Looks like Elizabeth made it one more trip to Heylia's house, and no cops are in sight. Heylia is dabbing her son with a cool cloth, but it's not going to do any good. Elizabeth begs her to put the clock back and end this, but Heylia doesn't trust a thing she says. And when Philip arrives, she looks him dead in the eye and says, "I know the devil." He tells her one more time to put the clock back, but she says she doesn't have to listen to him. "I listen to my Lord," she says, "he protects me." Philip decides to challenge that assertion by grabbing a pillow and placing it over Grayson's face. Heylia screams for him to stop, but Elizabeth restrains her. She counts down the seconds for Heylia to do something to save him. Heylia finally agrees -- she swears to God that she will return the clock. Philip finally relents but gives her a deadline of tomorrow, or else the poison kills Grayson anyway. The Jenningses then return to their car and feel really bad about their life choices right now. Elizabeth takes her husband's hand, which is a new and notable development for them.

After the break, Heylia's back at work, and she successfully returns the clock to its old position before Mrs. W can catch her. In his car, Philip is relieved to hear that the bug is in place. He sets up the recording device in his trunk, then calls Elizabeth to signal her to administer the antidote. She incredibly relieved not to have this boy's death on her conscience.

At home, the Jenningses celebrate with a Glad We Didn't Have to Kill Any Innocents dinner. Featuring that Russian caviar from Stan. So... a half-full tin of caviar, then? Fancy. Elizabeth says her family, like his, grew up poor, so they never had this kind of stuff. They both kind of giggle about their fancy cocktail hour. I kind of love how appropriately '80s it is to hold up caviar as the height of decadence. Elizabeth then starts to talk about how today, in the apartment, she got the feeling that things were about to go bad, and her mind flashed to Paige and Henry ... and Philip. "They shouldn't ask us to do impossible things," she says, coming around to his point of view. In return, Philip concedes that what the KGB is after must be really big, and they were successful, so good for them. Now they have ears in the Secretary of Defense's home. Not bad.