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?
Well, 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 not on a safe channel.
I'm gonna give you an address.
The Pipers are having one of their parties tomorrow.
I thought maybe we could 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 that he can identify a mole within the CIA.
American assets were ambushed and killed in Ukraine yesterday.
Vasili Sirin may be our best lead, I need him here, in America.
I'm making an introduction, which I've done, now I'm leaving...
Without your help, Vasili Sirin is dead.
Bob's dead. I spoke to the Deputy Director,
our flight leaves in five hours.
We should have a plan to meet up on 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 don't... I don't 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, OK?
(BEAN BAG SHOT)
(SIRENS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(COUGHING)
(SCREAM)
You guys all right back there?
Don't move.
(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 OK?
I don't know. It doesn't feel right... being back.
You can tell me whatever it is you're thinking, Joe.
I think Bob's death is more complicated than it looks.
More complicated than suicide?
Nothing is ever what it seems in this place, Mae. 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.
There'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're looking for a clean answer. I know what that's like.
Would you rather think that Sam died 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 is very happy,
so, if I had 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 the last time
that I had an honest conversation like this with anyone.
_
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 this shit up. Ask your pal here.
He knows what our government is capable of. Don't you, Barber?
He's read the Frost dossier.
That shit was a hoax.
You ever read the Hornbill Commission's 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 wanna believe in consoling national myths
like the Hornbill Commission and...
social mobility... fine... then we should
all just accept that Bob Partridge killed himself.
Can we please just buy an eighth, dude?
He's a 23-year-old man 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 off 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 socialize 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.
Well, you've got quite the imagination yourself.
Using Joe Turner of all people.
It's no wonder the Russians outplayed you.
I used to think you acted out of malice, but...
this is a much more human and ordinary type of incompetence.
And I couldn't help but notice that you didn't file your report
until only after your operation failed.
I didn't know who I could trust
and turns out I had a good reason to be concerned.
And it didn't occur to you that my department's entire mission
is to handle a case exactly like this?
- Well, under the circumstances... - What circumstances?
That I've been doing 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's treachery is getting people killed
and causing other damage in ways we cannot begin to know.
So, as much as we may dislike each other personally...
I don't have a personal opinion about you.
OK. So, 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.
- Do 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... I packed in a bit of a rush.
You know, it's OK, 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. - Right.
Is that one of my dad's suits?
Yeah, yeah, I didn't pack one. I forgot the man was a giant.
I'll just get my stuff and get out of here.
Hey. Let's hang out. I haven't seen you in a long time.
I got 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? - All right, I'll see you later, OK.
- Uncle Joe. - Hey! How you doing, buddy?
Oh. No amount of tailoring is gonna make that suit fit.
Are you all right? 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.
Ask to borrow one of my uncle's suits for my uncle's 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.
I'm sorry to ask this, um,
- I didn't bring a suit. - Oh, Joe.
Well, you can come to the house and borrow one of Bob's.
- Are you sure? - Of course.
I won't be here, I've got to get my hair done.
The key is under the flower pot. I'll see you later.
- OK. - Bye.
(SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT)
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? - Sorry. I was in Bob's office.
- You've been here the whole time? - I got hit on the head.
You what?
Excuse me, Robert. Please find Mae Barber for me. 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.
OK. How many fingers am I holding up?
Two, really I'm fine, I just need a second to get my bearings.
- You need to have 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's fine, I don't care. I'm just glad you're OK.
- You are OK, right? - Yes, fine just...
You must be Joe. Tracy Crane. Everybody's been looking for you.
He hit his head.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just need a second to... Thank you...
- I'm gonna get you an ice pack. - OK.
- Would 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, babe, this is an '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 it all worked out for you.
- This is 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, 'cause that'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.
So, Lily, you raided the wine cellar, uh?
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 absolutely the right thing to do. Come on, babe.
- Who's 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, he was...
the last of his kind.
Yeha. Thank you. Um... yeah, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Excuse me.
Hey? Are you OK?
Yeah, yeah, I just need to use the bathroom, so, sorry.
Blow it away from me, dude.
- Give me that. - How do I look?
Really stoned. Everybody's 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 where 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, you know, 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)
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 the man was a true 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 all right, 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. - Yeah? Maybe Dad was a fucking criminal.
Jesus, fucking shit! You two 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.
Bye.
- 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 and...
- 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
any 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. Sorry. Come on. - Oh, sorry. Excuse me.
- 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 drive.
- 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 home. See? Problem solved.
Everything doesn't have to be a fight.
No, it's just the one thing I asked you to do.
- I'm gonna build a time machine. - Oh, go fuck yourself!
Why do you have to go from door mat to bitch so fast?
Because you're a fucking cock.
Hey.
- 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 is about it. Yeah.
- And you're home, Duchess. - Aren't we dropping Joe off?
- I'm dropping Joe off. - Hey, I can just walk.
- I'll drive you. - Really.
Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt a marital spat.
It's all good.
We never really got a chance to talk shop.
Oh. Were we going to?
- I was hoping to pick your brain. - Sure.
You planning to test the professional waters
while you are back in D.C.?
No, I'm not... I'm not interested
in going back to work for the Agency.
No, of course not, no, no. 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.
Well, you know, I've had some offers,
but nothing that I would seriously consider.
Well, 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 pancakes with the kids,
Bloody Marys for the adults.
- Yeah, maybe. - Great! I'll see you then.
Yeah.
Cheers, Bob.
(SHOE SHINING)
Hey.
- Hey. Is Sammy OK? - I think so.
- The rest of us may be in danger. - Especially our shoes.
- Are you OK? - 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... I'm fine. I'm just gonna...
OK.
Be careful.
(HORNS HONKING)
Shit.
A senior CIA officer has been turned by the SVR.
The information leaked by him has already
resulted in the deaths of several American assets.
... sorry one more fucking time...
I'm tired of having to feel ashamed of your damn behavior.
I'm sorry, Gordon.
Yeah, me too.
- I wish you had faith in me. - I do.
No, 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 of the past.
- I want the past to be there as well. - I'd like that.
But you gotta believe in me.
Gordon, come on, honey, you know I believe in you, you know I do.
- Yeah? - Yes.
Of course, always.
- Gordon... come on... come on... - You're incredibly gorgeous.
- Think about the kids. - The kids are asleep. We are all alone.
And we never got to take that ride in the car.
- Oh, my God... hold on. - Come on.
- Oh, you're such an asshole, Gordon. - Whatever works.
- Shut up. - OK, good deal.
We should talk.
- I was just about... - Not here.
All right.
(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's an embed from 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 seat.
Let's talk.
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