All language subtitles for Condor 1x03 - A Good Patriot

Previously on Condor...

Joe, are you okay?
What happened to you?

If I talk about it, I'll sound crazy.

Someone out there could still
have weaponized plague.

Someone made a move, knowing vaccine
stock piles would be depleted.

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

I already sent the
assignment to the assets.

Sharla called me a hypocrite.

Get out! Get out!

No, no, no!

It appears the shooter
was Joseph Turner.

- What the fuck is that?
- The suspect is at large,

and presumed to be dangerous.

Joe had nothing to do with
what happened here today.

You recruited him, you trained him.

Get in!

I'm gonna put you somewhere safe, Joe.

And when this whole thing is over with,

you're not gonna want to
tell people what we...

What do you think we're
gonna do, Sam, huh?

- Huh?
- Listen, if I told you...

Joe!

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Turner and Barber are cold.

When's your flight to Riyadh?

I'm jealous they picked you.

Which is why they picked you.

Because this isn't fun for you.

You know, I read your file.

I read the description
of what they did to you.

But when I see what you've become,

I'm sure you left something out.

Tell me... What is it?

Something you can't admit.

Even to yourself.

What did they do to you?

The irony is, you hate them,
but you've become them...

Which is the worst thing
they've done to you.

_

_

You're three hours late.

It's my night.

- Are you okay?
- I am not going to argue with you.

It's my night.

- Daddy...
- Yeah.

I'm glad you came to get me.

Oh, thank you. I'm glad
I came to get you, too.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Can you stay with me,

until I fall asleep,

- so I don't get bad dreams?
- Of course.

Daddy?

Uh...

- Yeah...
- Is everything okay?

Oh, fine. I just broke a glass.

I woke you, I'm sorry.

Come on, lets... Let's go back to bed.

I, I'm sorry, I woke you.

Sarah, where are you?

Listen, I'm sorry about
what I said last night,

I was just angry, and, just...

And I know that I look great tonight,

because I'm getting hit
on left and right,

so don't let it go to waste, okay?

Get your ass over here.

Love you.

I love you.

How many of these mass shootings

are we going to have to live through?

Those of us who are lucky
enough to live through...

before Congress responds
with a little sanity...

There was a study released just
last week that definitively...

Hey. I still haven't heard from you.

Just give me a call, okay?

I love you.

What was her name again?

- Tatiana?
- No, it was... It was Titiana.

- No one has that name.
- That's why I remember it.

Ask Sharla. Sharla?

Hey, it's, uh, me again.

Where are you?

Will you call me? I'm getting worried.

Seriously...

Why don't you go back to
your own fucking country?

What the fuck did you just say to me?

This fucking guy just told me to
go back to my own fucking country.

Amal...

My country's Virginia, you
racist piece of shit!

I'm sorry. My friend's drunk.
He didn't mean it.

Yeah, well, my friend
here's a federal agent.

She'll kick your friend's fucking' ass.

Okay, okay, okay. Let's try not
to announce that to people, okay?

Alexandria, you cock!

He might think you mean Egypt.

Yeah, right. Like he
knows where Egypt is?

Did you guys hear about this?

Eleven people in Georgetown were...

Oh, my God!

What?

What?

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

You're gonna eat your eggs?

You're mad at me.

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

and then watches football
the entire time.

When someone assaults me
and takes me hostage...

Yeah, well, I didn't want to.

- But you fucking did!
- You know what? I'm sorry.

I'm not sure what I thought
was gonna happen...

Those are just words, Joe.

- I didn't think I was gonna...
- Meaningless empty words.

You're right.

I'm gonna have more eggs.
You want more?

No? Okay.

I have to feed my neighbor's cat.

Your neighbor's cat might have
to fend for itself a while.

If I don't feed him, he'll die.

Cats sometimes die.

It's kind of cliche, isn't it?

For a crazy person to
think he's in the CIA?

Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.

And since you can't convince

someone who thinks you're
crazy that you're not,

this is an unconstructive conversation.

That went from remorse to
fuck you pretty quickly.

Yeah, well, you convinced me that
remorse was a waste of time.

What's your password?

Fuck off.

All lowercase?

It's never gonna happen.

- Never.
- Let me explain something to you.

The sooner I can figure
out what's going on,

the sooner I can leave your house.

I'm pretty sure for you to
figure out what's going on,

it would probably require
the aid of a psychiatrist.

If you let me use your
laptop, I promise

I will try to feed the neighbor's cat

once it gets dark.

What makes you think I
trust anything you say?

You have my word.

Please.

Please.

The instructions are on the fridge.

Key is in the top drawer.

Just go out the back
yard through the alley.

The password?

He was conflicted.

Conflicted about what?

About working for the CIA.

Did you mention this to your husband?

It wasn't a secret.

How much longer do we have to do this?

Did Turner ever display any
sympathies towards foreign enemies?

Define "sympathies".

Did he ever say anything in
support of a foreign government?

All the time.

But not in the way that you mean.

In what way?

In a way that acknowledges

we're not the only ones who
think we're the good guys.

Do you believe it's possible that
Joe Turner was a foreign agent?

I think Mrs. Barber could use a break.

Well, I know you're not okay, and
I'm not going to ask if you are.

But I have to give a report
to the director this morning

and I find myself in the unusual
position of not knowing what to say.

I've known Sam for six years,
and up until a few hours ago,

he was one of my most trusted
friends and colleagues.

But, Mae, Sam was somewhere
he wasn't supposed to be.

And he was doing something he
wasn't supposed to be doing.

What?

I was hoping you would tell me what.

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

If there was anything, and it came out,

it could be damaging to the agency.

Fuck the agency.

It could be damaging to your family.

- Is that a threat?
- No, of course not.

We look after our own.

But, Mae, I need to know

what Sam was doing.

And who do toy think
needs to know that more?

The CIA?

Or his widow?

I'm honestly a little thrown right
now, you coming here and you asking me

of all people what my
husband was up to.

What do you see, a fucking secret
decoder ring on my finger?

You're right.

If you wouldn't mind I
have to go tell my sons

that their father's dead.

You know where the door is.

Dear Lord, I know that Mae
is grieving right now,

and she can't see the
plans you have for her.

Allow her to find peace and comfort

in your everlasting love.

Amen.

- I love you.
- I love you.

? I love you, Sarah Shepard ?

? And I don't care who knows ?

Yeah, except for her parents.
So... Yeah.

Uh-oh, I don't think it's your parents.

Hello?

Uh, yes, sir.

Uh, sorry, sir, did they say
what they wanted with me?

- Pardon me.
- Yeah. It's okay.

My office. Now.

I think she means me.

- Shepard?
- Hmm.

- Shepard, Sharla?
- Yeah.

Hoyle, IT. Let me get your thumb.

- Why?
- Put you in the system.

What system?

Central database for the investigation?

The biometric reader on the
laptop you're being issued

uses your thumbprint to
log you onto the server.

Yeah, but I'm not on this case, so...

Then what are you doing here?

Uh...

So... What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm bringing you my
personal files for IEP.

Uh-huh. You ever hear of email?

Well, I only have hard copies.
I'm old school.

Don't lie to me, Bob.

If anybody knows what you look
like when you're lying, it's me.

I'm not lying. I wanted
you to see my files

so you could know the
man you're hunting...

But I don't need your input, I'm good.

I've known him since he was born.

You men and your boys.

I've seen this so many times.

Latent homosexual impulses
don't get released

and eventually your
brains fill up with jizz.

Marty,

you might wanna consider the
possibility that you've been trying

to get in the boys' club for so long

that your ovaries have shriveled up

and you lost your woman's intuition.

You're a mean son of a bitch.

I can tell you

that it has taken me a really long time

to get to the point
where, in all honesty,

I can say that I no
longer bear you a grudge.

But if you come in here,

and you mess with my investigation,

I will fuck you, and
not in the fun way.

I came here to bring you these files.

I have more important things to do

than fuck with your investigation.

That's the one.

- I'm sorry?
- That's that look

that you would have every time
you'd call Lily to tell her

that you were working late.

He didn't kill anyone.

What are you doing on the floor?

What's wrong, mommy?

Sammy, I need to talk to you guys.

I gotta... I gotta get
ready for school.

Well, there's no school today.

Why? Did something happen?

Dad...

Well, dad's gone.

- Where did he go?
- He...

He died.

What are you talking about?
I saw him yesterday.

Did he get cancer?

No.

- He was shot.
- By who?

I don't know.

I gotta get ready for school.

I don't wanna go to school.

The unfortunate fact of the matter is

we still have no idea who,
who Ammar Nazari was,

or who he was working for.

And what's most terrifying,

we don't know if those people
are still in possession

of a weaponized bubonic plague

that they intend to use on Americans.

- Here you go.
- It isn't something like

a dangerous substance
like the plague virus...

- Thanks, Daddy.
- You're welcome.

The scary truth is that you
cannot realistically...

I wanna know what's happening.

It's a naturally occurring...

Everyone at school is really scared.

All right.

It can actually be harvested

from those animals with very...

Well, they don't need to be, because...

They caught the bad guys before
anything bad could happen.

What if they don't catch the next one?

Uh, then...

You know, your great granddad had
a bomb shelter in the backyard.

- Why?
- Because back in those days

everyone thought the Russians
were gonna drop a nuclear bomb,

destroy us all.

But that never happened.

You know what did happen?

One day Iwoke up and some
terrorists went and flew

an airplane into the
towers of New York.

9/11. I knew a few people
who died that day.

Your Uncle Alex went
off to war, he died.

And then, uh...

You're not making me
feel any better, Daddy.

It's just time that you knew

that there are bad people in the world.

But I'm not gonna let any
of them to hurt you.

Ever, Chloe.

What?

- Who are you?
- BigDickMike1982.

What? You're BigDickMike?

Excuse me?

How do you know where I live.
You can't just...

Don't touch me, Jimmy.

- How do you know my name?
- I'm looking for someone.

I'm the only one in here.

I don't do real life transactions.

- What is that?
- It's money.

It's like Bitcoin, but paper.

- Hello?
- This is Bob Partridge.

We met briefly at IEP earlier today.

You must have been pretty surprised

when they told you to
report there this morning.

Can you talk now?

Mmm-hmm.

I arranged it.

I also recruited Sarah Tan.

I cared very deeply for her.

I also removed any reference
to your relationship

with Sarah Tan from my file.

Uh, if you knew about us, then,

why did you have me come here?

You could be very
useful to me right now.

For everyone in that office,
this is just another job,

but you are personally
interested in the truth.

Joe Turner is like a son to me.

And there is no doubt in my mind

that he didn't do those things.

I need someone with your instincts

searching for the truth,

not just looking to put
a bullet into him.

Uh...

You don't even know me, what do
you know about my instincts?

It led you to Sarah.

We have that in common.

I need to get to Joe
before anyone else.

Any advance warning
that you can give me

about which way the wind is blowing

could prove very helpful.

Can I depend on you?

Do you have any idea
what's going on here?

No.

But I have been doing
this for a long time.

And the thing about agency ops,

you can't always see them,

but if you know what to look for,
you can see a kind of silhouette

made out of the inconsistent details

that, uh, covert actions
tend to leave in their wake.

Do you think that the CIA
was involved in this?

They may be.

Or maybe they were protecting
a larger operation.

I don't know.

Well...

I mean, how big would
that operation have to be

to justify doing what they did here?

That's the question that
kept me up all night.

And?

I don't know.

So what have you got going
on at school today?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Tell them I want a refund.

Hey, you wanna hear some music?

Why don't we Uptown Funk It Up?

- "You" up.
- What?

Forget it.

I scared you, didn't I?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

Talking about bombs and 9/11, and...

I don't wanna make you worry.

It's just sometimes in
parenting situations,

I accidentally become my father.

Hi, dad.

I was wondering when you
were finally gonna visit me.

I was here last Friday.

- Were you?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, Alex.

My, uh...

Memory's been failing
me these last few days.

I'm Nathan.

I'm your other son. Alex died last...

Seven years ago.

Nathan.

I was too soft on him.

When he told me that he wasn't
going to West Point, I...

I should've beat his ass.

And you remember that?

Nathan was never accepted
into West Point.

Well, in least ways, you
turned out all right.

You know, an interesting
thing's happened with Nathan.

It's like he's done an about face.

I'm not supposed to tell
you about this, but...

It's like...

He's done more for this
country than I could ever do.

Done more than any
ordinary soldier could.

Is that what he told you?

You can't trust a thing that boy says.

Ammar Nazari was stopped

But we don't know the first
thing about Ammar Nazari.

We don't know who he was working for.

We don't know who supplied
him with the weapons.

We don't know what
their next target is.

I can see you.

I'm not doing anything.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Just stretching my legs.

What are you doing?

I don't think you're gonna believe me,

and I have a lot of work to do here.
So...

I'm sorry,

if I need some convincing that the man

who is holding me against my will,

who claims to be a secret agent...

See, I never said I was a secret agent.

I said that I'm an analyst for the CIA.

And surely you must believe
that some people actually

do work for the CIA.

Well, then, isn't there someone
at the CIA you can call?

I... Thank you, but I tried that.

Who shot you?

She didn't tell me her name.

She?

Yeah.

At least the CIA's hiring
female assassins now.

Do you think this is a joke?

Do you?

- Let me tell you something, Joe.
- Mmm-hmm.

There's no one to whom it is more clear

that this is not a joke than me.

I'm asking you questions in the hope

of believing you,

so that I can feel a
little less terrified.

But I already tried to
explain this to you.

Try again.

Okay.

I wrote an algorithm
that found Ammar Nazari.

ComQuest Field.

Then, the day after the attack,

I found 12 shell companies

that together bought a billion
dollars in pharmaceutical stocks.

They, they bought stocks of companies
that manufacture ciprofloxacin,

which is used to treat the plague.

You think someone tried
to release a plague

to make money in the stock market?

I don't know. All I know is
that I found those companies

and my entire office is
being killed because of it.

But how do you know that's why?

My friend Sam told me.

He was with them.

And he tried to help me...

That is when this happened.

Well, if you actually did
stumble onto some sort of...

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

I mean, aren't you afraid they
could be tracing you right now?

No.

Why not?

Because I'm very fucking
good at what I do.

This guy thinks he's a clever
boy, but he is sloppy.

Oh, he's trying to get into this
Rollands Pharmaceutical server.

Got him.

Where?

Tracking the IP address now.

Oh, he's in Logan Circle.

Wait.

No, he's in Foxhall... What?

What the fuck? This guy's
got every fucking computer

in fucking DC talking to each other.

Hey.

- Shepard, right?
- Yeah.

How you doing? Ferris.

- This your first Task Force deet?
- Ugh, does it show?

No, no, I didn't mean it like that,

I just didn't recognize you is all.

- Where'd they pull you from?
- Uh, the Bureau.

You?

Just part of the team...

Yeah, we're all on the same side,

especially when something
like this happens.

You don't fuck with one of our own.

- Shit. Let alone eleven of them, huh?
- Yeah.

You see the phone?

Uh, what phone?

We cracked Turner's phone.

- You wanna check it out?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Do you mind? Can you...

Gimme some space?

Combed through all his contacts,

sent people out to shake the trees,

make sure he isn't
hiding in any of them.

And how did you get his phone?

Phone was taken from him
every morning as procedure.

Yeah, but why would he turn in his
phone with the guard he just shot?

I don't know, distraction,
misdirection...

Maybe let the two shooters
in then gave it to him.

Hmm.

Good looking guy.

Yeah, he's okay.

I can, uh...

I can... I can work backwards
through the FTP protocol

to track his imprint here.

What the fuck? I didn't do this.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Type "Did our night together
mean nothing to you?"

Okay.

Ex-boyfriend?

"Not after you killed
everyone in my..."

- Maybe I shouldn't be here.
- Don't ne silly.

It's your place.

Type this for me.

Can I take my vitamins?

Huh?

My vitamins.

They're in that basket.

Can I...

I got it.

You know, in future I'll probably
will try to keep a deadly weapon

with my vitamins, but...

I really wasn't that prepared for this.

- What's that?
- Tinder.

What's Tinder?

Dating app.

What? Oh, oh,

- I'm married, see?
- Mmm.

- If I had time, I'd find your profile.
- Yeah, no you wouldn't.

So, what, you think, uh...

He met someone on there and now
he's holed up with her someplace?

Probably a long shot, no?

You got a shorter one?

Okay. Sunday night,

he had a date with Kathy H.

"Are we still on for 10:00?"

"Are you late or standing me up?"

And he finally responded at 10:08.

"Sorry, running late, be there by
10:30, unless you wanna cancel."

Uh, "I'll wait."

And then, the next day Kathy H, wrote,

"Thank you for walking me home."

Hey. Looks like he
turned it around, huh?

No.

He knows where she lives.

Yeah.

Hoyle, is there a Kathy H.
In Turner's contacts?

Uh, negative. We do not have
her listed. Who is she?

They went on a date Sunday night.
Turner walked her home.

Right. Which means he knows
where she lives, right?

What's the protocol for
getting a company like Tinder

to give us their data on a user?

I'm on it.

You know, despite of everything,

part of me really does
wanna believe you.

Thank you.

I find myself thinking, under
different circumstances, you and I...

I would have liked you.

I must really be messed up, huh?

No, I would have liked you too.

- Hey!
- Oh-ho. Relax.

I'm not trying to escape.

I'm not the type.

Though, if I was,

I would have gotten out of at least

one shitty relationship a lot sooner.

Kathryn Hale is a lawyer
from Westfield & Porter.

She didn't show up for work today!
And she didn't call in sick.

I got her! Katheryn Hale,
3105, P-Street, Northwest.

Get outta here. Let's
go catch a bad guy.

I know it's asking a lot
for you to step aside

and let Marty Frost handle
this investigation.

You know, Reuel, uh, Marty and I...

Oh, I know all about you and
Marty, and I'm sure right now

you think that I've set your
worst enemy loose against you.

But the simple truth is,

we didn't have a lot of choices,

and she is the right man for the job.

True that.

Detective, they love you though.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You didn't think I was going to
let you oversee an investigation

that might implicate your own protege.

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt

that you know what you're doing.

Well, good, and I'll
do the same for you

as long as you promise to stay
away from Marty's investigation

and keep your eye on the prize.

There is a plague out there.

And I'm not talking about
locusts or liberalism,

I mean an actual plague.

Now, before you go,

I do need to mention

we're going to have to deal with the
fallout from your surveillance program.

Now, I know at some point, we
are both going to have to speak

to the Senate's Select Committee.

And I think it's very important

that we keep our stories straight.
So...

All right, everyone, listen up.

Let's use extreme caution
out there today,

in all likelihood, Turner has
already killed 12 of our own.

I do not want to add to that number.

You get in a corner with
this guy, you pull his plug.

Yes, ma'am.

Be there in five minutes.

Who calls you on the blocked number?

No one.

Anybody who might be
especially concerned

about where you are right now?

Something important at work today?

Please tell me if someone's gonna
come over here looking for you,

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

I don't really know that
many people in Washington.

It's for me.

- What?
- Answer it.

Hello?

I need to talk to Joe.

- Bob?
- Get out now.

We gotta...

Oh, fuck!

Now!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

- Hey, don't move!
- Hey, hey!

Kathy Hale?

I'm a federal officer.

Keep your hands up. Hands up.

- Reaching for my ID.
- Hey, hands up! Hands up!

Clear!

All right, get it, throw it down.

Stay there. Throw it to me.

Anyone else up there with you?

The place was empty when I got here.

Check it out.

Stay right there.

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

Last name, Juliett-Oscar-

Uniform-Bravo-Echo-Romeo-Tango.

Joubert.

Confirmed.

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