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Previously on Condor...

Joe, are you okay

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!

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.

-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

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

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 I woke 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

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 at ComQuest Field
before he could harm Americans.

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

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.

00?"

"Are you late
or standing me up?"

08.

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.