So, compromise: Philip pulls up to walking distance from the hospital, shoves Cuteski out of the car and sets him in the right direction. He instructs him to go in as a John Doe and when he makes it out, don't return to Boston. "Assume they're onto you." "You were trained to surmount every obstacle," he says, which are pretty lousy last words to say to such a cute boy. So Cuteski staggers towards an unlikely salvation, while Philip gets back to the car and he and Elizabeth fret about making the drop-off time. And indeed, when they get there, they see that the slow boat to Minsk or wherever has pulled away. "Why's everyone so punctual in this business," Philip sheepishly offers, while Elizabeth just kicks at the car door.
After the break, we're at the FBI, where Agent Chris Amador is selling Agent Stan Beeman on the benefits of working in counterintelligence. Basically, the selling point is that it's cooler. They're working against "the most sophisticated enemy in the world." Stan dumb-dumbs about how he's gotta take Russian language classes now, so clearly he's somewhat ambivalent about the assignment. They get to their morning meeting where they're met by a highly agitated Agent Bartholomew, who grumbles that "Timoshev" is 20 minutes late. Chris kind of laughs it off, but Bartholomew snaps that since the guy defected, Timoshev hasn't been 20 seconds late to anything. And since Timoshev only reports to the FBI Director and the Attorney General, Bartholomew doesn't even know how to get in touch with him. Bartholomew, by the way, is played by Michael Gaston who in addition to guesting on every other TV show you've ever watched, played a character named "Ben Zeitlin" on Terriers, which now explains to me why I've found the Beasts of the Southern Wild director's name so familiar all these months. ANYway, after Chris grouses to Stan about how ever since Reagan stepped into office, these meetings start at 7 AM (defeat the enemy by waking up earlier than they do), he explains who Timoshev is: ex-KGB colonel who blew the whistle on the Soviet deep-cover "Directorate S" agents. Looks like Timoshev = Badass from last night. But Chris sounds dubious about Directorate S from the start, thinking it's just a tall tale that Timoshev learned in order to snag a multi-million dollar "resettlement" package from the government. And you thought you hated pro athletes' big contracts. By way of explaining his doubts about the existence of such a program, Chris helpfully exposits to us the premise of this show he's on: deep-cover Soviet spies living right next door to us, all across the U.S. They speak better English than we do, to the point where -- once they've been placed in America -- they're forbidden to speak Russian, even to each other in their own homes... more American than most Americans. Chris thinks someone's been reading too many spy novels.