Previously on "Ponies."
We need you to find the Kompromat facility, today.
Chris died looking for this place.
Andrei, he's targeting powerful Soviets
and manipulating them with what he has on them.
This could be why some of the prostitutes
are being murdered while others aren't.
That is probably how Andrei
is funneling out his blackmail on the Russians.
- Shampoo. - I need an "L" pill.
I'm not gonna give you a pill so you can kill yourself.
I don't want you to die.
We have a fucking mole.
The Soviets didn't use these tunnels to plant the bug.
- Our man is closer to us. - What are you doing?
- Let me explain. - Don't!
Your husband, he was feeding information to the Soviets.
Tom was the one that got Chris killed.
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.
With all the foreigners in town
for the Elton John concert, they must be doing an operation.
Hello, American.
I...
- Oh, excuse me! - Excuse me.
Shep, fucking... What? Shit!
Don't stop, keep running. Keep running.
- No! You gotta... Okay. - Shit!
Fuck!
All crew members, ten minutes to showtime!
- Okay. - Go, go, go. Go.
What the fuck do we do now?
Excuse me?
Who are you?
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. - 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.
Nadiya.
Nadiya, Nadiya!
- Shit! - Oh! Yeah, okay! Run!
We gotta get to Sasha, Andrei's gonna fucking kill him!
Yeah, he's gonna fucking kill us too!
- Mm-hmm.
Mm?
- Sofia! - Manya!
- Help! - Help!
You're American!
You are a spy.
No, Twila!
I'm gonna kill you right here, you understand?
But I will make it slowly.
I will take my time.
- Ivanna! - Who is this man?
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 kill you?
Are you a spy?
You can't be a spy, you don't blend in.
You know, fuck off! I'm a spy, okay?
Hey.
If I make it out of this alive, maybe I'll, uh, call ya.
I don't have a telephone.
Okay, let's go.
She's stable now.
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?
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.
Bring this to the guys upstairs.
The Soviets are gonna be here any minute.
- Secure this in the vault. - Yes, sir.
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!
- Mister Szymanski! - Yes?
There's been an accident.
Someone's been shot in your apartment.
What? Who?
Where's my car?
Aksana? Aksana.
Ah! _
You're welcome.
Good luck.
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."
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, shit. 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.
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.
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?
We rely on foreign citizens to...
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... I work.
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... - Sweetie!
Oh, sweetheart,
they wouldn't tell me where you were. I was so worried!
It was awful!
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 killed 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...
the drawer, the gun 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...
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.
I'm exhausted. Let's go home.
Is there still a lot of blood in the apartment?
Ah, Jesus Christ, Ray.
Man up.
Huh.
Huh...
Uh!
Ah.
Ah...
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...
- ... it's just shampoo. - Gee, that does smell terrific.
- 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, shit.
Yeah. Yeah, and all of them are like this.
- You are late. - Just five minutes.
That's late.
What did you see?
She's an old woman, visiting another old woman.
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 fucking problem.
And it's none of your fucking business.
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 shoot it off at ten paces.
Eventually, or on the first try?
Should we find out?
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...
.. murdered. All these women were murdered 'cause of these videos.
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, shit.
- We gotta get outta here. - We gotta get outta here.
Okay. I think this is the last of it.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Did you hear that? - Yeah.
Oh, shit. Fuck! Fuck!
Oh!
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Are you okay?
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
- Are you okay? - Uh-huh.
- What the fuck? - Oh, God.
What the fuck!
Aksana!
Sasha!
Sasha! Sasha! No!
No, no, no, Sasha!
You're okay!
You're okay! You're okay!
You're okay. You're okay.
Oh, shit! Twila!
We're gonna get you outta here.
We're gonna get you outta here!
Okay? We are! Yeah, we are!
- Hmm? Mm-hmm. - Ooh!
Ooh.
So, was it you following me?
Are you going to tell me why?
Could you get in the car, please?
Okay. Uh-huh.
Try not to move, okay? We just need to hold this in place.
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...
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...
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?
Can... can we see "The Rockettes"?
Please?
How do you know about "The Rockettes"?
What's your name?
- What? - Your name.
I never got to know your real name.
Bea.
It's short for Beatrice.
- Bea. - Yeah.
Nice to meet you.
It's nice to meet you.
It's gonna be okay.
No. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.
No, no, no, no. It's okay, it's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Fuck. Oh, shit.
Fuck. Okay.
- 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.
Shit. Shit.
It's okay. It's okay.
Twila, what are you doing?
Okay, she's just gonna go check.
- Okay. - She's just gonna go check.
Bea!
- Oh, shit. - What?
- What the... - What?
Shit, who are they?
No, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
You're gonna be okay. Oh, God.
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. - Okay.
I'm not gonna leave you, okay? It's gonna be okay.
Ma'am, Sergeant Davis Carter, U.S. Marines.
- You called for an extraction? - 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?
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, murder someone.
I'm a murderer.
For the rest of my life, I killed someone.
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 fucked 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 abortion 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 shithole with my mom
and these fucking 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.
You think Andrei heard all that?
Suka.
You know, I thought I'd be dead tonight.
Instead, I get to see American Embassy, in person.
- Should've killed you. - So, why the fuck 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.
We coulda killed 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.
Your tapes.
We got your tapes.
Shampoo bottles from the dacha. We've got alla that.
- Don't we? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
You murdered 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. - Yeah.
You came to Moscow for answers?
There are no answers in Moscow.
Chris Grant, Tom Hasbeck.
Who killed them?
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 killed.
One of them was working for ya.
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, fuck.
Not the American shit, 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?
Hmm.
Was it your husband?
- 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 kill people.
Yeah, you fucking kill people.
And C.I.A. would never kill innocent woman?
Galyna Shevchenko, your boyfriend's sister,
do you know who murdered her?
You. Or someone just like you.
No, not me.
Not us. Americans.
Galyna Shevchenko?
She was not prostitute. She was K.G.B.
She was K.G.B. and the Americans killed 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.
Bea, do you smell smoke?
You smell that?
Fuck. Fuck, uh, Bea. There's a lot of smoke.
We have to go, right now.
Please remain calm.
Exit the building.
Keep going. Keep moving.
Don't worry about the cat. I'm sure he's fine.
He ran into Twila's apartment.
What's on that floor? It's just storage, right?
No, it's not just storage.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Bea! Oh, thank God.
Thank God. Yeah, okay.
Wait. Wha... No... Wait a minute.
Twila. Twila, they're K.G.B.!
Nadiya.
We have to stop meeting like this.
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