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Previously on Condor...

- The attack is going to be at the Hajj.

- I'm handling it, Joe.

- How? - Like I would any other situation

that threatens to plunge us into World War III,

very fucking delicately.

They'll wait until the last day of the Hajj,

so they won't be symptomatic until they get home.

Spread the epidemic as far as possible.

It was an ingenious plan, really.

It looks like a terrorist attack

backfired. It's a holocaust.

It's them, now, or us, later.

- Were you really going to kill her?

- I don't know.

If we're going to do this, we're gonna do it by the book.

She's 15 minutes ahead of us.

No! Fuck!

Why didn't you kill me?

The contract on your life was canceled.

- Who the fuck is that? - Be careful.

The car will slow beside you.

And someone you know, maybe even trust, will get out.

That's not possible. Everyone I trust, is dead.

What the fuck?

Look at this.

For what it's worth,

I'm sorry.

In a fire department statement,

The blaze appears to have started

in a second-floor

classroom in the early hours...

What the fuck?

...there were no casualties, although the school...

Hey!

What the fuck happened to you?

- I was in a car accident. - Oh, man.

I can give you a lift.

Thank you, man.

It's all good, brother.

Breaking news out of Anacostia,

where six people are dead,

including notorious information activist, Caleb Wolfe,

and an unnamed federal agent.

Fucking gang-bangers, man.

Federal contractor, Marty Frost

is in stable condition.

In sporting news...

Fuck Judge, dude. The guy's a beast.

How can you like a fucking Yankee?

Oh, I get it. So we can only like

a player if he's on your team, yeah?

Fucking A!

I'm a Judge fan, and I'm a Nationals fan.

- You can't... - You can't be two.

You can't do both. You gotta pick a side.

All right, you pick a side, dude, I'm going to have another beer.

Hey, man, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Sure, you don't want to talk... - I don't want to talk about it.

Maybe you should just get it off your chest.

Yeah, it's not on my chest. My dad's dead.

Hello.

It's Uncle Joe. Can you talk?

I need your help, Sammy.

Hey, Sam, who is that, huh?

It's my mom.

Oh, it's his mom.

Mommy!

The other victims in the shooting

include three men and a woman.

The police, at this point, are not giving out

details of the shooting,

nor the cause behind it.

Stay tuned for further information...

Where have you been?

Can you come get me?

Are you okay?

I fell off my bike.

Where are you?

I'm at McConnel Park.

Okay, I'm coming. Just stay there.

Are you okay?

- I'm fine. I... - Where did you fall?

I didn't.

What do you mean you didn't?

- Sammy, get in the car. Now. - Mom, I...

Oh, Jesus!

They bugged your house. I wanted to call.

I just didn't think I could because...

I thought you were dead.

Yeah, me too.

Where are we, Sammy?

He saved my life, Mae.

They shot him.

If I hadn't... It was my fault.

He died in front of my eyes. I'm so, so sorry.

What was he doing?

I, I fucked up.

I didn't know...

I'm sorry.

Listen, we, we need to do something.

- What do you mean? - Or a lotta people are gonna die.

Now,

I need you to trust me.

I need you to go home,

drop off the kids,

act normal.

And then, I want you to come and meet me

in the park, near your house, in one hour.

- Okay? - Okay.

All right, we gotta go. We gotta go.

One hour.

Don't deviate.

- You be safe, okay? - You too.

You look like you had a rough night.

Wait here. I'll be 30 minutes.

That was 40 minutes.

There was an assassin waiting for me in my kitchen.

Okay. Where to?

- Airport. - Where are you going?

To make the people I work for pay for their sins.

All right, sounds good to me.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Bob?

Bob, are you here?

You used to come here with my uncle.

You're Joe Turner.

I used to come here, too.

As a kid.

It scared me how isolated it is.

How did I get here?

You know, I got lost in those woods, once.

I screamed for an hour. Nobody came.

Of course, no one could hear me.

Did you kidnap me?

How's your arm?

It hurts.

Why did you bring me here?

You lost a lot of blood.

You need to eat.

Doctor's orders.

Joe, you're making a mistake.

I've got a protein bar.

- I'm on your side. - A trail mix.

Just talk to me. I... I'm not your enemy.

Have a seat.

We'll talk.

You can get into a lot of trouble

for kidnapping a federal officer.

I don't want to see that happen to you.

Kidnapping?

You know I've already killed a federal officer

as well as 11 of my colleagues,

my best friend, and Kathy Hale.

No.

I don't believe that you did any of those things.

But this, you are doing.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What is your connection to all of this?

I run the task force that's been looking for you...

I've heard that on the radio,

I'm asking what your involvement is with the other thing?

What other thing?

You know what I'm sick of, more than anything?

The fucking lie!

You're scaring me.

Fuck me!

Uh...

You know, when you were sleeping,

I was watching you.

And I asked myself,

what I'd be willing to do to extract information from you.

I don't know, anything, Joe. I don't...

I asked myself whether

I'd be willing to pour salt in the wound.

- Joe... - I, I checked the kitchen,

it has a lot of salt.

You know what, it might actually be easier

to shoot you in the fucking knee.

Okay.

All right, why don't you just

tell me what you think that I have done,

and why you think I've done it, okay?

Let's, let's start there.

I think you were complicit in a plot

to release a plague virus at the Hajj.

I don't know about any operation at the Hajj.

Did you kill Sharla Shepard?

No, I was helping her.

We were helping each other.

Then who did kill her?

Her name is Gabrielle Joubert.

She does freelance wet work for the agency.

And you saw this with your own eyes?

Yes, I did.

Where?

It was at a...

An abandoned warehouse

in Anacostia that

Caleb Wolfe was using as a safehouse.

That's where Joubert shot me.

We got there and everyone was already dead.

I saw the tracker that we had put on Joubert's car

and I knew immediately that it was an ambush,

and I tried to warn Sharla.

But it was too late.

Joubert came out of nowhere and shot her.

And I put down cover fire for myself. I got upstairs

and then she shot me.

You're lying.

- No, I am not... - No, you see I...

I was at the safehouse.

You see, I, I got there before Joubert.

Then I left with her.

After everyone else was dead.

And there was no sign of you, or Sharla Shepard.

Because we weren't there, yet.

And then Joubert told me that

you killed Sharla Shepard,

right before I drove her car of a fucking overpass.

How can you be so sure? Did Joubert die?

- Did you kill her? - No. But I did leave her

unconscious in a wrecked car.

Do not underestimate that woman.

You are being manipulated, Joe.

No, I...

- I'm not being... - Ask yourself one question.

Why are you still alive?

Do you really think you've been evading these trained killers?

- You got a better explanation? - You've been protected

all the way back to IEP.

The person who is pulling the strings has a weakness for you

and he always has.

Are you trying to convince me that Bob was involved in this?

Who else has the kind of power to keep you alive?

But, Joe, I know Joubert's work

and she never misses.

And you and I, both know your Uncle Bob.

He's always got an agenda.

You're pretty good.

Stick to the story, no matter what.

Build up an alternate explanation

rooted in your enemy's own weakness.

Convince him that he's the crazy one.

So I guess that brings us back

to what I'd be willing to do

to extract information from you.

Right.

Joe, don't do this.

It's not what you want to do, I know you.

Please.

Please.

Ahh!

Ah, my fucking leg.

Ah, my fucking leg.

Tell me everything.

I don't know anything.

You tell me everything, or I shoot you right now.

I don't know anything.

Tell me!

I don't know.

Next one goes in the fucking arm.

Okay, stop, stop!

Talk.

Talk.

You know knowing isn't going to give you

the power to stop anything.

Yeah.

Bob, it's Cam Burnbob from the Washington Post.

Oh, good morning, Cam.

I gotta call you back, Cam.

You're safe now, Joe. You're gonna be okay.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

- Is Aunt Lily home? - No.

She's at her sister's.

- You knew I'd come. - I hoped you would.

I didn't know where else to go.

All my friends are dead.

I'm still here.

Janice, Caleb.

She came in,

and she killed everybody.

I didn't even think to stop her.

What could you do?

She said that the contract on my life had been canceled.

Was that you?

Yes.

- Are you with them? - No.

You didn't know about this the whole time?

I found out yesterday, the same as you.

- You didn't do anything to stop them. - I couldn't.

- I couldn't... - You made a deal.

I'm just as much a pawn in this as you are.

I need to get that.

- How did she find us?

- Bob, I need to talk to you about this dossier...

I gotta call you back, Cam.

Did you give her my phone so she could track me?

So she could kill my friends.

I didn't have any other way to protect you.

You... you were protecting the agency.

You were trying to stop what they were doing from getting out.

Even if it meant, millions of people dying.

There was no saving those people.

I was just trying to salvage what I could.

For the country.

And for you.

How were you so sure you can stop them?

Huh? Did you try? Did you even fucking try?

Did you know Marty Frost had an insurance policy?

Yeah.

That's um...

That's what stopped them from killing her,

when she found them out.

What are you talking about, Joe?

You gotta give me a second here.

You just blew out my eardrums. I can't think.

I don't want you to think.

I want you to tell me what the fuck happened.

Oh.

It started in the desert.

When she was in Saudi Arabia.

Isn't that where you sent her, when you were done with her?

She wanted revenge against you.

Against the agency.

And when she saw Sam and Elden

somewhere they weren't supposed to be...

Consider me in.

I know that you plan to release a plague,

at the Hajj.

And make it look like a boomerang.

I have all the evidence necessary

to bring it down on your head.

But I'm not interested in that.

Why didn't they just kill you?

They killed everyone else who got in their way.

But somehow you made it clear to them that killing you

wouldn't make their problem go away now.

How the fuck did you manage that?

If anything happened to her,

the whole thing would come out.

You're gonna kill...

She was smart.

"She was?"

Aren't you the one that said,

sometimes you have to do a bad thing now,

so you won't have to do a worse thing later?

If you killed her, it was for nothing.

Now they have no choice. Now they have to stop.

There's no stopping it.

These are fanatics.

They don't have red light.

No calling it off.

I was trying to minimize the bleeding.

What good would it do

for the world to know that we were the cause of

the deaths of so many people?

Can you imagine the effect it will have

on the millions of peace-loving Muslims

living in this country just

radicalized, half of them, Joe?

Marty Frost just turned up dead.

Her lawyer had a dossier of classified information

on a dead man's switch.

The files allege the CIA is about to release

an aerosolized plague virus at the Hajj.

I know you're hearing me say nothing at all.

And I don't know anything about any such operation.

Thanks for the heads-up.

That was the Washington Post. They have the story.

They're not going to run it.

What?

They know that if they do, it will cause a panic at the Hajj.

And endanger the lives of everybody there.

Their lives are already in danger.

They can't just do nothing.

That's exactly what they're going to do.

They're going to sit on the story.

If... there's an outbreak,

because of you,

they'll know that the CIA is responsible,

and that, they'll publish.

No. They can't just let all those people die.

Two million people are going to be infected

with the plague, tomorrow.

We still have a chance to do something about it.

We are looking for someone that we know almost nothing about.

What we do know is, he's male.

A former American soldier.

Our source said that he had been tortured

by Al-Qaeda for a couple of years.

Non-Muslims aren't allowed into Mecca, which means, he is a Muslim.

Or at least, passes as one.

However, he may have converted while in captivity.

Biometric technology makes it impossible to fly under a false passport.

Which means, if he flew to Saudi Arabia,

he did not change his identity

until he got there.

Now, some pilgrims arrive in Mecca before the Hajj starts.

The wealthy stay in hotels.

But once the Hajj starts, all Hajjis go to Mina,

which means our target probably would have had to have kept

his hotel room as a place to store the device.

Logic says that he will wait until the last day to release the plague.

That way, the Hajjis won't be symptomatic until they're back home,

and the virus will spread all over the Muslim world.

Hajj permits are also necessary to gain access to Mecca,

which means if we cross-reference the Hajj permits

with the Saudi customs logs against the names

of Hajjis registered to stay in hotels,

we may find our man.

But, of course, we have to do all of this

without letting the Saudi government

know that we're looking for someone whose very existence

we are not allowed to acknowledge.

Yes?

How do we know we're looking for a man?

Oh, women aren't allowed in Mecca,

without a male chaperone.

A husband, brother, father.

Show me.

Out. Everyone.

If you live long enough, I imagine you might

eventually get around to figuring out

how this whole thing works,

Mr. Turner.

We're out of time. We got to call the Saudis

and let them know what's coming.

Don't waste your time.

No one in a leadership position

is willing to acknowledge what we've done here.

Acknowledging what you've done here is the only way

to prevent the rest of us from being contaminated by it.

You have a child's view of the world, Joe.

How do people like you wind up in this building?

You're the anomaly here, not I.

- I said, get out! - Sir, I've got an asset

on a secure line, who claims to be in Mecca, offering to help.

Who is he? Put him on the line.

'She' won't talk to you.

Put her on.

Hello?

Why didn't you take the shot in the car, after it crashed?

I didn't think I could kill someone in cold blood.

I guess you were wrong.

Yeah, I guess I was wrong.

I should have taken the shot.

You shouldn't speak that way

to the one person who can help you.

How much?

I mean, isn't that what you care about?

I've sent you all the routing numbers.

I'll move, as soon as I receive confirmation.

- Get me the Director. - No.

What's the hesitation?

The man we know to be a terrorist is about to walk a plague virus

- into a heavily populated area. - This is the only chance

we have to stop him, Reuel.

You can't stop him.

Hard-earned experience has forced him to understand

what you just can't accept.

Either we kill them,

or they kill us.

He wants to go forward with it.

- I absolutely do. - He wants to own the whole thing.

He wants to start a fucking Holy War.

No, I merely want to win the one that we're already in.

I'm sorry, sir, you have a phone call.

Who is it?

It's for Mr. Abbott.

- Hello. - Mr. Abbott.

- Yes. - This is Doctor Peters.

I'm afraid your wife's condition

- What? - has deteriorated.

Um...

Okay. Thank you.

Get me the Director.

I once asked you

the number

of lives that would have to be saved

for you to be willing to sacrifice,

kill,

a single human being?

You said, there's no number.

And I asked you, "How could you say that?"

And you said...

If you don't pick a number, you can't lower it.

And when you said that,

you were ten-years old.

I'm sorry.

Bye, Bob.

You home?

Hey.

You know what, I can't run in this city.

It makes me want to take my time.

I ran to the Duomo. I got distracted again, and I walked home.

Hmm-mmm.

- You're going out? - Yeah.

I'm late.

No, no, I gotta work.

But you don't have a job.

Hey, I gotta do something. Come on.

- I gotta go. - No, you don't.

- No. - Yeah.

Okay, well, listen, tell Paolo I said hi.

Okay, bye.

One more.

Ciao.

Hello?

I heard you left the agency.

All the guilt finally caught up to you.

It turns out you have a conscience too.

Oh?

You betrayed your bosses to save hundreds of millions of lives.

No.

My client betrayed me.

And I have a reputation to protect.

Where did you get my number?

Small world, Joe.

No place left to hide.

Where are you?

Lots of European cities have church bells.

Don't be paranoid.

You told me to always be paranoid.

And have you taken my advice?

- Have you been careful? - Yes.

Falling in love, isn't being careful, Joe.

A lover is just a pressure point.

Another way to hurt you.

You look good.

What are you doing here?

Work.

Anyone I know?

You're safe, don't worry.

From me, anyway.

The Agency,

is another story,

I'm not a threat to the Agency.

They might think you want revenge.

Revenge only leads to more revenge. I'm done with that world.

And what about you, huh? What is this?

You trying to show me how easy it is to get to me?

- Isn't it obvious? - What?

You're the one who got away, Joe.

Say hi, to your girlfriend for me.

You changed your mind?

Yeah. Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you okay?

- Yeah. - Yeah. You good?

Are you joining us for lunch?

Yeah. Sure.

Hey.

There you are.

That's it.

That's it.

Brand new password, put it in.

Like a good boy.

Thank you, asshole.

Oh, I'm gonna fucking nail you.

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