Killing Eve

You go in, find the doctor, kill Nadia and come out.

- We need to find who? - Anna.

She is the wife of the man Oksana murdered.

The British. They're helping me.

Konstantin?

He's working with them.

I need you to look into any private correspondence

- between Konstantin... - And?

Your mother.

- Are you going to kill me? - Mm-hm.

Hello! Let me out. I did it.

Hey!

Let me out!

- Oh. - Oh. Good morning.

Have you just... been to breakfast?

Uh, no, but... um, I'm hungry.

- You? - I'm heading there now.

Did you wear those clothes yesterday?

Listen, Vlad's had a change of heart.

They're giving us Nadia.

Oh, really? That's... great.

He's arranged for us to take her out today.

Fantastic. And, you know, I'm so sorry...

Um, have you not...

Sorry.

Oh, good.

Hi. Yeah, I'm just with some...

Oh? How bad?

Oh, Christ.

Of course.

Where are you?

Alright, I'll, um, be right down.

Mm. Mm, well...

That's, at least, some good news.

Who was that?

Nadia has been murdered in prison.

The good news is the buffet's open.

Come on.

Did you have a late night, too?

Sorry?

What happened?

Nadia was attacked by another inmate.

- How? - Just a fight.

Happens all the time in those places.

- Really? - Mm.

Does it happen to valuable government sources

who are about to be removed from the prison?

Sometimes.

We were supposed to take Nadia out today.

- This isn't a coincidence. - You can see it is a blow.

For all of us. But these sausages are so good.

But she was our only lead to the Twelve.

- Who did it? - A little angry girl

called Natalie, I think.

Well, I want to meet her. Today.

- Now. - Eve...

It's not possible.

If Nadia's death was linked to your interest in her,

I can't risk that happening again.

- So you think there's a link? - No. But I have to...

- Please don't bullshit me. - Eve!

We would appreciate any information

you feel you can pass on to us.

We will wait and hear from you about developments.

It's been good to see you again.

I advise you to have a sausage and go home.

You're welcome to stay but you haven't been invited.

- Kenny's here? - I thought it was time

he got out of the office.

He can help with the Nadia business.

- We have to go to the prison. - You can't.

We need permission and we've prodded them too much already.

They're sensitive about something.

- What if it was Villanelle? - It's not all about her, Eve.

Don't pull that face.

- What face? - That determined face.

It's not gonna happen. Stop it.

I can't.

Oh, thank God.

Privet.

- Oh... a home away from home? - Mm, good, isn't it?

Sorry about the smell.

How much money do you make doing this?

Give me one phone call and I will give you more money

than you earn in a year.

Just give it a second.

I can do it. Ooh, my tits are about to drop off.

Listen, it sounds mad, but what if the Twelve

put Villanelle back in the prison to kill Nadia?

- Alright, listen... - Or she broke in there.

She can get in and out of anywhere.

It must have been easy for them to pay a random inmate

- to confess to the attack. - Eve, there is a limit to...

Nadia must have had something decent on the Twelve.

We can at least ask if she contacted anyone

- while she was there. - I'll check CCTV for visitors.

No. If we're found probing, it will make things worse.

We have to be above board now.

- We need to find Anna. - Anna isn't relevant now.

Yes, she is.

Nadia said Anna was the reason Villanelle went to prison

- in the first place. - She killed her husband.

- Yes, but why? - Oh, Eve, please!

There's no record of Villanelle's family on file.

Anna is our only lead to how she ended up where she is.

If she is back in Russia, she might go to Anna's.

Big "if". And I'm not interested in how

Villanelle came to be a killer.

- Well, I am. - Why? It doesn't help us.

You told me to find her.

That is the job that you gave me.

Yes.

And I can take it away.

Kenny, will you please organize Elena

to fly you both back to London? There's nothing to investigate.

- Wait? What? - But I just got here.

Thank you.

I'll follow on. I have a few things to tie up.

Just let me know when you're on your way.

What things?

Go back to London.

Traveling makes you rude.

Are we leaving?

- Of course we're not leaving. - Good.

You need to see these.

Uh, my understanding of solitary confinement

is that it is solitary.

Hello, Inga.

It's not even worth trying to speak to you, is it?

You smell of cabbage.

Dated '77 to '78, all addressed to Mum.

- Oh, my God! - I know.

- These are filthy. - I know.

What's a butterfly bead?

I decided not to Google that.

Where did you find these?

She has a safe behind her bookcase in her study at home.

Are you okay about this?

About her being dodgy or about her being filthy?

Both.

I'm not... entirely surprised by either, to be honest.

Do you really have to give them to Vlad?

I have to give him something.

It might break his heart, though.

What? Why?

Uh... no reason.

- Could they... be coded? - Maybe.

Go back over them with a fine-tooth comb.

- Sorry. - Right.

I went through her old photos, too,

pulled out ones with any sexy men in Russia.

Mm.

There. Oh, my God! There he is.

Younger, but him. They certainly look close.

Yeah. And here's Anna, too.

She's a language teacher in a school just outside Moscow.

Address. Number.

God, you're good.

Okay. I'm gonna head there now.

Listen.

If you want to go back to London, I understand.

In fact, it may be best.

I'm going to get into the prison security cameras.

I'll scan for anyone matching Villanelle's description

and let you know if she comes up.

I won't tell Carolyn anything.

Okay. Are you sure?

It's fine. I'm a professional.

I know. Thank you.

- What? - Excuse me.

Do you think I will be allowed to make a phone call?

No.

You have a very pretty nose.

I don't like girls.

Well, you haven't tried this one.

Have you finished trying yet?

I'm assuming she isn't actually catatonic.

Inga will be not easily seduced, either.

A word of advice: Don't fall asleep.

Rarh!

Is she... Is she a popular teacher? I mean, is she good?

Yeah, she's best.

Um, her English is much more good than in my mouth.

- Oh. - Uh... Ah. She's there.

Thank you. Spasibo.

Okay, so for French and English,

- it's a little different... - Anna, I'm sorry.

I'm not from a university.

I work with the UK authorities.

Okay.

I'm investigating Oksana Astankova.

I don't want to bring up old wounds.

She's dead.

Yes.

Yes, she is.

What do you need to know now?

We think she had connections

with a very dangerous organization

and we're trying to work out why they would have chosen her,

to help get insight into them.