Granny at least snaps out of Fairy Godmother mode when she comes to retrieve the plans from Philip. She passes on some regards from General Zhukov and then drives off.
The next morning, neither Philip nor Elizabeth has been to bed, and with the kids up in an hour, they're not going to try. Philip ices the superficial stab wound he got in his fight and tries to keep Elizabeth from seeing. Elizabeth then launches into a rather lengthy monologue, starting with how she was recruited by the KGB at 17, sent to America at 22, married off to Philip without ever having a boyfriend, and basically didn't know shit about shit. Then she met Gregory, who was passionate about what she was passionate about and was the first person she could talk to about things. "It just ... happened," she says. She's not saying it to downplay her connection with Gregory. She's talking about how easy it was. It just happened. It never happened that way for her and Philip, "did it?" He shakes his head no. He'll probably start crying if he has to talk. She tells him how sorry she is that it never happened between them. But -- but! -- " I feel like it's happening now." A ray of hope. I have to say, the nature of Philip and Elizabeth's relationship -- what it is, what it isn't, what they'd like it to be, what they have to struggle for it to become -- is one of the truly compelling things about this show. It's not going to come easy, I don't think. She reaches her hand to touch his, and this time he doesn't pull away.
Oh, but here's the kicker. The icicle to the heart. Donetsk, USSR. That's a bad way to start any story. And old couple is being told of their son's sad demise in proud service of his motherland. "He would be proud to have his baby back home," says he KGB agent. "Where he belongs." Baby Oscar cries out. Let us all hope he never finds out that Cuba was on the table.
Back in Philly, the cops are called to the crime scene, where a young woman sits dead in her car, syringe strapped to her arm. Agent Stan approaches the scene, confirms the identity of Joyce Ramirez, and shakes his head. He got beat on this one.
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