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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 I 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.

- Excuse me! - Excuse me.

Shep, fucking... What...

- Okay. Come on. - Shit!

Just keep running. Keep running.

- Shit! - No. You gotta...

Okay... Fuck.

All crew members

ten minutes to showtime!

- Okay. - Go... go.

What the fuck do we do now?

Excuse me?

Who are you?

Elton, who are they?

We're the Americans.

Obviously.

- I'm Elton. - Yeah.

Are you here to escort me to the stage?

- Yes. Yes. That's... - Yes. That is...

- That is what we're here for. Yeah. - That's why we're here, yeah.

- Great. - Yeah.

- Hello, love. - So, do you ladies live in Moscow?

- Friendly place to live? - Yeah.

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 never come up.

- Okay. - Let's...

Let's get you out there, though

- Elton. Let's all go. - Yeah, let's go to the stage.

- And... and stay close. - Okay. That's right.

- Yeah. Okay. - Yes, don't wanna lose anyone. Okay.

Nadiya.

Nadiya.

Nadiya.

- Shit! - Oh. Yeah, okay! Run! Run!

We gotta get to Sasha.

Andrei's gonna fucking kill him!

Yeah, he's gonna fucking kill us too!

Need 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 KGB 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 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.

What, like, Soviet paramedics?

Ma'am?

- Ambassador Toon. - Mrs. 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 KGB 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. We have to go.

Andrei knows. 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!

Mr. Szymanski!

- Yes? - There's been an accident.

Someone's been shot in your apartment.

What? Who?

Where's my car?

Aksana? Aksana.

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 CIA, wasn't he?

I met him, your husband.

Right when I started working for the CIA.

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. There's a secure line - Yeah. Yeah.

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.

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

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