Killing Eve (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Don't I Know You? - full transcript

I believe there is

a female assassin
operating internationally,

and she's targeted
a number of influential people.

This one has asthma.

You know I like the breathy ones.

Bye-bye.

A woman in London is leading
that apartment just to find you.

Excuse the smell.

What is this?

- What's her name?
- Eve Polastri.

There was a young woman, a nurse,



who left the bathroom before I did.

I think I've met her.

Her hair is dark blonde, maybe honey.

It was tied back.

Uh, she was slim, about 25, 26.

She had very delicate features.

Her eyes are sort of cat-like.
Wide, but alert.

Her lips are full,

she has a long neck,

high cheek bones.

Skin is smooth and bright.

She had a lost look in her eye

that was both direct and also chilling.

She's totally focused,



yet almost entirely inaccessible.

Uh...

So, is that like a square face
or an oval face?

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bespoke hospital services
for recreational purposes only

and is not liable for damages
for any of the following.

Infection, blood-loss,
accidental mutilation or death.

All procedures
at the client's own risk.

Uh, I'm afraid Hortense
was called out unexpectedly.

There is a cover nurse today.

Oh. It's just, um...

- Yes?
- It's my birthday.

Hortense said she would
be doing something special.

Happy birthday.
I'll see what we can do.

Oh... Thank you.

Oh. Can I confirm that
"Fruhstuck" is your safe word?

First time.

You'll be fine. They're really nice.

Oh, I hope not!

You're late.

- I'm sorry. I had to...
- Take off your clothes.

I see you are a regular here at Hot Medica.

It says here that last time you
received a vigorous scrotal massage.

Yes, but... Did Hortense
tell you it was my birthday?

- Oh. You think you are special?
- Mmm-mmm.

You think you deserve special treatment?

Mmm-mmm.

Okay.

Nobody gets special treatment.

Cold?

Mmm! Ah!

Fruhstuck! Fruhstuck!

Fruhstuck!

Safe word! You have to stop!

What are you doing?

Please!

Look at me. Look at me.

Is she laying out of her ass?

I think it's, uh, general muck.

Is your job full-time?

- Yeah. Uh, can we still eat it?
- I think so.

- And some late nights?
- Um, yep.

I'm gonna google if we can eat it.

Is it at Vauxhall Cross?

Uh, no. It's at a private location.

- It's off the books, so...
- Is it safe?

It says it should be okay,
but definitely sniff it first.

And the job?

Oh, yes. It's just gathering

and analyzing information
about someone. It's not...

You know, I don't think we should eat it.

Risky?

- Yeah.
- Is the job risky?

Oh. It's about as dangerous
as eating that egg would be.

You just said the egg was too risky!

No, no. Wait, no.

I mean, the worst that could happen

is I would get the shits at my computer

because of a bad sandwich.

You seem happy.

I'm just glad I have a job.

All chickens lay eggs
out of their arsehole.

I love how you say that.

- Arsehole.
- Oh. Say it again.

Arsehole.

She had an induced asthma attack
at a political fundraiser.

She was the primary donor.

Yes, I read about it this morning.

Let me guess.
You think it was a woman.

Well, she was found in the ladies.

So yes, she's going on the wall, you ass.

Oh, hello.

Childcare emergency.

Oh, that's fine.

Oh, thanks.

Never have a baby in your 60s.

Don't follow behind.
She's farted. It's horrendous.

Oh, God.

You're beautiful, but stinking!

Oh, great.
The e-fit has come through.

We have some news.

Uh, what's happened?

- There's been another kill.
- Ah, yes. Carla de Mann.

I've already asked Kenny
to put her case up on...

No?

His name is Zhang Wu.

He was a Chinese colonel visiting Berlin.

Heads up cyber warfare.

In other words,
he's a hacker for the Chinese military.

Murdered during a very specific

fetish thing, where he...

He liked having small surgical operations

performed on his body
and having his balls clamped.

He was a regular there.

Thanks.

Suspect a Caucasian woman in her mid-20s,

claimed she was covering
for the other surgeon girl.

- Fetish nurse.
- Thank you.

- Witnesses?
- One.

The receptionist signed her in as a temp.

Okay, let's send the e-fit
image of her to Berlin

and get her identified.

Why are you all being weird?

She gave a name at the desk.

Okay.

She said her name was Eve Polastri.

Jesus.

Do you smoke?

Uh, no.

Nor do I. Shame.

Now would be good.

Yeah.

Please don't take me off the team.

I can't take you off a team
that doesn't exist.

Your actions are your own.

What do you want to do?

Bill, you're coming with me.

Take Elena.

Traveling makes my dandruff flare up.

Yes, take Elena!

I don't think Elena should go.

I need your German,

your experience, your Berlin contacts.

This is my first chance
to investigate this woman for real.

I need you.

Oh, you're too sweet.

If there was ever a
reason to join this team,

it was to get back into the field.

It's one trip, Bill. Huh? One trip.

Oh, God, I'm going to die, aren't I?

Hmm? Daddy's going to die, isn't he?

Oh, come on.

It's not like she's gonna still be there.

I'm joking.

I haven't done anything like this before.

Me neither.

- Take your hair down.
- Oh.

Okay. It's a bit... I didn't wash it.

My husband thinks I'm with
the tour group for another hour, so...

- I love your accent.
- Thank you.

What are you doing in Berlin?

I'm, uh, just killing time
until my friends turn up.

You are so sexy.

Oh, my.

- What are we doing?
- I don't know!

- No, no. Keep your coat on.
- Oh.

- Keep your bag on your shoulder.
- Oh. Are we not...

- Your clothes are too nice.
- Oh.

I'm going to call you Eve, okay?

Um, okay. Why?

It's just a little, uh,
biblical fantasy thing.

Um, okay.

Do you want me to call you Adam?

No, no. That's... That's okay.

- You ready?
- Oh, God! Okay.

Now I am going to hide
and you are going to find me.

You leaving me?

Oh, Jesus.

What is wrong with you?

I thought you had
a parent's evening tonight.

I did, but I lied and
said they were all angels

so I could come home and do this.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

You need a hand?

Yes, please.
I think it's mated with the wardrobe.

Oh.

You're so strong.

All that maths.

Are you?

- What?
- Leaving me?

Oh, my God. Yeah.

I'm leaving you. I'm sorry.

You're just too energy efficient.

I'm going to Berlin.
Following up a lead there.

It'll only be a couple of days.

Okay.

Are you annoyed?

No.

Label your suitcase.

You don't want to lose another one.

That was not my fault.

Are you okay?

Yes, of course.

Label it.

I will.

This whole thing
is such a pain in the ass.

I know, you hate
your new job, don't you?

I hate it.

Hmm?

Now, the most likely people
to assassinate a Chinese leader

with a penchant for fetish

- are the Chinese.
- The Chinese, I know.

I wanna find out
who's been looking into it here.

Why do you think she used your name?

I don't know.

Let me get it. Let me get it. I got it.

Bill!

Hi. Eve.

Weber. Nice to meet you.

Thank you so much for getting us access.

Anything for this old tart.

No, no, no. Put it down. Put it down.

- Why?
- Chivalry.

Since when?

Danke schoen.

This way, please.

What can you tell me
about the nurse with my name?

Sadly, very little.
She just disappeared.

And the victim, Zhang Wu?

He was lying here,

and he was poisoned
with carbon monoxide,

and his balls were, um...
I don't know the word.

- "Clamped."
- "Clamped"?

Clamped. Ja. That sounds right.

Any other exits?

Nope. She went out the front door.

Oh.

All their clients use fake names and cash,

so we can't get any more witness accounts.

I imagine the clientele
aren't keen on CCTV here.

Can we see the autopsy report?

Jin, the eccentric Chinese attache,

ordered a second opinion.

Why?

I assume the Chinese government
weren't happy with the first,

but you'd have to ask him.

How can I get hold of Jin?

I'll give you his email,
but he never replies.

Your best bet is the morgue, really.

Sorry. It's a nice one though.

Bit like the glitter morgue
in Charlottenburg, Bill.

Yeah. I get you his email. Hold on.

Sounds like the Chinese
are trying to bury this case.

Let's just get some lunch
and email the attache.

There's a limit to what...

You know what?
I'm gonna try something.

You know what, can you watch this?

Okay.

Kenny, if I give you
someone's email address,

can you find out where they might be now?

If their diary is connected, yes.

Great. I'm sending it to you.

Of course, Bill. See you later.

Okay.

- Thanks so much, Weber.
- No problem.

Later?

He's going to send
the e-fit to the receptionist.

Oh, great. Uh, Kenny's finding Jin for us.

And as for you...

Charlottenburg?

Yeah.

I got his mobile from his email.

Sending his precise location now.

- That's so creepy.
- I know, sorry.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Where's my bag?

- What?
- Are you serious?

Niko's gonna have a field day about this.

Bill, I asked you to watch the bag...

Yeah, yeah.

What?

Aw...

Poor baby.

Ugh.

I thought I could smell something.

Sorry, are you having
a nice little holiday here?

Are you?

I booked you in for one night.

So? I like Berlin.

- Have you been before?
- Yes.

Have you seen the Wall?

- Yes.
- The Jewish Museum?

- Listen.
- That is massively poignant.

I have a job for you.

Off the record.

The woman, Eve Polasi...

- Polastri.
- Polastri.

She's here.

She's investigating your work.

Did you see where I did it?

Very cute, yes.

These don't look like you.

Why are you so worried?

- Aren't you?
- No!

I don't even think about her.

Why does she think it was you?

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

This is me asking you.

Not them, okay?

Just watch her.

Promise you won't be naughty.

I promise I won't be naughty.

Oh. Sorry, they gave me
the key downstairs...

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Oh. Is this part of...

- Hi, my name is...
- Uh, this is my friend.

Her name is Pamela.

- Hi, Pamela. I'm her...
- Angry uncle.

Oh.

Find out what they're doing.

Find out who they're meeting.

Don't do anything stupid.

Wow! He was really good.

- Are these for me?
- Oh, yeah.

- I'm really sorry.
- Mmm.

Forget it. I hate all my clothes.

Niko's gonna slay me, though.

Oh, plus, the green scarf
he gave me is in it. Damn it.

I did you a favor then.

Oh. Okay. Come on.

Jin?

Sorry, friends. I don't know
anything about Colonel Zhang.

My name is Eve Polastri.

Strange coincidence
about your name.

- Yeah.
- Bit creepy.

Weber, er, mentioned a second autopsy?

Why would you need one?

Yeah, that's just come through.

Can we see it?

After you've been vetted.

- When will that be?
- The usual.

- Six months or so.
- Six months?

It's in your interests to cooperate.

Listen, your colleague was targeted...

I'm joking!

I was joking!

I'll get it for you.

What do you know about this guy?

Internally the guy was
known as "Fat Panda,"

which is a little racist.

Fattist, come to that.

But I hear he started it so,
you know, we went along.

He was based in China,
but over here in Berlin a lot.

He was popular, good leader, nice man.

His death has shocked a lot of people.

Who do you think murdered him?

Spoiler alert.
The new autopsy report says

he died of a heart attack.

- Wait... What?
- Doesn't that sound better?

The nurse who was supposed
to be on duty was drugged.

This was a blatant assassination.
And by the operative I'm looking for.

And as the Chinese attache,

I am saying it was a heart attack.

Listen,
the Chinese government are freaking out.

It's a PR nightmare.

This story cannot exist.

What's the Chinese story?

The new autopsy concludes
that he took the initiative himself

when the covering nurse left the room,

working the forceps
to experience a shock of pain

that triggered a cardiac arrest.

Not my thing.

- Not his, either.
- Why? He's a masochist.

Look, kinks are totally specific.

It's not just about pain, it's a contract.

It's about someone
else taking control.

A "spankophile" wouldn't just
spank himself, would he?

I mean, what would be the point in that?

I'm afraid we have run out of time.

- Wait.
- Maybe Miss Polastri

would like to join me for dinner tonight?

Perhaps we could
continue this conversation then.

I might have something
you could extract from me.

He wants to have sex with you.

- Don't.
- He wants to fondle you.

Only because you got him
all hot with the kink stuff.

It's an important distinction.

That you know so much about because...

I lived here for eight years.

And?

I said yes to everything for five of them.

Dark horse, aren't I?

I'm going to report your bag.

You get yourself
something nice to wear tonight.

I'm gonna take you out after your dinner.

Uh, shall I pick up some fetish gear?

Only if they have rubber chaps.

Ugh! Just talk.

Okay, Jin Yeong is a big deal
within Chinese Intelligence.

He has three PhDs and a massive brain.

Carolyn says
if he claims he has something,

he will have something.

Is he patriotic?

Nothing to imply he isn't.

- Any scandals?
- 'Fraid not.

Carolyn says to play his game,

however gross.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, wait.

This is a nightmare.

Do you want any other sizes, madam?

Uh, no. Thank you. Danke.

Are you shopping?

Hey, you know what,
my suitcase was stolen,

so I have to.

God, you know when an outfit
is missing something,

but you don't know what?

- If in doubt, don't go out.
- So useful. Thank you. Bye.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Hmm.

Oh, hey. Hi, darling.

I'm so sorry I didn't call before.

I was just...

Hey, darling.

What's going on?

- Er...
- Hi!

Oh, hi! Oh, guys, hi!

Oh, my God, I'm...
I'm so sorry I can't be there.

I had this last-minute work thing.

- More for us!
- Niko is smashing it!

Oh, fantastic.

Just give me one minute.

Hey!

Oh, God, why didn't you remind me?

I didn't want to stress you out
about your work thing.

But we could have rescheduled.

It's been in the diary for months.

But... Okay.

Oh, what's that?

Oh, uh... A dress.

I didn't have the right
clothes for tonight.

For Bill?

No, for a contact here.

He wanted to go someplace fancy.

Apparently,
I have to make an impression.

You'll look gorgeous.

I doubt that.

Well, you go back to the gang.

Tell them I'm sorry I can't be there.
I'm just...

Saving the world.

Yeah, well...

You guys have fun.

Is that Bill?

Uh, yeah.

Say hi from me.

I will.

Good night.

Night.

- Room service.
- Coming.

Coming, coming.

Ugh.

Thank you.

Tell them
I'm sorry I can't be there. I'm just...

Saving the world.

Yeah, well...

You guys have fun.

Is that Bill?

Uh, yeah.

Say hi from me.

You guys have fun.

Is that Bill?

Uh, yeah.

Say hi from me.

I will. Cood night.

You can't wear a bra with that dress.

Whip it off.
This is an important meeting.

Oh, and important meetings
require women to go braless?

No, dresses like that
require women to go braless.

A monkey could tell you that.

If he has something,
you have to get it out of him.

Oh, please.

I haven't flirted since the late '90s.

- How's Niko?
- I think he's jealous.

Which I like, but also find annoying.

Jealous of me?

Gosh. What does he think I'm doing here?

Skulking to your hotel room
and convincing you to take your bra off?

Have you ever fancied me?

Uh...

No.

Hmm.

- You, me?
- No.

Hmm.

Well, that's a relief.

So, tell me what happened
in Charlottenburg.

Everything happened.

- Men?
- Yes.

Were you gay?

Uh... I just fall in love with
whoever I fall in love with.

How many men
have you been in love with?

- Hundreds.
- Does Keiko know?

She's got her own thing going on.

So you guys...

Well... I really wanted a baby

and she was rich and ovulating, so...

But you're the perfect couple.

We're a good team.

Wow.

Bill.

Do you want to hear
something really freaky?

What?

The conditions have to be just right,

but sometimes...

We have sex.

- You dirty perverts.
- I know.

You ever been interested in women?

Uh, no. Not like that.

Not even ones with delicate features,

sort of cat-like eyes

that are completely inaccessible?

That is horribly unprofessional.

Do you wanna hear about her tits?

- I knew it!
- I'm joking!

- I knew it!
- Oh, come on!

Let's go, I'm ready.

What are you going to do?

I'll find a bar near the restaurant.

I'll call you at 9:00 to give you an out.

Of course I fancy you.
You're gorgeous.

Oh, stop it!

Oh, uh, walk me to the train.

I can't believe
I'm letting you out unsupervised.

Speak for yourself.

Next train. Three stops.
I'll call you at 9:00.

You better. Thank you.

- Wow, wow, wow.
- Hi.

You look crazy.

- Thank you.
- Sit, sit, sit. Please sit.

Listen, I am going to be
very up front here, Jin.

- I don't want...
- I have a lovely Chablis.

Thank you.

Gorgeous, gorgeous.

I also got you a little, tiny, lovely gift.

Um...

Why did you want to see me, Jin?
What do you know?

Okay.

This information might
make you, uh, uncomfortable.

You have a bit of tissue
stuck under your armpit.

Come on, that was funny!

Did you think I was
gonna give you everything

before a proper glass of wine?

Come on!

Try some!

Take it, go on!

Do you actually have
any more information for me?

I'm not here to entertain you,
I have a lot of work to do,

I'm not wearing a bra

and frankly, I just want to go home.

Are you flirting with me?

Oh, thank God. I have to get this.

Okay, okay, don't, don't.
Okay, sorry, sorry. Jeez.

I'm just playing, okay?

Okay. You guessed right,

my government fiddled
with the facts, because sex.

But I guarantee, we didn't do it.

And unless I really
want to piss off my superiors,

I can't take this much further.

You, on the other hand...

What I tell you, you never repeat, okay?

I may have gone as crazy as you,

but I think a girl was
trailing you at the U-Bahn.

I'm now following her.
Call Weber, will you?

I'm on her tail,
we are moving into Cassiopeia.

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

Stop.

Last week, Fat Panda
hacked into the account

of an agent of the Chinese Intelligence.

An organization
has been paying him millions.

We don't know what for,
but a week later,

both Fat Panda
and the agent were dead.

Okay.

What is that?

You might have a little creature yourself.

Think of this as a friendly,
little mole trap.

I'm in a club called Funkeln.

She's here somewhere, but I've lost her.

Excuse me one second.

Do you like chocolate mousse?

Hold on, Jin.

Thank you, thank you, but I have to go.

Hey! You break my heart!

Let me know if you change
your mind about the sauna.

Uh-huh.

Emergency. Let me in, please.

Scheisse.

Hey, hey!

Bill!

Bill?

No! No!

Bill!

No!

No! No, no, no!

Bill!

Bill!

It's not good that
she knows where you live.

- I want you out of this.
- Get out!

Villanelle.

I don't think I can trust you anymore.

You won't work alone again.

Who is the target?

We're here to kill a member
of the British intelligence Services.

Oh, my God.

I wanna kill her with my bare hands.

I give the orders.

Hmm. Darlings. We got a name.

Good afternoon.