- [Narrator] Previously on "Condor".
- You said they took him.
They didn't kill him?
- I don't know.
- [Mae] Sammy's got a lot of anger.
- Against Reuel Abbott?
- He thinks he was involved in his father's death.
- I don't want it to be something that can just wash away
or grow back.
I want it to be permanent.
- You here to volunteer?
- I haven't seen you around before.
- My first time.
- If I give you my number, will you call me?
- Absolutely.
- Why were you watching Piper?
- There was a file on Gordon in Bob Partridge's home office.
- He has an alarm system.
We will give you something to spray
on the key pad at brunch.
- I'm not doing anything.
I've told you everything that I know.
- You know why I think you'll do it?
You have a hard time walking away from a fight.
- At some point, a man in this job learns
it's all just a chess match.
- Fuck the agency.
(laughs)
- [Robin] So what did you learn?
He's erratic. He's emotional.
He's bad with money.
He's the perfect candidate for recruitment by foreign power.
- Thank you.
Doors open if you ever wanna feel useful.
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- [Mae] How was the drink?
- Isn't that what sailors call the ocean?
The drink.
- That and bourbon.
- Gordon always did like his booze.
- Hey, I just saw Sammy riding his bike.
Where's he up to so late?
- I don't know.
He's 17.
- 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.
- What other reason would I have
for wanting to spend time with him?
- Back to my original question.
- You're being paranoid.
- I've been feeling paranoid.
Sitting here replaying things in my mind.
- [Joe] What things?
- Like this morning
when you said you were coming to church with us.
And then afterwards,
when you got us invited for brunch at Eva and Gordon's
- He invited us!
- The car accident that you got into
on your way home from the airport.
You missing Bob's funeral because you hit your head.
Any of those things on their own wouldn't mean much
but when you put them together...
Remember how bad you used to feel when you work
for the CIA and you couldn't tell anybody what you did?
- I'm not in the CIA.
- Remember how much you used to hate lying?
- Still hate lying.
Then I guess I'm just being paranoid.
Goodnight.
- Mae.
After Bob died, I was asked to step in
to help an asset of his that was in trouble.
It was temporary.
That's why I came home.
I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the truth.
And what about Gordon?
Are you working with him?
- No.
- So you're not back with the agency?
- Like I said, it was temporary.
- For someone that hates lying,
you're really good at it Joe.
Maybe you're so good at it you can lie to yourself.
Goodnight.
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(telephone dialing)
- [Reuel] Hello?
- [Holly] Who's this?
It's Reuel Abbot from earlier today.
- Oh CIA man, I was hoping you'd call.
I wasn't expecting it to be so soon.
Well, I was actually planning on waiting but-
- Waiting is a young person's game.
So how are things over at the CIA?
I think I should probably tell you
that I really do work for the CIA.
- You're the deputy director.
You're also the most famous person
named Reuel on the internet.
I Googled you on my break.
- I hope you haven't read too much
of what the internet has to say
about me
because it's not great.
- Well let's face it.
The internet has gotten out of control.
I mean I can't look away
but if I took any of it too seriously,
I'd never leave my house.
Well, you know, all of human kinds of best tools
are really like that.
Double-edged sword.
You know, fire cooks our food and heats our homes
and at the same time engulfs entire cities in flames.
- Is everybody at the CIA as philosophical as you?
- James Angleton was a poet.
He was close friends with Ezra Pound.
- But Pound was a fascist.
- Nobody's perfect.
- [Joe] What the fuck do you tell yourself
that you do for a living?
- The most that any one person can do morality wise
is to have his own tribe of people
that he'd be willing to die for.
(grunts)
(loud thud)
- Police!
Don't move! Get your hands up behind your head right now!
Get on the fucking ground!
Drop the gun! Drop the weapon!
Don't you fucking move! Where's your wife?
- My wife?
- We know she's in the house.
- My wife is dead.
- Where's the body?
Where is she?
- Buried in Rock Creek Cemetery.
She's been dead for two years.
What the hell are you doing in my house?
(drill whirring)
- Mr Abbot.
Are you okay?
- Yes I'm fine.
Tell me what you heard.
- You were swatted.
- Like a fly.
- It's a harassment tactic.
Someone called 911 and said they were hiding in your closet
while you were holding your wife at gunpoint.
- Can you hold it back down there please for a minute?
We're talking.
Thank you.
- And they didn't even think to look into my marital status
or my wife's earthen status before kicking down my door.
- Swatting is a new phenomenon.
They're still figuring out how to deal with it.
- Clearly.
- The CIMC thinks it could have been the Russians
or North Koreans.
- But you don't think so?
- No, this feels personal.
- You would even say childish.
- [Mae] Sammy!
Sammy!
- All right, just hold here.
- [Gordon] Okay, I got it.
- [Mae] Thank you.
- I'm seeing a lot of you lately.
Morning pal.
- Morning.
- Just getting up patched up here.
- Sammy, you're going to be late.
- How are you feeling?
- Eh.
- Yeah, we did a little drinking last night.
- I heard.
I'm sure Eva loved you coming home plastered.
- Well, we made up.
- Don't be gross. There's a child sitting here.
- What no, no, no. You misunderstand.
What I was saying was, we had the sex.
- Sammy!
All right Gord, good to go.
- Good as new.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- See you later.
What are you doing today?
- I don't know.
Nursing this hangover you gave me.
- Whoa, don't blame me.
Each man's hangover is his own responsibility.
- True enough. See you later.
- Bye.
- I'm sorry about last night.
- Yeah, me too.
- Good morning.
- You only have time for a bowl of cereal.
- I'm not hungry.
- You feeling all right?
(retches)
Oh whoa, why do you smell like alcohol?
(vomits)
Oh my God.
Oh my God, have you been drinking?
- Who were you drinking with?
- Nobody.
- You got drunk by yourself?
Well, is this something that happens a lot?
Why?
- I don't know.
Go to your room.
And hydrate.
(sighs)
(phone rings)
- Hey.
- [Joe] Hi Aunt Lily. How're you doing?
- Ah, you know.
As well as can be expected.
- Yeah, do you want to grab dinner or something?
- I'd love that.
- Hey.
- How's your hand idiot?
I'm sorry, not you.
You said in your message, there was a problem.
Um, are you sure?
I'm going to have to call you back.
Thank you.
- What'd I do?
- I signed up for meal train for Lily.
I was having food delivered today
and the restaurant just called to tell me
that our visa got declined.
How is that even possible?
I just paid it.
- Yeah, I meant to tell you about that.
- I got stuck with a bill at dinner last Monday.
- Is it a stupid question to ask why?
- Well, we can't split the bill nine ways
so we play credit card roulette.
I had a bad run of luck.
- Run?
- Yeah, last two.
- Oh my!
You know, maybe you just can't afford
to go to this dinner anymore.
It's business.
It'll all even out over 162 games.
- What the fuck does that even mean?
- It means use the MasterCard.
It's still good.
- Hi, this is April Piper again.
Yeah, I'm so sorry.
Our visa got stolen.
Do you still have my other card on file?
Thanks.
Hey, hey.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Okay.
- So, the caravan is coming to look at the house on Tuesday.
- A caravan? Like a bunch of camels?
(laughs)
- Real estate agents
and I'm going to a few hours in the morning to-
- Real estate agents? Why?
Gordon, we are about to run out of money.
- We're not selling this house.
- We have been through this.
If we don't sell the house-
- I'll get the money.
- How?
- I'll figure it out.
- Oh my honey. Your optimism.
- Hey, pull up a chair.
Breakfast with The Pipers.
- I didn't realize you were such a voyeur.
- Well, since my divorce I haven't had a life
so this is my entertainment.
- You didn't have a life when you're married either.
- Well, that is low.
Lucky for you, I am not afraid of a little self knowledge.
Not like your friend over here 'cause he is a fucking mess.
Cruller?
- I would've thought a cop would be more sensitive
about eating donuts in front of people.
(laughs)
- Fuck you.
I am the head of counter espionage.
- You are an FBI agent stationed inside the CIA.
To us, you're just a cop.
- I am sensing some hostility from you this morning.
(sighs)
- What did I miss?
- They fight, they fuck.
They fight, they fuck.
- Some couples just run hot.
- Maybe you're too close to them.
Maybe you should recuse yourself.
- Just want to get to the truth.
- Yeah and you want the truth to be
that your friend is innocent.
- Because I believe that is the truth.
- Based on what?
- Based on years of friendship.
- You say that as if it's an advantage
when it is so clearly a weakness.
I mean, we got Gordon from two separate sources.
- One who's dead
and the other is inside Russian intelligence
known only to you.
- Is that what this is about?
That I haven't shared my source with you?
- I can't rate the intel if I can't judge the source.
How do you expect me to trust that?
- I expect you to trust me and I trust the source.
- Do you ever think that
maybe the Russians are setting Gordon up?
- Gordon fits the mold of a double agent.
Career stalled out, money problems, marital problems
and probably a bunch of other fucking problems
that science hasn't even discovered yet.
- Which is exactly why they would set him up.
- Or maybe it's why he was approached in the first place.
- Maybe you were the one that was approached.
- Me?
- You got Gordon served to you on a silver platter
by a single source inside the SVR
whose identity is known only to you?
And you can't tell me that you're not predisposed
to suspect a man who appears to be living a double life.
- Fuck you.
- We've all got weakness.
As long as we understand it as well as our enemy does.
- Bring up the laundry room.
- Standby.
- Are we getting this?
- We don't have that phone.
It must be a burner.
- Hey, it's me.
Listen, I'm gonna need an advance on our arrangement.
I'll make it up to you-
I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.
- Hey, how are you feeling?
I'm not feeling so great this morning either.
- I know you told my mom
that you were going to look after me today
but I'm 17 and I don't need a babysitter.
(blender whirring)
- You know, by the time I was 17,
I'd already been away from home for three years.
- What?
- Boarding school.
Hey, you ever try your dad's hangover cure?
Tastes like shit but it works.
Go on, try it.
It will make you feel better.
- You forgot the mustard.
- Sorry.
- It's just mustard.
I guess when you do the kind of shit that my dad did,
I need a pretty reliable hangover cure.
- Hey, Sammy, there's something I wanna show you.
- Maybe some other time, thanks.
- I want to tell you about the day your dad died.
(indistinct chatter)
(children playing)
- Your dad was the best friend that I ever had
and he proved it to me right there.
(car screeching)
- Get in!
(gun fires)
If he'd have been one second later,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
(gun shot) (groans)
He traded his life for mine Sam.
(indistinct chatter)
That's a debt that I can't repay.
All I can do is look after his family,
which is what he would've wanted.
- Maybe.
Maybe you didn't know him at all.
- I knew him.
- Even after knowing what he tried to do?
- Yeah, yeah.
- And I judge him for it too Sammy.
But after the things that I did-
(woman screaming)
- What kind of things?
(woman screams)
After your dad was killed,
I went to the home of this woman, Kathy Hale.
To protect myself, I had to forcibly restrain her.
She was killed
(gun firing)
because of me.
- All we can do is wrestle with our demons.
I hope that we win more often than we lose.
- I sent a SWAT team to Reuel Abbot's house.
- What?
- Last night.
- Oh! Sammy, they're going to trace it back to you.
- Nah, nah. I was careful.
- No-
- I bought a burner with cash at a place
where they don't ask for ID and I got rid of the phone.
I'm thinking I should turn myself in.
- No, no, no.
(exhales deeply)
- If I don't take responsibility,
then how am I any different from him?
- Oh Sammy, you're nothing like Reuel Abbot.
(laughs)
- I mean my dad.
- Don't let one mistake ruin your life.
Instead, learn from it.
Don't be so stupid again.
God, I would've loved to seen the look
on that son of a bitch's face
when the SWAT team came through the door.
- Are you gonna stay?
- You know, maybe I haven't really been honest
with anybody about why I came back here.
- Why did you come back?
- I'm still figuring that out.
(beeping)
(gate creaks open)
- Hey, where you been all day?
- I've been dealing with some things off-site.
Let's get dinner.
- I can't, I got a business dinner.
- Fuck it, move it.
Let's get shit faced.
- I can't, sorry pal.
- Must be a big meeting.
- Yeah, I think it could be.
- Okay, then.
Good luck.
- Thanks pal.
- Sorry I'm late.
Who's this?
- Don't worry about her.
I need you to sign it.
- She's my type.
- Go away.
- Down here.
Want a drink?
- [Lior] I'm okay.
- Really?
Fuck man, you really came through for me.
Wow.
If you don't mind, I'm having-
- Tell me you think that's his bookie.
I'm sorry Trace.
I have to make some calls.
Hey, do you have a second?
(cocks gun)
- So we'd be at lunch.
And Bob would see one of his counterparts
working at the Russian embassy under diplomatic cover
and he'd have the guy paged.
"Would Boris Ustinov from the KGB,
please come to the front desk."
(laughs)
I don't know.
It just seemed more of a game back then.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
People died.
People died but they weren't our people.
They were nameless, faceless, very far away.
- There was something.
You said something to me at the hospital.
You probably don't remember but-
- I asked you to kill the men that killed your uncle.
That is not something I would forget.
- So you meant it?
- I meant it.
I mean it.
(exhales deeply)
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