Original subtitles

Bea: Previously on "Ponies."

Sasha: I think what I'm doing is important.

-Your sister-- -You know about Galyna.

Bea: They killed her.

-You think she was a prostitute? -Looks that way.

-Who murdered her? -Soviet government, K.G.B.

Bea: Same organization

who employs a man you want me to date.

-Where would an important American man go,

looking for some company and had some money to spend?

-Talk to Maria. This one I don't know.

Of course I'm gonna be careful. You can trust me.

I love you.

Dane: Twila can manage things with your grandmother.

The best person to have on the ground

is someone who's not emotionally invested.

How did anybody else find out about this meet?

-Ray: I don't know. -Twila: Bea.

-I don't know what to tell you. -Bea: Doesn't fucking matter.

All that matters is getting my grandmother.

-Caterpillar, he helped us! He gave me this!

Bea: Sometimes I wonder if all this pretending,

I'm gonna forget what's even real.

-[knocking on door] -[sighs] What?

-We have a mole. We have a fucking mole.

[Bea laughing]

-What about Niagara Falls? -Well, it's predictable.

And what is it really, some water rolling down a hill?

A very large hill?

-Chris? -What?

[gentle music playing]

-Are you afraid of heights? -No. [laughs]

You know, I grew up in a high rise.

Looking out my window every day never scared the hell out of me,

made me want to vomit, gave me the chills, vertigo.

-Oh, my God.

Chris, how did I not know this? You're a pilot.

-Yeah, but in a plane, I'm in control.

-Wow. -[Chris laughs]

Wow.

-Oh, is that-- is that Manya? -Oh, yeah.

Chris: God, she looks so much like you.

-Bea: Mm-hmm. -Chris: Where is she?

-Braslav, I think.

Yeah, she used to vacation there

with her best friend in the summer.

She said those were her most cherished memories

of her time in Belarus.

-Well, maybe we should honeymoon there.

-The Soviet Union? Now you really are joking.

Do we really need a honeymoon?

I mean, I-- I love being with you anywhere.

[music playing distortedly]

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Andrei:

[phone thuds]

[dramatic music playing]

[phone dings]

[theme music playing]

♪ Ooh, oh, baby, baby, I need you ♪

[Sasha hums]

♪ La, la, la-la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la-la ♪

[knocking on door]

K.G.B. agent:

[dramatic music playing]

[banging on door]

[Sasha breathing shakily]

[lock clicks open]

[Sasha panting]

Sasha: Dver'!

-[sighs] So, right here is where Trent found it?

-Yeah, just about. -[sighs] Great.

We need this today,

with the D.C.I. on his way from the airport.

-Yeah, it's a bit abnormal, isn't it?

For the Director of Central Intelligence

to fly all the way out to Moscow?

-He was only confirmed last month.

This is protocol.

But it goes without saying,

he doesn't need to know our fireplace was bugged.

-[Dane grunts] -Oh!

-[Dane groaning] Okay.

Ray: Oh.

[Ray coughs]

-[Dane sighing] -God.

[door clicks open]

Has this always been here?

[both grunting]

Christ almighty.

I know they put us in a building

designed to be surveilled, but tunnels?

That's brazen even for them.

-Yep, the Soviets have never been known for their subtlety.

No footsteps.

The Soviets didn't use these tunnels to plant the bug.

Someone must've come from our side.

-Holy smokes.

-I want eyes and ears on all embassy staff.

Anything suspicious, I want to know about it.

-Uh, I'm already doubling my efforts,

but I should let you know,

I think that the cafeteria workers are compromised.

-They don't have access to this level.

-Okay, never mind. I think our man is closer to us.

Or woman.

-Whoever the mole is, Ray, I want them found.

[whimsical music playing]

[sighs]

-Okay.

Wait. Uh, Maria?

-Uh-- -No, thank you.

Maria. Maria!

Wow, uh, you look, uh, different.

I-- remember me? I-- I went to your work?

-What are you doing here? -Yeah.

I simply needed a change. This is work now.

-Why? Uh, did-- are you okay?

-Did something happen? -Nothing.

-Everything. -Well, what?

You can-- you can tell me.

I, uh-- I did a job. I did it well.

-I leave. -Uh-huh.

-But, uh, next day, the-- the man who hired

wanted to meet and when I come,

I could feel that he was, um,

preparing himself to-- to make me dead.

-Oh, my God.

-I was not going to wait and become another dead girl.

So, I run.

-I'm sorry.

-Now, here I am.

Wait, do you know who the guy is, or--

No?

[Bea sighs]

Bea: Did you know about this Chris and Galyna tape?

And-- and you didn't think to tell me?

-It's not pertinent information.

-My husband having an affair with a Soviet,

with my asset's murdered sister, and that it is all on tape,

that didn't sound like pertinent information to you?

Was-- was this Kompromat? Was Chris being blackmailed?

-He wasn't being blackmailed. He wasn't even having an affair.

-I'm sorry, do you need to watch it again?

You see the part where he cups her breasts?

-He only did this to prove his loyalty.

Missus Grant. [sighs]

Your husband pretended to work for the Soviets, at my request.

In order to convince the K.G.B.

that he was trustworthy and gain their confidence,

he had to give them something that could ruin his life.

And your reaction proves why this tape was effective.

-It-- it proves

that I had absolutely no say in my marriage.

-He was an exceptional agent.

But this job demands sacrifice.

Most people are not cut out for it.

But the woman who marches in to Langley

after her husband's death,

and demands to be sent back to Moscow,

is not most people.

But it is past time you decided

whether you're gonna dedicate yourself fully to this job.

Because half measures in this life will only get you killed.

-And committing to this life won't?

[Sasha panting]

K.G.B. agent:

[keys jangling]

[overlapping chatter]

[Sasha chuckles]

[somber music playing]

Galyna.

[phone ringing]

[?]

-Bea?

-[Bea sobbing] -Bea?

-[Bea sniffs] -You okay?

Bea: I'm fine.

-I mean, I-- I can hear ya in there.

You're not-- you're not fine.

-What do you need?

-How-- how long you gonna keep ignoring me?

[breathing shakily]

Is this-- is this still

about Manya?

I mean, I-- that wasn't my fault.

I did everything I could, you know?

-Please, Twila, it's just-- it's not about you.

-Then what is it about?

[sniffles]

-I saw something. I, uh...

a-- a tape.

Chris with...

with another woman.

And they were...

-together. -What?

-[sniffles] He just-- it was for an operation

or for this fucking job.

-Oh, okay.

So, then, so it was sex, you know, for the job.

I mean, you know that doesn't count.

-My husband slept with another woman.

It counts. It fucking counts.

-You know how this job works.

I mean, sometimes we gotta be other people, you know?

Do things we wouldn't normally do in our life.

And, I mean, it's just sex.

It doesn't have to be a big deal or anything.

-I loved my husband and he betrayed me.

-[sniffling] -Um...

Bea?

Chris didn't betray ya.

Tom did.

[door clicks open]

-What are you talking about? I bare-- I barely even met him.

-What do you mean? -Um...

-Tom was the mole. -What?

-Vera-- Vera told me, right before she died.

She-- I guess Tom was the one that was,

you know, feeding the information to the Soviets.

So, Tom...

was the one that...

he's the one who got Chris killed.

-What? -Yeah.

Well, why-- why-- why-- why didn't you tell me this before?

-I was worried it would change things between us.

-Well, of course it fucking changes things.

You-- you had information about my life that you kept from me.

-I should be able to decide... -I know.

-...how I feel about my life. -I know. You should.

I-- I just-- but see now you're-- now you're mad.

And I'm telling you something about Tom

and you're blaming me, like it's my fault.

-It's not my fault. -Well, because it is your fault!

-It's not! I'm-- -Okay? It is.

Because you had this information and you decided to keep it.

-Yeah. -You didn't tell me,

and now you tell me now when I'm dealing with all this stuff,

and when I'm dealing with

fucking fixing things with Andrei and--

What-- what are you-- what are you gotta fix with Andrei?

I have to seduce him, which of course, for you,

isn't a big deal, because sex doesn't matter.

But I still have feelings.

-Wow.

[scoffs] Wow.

I'm-- I mean, I'm really trying here and you're--

What, 'cause I-- I fuck guys and I don't let it bother me?

I-- I don't have feelings? That's what you think of me?

I thought-- I thought you were my friend.

But you're just--

you're just like every other girl I grew up with.

You just love feeling superior to someone like me, right?

[Bea crying]

[door shuts closed]

[dramatic music playing]

-Hey. -Oh, thank God.

Sasha: I thought I was going to die.

And I kept trying to prepare myself

until I realized, there is nothing to prepare.

It's-- it's the end.

But... [sighs] ...it turns out I'm more valuable alive.

[laughs] At least for now.

-My God.

I did, however, think that with all the foreigners in town

for the Elton John concert tomorrow,

and all the cameras they've gathered,

they must be doing an operation at the hotel tonight.

-You're probably right.

-I-- I thought you might want to send people there,

see what's going on.

-Well, I don't make those kind of decisions.

But that's valuable. Thank you.

-What? -Nothing, I just...

you had this terrifying encounter,

and you went out of your way to get me this intel.

[heartfelt music playing]

-When my sister died, I thought there was no way

I could ever get answers.

Truth isn't something I have access to here.

For most of my life, I accepted it.

Doing this has ignited me.

My life may be small, but in my own way, I am defined.

-But what if the answers you discover

hurt more than not knowing?

-It's better than sitting in dark.

-Can I use your apartment tonight?

-Yeah.

Cheryl: Dane. Dane, hi!

I left three messages.

Did your girl not give them to you?

-I don't have a girl. -Really? You should.

I'll get somebody assigned up there.

Listen, I know

you might not think much of us on the sixth floor,

but I know more than you think.

As office manager, I have a very valuable vantage point.

I know that we are in trouble.

I know about the...

mole.

-I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to.

No. No, see, you don't get to do that, actually.

Because that thing was found on my son.

And I don't take my son lightly. I take my son very serious.

-I'm well aware of that, but--

-First on my list, obviously, Twila Hasbeck.

She shows absolutely no interest in being a secretary.

It's almost comical.

-[Dane clears throat] -At the very least,

I think she should be fired.

And investigated.

-From what I was told, she had no income

-after her husband's death. -[scoffs] I'm sorry.

I didn't realize the State Department

was a charity.

Hmm. Well, next, obviously is my nanny, Evie.

Dismiss me all you'd like,

but her looks are a walking distraction.

And she shows up out of the blue,

and I've caught her snooping more than once.

And she has the most access to Trent.

And then there's him.

Do you know that Shep sees a shrink once a week?

Mm-hmm.

Answer me this, does that look like

a man capable of introspection?

-Thanks to Redford, we know that tonight

at Hotel Intourist, the K.G.B.

is running a blackmail operation.

Now, our objective is to infiltrate

this blackmail operation by finding one of

the hidden cameras they've planted

throughout the hotel rooms,

and replacing one of the K.G.B. tapes

-with a tape of our own. -Hmm.

-The technology that Redford has been smuggling out

has allowed us to create an exact duplicate tape.

The only difference is that our tape

has a tracking device hidden in it.

-Oh.

-Since Caterpillar was unable to provide us

with the coordinates, this is going to be

how we figure out the location of the Kompromat facility.

-Right. Next slide.

-Uh, no. That is-- that's-- that's all.

That's it. That's all the slides.

-Two slides? Raymond.

-The rest are still being developed by the lab, so--

-Oh. -[Ray clears throat]

-Okay. So, uh, how many of these blackmail videos

have the Soviets collected?

-Well, we don't know the exact number,

but we suspect thousands.

If not more.

There is enough material in this Kompromat facility

to have us under the influence of Soviets for decades to come.

-So, that's probably why Sveta just showed up at George's door.

'Cause she was trying to get Kompromat on him.

That is exactly what I was thinking.

Yeah. But then why-- why would they kill her?

I mean, they're not gonna kill every call girl

that does one of these things.

-Whoever is doing this, is doing it for a very specific reason.

-So, how do we help?

How do we infiltrate the operation?

-Right. [clears throat]

So, the plan, uh, that we came up with

is that I will pose as an easy mark,

and you will be-- or pretend to be...

-Uh... -...a woman of the night.

A prostitute.

I think I've a better idea.

[bell tolls]

[tense music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

[baby crying]

[speaking in Russian]

[mellow guitar music playing]

-Ivanna. I didn't, uh, know you were coming.

-Maria asked me to. And I want to stick to my word.

-Right.

So... yeah, okay.

So, is this kind of music allowed, or...

-It's not popular enough to be a problem.

-You-- you really think that what is happening

in the hotel is-- is connected to the death of my friends?

-I-- I think it might. Yeah.

That's why, um, you know, I could use your help tonight.

You know, if I'm there posing as a prostitute,

then that could attract unwanted attention.

But you? You're-- you're known in those circles, so...

-But I-- I run for a reason.

You want me to put myself in danger again?

-I know. But I'll be there.

Every step of the way.

I-- I won't let anything bad happen.

I swear.

-You're not just some embassy secretary,

are you, Twila?

-You don't actually want me to answer that, do you?

[sighs]

-[gasps] -What the hell

-were you just doing? -Listen.

-Answer me.

-Okay, I was only-- I was only buying hash.

Here. [gasps]

[Dane sniffs]

-Hash? So, this is your therapy.

-My marriage is falling apart and it's--

and it's the only thing that keeps my mind calm.

[Dane sighs]

[mysterious music playing]

[sniffs]

[sighs]

[?]

[tense music playing]

-[sighs] All right.

Okay.

[Ray clears throat]

Do you see her?

Twila: Uh...

she'll be here.

I promise, yeah.

-Next. -Good evening.

I'm Mr. Howard's secretary.

We have two rooms booked for the night.

-Of course. -Here you go.

You know, I'll tell you what, Audrey.

You cancel my 8:30. [sighs]

After that shitstorm in D.C.,

I'm gonna need a stiff drink.

And then another one after that.

Twila: Oh. Of course, sir, yes.

-[Ray sighs] -Just one moment.

-Thank you.

Just, uh-- wait. Okay.

-Oh, shit, it's her.

Twila: Yeah.

-[Ray clears throat] -Her.

[speaking in Russian]

-[in English] Did you know about this?

-Uh, not exactly, no.

[speaking in Russian]

-[in English] You think-- you think

it's gonna work still, or...

-As long as he's buying it.

[speaking in Russian]

-Here you are, sir. -[sighs] Thank you.

You are in our suite, floor four room 12 and...

-Twelve? -...floor four, room 13.

-Thirteen, thank you. Okay, oh, yes.

-But first, please, allow me to show you to the bar.

-Ah! -We have a new

American drink on the menu.

-Right, yes, I got you. -Harvey Wallbanger

made with the finest Russian vodka.

-Oh! -Galliano liquor,

and fresh orange juice.

-Ray: Ah! -I think you will enjoy it.

A small taste of home.

Just so long as it's got alcohol,

-it's good with me. -[clerk laughs]

Clerk: Well, we have everything you could want in Russia.

Including, the most beautiful women.

-Aha! -Oh, oh...

[clears throat] Well, uh, thank you.

But, um... [laughs]

...not really my-- my style.

You know, you-- you might have

better luck with her, over there.

He prefers the Twiggy type, you know?

Just anything to get him out of my hair for the night.

-[laughs] Thank you. -Ray: Alright.

[sighs] I gotta get myself to bed.

Don't wake me up before nine.

Twila: Oh! Of course not.

[speaking in Russian]

[laughs] Bon soir!

Are you not a sight for sore eyes?

[laughs] I insist on buying you a drink.

[shushes] Oh, uh-- uh-- how about we go to your room?

-More private? [laughs] -To my room? [laughs]

Pierre: This way. [laughs]

Ivanna: Where-- where-- where you from?

-Paris, do you know? -Uh, no.

We're going to the sky.

-Wait! Wait! -It's beautiful.

-Oh! Can I join the party?

-Uh, yes. C'est Noel!

-Yes? -Yes!

-You want to go to Paris as well?

-Sure, yeah. -Yeah?

-She can come, huh? -Yeah.

Pierre: Yeah?

[knocking on door]

[lyrics in Russian]

[music fades]

-Hi. May I come in?

No.

No, no. I-- no, I love my wife.

[laughs] Well, let's keep this between us.

-No. -[laughs]

Really, really. No.

Please.

We don't have to do anything.

But if I go back downstairs, they...

Please.

Okay.

I-- I'm surprised you never-- never tried it.

It's much more popular in America, right?

-No, it is. It is.

I was just always too nervous.

[both laugh]

-I didn't wanna get in trouble. -Oh! [chuckles]

Must be the old you.

The one who cared about getting in trouble.

I never used to break any rules.

There was always this voice in my head telling me I shouldn't.

-Yeah.

Could you ever foresee smoking hash

with your foreign asset in Moscow,

while waiting for the K.G.B. agent you are seeing?

-No. -[both laugh]

No.

-No.

I'm...

I also have voices in my head.

This quiets it down a bit.

-Sometimes it's like I'm having five conversations

in my head at once.

Who I should be, who I shouldn't be...

what I should say, what...

what I should not say...

what language I should be speaking.

-Mmm.

It will be nice to quiet that chatter.

Just hear the voice you are speaking.

You okay?

I see, I see. Okay.

-It's all right. -Mmm.

-[laughs] It's fine.

I-- I know-- I know what to do.

If you're willing.

["Alone Again Or" by Love playing]

Just try to focus on music, nothing else.

That's how you will escape.

-Trust me. -[Bea laughs]

♪ Yeah, said it's alright ♪

♪ I won't forget ♪

♪ All the times I've waited patiently for you ♪

♪ And you'll do just what you choose to do ♪

♪ And I will be alone again tonight, my dear ♪

[both laugh]

-Twila: Merci. -Music, cigarettes,

-and drinks. -Yeah?

-Uh-huh. Yeah. -Bienvenue.

Bienvenue, chez moi... [speaking in French]

[Twila and Pierre laugh]

-Okay. Yeah. -We must celebrate.

We must celebrate, here I am with no wife to report to...

-Okay. -...no prime minister

to be reprimanded by.

-Ivanna: Thank you. -Pierre: Mmm.

-[Ivanna laughs] -And half a bottle

-of vodka to share. [laughs] -Yeah.

Pierre: Mmm.

[lyrics in Russian]

[speaking in French]

Is there a problem, or something?

-No, no problem. Salut!

-Salut! [laughs]

Salut, un autre!

Ivanna: Mm-hmm.

-Un autre, mmm. -Ivanna: Mmm.

Ah, merci!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! -Oh!

Oh, poutain, poutain, votre music!

Your music-- your music is shit!

-Your music is shit! -[Twila laughs]

-Whoop! Ah!

Your music is shit and your food?

But your girls?

-Right, right. Aren't they just...

Delicious.

...something, yeah?

-Hmm. -Ivanna: Yeah?

[sighs] Go to the bathroom! Yeah.

-Why don't we get a little comfortable, yes?

-[laughs] Well, hey.

Where you go, we will follow--

[Pierre laughs]

Ivanna: Why do you still wear clothes?

Mmm! [speaking French]

-Okay, yeah. -I don't know.

-Yeah, why do you still wear clothes?

-Magnifique. -[Ivanna chuckles]

Whoa!

-Here, I'll-- yeah.

-Back in the U.S.S.R.

[speaking in French]

-Foreigners can never hold Russian vodka.

It was only a matter of time.

-So... -So...

What is next?

[lyrics in Russian]

-Well, I mean, we're supposed to look for that camera.

[faint music]

[glasses clinking]

Hm?

[Andrei grunting]

[Andrei groans, sighs]

[Andrei groaning in pain]

[Andrei gasping]

Twila: Okay, okay. Okay. Oh, yeah.

Here. Spread your legs.

Ah, it's not here. Perfect.

-[Ivanna grunts] Behind the painting?

-Turn around. Okay. -Oh! Yeah.

-[both panting] -Yeah.

-Okay. -Uh! Yeah!

-Is it there? -No.

-No? Okay. Okay. -Down there?

-Yeah. Yeah, okay. -[Ivanna sighs]

-Is it in there? -No.

-Okay. Yeah. -[both panting]

-Yeah. -Oh!

-On the table? -Yeah.

-Okay. -Huh!

[Ivanna grunts]

-Okay. No, not there. -[Ivanna giggling]

Inside the drawer.

[both panting]

-Oh. Whoa. -Curtain?

-Yeah, okay. -Okay.

[both panting]

[Twila pants, laughs]

[both panting]

[Twila chuckling]

-Am I funny to you?

[both panting]

[?]

[both panting, moaning]

[lyrics in Russian]

[?]

[panting, moaning]

-Is this good?

[panting]

[moaning]

[lyrics in Russian]

-I can't remember the last time I...

-[Sasha laughs] -You knew exactly what I needed.

-It's not so hard if you see someone.

-You see me?

[faint music]

[sighs]

-I have to go.

[echoing] Will you be okay here with him?

-I'll be okay.

[echoing] I'll imagine someone else.

[knocking]

-Just listen to your own voice.

[echoing]

[sighs]

-[door shuts] -[Bea groans]

[groan echoing]

[knocking echoes]

[Bea inhales deeply]

[echoing]

[ominous tone plays]

[echoes]

[echoes] Andrei.

This was a mistake.

[sighing deeply]

-[tap squeaks] -[water trickling]

[?]

-I'll take the pork chops.

-Yes. Unfortunately, we do not have the pork chops.

-Uh, then I'll have the French meat,

whatever the hell that is.

-Yes, we are out of that too.

-You can't possibly be out of the fish

with gelatine, can you?

-In fact, the whole third page we do not have.

-Why don't you just bring us two of whatever it is you do have.

-[waiter sighs] -Dane: Thank you.

-God, I hate Moscow. It's a shell of a city.

And to think it's my own men bringing me here.

-So, um, how's the new job, sir?

-You settling in... -Do you wanna do small talk?

You know why I'm here, and it's because you...

-Sir, um, uh, before you continue,

I should make you aware of some

plain clothed friends behind me at the bar,

over there by the front door, and of course, right beside us.

[sighs]

-I thought living with my mother in law was oppressive.

-Sorry, sir, it's just the way they do things here.

-[sighs] -They're not subtle about--

-Well, it's a miracle anything gets done here.

-But your choice of agents... -Um, sir...

...I mean, it would make sense if they were eye candy,

but you shop at a totally different candy store,

-so that's out-- -Sir, I'm sorry, um...

-What? -...we should...

[suspenseful music playing]

-And it's like that every day? -Yes.

[Stanley laughs]

-Sir, I promise you, although

our tactics may seem unconventional,

we're on the verge of a major breakthrough where if we--

-Unconventional is not gonna cover for you, Mister Walter.

I mean, what were you thinking?

You hired two unqualified women

and then you let a grandma wander off.

-That wasn't-- -It's a goddamned embarrassment.

So, one more thing winds up out of place,

and I'm talking a hairnet

on a cafeteria worker in the embassy,

you can kiss not just Moscow, but the entire company goodbye.

-Yes, sir.

[Dane sighs]

[water splashing]

[ominous music]

-Relax, Andrei.

Just let me take care of you.

[?]

[Andrei sighs]

Who did this to you?

[Andrei sighs]

[echoes] I look better this way.

Better with scars.

We're the same, you and me, Nadiya.

When you're born in the provinces, like us...

you know how easy it is for a life to go to waste.

But there's also an advantage of once being very small.

-We're underestimated. -Mm.

-That is our power. -Mm-hmm.

When my husband died it would've been so easy

for me to go home.

I didn't want it.

It felt small.

I wanted a life...

full of surprises.

-Mm.

And are you surprised...

to be here...

right now with me?

-Yes.

[sighs]

What's your dream, Andrei?

[?]

-More.

I dream of more.

[Bea sighs]

-What are you willing to do, Andrei?

[?]

-The elites...

I have what I need to fuck them.

-Leverage? -Mm-hmm.

Every man has secrets.

There's something...

some piece of knowledge that could ruin every life.

I was never going to rot.

Everyone has got a weak spot.

Their secrets, Nadiya. [laughs]

I find it...

and they will give me the world.

-They'll never see you coming. -[sighs] Yeah.

[?]

[both panting]

[both groaning, moaning]

[panting]

-Babe. [echoing]

[?]

[panting heavily]

[moaning]

[Russian music over radio]

-Do I scare you?

Because I should.

[Pierre groans]

Twila: Oh.

-Pierre: Was I good? -Oh, yeah, Frenchie,

you were great.

[sighs, speaking in French]

-So, the next time that he comes to you,

and he's apologetic, you're gonna look at him

in the eyes, and you're gonna say...

-I will say, "No. You have had your chance."

-From here on out, you're only thinking of...

-Myself. -Yourself.

-[Yulia laughs] -Go! Look at you! See?

That's a weight, that's a weight off.

[Ray sighs]

[Yulia sobbing]

-Oh. -I'm sorry.

-No, no. Shh, shh, shh. It's okay, it's okay.

-Here. Why don't I just-- -Yulia: I'm sorry.

I just-- I don't know how to thank you.

-Yulia, you have already done more than enough, hmm?

-Come here. [Ray laughs] -Thank you.

-It's hard to find someone who listens.

-Mm-hmm. -Nobody listens to me.

Ray: I am listening to you, right here, right now.

-Yulia: Thank you so much. -Ray: Of course.

Oh, shh, shh, shh. Let it all out. There you go.

Yeah, yeah. Oh, my goodness.

Here, here. There you go.

[emotional piano music]

-Well...

-Well...

-I'm sorry, uh, we-- we couldn't get more answers for Maria.

You-- you know Ray said, uh, we can track the tapes now,

so I'm confident maybe that'll help us get more information.

-Mm, or it will lead to nowhere.

-Or that, yeah.

Did she say anything about the-- the guy that hired her?

Anything that could, you know, help us find him?

-Mm, he did not use his real name.

But she said what he looks like.

Uh, high cheeks, blonde hair...

deep blue eyes that look right through you.

Oh, my God.

[?]

[music turns dramatic]

[door creaks and shuts close]

Dane: Oh, fuck you, Chris.

[sinister music]

[pants and groans angrily]

[groans]

[sobbing]

[somber music]

[shaky sigh]

[clears throat]

Uh, I-- I need, uh, I need an outside line.

[breathing shakily]

I-- I-- I-- I need to see you.

-Mister Ray? -[Ray] gasps]

Oh, Eevi. Oh, wow.

-Oh, uh... -You-- you scared me.

-I was worried. You were out so late.

-Oh, sorry. -I, uh,

I-- I kept reheating dinner but...

-You did? I'm so sorry.

-Oh, no. -Oh, okay.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

[Ray sighs]

Oh, I'm sorry, do you wanna-- do you want a plate?

We can eat together, if you want.

Oh, don't worry.

It's fine. Yeah?

-Okay. [sighs] -Okay.

-Thank you.

-Okay.

-How was your night?

-Uh, it was good.

It was really, um, you know, busy.

]"Crying in the Night" by Buckingham Nicks]

-[knocking] ♪ She was that ♪

-Hello? ♪ Kind of lady ♪

♪ Times were hard, oh ♪

♪ She come ♪

-Hey.

-Hey.

-I have so much to tell you.

-Well then, come the fuck in. -Yeah?

♪ But she'll leave you ♪

♪ Crying in the night ♪

♪ She will leave you ♪

♪ Crying in the night ♪

♪ Whoa, she's gonna leave you ♪

♪ Crying in the night ♪

♪ She's back in town ♪

♪ And she's looking around ♪

♪ Say you needed someone to depend on ♪

♪ You're all alone, she's the only one ♪

♪ Who can come take you far away ♪

♪ Take your breath away ♪

♪ But she'll leave you ♪

♪ Crying in the night ♪

♪ She will leave you ♪

♪ Crying in the night ♪

♪ Whoa, she's gonna leave you ♪

♪ Crying in the night ♪

♪ She's back ♪