At the Rezidentura, Arkady walks into Nina's office, and she's embarrassed that he caught her with her feet up on the desk. I guess when you're just waiting out exfiltration, there isn't much to do with your work day. Arkady's there to fill her in on how they have Secretary of Defense Casper Weinberger's home bugged. He wants to listen in and make note of any upcoming meetings they're having about Moscow, and the assassinations in particular. He then quotes Howard Cosell in welcoming Nina to the "big leagues." He didn't even try for a Cosell impersonation, which is the real shame.
Next up: The Clark and Martha Show. You got a reprieve last week, so to make up for it, Martha has decided to full-on surrender herself to obsessed-lady caricature. So when Philip knocks on the door, her big ol' face has a giant clown smile on it and she reveals that her parents are there to meet him! Like, remember that Friends episode where the girls all try on wedding dresses and Rachel opens the door to Tate Donovan and he's super freaked out because she's clearly bride-crazy? That's this, except Martha is for real. And Clark shits his pants for about one and a half second before being like, "This is great! I was secretly hoping you'd spring your parents on me in the middle of the day! I was especially hoping that we would all then sit down, toast champagne flutes, and discuss their very Lutheran take on Fiddler on the Roof, which would then naturally lead to questions about my own religious affiliation! Are your parents carbon copies of the tiny old people who terrorize Naomi Watts at the end of Mulholland Dr.? They are? YES!" Clark finally makes up a work excuse to leave, making sure Martha knows what a wonderful, romantic gesture this was today.
Picture it: Geneva, 1971. Elizabeth is pregnant with Henry and talking to Zhukov about it. She bitches about how easy American kids have it compared to her upbringing, where she apparently hand-mashed potatoes into vodka while the wind whipped around and blistered her poor hands. She admits that she hasn't yet told Philip about the baby, and Zhukov correctly intuits that it's because she's keeping her options open with regard to keeping it. Rather than advising her on such a matter, Zhukov instead revisits that dog of his that was supposed to represent Elizabeth's capacity to grow to love Philip. Well, now that dog is dead. Zhukhov tells Elizabeth that we all die alone and before that, all we have is our choices. Nice dancing around actual advice, Viktor.