Previously on Ponies...
Tom was the mole, the one that got Chris killed.
You tell me now, when I'm dealing 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.
With all the foreigners in town for the Elton John concert,
they must be doing an operation at the hotel tonight.
Our objective is replacing one of the KGB tapes
with a tape of our own.
Our tape has a tracking device hidden in it.
This is how we figure out
the location of the Kompromat facility.
It's 5:00 in the morning. I nearly shot you.
- Oh! - Whoa, whoa!
Why would you have shot us?
I mean, didn't you look through the peephole?
- Yes. What do you need? - Oh, no, no.
We shouldn't talk here. We should talk elsewhere.
- Yeah. - I'll see you in the Bubble in five.
Yeah, it was a... a much bigger operation than we thought.
I mean, they must record, what, dozens of these blackmail tapes?
And that's just at this one hotel.
They're gonna have to move 'em somewhere today.
- Good analysis. - Thank you.
What about you?
Did Vasiliev give you anything last night?
You better believe he gave her something last night.
- Twila. - What?
Are we not supposed to talk about what he gave to Bea?
I might have some usable intelligence, yes.
He implied that he had his own blackmail operation going.
I think he's targeting powerful Soviets
and manipulating them with what he has on them,
which is how he's been able to move up so fast in the KGB.
If there's a connection here, this could be why some of
the prostitutes are being murdered while others aren't.
That's because he's the one killing 'em.
Just keep doing what you've been doing, Bea.
Maintain your connection.
Her connection with a fuckin' psycho killer?
He's a valuable asset, and he remains a valuable asset.
Keep him close.
Ray, did you get your tracker into any of those cameras?
Uh, yes, sir. I'm gonna follow it this morning.
You can't. You can't go back to that hotel.
You'll catch a tail. You're gonna have to do it.
We need you to find the Kompromat facility. Today.
So this thing beeps when?
When the tracker gets close.
I mean, the tapes are probably... probably in the hotel
and then just going into one of those two trucks.
So...
you know, Tom and Chris died looking for this place.
This, uh... this facility.
I'm just saying...
- we could also... Yeah. - Yeah, yeah, I know.
- Hey, I'm sorry... - So, I had sex with...
- What... Go on. - No, no, no, no.
Absolutely not. You first. You had sex? With who?
A woman.
The mean lady at the market?
She's not that mean.
I mean, she is. She's... yeah, she's mean.
- Okay. - Yeah.
I mean, did you... like, I mean, what...
You... you were gonna say something.
- What were you gonna say? - Yeah.
Uh, okay, right, sure.
So, I mean, I... I should've said this earlier.
I... I just, I'm... I'm...
I'm sorry.
As you may have noticed,
I have some issues with control.
If I agree with you, it'll ruin the moment.
So, just continue.
Okay. It was just finding out I was being lied to after so long.
It just made me feel so powerless.
And it... and it... and it fucked me up.
And then I took it out on you, and I... and I never should have,
and I am just so sorry.
Okay?
I am too.
I mean, I'm... I'm sorry too.
Yeah. You know, I should've told you about Tom the second...
- No, no! - ... I found out.
- I don't know why I didn't. - Not at all. No, no.
You just... you didn't want me to blame you for what he did,
which, knowing me, I might've done that.
Thanks for saying that.
I know you think that I judge you.
- Oh... - That I think
- that I'm like, superior to you. - Oh, I know.
- But I really... I don't. - Oh...
Twila, you have to know that I don't think that.
No, no. It's okay if you do think that.
'Cause you are, you know, a little bit superior to me...
- Well... - ... in certain aspects.
If I agree with you, I'll ruin the moment.
So, you had sex with a woman.
Yeah, I did, yeah.
- Okay? - Yeah.
- You... you wanna hear about it? - Oh!
- Oh, yeah. - In detail?
- I mean, yeah, I can... - You can handle that?
Oh, my God, of course I can handle it, yes!
I went to Wellesley, you know?
- Come on. - Okay.
- Hit me. - Okay.
- Mm-hmm. - So, uh...
you know, I've never eaten pussy before,
but, uh, not to toot my own horn,
but I think I was pretty good at it for my first time.
- Uh-huh. - I mean,
Ivanna seemed to enjoy it.
Get... Whoa!
- Uh, okay. - Okay.
Which truck? Which...
Maybe... maybe it's... maybe it's both of them?
- Okay. - Oh, shit.
Wait.
Oh.
- It's not on the trucks. - It's the ambulance.
- Oh. - Shit.
- Uh-huh. - Okay.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, okay.
Yeah, it's happening. Yeah.
- Yeah, there it is. - Yeah. Drive, drive, drive!
Okay! Shit.
You're really good at this.
At what? What, what, what, driving?
Yeah, the way that you're like, weaving...
- Whoa, whoa. - ... in and around everyone
without even caring who you're pissing off.
Who cares if you piss people off?
I mean, they're strangers. I mean, you gotta... you gotta
be pushy in life or you're not gonna get anywhere, you know?
Whoa!
Twila! Did you learn how to say "go fuck yourself" in Russian?
I learned it from you! The day we met, remember?
Goodbye, my love.
Can we say bye-bye to Mama?
- Bye, bye, bye! - Bye, bye.
Wow. You look nice to be serving a child cornflakes?
I know it is a bit much,
but I have spent half my compensation on this
and I have never had a chance to wear it.
What better reason is him?
Okay.
Elton John?
Um, Mr. Ray offered me your ticket to the concert tonight.
I hope that is still okay.
Of course.
Yeah. It was my idea.
Thank you, Missus Szymanski.
Thank you!
Welcome to West Germany.
- Jesus Christ, that's him. - Oh! You think he saw us?
No, I don't think so.
What's he doing?
Wait, that... that's Andrei's wife.
Damn. She's a fox.
She even makes Russian clothes look decent.
That package looks important. We should find out what it is.
Yeah, but how? We have to follow the ambulance.
Well, we should do both.
That is probably how Andrei is funneling out
his blackmail on the Russians, through his wife.
- Right. - Okay.
- She knows what I look like,
so you follow her, and I'll follow the ambulance.
I'll get to the Kompromat facility.
No, Bea, I mean, if Andrei sees you, even for a second...
I mean, we know how dangerous this guy is now.
- He could... - Kill me?
- Yeah. - I know, I know, I know.
But... but this is what I came back for. Answers.
- Okay? - Okay.
You need to follow her.
- Okay. - And I need to follow him.
- Shit. Quick. - Okay. Okay. Okay.
Okay.
So, I'll... I'll... I'll see you tonight?
Yeah. Yeah, the Elton John concert.
Shep will be such an asshole, you know,
- if we're not all there, so. - Such an asshole.
- Yeah. - So I'll be there.
Me too.
Mm-hmm.
- Good luck. Go. - Okay.
- Okay. Be careful. - Yeah.
Sasha. Shit.
Shit.
Sasha.
Sasha!
Fuck!
Ah! Huh?
Huh?
Ray, where the hell did you get real ketchup in Moscow?
Oh, you just have to fill out the requisition form
for the supply chain from Stockholm
and then wait about two months. It's actually not that difficult.
Can we have some?
Yes. Here you go.
- Thank you. - Of course.
Ray, may I speak with you for a minute?
- Yes, of course. - Mm-hmm.
Not... Okay. That's... Okay, yeah.
- A little... - Yeah. What's up?
I hear you're taking our nanny on a date tonight.
No. No, no. It's not a date.
It is the definition of.
Man, woman, theater, songs about love.
- Sure. Yes. But... but you... - Mmm.
I mean, you said you didn't wanna go.
You... you said, and... and I quote, "I don't like music."
Doesn't mean taking our teenage employee's appropriate.
- She's 20. - You sure knew that pretty fast.
You are her employer. Not her friend.
People are gonna start looking at me
like they look at Gretchen.
With pity.
Honey...
Honey, I would never, ever cheat on you.
People already think you do.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I goofed, all right? It's my fault.
I'll talk to her tonight.
I'll give her my ticket. She can take a friend.
No, no.
You're gonna take that ticket and give it to me.
I'm gonna go to the concert tonight.
I deserve a night out.
What am I gonna tell her?
Oh, whatever you want. I don't care.
This is your mess. You can clean it up.
Okay.
Mmm. I'm glad we had this talk.
How is the work?
At the Yugoslavian automobile factory, Herr Teller?
- Trying. - Maybe you should quit.
You told me last time
you didn't believe I managed a car factory.
I've never believed any of your stories.
But it's your money, your hour.
Doesn't matter to me what you do.
But we should talk about why you lie.
I'm not lying about everything.
Yes, you are honest about some things.
You were married. You are a homosexual.
See? Not all lies.
That's not why you get the treatment, though.
No.
I get the treatment because if I don't,
I think about putting a gun in my mouth.
Not lying about that either.
Maybe there are just too many lies
and you don't know who is the man under the lies anymore.
I know who I am. And I know why I lie.
Why do you think I lie?
I think you lie to me because you are a spy.
Is that what you think?
I don't think.
I know you are a spy, Herr Teller.
Your friend, the one who sent you to me...
he was a spy.
Really?
He told you that?
He wanted help. Real help.
So he was honest.
My friend, the spy.
He's dead. Did you know that?
I didn't.
And you blame yourself?
He's dead because of my mistakes, so...
it's my fault.
What was your mistake that you believe you killed your friend?
I'd like to go upstairs for the treatment now, please.
This is why you want to put a gun in your mouth.
I'd like the treatment.
Now.
Uh...
Shit.
Hey, baby. Come here.
Come on. Yeah! Let's go, baby!
Yeah! Come on!
Yeah, yeah!
Okay, okay. Yeah.
Okay.
Open.
Can you try to enjoy the song, Dane?
You're our audience.
You weren't supposed to die.
In our jobs, we're all supposed to die.
They were only killed because
the Soviets knew they were coming.
We knew there was a mole.
We weren't sure.
Now you're sure.
Are you the mole?
Did you tell the Soviets?
Was it you, Dane?
Hi.
I'm so sorry, I... I don't... I don't speak Russian.
Why do you have my daughter?
I was driving home from the university
and it was the scariest thing.
She was just crawling right in the middle of the street.
Yeah, but I... I... don't worry. I slammed on my brakes.
I jumped out of the car, I scooped her up.
You know, your neighbors
must've recognized little Dasha here.
Because, uh, they just pointed me right to your apartment.
So, yeah.
Thank you for bringing her back home.
- Of course! Of course. - She never does this before.
Oh, consider yourself lucky.
My son is... is a mad man.
You know, I... I turn my back for, uh, two seconds
and he's... you know, he's, uh, covered in peanut butter.
It's just, uh... You know, and is there anything worse
than trying to get peanut butter out of a kid's hair?
No, there isn't.
I do not have peanut butter, so, you know...
- Oh, oh. Oh! - Thank you.
There's... there's no way you found this
in the Soviet department stores, right?
I mean, it's just too beautiful. What is this?
I have to get Western clothing through other means.
Oh, right. Can I tell you a little secret?
When my son was born, I... I just... I wanted a girl.
I wanted a baby girl. You know, I just really did.
And I... and I had found all of these darling dresses and skirts
in the first arrondissement in Paris, you know?
And they're just, uh, rotting away
in my closet, in this trunk.
Um, it's really a shame.
You... you wouldn't be interested, would you?
I mean, I would so much rather share them
with a mother like me, who appreciates these fine things.
Let me make a cup of tea.
Oh, thank you. Thank you. Yes.
- Milk? - Please, yes.
I... I love Soviet milk.
Thank you. You know, it's so convenient.
It's always just out on the counter, sitting there.
Maybe some sugar too, please? If you don't mind? Thank you.
Oh, I was just admiring your bag.
I mean, it seems like everyone in the city's got one.
It's, uh... it must be popular.
This ugly bag?
- Avoska. Perhaps bag. - Oh.
In Moscow, you never know when the line will form
for something desirable, so you must be ready to carry it.
Right. Well, I should get one.
Maybe then people will think I'm a local.
No, I do not think anyone will mistake you for a local.
So, where would you like to meet?
To give me the clothing?
For the clothes. Yes, um...
how about the university? You can swing by.
Right now?
How about tomorrow?
I will come with my husband.
I'm sure he would like to thank the American woman
who saved our daughter.
That sounds like a wonderful plan.
Yeah, I can't wait to meet him.
And which university did you say?
Um, just the... the one down the road.
The... the big one, you can't miss it.
Tell anyone there to find me. My name's, uh, Cheryl Szymanski.
How do I spell that? Szymanski?
Oh! Oh!
I'm so sorry. I'm... I'm always making a mess.
- Let me get you a cloth. - Oh, thank you. Yes, it's, uh...
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
Shampoo.
I really did try to explain to her.
I... I didn't realize how sensitive
Cheryl was gonna be about this.
It's okay.
I should not cry.
It's only a concert.
No, no. I completely understand.
I mean, it's... it's Elton.
But you know what? I'll try and get you an autograph.
That would be pretty cool. Right?
Ugh! Eevi, I am so sorry too.
I didn't know they'd want me there.
- Embassy business and all. - Of course.
- Ready, Ray? - Yes, mm-hmm.
Okay. Oh, Eevi?
Make sure Trent's in bed by 8:00.
Okay.
Ray, do you think it's gonna be one of those concerts where everyone stands?
I hope not. I'm gonna sit.
She's cute.
- It's late. - Yeah.
I do not care what happened to your hand.
I'm... I'm sure you don't.
I'm just trying to give you this.
If you want it.
Elton John? Tonight?
I'll be there.
You know, they gave me an extra ticket
'cause they forgot my husband's dead, so...
In exchange for what is this?
Nothing. I'm just... I told you, I don't need anything.
I'm just...
Yeah.
I could get good price for this.
Really? Good for you.
Yeah. Get top Rubel. Yeah. Sounds great.
Guess I'll see ya around then.
Hi. I wasn't expecting you.
- Hi. - Hi.
Did you really meet someone today?
- Uh-huh. - And she felt easier?
No one would try to kill me if I was with her.
Except maybe some theater critics.
You know how neither of us were sure
if what we were risking our lives for was worth it?
I found something out today.
Something important.
Something that has to do with why my husband was killed
and I wouldn't have been able to do it without your help.
So, if you wanna walk away,
you can, knowing that you've done something
to hurt the people who killed Galyna.
Your bosses, they will let me go?
I don't know, but they can't stop you.
You're only safe talking to me, there's no one else who can.
And you? You will let me go?
I want you to live your life.
Whatever that looks like.
So, the question is, what do you want?
- I'm sorry, um... - No.
I... I just I thought... I thought you met someone today,
and she felt easier.
Yeah, easier.
But I don't want easier.
- I have to go. - Yeah.
But...
maybe I... I could come back?
Yeah.
Hey.
I thought you were, uh, selling the ticket.
Nobody wanted the shitty seat.
Yeah, it's a really shitty seat. Next to me.
I like your tights.
I like your jacket.
Honey, the... the door. The latch is a little finicky.
Are you still mad?
Yes, because you called me sensitive in front of Eevi.
And now I seem like some jealous wife.
You couldn't have just lied, like everybody else in this city?
- Blame it on your boss. - I try not to lie
to anyone, especially you.
Well, I'm glad it felt good telling Eevi the truth.
Oh, my God.
Cheryl, are...
What does it matter what I told her?
She's not here. You are.
You're getting what you want, like you always do.
Do you think that this is what I want?
Being in Moscow for your job?
You think I wanna color my own hair?
You think I wanna boil some potatoes
and a... and a... geriatric goose for Thanksgiving?
- No, Cheryl, it's... Wait. - All of this is for you.
All of it. Everything I do!
Cheryl. Cheryl! Honey! Cheryl!
Check. Check. One, two!
One time, when I was little,
like five or six or something, my mom shoved
a whole slab of bacon down the back of my pants,
so she wouldn't have to pay for it.
And the whole time, the store owner's dog
was just lunging for my ass.
- So... Yeah. - Huh.
One week, my family of six children
lived off of one roasted squirrel.
Yeah. I'm not gonna win this game with a Russian, am I?
Why does everyone just assume I'm American?
Your hair, teeth, the way you walk.
You wear a shirt that says "Bounce, bounce, bounce."
How... how do I walk?
Like someone who's grown up being free.
Yeah, well, I didn't.
Are you free now?
What, your friend?
Um... uh, yeah.
Um, my friend. Uh, sorry, I just haven't seen her
since, um, well, since this morning.
But I gotta... I gotta go talk to her and do stuff.
So, I'll be back, though. Okay? Try not to miss me too much.
You're alive!
- So are you. - What the fuck happened?
Uh, she's here by coincidence, or what's going on?
Okay, we'll talk about her later.
But first we should talk about what we've been doing.
- So, Tatiana, I followed her. - Yes. What?
And then the... Yeah, I kinda...
- I kinda took her baby. - You kidnapped her?
Well, more kinda borrowed her, I guess.
Just the gals I was looking for.
- Alan! - I need you both to come
backstage with the other ladies.
- Well, no, no, really, we... - No, we can't, we...
Sweetie, this is official Embassy business.
I know you girls are excited to see the show,
but you are here on the US government's dime
- to be lookie-loos. - Oh.
You both look presentable, thankfully.
Come on, let's go.
Elton's gonna love you. Come on.
- Okay. - Okay.
Right on time.
I saw your doctor.
So it's done.
There are still loose ends.
But this one is tied.
Is there anything else?
Yes. We need to go to the airport.
I received a message from our friend in the Village.
He asked us to visit.
- What are you doing? - I, uh...
- What is that? Put that back. - I was...
- Miss Cheryl... - Put it back.
Please. I was only... Let me explain.
I knew we couldn't trust you! You're working for them.
- And nobody believed me! - You don't understand!
Don't! Don't!
Everyone,
meet the beautiful American ladies of the US Embassy.
So I followed him and I had to get through this checkpoint,
and then I... I got there.
- You found it? - I found the facility.
- Yeah. I know. - Shit.
- And I'm pretty sure... - Oh, my God.
that I... I know how to get us back there.
But Twila, it's vast.
I don't even know how we're gonna get through...
- Okay. - ... all of the material.
It's this huge facility and there was...
So are you.
Okay, but... but... Yeah.
- Okay, when those places... - And we need a...
- We gotta tell Ray. - We do.
Hello, American.
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