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Previously on "ponies."

I think what I'm doing is important.

- Your sister...
- you know about galyna.

They killed her.

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

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

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.

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?

- I don't know.
- Bea.

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

All that matters is
getting my grandmother.

Caterpillar, he helped
us! He gave me this!

Sometimes I wonder
if all this pretending,

I'm gonna forget what's even real.

What?

We have a mole. We
have a fucking mole.

- 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?

- Are you afraid of heights?
- No.

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.

My god.

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

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

Wow.

- Is that... is that many a?
- Yeah.

God, she looks so much like you.

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.

K.g.b. Agent:

Dver'!

So, right here is where Trent found it?

- Yeah, just about.
- 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.

Okay.

God.

Has this always been here?

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.

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.

Okay.

Wait. Maria?

No, thank you.

Maria. Maria!

Wow, you look, 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? Did... are you okay?

- Did something happen?
- Nothing.

- Everything.
- Well, what?

You can... you can tell me.

I... I did a job. I did it well.

I leave.

But, next day, the... the man who hired

wanted to meet and when I come,

I could feel that he was,

preparing himself to... to make me dead.

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?

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.

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?

K.g.b. Agent:

Galyna.

Bea?

Bea?

You okay?

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?

Is this... is this still about many a?

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?

I saw something. I...

A... a tape.

Chris with...

With another woman.

And they were...

- Together.
- What?

- He just...
- it was for an operation

or for this fucking job.

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.

Bea?

Chris didn't betray ya.

Tom did.

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

What do you mean?

- 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.

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?

- Hey.
- Thank god.

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... It turns out I'm more valuable alive.

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.

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.

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.

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.
- I'm sorry.

I didn't realize the state
department was a charity.

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?

Answer me this, does that look like

a man capable of introspection?

Thanks to redford, we know that tonight

at hotel in tourist, 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.

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.

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.

- 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...

okay. So, 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.

So, the plan, that we came up with

is that I will pose as an easy Mark,

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

a woman of the night.

A prostitute.

I think I've a better idea.

Ivanna. I didn't, 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, 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?

- What the hell -were you just doing?
- Listen.

Answer me.

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

Here.

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.

All right.

Okay.

Do you see her?

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.

After that shitstorm in D.C.,

I'm gonna need a stiff drink.

And then another one after that.

Of course, sir, yes.

Just one moment.

Thank you.

Just... wait. Okay.

Shit, it's her.

Yeah.

Her.

Did you know about this?

Not exactly, no.

You think... you think
it's gonna work still, or...

As long as he's buying it.

- Here you are, sir.
- Thank you.

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

- Twelve?
- Floor four, room 13.

- Thirteen, thank you.
- Okay, yes.

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

We have a new American
drink on the menu.

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

made with the finest Russian vodka.

Galliano liquor, and fresh orange juice.

I think you will enjoy it.

A small taste of home.

Just so long as it's got
alcohol, it's good with me.

Well, we have everything
you could want in Russia.

Including, the most beautiful women.

Aha!

Well, thank you.

But... 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.

- Thank you.
- Alright.

I gotta get myself to bed.

Don't wake me up before nine.

Of course not.

Bon soir!

Are you not a sight for sore eyes?

I insist on buying you a drink.

How about we go to your room?

- More private?
- To my room?

This way.

Where... where... where you from?

- Paris, do you know?
- No.

We're going to the sky.

- Wait! Wait!
- It's beautiful.

Can I join the party?

Yes. C'est Noel!

- Yes?
- Yes!

You want to go to Paris as well?

- Sure, yeah.
- Yeah?

- She can come?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Hi. May I come in?

No.

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

Well, let's keep this between us.

No.

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.

I didn't wanna get in trouble.

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.

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.

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.

It's fine.

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

If you're willing.

Just try to focus on music, nothing else.

That's how you will escape.

Trust me.

- Merci.
- Music, cigarettes, -and drinks. -Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Bienvenue.

Bienvenue, chez moi...

- 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.

Thank you.

- And half a bottle - of vodka to share.
- Yeah.

Is there a problem, or something?

No, no problem. Salut!

Salut!

Salut, UN autre!

UN autre.

Merci!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Poutain, poutain, votre music!

Your music... your music is shit!

Your music is shit!

Whoop!

Your music is shit and your food?

But your girls?

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

Delicious.

Something, yeah?

Yeah?

Go to the bathroom! Yeah.

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

Well, hey.

Where you go, we will follow...

why do you still wear clothes?

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

Yeah, why do you still wear clothes?

Magnifique.

Whoa!

Here, I'll... yeah.

Back in the u.S.S.R.

Foreigners can never
hold Russian vodka.

It was only a matter of time.

- So...
- So...

What is next?

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

Okay, okay. Okay. Yeah.

Here. Spread your legs.

It's not here. Perfect.

Behind the painting?

- Turn around. Okay.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Yeah!

- Is it there?
- No.

- No? Okay. Okay.
- Down there?

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

- Is it in there?
- No.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah.

- On the table?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Okay. No, not there.

Inside the drawer.

- Whoa.
- Curtain?

- Yeah, okay.
- Okay.

Am I funny to you?

Is this good?

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

You knew exactly what I needed.

It's not so hard if you see someone.

You see me?

I have to go.

Will you be okay here with him?

I'll be okay.

I'll imagine someone else.

Just listen to your own voice.

Andrei.

This was a mistake.

I'll take the pork chops.

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

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.

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, 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, 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.

I thought living with my
mother in law was oppressive.

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

They're not subtle about...

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

- But your choice of agents...
- 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...

- What?
- We should...

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

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.

Relax, andrei.

Just let me take care of you.

Who did this to you?

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.

That is our power.

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.

And are you surprised...

To be here...

Right now with me?

Yes.

What's your dream, andrei?

More.

I dream of more.

What are you willing to do, andrei?

The elites...

I have what I need to fuck them.

Leverage?

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.

I find it...

And they will give me the world.

- They'll never see you coming.
- Yeah.

Babe.

Do I scare you?

Because I should.

- Was I good?
- Yeah, frenchie, you were great.

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.

Go! Look at you! See?

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

I'm sorry.

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

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

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

Yulia, you have already
done more than enough?

- Come here.
- Thank you.

It's hard to find someone who listens.

Nobody listens to me.

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

- Thank you so much.
- Of course.

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

Yeah, yeah. My goodness.

Here, here. There you go.

Well...

Well...

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

You... you know ray said,
we can track the tapes now,

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

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?

He did not use his real name.

But she said what he looks like.

High cheeks, blonde hair...

Deep blue eyes that
look right through you.

My god.

Fuck you, Chris.

I... I need, I need an outside line.

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

Eevi. Wow.

You... you scared me.

I was worried. You were out so late.

- Sorry.
- I, I... I kept reheating dinner but...

You did? I'm so sorry.

- No.
- Okay.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

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

We can eat together, if you want.

Don't worry.

It's fine. Yeah?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

How was your night?

It was good.

It was really, you know, busy.

[I "crying in the night"
by Buckingham nicks]

Hey.

I have so much to tell you.

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