Condor

Previously on Condor...

Joe's in the wind. Everyone else is dead.

I recruited Sarah Tan.

I also removed any reference to your relationship.

For everyone in that office, it's just another job,

but you're personally interested in the truth.

Joe Turner is like a son to me,

and there's no doubt in mind that he didn't do those things.

- How long ago did you breakup with what's-her-face? - Who's "what's-her-face"?

- Janice, the girl you're still bent out of shape over. - Six years ago.

Finding Joe a girl. She's perfect for you.

- And you're matched. - To Kathy H.

Mad is what I get when someone shows up 45 minutes late to a date.

I have to feed my neighbor's cat.

If you let me use your laptop, I promise I will feed the neighbor's cat.

I know it's asking a lot for you to step aside and let Marty Frost

handle this investigation.

- Bob? - Get out now.

We gotta... God!

Hey, don't move! Need a clearance check on a first name "Gabrielle"...

- Joubert. - Confirmed.

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

Fuck.

Oh, God.

Oh!

Jesus.

At least now we can feed you.

Yeah, everything, any and all red flags.

I don't care how minor, broken windows, stolen cars...

I've been holding for 10 minutes, okay?

Listen, I need check points at Cleveland...

Yeah, yeah, for sure. I know what I need to do...

- I got my guy... - All right, Boyd, tell me what you have.

Well, there are signs of a struggle.

Can of pepper spray on the floor beside a carton of spilled milk.

There's also two breakfast settings in the kitchen.

So, maybe it started out friendly, you know.

- Hey, coffee? - Keurig.

Sorry about that.

You're still here, Boyd? Don't you have to check-in with Satan's wife?

Ah, fuck!

Do you have confirmation that Turner was there?

How are we doing on those prints?

Did he park somewhere else?

Just give me a call back at this number, okay?

Uh, let's check.

We have confirmation.

That means we just missed him.

So, we're doing our door-to-doors.

A lot of people are at work this time of the day,

but we got visuals on every single house.

We have a judge on call, in case we need to move fast.

Ma'am...

Why are we assuming that we just missed him?

Because why would Turner go out in broad daylight?

Is there food in the fridge?

Yeah, tons. It's pretty stocked.

So, every law enforcement agency in the city is looking for you,

you are hiding in a house

that is owned by a single woman with no roommate,

and you have food, why would you leave?

Well, he probably figured we'd find his Tinder profile sooner or later, right?

No, then, why would you go there in the first place?

Panic, didn't think it through? Had to go someplace.

If I were Joe Turner, this house would be

one of the safer places that I could go,

considering that my face is plastered across every single television in America.

The only reason that I would leave,

is because I was sure that it was no longer safe.

You think someone tipped him off we were coming?

Who?

Does Hale have a car?

DMV doesn't have active registration in her name, no.

So he's close.

I want you to find him.

You got it.

Let's keep it between us that someone may have warned Turner.

That person may turn out closer than we think.

Yes, ma'am.

Was that the boss on the phone?

- Yeah. - What does she want?

Just micro-managing.

Hey, make sure they check every door and window,

look for little scratches on the locks.

- Why, do you think he's close? - Yeah.

What makes you think that?

Instinct.

He must have pretty good instincts.

He's a step ahead of everybody.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe he had help.

Really?

Who from?

Never mind.

I though you were married.

- Just checking out the late entry. - Uh-huh.

So, what do your instincts tell you about her?

Maybe CIA, there's a lot of independent contractors.

CIA on American soil?

Hello, you.

All alone?

Bye-bye, kitty.

Shh! Shh! Shh!

Shh! Shh!

Let me explain something to you.

The woman who rang the doorbell is not here to help you.

She tried to kill me.

And the fact that she's out there, means that she's with the government.

Which means she's probably in the fucking CIA, okay?

Don't worry, I sound crazy to me, too.

Come on, it's okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry. This may sting a bit.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm not crazy.

Okay? I'm not crazy.

And I'm not violent.

Please.

You got me good.

You know that?

All that shit about how you would have liked me...

I guess I look pretty stupid.

How can I not feel close to you?

You're the only person I've ever told what I really do for a living.

But I, I guess it doesn't mean much

to be intimate with a captive audience.

You know what, Kathy?

I'm gonna tell you some stuff that I have never told anyone.

And I'm not gonna do that to persuade you or anything like that.

I'm gonna do it because that way if I die,

someone will know the truth. Someone will know what really happened.

I was recruited into the CIA during my last year at graduate school.

Good morning.

- We have to get on the road. - Mmm-hmm.

Okay, okay, how much time do we have?

We have lots and lots and lots of time.

Are you saying that because we actually have lots and lots and lots of time?

Or 'cause you wanna get laid?

Mmm. We'll be fine.

- Yeah? - Mmm.

You're not answering my question.

I do not remember the question.

I'm serious.

I don't wanna make a bad first impression, okay?

Hey.

It's impossible.

They're gonna love you.

Everybody loves you.

We're kind of in the middle of something, Caleb.

Eh, it wasn't working anyway. I have to get ready.

Ready for what?

We've spoken about eavesdropping, Caleb.

Eavesdropping is the great American pastime.

- What do you think? - Not that kind of gay.

Listening to people when they don't know you're listening

is the only way you can really know who anyone is

in the Facebook-fucked frenzy we call existence.

You know, just 'cause the sentence has a certain alliterative quality,

doesn't make it true, you know that, right?

- Yes, it does. - How about this one?

I will not be reduced to a stereotype. The floral print.

People today are like little baby birds,

being fed tiny predigested bits of information.

And the stuff that goes down easiest is whatever sounds best,

like the terrorists wanting us dead because they hate our freedoms.

I gotta have a shower.

- You want some company? - Are you going somewhere?

What gave you that idea?

No, no, I need you two here today. We're hacking the school's server

and releasing the faculty payroll. I got all of Bannon's passwords.

It's Thanksgiving, Caleb.

So, we can't hack the university server

and expose gender and race-based pay gaps,

'cause you guys are celebrating the time a bunch of sadistic Europeans came to America,

took advantage of and murdered the gentle indigenous peoples

that had been living here for centuries,

and then were like, "Look what we discovered"?

Wait, isn't that more Columbus Day?

Jeremiah 29:11, "For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord,

"plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope."

Why is it whenever you drive long distance,

God is the only thing you can ever find on the radio?

That's just another way of talking about finding God's plan for you.

God has a plan for me.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

I hope it doesn't interfere with my plan for you.

You have a plan for me?

- Do you want me to have a plan for you? - I asked you first.

It's just a fantasy, that's all.

So, tell me your fantasy.

We'd move into the house in Berkeley,

take teaching jobs, if we wanted to.

You could use my dad's old office to work on

whatever brilliant idea you're gonna change the world with.

- Yeah? - And my old room will be for the baby.

I like your plan.

- Yes. - You know, my, uh, my dad

thought he could change the world and raise a family.