Killing Eve (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - I'll Deal with Him Later - full transcript

I said it was probably a woman.

We think she's been operating

for two years across 10 countries.

She's highly skilled
and, as yet, untraceable

and, frankly, she's starting to show off.

Argh!

MAN:
Your fancy hairpin is all over the press.

Don't worry, I've got another one.

Wear it down.

Oh, my God! Somebody help me!

- You're fired.
- You're a dick-swab.



- Oi!
- Thank you, Bill.

No, I was gonna call you a dick-swab!

I'd love to buy you breakfast

at the Purple Penguin restaurant
by Charing Cross.

(Unloved, This Is The Time PLAYING)

(SONG PLAYING THROUGH EARPHONES)
This is the time.

To give you a reason.

This is the time to bare our souls.

This is the time
to tell you the real truth.

You know what I feel
is a whole other law

I have to say
that sometimes it hurt me

I have to tell you that often I cry

(MUSIC FADES)

(CELLPHONE SPEED DIALS)



(RINGING TONE)

(GASPING AND PANTING)

(IN BULGARIAN)

- I don't speak Bulgarian.
- I have children.

I have a family.
Please tell me what this is all about.

I can give you anything you want.

- I have money! Please!
- I want you to stand still.

(HE GRUNTS)

Sorry!

(PAINED GRUNT) (GUNSHOT)

(HE WHIMPERS)

(HE SOBS)

(TEARFULLY) Who are you?

Huge question.

Why are you doing this to me?

I have absolutely no idea.

(GUNSHOTS)

(EXPIRING BREATHS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(BORED SIGH)

(Cigarettes After Sex, K, PLAYING)

(SONG PLAYING)
I remember when I first noticed.

That you liked me back.

We were sitting down in the restaurant.

Waiting for the check.

- Carolyn?
- Eve. Hi.

- Oh, sorry, were you, um...
- Sit down.

- I was just...
- Oh, I know.

Sit down.

(HER LEG KNOCKS THE TABLE)
Sorry.

I'm not very good
at "How are you?", et cetera,

- so I'm just gonna dive in.
- Oh, sure.

- Y-You're from Connecticut?
- Oh, uh, yes.

Correct.

Well, I was born here,

but I moved there
when my parents separated.

And when my father died, I came back

and I basically married my dad.

No, I mean, he's not...
he's nothing like my...

He's much more, um, physical.

Around the house.

Um, I'm a little on edge.

Eve, you know when
something like this happens

and someone gets...

- Fired?
- Yes. Fired.

Their computer and hard drive get swept.

Oh, God.

They found this.

Oh.

EVE: Oh. (LAUGHS)

Oh, I thought you were
gonna pull out all the pictures

we took of Frank eating.
(CHUCKLES)

Did you compile this on your own?

Yes.

- No one asked you to do it?
- No.

- Has anyone else seen it?
- I mean... No.

- Why did you do this?
- Can I get a gin and tonic?

We don't open the bar in the mornings.

Two gin and tonics, please.

MAN: Yes, madam.

You seem to know
a lot about female assassins.

Yeah, well, I, um...

I used to study criminal psychology

and I was just interested
in what makes a per...

a woman able to... um...

I-It's not a... You know what,

I'm... I'm just a fan.

Why did you compile these specific cases?

Well, I, um...

Uh, I was... I was...
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Sorry.

- I was aware...
- Say it.

I believe there is a female assassin
operating internationally

and she's targeted
a number of influential people.

She doesn't have a signature,
but she certainly has style

and I don't know
who or what is behind her,

but I don't think she's slowing down

and just that interested me, I guess.

But also apparently makes me
a fantasist and a crackpot

and completely on my own.

And frankly,
I don't give a shit anymore.

EVE: She is outsmarting
the smartest of us

and for that she deserves to do or kill
whoever the hell she wants.

I mean, if she's not killing me,

then frankly it's not my job
to care anymore.

(SIGHS) Thank you.

Can I show you something?

(Unloved, After Dinner PLAYING)

I once saw a rat
drink from a can of Coke there.

Both hands.

Extraordinary.

There's rather
a hotchpotch of people here.

(ELECTRONIC BLEEP)

Excuse the smell.

What is this?

CAROLYN: Well, from what I can
gather from this morning,

it's your hunch all over my wall.

EVE: Did you do this?
CAROLYN: Sort of.

I have someone who keeps tabs

on anything that might
lend itself to the theory.

CAROLYN: No trace. No pattern.

But most importantly,
no one owning up to it

- and someone usually does.
- But is this not something

you're supposed
to be looking into officially?

I tried. But there was
a lack of enthusiasm for it

which could read two ways.

I'm a naturally suspicious person

and I have a budget to exercise that.

This is an unofficial,
official tap on the shoulder.

Aren't there more qualified people?

- I want you.
- Why?

Well, your research
clearly speaks for itself,

you're intuitive
and you make insane suggestions.

- Thank you.
- And you've been fired,

so no one cares about
what you do next.

I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Oh, thank you.

There's hardly any money,
there's no ladder.

You're completely deniable.

It's like I've walked into
the inside of my brain.

- And you want me to...
- Find her.

CAROLYN: She's on a payroll,
there's a pattern,

we just haven't worked it out yet.

But if we get her, it'll be a start.

(ENTRY BUZZER SOUNDS)

Oh, my God.

Sorry. There's just...
there's never anyone in here.

Kenny, this is Eve.

I'm hoping she'll be joining you.

Oh. Okay.

- Hi.
- Sorry about the smell.

CAROLYN: Kenny lives on the Internet.

He can find anything,
track anything, trace anything,

monitor anything or anyone.

Essentially, he's been
gathering the evidence.

I need people to put it together now.

People?

You can have two.

I'd recommend small ones.

(IN FRENCH)

I don't know the word in French.

Your eye is...

- Are you hurt?
- No.

- I like your trousers.
- Oh. Oh, thank you.

Yes, I made them myself.

My name is Sebastian.

VILLANELLE: Oh, hi.

Letting yourself into my apartment
and drinking from a tiny cup

doesn't make you intimidating, by the way.

It's just rude.

I'm not trying to intimidate you.

What happened to your eye?

I wanted it to match my jacket.

- Do you want a smoothie?
- No.

I want you to get assessed again.

London was... (BLENDER WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

meant to look like suicide.

- It didn't?
- So she slit her own throat?

- It happens.
- And killed four other people?

Slip of the hand?

Why are you being naughty?

I'm excited about my next one.

No.

No more targets until you are assessed.

But this one has asthma.

You know I like the breathy ones.

- Hm?
- No.

- Will it be Jerome?
- Yes.

I'll wear my chicken fillets, then.

They're things you put in your bra.

I know what they are.

(IN RUSSIAN)

Ooh.

She won't speak Russian anymore.

Oh.

Thank you for making
such an effort, Villanelle.

(CHUCKLES)

How do you feel about
the people who you work for?

I respect their privacy.

Do you have any interest in why
you are asked to do what you do?

There are concerns
about your state of mind.

Okay.

Have you been feeling any... anxieties

or stress recently?

I had quite a heavy period last week,

but other than that, I think I'm okay.

When was the last time you worked?

Yesterday.

Was it a successful mission?

Yes.
I shot him twice in the heart

and watched the spark
drain from his eyes.

- Did you talk to him?
- A little, mm.

He said he had children
and offered me money.

What did you feel
when he said those things?

Impatient.

What do you see in this picture?

Good legs.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

I'm sorry.

(BREAKS INTO LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHS) VILLANELLE: Your face!

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Aw.

She's fine.

Thank you.

No, wait.

I have one more.

So, Villanelle...

(IN RUSSIAN)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

That's not Anna.

Who is it?

It's my mother.

(CHUCKLES QUIETLY) I'm joking.

My mother had really thin, shitty hair.
(CHUCKLES)

Yes, I see what you mean.

Thank you, Villanelle.

But I won't sign you off.

What were you two doing in there?

We are doing you a favor.

The security is too tight anyway.

(SCOFFS) Come on!

I'm serious.

I've done three weeks' catering training.

(LAUGHS) No, you haven't.

Look, I have the little outfit.

You save it for your birthday party, then.

I want to do it.

You tell them that I'm fine.

You like Paris, huh? You like your life.

It's good to have someone
worried about you, huh?

And who worries about you?

I do.

- (CHUCKLES) No, you don't.
- (QUIETLY) I do.

No, you don't.

(EXHALES) (DISTANT SIREN)

And you wonder why
I'm worried about you?

(CHUCKLES)

Go home.

Do something normal.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MALE VOICE IN FRENCH ON RADIO)

(WOMAN LAUGHS ON RADIO)
(IMITATES LAUGHTER)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(TREADMILL POWERS DOWN)

(FEMALE VOICE FROM RADIO)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MAN AND WOMAN CONVERSE ON RADIO)

(PANTING)

Arnica. It is the best thing for bruises.

Thank you, Sebastian.

If you ever want to talk to anyone or...

I-I just wanted
to make sure you were alright.

What are you doing now?

- Um, right now?
- Mm.

Um, canceling all the plans I had.

Okay.

- Let's go out.
- Okay.

- What do you want to do?
- Something normal.

SEBASTIAN: What?
They cannot do that.

VILLANELLE: They have.
SEBASTIAN: No.

Go anyway. It's your job.
(LAUGHS)

- You are so passionate.
- Well, of course I am.

I'm an artist and I am upset.

Now, I don't know much about the...

- Perfume industry.
- Okay, but I know that

you cannot let people stand in your way.

You have to show ambition.

You have to...
you have to sell your perfume.

You have to prove the bastards wrong.

(STREET BAND PLAYS)

Here they are!
Oh, I'm so pleased they are here.

Now, do you like music?

I like national anthems.

(CHUCKLES) Why is that funny?

I don't know.
You're just, um... surprising.

Where did you come here from?

- Where did you come here from?
- Um, Spain.

To do a summer school
at the IFA, the design school,

um, get away for a bit, fall in love.

You know, all the reasons
people come to Paris.

Do you know her?

No.

I want to see your apartment.

(BANGING)
SEBASTIAN: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Please, slow down.

I'll be finished very soon.

I think I might...

Slow down! Please slow down!

Ahh! Slow...

Oh, my...

Oh...

Oh... (BREATHES RAPIDLY)

Did you?

Yes.

I am never going to hurt you.

(MOPED PASSES)

(BIRDSONG)

(DISTANT CLOCK CHIMES)

- Where are you going?
- Work.

Good. Good luck selling your perfume.

(Brigitte Bardot, Contact PLAYING)

Bonjour.

(VILLANELLE GIGGLES)

(SONG PLAYING) Une météorite
m'a transpercé le c ur.

Vous, sur la terre,
vous avez des docteurs.

Contact.

Contact.

This is unusual.

Ah. You just wait.

Oh, hold on.

Someone else coming?

You're kidding!

All I had to say was "Carolyn Martens."

Quitting is literally

everything I've been aiming for.

- I told you he'd do it.
- Okay, come on.

And please, be professional.

You asked her first?

Susa Maron,
found hanging in a ladies' toilet

- in a Japanese airport.
- Okay.

Boris Ivanovich, humanitarian aid.

Killed in his hotel bedroom in Budapest.

- Why a woman?
- He had 24-hour security

and the only people who entered
his room were hotel maids.

BILL: Okay.

Cesare Greco. Mafia.
Had recently and violently

taken over a drug cartel in Sicily.

Killed at his anniversary party in Tuscany.

Now, his wife said she saw a blonde woman

wearing one of her dresses.

And a kid said a blonde woman
was playing a game with him

in the same room where Greco was killed
with a hairpin moments later.

So witnesses saw a woman wearing a dress

and playing with children.
Very suspicious.

Sort of ignoring the hairpin thing there.

Okay. But neither wife or child

actually witnessed the kill, so...

No one witnessed any of the others either.

No, except for Kasia.

- Who was full-on murdered.
- Elena.

But didn't Kasia say
the killer was a brunette?

Oh, come on.
She would have disguised herself.

Or it's a different person.

Did Forensics find anything out
from the hospital kill?

One full profile, but no matches.

Okay. Any witnesses to that kill?

No.

Any witnesses from the hospital at all?

There was no one in the
corridor at the time

besides the security guards and the nurse.

Who were all killed.

So nothing to implicate the same woman.

Except that Kedrin was killed by a woman,

and the witness to that
kill was then murdered,

so it doesn't take a genius to put...

Can you give me
a single discernible motive

for one person to kill all these people?

Why don't you want to believe
they're all the same woman?

Because the moment any of us
want to believe anything,

we've undermined this entire investigation.

- We have to follow through...
BILL: I'm not denying your theory,

but you have to be open to the possibility
that what you have here

is a series of random attacks

that you are loosely
hanging together with a pretty ribbon.

Have you got something
you need to get off your chest, Bill?

You can't lead a team with assumptions.

It's not how it's done.

- Is there a bathroom here?
- I'll show you.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

What?

It's best that you bring in your own
or it just disappears.

How many sheets do you need?

I was gonna take the roll

and bring it back afterwards,
if that's okay.

Okay, sure.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Kenny, are you able to get
the names and photo IDs

of the nurses on duty
at the hospital that night?

In fact, all the female nurses
working at the hospital,

whether they were working
on Kasia's ward or not.

- Sure.
- Why?

There was a young woman, a nurse,

who left the bathroom before I did.

Maybe she could have seen... some...

- Where's Bill?
- He left in a sulk.

Oi!

Are you serious?

I have backed you for over 10 years,

now I'm asking you to see it
from my perspective for five minutes

and you literally run away?

I'm getting chocolate.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Your blood sugar's low?

Yeah.

Oh, good. Cos I thought you
were just being a monkey dick

about not being the boss.

I don't know what a monkey dick is.

- Ho-oh, yes, you do.
- Okay.

I'm sorry. I'm adapting.

(SCOFFS) Jesus!

But you're still not
considering overall motive.

- If we focus on her...
- What do we care about her?

She's the lackey.

You need to focus on who's running her.

- She's irrelevant.
- She's completely relevant.

We have to ask, what is her motive?

Either they have
something on her, controlling her,

or they're lavishing her with something...

Exactly. They. Who is the they?
It could be anyone.

That's the point.
It could be Mossad for all we know.

If it was someone with enemies,
they would have owned up to it.

Or been exposed for at least
one of these kills by now.

What are you saying?

There are no trails.

If they are random, then
fine, they're random.

But if they're not, that means
someone's plan is going really well.

These people are powerful and particular

and, so far, completely invisible.

Which means they're probably everywhere.

EVE: Our only visible contact is her.

And that is why we have to focus
on everything we know about her

in order to get to them.

And what do we know?

Her DNA isn't on file, there's no image.

She's young, smart, uh, fit.

She must speak multiple languages.

She brings a certain flair to her kills.

Hairpin was cool.

You know, either they trained her

or they found her. Either way,

I'd say she scores high
on the psychopathy scale.

And she probably killed
before she was paid to.

Well, that's a good start, then, isn't it?

Thank you.

Get me something with nuts in?

Yes, boss.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Kenny, what's your reach in terms of access
to medical and prison records?

No wall I can't scale.

EVE: Okay, I want you to search
for any young women

who have been detained,
hospitalized or whispered about

displaying violent or
psychopathic tendencies

between the ages of 16 and 45.

- Where?
- The world.

- That's insane.
- Wall too high?

- It would take me months.
- That's fine.

Elena, call Frank
and ask him for a drink tonight.

I want to know what
happened with that CCTV.

What? Oh, no. He'll think it's really weird

- and he'll never agree to it.
- Say it's a goodbye drink.

I want to know about that CCTV.

(SIGHS)

EVE: I just want to get a look at her.

Kenny, when do you think
I can get those hospital IDs by?

- This evening?
- Okay, great. Thanks.

Well, that was disturbingly easy.

Tragically, he's already at the pub.

Okay, good. Go, and we'll catch you up.

(GROANS)

ELENA: If he lunges, it's on your head.

EVE: If we find out what happened
to that CCTV, it'll be worth it.

(Unloved, I Could Tell You
But I'd Have To Kill You, PLAYING)

Bonjour, Claudie.

(CHUCKLES)

(MAN SHOUTS IN FRENCH)

(SONG PLAYING) I could tell

I could tell you

I could show

I could show you

I could tell

I could tell you.

But I'd have to kill...

(BELL RINGS)

(IN FRENCH)

(RIPPLE OF LAUGHTER) (APPLAUSE)

Tomas.

Stefanie.

Frances.

Marie.

(LAUGHTER)

(APPLAUSE)

(NEARBY VOICES) (CHUCKLES)

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANS)

(WHEEZES AND COUGHS)

(COUGHS)

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

(CONTINUES GASPING)

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

(COUGHS AND GASPS)

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

(THUD)

(WEAK WHEEZE)

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPING)

(CHUCKLES)

Bye-bye.

Hey, Frank!

- What a coincidence.
EVE: Small world.

Well, this is very uncomfortable.

Do you think you should find a new pub?

I just wanted to apologize
for calling you a dick-swab.

EVE: After you fired us.

And me, too.

Yeah, well,

there was really nothing I could do, so...

I know. It's fine, Frank, really.

Did you actually see the CCTV, mate?

- What CCTV?
- Yeah, what CCTV?

Of the Kedrin... assassin.

Did you set this up?

- No.
- No, I did.

I just want to be really clear
that I wasn't asking you out, out.

God, I'm a knob.

Did you think I was asking you out, out?

No! Of course not.

- I just thought...
- Oh, my God, Frank.

- No, I wasn't asking you out.
FRANK: No.

Do you want to know what I thought?

I thought one person might have thought,

maybe one person
might have asked me for a drink

after my wife bloody... died,
and I thought, yeah,

maybe you were that person,
that kind person.

Oh, Jesus, Frank. I'm sorry.

The fact that you're still asking
about all of this is ludicrous.

It's just that I spoke to the Vienna police

and they said there was no CCTV evidence

- attached to the case.
- Yes. Fine. Yes.

Because I made up the bloody CCTV.

Uh, why?

- Why?
- Because!

Because...

it was not your investigation.

And taking bets on people's killers,

very disrespectful to the dead.

You should have just been doing your job.

- So there was never any CCTV?
- No.

I was just sick of you

piping up with your theories

any time there was a sniff
of conspiracy in the air.

You tiresome think-bucket!

- BILL: Easy, mate.
- Sorry.

Sorry.

I have to go and get the kids.

Well, that'll be in a cab, then. Come on.

There you go. Mm-hm.

You know, what you both did today

was massively insensitive.

(MOUTHS)

ELENA: I'm only walking you
to the cab, alright?

God, I feel awful.

- Did you know about his wife?
- Mm-hm.

- You?
- Mm-hm.

- Oh, those poor kids.
- Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

EVE: Oh, nothing exciting.

Just, um, a hot yoga class.

I tidied the study.

(SHE HUMS)

You look like you've been
on holiday or something.

What do you mean?

Dunno.

You're sort of... glowing.

- Gosh!
- Mm. Lady of leisure.

Must be all the yoga.

I'm working for MI6.

(LAUGHS)

No, I was right about the assassin.

They want me to trace her.

Sounds dangerous.

I know.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yes. She's killing people.

NIKO: And that's why you want to do it?

You look exhausted.
Why don't you go up to bed?

EVE: We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Hm?

- Okay.
- Okay.

NIKO: Don't stay up too late.

(GRUNTS)

- I'm halving your allowance.
- I wouldn't recommend that.

- You disobeyed me.
- You lied to me.

- You said it was impossible.
SEBASTIAN: (KNOCKING) Hello?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm, uh, I'm her brother.

He has a condition.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm Sebastian.

I'm... I'm a friend of Julie.

Oh. Nice to meet you, then.

- How was the job?
- Oh, so good.

- Did she like your perfume?
- She loved it.

Can I smell it now?

Her boss was being a total bastard.

(LAUGHTER)

Oh, yeah. They always are.

Yeah.

Shall I come back later?

Shall I come back later?

Ah, thank you.

I will come to you.

(SNIFFS)

Are you wearing it now?

No.

Are you okay?

Do you want me to stay?

No, I'm okay.

Oh, I um... I got you a gift.

Thank you.

I'll, uh... I'll keep it warm.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You need to deal with him.

- He's my boyfriend.
- Ah, congratulations.

He has kind eyes.

Why did you lie to me?

There was no security.

I don't have to tell you.

- You just have to trust me.
- (LAUGHS) No,

you have to trust me.

Okay, we can fight.

But you will get tired

and I will get bored and you
don't like it when I'm bored.

If I kill you, they will just
send me another one.

I thought you worried about me.

You're so dramatic.

Tell me.

A woman in London

is leading a department just to find you.

No, it's not a good thing.

It's a closed operation.

And we don't know what they know,
but we are working on it.

We just need to be subtle at the moment.

- I can be subtle.
- Good.

Mm.

But it's going to be expensive.

- What's her name?
- Why?

(SHE EXHALES DEEPLY)

Eve Polastri.

Eve Polastri.

(CORK POPS)

We'll continue as usual.
Just be aware.

I'm always aware. (THUD)

Dealt with.

Oh, for...

(Le Marseillaise PLAYS)

(Le Marseillaise CONTINUES PLAYING)

(BUZZER)

Are you alright?

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CHUCKLES)

EVE: You too, huh?

- I couldn't sleep.
- Mm.

Staring into the abyss.

- No, I...
- What?

I think I've met her.

There's been another kill.

- You're late.
- I'm sorry.

Take off your clothes.

She's totally focused.

I'm going to Berlin,
following up on a lead. Hi. Eve.

- Have you ever fancied me?
- Uh...

I want you to watch her.
I need to know who she meets.

Is this...

I'm her...

- Angry uncle.
- Oh.

(THUD)

BILL: I'm on her tail.
We're moving through Cassiopeia.

Call me.
I don't want to lose eyes on her.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)