01x08 - The Stranger

[bunniefuu]

Bea: Previously on "Ponies."

We need you to find
the Kompromat facility, today.

Twila: Chris died looking for this place.

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Bea: Andrei, he's targeting
powerful Soviets

and manipulating them
with what he has on them.

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This could be why some of the prostit*tes

are being m*rder*d while others aren't.

Bea: That is probably how Andrei

is funneling out
his blackmail on the Russians.

- Twila: Shampoo.
- I need an "L" pill.

Bea: I'm not gonna give you
a pill so you can k*ll yourself.

I don't want you to die.

We have a f*cking mole.

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

- Our man is closer to us.
- Cheryl: What are you doing?

- Eevi: Let me explain.
- Don't!

Your husband, he was feeding
information to the Soviets.

Twila: Tom was the one
that got Chris k*lled.

When I left Belarus,
I had to leave behind

my best friend, Sofia.

Now I get to choose
to go back to my village.

I received a message
from our friend in the village.

He asked us to visit.

Sasha: With all the foreigners in town

for the Elton John concert,
they must be doing an operation.

[dramatic music playing]

[chuckles] Hello, American.

[panting]

I...

[both panting]

- Oh, excuse me!
- Excuse me.

[panting] Shep, f*cking... What? sh*t!

Don't stop, keep running. Keep running.

- No! You gotta... Okay.
- sh*t!

Twila: f*ck!

Announcer: All crew members,
ten minutes to showtime!

- Okay.
- Go, go, go. Go.

[panting] What the f*ck do we do now?

- Elton: Excuse me?
- [Twila gasps]

Who are you?

- [Twila panting]
- Hi.

Elton, who are they?

We... we're the Americans.

- Obviously. Ah, I'm Elton.
- Yeah.

Are you here to escort me to the stage?

- Yes.
- Yes. That is...

- Yes. That's...
- That is what we're here for.

- That's why we're here, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Great.
- Twila: Yeah.

So, do you ladies live in Moscow?

Friendly place to live?

Yeah, very warm.
Very welcoming city, yeah.

I was thinking of saying something like,

"I love you, Moscow" in Russian.

How would I say that?

You know, it's, uh, never come up.

- Oh, okay.
- Uh, let's...

Let's get you out there, though, Elton.

Yeah, let's... let's go to the stage.

Let's, uh, all go.
And... and... and stay close.

- Okay. That's right.
- Yeah.

- Yes, don't wanna lose anyone.
- Okay, okay.

[door clicks open]

Nadiya.

[sighs]

Nadiya, Nadiya!

[indistinct chatter]

[man speaking in Russian]

- sh*t!
- Oh! Yeah, okay! Run!

We gotta get to Sasha,
Andrei's gonna f*cking k*ll him!

Yeah, he's gonna f*cking k*ll us too!

[theme music playing]

[bright music playing]

[Manya laughs]

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[both laughing]

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Mm? [laughs]

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[Manya chuckles]

[all chattering]

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[heartfelt music playing]

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[♪]

[door clicks open]

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[knocking on door]

[door clicks open]

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[both laughing]

- Sofia!
- Manya!

[Sofia sighs]

Sofia: _

Manya:

- [grunts] Help!
- Twila: Help!

- You're American!
- [Bea panting]

- You are a spy.
- [both panting]

- No, Twila!
- [Twila groaning]

[Bea groaning in pain]

[all grunting]

[Bea gasping]

I'm gonna k*ll you right here,
you understand?

But I will make it slowly.

- I will take my time.
- [Bea choking]

- [Bea panting]
- [metallic thudding]

- Ivanna!
- Who is this man?

[both panting]

Come on! Let's go!

[♪]

- Ray's car.
- Ray's car?

Race car?

- He gave me his spare.
- Really?

Yeah, he trusts me. Okay, let's go!

Why is the K.G.B. trying to k*ll you?

Are you a spy?

You can't be a spy, you don't blend in.

You know, f*ck off! I'm a spy, okay?

Hey. [panting]

If I make it out of this alive,
maybe I'll, uh, call ya.

I don't have a telephone.

- [engine revving]
- Okay, let's go.

[Eevi wheezing]

Marine: She's stable now.

[Eevi breathing heavily]

Ma'am, we've stopped the bleeding.

We'll just wait here
for the ambulance to arrive.

Okay, thank God.

But... what, like, Soviet paramedics?

- Ma'am?
- [Cheryl sighs]

- [door click open]
- Cheryl: Ambassador Toon.

Missus Szymanski.

- You shot your nanny?
- Yes.

She was... she was working for them.

I caught her looking at this,

before I took matters into my own hands.

Jesus Christ, what is this?

Some sort of top secret technology.

Something that a K.G.B. agent
dressed as a paramedic

would love to get his hands on.

[suspenseful music playing]

Bring this to the guys upstairs.

The Soviets are gonna be here any minute.

- Toon: Secure this in the vault.
- Assistant: Yes, sir.

[lock clicks open]

[dramatic music playing]

[brakes squealing]

- [knocking on door]
- [Bea panting]

Hey. _

No, no, no, no. We have to go.
Andrei knows.

- Shh! _
- Andrei knows!

The listening device
does not matter, Andrei knows.

He knows about me, so he knows about you.

And he's coming here. We have to go now.

What? How? What... how?

We have to get you somewhere safe.

Sasha!

♪ Feels like the sun goin' down on me ♪

[audience cheering]

- Officer: Mister Szymanski!
- Yes?

[panting] There's been an accident.

Someone's been shot in your apartment.

What? Who?

["Don't Let the Sun
Go Down on Me" playing]

- [car keys jangling]
- [Ray panting]

Where's my car?

Aksana? Aksana.

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You're welcome.

[suspenseful music playing]

- [Bea gasps]
- Good luck.

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Bea: And listen,
we... we're gonna get you

out of Russia, okay?

The United States will protect you.

Sasha?

Hey, look at me.

You're gonna be okay.

Wait, what... what is that,
on... on your sweater?

Oh, I... I don't know.

It must be my sister's pin.
She wore this sweater.

Why?

What's the pin?

When my husband died, I found that symbol

in a card in his coat pocket.

And then we saw it
right before we first met you,

and now your sister has it

and it's on the ambulance that
was transporting the Kompromat.

Everything around this operation
has that symbol.

It was where I worked, too.

No symbol,
but they call it... Pegas, Pegasus.

It's all connected.

My husband... knew your sister.
Did you know that?

He was with C.I.A., wasn't he?

I met him.

Your husband.

Right when I started
working for the C.I.A.

He whispered in my ear...

"You can trust me. I knew your sister."

[somber music playing]

[door thuds open]

[dramatic music playing]

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[panting]

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[glass shattering]

[groaning]

[panting]

[♪]

[gentle music playing]

Okay, there's no light switches
or possibly even lights.

There's a phone.

We could... we could call that number.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

There's a secure line we can
use if we ever need extraction

from a situation like this.

Oh, sh*t. But there's a code phrase.

What's the code phrase?
I never thought we'd need it.

What's the, what...

Before Olympus, Orion breaks signals.

- How did you remember that?
- Boobs.

Where do we think
the bathroom is in here?

I think that's it.

- Huh.
- Oh.

Worse than Moscow.

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[Manya sighs]

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[both laughing]

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[both laugh]

Carter: And it didn't seem like an issue

for you to let
a foreigner into your residence

in the American embassy.

I had specifically hired another woman,

but apparently she died years ago.

Carter: But you were always planning on
hiring a foreigner for work in your home?

We live in the middle of Moscow.

Was I supposed to bring
somebody in from Pennsylvania?

[clears throat, clicks tongue]

We rely on foreign citizens to...

[sighs]...work
in the cafeteria and vacuum,

um, go to the market,
and yes, babysit my son.

For some people in the embassy,

you would be expected
to do all those things.

Oh... [laughs]...I work.

[scoffs] I'm the office manager
for this entire floor.

Yes, of course.

What do you mean, "of course"?

What are you writing down?

Everything you're saying.

This is an open investigation, Ma'am.

You shot a woman.

Well, isn't this just a formality?

It's not like she's dead.

I would prefer that you let other people

handle problems with the foreigners.

Especially if, as you say,

you caught her stealing

sensitive items in your apartment.

Is that right? Is that what you said?

"As you say?" No, she was in there.

She unlocked my husband's drawer
in my bedroom, where I sleep.

She was in my home, with my son
asleep down the hall.

She was your nanny.

- But... [sighs]
- Sweetie!

- [Cheryl sighs]
- Oh, sweetheart,

they wouldn't tell me where you were.
I was so worried!

It was awful! [gasps]

Sir, I'm gonna need to
ask you to wait in the hall.

- We're not quite finished yet.
- I think we are finished.

Do you know who my husband is?
Who he works for?

Ray Szymanski.
The Office of Special Projects?

Why don't you ask your senior officer

what The Office of Special Projects is?

Or, better yet, ask Dane Walter.

I'll give you a hint.

It means you are done asking questions.

This is not your problem anymore.

It's a problem
for much more important people.

Sir.

Thank you for your service.

- Oh, my God. I'm...
- Do not touch me.

I almost k*lled somebody tonight, Ray.

I aimed and I shot.

- Thank God I am a terrible shot!
- It's okay.

I didn't invite an almost Soviet
into our home. You did!

I am so sorry.

- There is nothing I can say...
- Stop talking.

She was going through our things.

Your things.

The things you know about,

that I'm not supposed to know about.

The... the... the files,
the locks, the...

[chuckles]...the drawer,
the g*n in the armoire, Ray.

I know. It should...

Never put me in that position again!

I said I didn't want
that girl in our home.

Honey, I'm sorry.

You live this life of secrets...

[sighs]...and lies
and I live that life too.

Cheryl, I am never gonna put you
in that position ever again.

When I say something,
you will listen to me.

And you will trust me.

Always.

Okay.

[sighs] I'm exhausted. Let's go home.

Is there still a lot of blood
in the apartment?

Ah, Jesus Christ, Ray.

Man up.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Huh.

Huh...

Uh!

Ah.

Ah...

[ominous music playing]

Okay, what, uh, boiled buckwheat?

Oh. Or sea cucumber.

Yeah, that's... I mean...

I need you guys to see this.

This is the same shampoo
I stole from Andrei's wife.

I... I thought it must've had
something in it, but...

- [sniffs]...it's just shampoo.
- Gee, that does smell terrific.

- Sasha: Huh.
- Yeah, that's why

I kept the bottle. But I didn't
think to check under the label.

There's this little...

- look.
- Oh, sh*t.

Yeah. Yeah,
and all of them are like this.

[bell tolling]

- You are late.
- Just five minutes.

That's late.

- [man sighs]
- What did you see?

She's an old woman,
visiting another old woman.

Emile: Mm-hmm.

They spent the day
talking about bullshit.

I've never seen two women talk so much.

And what were they talking about?

Husbands, their kids. Nothing important.

Real family man.

I mean, if you're asking me,
I don't think she's a spy.

We're not asking you.

No one said we thought she was a spy.

I was told there was a spy
in the village in Belarus.

The Americans need you
to follow this old woman.

There is a spy in the village in Belarus.

And we need you to follow an old woman.

I'm confused.
How are these things connected?

It's not your f*cking problem.

And it's none of your f*cking business.

[sighs] Is there really a spy
in the village?

That's what we are here to see.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine.

How fine?

If you put an apple on your head,

I could sh**t it off at ten paces.

Eventually, or on the first try?

- Should we find out?
- [Emile laughs]

[man on tape speaking in Russian]

[woman on tape moaning]

This is the Kompromat Andrei is using

to blackmail the other Soviets.

And I recognize these women.

I mean, that was George's friend.
She was...

..m*rder*d. All these women were
m*rder*d 'cause of these videos.

Bea: Why would he be keeping this here?

Dane said that he had
a place of his own...

This... this isn't Aksana's dacha.

It's Andrei's. Oh, sh*t.

- We gotta get outta here.
- We gotta get outta here.

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

Okay. I think this is the last of it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

[car door slams shut]

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah.

[ominous music playing]

[Dimitri and Sasha grunting]

Oh, sh*t. f*ck! f*ck!

[grunting]

[groans]

[Twila exclaiming]

Twila: Oh!

[grunting]

- [Bea exclaims]
- [Dimitri grunting]

[Twila exclaims]

- [Dimitri screams]
- [Twila exclaims]

[screaming]

[muffled screaming]

[Twila and Bea panting]

[Sasha panting]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Are you okay?
- [Twila sighs]

- [grunts] Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Are you okay?
- Uh-huh.

- What the f*ck?
- Oh, God.

What the f*ck!

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- [Sasha thuds on floor]
- Aksana!

[Twila exclaiming]

[Twila panting]

[Bea and Twila panting]

- [Sasha groaning]
- Sasha!

Sasha! Sasha! No!

No, no, no, Sasha!

- [Sasha groans]
- You're okay!

You're okay! You're okay!

You're okay. You're okay.

Oh, sh*t! Twila!

We're gonna get you outta here.

- [Sasha groaning]
- We're gonna get you outta here!

Okay? We are! Yeah, we are! [sobbing]

[bells tolling]

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- Ooh!

- Ooh.
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[Manya sighs]

[in English] So, was it you following me?

Are you going to tell me why?

Could you get in the car, please?

[tense music playing]

- [Bea panting]
- [Twila sighs]

Bea: Okay. Uh-huh.

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Try not to move, okay? We
just need to hold this in place.

- [Sasha groans]
- I know, I know it hurts!

Oh, God, I know it hurts,
but we just gotta...

we gotta stop the bleeding, okay?

Okay. Hey, you know what...
you know what I was thinking?

Maybe when you get outta the country,

you could maybe wanna come to America...

[sighs] Would you like that?
You know, we could...

I could nurse you back to health
at my parent's house.

And oh, you could go
to their bakery, Kaplan's.

And we can try their mandel bread.

And then, and then what we can do,

oh, we can get
you the specialty lemonade...

- [Sasha sighs]
- ...from Dell's.

It's almost like ice cream,
but I can't even describe it.

It's more like a slush, which is weird.

And then... and then...
and then maybe when

you're feeling better,
we can go to New York.

Would you like that?

Yeah, we could go to New York, Sasha.

Sasha? Sasha, Sasha, can you hear me?

[gasps] Can... can we see
"The Rockettes"?

- [laughs]
- Please?

How do you know about "The Rockettes"?

[sighs] What's your name?

- What?
- Your name.

I never got to know your real name.

[chuckles] Bea.

It's short for Beatrice.

- Bea.
- Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

[laughs] It's nice to meet you.

- [Sasha groans]
- Bea: It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

No. Oh, f*ck,
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck. f*ck.

Bea: No, no, no, no.
It's okay, it's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

f*ck. Oh, sh*t.

[engine whirring loudly]

f*ck. Okay. [sighs]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[glass shattering]

[exclaims]

- Hang on, okay?
- Okay, okay, what are you doing?

Their cars, Soviet cars,
they can't make sharp turns.

- Okay, Twila?
- Just trust me.

Hang on, okay? Do you trust me?

Yes, of course.

- Okay.
- Okay, it's okay.

Okay. Okay.

[tires screech]

[gasps, pants]

sh*t. sh*t.

[sighs] It's okay. It's okay.

[Sasha gasps]

Bea: Twila, what are you doing?

[Sasha groans]

Bea: Okay, she's just gonna go check.

- Sasha: Okay.
- Bea: She's just gonna go check.

[car engine whirring]

Bea!

- Oh, sh*t.
- What?

- What the...
- What?

[Bea breathing heavily]
sh*t, who are they?

[panting]

No, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're gonna be okay. Oh, God.

[sighs] No, it's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be... you're gonna be fine.

'Cause whatever happens,
happens to the both of us, okay,

- I'm not leaving you.
- Sasha: Okay.

I'm not gonna leave you, okay?
It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

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Ma'am, Sergeant Davis Carter,
U.S. Marines.

- You called for an extraction?
- [in English] Yes.

Yes, yes. Yes, this is him.

This is the asset. This is the asset.

Oh, my God, it's okay.

They're here. They're here.

We're gonna get you
out of this, okay? [sighs]

♪ My heart knows you're gone ♪

♪ It won't let me forget ♪

♪ The feelings I had for you before... ♪

You think he's gonna be okay, Sasha?

- I don't know.
- Well, can you just tell me

he's gonna be okay?

I don't wanna lie to you.

I mean, I've got no idea
if he's gonna make it.

We don't even know
where they're takin' him.

I know that you're gonna be okay.

No matter what, that's...

not somethin'
I would've said six months ago.

There's a lot of things I wouldn't
have done six months ago.

Like, m*rder someone.

I'm a m*rder*r.

For the rest of my life,
I k*lled someone.

♪ Every day ♪

Time helps.

When you do somethin' horrible,

time doesn't make it go away,
but it... it helps.

What do you mean?

My... my dad was my best friend
when I was little.

You know, he... he was around a lot.

He worked this construction job,
and he got injured

so we spent a lot of time
together and he...

took me, you know, hunting and fishin'

and we were kinda like buddies,

- you know?
- Mm-hmm.

But he drank, he drank a lot

and I would, you know,
get home from school

and he'd just been drinking all day.

And he'd you know,
be really out of it, and...

and one day in fourth grade
I got home and... and

something was...

really wrong and he was just...

..throwing up. And he wouldn't
stop throwing up.

So, I put him in his truck, you
know, tried to take him to the hospital.

I really thought I could do it.

You know, I thought...
I thought I could...

do that, but I...

I ran a red light and I... I hit a bus,

or the... the bus hit us.

Him. It was...

Twila, that wasn't your fault.

Doesn't matter
whose fault it was, I mean...

It matters that it wasn't yours.

That's when my life got really f*cked up.

You know, my mom and my...

Just everything,
so I had to get outta there.

And what did you do?

- Remember my miscarriage?
- Mm-hmm.

It didn't happen.

I was never pregnant. I...

I can't get pregnant.

I had a botched ab*rtion
when I was fifteen.

So they said I'd never have a kid.

So, I couldn't tell Tom that, you know?

Tom woulda never married me
if I couldn't, so I...

And I'd just been stuck there
in that sh*thole with my mom

and these f*cking guys
that came after my dad.

And they hated me, you know?

Except for the ones that
liked me a little too much.

So, I lied.

To Tom and to...

myself and to everyone, I lied a lot.

And I don't wanna lie anymore.

I don't know why I'm telling you
this right now, I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm... This doesn't even matter anymore.

It matters.

Twila.

You matter.

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You think Andrei heard all that?

[Twila and Bea sigh]

["Dangerous Type" by The Cars]

[both panting, grunting in effort]

♪ Can I touch you,
are you out of touch? ♪

♪ I guess I never noticed that much ♪

♪ Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire ♪

♪ Ooh, come and take me whoever you are ♪

♪ She's a lot like you ♪

♪ The dangerous type ♪

♪ She's a lot like you ♪

♪ Come on and hold me tight ♪

[door slams]

[Andrei sighs]

Suka.

You know, I thought I'd be dead tonight.

Instead, I get to see
American Embassy, in person.

- Should've k*lled you.
- So, why the f*ck didn't you?

Because I have mind.

And I have heart. And they fight.

- Can I have a cigarette?
- No.

Is your boyfriend dead?

Americans couldn't save him in time.

Twila: We coulda k*lled ya, you know.

We just let ya live, so we could use ya.

- Mm.
- We've got leverage on ya.

Leverage?

What do you have?

If we're negotiating, you should
really let me have a cigarette.

[Twila scoffs]

Your tapes.

We got your tapes.

Shampoo bottles from the dacha.
We've got alla that.

- Don't we?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You m*rder*d those women, for what?

So you can manipulate the Russians?

What... What if those tapes
got in the hands of the people

that you're trying to manipulate?

I don't think that'd be very good.

No, that would be very bad.

Yeah, what do you want?

How are you gonna use your leverage?

However we want.

You're gonna work for us.
You're gonna get us information.

- We want answers.
- Twila: Yeah.

[laughs] You came to Moscow for answers?

There are no answers in Moscow.

Chris Grant, Tom Hasbeck.

Who k*lled them?

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Who's Chris Grant? Who's Tom Hasbeck?

He knows who they...
You know who they are.

Our husbands.

When I saw ya with Dane

You remember that night,
yeah, you... you knew about

the two C.I.A. agents that were k*lled.

One of them was working for ya.

[sighs]

Those were your husbands.

Yeah, everything makes more sense now.

Can I ask, who told you that

one of them was working for K.G.B.?

Vera.

She said that my husband
was working for the Soviets.

And Vera, she knew
which husband was whose?

Vera is not what Americans
call a people person.

It's hard to tell you apart,
two young Americans.

Long hair, big eyebrows.

But yes, yes, yes.

There was an American agent
working for us.

And yes, I can tell you who he was.

But first, I will need a cigarette.

Oh, f*ck.

Not the American sh*t, no.

Give me one of mine.

Don't.

You were saying...

Yes, American agent who worked for us.

He was young.

Handsome, smart, idealistic.

Went to fancy university.

One of those,
how you call them, Ivy League.

That your husband?

[ominous music]

Hmm.

Was it your husband?

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[music intensifies]

[gasps]

[gasping]

[ominous music continues]

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[energetic music]

[fire crackling]

[energetic music fades]

[eerie music building]

- Chris?
- Hello, Manya.

It's not possible.

[♪]

Hello, Dane.

How you been?

Your husband working for us,

do you think that made him bad?

Don't talk about my husband.

Do you think I am bad, and you're good?

You think you are good
because you're American.

And me and K.G.B., we k*ll people.

Yeah, you f*cking k*ll people.

And C.I.A. would never
k*ll innocent woman?

Galyna Shevchenko,
your boyfriend's sister,

do you know who m*rder*d her?

You. Or someone just like you.

No, not me.

Not us. Americans.

Galyna Shevchenko?

She was not prost*tute. She was K.G.B.

She was K.G.B.
and the Americans k*lled her

and made her look like we did it.

Nobody knew why.

But now I know why,

it's so her brother would work for you.

[Twila sniffling]

Bea, do you smell smoke?

You smell that?

f*ck. f*ck, uh, Bea.
There's a lot of smoke.

We have to go, right now.

[alarm ringing]

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- [siren wailing]
- Guard: Please remain calm.

Exit the building.

Keep going. Keep moving.

[people chattering excitedly]

[emotional music]

Don't worry about the cat.
I'm sure he's fine.

He ran into Twila's apartment.

[♪]

Gretchen: What's on that floor?
It's just storage, right?

Alan: No, it's not just storage.

- [gasps]
- [Bea coughs] Oh, my God.

Oh, Bea! Oh, thank God.

Thank God. Yeah, okay.

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Wait. Wha... No... Wait a minute.

Twila. Twila, they're K.G.B.!

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♪ When everyone has gone ♪

♪ Some are satin, some are steel ♪

♪ Some are silk, and some are leather ♪

♪ They're the faces of the stranger ♪

♪ But we love to try them on ♪

- Nadiya.
- [both gasp]

We have to stop meeting like this.

[gasps]

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[both gasp]

♪ But we disregard the danger ♪

♪ Though we share so many secrets ♪

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♪ Why were you so surprised ♪

♪ That you never saw the stranger? ♪

♪ Did you ever let your lover see ♪

♪ The stranger in yourself? ♪

♪ Don't be afraid to try again ♪

♪ Everyone goes south ♪

♪ Every now and then, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ You've done it,
why can't someone else? ♪

♪ You should know by now ♪

♪ You've been there yourself ♪

♪ You may never understand ♪

♪ How the stranger is inspired ♪

♪ But he isn't always evil ♪

♪ And he is not always wrong ♪

♪ Though you drown in good intentions ♪

♪ You will never quench the fire ♪

♪ You'll give in to your desire ♪

♪ When the stranger comes along ♪

[♪]