The next day, Heylia's at work, cleaning the study, eyeing that clock. She makes a move for it but is interrupted by Mrs. Weinberger, who seems very nice as far as rich people who employ domestic servants go. Much more Jessica Chastain than Bryce Dallas Howard. (BTW, Heylia's character is actually named "Viola," and I wonder/worry if that's an intentional homage to The Help.) She thinks Heylia looks tired, and Heylia vamps about not being able to sleep well because she worries about Grayson. Not because he's been poisoned by Soviet spies, though! Oh no! Just worrying about how he's dealing with college. "And to think we almost lost him," Heylia says, which is cryptic, but she says thanks to Mr. and Mrs. W, they didn't. Okay! Mrs. W takes her leave, and Heylia goes back to eyeing that clock.
At the travel agency, Elizabeth reports that Grayson looked really bad today, and Heylia almost lost it. She's worried that Heylia's going to crack under the pressure and alert the authorities. Philip could be walking into a total trap when he goes to retrieve the clock. He tells her not to worry and hugs her, and when he does, he notices the gun on her hip. If it goes bad, she explains, she's not going to allow herself to be arrested. She'd be locked away, tortured, forced to betray their every belief if they want to see their kids again. Interesting that she no longer trusts herself not to betray the motherland for her children. So she'd ride the bullet out of this world before that happened and trust Philip to explain it to their children.
So was Elizabeth right to be worried? Philip shows up in his awful wig and mustache (he should be more wary of the FASHION police, HA HA HA!) and enters the apartment without knocking. Heylia approaches him warily and answers his questions about how she absconded with the clock. Suddenly, at the doorway, there's a huge dude with a gun pointed at Philip, shouting, "Give it to me!" Philip puts his hands up, meekly, asking please not to be shot because then he can't administer the antidote. He's walking slowly towards the gunman, though, and when he gets close enough, he starts with the hand-to-hand combat, which you'll recall he's quite good at. Fight, fight, struggle, struggle. Heylia cries out for "Albert" as Philip drives him into a wall. Albert grabs a knife from the kitchen and momentarily gains the upper hand, driving Philip to the ground, but Philip rebounds and locks his legs around Albert's head like he's Famke Janssen. Heylia is screaming and distressed as Philip takes Albert's arm and breaks it. Maybe just dislocates his shoulder. Philip then goes for his gun as Heylia explains that this is her brother, who swore to her he wouldn't try anything. She's frantic now, worried that she's doomed her boy. "He's my life," she cries. Philip makes sure Albert hasn't told anyone, then threatens Heylia that she's never to tell anybody else, ever, not even after it's all done, not on her death bed. "We can find out anywhere," he assures her. She believes him. She retrieves the clock for him, and Philip leaves with it. Hoping the neighbors didn't call the cops after all that commotion, I suppose.