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Previously on "Condor"...

You said they took him.
But, they didn't kill him?

I don't know.

- What happens?
- We need a lie detector test.

What would you do
if Vasily Sirin contacted you?

Obey your orders.

- Sammy's got a lot of anger.
- Against Reuel Abbott?

He thinks he was involved
with his father's death.

I don't want it to be something

that can just wash away and grow back.

I want it to be permanent.

You here to volunteer?

- I haven't seen you around before.
- My first time.

- If I give you my number, will you call me?
- Absolutely.

Why were you watching Piper?

There's a file on Gordon in
Bob Partridge's home office.

He has an alarm system.

We'll give you something to
spray on the keypad at brunch.

I'm not doing anything.

I told you everything that I know.

You know why I think you'll do it?

You have a hard time
walking away from a fight.

(LIQUID SPRAYING)

At some point, a man in this job
learns it's all just a chess match.

- Fuck the Agency!
- (CHUCKLES)

So, what did you learn?

He's erratic. He's emotional.
He's bad with money.

He's the perfect candidate for
recruitment by a foreign power.

Thank you.

Door's open... if you ever
wanna feel useful.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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(BICYCLE WHEELS RATTLING)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BACKPACK THUDS, ZIPPER OPENING)

(WATER BOTTLE LID CLICKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

How was the drink?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

Isn't that what sailors
call the ocean? "The drink".

That and bourbon.

Hmm. Gordon always did like his booze.

Hey, I just saw Sammy riding his bike.

Where's he off to so late?

(REMOTE CLICKS, TV SHUTS OFF)

- (REMOTE CLATTERS ON TABLE)
- I don't know. He's 17.

Why are you spending so
much time with Gordon?

I like him. He's a nice guy.

I know you too well to believe that.

What other reason would I have

for wanting to spend time with him?

Back to my original question.

- You're being paranoid.
- I'm feeling paranoid.

- Sitting here replaying things in my mind.
- What things?

Like this morning you said you
were coming to church with us.

And then afterwards,

you got us invited for
brunch at Eva and Gordon's.

He invited us.

The car accident that you got into
on your way home from the airport.

You missing Bob's funeral
because you hit your head.

Either of those things on their
own wouldn't mean much,

but when you put them together...

Do you remember how
bad you used to feel,

when you worked for the CIA

and you couldn't tell
anybody what you did?

I'm not in the CIA.

Remember how much
you used to hate lying?

I still hate lying.

Then I guess I'm just being paranoid.

Good night.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Mae...

(SIGHS)

Uh...

(TONGUE CLICKS)

After Bob died,

I was asked to step in

to help an asset of his
that was in trouble.

(SIGHS) It was temporary.

That's why I, uh... that's
why I came home.

I'm sorry that I didn't
tell you the truth.

And what about Gordon?

- Are you working with him?
- No, no.

So you're not back with the Agency?

Like I said, it was temporary.

For someone that hates lying,
you're really good at it, Joe.

(TONGUE CLICKS)

Maybe you're so good at it,
you can lie to yourself.

Good night.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

_

(DISH CLATTERING)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

_

- Hello?
- Who's this?

It's Reuel Abbott, from earlier today.

Oh, the CIA man. (CHUCKLES)

I was hoping you'd call. I wasn't
expecting it to be so soon.

Well, I was actually planning on
waiting, but... you know...

Waiting is a young person's game.

- (CHUCKLES)
- So, how are things over at the CIA?

I think I should probably tell you

that I really do work for the CIA.

You are the Deputy Director.

You're also the most famous person
named Reuel on the internet.

I googled you on my break.

I hope you haven't read too much

of what the internet
has to say about me.

- (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
- Because it's-it's not great.

Well, let's face it. The internet
has gotten out of control.

I mean, I-I can't look away,

but, if I took any of it too seriously

I'd never leave my house.

Yeah. Well, you know,

all of human kind's best
tools are really like that.

Double edged sword, you know.

Fire cooks our food and heats our homes

and at the same time engulfs
entire cities in flames.

Is everybody at the CIA
as philosophical as you?

James Angleton was a poet.

He was close friends with Ezra Pound.

But, Pound was a fascist.

- Nobody's perfect.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

- (FABRIC RIPS)
- (GROANS)

Who shot you?

- Do you call yourself "Cat" now?
- Did you mess up my stuff?

- (LIQUID POURING)
- (GROANS IN PAIN)

(GROANS)

Americans can't say Ekaterina.

Are you going to leave it inside?

(CHUCKLES)

It's too dangerous to take it out.

The artery may burst.

Sasha got lead poisoning

from a bullet several
years after he was shot.

Do you think the same
thing will happen to you?

I had nowhere to go.

They were going to kill me.

Now, they will kill both of us.

Thank you.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Get up.

(PAPER BAG RUSTLING)

There is menswear there.

Katja... do you have a boyfriend?

Now, get dressed.

(SIGHS)

(CIGARETTE PACK CLATTERS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

What the fuck do you tell yourself

that you do for a living?

The most that any one person
can do morality-wise

is to have his own tribe of people
that he'd be willing to die for.

(MATCHSTICK BURNING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(SIREN BLARING)

(BOX CLATTERS)

(DOG BARKING)

- We have the same size.
- He was taller.

There's $10,000 and a gun.

You leave me to my fate.

I have sewn your leg

and I've given you my
emergency backpack.

That's all I can do.

(SIGHS)

(WATER BOTTLE OPENS)

(GULPING WATER)

(WATER BOTTLE LID CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOUD THUD)

Police! Don't move!

Get your hands up! On
your knees right now!

On the ground! Get on
the fucking ground!

Drop the gun! Drop the weapon!

Don't you fucking move!
Where's your wife?

- My wife?
- Answer the question.

- Who else is in the house?
- My wife is dead.

Where's the body? Where is she?

Buried in Rock Creek cemetery.
She's been dead for two years.

What the hell are you doing in my house?

(DRILL WHIRRING)

Excuse me.

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

Mr. Abbott?

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

- Tell me what you heard?
- You were "swatted".

- Like a fly?
- It's a harassment tactic.

Someone called 911 and said
they were hiding in your closet

while you were holding
your wife at gunpoint.

Can you hold it back down
there please for a minute.

We're talking. Thank you.

And they didn't even think to
look into my marital status

or my wife's earthly status

before kicking down my door?

Swatting's a new phenomenon.

They're still figuring
out how to deal with it.

Clearly.

The CIMC thinks that

it could have been the
Russians or North Koreans.

But, you don't think so.

No. This feels personal.

You would even say childish.

Sammy!

Sammy!

- All right. Just hold here...
- Okay, I got it.

- Thank you.
- Hey. I'm seeing a lot of you lately.

- (CHUCKLES) Morning pal.
- Morning.

Just getting patched up here.

Sammy! You're gonna be late.

How're you feeling?

Uh...

- We did a little drinking last night.
- I heard.

I'm sure Eva loved you
coming home plastered.

Well... we made up. (CLICKS TONGUE)

Don't be gross. There's
a child sitting here.

What? No, no, no, no. You misunderstand.

What I was saying was, we had the sex.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

- Sammy!
- (CHUCKLING)

- All right. Gord's good to go.
- Good as new.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

See you later.

What are you doing today?

I don't know. Nursing
this hangover you gave me.

Whoa! Don't blame me.

- Each man's hangover is his own responsibility.
- True enough!

- See you later!
- Bye!

- Hey.
- (WATER RUNNING)

- I'm sorry about last night.
- Yeah, me too.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You only have time for a bowl of cereal.

I'm... I'm not hungry.

(CUPBOARD DOOR CLOSES)

Are you feeling all right?

Oh, whoa! Why do you smell like alcohol?

Oh my God! Oh my God!
Have you been drinking?

(VOMITING)

Who were you drinking with?

Nobody.

You got drunk by yourself?

What... is this something
that happens a lot? Why?!

- I don't know.
- Go to your room!

And hydrate.

(GROANS)

(BOTH GROANING)

(SIGHS)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(PHONE VIBRATING, RINGING)

- Hey.
- Hi, Lily. How you doing?

Ah. You know... as
well as can be expected.

- Shall we have dinner or something?
- I'd love that.

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Hey.
- Hey. (SIGHS)

(KISSING)

How's your hand, idiot?

Uh, I'm sorry. Uh, not you.

You said in your message
there was a problem.

Um... are you sure?

Um, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE CLATTERS)

What did I do?

I signed up for Meal Train for Lily.

I was having food delivered today.

And the restaurant just called

to tell me that our Visa got declined.

How is that even possible?
I just paid it.

Yeah, I meant to tell you about that.

I got stuck with the bill
at dinner last Monday.

Is it a stupid question to ask why?

Well, we can't split the bill nine ways

so we played credit card roulette.

I had a... bad run of luck.

- Run? Oh my God.
- Last two.

You know, maybe you just can't afford

to go to this dinner any more.

It's business. It'll all
even out over 162 games.

What the fuck does that even mean?

It means use the
Mastercard. It's still good.

Hi, this is Eva Piper again.

Yeah, I'm so sorry. Our Visa got stolen.

Do you still have my other
card on file? Thanks.

Hey. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(DOG BARKING)

(KISSING)

(BIRD CHIRPING)

So the caravan is coming to look
at the house on Tuesday.

- The caravan? With a bunch of camels?
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)

Real estate agents.

And I'm gonna need a few
hours in the morning to...

Real estate agents? Why?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Gordon we are about to run out of money.

We're not selling this house.

We have been though this.
If we don't sell the house...

- I'll get the money.
- How?

I'll figure it out.

Oh my God. Honey, your optimism...

(KNOCKS ON GLASS)

Hey, pull up a chair.
Breakfast with the Pipers.

I didn't realize you were such a voyeur.

Well, since my divorce,
I haven't had a life,

so this is my entertainment.

You didn't have a life when
you were married either.

That is low.

Lucky for you, I'm not afraid
of a little self-knowledge.

Not like, uh... your friend over
here, 'cause he is a fucking mess.

Cruller?

I would've thought a cop
would be more sensitive

about eating donuts in front of people.

(CHUCKLING) Fuck you.

I'm the head of counter-espionage.

You're an FBI agent
stationed inside the CIA.

For us, you're just a cop.

I am sensing some hostility
from you this morning.

(SIGHS) What did I miss?

Uh... they fight, they fuck,
they fight, they fuck...

Some couples just run hot.

Maybe you're too close to them.

Maybe you should recuse yourself.

I just want to get to the truth.

Yeah. And you want the truth
to be that your friend is innocent.

That's because I believe
that is the truth.

Based on what?

Based on years of friendship.

You say that as if it's an advantage

when it is so clearly a weakness.

We've got Gordon from
two separate sources.

One who's dead,

and the other is inside Russian
intelligence known only to you.

Is that what this is about?

That I haven't shared
my source with you?

(SCOFFS)

Can't rate the intel if I
can't judge the source.

And how do you expect me to trust that?

I expect you to trust me.
And I trust the source.

Did you ever think that maybe the
Russians are setting Gordon up?

Gordon fits the mold of a double agent.

Career stalled out, money
problems, marital problems.

And probably a bunch
of other fucking problems

that science hasn't even discovered yet.

Which is exactly why,
they would set him up.

Or, maybe that's why he was
approached in the first place.

- Maybe you were the one that was approached.
- Me?

You got Gordon served to
you on a silver platter

by a single source inside the SVR

whose identity is known only to you.

You can't tell me that
you're not predisposed

to suspect a man, who appears
to be living a double life.

Fuck you.

We've all got weakness.

As long as we understand it
as well as our enemy does.

- Bring up the laundry room.
- Stand by.

Are we getting this?

We don't have that phone.

It must be a burner.

Hey, it's me.

Listen, I'm gonna need an
advance on our arrangement.

I'll make it up to you.

I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.

Great.

- Are you still here?
- You look nice.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DISH CLATTERS)

(LIQUID POURING)

You don't love me anymore.

You were my superior.

You had power over me.
Is that what you call "love"?

You've been with Americans for
so long that you think like them.

I was there too, Katya.

I loved you very much
and you loved me too.

Don't take it from me.

I have to tell them that
you have been here.

I'm saying you threatened me with a gun.

You also have to tie me up.

- You don't know what you're saying.
- It's you who doesn't know.

Volk is looking for you.

Next time, I won't pass the polygraph.

We are a threat to each other.

So, let's help each other.

The dead cannot help the living.

Admit that you want to stay here.

It's a mission.

When they tell me it's over, I'll leave.

I do not believe you.

I've been looking at your stuff.
You thrive here.

Is that your persuasion tactic?

Can I stay in America if I help you?

You wanted to get rich.

And having to run away
for the rest of my life.

It won't be long before
Volk comes looking for you.

- Then you send me to my death.
- No, you did it yourself.

Hey. How are you feeling?

Yeah. I'm not feeling so
great this morning either.

- I know you told my mom,
- (REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES)

that you were gonna
look after me today...

but, I'm 17 and
I don't need a babysitter.

(MIXER WHIRRING)

You know, by the time I was 17,

I had already been away
from home for three years.

- What?
- Boarding school.

Hey, you ever try your
dad's hangover cure?

It tastes like shit, but it works.

Go on, try it, it will
make you feel better.

- You forgot the mustard.
- That's it!

(REFRIGERATOR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

- Sorry.
- It's just mustard.

(CHUCKLES)

I guess when you do the
kind of shit that my dad did,

you need a pretty
reliable hangover cure.

Sammy, there's something
I want to show you.

Maybe some other time. Thanks.

I want to tell you about
the day your dad died.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN, CLOSES)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN, CLOSES)

Vasily Sirin has jumped off.

Apparently, he left
his apartment in Vienna

and traveled here.

I thought so.

They say he knew
who Volk's informant is.

Who sold the secret to the Americans.

We tried to arrest him, but he escaped.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(SAFE OPENS)

(SAFE CLOSES, BEEPS)

(ZIPPER CLOSES)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN, CLOSES)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

- Where are we going?
- I have an errand.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Your dad was the best
friend that I ever had.

And he proved it to me right there.

Get in!

(GUNSHOTS)

If he had been one second later,

we wouldn't be having this conversation.

(GUNSHOT)

He traded his life for mine, Sammy.

That's a debt that I can't repay.

All I can do is look after his family.

Which is what he would have wanted.

Maybe. Or maybe you
didn't know him at all.

- I knew him.
- Even after knowing what he tried to do?

Yeah, yeah. And I judge
him for it too, Sammy.

But after the things that I did...

No!

What kind of things?

(SCREAMING)

After your dad was killed,

I went to the home of
this woman, Kathy Hale.

To protect myself, I had
to forcibly restrain her.

She was killed...

(GUNSHOTS)

... because of me.

All we can do is
wrestle with our demons.

(SIREN BLARING)

And hope that we win,
more often than we lose.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

I sent a SWAT team
to Reuel Abbott's house.

- What?
- Last night.

Oh.

- Sammy, they're gonna trace it back to...
- No, I was careful.

I bought a burner with cash at a
place where they don't ask for ID.

And I got rid of the phone.

- I've been thinking I should turn myself in.
- No, no, no.

If I don't take responsibility,

then how am I any different from him?

Sammy, you're nothing like Reuel Abbott!

(SCOFFS)

I meant my dad.

- Don't let one mistake ruin your life.
- (BIRD CHIRPING)

Instead, learn from it.

Don't be so stupid again.

I would have loved to see the look

on the son of a bitch's face,

when the SWAT team
came through the door.

Are you going to stay?

You know, maybe... I haven't
really been honest with...

... anybody about why I came back here.

Why did you come back?

I'm still figuring that out.

7–4–8–0.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(BUZZING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey. Where have you been all day?

I've been dealing with
some things on site.

Let's get dinner.

I can't, I got a business dinner.

Fuck it. Move it. Let's get shitfaced.

(CHUCKLES) I can't. Sorry, pal.

- It must be a big meeting.
- Yeah, I think it could be.

(CHUCKLES)

- Good. Good luck.
- Thanks, pal.

(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Something to drink?

(LIQUID POURING)

I don't drink.

Well, I need one.

Are we waiting for someone?

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm trying to decide
if I can trust you or not.

You take me to a secluded house,

you drink...

and you're invading my personal space.

And you're the one who doesn't trust me?

Your personal space?

You have nothing to fear from me.

- I don't turn on women.
- What a gentleman.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(GLASS THUDS)

Sorry, I'm late.

- Who is this?
- Don't worry about her.

I'll need you to sign for it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ZIPPER OPENS)

- She's just my type.
- Go away.

What was that about?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(CAR ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(DOG BARKING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Down here.

- Do you want a drink?
- I'm okay.

- (ZIPPER OPENS)
- (SIGHS)

Fuck, man. You really
came through for me.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

(ZIPPER CLOSES)

Tell me you think that's his bookie?

I'm sorry, Trace.

I have to make some calls.

Hey. Do you have a second?

(SIGHS)

Take it, my friend.

Sorry, if I scared you,

by taking you somewhere
in the middle of nowhere.

You're making me nervous.

You should not fear me...

if you have no secrets.

We all have secrets.

What is crucial is that it has
nothing to do with Vasily Sirin.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I'm considering buying a house

here in Washington.

- Do you like this neighborhood?
- It's nice.

Taking advantage of
the fact that I'm here,

I want to learn a little
about the real estate market.

Do you mind if I go up to see the house?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You lied to me.

You said you don't drink.

As I said, I was nervous.
Do you want one?

- May I look around?
- Of course.

It's a big house.

Yes, I was lucky!

Are the moldings original?

I think so.

Nice views.

- You have a beautiful home.
- Thank you.

I'm actually disappointed.

Yes?

I didn't think it was my house
that interested you.

I'm not prepared for that.

- I understand.
- Let me help you.

Hmm.

- So, we'd be, uh... we'd be at lunch,
- Hmm.

and Bob would see
one of his counterparts

working at the Russian embassy,
under diplomatic cover

and he'd have the guy paged.

"Would Boris Ustinov from the KGB,

please come to the front
desk?" (CHUCKLING)

I don't know, it seemed
more of a game back then.

I mean, don't get me wrong: people died.

People died but they
weren't... our people.

They were nameless, faceless
and very far away.

Eva, there was something, um...

You said something
to me at the hospital.

You probably don't remember, but...

I asked you to kill the men
that killed your uncle.

That is not something I would forget.

So you... meant it?

I meant it. I mean it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DISTANT CLANGING)

(MUSIC PLAYING CONTINUES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ZIPPER OPENS)

(ZIPPER OPENS)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)