01x01 - Second Hand News

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["Second Hand News" by Fleetwood Mac]

♪ I know there's nothin' to say ♪

♪ Someone has taken my place ♪

♪ When times go bad ♪

♪ When times go rough ♪

♪ Won't you lay me down in tall grass ♪

♪ And let me do my stuff ♪

♪ I know I got nothin' on you ♪

♪ I know there's nothin' to do ♪

♪ When times go bad ♪

♪ And you can't get enough ♪

♪ Won't you lay me down
in the tall grass ♪

♪ And let me do my stuff ♪
♪ Do it ♪

♪ Bow, bow, bow, bow, ba-bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow, ba-bow ♪

♪ Bow, bow, bow, bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow ♪

♪ Doot, do-do-doot do,
bow, bow, bow, bow, ba-bow ♪

♪ Bow, bow, bow, bow, ba-bow ♪

♪ Bow, bow, bow, bow,
bow, bow, bow, bow ♪

♪ One thing I think you should know ♪

♪ I ain'’t gonna miss you when you go ♪

♪ Been down so long ♪

♪ I've been tossed around enough ♪

♪ Oh, couldn't you just let me go down ♪

♪ And do my stuff? ♪

♪ I know you're hoping to find... ♪

Coldest day of the year.

[Tom sighs] Worst city in the world.

♪ When times go bad,
when times go rough ♪

♪ Won't you lay me down... ♪

I heard your wife just got in.
I want to meet her.

Oh, you'll meet her.

[indistinct background conversation]

I think there's been a leak.

We've prepared a plan to exfiltrate you.

If you say yes now,

me and my associate will get you and your
family across the border into Finland.

You have one minute to decide.

[tense music]

[dog barking]

_

_

[whistle]

I know, I said you had a minute.
Now you don't.

_
_

Twila: Oh, no! My God!

- Lady, what are you doing?
- Wait, what. You speak English?

- No. Do you?
- What?

You should put your money away. Yeah.

Everyone in this market's
a f*cking con artist

if you give them a chance.

Don't you just love
how none of these people

understand English
till you start insulting them?

Then they're all suddenly fluent.

Yeah. Okay, now.

Look 'Egg Woman' in the eye
and repeat after me,

- in Russian, obviously, 'cause you can.
- Okay.

Go f*ck yourself, b*tch.
Gimme my f*ck' eggs.

I cannot say that.

You want your eggs or not?

_

b*tch?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

_

Okay, well, maybe
maybe don't say it so much.

Um, I don't usually see
Americans at this market.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

It's right down the road
from the Embassy.

Well, yeah, but I don't know...

people don't normally leave the compound.

Huh. So, what made you decide
to venture out today, Bea?

- How do you know my name?
- Educated guess.

Some of the other Embassy wives
were talking about someone

and you fit their description perfectly.

Well, how... how...
how did they describe me?

- Just like this.
- Like what?

[Sergei] _

[g*nshots ringing]

_

Let's pull over and ask.

Don't be an as*h*le. He's scared.

- [tense music]
- [g*nshots ringing]

- [crowd yelling]
- [car horn honking]

Lady in Tunnel: Ah!

- [tires screeching]
- Sergei: I don't want to die.

I have two children!

Don't worry.
We've done this a hundred times.

Nyet!

Bea: How long have you been in Moscow?

Oh, I was here
for two years, a few years ago.

But this time around,
just since yesterday.

Hmm.

Stayed in Stockholm
a while after my husband

was transferred, 'cause you know, ugh!

- Moscow.
- Shh.

You can't just insult
their city out loud.

Sure you can.

They're well aware it's a sh*t h*le.

- How long have you been here?
- Six months.

But I still have a lot to learn, clearly.

And what does your husband do?

Communications envoy for the...

[both] associate to the U.S.
Ambassador to the U.S.S.R.

- Stop it.
- Come on.

We both know what our husbands really do.

Sergei: I'm supposed to meet
a new contact tonight.

_

_

Write down location for the meet.

Here.

- [glass shattering]
- [tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[dynamic music]

- [g*nsh*t ringing]
- [glass shattering]

- [tires screeching]
- [horn honking]

Snowshoe? We're almost at the airfield.

Snowshoe!

Snowshoe?

- Sergei!
- f*ck. We're f*cked.

[Chris sighs]

[sighs]

Bea: But... but...

Twila: But what? No one's listening.

We're the wives.
No one cares what we say.

So it's probably unnecessary
that you went out

and learned all that Russian.

Well, no, I studied
Russian Lit at Wellesley,

- so, you know?
- Oh, did we?

- [Bea laughs]
- Mm. Yeah, that was some real

"w*r and Peace" sh*t
back there at the egg stand.

- Well...
- Impressive.

- Thanks?
- Okay.

Well, I'll see ya sometime.

Uh, are you going to the
Embassy Christmas party tonight?

I'm gonna do my best to get out of that.

Well, I... I think
we're all supposed to go, so...

I'm sure we all are.

Okay.

This is a disaster.

I mean, I could barely find
passable ingredients.

This is like, beet sugar.

Did you even know that
beets made sugar? I didn't.

And I do not get this thing about
how we have to boil the milk here.

It just makes me wonder,
what am I boiling off?

Try this and tell me it doesn't
strongly suggest mayonnaise.

- You know, actually, I kinda like it.
- No, you do not have to lie.

I love you for trying though.

Look, I promise you, it's gonna be

one of the better cakes down there.

Ugh. I just do not need
the other wives judging me.

- Who's judging you?
- Bea: Everyone.

This new wife
that I met at the market today,

she had already heard about me,

which just makes me wonder what is she...

Chris: If the other wives
are talking, they're just...

- they're just jealous.
- What, jealous,

because my husband's in the "C.I.A."?

Look, they wouldn't know that for sure.

I meant they're jealous of you.

- Oh, yeah. Sure.
- Come on, Beebee.

You're educated, you're ambitious.

I mean, most of the women in the embassy,

they don't have anything else
going on besides gossip.

Well, yeah, I might be educated,

but I'm not doing anything with it.

You're the one off
saving the world all day.

I'm just here.

Another secretary in the embassy.

The smartest secretary in the embassy.

Well, you've met the other
wives. That's barely a compliment.

[Chris sighs] Come on, Bea,
look, just a few more years.

Then I'll be the one at home
holding down the fort,

while you're off doing great things.

You don't have to say that.

Look, I'm not just saying it.

Look, that was our deal, right?

Mm-hmm.

And you're not gonna believe

the cakes I'm gonna make for
you and the kids.

- [Bea laughs] Really?
- Mm.

- The kids?
- [Chris sighs]

Chris, honey, you're bleeding.

Oh, that's, uh, that's not my blood.

Well, take off your shirt.
I will wash it.

[Chris sighs]

And then take off your pants.

There's blood on my pants too?

No.

Oh!

[kissing sounds]

♪ You find warmth in a one-night bed... ♪

Bea: Mm.

- [kissing sounds]
- Whoa!

[Bea laughs] I knew it!

- The truth comes out.
- [Chris laughs]

- You're right.
- You're an awful liar.

- It's awful.
- It's terrible, it's just like a salami sandwich.

It's disgusting.

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

[Bea grunts] Wait.

[whispering] Are they listening?

The Russians.

- God, I hope so.
- Oh!

♪ Oh, no, too long... ♪

[Chris and Bea sigh]

So... so why do you even want me there?

- Why do you care?
- Because even if we can't have a family,

I still...

[Tom sighs] I still need a wife.

Wow.

- [Tom sighs]
- So you're just gonna leave?

I have to go deal with something.

I thought you had to go to this party.

I do. Okay? I do.

I just have to go and take
care of something first.

Which is why I am asking you...

to get there on time on our behalf.

- [Twila laughs]
- Okay, can you just do that for me, baby?

- Please?
- Yes. Yes, baby.

Thank you. Smile at the Ambassador.

Take a picture with Santa.

- Okay.
- I'll be there later.

So, I... I get it, so, I gotta go to
this stupid embassy party alone,

while you go on your fun little mission

- with the "C.I.A."
- Tom: Twila!

[tentative music]

[Twila scoffs]

[both scoff]

Twila: Ugh!

[sighs]

[chuckles] f*ck' stupid.

[laughs]

[Twila sighs] Great.

Have fun! See ya...

baby!

[sighs]

[crowd clamoring]

Whoa!

Alan: Hon, you're gonna wanna
make that a double.

- It's freezing in here.
- [Bea laughs]

- Hi.
- Hi.

Have you met Beatrice? She's on my desk.

- Hi.
- Best secretary I ever had.

Well, I'm sure you say that to
all the secretaries, Mister Salek.

- Alan.
- Alan.

- Always Alan.
- Alan.

Ray: Uh, everyone? Everyone! Um.

Just a bit of great news.

Uh, it's gonna take a while for it to,

uh, warm up,
but the heat is back on so...

- [crowd cheers]
- Ray: So, yeah. [sighs]

- Alan: Hallelujah!
- Ray: Yeah.

[sighs] Ah!

Twila: Thank you!

Thank you! [laughs]

I... I couldn't have
done it without y'all,

the little people, right?

[crowd clamoring]

Why is it so cold in here? Hello?

Guess I'm the only one who's
gonna do anything about anything.

Okay.

- Oh.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Uh, the... the... the Soviets

cut our heat, but it's being handled.

Well, look at you!

Knowing the ins and outs
of what's being handled.

- [Bea sighs]
- Hmm.

f*ck. Cheryl's here.

Didn't know she was in Moscow.

[sighs]

We were stationed together
in Vietnam for two months.

It was my own personal Vietnam.

[Bea laughs] Oh.

- Yeah.
- [Bea chuckles]

Ray: So, the... the...
the way that it ended up...

- No, no. It was like this.
- The, uh, the... well...

- When Ray first proposed...
- She loves this story. [laughs]

I just said... I said... I said no.

I said flat out no, uh, and then

- a few weeks later he proposed again...
- [Gretchen laughs]

and I said...

- [both] No.
- [Ray laughs]

Third time I said yes, okay? I said yes.

Bea, how did you meet Chris?

Oh, how did we meet? Okay,
so I was... I was at Wellesley...

- Put it down.
- ...and they always used to bus us into Cambridge

for these mixers
with... with Harvard and MIT.

This one time, my friend Amy,
she was building up the courage

to talk to a boy that she liked,
so I went with her.

And there I was, standing in the corner

reading "Twelfth Night", um...

I don't know... 'cause I had
an exam the next day, you know?

- [Gretchen laughs]
- I, uh, had to study.

And this... this
handsome man just walks over

and... and... and starts
talking about Shakespeare.

You know? And it... it... it
wasn't a "come on" or anything.

He just... really wanted to talk.

So, um, you know, I just guess

we haven't stopped talking since.

- Bea, that's lovely.
- [Cheryl laughs]

I'm just so glad that
my husband's secretary here

has such a strong
marriage with her husband.

After what happened
with that girl in Antwerp, I...

- Twila: How many people...
- Oh.

...do you actually k*ll, like
how many people have you k*lled?

Just...

- you know, ball park...
- Missus Hasbeck.

I need to speak with you. It's important.

Missus Grant,

I need to speak with you
and Missus Hasbeck in private.

Would you follow me please?

[distorted music]

[Dane's voice distorts]
We can speak in private in here.

Uh...

Uh, I... I... I'm sorry, sir.

I'm just in the... in the...
[clears throat]

- Mister Szymanski.
- Sorry, sir. Just have to...

- Mister Szymanski.
- Yes, sir.

[sighs] Missus Grant.

Missus Hasbeck.

Earlier this evening,
a small single-engined aircraft

crashed in a field


I regret to inform you that

both of your husbands were on that plane.

What? I don't understand.

There were no survivors of the crash.

[somber music]

But that...

doesn't make, I...

No, because Chris would have told me if
he was... if he was getting on a plane.

No, he wouldn't have.

No, but he's such a good pilot.
I... I don't...

- Bea. Bea.
- I think you've got this wrong.

- But he's... he... he flew missions.
- Bea.

What are we supposed to tell people?

You can tell them
that two embassy employees

- on diplomatic business were flying a small...
- [Bea sobbing]

Dane:...single-engined
Soviet made aircraft

and after encountering engine failure,

- the plane crashed and that...
- You're giving us the cover story?

What happened?

You'll be escorted back
to your living quarters now.

- Pack only essentials.
- What?

Dane: The staff will gather and ship

the rest of your belongings
to you at a later date.

You're going home
to be with your families.

We are very sorry for your losses.

They are losses
that we all share with you.

Bullshit.

No.

- No! I...
- Twila: Come on. I know.

Bea: What?

[sighs]

[door shuts close]

[sniffs and clears throat]

["After The Goldrush" by Prelude]

♪ Well, I dreamed
I saw the knights in armor ♪

♪ Coming sayin' something about a queen ♪

♪ There were peasants singin'
and drummers drumming ♪

♪ And the archer split the tree ♪

♪ There was a fanfare
blowin' to the sun ♪

♪ That was floating on the breeze ♪

♪ Look at mother nature on the run ♪

♪ In the nineteen-seventeen ♪

♪ I was lyin' in a burned-out basement ♪

♪ With a full moon in my eyes ♪

♪ I was hopin' for a replacement ♪

♪ When the sun burst through the skies ♪

♪ All in a dream, all in a dream ♪

♪ The loading had begun ♪

♪ Flyin' mother nature's silver seed ♪

♪ To a new home in the sun ♪

My Mishka. [sighs]

[Bea sighs]

[Manya sighs] Oh.

Come on in.
Your parents are still asleep.

- That's okay.
- We weren't expecting you 'til this afternoon.

- Yeah.
- You want me to wake them up?

No. No, no, no. Don't worry.

Your room is all ready for you.

- Thank you.
- Here.

Take this.

Oh, I'm so not hungry.

So, don't eat the pickles.

Okay.

[indistinct announcement over radio]

God. [sighs]

- [loud knocking]
- Rick: Yeah?

- What you want...
- [Twila sighs]

If it isn't the jetsetter.

- Parlez-vous Francais, Madame?
- Yeah. Is... is my mother here?

[Rick laughs]

What?

She took off months ago.

She didn't tell you?

- Probably just forgot.
- Uh, you wanna crash?

I got a couch.

[Twila sighs]

I just don't know what I'm gonna
do with my life now. You know?

Like, I... I mean, I guess I could
take a correspondence course.

And go to get a masters.

Or, I could see
if my old elementary school's

looking for teachers.
You know, I was great with kids.

- Manya: Sha!
- What?

- Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha.
- What?

Calm your mind. You don't need
to make any plan now.

Bea: I do, though.

Because, you know,
we were gonna take turns.

First, it was gonna be,
you know, Chris was gonna get

to where he was gonna get to at work.

And then it was gonna be my turn.

- Mm.
- What?

Nothing.

Men do that now, husbands, you know,

are different than they were.

What do you want to do?

I wanna find out what happened to Chris.

Well, sometimes in life,

you have to live with not knowing.

I will never know what
happened to your grandfather.

_

You ever think about going back?

Trying to see if you can find
out what happened.

I used to.

But now I'm an Alter Kocker.

No, you're not.

You are young, you still have time

to find these answers, if you want them.

Does this mean anything to you?

_

Doesn't mean anything to me,

but it's probably some...

Moscow slang or some... I don't know.

What is this card?

Found it in Chris' pocket.

It's just...

another question
I don't have an answer for.

[intriguing music]

Bush: What the f*ck happened out there?

Dane: We don't know, sir.

The agents have gone quiet,
and there's no chatter

- on the surveillance lines.
- Bush: Did the Soviets k*ll them?

Dane: We don't know for certain
who's responsible, sir.

Who's the head of the Moscow station?

Me, sir.

Then I guess you're
responsible, Mister Walter.

The world in which we live
and work is one of secrets.

As a consequence, few can know

the ultimate sacrifice
paid by these two men.

But we, in this room, know.

We know they lived as heroes,
and died as heroes.

On behalf of myself
and Director George Bush

and in accordance with the traditions

of the Central Intelligence Agency,

two stars have been added
in their memory,

etched in marble to the Memorial Wall.

Their names will not live on the wall,

but these men will live
in our memory and our hearts.

Thank you.

Missus Hasbeck.

[Twila scoffs]

Dane: Missus Grant.

[somber music]

That's it?

What were you expecting?

Wait. That's... that's it?

Like... that...
that's all you're gonna say?

I though t you were gonna
tell us something.

Like what, Missus Grant?

Like what happened to our husbands?

I'm very sorry for your loss.

No.

Twila: I grew up
down the road from the base.

Figured I'd just keep
dating military guys,

'til one of them agreed to
take me the f*ck out of there.

- Mm.
- And Tom was...

he was handsome, he was confident.

And like an old fashioned
gentleman, or something.

Like, something out of a movie.

- Mm.
- [Twila scoffs] He courted me.

Then I got pregnant. So, we got married.

Uh, I didn't know you two had kids.

We don't. It's a...

I lost it.

Oh. Oh, I am so sorry.

Oh, it's okay. It's...

- Yeah. You know I...
- Okay.

I'd never even
left Indiana until I met Tom,

and now I've... [blowing raspberry]

...been just about everywhere.

- So...
- So...

where are you off to next?

I'm, uh...

Nowhere. There's now here for me to go.

Not a place I, uh... [sighs]

Ah, I can't believe
I'm gonna say this one,

but I'd go back to Russia, at this point.

I mean, I'd have this
whole place to myself,

paid for by the United States Government.

- No rules...
- Wha... [sighs] Were you paying attention?

There are so many rules.

You know what? That's so weird
with you saying that.

Because I...
I was thinking about going back.

- Hmm.
- Bea: Even before the memorial,

I was thinking
the only way I'm gonna find out

what happened to Chris is if I go back.

- Hmm.
- Can I show you something?

Oh, God, are you one of those people
who asks if you can ask a question?

Right after Chris died, this... [sighs]

...this was in the pocket of his coat.

- "My Beautiful Wife"...
- But open it.

Mm, yes.

Right. I can't read that.

No, well I can.

And it's not Chris' handwriting.

Interesting. What's it say?

It says. "Winged horse
over the entire world."

- The f*ck does that mean?
- I don't think it's somethin

we can figure out unless...
unless we go back.

Mm.

The only way I'm gonna find out

what happened to Chris is...
if I go back to Moscow.

You know, 'cause is...
if... if we don't go back,

then we're letting them tell us nothing.

And we're agreeing that we're
fine knowing nothing forever.

No.

- Mister...
- Eh, Dane!

- Mister Walter? Mister Walter?
- Dane?

What are you still doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

We'd like a word.

Hmm, yes. Might we have a word, kind sir?

Oh, my God. Shut up.

Follow me.

Bea: And I have experience translating.

So I could be incredibly helpful
with the Russian language.

And... and I am very
experienced in foreign service.

I have been to many countries...

- Yeah.
- ...I know people all over the world.

We have a full
administrative staff in Moscow.

There is no reason for us to bring
more Americans into the country,

unless they are key
to our intelligence work.

Then let us do that.

- What?
- Yes.

Yeah... yes. Let us do that.

I want to make an impact, sir.
And I know that I can.

I have to do something
important with my life.

- Yeah.
- I... I... I minored

in political science.

I... I have incredible references.

Yeah, yeah. And get this.

Look at us.

No one would ever suspect us of anything.

I mean, we're women,
people only look at us

if they wanna f*ck us
or marry us, and that's it.

So nobody would ever think
that two people like us

would be spies and you know that.

Missus Hasbeck, I heard you.

No.

You wanna do what?

Sir, one of them
speaks Russian, fluently.

Good accent. She could pass.

And the other one
is fearless, like a bull.

Now, I don't know
if they could do much alone.

But together,
they could make a good officer.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

These are girls.

We've sent the best
officers we have to Moscow

and it's blown up in our face.

These two ladies?

They'd get m*rder*d, day one.

But they're women. We could use that.

Director, we have never successfully run

a Soviet agent in Moscow.

I've spent my entire career trying.

The K.G.B. is all over us, all the time.

If you are a man,
and you walk out of the embassy,

you have a Soviet shadow.

But the one thing
the Russians would never do

is bring on a woman as a case officer.

So, they'd never suspect that we would.

This could be our chance to be

one step ahead of them, on their turf.

No.

No, I'm afraid it isn't my ship
to steer anymore.

I'm out, inauguration day.

You have to sit on this,
'til there's a new "D.C.I."

Sir, we have a Soviet agent
on the inside now,

who is working on the ground
with new Soviet technology.

He's scared, but he wants to help.

Every case officer I send in

has his cover blown on the first meet.

[Bush scoffs]

And sir, if... if I may...

this might be an opportunity for you

to do something real for this agency.

This could be your legacy, sir.

[Bush sighs]

If we do this...

this mission would have to be
completely in the black.

I can stall for a week, maybe two.

But then I would have to
brief the President-elect.

Understood, sir.

I'll use them to pass
and retrieve documents,

but they will never be privy
to the intelligence.

They're not a part of this operation.

Understood, sir.

- Walter?
- Sir?

When this thing blows up,

and I strongly suspect that it will,

it can never come back to me,

that I sent two American girls
to the Soviet Union to die.

Yes, sir.

["Rainy Day Man" by Tom Rush]
♪ What good is that happy lie ♪

♪ All you wanted ♪

♪ From the start was to cry, girl ♪

♪ It looks like another fall ♪

Ray: Hello, Missus Grant.
Apologies for bothering you...

- What?
- ...at this hour, but, uh,

we have to do a bug sweep
of the entire apartment.

- Let's do the bedroom.
- What?

Uh, kitchen, bathroom as well.

Bea: What is happening?

Um, excuse me?

- What?
- What... I...

Oh, shoes off? Shoes off, gentlemen.

- Oh, oh... No, that's not...
- [Ray sighs]

What are... Oh, wait.

I don' t have any pictures of Chris here.

Could I take that?

Please, Ray, I just need to be
able to see his face.

[music continues]

Alright, fine, but...

if anyone finds out I gave that to you,

we will both be in a lot of trouble.

Okay, thank you.

Ray: I'm very sorry for your loss.

Stevenson?

[clears throat] Okay.

♪ It looks like another fall ♪

♪ Your friends
don't seem to help at all ♪

♪ When you're feeling
kinda cold and small ♪

♪ Call on your rainy day man ♪

♪ It does you no good to pretend, girl ♪

♪ You've made a hole,
it's much too big to mend ♪

♪ And it looks like
you lose again, my friend ♪

♪ So call on your rainy day man ♪

♪ Now rainy day man
he don't like sunshine ♪

♪ He don't chase rainbows ♪

♪ Can't use no good times ♪

♪ Grey days rolling ♪

♪ Then you'll see him ♪

♪ The empty feeling ♪

♪ Now you need him... ♪

Dane: This is the bubble.

The only room in the Embassy
we can be sure

we're not being listened to or watched.

Anytime you are anywhere else
in the entire complex,

assume someone can hear you.

Do you both understand?

- [both] Yes, sir.
- Good.

Missus Grant, you will be reinstated

in your previous position as a secretary

to the U.S. Cultural Attaché.

Okay.

Meanwhile, Missus Hasbeck,
I couldn't find

any kind of a...

job history connected to your
previous Embassy posts.

Yeah. That is correct.

They gave me the option to be a secretary

or to not be a secretary.

Well, starting today,

you'll work the secretarial desk

for the special assistant
to the Ambassador.

So, you suspect him of something?

What... what do we think he's doing?

Working with the Soviets,
or you want me to listen in

on his calls and report back to you?

Or I could covertly
take pictures of his files.

None of those things.

We would like you to perform
the duties of a secretary.

What do you mean?

I mean, typing, scheduling.

- Shorthand.
- Do you know shorthand?

No!

- You'll have to learn shorthand.
- Mm.

I mean, why would I have to
learn shorthand to be a spy?

I... I'm sorry, I... [sighs],

I already was a secretary.

- Twila: Yeah.
- And I didn't come back

to be a secretary again.

I thought you had
a real assignment for us.

Yeah, I mean, we're not
gonna risk our lives

to learn how to use a Xerox machine.

You don't know
how to use a Xerox machine?

Thes jobs are your cover.

- [both] Okay.
- Dane: All right.

We will be in touch

with your covert assignment this evening.

Until then, Missus Hasbeck,

please learn how to type.

- [phone ringing]
- [coffee maker chimes]

Beatrice, you wanna come in here?

- Sir?
- I have a little present for you.

- A dictation.
- Mm-hmm.

When the special assistant
has an appointment,

you need to mark it down
on his desk calendar,

his pocket calendar
and his wall calendar.

How many places did you record it?

- All of them.
- Oh, see you say that, but you didn't.

Let's try and do it,
but the right way this time.

- Okay.
- Okay.

[Twila sighs and clears throat]

I just wanted to say
how sorry I am about Chris.

Thank you so much.

Anyway, if you need anything from me,

please let me know.

I feel like I should be asking you that.

- [Twila sighs]
- It's just funny.

When they said they were
bringing you back as a secretary,

I assumed it was because you had...

Oh, I don't know,
any experience as a secretary.

Hmm. I can see
where you'd find that funny.

But that's just 'cause
you don't know my background.

- Oh.
- I actually have

four years of experience
in secretarial work,

at the Tredway Hotel Group
which is unfortunately

no longer in operation
but it was world-renowned.

You wouldn't know it, beautiful place.

We did scheduling
slightly differently at Tredway.

It was slightly more advanced,

but I'm sure your way is fine too.

- Cheryl: Twila? Wait.
- Twila: Just gonna hang this up.

- Yep. Cheryl?
- Cheryl: Hi.

Retract the claws. She's new.

- Cheryl: Mm-hmm.
- Don't worry, honey.

I'm comfortable
with a real learning curve.

[Cheryl sighs]

The embassy really moved heaven
and earth to get you back here.

All because I told them the temp
we had wasn't working out.

It's... [sighs]

...it's almost odd that they did that.

You know what, sir?

I think that they must

really value the work you do here.

You know?

I think you're right.

- Yeah.
- Alan: Yeah.

I'd like you both to look behind us.

But slowly, do it casually.

- You see the car?
- Twila: Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
- That's the K.G.B.

- sh*t. Whoa, so...
- Uh...

They... they already know about
us? They're... they're onto us?

No, the K.G.B.'s always following me.

To them, I'm a P.O.I.
A person of interest.

But you two are P.O.N.I.'s.

[Twila chuckles] Ponies?

Persons of no interest.

Exactly, you're not on their radar...

yet.

Then why do they think we're with you?

Oh, we're getting dinner,
we're seeing the view,

you know, we're f*cking you.

[Ray laughs]

As the K.G.B.
may or may not be well aware,

I am a happily married man.

You notice the little triangle of dirt

on their windshield?

That's an issue with the K.G.B. carwash,

which they've never fixed because,

- well, because it's Russia.
- [Bea and Twila laugh]

But all K.G.B. cars
will have that triangle of dirt.

Alright.

For about a year now,

we've been trying to turn a Soviet agent.

You do not need to know his name.

To you, he will be C.K. Solar.

What does he know that we need to know?

You don't need to know that.

C.K. Solar is highly placed

and working with important
Russian intelligence.

We need to get that intelligence.

- Hmm.
- Missus Grant,

you will interact with C.K. Solar,

because of your proficiency
with the Russian language.

That being said,

- you should not converse.
- Okay.

Just give or get
what you need, and walk away.

- Yes, sir.
- Missus Hasbeck?

- Yeah.
- You'll be the lookout.

- Right.
- It's not a question, Missus Hasbeck,

of if there is K.G.B. around.

There will be, always.

It's your job to figure out if they know

what's going on or not.

Trust your gut.

Do you both understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Missus Grant, when you meet C.K. Solar,

you will say, "It looks like
it might snow today".

- Looks like it might snow today.
- And he will say, "Not to worry,

I think spring is coming soon."

...is coming soon. Okay.

Dane: Yeah. In Russian, of course.

Uh, of course.

Other details and instructions

are in this folder.

Please read them and then destroy them.

This is what you're gonna give him.

- Why?
- You don't need to know.

Huh.

Wow. So, when do we go? When do we do it?

Not tonight. But soon.

Look for a lipstick mark on
your door. That'll mean it's time.

You're gonna meet him in a Soviet pub.

Should be crowded enough
that no one should notice you.

Missus Hasbeck, you and I will
step out of the car now.

Do I get to know why this time?

For the benefit of the K.G.B.,

you're my dinner companion tonight.

[unsettling music]

[Dane sighs]

Twila: You know,
if I'd wanted a lukewarm potato,

I could've just found one at the Embassy.

Yes. You've logged
your disgust with the potato.

[Twila chuckles]

- Andrei: Mister Walter!
- [Dane sighs]

Dane, is it?

Dane Walter.

It's quite a coincidence
passing you on the street like this.

Yeah, quite a coincidence.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

I don't think I've made
your acquaintance, ma'am.

Andrei Vasiliev.

Uh-huh?

And, uh, where, may I ask,

are two of you heading
to at this late hour?

Dane: We were just at a dinner.

Not ill*gal to eat
in the Soviet Union, is it?

Mm, seems like you've traveled
quite a ways to have dinner.

It was a highly recommended restaurant.

- And delicious, I hope.
- Yeah, indeed.

Good evening.

I was sorry to hear about your men.

[tense music]

I'm sorry, Andrei, which men
are you referring to?

You lost two men.

Tragic accident.

I wouldn't believe everything you hear.

Mm, such good advice.

For you as well.

Lovely meeting you, ma'am.

You never met.

[Andrei sniffs and sighs]

Twila: Creep.

[Dane sighs]

- So, was that guy K.G.B.?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, why don't you just hand
him my picture on a silver platter?

I know what I'm doing.

How am I supposed
to get anything done here,

if the comrades think
I'm your right hand?

Missus Hasbeck, everything we
did this evening was for a reason.

You weren't gonna be quiet.
You were gonna be noticed.

If I tried to hide you from the K.G.B.,

they would still know you were here.

And you would look like
someone I'm trying to hide.

And if he does suspect, you know,

that I'm more than just
some widowed secretary

at the Embassy, would we even know?

Mm-hmm, yeah. We'd know.

Because Vasiliev would k*ll you.

Oh, and for the record...

you're not my right hand.

["Hello It's Me" by Todd Rundgren]

♪ Hello, it's me ♪

♪ I've thought about us
for a long, long time ♪

♪ Maybe I think too much,
but something's wrong ♪

♪ There's something here
that doesn't last too long ♪

♪ May be I shouldn't
think of you as mine ♪

Hey! Hi, you speak English, yeah?

Huh! I know you speak English.

Don't bullshit me.
I remember from last time.

Yeah, I've got some, uh,
Western clothing, electronics.

I'd be interested in selling
or trading, or, uh...

selling. Yeah.

_

What electronics?

Uh.

It's, uh, my husband's.

Yeah, or, was, I guess, uh,

they're not his anymore,
because he is no more.

Anyway, this is nice.

Speaker, nice. Yeah.

It's broken, but uh, you know,

you could fix it and...
and sell it for a lot.

I got some cables in here to go...

Whoa.

This is not stereo speakers.

Huh?

Someone was removing the wires.

This... this is antenna.

Oh, well, uh...

you know the K.G.B.
bug everything, right?

But this is not bug. It's veshchaniye.

- Excuse me?
- For broadcast.

And this, this is loop for tape.

[melancholic music playing]

This may be your husband playing?

No, no, yeah,
he didn't play any instruments.

At least he said he didn't.

Maybe you did not know your husband

as well as you thought.

You, uh, recognize the tune?

- It's napevy.
- Hmm?

In Russia, it is how we do...

da, dee-dee, da, dee...

Morse code?

Yes, Morse.

Yeah. Wow, okay.

Well... well what's it saying?

This will take more time.

Time is not for free.

[sighs] How much?

["Hello It's Me" song continues]

[knocking]

♪ Hello, it's me ♪

[Bea exhales sharply]

[knocking continues]

♪ ...for a long, long time ♪

♪ Maybe I think too much... ♪

[clears throat]

♪ ...but something's wrong ♪

- Oh. Hey.
- Hi.

- Hi?
- Uh...

Oh. Wow. Okay.

Uh, what you been doing?
You been in bed all day?

- You know it's almost six.
- No, I don't know.

Well, I've just, uh, you know,
I was at the market.

They love American everything
in countries like this.

And I could bring
some of Chris' old clothes

- next time I go, get you some money?
- No.

You're just planning on keepin' em, or...

I'm just not ready.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna...

- Well, I 'm gonna go.
- Okay.

Actually, uh, do you know

if there's a piano in
the Embassy complex somewhere?

I... I don't know. I don't...

Why?

- Curious.
- Okay.

sh*t. Uh...

- That's lipstick, right? Yeah.
- Oh.

- How long has that been there?
- I don't know.

- Okay. We gotta go.
- Oh, God.

- Mm-hmm.
- We gotta get the book.

- [pedestrian chattering]
- [bell tolling]

[suspenseful music]

Phil: I've been checking
the transmissions.

They... they haven't
brought anybody new in.

Uh, no officers,
not in the British Embassy,

or the Americans.

But I... I did hear my boss
muttering something

about how Dane Walter
is trying a different approach.

Um, I don't know what that means.

What do you think it means?

Anything, really.

Uh, two officers are dead.

Maybe they' re regrouping.

- Taking a break.
- Dane Walter doesn't take breaks.

You know the Americans.

Work, work, work.

Uh, look, Andrei, sir.

I'm going home... [sighs] ...to London.

Next flight out, they're, um...

They found my kit in my desk.

[sighs]

Yes, I am sorry to hear that.

My fault. [chuckles nervously]

Shouldn't happen,
sh**ting up heroin at work.

I... I didn't. I... I... I know, sorry.

But I... I still need it, if... if you...

[Andrei chuckles]

- Here.
- Oh.

[grunts]

Thank you.

For what? You didn't tell me anything.

- I told you everything I know.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm certain you did, and now maybe,

you will tell somebody else
everything you know.

[tense music]

About me. About what we talked about.

What we did.

[Phil stutter] I would never.

[chuckles faintly]

You would never.

- [Phil chuckles nervously]
- And yet, here you are,

telling me everything you know.

[Phil stutters]

I don't need you anymore.

Phil: Okay.

No, no, no. Please, please, uh...

I don't need you anymore.

People will ask questions.
I'm a British citizen.

Nobody's gonna ask questions.

They fund heroin in your desk.

It was just a matter of time.

Phil: Please! No.

Third building from the North,
last seat at the back.

Right. Which way is North?

Well, that's Ursa Minor,

and so Polaris, the North Star is...

f*ck, I should've gone to college.

So, that would be the pub.

[suspenseful music]

- [Bea exhales] Okay.
- Okay.

I guess, uh...

[sighs]...I guess I'm going in.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll just, uh, stay out here
by this disgusting window.

And if anything seems weird at all,

I'll... I'll pound on it
and that'll be your cue to,

- you know, get outta there.
- Yes.

- [exhales] All right.
- Okay.

Oh! Uh...

take off your, uh, wedding ring.

Yeah, men'll be more helpful
if they think you're single.

Hey.

You can do this.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

[Bea exhales sharply]

[indistinct chattering]

[faint music plays in the background]

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[man speaking in Russian]

Uh...

[quiet chattering]

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[drunk man singing in Russian]

[Sasha sighs]

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- [man speaking in Russian]
- Huh.

[man speaking in Russian]

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- Twila: Oh! No! Nyet!
- [man speaking in Russian]

- Nyet!
- [man speaking in Russian]

Shoo! [grunts]

[sighs]

A winged horse over the entire world.

[sighs]

[ominous music]

[both speaking in Russian quietly]

_

[glasses clattering]

_

[ominous music continues]

[quiet conversation]


[eerie music]

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[Twila sighs]

[ragged breathing]

♪ Seemed like a long time to come ♪

♪ How could I be so blind, baby ♪

♪ Not to see you were the one? ♪

♪ I must of got lost I must of got lost ♪

♪ I must of got lost ♪

♪ Somewhere down the line ♪

♪ I must of got lost I must of got lost ♪

♪ Give away the days you were mine ♪

♪ Love can be a sweet thing ♪

♪ I just don't understand ♪

♪ I made a game of lovin' you ♪

♪ And now I hold the losin' hand ♪

♪ So I must of got lost
I must of got lost ♪

♪ I must of got lost
somewhere down the line ♪

♪ I must of got lost I must of got lost ♪

♪ Give away the days that you were mine ♪

♪ I just can't understand it ♪

♪ I just can't understand it ♪

♪ I just don't understand it ♪

♪ And I must of got lost
I must of got lost ♪

♪ I must of got lost ♪