The Americans

Previously on "the Americans"...

Directorate "s" undercover agents

supposedly hiding all over the U.S.

Super-secret identities...

No one has any idea who they are.

Oh, hi. You came!

Just for a second, to, uh, bring over brownies

and welcome you to the neighborhood.

What do you do, Stan?

I'm an FBI agent.

Swedish intelligence needs you.

And I would like you to talk to this man.

He's handsome.

And powerful.

You're violating a shitload of Soviet laws,

and you're looking at 10 years in a siberian labor camp.

You're gonna have to start working for me.

No one else knows that you're running her.

Not yet.

What can you give me

in exchange for Nina's safety?

What the hell is going on here?

When you deliver the echo program to me,

I will let Nina sergeevna go free.

Last year, the center started a program to develop officers

they're calling second-generation illegals.

The center... They want Paige to be next.

If our organization ever gets anywhere near our daughter

without our permission,

my wife and I are finished.

She's looking for something in her life.

What if this is it?

It would destroy her.

To be like us?

No!

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

No. No!

Aah!

You have a daughter?

No.

Mine's 19.

Sophomore in college.

Three days ago, she calls me,

says she's decided to major in political science.

Wants to be in the CIA like her mother.

I went on an operation once.

That's once in 23 years.

And they gave us all the training, but anyway,

there was this, uh, case officer in Nairobi.

Real hotshot. Jeff.

Yeah. Didn't understand anything.

His reports made no sense when I got there.

Like, no sense.

They were fantastic by the time I got done with them.

Anyway, he's out one night with an agent,

and they get an emergency signal.

All the other c.O.S are busy, so they send me.

I go.

I get more out of the asset in one night

than he's gotten in six months

because I knew what I was talking about.

So, I write up the report. It gets circulated everywhere.

Top grades.

The c.O.S. Says nothing to me.

Not one word.

A week later...

Jeff gets promoted.

Screw the CIA.

That's everyone in n.E. And s.A.D.

Working on Afghanistan.

I got to take a leak.

It's me.

I'm doing something terrible.

I can tell you what's wrong with you.

It's simple.

You assholes haven't had

a single real experience your entire lives.

You're living in the realm of non-experience,

which is why your lives don't work.

Nicholas.

What is the realm of non-experience?

Ho... h-how could there be non-experience?

Let's say you're balling a woman.

Okay.

You're banging her good,

and you want her to have an orgasm, right?

Sure.

When you're thinking about her orgasm,

are you experiencing?

Um...

I guess not.

That's non-experience.

And sex is one of the few things we have...

Almost getting killed is another...

That can jolt us into feeling fully alive.

If you want to actually experience life,

then you've got to stop being so reasonable all the time,

you've got to stop hoping things are just gonna get better,

and you've got to accept what you've got.

So that's how she chose Emory.

And she loves it.

She sounds terrific.

Mm.

Listen, uh... Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Have another drink. Or dinner.

You know, they actually make really good food here,

believe it or not.

Next time.

Oh, can't you stay?

I'm... I'm actually, uh... With all this...

Just lonely tonight.

I mean, come on. We're having such a good time.

Oh, I wish I could, Charlotte.

We'll see each other again next week.

We can have dinner then.

Shoulder-length blond hair, wire-rim glasses.

What was she wearing?

Black slacks,

blue-gray blouse, a bright red jacket.

Did you see her interacting with anyone else?

Suspect's wearing a bright red jacket.

Well, thanks.

You bet.

It's not a very good plan, though.

I mean, what am I gonna tell her?

"It's the stupidest thing I ever heard in my life"?

Yeah, that's... That's a problem.

According to these idiots, I probably should say that.

Honest.

"Hey, sweetie, I went to est,

"and I think they're all insane.

Can we get back together now?"

Grevey's?

Yeah.

Let's go get a non-beer.

Uh, pardon me. Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Excuse me. Ma'am?

Can I help you?

Yes. We're with the FBI...

Ohh.

Oleg igorevich.

Yeah, that was complete luck, though.

Hey, honey.

Oh, hey, Elizabeth.

We thought you'd be sleeping.

No. What happened?

Would you believe unloading groceries?

Well, you got to let your man do the heavy lifting.

Hear that, honey?

Stan thinks you should do all the grocery shopping.

Oh!

You guys hungry?

What do you got?

You know what?

I'm... I'm pretty zonked.

Maybe we should call it a night.

Oh. I can take a hint.

That wasn't really a hint.

What don't you come for dinner tomorrow?

Yeah. Oh, great.

I'll see you guys then. Great.

All right.

Feel better.

Thank you.

Night.

Good night.

What happened?

Close call.

How close? Very.

I had a list of names in my pocket.

We'll get in.

Sir.

Aderholt said she was about 5'3 ", 5'4"?

Don't rub it in.

Well, they make them tough over there.

Could be the same illegal we were going after before.

Could be.

Have a seat, Stan.

We got intelligence from the CIA this morning.

They convicted Nina krilova.

Espionage and treason.

So that's that.

Yep.

Well, you told me it goes that way.

Doesn't make it easier.

Come in.

Sir.

Okay. Go ahead.

We were testing for prints on the list of names,

but the CIA took custody of it before we got anywhere.

They won't even tell us who the names are.

The sketches ready?

Yeah, they're cleaning them up now.

They need you to sign this.

Thanks.

I put out a lead to the entire field

on dentists, emergency rooms, doctors,

so if anyone remotely matching this woman's description