

What's the name of this shop?

A1 Mechanic.

Now, what's that so hard?

Rowan's a fat boy outside.

Give him here.

Alright.

Let's do this.

Get me out of the way!

Yeah.

Harry Turner just trashed a Newark, New Jersey biker bar.

Oh, great.

It seems Agent Harry Turner has just trashed a Newark, New Jersey biker bar.

Okay.

Check in with Agent Fair immediately.

And prep an asset.

An assassin?

Jesus, Citizen.

Don't go off the deep end.

I didn't say activate.

I said prep.

Come on.

Look, I need a safeguard in place in case I can't rein in Baby Turner.

I was instructed to put you on the first flight back to Prague.

Did they say when?

Immediately.

Immediately?

That can mean a lot of different things.

Hm.

I'm pretty sure immediately means right fucking now.

Well, you know, time's gonna be tight.

I have to save my dad, save the world.

And I just have a feeling we are not gonna make that next flight.

Oh, shit, Vic.

I'm not going just yet.

Look, the Condor goes live in 16 hours.

So give me 16 hours.

Then you can take me back to Prague, Langley, wherever the fuck you wanna take me.

Give you my word.

We find the Condor, shut it down with the

Patriot Key, and if you find your dad, great.

Then you're on the next flight back with me to Prague.

Do you understand?

Are we clear?

Crystal.

Grab your helmet.

Mr. Turner.

We need the Patriot Key.

Get him ready.

Understood, sir.

I'm still running down the Chocon.

Agent Harry Turner?

I lost him at the bar, but don't worry.

I'm sure I'll be running into him shortly.

Yes, sir.

Immediately.

I'll let him know when I see him.

Do not make me regret this.

Oh, my God.

Can you hurry up?

I don't have all night.

Hey, what's going on?

What are you doing?

You should go.

Okay.

We got business.

I don't fucking know you.

What business?

You know her?

Really?

What do you think I'm trying to do?

I'm trying to get to know her.

Really?

Vin.

Vin.

Vin.

Where is your brother?

What brother?

I have a lot of brothers.

Drake.

Fuck you!

Now, Vin.

We need to help each other out here.

You see, I need an answer to my question, and you need to not get your face blown.

Now, where is your brother?

Oh, God!

Turner!

Turner!

One left, Vin.

Turner, stop!

I'm gonna... I'm gonna see him.

I'm gonna see him tonight.

God damn it!

Where?

The lodge.

The fucking lodge.

The lodge.

I know it.

It's a swanky nightclub downtown.

Now, let's go.

Okay.

So,

how swanky is the lodge?

The VIP guest list.

It's almost impossible to pay to get in.

If you're gonna be a part of this, this cowboy bullshit has got to stop.

It worked, didn't it?

Can you get us into the lodge or not?

I can't.

But I know who can.

You guys are gonna love it there.

It's the hottest club I know.

Oh, there it is.

Here.

Put this on.

No.

This is no time to be modest, V.

Don't you have a pantsuit?

Uh, a sub of Jack Dean and take it and put it on.

You're gonna thank me later.

Thank you.

And you.

You actually look pretty good.

There may be just a little product in the hair.

Très magnifique and awesome, bro.

Oh, and you gotta lose the white boy hoodie.

No.

Sir, we've just received this.

My name is Leonard Turner.

I am an agent with the Central Intelligence Agency.

And I have been taken hostage by al-Dawla Sayyaf.

In approximately 14 hours, the Condor will go live and al-Dawla Sayyaf will have

control over the world's telecommunications.

This message will be followed by their demands.

If those demands are not met in time, all missile silos will be activated with

coordinates set in the continental United States.

The demands are as follows.

You.

No pixies.

Nothing he hasn't seen before.

Really?

You too?

Ancient history, Chris.

Well, don't stop there, slut.

Tell me more, tell me more.

Well, I was assigned to the field.

I wasn't.

Well, maybe this is your second chance.

Damn, I'm good.

I'm gonna have to go get myself ready.

I can't have you stealing all the attention from the boys.

Hey, and that dress stays on while I'm gone, hero.

No handsies.

Can you help?

This totes reminds me of... Williamsburg?

Yeah.

We were good together, weren't we?

We were together.

We were, we weren't.

All that complicated.

Easy as pouring.

Do you ever think... Always.

We should focus.

Where are you, kid?

Standing outside some nightclub downtown.

Probably not the best time to go dancing, Harry.

I know where Drake is.

Listen to me, kid.

It's not Drake.

It's not that you can't.

It's Al-Dalwa Saif.

No, that... I just watched the tape with my own fucking eyes.

Now listen to me.

For your sake.

For your dad's.

For mine.

For Pete's sake.

Stand.

Down.

You can't just... Stand down, Harry.

Beep, beep, beep.

Beep, beep, beep.

Beep, beep, beep.

Beep, beep, beep.

So I just spoke with Higgins and he... Al-Dalwa Saif.

Yeah?

It's bullshit.

Think it's a misdirect?

Only one way to find out.

Okay, hey!

You're both in!

In case we get separated?

So what's the plan?

Get inside.

Find Drake.

Ask more of my daddies.

So the plan is you have no plan.

Works in the movies.

Yeah.

We're going to get him.

You're ridiculous.

Stick with me, kid.

You might learn something.

Sir, with your permission, I'd like to head up to Jersey.

Something about this whole Al-Dalwa Saif just doesn't sit right with me.

All right, fine.

We're sending Higgins with you.

But, sir, that... He's already in the air.

All right, party people, let's turn the air!

Whoo!

Now, we're... No, no, no, no.

Listen, listen, listen.

His shredded claw is not that he feels massive.

It's that he does not know when to quit.

Yeah.

Let her through, goddammit.

My father sent me to let you know he's really pleased doing business with you.

That's awesome.

How is your father?

I fucking love that guy.

Too many women, too much vodka.

So, seen anyone these last couple of years?

It's none of your business.

Hey, handsome.

Can I interest you in a specialty cocktail?

You want a shot?

Um, no.

No?

Let me know if you need anything else.

Thank you.

Anything else.

I just might do it.

Can I get some room, please?

Tell your father our relationship is in good standing.

I'll let him know.

There he is.

Stop smiling.

Uncle.

Don't be jelly-turning.

Oh!

What's your name, beautiful?

What?

Jesus fucking Christ, he's wasted.

What's your name?

Whatever you want it to be, babe.

Heather.

I like Heather.

That's my mom's name.

Can I have some?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Bye.

So, Heather.

I can't hear you.

Can we go somewhere private, possibly?

Absolutely.

Devon!

Please show this lovely lady to the private room.

Devon.

Thank you, sir.

I've always wanted to try this.

Yeah.

I don't care if it's Zero.

Then why the hell would I think you're the only girl

trying to make us prostitute themselves for food?

I'm in this asshole's pussy palace.

But I feel animalsちょっと.

Oh no.

Well, it's probably-See if theây

We're going home.

We're going to have sex.

And hang in there, honey.

Oh, my God.

You're joking.

What are you doing being inconsumed about everything

else?нож think that's not appropriate for a blind date.

I like your hair.

I like a little danger, too.

Oh, shit.

Yeah?

Harry, there is a wet work order out on you.

Did you hear me?

You've been targeted for assassination.

How long?

The assets and...

Thanks, Daryl.

You know, I really have to go to the little lady's room.

You're not going anywhere.

Give me

my power to level nations.

You think one little bitch from the CIA will pose much of a threat?

Huh?

Agent Victoria Fair?

Fuck!

Harry!

Harry, help!

On my way.

You fucked up, bitch!

Fuck you!

Get up!

Pick up your legs!

Move!

Oh!

It's a shame, really.

We're out of time.

I was looking forward to seeing how far you were willing to go.

Don't think so.

I got him.

I had him.

You're so male right now.

Come on.

Come on.

Stay down.

All right.

Oh!

Fuck!

Out of here!

And none of you butt fucks saw shit!

Walk, bitch.

Walk!

Patrick!

Chris!

Where's your car?

Where's your car?

Let's go.

Hit it.

How old are you, Jersey?

Huh?

Forget it.

Can you go any faster?

Pick up, you dumb motherfucker.

Have you talked to my brother?

What the fuck are you up to?

Motherfucker.

Abraham Lincoln Elementary.

Abraham Lincoln Elementary.

Well, I went there for like a year.

It's kind of cool.

Oh, go there.

Gotcha.

Go!

I

love this drive-thru.

Anyone up for a taco?

Drive-thru?

Tacos.

Which one?

How many are there?

There's like four or five.

Fuck.

But the only one with the drive-thru is on Tennessee.

Go!

Go!

Tennessee!

Chris, this is a one-way!

Chris!

Shit!

Oh, that was close.

Chris, you're crazy.

Where are we going?

Well, if I told you I'd have to kill you, which,

full disclosure, I would love nothing more.

But, uh...

Sorry about your face.

There they are.

There they are!

Slow down.

Slow down.

Okay, so what do you want me to do?

Alright, look.

If you don't hear from me in an hour, call Robertson at this number.

You got it?

Got it.

So, what do I do if he doesn't answer?

Just stay in the car.

Okay.

Are you sure you don't want me to come in?

Just stay in the car.

Okay.

Just stay in the car.

Does

anyone know you're here?

Did you follow protocol?

Dan.

Are you okay?

Harry.

Focus.

Does anyone know you're here?

No.

No one knows you're here.

The last person I spoke to was Uncle Ken.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I fucked up.

Nelson.

You did everything you could.

We're fine.

No one knows we're here.

Give us a minute.

I'm sorry about all this, Harry.

What's going on, Dad?

Retaliation.

I don't understand.

Retaliation for your mother.

What's this got to do with Mom?

The CIA leaked my cover.

Correct.

The CIA gave up my cover.

It cost me your mother.

It almost cost me you.

You stole the condor.

It's a paper.

So you're just going to turn your back on everything you stood for?

They turned their back on me first, Harry.

Where's Victoria?

She's here.

I want to see her.

She is no longer your concern.

She is.

Give me the Patriarch Key.

You're killing him.

The only thing Harry's ever wanted in life was to be like you.

Give me the key.

Bye.

Well, the buyers are here.

Send them in.

And bring my son up.

I don't want to see this.

Fucking little bitch.

Fuck off.

Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

Yeah, yeah.

It's a nice fucking jacket, brother.

Where'd you get this jacket?

You don't like talking much?

Ivan!

This place, like Russia, cold and wet.

Good skin, that's what they say.

Good skin is for hookers and potatoes.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

As promised.

The Condor.

This is it?

Yeah.

This is it.

Demonstration, please.

Goddamn, we're online.

And...

it's done.

The people of China just lost cell reception.

Sir, the Condor just activated.

What's its target?

Chinese telecommunications network.

Son of a bitch.

Guard.

Guard.

I have to go to the little girls' room.

So go in your fucking pants.

You're not gonna really let me hang here, are you?

Come here.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Don't do this.

We've met before, you and I.

Excuse me?

Not face to face, but our paths are crossing.

You sure?

Cause I don't remember.

December 21st, 2004.

Ring a bell?

Semper.

No, I'm sorry, it doesn't.

It means everything to me.

To my son.

Cause that is the day that you purchased my

cover from the CIA and sold it to Dmitry Kovrov.

The day you signed my wife's death sentence.

I did no such thing.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Drink.

Say her name.

Say her name!

I don't know!

I'll help you.

Kate Turner.

Kate.

Kate Turner.

Harry.

Harry.

For your mother.

Finish it off.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

And your dead mother!

Hilda!

Higgins, put away your weapon.

Sir?

Holster your weapon.

Looks like you had a busy day.

Higgins, put the condo in the car.

Take it back to Prague.

Ken, shut the fuck up.

Fuck are you doing, Leonard?

Fuck if I know.

Take a step back.

Back the fuck up.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You'll back away from the condor or I will blow a

fucking round right through your dumb fucking skull.

Do you understand?

It didn't have to be like this, friend.

No.

It was interesting.

I tried to keep you out of this, Harry.

Lord knows I tried.

But you're a turner through and through.

Stubborn as hell.

Who put the hit on my kid?

I didn't want to, but I had no choice.

I couldn't have him sabotaging everything I worked so hard to put into motion.

But we can still save this.

There's 150 million bucks in the account.

I take the condor, we're talking billions.

Billions!

Step back.

Step back.

Ken, you're a smart guy.

You think anybody's walking out of here with a condor?

What are you waiting for?

You broke the deal.

You broke the deal, Leonard.

Get the condor.

Fucking dead, bitch.

Stop him, Harry.

Ken!

You

like diamonds, bitch?

You're tenacious, Ken!

I'll give you that!

Sorry.

Dad!

Dad!

I got it.

Let me lead you up.

You ready?

Let's roll.

Let's load up.

Purvis.

Miss Fair.

It's a pleasure to see you again.

I really wasn't expecting you.

I know.

Where are you?

In the office.

It doesn't sound like the office.

Okay, maybe I'm visiting an old friend.

Are you going to be able to handle this one without me?

Wait, you aren't coming?

Shit's about to get complicated.

I like complicated.

Easy is boring.