Killing Eve

You just don't seem very happy.

I had a life.

I had a husband, and a house.

Both you and I know perfectly well

Kenny didn't take his own life.

Kenny was killed trying to expose The Twelve.

Villanelle is our best chance of getting to them.

Do you ever think of anything else?

Admit it. You wish I was here.

I left a man to die so I could save a psychopath.

No! I'm totally done with it. End of story.

Do you know Helene?

God, you're sexy.

You're a beautiful monster, Villanelle.

She's my boss. Ex-boss.

It was a very toxic workplace.

This is Rhian.

Please!

You're the one who's been stealing money from The Twelve.

Wherever I go, someone wants to murder me.

This was inevitable.

Go before I change my mind.

Why kill him? He was a source.

One cannot destroy The Twelve.

What's happened to us?

- I've killed so many people. - I know.

I don't want to do it any more. Any of it.

They are like animals.

The items they post you...

You're head of town.

If I'm going to die, can I at least take this off?

The headline wouldn't be good.

What?

Eve?

Stand up.

Eve? How did you find me?

Stand up. Put your hands up.

Take that off.

What are you now,

an assassin?

What are you now, a mayor?

Why did you do that?

That was for Kenny.

Tell me how to find Helene.

You can't just find someone like her.

I don't even know myself.

They keep everyone separate.

If you find a new recruit then maybe you can track them back.

What does that mean?

She looks out for new assassins. That's part of her job.

Like a talent scout.

- Give me a name. - I don't have a name.

Villanelle pushed the last one under a train.

Give me that name.

- You shot me in my hand. - Oh, get over it.

What is she like? Helene? What does she look like?

She looks French.

She looks French. Okay?

If you want to find Helene, why not just ask Villanelle?

You're going to die, you know?

Whatever this is, you won't come out of it.

Thank God.

Have I ever told you? You sound like an angel.

Only sound like?

Oi, Little Miss Perfect.

Cat's been sick on the carpet next door again.

I'll deal with it.

It's chunky.

I said, I'll deal with it.

I don't know how you do it.

I sprinkle a highly absorbent powder on top.

I meant I don't know how you can be so good all the time.

I don't have any other choice.

Rhian Bevan.

I brought you a protein shake.

Are you stereotyping me?

Oh, God, you're right. I'm so sorry.

- I'll get rid of it. - No, I...

- I'd like... - Hmm.

I don't wanna waste it. Cos it was leg day today.

- Leg day? - Yes, leg day.

- Are you looking at my ass? - Yes.

God, real life is boring.

Who are we protecting today?

You know, I'm gonna give it an hour

and then I'm gonna follow up on that Helene lead.

Er, before I forget, I have some admin for you.

This is a written warning from work about your continued absence.

Don't worry, I got one as well.

You were supposed to be covering for me. Where were you?

I got invited to a threesome in the Cotswolds.

Well, the Cotswolds is supposed to be lovely.

Next, please.

Another invitation?

This one looks a little anthrax-ey.

She's not given up.

I don't think so.

- What? - You shot someone?

In the hand.

How did it feel?

Like you said it would feel.

- Wanna have sex? - Yes.

- Gonna buy me dinner afterwards? - Yes. If you're any good.

At 2:00, you're judging a sand sculpting competition,

at 3:30, you're explaining British culture

to some local school children.

And this evening, you're going to see a play

about the horrors of the Spanish Civil War...

"Humankind"

"cannot bear very much reality."

Do you know who wrote that?

Gandhi?

There's a Mr. Smith downstairs for you.

Gracias.

Tell him I'll be right down.

I can't promise I'll do any of it

but if I do, I shan't be sober.

Classic, ketchup, mustard.

Please.

- Pickles? Onions? - Pickles, yes. Of course pickles.

Mustard? Mayo?

- No! Mayonnaise? - Mustard. Yes, mayo.

- Top and bottom. - You're a psychopath.

- This is pretty good. - It's vegan.

The bacon, too.

- Huh? - Knew that would piss you off.

Hmm.

The funeral home Rhian Bevan's body was taken to.

How did you get this?

Got an old mate from the Foreign Legion.

I saw him do some pretty terrible things to civilians and I never said anything.

Now he works with TFO, and it's all paid off.

Mmm.

Ah, see, let your guard down.

- See, that's good. I... - Now is it good?

- How about this? - Okay.

Oh.

Anyone? Anyone else wanna try me? No?

Don't get cocky now. Cos I'll come back and do the armbar

and take you down.

Thanks, David.

You can have a break.

What do you have for me?

Jakub Novotny.

He was found two weeks ago in a disused warehouse

on the outskirts of Prague.

You said he was tortured?

Flayed alive.

Whoever did this, literally tore strips off him.

There are pictures...

This reminds me of something.

- String cheese. - Yes.

Just that. Is this all you have?

I told you, it's not my investigation.

The BIS don't get involved in murder cases

unless they're of national security concern.

Cultural attache.

We both know that's code for "kicked out on your ass".

I could say the same about you.

You were my most promising student.

Well, you know my daughter died,

- just like... - Yes. I remember.

Grief makes us strangers,

even to ourselves.

Carolyn!

Just... Excuse me for a moment, Milos.

Shoo, shoo, shoo.

Easy, easy.

Aren't you going to congratulate me?

On what?

Did you not get the fax?

I got promoted.

Apparently there was an unexpected vacancy on the Russia desk.

It's actually amazing the kind of leverage you get from being shot at work.

Wait. Wait, where are you going?

You can't ignore this, Carolyn. This is your final warning.

No. This is your final warning.

The Twelve are far more lethal than any of the hostile states

or terrorist organisations that you care so much about

and I am your best hope in understanding them.

If you choose to ignore my expertise,

then either they've got to you before me

or you're more dim-witted than I thought you were.

Or you're just desperate.

Stop meddling.

Cos if you don't, you know what will happen.

You'll be arrested, tried in a secret court

and put in prison for a long, long, long time.

We will make sure of it.

Is that so?

Nice little jobs in the sun are for those who behave nicely,

not those of us who still invite Czech intelligence on a beach holiday

when they've just been fired.

What exactly are you going to arrest me for?

If you hang on, I can show you.

That was you, wasn't it?

Paul Bradwell.

You need some cream for that sunburn.

You look inflamed.

I'm going.