Atwood [delivering money]
That includes Condor, of course.
Atwood Otherwise--
Otherwise does not exist.
Atwood Will Condor take long?
Atwood There is a time factor.
Always with you people. Condor is an amateur. He's lost, unpredictable...perhaps even sentimental. He could fool a professional. Not deliberately, but precisely because he is lost. Doesn't know what to do, unlike Wicks who has always been entirely predictable. The man Condor killed in the alley?
Atwood Some friend of his.
Atwood I suppose. Why?
It interests me. What was his name?
Atwood I don't know. He was nobody.
Atwood What about Wicks?
You want the firm to question him? They will, you know.
Atwood We don't want that.
Cost you nothing. I was careless with Condor. Wicks will be done for nothing.
What does Operations care about a bunch of goddamn books? A book in Dutch. A book out of Venezuela. Mystery stories in Arabic.
Atwood Wait!
What the hell is so important about…
[He stops as he sees the connection.]
Oil fields. Oil. That's it, isn't it? This whole damn thing was about oil! Wasn't it? Wasn't it?
Atwood Yes, it was.
Don't turn for a moment. Put your thumb in front of the hammer. Release it slowly. Set down the gun on the desk. And don't move. Back up. You were quite good, Condor, until this. This move was predictable.
[Joubert shoots Atwood]
[after the botched attempt to come in from the field]
The question was, Mr. Higgins, is he qualified with a handgun?
No handgun, sir. M-1 rifle and carbine. Evidently, it was sheer luck. Or else--
Atwood Or else what, Mr. Higgins?
This Condor isn't the man his file says he is.
Atwood Where did he learn evasive moves?
Atwood What the hell does that mean?
It means, sir, that he reads everything.
Atwood But I don't understand.
Yes. Very good. Has operations got anything?
Atwood Absolutely nothing, sir.
Atwood It was very well executed.
Which requires planning, communications, tracks. I'm not asking for footprints, but a blade of grass, a broken twig-- Something disturbed.
Atwood Yes, sir. Wicks seems to be all we've got.
We don't. They rushed him to Guvenor Emergency before we got word.
Atwood Maybe we should leak the name of the hospital, make Condor make his move.
Of course, Len, don't expect too many mistakes from this man. He does seem rather more interesting than just another of our reader/researchers. For example, has he gone into business for himself? Was he turned around? Does someone operate him? Homosexual? Broke? Vulnerable? Could he be a soldier of fortune? Did he arrange the hit? Is that why he's still in flight? Still, he... may be an innocent. But then, why didn't he come in gently with Mr. Wicks?
Atwood [after discovering Turner in his home]
What is this? What’s going on?
[points a gun at him]
Who are you? Who are you?
Atwood What are you doing here?
I’m Condor. Sit down. What do you do for a living?
Atwood Don't be ridiculous.
What do you do...exactly?
Atwood Deputy Director of Operations.
Atwood Middle East.
What are you working on? What are you doing? What's the secret worth murdering everybody at the A.L.H.S. house?
Atwood There's no secret.
Wicks showed you my report.
Atwood What report? [Turner slams his chair] Yes.
It was your network I turned up. Doing what? Doing what? What does Operations care about a bunch of goddamn books? A book in Dutch. A book out of Venezuela. Mystery stories in Arabic.
Atwood Wait!
What the hell is so important about... [He stops as he sees the connection] Oil fields. Oil. That's it, isn't it? This whole damn thing was about oil! Wasn't it? Wasn't it?
Atwood Yes, it was.
