All language subtitles for Condor S01E09

Previously on Condor...

Two million Muslims

are converging on Saudi Arabia
this week for the Hajj.

I gotta go. I have some
work I need to deal with.

So an element within the CIA

staged the attack
of ComQuest Field.

- That's fucking crazy.
- We gotta get you out of here.

Caleb has the power
to expose this thing.

Caleb's too trusting.

That's why he has me.

I won't report it stolen
for 24 hours.

Sam was threatening Elden?
What are you saying right now?

I have proof.

I was trying to hurt Mae Barber.

Her husband killed my husband.

No, he didn't.

What the fuck happened that day?

They were killed
by the same woman.

Are you going after Joubert?

Christ, she's
a professional killer.

That's what
all the guns are for.

I need to talk to Janice.

And I need her to talk to Caleb.

Janice isn't with Caleb anymore.

I'm not looking for
a fucking fight.

You know, I read your file.

I'm sure you left something out.

What did they do to you?

What's wrong?
You seem tense.

They're coming for me again.

It's Thanksgiving.

They'll want to celebrate.

These monsters
may be living in a hole

completely isolated
from the world,

but they still
keep track of the holidays.

Especially the American ones.

Don't think about it.

Doesn't matter
if I think about it or not.

They're still gonna come.

So they will come.

Wounds heal.

The ones on the outside.

That's why it's so important
to protect the mind.

Where do you like to go
during a good beating?

I go to the beach.

Malibu.

You're being morose.

Thanksgiving means
Christmas is close.

Ibrahim said
we will be released by then.

Ibrahim knows
you long for freedom,

so he says you will be free.

It's not just your body
he tortures.

He told the Finn
he would be free,

the money came and he was freed.

Maybe they took him out back
and cut his head off.

We never leave this room.

For all we know, we've been
eating the Finn for dinner.

Finn for dinner.

We will be free.

Finn-er.

Yeah.

Have you been eating poorly?
You're looking very Finn.

No. I saw the future.

In a dream.

You were with a woman.

Dressed entirely in black.

What are you doing?

I don't want to hear
about your dreams.

Not unless
there's fucking in them.

No. No.

No!

No. No!

No!

You think I'm a monster?

You look at people like me and
you say, "I can never be that."

You think I came out
of a hole in the ground.

But I was a teacher.

I taught small children.
Most of whom are dead now.

Now you are my students.

I'm going to introduce you
to someone.

Yourself.

The person that's just been
inside you all this time.

Waiting.

What if I said one of you
can walk out of here alive?

One or...

None.

That's what I thought.

Pick 'em up.

Sorry to call you directly, sir.

But given the circumstances,
I didn't know who else to call.

Jude, I'll be right back!
Don't leave!

Hello? Iris?

Hello?

Iris.

Iris?

Hello?

Iris?

Iris?

Iris?

Iris.

She's back home
from Loramer's house.

How should I handle it?

I'll handle it myself.

Yes, sir, I understand.

I've got an errand to run.

It's supposed to rain.

- Where is he?
- He left the building.

- Where?
- I don't know.

What happened
to the coffee table?

Geez.

You okay?

What's going on?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

You know what the fuck
I'm doing here, Janice.

You need to talk to Caleb.

Did you call the police?

Where were you last night?

What?

Don't look at him.

Answer my question.
Where were you last night?

- Listen, I...
- So it's true.

You're living
this secret fucking life.

And secret from me.

I wanted to tell you.

And here I was trying to tell
my wife's ex-boyfriend

that he didn't know
shit about her,

but it's really me who
doesn't know shit about you.

Look, I'm sorry,
but this is more important

than what's going on
between the two of you.

- Fuck you, man!
- Janice, I need...

Look.

Caleb wanted us
to work this out together.

You stopped him
for better of for worse.

Caleb doesn't always know
what's best for him.

Kind of like you.

Caleb?

Right.

You used to brag to everyone
how open we were.

Millions of people could die.

How we knew ever little thing.

I swear to you I did not think
it was going to go on this long.

It's...

Fuck.

Call him, Janice.

- Please.
- No.

This is more important

than what went down between us
six fucking years ago.

What is?
What is more important?

Am I experiencing deja vu?

You don't even know
what's going on.

What exactly do you want
Caleb to say?

That there's some kind of person
out there, maybe the CIA,

they're planning some kind of
an attack in the Middle East

and it's big and it's bad, but we
do't really know shit about it.

- It's better than doing nothing.
- Really? Better for who?

Janice, we are talking
about a loss of life

on a scale normally reserved
for a fucking ice age.

You went to go work
for the CIA, Joe,

which means I don't belie a
thing that come out of...

Oh, God.

You would rather let all those
people die than forgive me?

Which people?
Which people?

Fuck, you're
a petty fucking bitch.

And you're
a self-righteous asshole.

It's the Hajj.
And don't call my wife a bitch.

The Hajj is going on right now.

Hey. Hi.

Yeah, I just, uh, got off work.

Thought I'd say hey.

Uh, no, everything's fine, Mom,

I just haven't spoken
in a minute.

Uh, this weekend?
Yeah. Sounds good.

Mmm-hmm.

No, I promise.

Everything's fine.

I'll see you Saturday.

Love you.

Slowly take your finger
off the trigger.

Hand me the gun.

Don't say a word.
We're gonna take a walk.

What the fuck are you thinking?

Joubert's dirty.

So you were gonna
add vigilante justice

to the list of stupid things
you did this week,

right after informing on
your own task force?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, don't even try and deny it.

You are either working for Bob

or you were coincidentally
assigned to a case

involving your
own dead girlfriend.

I should get a lawyer.

I think we're a little
past lawyers, don't you?

Look, the fact that
you're working for Bob

actually makes you one of the few
people that I can trust right now.

I was given this case

because someone knew I had an ax
to grind against Bob Partridge.

But I would never
give that son of a bitch

the satisfaction of throwing the
case just because I hated the man.

That's why now, more than ever,

I need to get to the truth.

Were you really gonna kill her?

I don't know.

Look...

I get that
this is personal for you,

but just because
we're beyond lawyers

doesn't mean that
we're beyond the law.

Not yet anyway.

Got it?

If we're gonna do this,

we're gonna do it by the book.

Yeah.

Okay.

Sammy, I'm not
trying to smother you.

I know you're going through
some shit right now.

We all are.

Look, I don't need you to come
home if you're somewhere safe,

but I do need you
to return my calls, okay?

Okay, I love you.

What are you doing here?

I know that you've seen it.

So there's no point
in my beating around the bush.

Seen what?

No point in
you lying about it either.

I'm here because
Sam was my friend and my ally,

and as I told you before,
we take care of our own.

Sam died

trying to save the life
of his best friend.

But, um, he never betrayed our
cause, and that is why I'm here now

trying to preserve
what's left of his family.

I can only do it
with your help, Mae.

I know that you've seen it.

Now I'd like you to unsee it.

Go get it for me,
put it in my hand,

and let that be the end of it.

Once you accused me
of threatening your family.

At that time, it was the
furthest thing from my mind.

I sent Manfredi to Sharla's,
but he said you were gone.

Where are you?

It's the Hajj.

The attack is gonna be
at the Hajj.

I figured that part out.

- And?
- I'm handling it, Joe.

How?

Like I would any other situation

that threatens to upset
the global balance of power

and plunge us
into World War III.

Very fucking delicately.

Yeah, well, I'm handling it too.

In public. I won't let this
get swept under the rug.

Don't go to Caleb Wolfe, Joe.

That'll just
make things messier.

Just tell me where you are.

Yeah. Well,
we'll be there really soon.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you there.

He's gonna meet us
at the safehouse.

You have a safehouse?

Babe.

I fucked up. I...

I don't know what to say, and I
know we need to talk about it.

But I need to go
deal with this right now.

Okay, I'm coming with you.

What? No. No.

It's not up for discussion.

All right, we're married,

so unless you tell me otherwise,

we're gonna make all our
life-altering decisions together.

Okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Let's go. Let's go.

- You good?
- Yeah.

This movie
is incredibly violent.

Children should be shielded
from such things.

Well, okay,
good seeing you, buster.

Are we clear?

Completely.

You know, Melanie really enjoyed
seeing you the other day.

It lifted her spirits.

I hope you'll come by
and visit us again soon.

Dear Lord,

please watch over
my beloved Melanie

in her time
of pain and suffering.

And I pray that you forgive me
for what I did to Mae today.

She's a good person.

And I did it with
a higher intention in mind.

I never knew

if the whole pious thing
was an act,

and now I find you
talking to God

like a little boy
writing letters to Santa.

Hello, Bob.

Did you ask God for forgiveness

- when you killed my kids?
- I did.

Been a while
since Sunday school,

but I don't remember God

offering absolution for murder.

There is no sin so great that
God cannot forgive it, Bob.

Would God forgive me if I splatter
your brains on your wife's bed?

Absolutely.

You

are cold.

And it's all because you believe
that you see God's plan.

But that you see yourself
at the center of God's plan

is what makes you
truly dangerous.

You know, Bob,

the person who has no belief

and cannot see the bigger
picture is the dangerous one.

How big does
a picture have to be

for a person to be willing
to release a plague?

It was an ingenious
plan, really.

To the world it looks like
a terrorist attack

that's backfired,

the Muslims accuse each other

of unleashing hell on them.

How does a person
who believes in God

come up with
such a godless plan?

It's a holocaust.

For them now.

Or us later.

- You're going to stop it.
- No, I can't stop it.

Killing me certainly
wouldn't stop it.

There is no red-light.

No contingency plan.

Of course not.

Why would a fanatic
need a contingency plan?

You could blow the whistle, but that
really wouldn't accomplish much.

All it would do is discredit your
country in the eyes of the world.

And probably
start World War III.

We've been fighting this war
a long time.

And the only way
to finally end it

is to end it.

There is no logic

that can justify

ordering a preemptive biological
attack on innocent civilians.

But now that it's underway...

now that even
trying to stop it...

could end our country

and everything we've
lived our lives to protect,

you really have taken away
all my choices.

Well, maybe two men like us

really can see
the same big picture after all.

I could still shoot you in the
head for killing my kids.

So what's stopping you?

I need you alive.

For now.

What's that for?

Joe Turner's on his way
to Caleb Wolfe,

he's going to blow the whistle.

This is our way to stop him.

But I have a demand.

What?

My nephew.

It's done.

- Hey.
- So what's the deal?

Like your clubhouse, man.

Brought the whole family.

- Hey, Caleb.
- Hey.

So you got my attention.

Joubert's on the move.

What the fuck?

Fucking kidding me.

The tire blew out?
How the fuck did she do that?

Crazy fucking bitch.

The main access road is an
eight-minute jog from here.

We can catch a ride there.

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

so no one's symptomatic
until they're home.

They'll spread the epidemic
as far as possible.

You have a sketch
of a covert action,

but no proof, no details.

All you have is smoke.

Yeah, but it is a lot of smoke.

What do you think
will happen if I announce

that the CIA's planning to
release a plague at the Hajj?

They'll call it off.

So you want me to go public with a
prediction that won't come true.

Jesus Christ,
please don't tell me

you're worried about losing
your credibility right now.

Millions of people will die.

More.

What if they don't call it off?

What if everybody knows and
they go through with it anyway?

What if...
what if nobody cares?

Or what if they're only able to
believe what they already believe?

What if the truth
no longer matters?

No, but it... it does.

What if it doesn't?

Fuck!

Well, then Caleb's out of a job,
and he might as well try anyway.

That's the sanest
fucking thing you've said.

I have it from a reliable source

that an element within the CIA

is planning a biological...

I have it from a reliable source

that a radical element
within the CIA

is planning to release a
weaponized plague at the Hajj.

The loss of life
would be in the millions.

Another couple of minutes.

I have it from a reliable source

that an element within the CIA

is planning a biological...

- Out.
- Don't shoot me.

The car is yours.

Okay.

She's 15 minutes ahead of us.

Why didn't you trust me?

When?

The day you left me.

No. You left me.

- No, I didn't.
- No, you did.

You said you didn't care
if we stayed together

so long as I didn't do whatever it
was my Uncle was asking me to do.

I knew you were gonna do it.

How could you possibly know
if I didn't know?

'Cause you would've told me.

You'd have said, "Hey.
Wanna hear something crazy?

My uncle tried to recruit me
into the CIA

at Thanksgiving dinner."

And we probably would've
laughed at it.

But you kept it a secret.

There's no way I would've ever been
in a relationship with someone...

Someone leading a double-life?

Paul.

Babe.

I'm gonna get some air.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I should've...
I should've told you.

Why didn't you?

I don't know. Maybe... maybe for the
same reason that you didn't tell Paul.

No.

Not the same reason.

Fuck! Jared! Jared!

Are you armed?

Oh, fuck!

- Oh...
- Are you armed?

I have a gun in the backpack.

Get up.

Upstairs.

Oh...

- Eyes forward.
- Yeah.

Oh, Jesus.

Fuck.

Why didn't you kill me?

The contract on your life
was canceled.

If the contract on my life
was canceled,

why the fuck are you pointing
a gun at the back of my head?

Because when you point a gun
at someone,

they do
whatever the fuck you say.

Stop.

You're driving.

Where are we going?

Get in.

How do I know you're not gonna take
me somewhere else and kill me there?

You don't.

One...

Or none.

Wait. Wait. Don't do this.

I'm not gonna fight you.

He may leave this place one day,

but yours is a ransom
that can't ever be paid.

He may see his family again
one day.

Don't listen to him.

But you're an American soldier.

You will never leave this place.

So the answer is obvious.

Let your friend kill you.

Don't listen to him.

Don't listen to him.

Okay?

Stop.

Come on,
he's a German photojournalist,

you are an American soldier.

USA.

USA.

Stop.

Stop!

Stop.

Stop!

Stop!

USA.

To survive, life must eat life.

No!

So where is the car?

It says it's in here.

- In here?
- Yeah.

Who the fuck is that?

I don't know.
Be careful.

So what happened
to my contract, Gabrielle?

Sharla Shepard told you my name?

So you were in that trunk
this morning.

She's dead by now.

Wasn't me.

Not that I didn't want the job,

but you have Marty Frost
to thank for that one.

Who's Marty Frost?

She's your inside man.

Why am I alive?

I don't get that specific.

Take the next exit.

So it's that easy, is it?

You don't need to know
why you're killing

or not killing someone?

Nothing.

I don't interest myself in why.

I think more often
in terms of when,

sometimes where,

always how much.

Do you even know
what the fuck is happening?

Do I know that they're
gonna attack the Hajj?

When?

Friendly advice?

They might not
want you dead today,

but sooner or later you'll
become an embarrassment to them.

It'll happen this way.

Some time will pass.

Months, maybe even years.

Enough time that you
won't stop thinking about it.

But you'll grow just a little more
accustomed to living with it.

The paranoia.

You won't
look over your shoulder

quite as often as you used to.

You may even learn to meet a
stranger without fearing them.

Then one day, you'll be walking,

maybe the first
sunny day of spring,

a car will slow beside you,

door will open,

and someone you know,
maybe even trust will...

That's not possible.

Everyone I trust is dead.