Killing Eve

How was your meeting with Helene?

To Villanelle, the Keeper.

She's moving up in the world.

You can't beat us. You understand?

- Are you working for them, Paul? - Are you, Carolyn?

What did you want with my child?

- She kissed me! - Geraldine kissed you?

Irina. Be ready.

Your plan to get out. I'm in.

I'm done with it. I'm leaving.

What do you mean, you're leaving?

I don't want to do this anymore.

Villanelle.

Finally.

That guy was really staring at me.

This is Rhian.

Nice collection.

What are you doing?

Working out how I'd kill you.

I thought killing wasn't really your thing at the moment.

- You want to test that theory? - You're only as good as your last.

Go on, tell me.

How would you do it?

I don't know yet,

but it would definitely involve the tiny chair.

Sit down.

Not on that one.

Show me. Your injury.

Here.

Do you know why I love you, Villanelle?

Because you're an agent of chaos.

And I love chaos.

Chaos disrupts.

It rips apart and starts again.

It's like a forest fire.

It burns. It clears.

It's monstrous, but it's beautiful.

You're a beautiful monster, Villanelle.

A monster?

Monstrous people like you often feel like they have to fly solo,

like they have to keep things bottled up inside them.

Thoughts, feelings... secrets.

And that can affect their ability to be truly monstrous.

Do you have anything

you would like to get off your chest, Villanelle?

Has something happened recently?

I did something bad to my mother.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

I don't want us to keep secrets from each other.

I took a shit in her shoe when I was three.

A really big one.

Give me another job.

You're injured.

I'll take Dasha.

Okay, but success is essential.

Otherwise, what's the point of sending you and not Rhian?

Thank you for the inappropriate touching.

It's actually pretty nice.

You wouldn't be able to, by the way.

Wouldn't be able to what?

Kill me before I killed you.

You're a child.

You have no idea what you're dealing with.

God, you're sexy.

Three trips to Waitrose

and an abortive attempt at hot yoga?

It's just standard white-person stuff.

I've been tracking him for a week and there's nothing to suggest

he's working for The Twelve,

unless they've branched out into, uh, groceries and hot vinyasa.

Jokes are for people who do their jobs correctly, Mo.

So are omelettes.

Do you want me to make up evidence?

No! I want you to uncover the evidence that already exists,

which you haven't worked hard enough to expose.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I know you're upset about Kenny,

that we haven't found out what happened to him.

Your powers of deduction are incredible.

But are you sure Paul's a member of The Twelve?

A bottle of Chablis, a stir-fry kit

and a bath bomb. What does that say to you?

That he's planning a lovely evening in?

Or that he's trying to seem that he is.

Trust me. That vintage of Chablis is undrinkable.

Off you go.

Another young person inspired?

Don't complain. I've saved you his omelette.

Villanelle has been promoted.

Dasha told me as much.

That should be our focus for now.

Oh, dear. You don't deserve it after all.

Villanelle is rising up the ranks.

She is our best chance of getting to them.

Oh, Eve, what a blinkered approach.

Do you ever think of anything else?

Don't pretend that I'm the only one.

You have your own thing going on with Villanelle.

For all I know, you have a direct line.

Isn't it time you told me?

What was it you said to her in that prison?

I offered her work and she refused.

Hmm.

Good for her.

Eve, I won't have my investigation derailed

by your undiagnosed, and, frankly, a little trying, Messiah complex.

Wow. Wow. I'm the one with the Messiah complex.

Carolyn, why did we start this, any of it?

Information, intelligence gathering,

to compile a comprehensive Filofax of despots,

maniacs and extremists,

in case we want to throw a Christmas bash.

I mean, that's what we do, isn't it?

No, it might have been once, but not now.

Not after everything that's happened,

after everything we've lost.

Eve, you'd do well to remember...

heroes only get the girl in Hollywood.

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Is it over?

- Can we go now? - Your daughter is extremely bright.

Believe me, it's a nightmare.

Getting told "Go eat a dick" in Icelandic!

She is also manipulative, calculating.

Almost entirely lacking in empathy.

Like her mother.

When I ask her about the accident involving your ex-wife's partner,

she said she wished she could go back in time

so she could reverse back over his body.

Kids' imagination, huh? It's wild!

This is not a joking matter.

Who is joking?

10% off your first massage at The Ritz-Carlton.

Great!

The only straight pencil-pusher in Moscow?

What do you want?

You need to take Irina's symptoms seriously.

I do take them seriously. Look at my face.

I take them very, extremely seriously.

Now, can you discharge her, please?

It's not in my power.

You sign for her and she walks! Right?

- It will take us several weeks. - We have a holiday booked!

Do you want to sit down?

No.

Your daughter isn't going anywhere for quite some time.

She's a very disturbed child.

Where is it?

I know you're in here somewhere.

Is this one of those moments we pretend never happened?

Ew! Who recycles boxer shorts?!

- Will you help me? - I don't know.

I mean, are you gonna tell me why you're in the bin?

'Cause I don't want to enable a mental health crisis.

I'm looking for my birthday cake.

You know, I could just give you money for a croissant.

Might be easier, bit more dignified.

I obviously don't want to eat it, Bear!

I'm... I'm trying to find the box it came in,

so I can see the bakery it was ordered from.

Right. Right. Got it.

Oh, my God! Oh!

I found it!

What's this really about, Eve?

Villanelle sent me that cake.

Oh, shit.

Jamie, what happened?

We got raided.

- By who? Who... who raided us? - The police.

Came with a warrant this morning.

Something about the Official Secrets Act.

Something about obtaining data illegally.

I don't know.

Colluding with foreign criminals on the dark web.

- Do we do that? - We don't not do that.

Does this mean I'm out of a job?

'Cause this is the only place I've ever worked where people

don't talk about me behind my back.

Yeah, that's what you think.

Honestly... I don't know what it means.

I just need a moment to process this.

No. No, you don't. We don't have time for this.

Bear, do you have your laptop? Get it out.

We've got work to do.

What are you gonna do?

Google "How to bring down a global crime syndicate"?

No! I'm gonna Google a bakery in North London.

Bear.

- Don't get involved, mate. - Why not?

It's not like I have a job anymore, so...

Well, I'm gonna start drinking.

This place is amazing.

Look what someone just gave me.

It's a shank made out of a toothbrush.

Don't take anything from anyone.

Don't make eye contact with anyone.

If someone tries to talk to you, walk away.

- What are you doing? - You're trying to talk to me.

Don't wander off.