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?
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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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
Okay?
Stop.
Come on, he's a German photojournalist,
you are an American soldier.
USA.
Stop.
Stop!
Stop.
Stop!
USA.
To survive, life must eat life.
No!
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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.
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