Previously on Condor...
You said they took him. But they didn't kill him...
I don't know.
- What happens? - We need a lie detector test.
What would you do if Vasily Sirin contacted you?
Obey your orders.
Sammy's got a lot of anger against Reuel Abbott.
He thinks he was involved with his father's death.
I don't want it to be something that can just wash away and 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's a file on Gordon in Bob Partridge's home office.
He has an alarm system.
We'll give you something to spray on the keypad at brunch.
- I'm not doing anything. - I 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!
So, what did you learn?
He's erratic. He's emotional. He's bad with money.
He's the perfect candidate for recruitment by a foreign power.
Thank you.
Door's open. Ìf you ever wanna feel useful.
How was the drink?
You know that 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 off 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?
That's my original question
You're being paranoid. - I'm feeling paranoid.
Sitting here replaying things in my mind. - What things?
Like this morning you said you were coming to church with us
and then afterwards 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.
Either of those things on their own wouldn't mean much
but when you put them together...
Do you remember how bad you used to feel when you worked 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?
I still hate lying.
Then I guess I'm just being paranoid. Good night.
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 very good at it, Joe.
Maybe you're so good at it you can lie to yourself. Good night.
Hello? - Who is it?
It's Reuel Abbott, from earlier today. - The 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... you know...
Waiting is a young person's game. How are things over at the CIA?
I think I should probably tell you that I really do work for the CIA.
You are 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.
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 kind's best tools are really like that.
Double edged sword. Fire cooks our food and heats our homes
and at the same time engulfs entire cities in flames.
Is everyone at the CIA as philosophical as you?
James Angleton was a poet. He was a close friends with Ezra Pound.
Pound was a fascist. - Nobody's perfect.
Who shot you?
- Do you call yourself "Cat" now? - Did you mess up my stuff?
Americans can't say Yekaterina.
Do you let it sit?
It's too dangerous to take it out. Then the artery may burst.
Sasha got lead poisoning from a bullet several years after he was shot.
What are you trying to say?
I had nowhere to go. They were going to kill me.
Now they will kill both of us.
So.
Get up.
There is menswear there.
Katja ... Do you have a girlfriend?
Now get dressed.
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.
- We have the same size. - He was bigger.
There's $10,000 and a gun.
Are you abandoning me?
I arranged your leg and gave you my escape bag. That must be enough.
Police! Hands up!
Don't you fucking move! Where's your wife?
My wife? - Who else is 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?
Excuse me.
Mr. Abbott?
Are you OK? - 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 earthly status
before kicking down my door?
Swatting's a new phenomenom.
They're still figuring out how to deal with it.
Clearly.
The CIMC thinks that it could have been the Russians or North Koreans.
But you don't think so.
No. This feels personal.
You would even say childish.
Sammy!
All right. Just hold here... OK.
- Hey. I'm seeing a lot of you lately.
Morning pal. -Morning.
Just getting patched up here.
Sammy! You're gonna be late.
How're you feeling?
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.
No, you misunderstand. What I was saying was, we had sex.
Sammy!
All rights. Gord's 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.
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. - Good morning You can have a bowl of cereal.
I'm not hungry.
Are you feeling all right?
Why do you smell like alcohol?
Oh my God! Have you been drinking?
Who were you drinking with?
Nobody.
You got drunk by yourself? What, does this happen a lot? Why?!
I don't know. - Go to your room!
And hydrate.
Hey. - Hi, Lily. How you doing?
You know. As well as can be expected.
Shall we have dinner or something? - I'd love that.
How's your hand, idiot?
Sorry, not you.
You said in your message there was a problem.
Are you sure?
I'm gonna have to call you back. Thank you.
What did 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 the bill at dinner last Monday.
Is it a stupid question to ask why?
Well, we can't split the bill nine ways so we played credit card roulette.
I had a bad run of luck.
Run? - Last two.
Maybe you just can't afford to go to this dinner any more.
It's business. It'll all even out over 162 games.
What the fuck does that even mean? - Use the Mastercard. It's still good.
Hi, this is Eva Piper again. I'm so sorry, our Visa got stolen.
Do you still have my other card on file? Thanks.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
So the caravan is coming to look at the house on Tuesday.
The caravan? With a bunch of camels?
Real estate agents. I'm gonna need 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 though this. If we don't sell the house...
I'll get the money. - How?
I'll figure it out. Ye gods honey, your optimism...
Hey, pull up a chair. Breakfast at the Pipers.
I didn't realise you were such a voyeur.
I'm divorced. I haven't had a life, so this is my entertainment.
You didn't have a life when you were married either.
Lucky for you, I'm not afraid of a little self-knowledge.
Not like your friend over here, 'cos he is a fucking mess.
Cruller?
I would have thought a cop would be more sensitive about eating donuts in front of people.
Fuck you. I'm the head of counter-espionage.
You're an FBI agent stationed inside the CIA. For us, you're just a cop.
I am sensing some hostility from you this morning.
What have I missed?
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.
I just want to get to the truth.
And and you want the truth to be that your friend is innocent.
That's because I believe that 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.
We've 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 have not shared my source with you?
Can't rate the intel if I can't judge the source.
And how do you expect me to trust that?
I expect you to trust me. And I trust the source.
Did 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 that'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.
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. - Stand by.
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.
Great.
- Are you still here? - You look nice.
You don't love me anymore.
You were my superior. You had power over me. Is it love?
You've been with Americans for so long that you think like them.
I was there, Katja. I loved you very much and you loved me.
Don't take it from me.
I have to say you came. I'm saying you threatened me with a gun.
You also have to tie me up. Use your brain! People are looking for you.
I can't handle more lie detectors.
We are a threat to each other.
So let's help each other.
The dead cannot help the living.
Admit that you want to stay here.
I'm going home after completing the mission.
I do not believe you.
I've been looking at your stuff. You thrive here.
Is that your persuasion tactic?
"Help me so you can stay in the United States."
- You wanted to get rich. - And chased the rest of my life.
People are coming soon.
- Then you send me to my death. - No, you did it yourself.
Hey. How are you feeling?
I'm not feeling so great this morning either.
I know you told my Mom that you were gonna look after me today
but I'm 17 and I don't need a babysitter.
You know, by the time I was 17, I had
already been away from home for three years.
What? - Boarding school.
Hey, you ever try your dad's hangover cure?
It tastes like shit, but it works.
Go on, try it, it will make youl feel better.
You forgot the mustard. - That's it!
Sorry. - It's just mustard.
I guess when you do the kind of shit that my dad did
you need a pretty reliable hangover cure.
Sammy there's something I want to show you. - Maybe some other time. Thanks.
I want to tell you about the day your dad died.
Vasily Sirin has jumped off. He left Vienna and traveled here.
I thought so.
He knows who Volk's double agent in the CIA is
and has sold the information.
We tried to arrest him, but he escaped.
- Where are we going? - I have an errand.
Your dad was the best friend that I ever had.
and he proved it to me right there.
Get in!
If he had been one a second later, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
He traded his life for mine, Sammy.
That's a debt that I can't repay.
All I can do is look after his family. Which is what he would have wanted.
Maybe. Or maybe you didn't know him at all.
I knew him. - Even after knowing what he tried to do?
Yeah. And I judge him for it too, Sammy.
But after the things that I did...
No!
What kind of things?
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...
...because of me.
All we can do is wrestle with our demons.
And hope that we win more often than we lose.
I sent a SWAT team to Reuel Abbott's house.
What? - Last night.
Sammy, they're gonna trace it back to... - No, I was careful.
I bought a burner with cash at a place where they don't ask for ID.
And I got rid of the phone.
I've been thinking I should turn myself in. -No, no, no.
If I don't take responsibility, then how am I any different from him?
Sammy, you're nothing like Reuel Abbott!
I meant my dad.
Don't let one mistake ruin your life. Instead, learn from it.
Don't be so stupid again.
I would have loved to see the look on the sonofabitch's
face when the SWAT team came through the door.
Are you going to 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.
7–4–8–0.
Hey. Where have you been all day?
I've been dealing with some things onsite. Let's get dinner.
I can't, I got a business dinner. - Fuck it. Move it. Let's get shitfaced.
I can't. Sorry, pal.
It must be a big meeting. - Yeah, I think it could be.
Good. Good luck. - Thanks, pal.
Something to drink?
I don't drink.
Well, I need one.
Are we waiting for someone?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm trying to decide if I can trust you or not.
You take me to a secluded house you drink -
- and you're just legally close to me. Who should trust who right now?
Just legally close?
You have nothing to fear from me.
I don't turn on women. - What a gentleman.
Sorry I'm late.
Who is this? - Don't worry about her.
I'll need you to sign for it.
- She's just my type. - Go away.
What was that about?
Down here.
Do you want a drink? - I'm OK.
Fuck, man. You really came through for me.
Tell meyou think that's his bookie?
I'm sorry. Trace.
I have to make some calls.
Hey. Do you have a minute?
Take it, my friend.
Sorry, I scared you by taking you all the way out.
- You're making me nervous. - It's because you have secrets.
Everyone has secrets.
What is crucial is that it has nothing to do with Vasily Sirin.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm considering buying a house here in Washington.
- How are you doing here in the area? - Nice.
I want to learn a little about the real estate market. May I come in?
You lied to me.
You said you don't drink.
As I said, I was nervous. Do you want one?
- May I look around? - Of course.
It's a big house.
Yes, I was lucky!
Are these the original wall panels?
I think so.
Nice views.
- You have a beautiful home. - Thank you.
I'm actually disappointed.
I didn't think it was my residence that interested you.
I'm not prepared for that.
- I understand. - Let me help you.
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."
I don't know, it seemed more of a game back then.
Don't get me wrong: people died. People died but they weren't our people.
They were nameless, faceless and very far away.
Eva, 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.