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Previously on Condor...

I'm under suspicion. Tell Partridge I need an out.

- Why are you following me? - I work with your Uncle Bob.

Bob Partridge and I don't talk.

- Joe, It's Reuel Abbott. - Why the fuck do you have Bob's phone?

Your uncle appears to have taken his own life.

I need to know why Bob was trying to call you.

I was approached by them.

No, not like that. We're no on a safe channel, I'm gonna give you an address.

Piper's are having one of their parties tomorrow.

I though maybe we can go together.

There he is... I got a big head start here. Rough day at work

The Ukrainian OP I was telling you about. Went sideways on me.

The Russians were waiting, it was a fucking bloodbath.

Vasili Sirin, a colonel in the SVR, he's a double,

Bob was running him; he's blown.

His own people tried to kill him.

He says, he can identify a mole within the CIA.

American assets were ambushed and killed in Ukraine yesterday.

Vasili Sirin is maybe our best lead, I need him here, in America.

I'm making a introduction, which I'm done, now I'm leaving ..

Without your help, Vasili Sirin is dead.

Bob is dead. I spoke with the deputy director, our flight leaves in five hours.

We should have a plan to meet up in the other side

in case we get separated, Union Station, track 11.

- They came for him in an ambulance. - Why did they let you go?

- I do not know. - I made a mistake asking you to do this.

Bob didn't kill himself, you understand? Joe, he was murdered.

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(EXPLOSION)

Just relax, we're here to help you, okay?

(BEAN BAG SHOT)

(SIRENS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(COUGHING)

(SCREAM)

You guys alright back there?

Don't move.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

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Was it your fault?

Hmm?

Was it your fault?

- Was what my fault? - The car accident.

I don't know... No. I didn't see them coming.

That probably means it was your fault.

Hey. Are you okay?

I don't know. It doesn't feel right... being back.

You can tell me whatever is you are thinking, Joe.

I think Bob's death is more complicated than it's looks.

More complicated than suicide?

Nothing is ever what it seems in this place. You know that.

- You don't think...? - Bob called me in Hungary.

What did he say?

I was too mad at him to take the call.

It's no great mystery there, Joe. That's called guilt.

That doesn't mean that he was murdered.

Unless there's something else that you're not telling me?

You looking for a clean answer. I know what that's like.

Would you rather think Sam died as a hero or know the truth?

Sam did something unthinkable and no one is willing to say anything about it.

Sammy and I know the truth, some version of it, and neither of us are very happy,

So, if I have the choice, I would choose

to believe that Sam died defending his country.

Well, if it's any consolation, That is what he thought he was doing.

It's not.

I can't remember when was the last I had an

honest conversation like this with anyone.

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Are you going to Partridge's funeral?

Little Anders sitting at the big kids table?

My dad knew him.

How your dad feel about his old pal getting slipped a heart attack pill?

Partridge shot himself. Committed suicide.

You believe that?

Why, because you read it in the newspaper?

More than one.

Fish don't see the water, my friend.

I know you think I'm a "conspiracy nut," but I...

Wash your hands, bro!

I'm not making it this shit up. Ask your pal here.

He knows what our government is capable of. Don't you, Barber?

He read the Frost dossier.

That shit was a hoax. Do you ever read the Hornbill's Commission report?

The Hornbill Commission was a deep state cover up. Fact.

Our own government tried to unleash a plague against the Muslim world. Also fact

look, if you want a believe in consoling national

myths like the Hornbill Commission and...

social mobility... fine... then we should

all accept that Bob Partridge killed himself.

Please, can't we just buy and eighth, dude?

He is 23 old man and who still lives in his parents' basement. Fact.

- That doesn't mean he isn't right. - Come on man

I did read the Frost dossier. My last name is in the Frost dossier.

Do you seriously think your dad was involved with that shit

Yeah. I do, why is it so hard for you to believe?

There are bad people in the world.

Sometimes one of them happens to be your father ..

You know maybe my dad got what he had coming.

What pisses me of is that nobody else did.

Like who?

Thanks for meeting on a Saturday, I know we all have

a lot going on, especially with the funeral today, so.

- I'm not going to the funeral. - Really?

I don't socialized with people I investigate.

I guess personal experience has taught you how difficult

it is to see those closest to us, with clear eyes.

- Did you just come here to insult me? - Did you read my report?

On your little ad-hoc defection and the mysterious Russian op's team

who took away your defector away in an ambulance.

That's gripping stuff, should be fiction.

The only difference between fiction and

reality is the limited imagination of writers.

You have quite the imagination yourself.

Using Joe Turner of all people. It's no wonder that the Russians outplayed you.

I used to think you acted out of malice, but...

this is much more human and ordinarily type of incompetence.

And I couldn't helped but noticed that you you didn't file your report

until only after your operation failed.

I didn't know who I can trust and turns out I had a good reason to be concerned.

And it didn't occurred to you that my department's

entire mission is to handle a case exactly like this

- Under the circumstances... - What circumstances?

That I've been dong everything in my power

for the last two years to bring you down?

Yes, those circumstances.

Why are you in my office?

Because there is a mole in the building and you

are among other things, our resident mole hunter.

And you're suggesting, what? That we team up?

I'm suggesting that the mole treachery is getting people

killed and causing other damages in ways we can't begin to know

So, as much as we dislike each other personally

I don't have a personal opinion about you.

Okay. As much as I dislike you personally, I showed you my report...

in the spirit of openness.

And now you want me to share what I know with you...

...about the mole that you tried to keep a secret from me?

Thanks for your report, Reuel and your insults.

I'll let you know when my department has anything to report back to you

- Unless there's anything else? - No, not at the moment.

- I can just sleep on the couch. - No, Sammy is happy to give you his room.

He took Sam's old office.

Jude's over at the neighbors, I've got to go get him.

- You need anything? - No, I think I'm good.

How about an iron? Your suit must be all wrinkled up in there.

- Oh, shit! - Did you seriously, forget your suit?

You know I packed in a bit of a rush.

You know, it's okay, I'll get you something.

I could've sworn that I...

Come here.

Here. Put it on, see how it fits.

- Thank you. - I'm gonna go get Jude.

Sorry, I forgot you were in my room.

Sammy. I wouldn't recognize you, you got big.

Yeah, I went through puberty a couple years ago.

Is that one of my dad suits?

Yeah, I didn't packed one. I forgot the man was a giant.

I just get my stuff and get out of here.

Just hang out. I haven't see you in a long time.

I have homework.

- You ok? - I'm great.

- Sam, are you upset with me? - No.

I was upset two years ago, when you fucking

ghosted me right after my dad died, but I'm fine now.

Would you think I would just come running into your arms? Uncle Joe.

No, I... Sammy?

- Uncle Joe. - How you doing, buddy?

No, no amount of tailoring is gonna to make that suit fit.

Are you alright? I heard you were in an accident.

I'm ok, thank you pal.

You know, I'll call Lily and ask to borrow one of Bob's suit.

One of my uncle's suit for my uncle funeral?

Believe me, she won't mind.

- Hi. - Is this a bad time?

It's a perfect time. I was just about to burst into tears.

Sorry to ask this, but I didn't bring a suit.

Oh Joe, You can come to he house and borrow one of Bob's.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

I won't be here, I have to go to get my hair done.

The key is under the flower pot. I'll see you later.

- Ok. - Bye.

(SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT)

Aunt Lily?

Aunt Lily?

Who the fuck are you?

The man was a lion.

We were in Libya in '86.

- It's Bob's nephew. - Has he had any problems?

He was completely innocent.

- Joe, why weren't you at the funeral? - I was in Bob's office.

- You've been here all this time? - I got hit on the head.

Robert, can you get Mae Barber? What do you mean?

There was someone in Bob's office. You're not safe here.

I'm not safe here?

Where were you? I was calling you.

We thought you had another accident. What happened?

- He fainted and hit his head. - Shit, look at me.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Two, really I'm fine, I just need a second to get my bearings.

- You need some water. - I'll get him some water.

- At least we don't have to Uber home. - Hey, don't be a jerk.

Oh, shit, I have the car.

No, it doesn't matter, I don't care. I'm just glad you're okay.

- You're are okay, right? - Yes, fine just...

You must be Joe. Tracy Crane. Everybody's been looking for you.

He hit his head.

Are you alright?

Yes, I just need a second... Thank you ..

I'm gonna get you an ice pack.

- Will you stop waiting on everyone? - No, it keeps me from falling over.

So you must be Anders's dad.

- You've been talking about me, uh? - No.

Holy shit, this is '82 Mouton Rothschild

Joe? Joe...?

I recognize you, I know this guy.

Gordon Piper - Joe Turner.

That handsome face was all over the news

a couple of years ago. Glad all worked out for you

- My better half Eva. - Hi, so nice to meet you.

- I'm so sorry about your uncle. - Thank you.

Yeah, me too, he was a good man.

- Who tuned you up? - Real nice, Gordon.

He hit his head. He might have another concussion.

You gotta be more careful. Do you want a drink?

Yeah, because it's what he needs to go with his concussion.

I meant like a juice or something, I'm trying to be helpful.

Sure, you are!

Hey Trace, you see the '82 Mouton Rothschild?

Shit's like $1800 a bottle.

- Why are you so crass? - Am I embarrassing you, Duchess?

Do not call me that.

Then don't act like a Duchess and I won't.

There you go.

You raided the wine cellar, right?

Bob bought that case at auction 20 years ago

We were always waiting for the right occasion to drink

it but the right occasion never came. Excuse me.

Well I'm gonna go drink that wine in honor of Bob.

That's the right thing to do.

It's the Absolutely right thing to do. Come on, babe.

- Who was that guy? - That's Gordon. Do you know him?

He seems familiar. How did he know Bob?

He's a friend from the office.

You look a little pale. I think you should sit down.

My condolences, by the way. Your uncle was the last of its kind.

Thank you. I'm going... Excuse me.

Wait. Are you okay?

Yes, I just need to use the bathroom, sorry.

Blow it away from me, dude.

- Give me that. - How do I look?

Really stoned. Everybody are gonna know.

How about me?

Do you have those wipes?

I was looking around Bob's office before the funeral and someone attacked me.

This isn't the time or place.

Was that one of your people?

Cause I'm getting pretty sick and tired of being everyone's punching bag.

Then maybe you should stop putting your face were it doesn't belong.

Did you see anything in there, in your uncle's office?

No.

Good. Now you can go back to being a civilian.

- Where were you? - Just, around, grieving.

- Did you seen Jude outside? - No. He's probably praying.

Oh my God...

Wine this good calls for something repulsive and taste bud killing.

You know to complement.

My cigarettes are upstairs.

(CRYING)

(CRYING)

A little spy.

Look who's here.

See you later.

- Can I bum one of those? - Yeah.

Thank you

- I left my lighter... - Ehhh!

Catch a lucky break every now and again.

- Do you know? Smoking saved my life. - Eh, yeah?

Yep, true story.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

I wouldn't exactly say he's the easiest going person in the world

but he was a real one genius, I know that because...

- Excuse me, do you remember me? - Of course I remember you, Jude.

You were friends with my dad?

Yes I was, I'm Reuel Abbot and I liked your father, very much.

Do you remember you and me watched a movie together once?

That's "you and I," Jude, and no, I don't recall.

(LIQUID POURING)

Sammy, stop it!

Everything alright, buster?

What are you doing? Sammy. Sammy, walk away, Now!

- Don't give It another thought, Mae. - Stay the fuck away from my kids.

What the hell was that? Sammy?

He shouldn't be here, he's a fucking criminal.

- He was one of dad's friends. - Maybe Dad was a fucking criminal.

Jesus, fucking shit!! You just stay here. I mean it.

- You have my car keys. - Yeah, are you leaving?

Sammy just poured a coke on Reuel Abbott's shoes.

- It's not funny, Gordon. - No Obviously not, sorry.

Do you need me to come?

- No, you should be here for your aunt. - I can give him a lift.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'll see you soon.

- I'll take you up on that lift. - Yeah

I really am sorry about your uncle. I liked him a lot.

You and he were friends?

We had lunch a couple of weeks back. He seemed...

...fine, normal, but... I guess that doesn't mean shit.

People wear masks, you know.

Some people wear 'em all the time. Maybe everyone does I don't know.

- So how long you back for? - I don't know. I just got back.

- Things are moving pretty quickly, so. - Yeah, life does that.

- Can I go play in the yard? - Yes, fine.

Sammy?

Sammy.

- Do you want to talk about it? - Not really.

I want to talk about it.

Doesn't it bother you to be in the same room as him?

Yes. But I just pretend he's not there.

Well, my dad's dead because of him, so I can't do that.

We don't know that.

We don't know what he did or what Dad did or any of it.

Would you tell me if you knew?

- Probably not. - Why?

Because I don't want your childhood to get

even more fucked up than it's already been.

Dad's not gonna get any more dead.

That's a fair point.

(LIGHTER LIGHTING)

- Excuse us. Come on. - Sorry.

- Let's get out of here. I'm horny. - It's a funeral.

Funerals make people horny, I'm not making this shit up, come on, let's go home.

- The kids are at home. - So, we'll do it in the car.

Fine, let's go.

- You smell like cigarettes. - There's a good reason for that.

- Why don't I drive. - No, I'm fine to driving.

- Give me the money for Amber. - I never got to the ATM.

Really? It's the one thing I asked you to do.

We'll write her a check.

You thing the babysitter has a checking account, she's 15.

So, we'll stop on the way. Problem solved.

Everything doesn't have to be a fight

It's just the one thing I asking you to do.

I'm gonna build a time machine.

Go fuck yourself!

Why do you have to go from dormant to bitch so fast?

Because you're a fucking cock.

- So, Hungary? - Yes. Just for the last few weeks.

- Where were you before that? - Prague, before that Madrid.

I wish I could travel like that. We never go anywhere.

- We just went to Paris. - Five years ago.

So, how's your Hungarian?

It keeps me from starving that's about it.

- And you are home, Duchess. - Aren't we dropping Joe off?

- I'm dropping Joe off. - I can just walk.

- I'll drive you. - Really.

Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt a marital spat.

It's all good.

We never really got a chance to talk shop.

Were we going to?

- I was hopping to pick your brain. - Sure.

You planning to test the professional waters while you are back in D.C.?

No, I'm not interest in go back to work with the agency.

No of course not. There's no money in it.

Any idiot can tell you that, this idiot for example

Guy like you, with your public profile and reputation...

...private sector must be all over you.

I have some offers, but nothing that I would seriously consider.

I've been fielding some offers from the private sector myself lately

If you do stick around a minute, we should get together, compare notes.

Sure.

Bob always had good things to say about you.

Oh yeah? What did he say?

Oh shit I don't know...

- Here we are, door to door service. - Thank you for the ride.

Are you coming to church tomorrow?

Mae's been coming with Jude. We have a nice little brunch after with

pancakes the kids, Bloody Mary's for the adult's.

- Yeah, maybe. - Great! I'll see you then.

Cheers, Bob.

(SHOE SHINING)

Hey.

- Hey. Is Sammy ok? - I think so.

- The rest of us maybe in danger. - Especially our shoes.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.

I'm not thinking straight.

I'm going to go for a run, see if I can shake something loose

You hit your head, you should be resting.

Especially if you can't think straight.

Really I'm fine.

Ok.

Be careful.

(HORNS HONKING)

A senior CIA officer has been turn by the SVR.

The information leaked by him has already

resulted in the deaths of several American assets.

...sorry for a second time...

I'm tired of having to ashamed of your damn behavior.

I'm sorry, Gordon.

Me too.

- I wish you had faith in me. - I do.

No, not for a while. And I know I've done plenty to make you lose it.

I have a plan, Eve.

It's going to fix everything so we can start over.

I'm gonna make our money troubles a thing to the past.

- I want the past to be there as well. - I'd like that.

But you gotta believe in me.

Gordon, honey, you know I believe in you, you know I do.

- Is that right? - Yes. of course, always.

- Gordon ...come on... come on... - You're incredibly gorgeous.

- Think about the kids. - They sleep. We are all alone.

And we never get to take that ride in the car.

- Oh, my god... Wait. - Hurry up.

- You're such an asshole, Gordon. - You do what is necessary.

- Shut up. - Ok, good deal.

We should talk.

- I was just about... - Not here.

Good.

(DOOR BEEPS)

Arms up.

- Are we meeting with someone? - My boss wants to say hello.

You work for Reuel?

What is this place?

What is this?

You're about to compromise an ongoing agency operation.

We work counter-intelligence. Robin is an embed for the FBI.

So, are you just a peeping tom or do you have an agenda that I should know about?

So, you're already set up on Gordon.

- You know he's the mole, right? - Have a sit.

Let's talk.