Previously on "Condor"...
Why are you spending so much time with Gordon?
I like him. He's a nice guy.
I know you too well to believe that.
I am sorry... I'm sorry.
Pull up a chair. Have breakfast with the Pipers.
We are about to run out of money.
I'll get the money.
On the ground! Get on the fucking ground!
Drop the gun! Drop the weapon!
I sent a SWAT team to Reuel Abbott's house.
What?
He threatened me and my family.
Reuel Abbott?
Talk to Sidney Thrush.
Vasili Sirin jumped.
He reportedly knew Volk's agent in the CIA.
I was going to be killed.
Now we're both dead.
We should have a plan to meet up on the other side.
Union Station. Track 11.
Everyone has something to hide.
As long as you don't hide Sirin.
You got Gordon served to you by a single source inside the SVR
whose identity is known only to you.
Maybe you were the one who was approached.
Gordon fits the mold of a double agent.
Career stalled out, money problems, marital problems.
Which is exactly why they would set him up.
Fuck, man. You really came through for me.
To you, my friend.
Emily said something to me at the hospital.
I asked you to kill the men that killed your uncle.
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I work a lot, so it's just easier to crash on the couch.
And my husband and I are recently divorced...
so there's that.
I'm choosing to trust you, Joe.
Okay.
I have an asset inside the SVR's DC rezidentsiya.
A week ago, he passed me a file
indicating that Gordon Piper was working for the Russians.
Who is your asset there?
The only people that know my source exists
are me, Tracy and now you.
But the identity of my source is only known to me.
- The translation's in the blue folder. - Mm-hmm.
Gordon met with this guy last night
and took a bunch of money from him.
- Who is he? - We don't know.
We had a team on him, but he lost us.
Clearly knows what he's doing,
which means he's probably not a civilian.
I don't want to move until we know who he is,
and we can't wait too long
'cause once Gordon gets wind he's under suspicion
then his handlers will take him out of the US
and the next time we see him
his face will be on a Russian postage stamp.
Yeah.
Why did you come back here?
I thought you said you were out of your element.
I was. I'm not an operative,
but I am a very good analyst, so...
I mean, why do you suddenly care?
I agreed to help Vasili Sirin.
And so his blood is on my hands.
I just need to see this through.
Welcome back.
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You saved my life. Thank you.
I saved my own life. You just happened to be there.
We have to go.
- I'm Tim. I'm your driver. - Hey, Tim.
- Just the one bag? - Traveling light. I'll be right there.
Hi, it's me. I'm going to be leaving town for a while.
Who knows, maybe I'll find my way to Budapest after all.
You know where the key is, if you need a place to stay.
I love you.
Is this your boyfriend's house?
The one I can thank for my clothes.
No. Someone the station doesn't know about.
My occasional lover.
A professor, who is on sabbatical in Spain.
The station knows more than you think.
I was very careful. I have to protect my reputation.
Who does your professor think you are?
Richard knows me as Kathy,
a traveling pharmaceutical rep from Virginia.
Peter the Great organized parties
where someone else played the role of Tsar.
You may be protecting your reputation
but you also enjoy acting.
I am obviously very convincing.
Maybe because there's a grain of truth in your performance.
If you're trying to prove that I still care about you...
the fact that you're still alive should be enough.
But if I was taken in, I would be foolish
and you know I'm not a fool.
When you contact the CIA,
you must not tell them that I helped you.
I would like one more favor.
- I had a date with someone... - Who?
A friend.
Does your friend work for the CIA?
Not anymore.
Shit!
Want to take a shower with me?
I showered last night.
- What? - I showered last night.
You don't know what you're missing out on.
I'm sure I've got a pretty good idea.
- Good morning. - Morning.
Did you get any sleep?
No.
But I think I figured something out.
Hmm.
I need coffee first.
- Do you want some? - Uh, yeah, thanks.
Hey...
Where did you sleep last night?
I'm sorry, I should have called.
- Cream and sugar? - Uh, just black, thank you.
Did you meet someone?
Can we talk about this later?
Yes, we are definitely talking about this later.
Okay, bye.
- Why are you in such a good mood? - I am taking a sick day.
- Are you feeling okay? - I feel incredible.
You should call in sick, too. We can play hookey.
I have a meeting.
- Well, reschedule. - Jesus, Gordon. Come on, stop it...
Let's get a hotel suite, order room service..
And fuck and drink and eat and fuck.
What do you say?
I say that we can't afford a hotel suite.
Yes, we can.
And as the person in this household
most familiar with our personal finances...
I got a little money.
- How much is a little money? - How much... a lot.
- You just said a little. - Size is relative...
Where did this money come from, Gordon?
It's kind of like an advance for my next job.
- You're leaving the agency? - Yeah.
When did you decide this?
Oh God, I've wanted to for years.
I was just afraid to hop off my lily pad
without knowing where I was going to land first.
And where are you landing? Where are we landing?
I don't want to bore you with the details right now. Come on.
Gordon, I don't find details boring.
Remember what I said about you trusting me?
Hi, Arlene. I need to move today's meetings.
I'm taking a day off.
Okay. Let's see what you got.
That is a surveillance photo. I've seen it before.
Yeah, so have I. In Bob's office, the morning I was attacked.
Okay. What's your theory?
What happened to your lip?
I cut it shaving.
When did you start shaving?
I don't know.. a couple of months ago.
- Who taught you? - I found a video on YouTube.
You can learn a lot online.
Yeah, there's also a lot of things on there that aren't true.
Do you ever read any of the stuff about Dad?
I think it would be too painful.
And I don't know if I want to know.
I'd like to preserve what good memories
I still have left of your father.
Yeah. And once you've been down that route,
it's a hard thing to do.
But at least I'm not living a lie.
- You think I'm living a lie? - I was just talking about me.
I'm going go get ready for school.
Fuck!
No, no, no, no, no! That is bullshit!
Saved by the bell. Huh?
I prefer not to make my big comeback.
Grab your stuff.
- Hey. Great. Thanks. - I'll just grab my things.
- Hey, Mom. - Can I get you a coffee? Pop-Tart?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
- Don't forget your boots. - Okay!
Are you going somewhere this weekend?
Cal is taking him camping.
Yeah? Just the two of them?
No, they're going with some of Cal's friends and their sons.
Cal and I have been married for 10 years.
Cal is like a second father to him.
Yeah. No, of course.
- Hey! You're going camping... - Yeah.
- Have fun and be safe, eh? - Okay. Bye, Dad.
- Love you, Bye. - Bye.
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- Hey. Missed anything? - Morning.
Piper's taking the day off.
- Anything else? - He showed up late last night.
- Changed his mind, wants to help. - Help how?
He's going over the files.
- And you think that's a good idea? - You might think so.
- He's taking your side. - What's my side?
He thinks Gordon's been set up.
It's the same photo. From Bob's office.
- You're sure? - Mm-hmm.
I assumed that the file was Bob's
and that the Russians were trying to make it disappear
to protect their mole.
But, what if...? It was put there as a plant.
In the hopes that someone would eventually find it
- to falsely frame Gordon as the mole. - Yes.
Now, the only question would be,
how no one else found it before I did.
That's hardly the only question.
So your source set you up?
Or he was used.
Okay, I have a stupid question.
Why couldn't the Russians and Bob have the same photo?
Maybe Bob had his own source inside the SVR.
If it was leaked to you, why couldn't it be leaked to him?
Right. Uh...
- You okay? - Yeah. It only hurts when I think.
Look, I would love to believe all of this.
And up until last night when Gordon took the money
I thought he was being set up.
And you can plant fake files,
but how do you make an innocent man take a pay-off?
Well, taking money isn't the same as treason.
We still don't know what the money's for,
or who gave it to him.
I'm going to set up a meet with my source
and find out what he knows.
You've been a naughty girl.
What evil deed has come to light?
You and Volk never came back yesterday.
He has been watching you since you arrived.
We ran a case yesterday.
- What case? - The kind you don't talk about.
- Where did you go afterwards? - Home to my place.
- Did you invite him in? - He invited himself.
I'd fuck him. He's handsome.
But maybe you are looking for someone else?
Or maybe I'm not gossiping.
I knew it.
- I am glad you called. - Me too.
- This is a beautiful home. - Well, thank you.
It's not at all what I was expecting.
Really? So, what were you expecting?
Modern American government salary.
Oh.
Did you come from money?
You know, I really love the way that you just...
say anything that comes into your mind.
- I don't know any other way. - Okay.
Well, yes. I inherited a lot of money. Yes.
Since we began dating,
I've been reading a lot about the history of the CIA.
How they would recruit people from elite families.
Are we dating?
- Would you like us to be dating? - Yes. Mm-hmm.
- What... what are you doing? - Rico. Huh?
- Who is Rico? - Rico.
Uh, I have no idea who you're talking about.
The bartender from our honeymoon. C'mon. Rico.
Oh, come on! You're so making this up!
Y'know, I don't like to be too critical of your bad memory because...
it's one of my favorite things about you...
It serves me so well.
- But it's a little worrisome at times. - Fuck you.
He tended the bar at that shack on the beach.
There's a photo of him in our wedding album.
Oh, pl... Now, I know you're lying.
- Okay, where is the wedding album? - I've no idea.
What, now you have no idea where our wedding album is?
That thing should be in a climate-controlled vault
with a state-of-the-art alarm system.
It is. But the location is unknown.
Even to us.
- Rico! Okay. - Oh, my God.
All right, all right. Enough.
Maybe you were on your honeymoon with your other wife.
There's only ever been you, babe.
Aww...
Yeah. Try this on.
Mmm.
- It's true, you know. - What is?
There's only ever been you.
I know.
Gee, thanks.
You already know I feel the exact same way.
Thank you for staying home with me
for no good reason than that I asked you to.
You also know that I cannot say no to you, Gordon.
Well, cheers to that.
I just wish I knew what we were celebrating.
Everything. All of it.
We were so young when we got married.
You know what a colossal fucking mistake that could have been?
Uh, yeah, my mother certainly made the case.
But your mother was wrong. It was the exact right thing to do.
Somehow we both knew it.
Somewhere deep inside where...
you know things before you know them.
I have so many regrets
but none of them are on the same continent as you and the kids.
- I'm sorry. I better shut up. - No no.
Come here.
I love you so much.
I'll do something just for you, baby.
- I have to head out for a couple of hours. - Okay.
Keep an eye on Encyclopedia Brown.
Make sure he doesn't eat your Pad Thai leftovers.
- Dance with me. - No, I have... I have two left feet.
I don't believe that for a second.
Come on. This way we can
break the ice instead of going straight to kissing.
Can I put my hand this way?
- That's good. - Thank you.
What is that?
I think it was...
- Shall we go see? - Mm-hmm.
It's a songbird.
He's confused. He thinks he's outside.
What do we do?
Aww...
Is it dead?
Ah...
Oh.
I'm hungry.
How do you feed yourself?
I'm pretty handy with a microwave.
We're going to the supermarket.
I'm making you lunch. And maybe dinner.
The reason rumors have persisted
about the near-plague epidemic of 2018...
is the Special Commission's report
exonerating the CIA was... well... unconvincing.
We are expected to believe that
nobody above middle management was involved in this thing.
Not to mention anyone lucky enough to still be alive.
Shall we examine the body count?
Elden Loramer, CIA. Dead.
His wife Iris. Dead.
Sam Barber, CIA. Dead.
Marty Frost, retired CIA. Dead.
Gareth Minor, White Sands CEO. Dead.
Caleb Wolfe, Information activist. Dead.
And let's not forget the 11 dead CIA analysts in Georgetown.
Oh, my God!
Oh, Azucena!
Oh! Oh, you scared the shit out of me!
Sorry to scare you. I am so sorry. I didn't think you were home.
No, no, no. It's my fault. It's Thursday. I'm sorry.
Oh, I think I just need to get out of the house.
I was feeling all cooped-up.
- You're out of detergent. - Okay. I'll get some.
Thanks.
Are you hungry?
Huh? Uh... yeah.
Well, we use reflective surfaces. Windows, puddles, cars.
It's the part of the brain that never stops working.
It is always uneasy, searching, scanning.
When I was a young man it was drilled into me
that if I lowered my defenses, I might die... or worse.
It's what we call "tradecraft".
Oh.
So... so, when you're driving...
are you checking to see if you're being... what's the word?
Tailed?
If I'm driving or walking... mm-hmm.
And have you ever spotted a tail?
Mmm... not in decades.
But you have spotted them? These tails?
Yes, many times. Mm-hmm.
- Are you just trying to turn me on? - Is it working?
I hope so.
I want to believe that Gordon is innocent, but...
it's getting really difficult.
I've been where you are.
Facing a possibility that a... good friend is a traitor.
You know someone as long as I've known Gordon
you can believe what your eyes see, trust your own judgment.
Which is not always easy,
when you feel like you've missed something
sitting right in front of you.
- Are you talking about Sam Barber? - Yeah.
- You two were close, huh? - Yeah, he was my best friend.
Is it weird for you that I'm dating Mae?
No. No, I'm happy for you both.
She needed to get over Sam...
and you're good for each other.
Do me a favor and tell her that, huh?
It's Eva. You know what to do.
Hey, it's Mae.
I thought about your offer and I don't want to pursue it.
I need to try and get past this.
I think talking to Senator Thrush
would just reopen old wounds at this point, but...
Thanks anyway. I really appreciate it. Bye.
It's Eva. You know what to do.
It's me again. Forget my last message.
Ready?
- The ambulance. - What ambulance?
- How'd they get it? - How'd who get it?
You need to set up a database..
Stolen ambulances and ambulance rentals in DC,
Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia and the Carolinas.
Do it now.
- You all right? - Oh, yeah. It's just a headache.
When was the last time you got some sleep?
It's been a while. I could probably do with a nap, but I'm fine.
I'll drop you off at Mae's.
- You can get some rest. - Oh, no, no, no.
I'll call you if we get a hit. Come on.
I'm going home.
Where are you trying to sneak in?
I'm going home to sleep.
Someone was watching me yesterday.
- Do you want to keep me company? - I have a meeting.
- It's your loss. - Maybe I'll come later.
Maybe I'll already be asleep.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't feel safe. I can't sleep at night. I feel like they know.
You are safe. Not even my own people know who you are.
It's not your people that I'm worried about.
Please.
Surely I have repaid my debt to you by now.
- We can cool it off for a couple of weeks. - No, I can't...
I didn't put you in this situation, Polina.
I'm scared.
Here. You look cold. This'll warm you up.
Now tell me... do you know who this is?
The guy who made the pay-off to Piper was Lior Lishkott.
He's ex-Mossad.
He has his own private security company in Tyson's Corner.
Okay. Maybe Gordon's going to work for him
in the private sector and that was just...
advancing him some cash.
The Israelis couldn't prove it, but they suspected
that Lishkott was doubling for the SVR.
So they shot Candon for it.
- I got a warrant and the FBI wants... - Wait.
C'mon, Tracy.
Gordon took money from a Russian intelligence agent.
- No more waiting. - I agree.
Can you do me a favor?
There you go, babe. See?
- Who's that? - That, son, is Rico.
That is so weird,
seeing yourself in a photograph you do not remember taking.
Pizza's here.
Hey. This is a surprise. Come on in.
- I'm here for work. - What does that mean?
I asked them to let me be the one to come and get you.
You asked who?
I thought it would be less invasive, less embarrassing.
- Tracy, what the fuck are you talking about? - Lior Lishkott.
- What about him? - You took money from him.
- I can explain that. - Yeah, you'll get a chance to.
- He offered me a job. - You have a job.
At least you had one.
- Are you fucking serious? - You think I'd joke about this?
Oh, yeah, that was in the winter, last...
- When we went to go hiking. - You've got your dad's eyes.
I have to go. It's work.
I'll see you... I'm not sure...
- Gordon? - Yup.
Gordon. What is going on?
They want to ask me some questions.
Who wants to ask you some questions?
About the money.
Tracy, what is going on?
Don't ask him. He's not here as a friend.
Come here. Look, it's gonna be okay.
What did you do, Gordon?
Gordon, what the fuck did you do?
- Don't fucking touch me, man. - Tracy, what...
I didn't do this. You did this to yourself.
Fuck you!
You did that to yourself, too.
We're here.
What the hell happened to you earlier? I waited an hour.
I was followed.
- By whom? - The Americans.
They were at the marina when I met with Piper. What's going on?
- Did you lose them? - Eventually.
- Did you use me to set Piper up? - Yes.
Why didn't you tell me?
It wasn't of operational significance for you to know.
You are going to have to go away for a while.
Fuck.
The Americans will be looking for you.
What am I supposed to tell my wife?
Hey, how long do I have to go away for?
I was trying to get in touch with you, man.
Sorry. I couldn't get away until now.
Is it safe to talk?
Yeah. We're alone.
- Is your arm okay? - Yeah, I'm gonna live.
Two of my guys didn't make it.
You know that? They have families.
They'll be taken care of. There's an Agency slush fund.
That was a very dirty job, even for the Agency.
We need to stay focused and just wipe everything down.
Yeah.
- Where did you get the ambulance? - Rented it.
- You rented it? - I told them we were making a movie.
- Did you use your real name? - You said to go fast.
It was too fast. I told you that.
And that boy of yours, he had real skills.
You said it was an easy job. That was not an easy job.
- I got bad intel. - Who the fuck was that guy?
Russian intelligence officer.
- Your friend. The one who's alive. - Yeah, let's see him.
Do you trust him?
Is he gonna tell anyone my name?
He doesn't know your name.
Where's the burner we've been using?
Hold on.
The agency better fucking take care of their...
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