Original subtitles

Bea: Previously on Ponies...

Dane: For about a year,

we've been trying to turn a Soviet agent.

CK Solar is highly placed

and working with important Russian intelligence.

We need to get that intelligence.

-We need to get to know the person who lives there.

You go inside, look around, tell us what you see.

Find out if he's trustworthy.

[phone ringing]

-You put a phone in my apartment without telling me?

-So he called you? -He asked me out!

-Hi. -Twila Hasbeck.

-George Tallman. I had a great time.

You're very easy to talk to.

-What's your name? -Syeta.

[both panting, moaning]

[tense music]

[grunting, panting]

[Syeta grunts]

[♪]

[indistinct Russian PA announcement]

["Hope" by Anna Herman playing]

[George sighs]

[George sighs]

[George sighs]

[exhales]

-So what do you think of Moscow?

Whatever you're reading's English,

so I figured you speak it?

Yeah. I'm just here on business.

My company's thinking of sending more people here

while they expand, but I'm gonna go home and tell 'em,

"Send another guy." I could never live here.

Not that America's perfect.

-I'm American, by the way. -It is very American

to strike up a conversation at an airport.

[indistinct Russian PA announcement]

[tense music]

[breathing shakily]

-Excuse me. Can you translate this for me?

-It says, "Easy virtue, grave consequences."

This prostitute was found dead in a park.

[George exhales shakily]

[♪]

[theme music]

[♪]

-[groans] -[banging]

-Metal box of shit! God!

You fuck-- Well, I will murder you, you useless robot!

Shit! What do you want me to do?

I press it, I pressed the button.

-What do you want? -Hey.

-Hmm? -You need to talk to her.

-Well, I have to type up, like, 15 pages of steno

for Alan right now. This is just--

it's Twila's method.

-The Ambassador was walking down the hallway

and heard her refer to the Xerox machine as a...

-[softly] ...cunt. -Oh. What did he say?

-Well, he's the Ambassador, so he agreed with her.

He has to be diplomatic.

This is the US Embassy. It is a very serious place.

We can't be referring to office equipment as... genitalia.

Twila: Hallelujah! God bless Jesus fucking Christ.

Cheryl: And now she's brought Jesus Christ into it.

Aren't you offended?

-I'm Jewish.

-Oh. Okay. I didn't know that.

-Christ. Thank you!

Thank you. That's all I ever wanted from you.

-I'm just saying, I don't want your friendship with her

to tarnish your star, okay?

-That's all I'm saying. -Here you go.

-Great. -Mm-hmm.

-No, no. I said double-sided.

-It does double-sided? -Hey, doll. My office.

-Oh. Guess you have to make the copies.

Warmed up the machine for you.

-Cunt.

Shep: Where do you think you left it?

George on phone: It's in the hotel, I'm sure of it.

-Sure. Georgie here got a little too hungover last night

-and lost his passport. -Oh, no.

-Yeah, not hungover. It's jet lag.

Shep: Christ, you are such a Boy Scout.

Hey, remember that time I drove my parents' car

through the front window of that Friendly's?

Guess I should've called that jet lag, huh, big guy?

-So what do you need me for?

-Get to the hotel and find his passport

before someone sells it on the black market.

-Okay. George, do you remember where you left it?

-Um... [clears throat]

I'm pretty sure I know where to look.

Do you wanna pick up the receiver,

and then I'll-- I'll direct you?

-Twila: Hi. -Okay. Is he still listening?

-Whoops. -Nope.

George: Okay, I didn't lose my passport.

Listen, just get in a cab, go to the airport,

meet me by the Pan Am check-in.

I'll tell you everything. Just hurry up.

Twila: Good God, she was gorgeous.

-It said she was a prostitute.

-And she didn't ask you for money?

-No. Look, I wasn't just using her.

I know that's how it sounds.

I don't know. I just felt a connection.

-You sure she didn't ask you for money and you just

didn't understand 'cause you don't speak Russian, or...

-We didn't really talk.

-Oh. Wow. Yeah, that's quite the deep connection you had.

-[groans] God.

I don't know. I'm a mess.

I just wanna get out of here, get back to my family,

and forget about this, but I couldn't get on the plane

without at least doing... something,

and I thought you could help me.

-How? -Well, maybe you could help me

get an anonymous tip to the police?

Tell them, like, where she was that night.

Tell them she was a real person and not just some statistic.

-I hate to break it to you, George, but, you know,

if you, a wealthy American businessman,

-had sex with a... -Shh! Yes--

-...beautiful Russian woman at some hotel in Moscow,

the KGB, they already know about it.

The cops, the KGB, it's all the same here.

She probably saw you coming a mile away and targeted you.

-Sir. Sir! They called our flight at last.

-We are boarding. -Okay. Okay.

-Okay. Yeah, you get on the plane, and I'll, uh--

I guess I'll look into this.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

-What are you gonna do?

-I don't know, but, um... something.

I promise I'll do something.

I'm gonna make sure they know she was a real person.

-Thank you, Twila.

-Yeah.

-All right. -Okay.

[in Russian]

Emile:

-What the hell?

-Your accent is not Muscovite at all.

-He'd pick up on that? -Emile: Any idiot would.

-Did you pick up on it? -Bea: I mean...

do you have to throw the peanuts?

-Better peanuts than bullets.

Every time I throw a peanut,

imagine how it would feel with a bullet.

Bang, bang.

Bea: Well, my family's from Belarussia. Would that work?

Dane: Fine. When Andrei asks, you're from Belarus.

-Okay. -And we also have to account for

her being an old maid.

-I'm not an old maid! My husband is dead.

-He was-- -He doesn't know that.

-Yes, but we should try to match as much of your cover story

with your real story as we can, that way you don't

-have to reach for a lie. -Okay.

-So, you have one younger brother.

Your parents work in a bakery.

You've had three sexual partners.

-Uh, wait, sorry, what-- Um...

How did-- how did you know that?

-He asked. I guessed. -How did you know that?

-You have to speak from a place of truth as much as possible.

Otherwise, he'll know.

-And if he knows... -Bang, bang.

-We'd like you to go in with more information on Vasiliev.

That way you can guide the conversation.

Ray has acquainted himself with a dossier on his career,

and Mrs. Hasbeck has read a dossier on his personal life.

-When did I get a dossier?

-Yesterday. When I told you to read it for tonight?

-I thought that was just more orientation material.

No one reads that.

-You didn't read the orientation material?

Dane: Ray?

-Yes, uh... [clears throat]

...Andrei Vasiliev has risen

quickly within the ranks of the KGB,

and Twila and I

both think that he is a key asset to compromise.

He could be head of the party one day.

He's married and has one child,

and he works in the Special Office.

That means that he's practically overseeing

every foreign citizen living here in Moscow.

In other words, his job is watching us.

-So if he's watching us, was he watching Chris too?

-And Tom? -Yes.

-Well, then presumably he would-- he would know

what Chris's wife looks like.

-We don't believe so. -Why don't you believe so?

-Well, firstly, there have been

hundreds of wives at the Embassy.

The KGB has shown no interest in any of them.

Secondly, if he recognized Mrs. Hasbeck as Tom's wife,

then when she and I ran into him,

I believe he would've flaunted it.

And thirdly, what would be the point

of running this date as an operation?

-To kill her?

Dane: He knows there are Moscow rules.

Whatever they do to us, we do to them.

If he kills you,

we kill his wife.

[exhales]

-Hey, hey! Uh, thanks for covering for me in there.

-Oh, sure. I mean, next time, read what I tell you to read.

-Will do, yeah.

So, I was wondering if you could help me with something else,

-sort of a research project-- -I don't really have time today.

I gotta get home to Cheryl.

-Cheryl, right. Yeah, she doesn't strike me as

the kind of woman that likes to wait around for her man.

-Ah, well, what can I say?

She's the boss, and I'm just happy to be employed.

-That is so sad.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Uh--

-Listen, why don't you come by the office tomorrow?

-I'll see you then. -I-- I don't know if this is,

uh, appropriate for the office.

You know, why don't, uh--

why don't you look at it and tell me?

-Who is this? -Uh, that's what

I'm trying to figure out.

She was a friend of a friend.

-Which friend? -Some guy I know.

-All right, well, I am very sorry for your friend's loss,

but I would highly encourage you to stay away from

any and all criminal activity happening in the city.

-You'd encourage us to stay away from criminal activity?

You're sending Bea on a date with Andrei Vasiliev.

-That is a mission for the State.

That is a completely different thing.

-Yeah, see, I wouldn't know,

because you don't send me on missions.

-Listen, Dane and I will have something for you soon.

-In the meantime, just sit-- -Just hear me out.

What if there's a connection between the stuff

you guys are working on and what happened to this woman?

-Why would there be? -My friend was with her

the night before she died, and...

there's things about the story that just don't add up.

And we don't know it's not connected, right?

So I just feel like it's worth it to look into it.

-Can I ask why you're so concerned

with an anonymous woman?

-I'm an anonymous woman.

-Well, I know by now that it is pointless

to try and stop you from doing something

-you're already gonna do. -Yeah.

-You and Cheryl have that in common.

[upbeat music playing]

-What if they expect me to sleep with him?

You know? I can see Dane springing that on me.

He'll use us for that kind of thing.

-Well, would you?

-Sleep with the future head of the KGB?

-Yes. -No!

-What if he'd tell you all their secrets if you did?

-In what scenario would it be that simple?

-Maybe this scenario. I mean,

what if you having sex with Andrei could stop a nuclear war?

-One fuck, no bomb. -Oh, my God.

[chuckles]

-Okay, I'm gonna teach you something.

There are things you can do that'll keep him hooked,

at least for a little bit.

If you're strategic enough,

you can drag this whole thing on multiple dates

before it becomes a problem.

-Strategic how?

-You gotta flirt with him in a very specific way so that

he thinks it's gonna happen the next time every time,

but it just never does.

-Well, what, because he's told me all the KGB secrets

and we've stopped a nuclear war, so now there's no need?

-It's a game of manipulation.

Most important thing is never be alone with him.

No private places. Always stay in public.

He's gonna try to get you alone with him,

and you're gonna do the whole, "Oh, not yet... not now."

Okay? But you can't play that forever, 'cause

he's just gonna get bored and he's gonna find someone else.

So you gotta give him the impression that he's just

driving you crazy... down there.

Yeah. You can't stop thinking about him.

He and only he is bringing out the secret wild side of you.

And in inappropriate places, you know? Like at work.

You're-- you're standing there at your chalkboard

all distracted ever since he called.

Mmm, and you gotta tell him stories that create this imagery

in his brain of you being naked.

Yeah, like, uh, "Oh, I was trying on some clothes today."

Or, "Oh, sorry I was late

to pick up the phone, I was just changing."

You know, don't dwell on it, just mention it.

But it'll work. He'll be picturing you naked.

Yeah. Oh, and, uh, compliment him.

You know, he's a man, so.

But he's handsome, right?

-Well, he's a KGB agent.

-Yeah. But, I mean, he's decent-looking. You know?

And he's got this whole androgynous David Bowie thing

going for him, so you just--

you can't stop thinking about him.

-Well, if I can't stop thinking about him,

then how is it that I get to the date

and suddenly I don't wanna be alone with him?

-Well, that's the thing. You wish you could.

But you just can't. Not yet, not now.

You could just always have your period.

-What if he doesn't care? -Oh...

you're not that kind of girl, are you?

-No. -But you are the kind of girl

that goes out of her way to buy lacy little lingerie

on the black market and wear it the night of the date

and it's just poking out ever so slightly.

-What lingerie?

-You don't have any lingerie?

-Well, I have this one...

red lace set?

-And here I was thinking all your undies

had the days of the week printed on 'em.

-Well, Chris got it for me.

I never got to wear it for him.

I mean, I was planning on it.

You know, it was-- I wore it to the Christmas Eve party,

but, uh...

then he died.

-Sorry, Bea.

-Yeah.

[phone ringing]

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

[Bea exhales]

[phone ringing]

[in Russian]

Mmm.

[birds chirping]

[knocking at door]

-Yes! I'm coming!

-Did I wake you?

Twila: What's that?

-Um, I--

I-- [sighs] I-- I couldn't sleep last night. I was just--

I was thinking about what you were saying...

about anonymous women.

-Huh. You wanna come in?

-Well, I-- I only have an hour and a half

before Cheryl gets back from karate.

-Cheryl does karate?

Ray: Maybe a dozen women over the last two years.

All of them murdered, all of them prostitutes.

That's the common thread.

-And none of these articles mention

any of the other articles

or any of the other women that have died?

-Right, because the newspapers can't print

about dangerous crimes in Moscow.

They can't make these murders look connected, otherwise

they're implying that there's a psycho killer loose in the city.

-So you think they are connected?

-So do you.

-But if they print that in the paper,

I mean, they make Moscow look bad.

-[loudly] Moscow is bad.

[hushed] Sorry.

-Be quiet or turn up the music.

-Well, what about the cops?

-Well, the party line is that these are individual women

being persecuted for their poor moral choices.

-[scoffs] Wow.

-Yeah.

-I bet if anyone knows what's going on here,

it's the women in this line of work.

-Maybe. I-- I wouldn't know.

-That's why we're gonna go ask 'em.

-Hi.

-Very busy. No time for you.

-I don't see any customers.

We need some help.

-Help does not cost nothing.

-Good thing we're buying.

-Who's your friend?

-He's, uh, more of an acquaintance.

-My name is Raymond.

It's very nice to meet you, Miss...

-Twila: Ivanna. -Cute mittens.

-Oh, thank you. My wife knitted them.

-I take mittens, then I'll answer questions.

-My wife knitted them for me,

so these mean a lot, and she would kill me--

-We're looking for a brothel.

-How will the wife of your acquaintance feel about this?

-Ah, no, we're-- we're not going for that.

Uh, we just need to talk to someone.

-What makes you think I know where brothel is?

I run a legitimate business.

-Huh.

-Wha-- -Do you?

-It's a very cold day.

-Where would an important American man go if he was,

you know, looking for some company

and had some money to spend?

-This man has money?

-Yeah. And maybe so do I.

-Well, if you have so much money,

you can spend more for me.

-Like what?

-A drink?

For a start. Later?

-Deal.

Ivanna: Go here. Talk to Maria.

I also wrote down where you can get me a drink.

-All right.

Hmm.

[intriguing music]

-Um...

Okay. Uh, we were just wondering,

-um, if we could ask you-- -Shower first.

-Do we have to shower even if we're not having... sex?

-You don't have to whisper "sex." This is a brothel.

-If you don't take shower, my boss will hear it

and I will get in trouble.

-What if we just run it?

Okay.

-Is-- is that all right? All right.

We, um, wanted to ask a few questions

and see if you, um, know of or recognize...

just any of these women here.

Um, if any familiar faces jump out,

uh, just let us know.

Take a look.

[solemn music]

-Do you know them?

Some of these were my friends.

They're all gone.

-Yeah, we-- we wanna find out who killed 'em.

Yeah. Do you, uh, recognize her?

Did she work here?

-Mmm, no. She would not work here.

She's for, um...

if you have, um, much more money.

-Right. But the-- the rest of these women, they worked here?

-Here, or like here.

We all move around.

We cross ways from time to time.

Not this one, though.

This one, I don't know.

Ray: Okay, yeah.

-Thank you.

[upbeat music]

[Bea sighs]

[knocking at door]

-Evening. We have a change of plan.

-Well, he's expecting me at the movies at 7:00,

so, you know, if I don't show up,

he's gonna suspect something.

-Oh, you're still gonna show up.

The start of your date will proceed as planned.

It's the end we need to talk about.

We have intel that Andrei has a second home.

It's most likely a pied a terre where he likes to bring women.

But it could also be the place where he goes to conduct

his off-the-books work, hides compromising material.

If we're gonna find something that we can use

as leverage against him, it's gonna be there,

so we need to bug the place.

Or, rather, you need to bug it.

-So you need me to go to his place tonight?

-Shouldn't be hard. Guy like that,

he'll probably be trying to get you back there

before the previews are over.

What are you seeing, by the way? I love movies.

-So you need me to go to his place?

-Yes. It's useful to be physically present

if you're gonna be planting recording devices.

-I don't know how to plant recording devices.

-I'll walk you through it.

You'll be taking this purse, okay?

Everything you need is in here. It's got a false bottom.

-Can't you send someone else to bug his place

-while we're at the movies? -We don't know where it is.

We know the address of where he lives

with his wife and his daughter, but not this place.

We'll find out tonight when he takes you there.

-Well, I mean, I just wish you'd trained me for this,

or, I don't know, you know, warned me it might happen.

-If I had, you'd have fixated on it.

-No, I... wouldn't.

-Come on, sit down.

If you're meeting him at 7:00, we've only got a few minutes.

-I mean, I-- [sighs] It...

-Remind me why you wanted to do this job.

-Look, I didn't say that I wouldn't do it, okay?

I just...

-That wasn't my question.

-You know, it's important work.

-Important. To whom?

-The world.

-My father... was a milkman.

He was up at 4:00 a.m. six days a week for 38 years.

I mean, people need milk,

they get milk. [chuckles]

And then one day, he died.

The next morning, do you know what happened?

-People didn't get their milk. -No, they did.

Somebody else delivered it.

Do you know why I'm telling you this?

-Because at the end of the day...

we're all milkmen,

and if we can't do it, someone else will.

It has to get done.

I am replaceable.

-Wrong. -Okay, then I have

absolutely no idea why you're telling me this story.

-Because milkmen do a necessary job.

It's not the same for us.

If all the spies on their side and all the spies on our side

were suddenly gone tomorrow,

the world would carry on working just the same.

[chuckles] Better, actually.

The only reason they have spies on their side at all

is because we have spies on our side.

So, again, I ask you:

why are you doing this job?

-I don't know what you want me to say.

-I want you to tell the truth.

You're here because you want to be here.

You're here because of some personal reason

that has meaning for you.

Why else would you be risking your life for this?

And you are risking your life. For what?

-To find out what happened to Chris.

-Okay.

And if you found that out,

would you suddenly turn around and go home?

-No.

I--

No.

-Maybe you're here because you want answers.

Maybe you're here because you want revenge.

Maybe you're here because...

your life showed such promise and now seems so disappointing.

I don't-- I don't care what the reason is.

All right? That-- that's for you to know.

But it's for that reason we are here tonight.

It's for that reason you're gonna plant this bug.

It's for that reason it is worth pushing past this fear

to get one step closer to whatever it is that you...

really want.

[inhales shakily]

-Okay, so it's got a false bottom?

-Yeah. -Right?

-In here. Can you see? -Okay. Uh-huh.

-Can you see that? Now this...

-Okay. -...is the power pack.

-Oh, God. -And this...

[♪]

♪ You lying so low In the weeds ♪

♪ I bet you gonna ambush me ♪

♪ You'd have me down, down Down, down on my knees ♪

♪ Now wouldn't you ♪

-Hi. -Hey.

-I was just, uh, heading out.

What-- what are you doing here?

-You're going to see that woman from the market, right?

-Maybe. For a drink or two.

-How well do you know her?

-Oh, it's just a drink, okay?

I'm not gonna tell her any state secrets.

-Twila. Twila. Look,

I know that you think that you know people,

that you believe that you know who you can trust,

but this woman, your friend, she is driven by money.

She showed herself to us.

I mean, what if someone gives her more money?

Is she gonna sell you out?

-She would never do that. -You don't know that.

-Neither do you.

-What if someone pays her and she turns on Bea?

Twila, what if she tells someone that there's an American

posed as a Russian woman

in order to go on a date with a senior KGB official tonight?

-That's tonight? No one told me that.

-Dean didn't tell you that because it's need-to-know.

You could get her burned.

-I would never put Bea in danger.

Why are you telling me this now?

-Maybe our boss doesn't think you need to know, but I do.

Because I know that you don't want Bea in danger.

The cinema. Pushkin Square. Tonight.

["Can't Find My Way Home" by Blind Faith playing]

♪ Come down off your throne And leave your body alone ♪

♪ Somebody must change ♪

♪ You are the reason I've been waiting so long ♪

[in Russian]

[upbeat music playing over speakers]

[people in movie laughing, cheering]

[actors speaking Russian]

[whispering in Russian]

[laughs nervously]

[low, tense music]

[chuckles]

[♪]

[whispering]

[car engine starts]

[♪]

[distant dog barking]

[laughs]

["She's So Primitive" by Billy Clone & The Same on radio]

[rapid knocking at door]

[tense music]

[knocking continues]

-Hi. Hi.

-Wha-- what are you doing?

-I need your help. So I was supposed to get Andrei

on his own so that I could bug his apartment, but then

we couldn't go to his place so he said let's go to my place,

but I live at the embassy, and so I panicked, and so

this is the only other apartment that I know of in Moscow--

-Wait. You've never been to my apartment.

-No, no, no, but I know of it because you work for us.

-Okay, okay. Well, what do you need?

-I need to borrow your place for, like, an hour, maybe two.

Could you just go someplace else?

-What, now? Um-- -Yeah, kind of.

[knocking at door]

-Fuck! Fuck!

[Sasha stammering]

Could you-- Don't you have a balcony?

-What, you want me to climb down? No!

-I really appreciate it. Could you just...

Thank you. Thank you. Oh, take this. He can't see it.

-[door slams] -[Sasha groans]

-Ooh, it's cold! My shoes!

[knocking at door]

[Sasha panting]

[wind howling]

[♪]

-Shit.

[♪]

[grunting]

[Sasha panting, shivering]

Twila: Hey!

Hey.

Wait, stop! I-- I'm with, uh-- uh, Nadiya.

Yeah, we've seen each other before, remember?

-I was eating the Kit Kats. -If you're here to kill me,

just do it already.

-I'm-- I'm not here to kill you!

Look, I can't tell you who I work for, but you're smart.

You can figure it out. I'm speaking English.

-I'm American. -Yeah, or posing as American.

-Obviously I'm American. I mean,

every other Russian knows I'm American immediately.

[scoffs]

Can we stop walking, please?

-No, I actually can't stop moving

-or my feet are gonna fall off. -What?

-[shivering] My feet.

-Oh. Fuck. Uh, uh...

Okay, wait. I got an idea.

-What are you doing? What are you doing?

-If you get frostbite and you gotta get your feet

amputated on my watch, they're for sure gonna fire me.

And I really can't get fired, you know?

Yeah, just, uh, take my socks. I've got three pairs on.

-Really? -Yeah. Yeah.

-Okay. -Thank you.

-[Sasha shivers] -You want-- Yeah.

There you go.

[Sasha exhales]

There you go.

Is she okay up there?

-I don't know.

-Is this her purse?

[in Russian]

[sighs]

-[exhales] -[door closes]

[suspenseful music]

[car engine starts]

-Now let's hope he doesn't find it.

[Twila exhales]

-Where-- where did you learn to do then?

-What, break into a car?

Well, you know, I was so young, I don't even remember.

Where'd you learn how to rewire a Soviet radio speaker?

-Well, I... like to tinker.

-Huh.

[exhales]

Sasha: Are you all right?

-I'm so sorry.

-Jesus! Thank God. -Wait, what are you doing here?

-Wow, yeah, I, uh, thought you might need some backup,

but you didn't.

-Well, I-- I think I'm gonna be sick.

I didn't even put the bug anywhere.

-Oh, don't worry. We did that.

I'll tell you about it on the way.

-You did? Okay... -Sasha: Yeah, well, uh...

I need to run my feet under boiling water

to make sure they're still attached in the morning.

-Yeah.

Wait.

Thank you.

-Anytime.

Well, not really anytime.

Uh, it was horrible. Don't do this again.

-I'll-- I'll try not to.

[Bea sighs]

Twila: Wow. What a day!

-[gentle music playing] -[Bea exhales]

I'm proud of us! We made some tough choices

in the heat of the moment and we pivoted,

and we accomplished a version of the task.

I'm sure that Andrei guy does some shady shit in his car too,

so Dane and Ray will be impressed.

-Uh-huh. -Wow.

What? What-- what are you thinking?

-What? -Oh, God.

He didn't rape you or something, did he?

-Oh, my God, no. -No?

-No, no, no, no, no, no. No, we just made out.

-Oh. -Yeah, and it was fine.

He was sweet. I mean, sweet as someone can be

who's probably assassinating hundreds of people a day.

-Hundreds? We're thinking hundreds?

-Well, I don't know, but even if it's one,

it's, like, a lot, you know?

I mean, he could have killed me.

I could be-- Oh, I could be dead right now.

-Oh, no. He's not gonna kill you till you guys fuck.

-Oh, how reassuring. -Yeah.

-It's so weird, though.

-What part? -Well, I haven't kissed

anyone new since I was 22.

You know, it's just been Chris, so.

-Well, you know, you're doing this whole thing for Chris.

-Yeah, that's also weird.

-I'm gonna get us some wine.

-Okay. -Yeah.

Uh, how did it end with you and Andrei?

-Well, he, uh-- he wants to go out again next week.

-Oh, look at you!

Got Russian intelligence wrapped around your little finger.

-And by little finger, I mean-- -Yep, I can guess what you mean.

[Bea sighs, clears throat]

-Did you wear the lingerie?

-It worked. -Ah! Red, for communism.

-Sure. [clears throat]

-Okay. Cheers.

That's good.

You know, I will never get over how the Soviets

just leave their milk out of the fridge.

-I know. What could it possibly be made of

-that never goes bad? -Mm-mm.

-But I guess that's why you boil it.

-You don't have to boil it.

-Yeah, you do. -No, you don't.

My grandpa was a milkman, so I'm kind of an expert.

-Oh, my God, Dane's dad was a milkman.

-No, he wasn't.

-That's what he told me.

-He told me his dad was a petty officer in the Navy

and died in a POW camp in World War II.

-That's... weird.

-Oh, so we don't trust Mr. Redford.

-What do you mean?

-I mean, you stole some shit from his apartment.

-Oh, no, no, no, no. That. No, no, I just panicked.

No, I didn't want Andrei to see it.

Yeah. No, I'll find a way to get it back to him.

Why, do you not think we can trust him?

I-- I mean, I think we can trust him, right?

Like, he is spying on his own government for us, so.

-Maybe he's double-double crossing.

Like a triple agent. That's a thing.

-No, I just--

I-- I trust him.

-Of course you do. You think he's cute.

-What? No. -Yeah. Oh, look at him!

[chuckles] Just your type.

-Please, no. He looks nothing like Chris.

-Wait.

-What?

-I know her.

-Um... -Okay?

I think that's his... sister?

How do you know her? Who is she?

Twila: I, uh...

Um, so, someone's been killing all these women, and...

yeah, she's one of the dead ones.

[tense music]

[in Russian]

[car engine starts]

["The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac playing]

♪ Listen to the wind blow ♪

♪ Watch the sun rise ♪

♪ Run in the shadows ♪

♪ Damn your love Damn your lies ♪

♪ And if you don't love me now You will never love me again ♪

♪ I can still hear you sayin' ♪

♪ You would never Break the chain ♪

♪ Never break the chain ♪

♪ And if you don't love me now You don't love me now ♪

♪ You will never love me again ♪

♪ I can still hear you sayin' ♪

♪ You would never Break the chain ♪

♪ Never break the chain ♪

[♪]

[overlapping chatter]

[camera shutter clicking]

[♪]

[♪]

♪ Chain keep us together ♪

♪ Run in the shadow ♪

♪ Chain keep us together ♪

♪ Runnin' in the shadow ♪

♪ Chain keep us together ♪

♪ Run in the shadow ♪

♪ Chain keep us together ♪

♪ Runnin' in the shadow ♪

♪ Chain keep us together ♪