06x05 - The Great Patriotic w*r

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Previously on The Americans...

Do our people ever use sex to get information?

This guy Brian is an intern for a congressman on the Armed Services Committee.

- Forget about this intern...

- What?

Why?

You're not ready to go after a source.

Not by a long sh*t.

Those relationships could turn into something different.

You get very close to people.

Dad doesn't work at the State Department.

He works for the CIA.

You need to keep getting the recordings.

But other than that...

I think you should just stop.

Latest Breland recording.

They kept talking about "our guy inside." They have a human source.

But could be someone on the negotiating team.

Mr. and Mrs. Teacup are giving everybody a headache.

Relocation just called.

They want us back in there.

Please, Stan.

If we go, we go together.

One of our couriers went over to the Americans.

He has to be dealt with.

We're looking for a man who was probably just moved into a safehouse.

Soviet.

Hopefully, this FBI agent will lead us there.

- Yeah.

- Here you go, sir.

Glad you're here.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Brought a little treat.

Thank you.

So...

first we move here, I didn't know anyone.

And now we go to Oklahoma.

I never heard about this place-- Enid.

You'll be protected there.

Safe.

That's the point.

It's not good for my boy.

Kids adjust.

We're gonna give you money, we're gonna help you find a job.

And what about Gennadi?

Are you gonna send him to Oklahoma, too?

Is that what you want?

Gennadi thinks you're his friend.

His only friend in America.

I like Gennadi.

And Ilia talks about him a lot.

Maybe we go somewhere new...

We both there...

Maybe it's...

right for Ilia.

That's good to hear, Sofia.

Fyodor Nesterenko.

A member of our negotiating team.

Who's he with?

This is David Morrison, a high-level staffer in Sam Nunn's office, on the right.

And this...

this is Edward Tabone, an officer in the CIA's Soviet Division.

Not too many reasons someone on our negotiating team would be meeting in private with a CIA officer in a hotel room.

Could be the "inside guy" Breland was talking about.

Or, maybe he doesn't know Tabone's in the CIA.

I've got a bad feeling.

When do we get the next Breland tape?

Not until Christmas.

Why so long?

Kimmy's going to Europe for Thanksgiving break.

If Nesterenko's bad, we need to know now.

Before the Summit.

It won't be the first time we have to deal with something like this.

This is worse.

The Mexico thing.

I have to find out what's going on here.

All right.

And our courier?

Still looking.

Ah, hello, dear.

- Hi.

- How are you?

Good.

- Hey, Mom.

- Hi, honey.

What's on the agenda for today?

The Great Patriotic w*r.

Which one was that?

World w*r Two.

You probably think the Americans defeated the Nazis at Normandy.

The truth is, the Germans began to lose the w*r at Stalingrad.

It was the Red Army that defeated almost all of h*tler's troops.

Do you know how many Americans d*ed in the w*r?

Not really.

400,000.

We lost 27 million.

I have something to show you.

Stalingrad.

That building-- I was here.

My youngest brother was k*lled there.

I lost most of my family.

My parents, three of my brothers, my two sisters.

- See you in a bit.

- All right.

And he's so good with the face-off here.

And the face-off-- Detroit wins.

Detroit is coming out of the zone here.

Sure, thanks, thanks.

Over to Probert.

Probert entering into the Washington zone.

He passes it off to Yzerman.

Yzerman on the left wing.

He passes...

He moves in, takes the sh*t, and scores!

Yes!

He's all over with the elbow, and he manages to clear the puck out of the zone, allowing a line change for both teams.

Do you remember when you had the World w*r Two module in ninth grade?

Was that ninth grade?

I'd read the sections in your textbook.

They barely mentioned the Soviet Union.

I wanted to tear that bullshit they were teaching you right out of your head and shove the truth right in there.

Just about what really happened-- how we suffered.

How we d*ed.

How we won.

You know that guy I was telling you about, Brian?

- The intern.

- I saw him at that party.

We were talking, and he said a few things about the new Defense Department budget-- his congressman's working on it-- do you want to know what he said?

I thought you weren't gonna go to that party.

I didn't say that.

You shouldn't talk to him about that stuff.

Uh, he brings it up.

What am I supposed to do?

Not listen?

Change the topic.

Act like you're not interested.

If you want to date him.

You can control the conversation.

And if you can't, don't have the conversation.

Walk away.

I don't-- I don't know why you don't want to know.

You wouldn't believe what these interns have access to.

He's walking around with classified documents.

He said he could show them to me if I met him for lunch.

Sounds like you made quite an impression.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I don't want you to do this.

Jesus, Mom, I'm not doing anything.

It sounds like you are.

Patience.

It's what struck me the most, learning about Coors beer.

From the malting to the brewing, aging-- the whole process.

They never hurry.

It takes about twice...

Hey.

I got to head out.

Yeah, they do take their time.

But you can taste the difference right here.

A beer that's a little less heavy, never bitter.

See ya.

You going to bed?

I can go downstairs.

No, it's all right.

I can't sleep yet.

We told Paige about the w*r...

how many people we lost.

What'd she say?

I think...

she got it.

Making any progress?

I'm trying.

A lot more to do tonight?

- Morning.

- Hey.

Sleep okay?

Not really.

- You?

- Yeah.

Good.

First time in a while.

- I wonder why.

- Yeah.

Coffee?

Things aren't going well with the Summit.

How?

One of our negotiators has been secretly meeting with a CIA officer in the Soviet Division.

Jesus.

We've got to find out what he's saying.

I think there might be a way, but I'd need your help.

You'd have to meet Kimmy in Greece.

You'd bring her over to Bulgaria.

We would pick her up with dr*gs and hold her.

I'd go to Breland, say, "We have your daughter.

Do you want her to spend 20 years in a Bulgarian prison, or...

tell me what I need to know?" There has to be another way.

Breland is all we've got.

Everything that I have been working on-- the Summit...

our security...

everything.

It all comes down to this.

All you'd have to do is go on a trip.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It's just, it's too important.

She's just a kid.

Not anymore.

He'll tell you anything to get his daughter back.

We'll give him a lie detector test.

You don't think he can b*at that?

He won't risk it.

And what if he says no?

What then?

She rots in a Bulgarian prison?

That won't happen.

Breland will cave.

She'll be there less than 24 hours, and then...

that's it.

You're done with Breland, done with her.

Done with all of it, for good.

Philip...

I haven't asked for much.

Anything, really.

But I need this one.

♪ I never, ever want to say goodbye ♪

♪ I never, ever want to say goodbye ♪

- Oh!

- Oh, hit the button!

That button's stuck.

Come on.

Unh-unh.

No, man.

Off the rim, off the rim!

Yes!

Watch this.

You get a hundred thousand, hon,

- I'm gonna buy you college girls a drink.

- What?

- Oh!

Damn it!

- Aww...

I'm so sorry.

I threw you off.

I'm gonna buy you a drink anyways.

Gin and tonic.

Girls?

I've got a bio-chem exam in the morning.

Yeah, I'm getting ready to crash.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I have to start studying.

I'm fine.

We'll see you later.

He's cute.

We should do this more often.

You should come to Michigan for business more often.

Turns out I have a meeting in Rome when, uh-- when you're in Greece, so I could come fly over.

Or not.

It's just...

my friends and I kind of have a crazy schedule, and...

And we're doing all these tours-- Totally get it.

It's not that I don't want to see you...

No, no, I know.

I mean, I'll see you when I come back home, right?

Definitely.

Wow.

Quite the gent.

We aim to please.

Excuse me-- - You have a light?

- Yeah, sure.

Hey!

Just milk and cheese.

I didn't see you outside.

Bathroom break.

- Wait for me next time.

- Okay, yeah.

Thanks.

Yo, so get this.

He pushes me out of the plane, and-- and I'm like...

- Oh my god...

- Yeah, I know.

I look like one of them cartoon characters who, you know, suddenly realizes they're falling in mid-air.

I would just-- I would die.

Well, somehow, I managed to pull the cord, and my body jerks up, and everything just slows down.

And I look around, and it is-- it's really beautiful.

And the mountains, the horizon.

Must have been amazing to see the world like that.

Yeah.

It was.

You said it was like getting jerked off for the first time.

- Shut the hell up, man.

- What?

That's what you said.

You know, like, you're scared 'cause you don't know what to expect, and then you just-- Relax, you know?

It's like getting yanked by a beautiful girl for the first time.

All right.

Well...

Hey, don't listen to him.

Uh, he don't got the advantage of learning good manners at a place like Georgetown.

- I go to George Washington.

- sh*t.

- Come on, sweetheart.

- No, no, hey, hey, hey.

D-Don't leave.

H-He's just drunk.

Apologize, Tony.

You're not even that hot, anyways.

You know what?

To hell with her, Vince.

There's plenty of other ass in here.

Okay.

Hey, Vince, if you ever want to get laid again, get a better wingman.

Have a great night, guys.

Wait, what did you say?

Whoa, whoa, wait.

What did you say, bitch?

Hey!

Hey!

- What the f*ck?!

- Piece of sh*t.

Paige!

Yo, Paige!

Hey.

Are you okay-- sh*t.

Thanks for dinner, Jim.

Thanks for turning me on to fattoush.

And mujadarra.

Oh, fattoush and mujadarra.

Hey.

Um...

What?

I'm proud of you.

- Yeah?

- Yes.

You've really grown into a smart, interesting...

woman.

Is that a really corny thing to say?

Mm.

Only a little.

Truth is, I'm a little...

intimidated by you.

- What?

- Yeah.

Soon, you'll get bored, and you'll never talk to me again.

I still talk to you, don't I?

Even though I stopped smoking weed like two years ago.

Oh, yeah.

That was probably a good idea.

We're friends, Jim.

Always.

And-- And I'll come home for Christmas break.

Okay.

If you change your mind about Greece, the offer still stands.

Okay.

What?

I'm sorry.

Is that out of line?

No.

I-I liked it.

What time will you be home?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Should I make dinner plans or wait for you?

Dinner plans?

What, you got a date?

Maybe.

I'll try to be home by eight.

Then I'll cancel my date.

Well, thank you.

Hey, I've been thinking.

Even though you can't be an agent, there are other jobs at the Bureau, with no age limit for new hires.

Like?

Personnel.

I think an applicant with your experience would be pretty attractive to them.

They don't get a lot of high-level people from the private sector.

I'd have to take a pay cut.

Probably.

Thanks.

I'll think about it.

Sure.

Stop looking at the drawing.

Look at the vase.

- But it-- I can't get it to-- - Just look-- - Okay.

- Sit down.

Just...

Just let me see your-- see your other ones.

Is this it?

I don't have much free time.

Free time...

kind of a funny phrase.

Is that what you call this...

Free time?

There should be dozens of drawings in here.

All right.

- Aah!

- Do you want some morphine?

No, I want you to do your g*dd*mn homework.

You got to try.

You got to try.

There's someone in there who knows how to see.

But you have to put in the time.

That's what time is for.

No one...

No-- No one-- No one understands--stands that.

Mm.

Look at the vase.

Draw.

Don't think.

Just draw.

How'd it go?

Fine.

Is it on?

Yep.

Good.

Were you expecting Paige?

No.

Paige...

what're you doing here?

Can we spar?

Yeah.

I'll, uh, change into some sweats and meet you in the garage.

What's going on?

Nothing.

These two assholes started a fight with me.

What?

Where?

A bar.

I was with friends, but they left.

Were you drinking?

It's a bar.

I wasn't drunk.

But could you have just left?

I was leaving.

They were drunk.

One of them put their hands on me.

That was your only option?

There wasn't a bouncer or the bartender?

No, Mom.

It happened fast.

Was the bar crowded?

Sort of.

How many people saw the fight?

I don't know-- That's not an answer.

I didn't exactly stop to count.

But this is a place you've been to before?

Yes.

So they know you.

They know your name.

- Yes or no?

- Yes.

- You can't go back there.

- I won't.

- Ever.

- That's what I just said.

I know what you're saying, but it happened.

I'm sorry.

Well, it can never happen again, all right?

You can't draw attention to yourself like that.

You have to find ways out of situations that don't risk exposing yourself.

- What you're learning here isn't for you to-- - Enough!

- Could you just stop yourself for one second, please?!

- No!

You know what?

I'm not trying to get on your back!

- I'm trying-- - I won't fight anyone again!

Ever.

Unless they're attacking me.

I get it.

- Good.

- But you need to get off my ass sometimes-- You're not my boss every second, every day-- you don't tell me who I should and shouldn't sleep with.

- What?!

- If I like a guy, I'll do whatever I want.

Do you understand?

If you like them, fine.

Why would I sleep with them if I didn't like them?

What the hell was that?

I don't want a big talk right now.

- Who are you telling her to sleep with?

- I am not.

I was telling her not to sleep with someone.

- Not to do it.

- Who?

None of your business.

Some guy.

Brother of a kid from school.

A congressional intern.

She says she likes him...

but she's gotten a little bit of information from him.

Nothing, really.

Well, that's just great.

She sees a cute boy, she's like any other girl her age...

But maybe you were right.

Maybe...

she's not cut out for this.

That wasn't...

She can do it.

My point was always that she shouldn't.

I gotta go.

- Where?

- To work.

Gennadi...?

Dad...

Can I come in?

Is, uh-- Is Gwen here?

- No.

- Mm.

Do you want anything?

No.

I, um...

I remember that feeling-- of being able to do that to people.

I've never hit anyone before.

Except Mom, in practice.

How was it?

I don't know.

I don't think I'm the same as you, Dad.

What-- What do you mean?

I know you're not into what me and Mom do.

But I am.

Okay.

So come at me.

What?

I want to see what you've learned.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- We don't have pads or anything.

- Oh.

There aren't really pads in the real world.

Well, do you want me to like...

pretend hit you?

No, I-I want you to come at me and hit me, and I'll be okay.

- Mnh!

- No.

Real-- Really come at me.

Please.

Try again.

Not bad.

What are we doing today?

This first.

Seriously?

Always.

Before you go out drinking.

To coat your stomach.

So you don't get sick.

And you'll get less drunk.

You need to be less drunk than they are.

Do you understand?

You need to think clearly.

How much can you drink with this?

Let's find out.

Coming.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Beer?

Like the old days?

- Mm.

- Like the pre-Renee days?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

I-Is...

everything okay with Renee?

Oh, yeah, yeah, it's not that.

- It's just work stuff.

- Right.

It's this old case from when I was working against the Russians.

These two people-- they got k*lled.

That happens sometimes, but it's always rough.

Getting to you?

Our job was to protect them.

We were supposed to be relocating them here.

Promised we'd keep them safe.

Now they're k*lled, in front of their own kid.

- Do you believe that?

- My god.

7 years old.

Finds his mom and dad...

covered in blood.

- Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah.

You know, just sounds awful.

Yeah.

Yeah, I was just watching the hockey game with this guy...

I'd only had sex with one man, my husband, and then he was k*lled at the beginning of the w*r.

The next man I was with was a Red Army soldier.

He promised me half his rations...

You had sex with him for food?

I was starving.

Yeah, and I had looks.

We ate rats.

Mom.

How old were you when you first started having sex?

Younger than you were.

- How much younger?

- Younger.

What?

There was this, um...

There was this boy...

Oh, God.

What?

Tell me!

Well, my first time...

wasn't really my first time.

We were, um-- We were living in this apartment with all the other families, and someone was always coming in and out.

There was no privacy.

And he was so scared that someone would walk in on us that he didn't quite take my underwear all the way off.

So he thought he was doing something, but, really, he was just driving into that space between me and the couch.

Oh, the poor boy probably thought he became a man that day.

Oh, to the boy!

To the boy.

- Hello?

- Hey, it's Jim.

Jim!

All packed?

Well...

listen.

The reason I'm, um-- I'm calling you is because...

Do you remember when you said that I was stuck?

I was just talking, Jim.

No, no, you-- you were right.

I, um-- I can't meet you in Greece, Kimmy.

Why?

What happened?

It's not-- It's not one thing.

It's just, I-- I...

I can't do it.

Do what?

You and me, our-- our-- our friendship...

You-- You need-- You need someone...

your own age.

I don't-- I don't care about that.

Well, I...

I really care about you, Kimmy, a lot, and I can't-- I-- I can't...

keep doing this, not as-- not as friends, n-not as anything.

I don't-- I don't understand where this is...

coming from.

Just listen to me.

And it's-- it's important you hear me.

You're going to be okay.

I am okay.

No, I know-- I-I know that.

I-I have to move on.

Something's wrong with you.

I know, but I'm, uh...

I'm trying my best.

Kimmy...

When, um...

When you're in Greece, if-- if-- if, um...

If somebody tries to get you to go to a communist country with them, don't.

Okay?

Don't go.

What?

Go to Greece, stay in Greece, and then come home.

You hear me?

Goodbye, Kimmy.