Coldest day of the year.
Worst city in the world.
I heard your wife just got in. I want to meet her.
Oh, you'll meet her.
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.
I know, I said you had a minute. Now you don't.
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 fucking 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 fuck yourself, bitch. Gimme my fuckin' eggs.
I cannot say that.
You want your eggs or not?
Bitch?
- 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?
Let's pull over and ask.
Don't be an asshole. He's scared.
Ah!
I don't want to die.
I have two children!
Don't worry. We've done this a hundred times.
Nyet!
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 shit hole.
- 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...
associate to the U.S. Ambassador to the U.S.S.R.
- Stop it. - Come on.
We both know what our husbands really do.
I'm supposed to meet a new contact tonight.
Write down location for the meet.
Here.
Snowshoe? We're almost at the airfield.
Snowshoe!
Snowshoe?
- Sergei! - Fuck. We're fucked.
But... but...
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?
Mm. Yeah, that was some real
"War and Peace" shit 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? - 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...
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.
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.
- Really? - Mm.
The kids?
Chris, honey, you're bleeding.
Oh, that's, uh, that's not my blood.
Well, take off your shirt. I will wash it.
And then take off your pants.
There's blood on my pants too?
No.
Oh!
Mm.
Whoa!
I knew it!
The truth comes out.
- You're right. - You're an awful liar.
- It's awful. - It's terrible, it's just like a salami sandwich.
It's disgusting.
Wait.
Are they listening?
The Russians.
- God, I hope so. - Oh!
So... so why do you even want me there?
- Why do you care? - Because even if we can't have a family,
I still...
I still need a wife.
Wow.
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.
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." - Twila!
Ugh!
Fuckin' stupid.
Great.
Have fun! See ya...
baby!
Whoa!
Hon, you're gonna wanna make that a double.
It's freezing in here.
- 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.
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...
So, yeah.
- Hallelujah! - Yeah.
Ah!
Thank you!
I... I couldn't have done it without y'all,
the little people, right?
Why is it so cold in here? Hello?
Guess I'm the only one who's gonna do anything about anything.
Okay.
- Oh. - 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.
Hmm.
Fuck. Cheryl's here.
Didn't know she was in Moscow.
We were stationed together in Vietnam for two months.
It was my own personal Vietnam.
Oh.
Yeah.
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.
I just said... I said... I said no.
I said flat out no, uh, and then
a few weeks later he proposed again...
and I said...
No.
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?
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.
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...
- How many people... - Oh.
do you actually kill, like how many people have you killed?
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?
We can speak in private in here.
Uh...
Uh, I... I... I'm sorry, sir.
I'm just in the... in the...
- Mister Szymanski. - Sorry, sir. Just have to...
- Mister Szymanski. - Yes, sir.
Missus Grant.
Missus Hasbeck.
Earlier this evening, a small single-engined aircraft
crashed in a field 30 kilometers south of Moscow.
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.
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...
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?
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... - Come on. I know.
What?
My Mishka.
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.
God.
Yeah?
What you want...
If it isn't the jetsetter.
- Parlez-vous Francais, Madame? - Yeah. Is... is my mother here?
What?
She took off months ago.
She didn't tell you?
- Probably just forgot. - Uh, you wanna crash?
I got a couch.
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.
- Sha! - What?
- Sha, sha, sha, sha, sha. - What?
Calm your mind. You don't need to make any plan now.
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.
What the fuck happened out there?
We don't know, sir.
The agents have gone quiet, and there's no chatter
- on the surveillance lines. - Did the Soviets kill them?
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.
Missus Grant.
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.
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 fuck 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. - 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...
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...
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... 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. - 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...
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 fuck 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.
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 fuck 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 fuck 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 murdered, 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.
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.
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.
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.
What is happening?
Um, excuse me?
- What? - What... I...
Oh, shoes off? Shoes off, gentlemen.
Oh, oh... No, that's not...
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.
Alright, fine, but...
if anyone finds out I gave that to you,
we will both be in a lot of trouble.
Okay, thank you.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Stevenson?
Okay.
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?
- 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...,
I already was a secretary.
- 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.
- Okay. - All right.
We will be in touch
with your covert assignment this evening.
Until then, Missus Hasbeck,
please learn how to type.
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.
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.
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.
- Twila? Wait. - Just gonna hang this up.
- Yep. Cheryl? - Hi.
Retract the claws. She's new.
- Mm-hmm. - Don't worry, honey.
I'm comfortable with a real learning curve.
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...
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. - Yeah.
I'd like you both to look behind us.
But slowly, do it casually.
- You see the car? - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah? - That's the K.G.B.
- Shit. 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.
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 fucking you.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Mister Walter!
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?
We were just at a dinner.
Not illegal 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.
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.
Creep.
- 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 kill you.
Oh, and for the record...
you're not my right hand.
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.
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.
How much?
- 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.
Shit. 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.
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... to London.
Next flight out, they're, um...
They found my kit in my desk.
Yes, I am sorry to hear that.
My fault.
Shouldn't happen, shooting up heroin at work.
I... I didn't. I... I... I know, sorry.
But I... I still need it, if... if you...
- Here. - Oh.
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.
About me. About what we talked about.
What we did.
I would never.
You would never.
And yet, here you are,
telling me everything you know.
I don't need you anymore.
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.
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...
Fuck, I should've gone to college.
So, that would be the pub.
- Okay. - Okay.
I guess, uh...
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.
- 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.
Uh...
Huh.
Oh! No! Nyet!
Nyet!
Shoo!
A winged horse over the entire world.
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