Killing Eve (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Meetings Have Biscuits - full transcript

KONSTANTIN: Eve - she is alive.
It's not possible.

Poor Kenny.

I can't let people know
I'm looking into things.

EVE: I have Kenny's phone.

We just guessed it was you.
What?!

VILLANELLE: They are making me
a Keeper.

They want you to work
WITH somebody first.

(HONKS BICYCLE HORN)
BOTH: Bonjour!

DASHA: Management is not easy.

It's watching someone
do job worse than you.

I deserve more - more than you.



JAMIE: What was Kenny working on
before he died?

EVE: There's a thumb drive.
The police have it.

I need to know what happened -

who killed him.

(SINGLE PIANO NOTE PLAYS REPEATEDLY)

(PIANO NOTE GROWS LOUDER)

(TUNING FORK CHIMES)

(PLAYS NOTE)

(PLAYS NOTE)

(PLAYS NOTE)

(DISCORDANT, UNSETTLING PIANO MUSIC)

(THUD)

(LOUD DISCORD ECHOES)

(BABY CRIES ON MONITOR)



WOMAN: (SINGS ON MONITOR)
# A la nanita nana

# Nanita ella, nanita ella

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING ON MONITOR)
# Mi nina tiene sueno

# Bendito sea, bendito, sea... #

(SWITCHES MONITOR OFF)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)
# A la nanita nana

# Nanita ella, nanita ella

# Mi nina tiene sueno

# Bendito sea... #

Ay, dios mio. Dios mio, no.

No, no, bebe.

No.

No, no, no, no, no! Bebe, no, por
favor. Por favor, bebe, no, no...

(GASPS)

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

No! Bebe, no! Bebe, no, por favor!

Te lo ruego! Te lo pido, por fa...

No... (MUTTERS)

(WEEPS)

No, no, no, no, no!
Bebe, no, por favor!

Te lo pido! No, no!

(SOBS) No!
You really like that baby, huh?

It's not even yours.

(GASPS)

('CALOR' BY CONCHITA VELASCO PLAYS)

# Que calor en la ciudad

(BABY CRIES)
# Que calor, que calor

# Es imposible de aguantar

# Que calor, que calor

# La ropa llega a molestar

# Que calor, que calor

# Que lindo debe estar el mar

# Que calor, que calor

# Ay! #

CAROLYN: And what about
the coroner's report?

There's no signs of a struggle.

No evidence of asphyxiation
or internal injury.

Basically, he was absolutely fine
until he...

..hit the ground.
May I?

So...

..the head of the MPS
is still saying it's suicide,

despite the lack of note
or motivation.

That is reassuring.

It'd be really unsettling
if he actually got something right.

EVE: Geraldine said
I could come straight in...

Oh.

Wow!

Oh, get over it, Eve.

I have all my best thoughts
in the bath.

If Mo can manage, you can.

I haven't looked up in 10 minutes.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Did you get Kenny's thumb drive back
from the police?

At quite a cost, yes.
I'd rather not know.

Oh, I'll... I'll meet you downstairs.
JAMIE: Oh!

Who's that?

Our Bitter Pill representative.

I invited him.

Before I knew this meeting
was in a bathroom.

(EVE CLOSES DOOR)
(RATTLES ICE)

Mo, would you just pass me a towel?

So, we have the burner phone
and the thumb drive.

What else do we have to go on?

Excellent. Good meeting.

Meetings have biscuits.

You can have a biscuit when you
tell me what the point of you is.

Planning on analysing those
yourself, then, are you?

I think the world's foremost
intelligence agency MIGHT handle it.

What, that public school,
what-ho-ing, old boy's network?

I don't think a beer fridge
and a beanbag breakout area

gives you any great insight
into global politics.

That's...
Enough, OK? Enough!

Carolyn, you and Mo take the phone,
we'll take the...

..thumb thingy.

'Cause you know what we do
from now on? We share.

GERALDINE: Wow.

That is literally the most parenting
this household has ever seen.

(BABY GRIZZLES)

DASHA: So, you thought
this was good idea?

I'm practising my characters,
like you told me.

Young mother and baby... and Grandma.

What got into you? You have been
unfocused and manic for days.

I'm just having some fun.

(BABY CRIES)

Stop that. I don't like it.

(GRIZZLES)

You would think,
after your last managerial disaster,

you would learn
to keep your head down.

It is not my fault he was an idiot.

I keep telling them to look harder
for good recruits.

But what can you do?

(THUD)
Eh...

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)
You think that's funny?!

(GASPS AND LAUGHS)

I'll show you what's funny.

You come with me,
because I've had enough.

(BABY CRIES)

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Now, that is funny. (LAUGHS)

You want to amuse yourself,
go crazy.

But I will not have you
put both of our futures at risk.

I'm the one doing all the work.
You think handling you isn't work?

Why you think no-one else
is prepared to do it?

(BABY CRIES)
Bad pension scheme?

You should get your act together.
You know? Jobs will get tougher.

And they will not let you
get away with being sloppy.

Sloppy? Hmm...

(BABY CRIES)

No.

"No"? What do you mean, "No"?
It's too soon.

I have to prepare.

I'm not ready. How about that?
(SIREN WAILS)

Not ready for London?

All you need is anorak
and face like cheese.

(DISTRESSED SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

You're right.

You're right. I know what I'm doing.

I can handle this.

(DISTRESSED SHOUTING
IN SPANISH CONTINUES)

(BABY CRIES)

This is bank stuff.

Financial data.

Oh, he said something
about accounts.

Damn it. What was it?

(PACKET RUSTLES)

Do you want one?

What? Oh... No, I... No.

Once I pop, I just can't stop.

You can.
It's just about self-control.

But I don't have any self-control.

All these are different accounts,
in different locations.

One of them must have
meant something to Kenny.

That one is different.

Mm.

R-U-R'.

Code, maybe?

It is. Where's, um...?
Where's that Rubik's Cube?

The only way I can solve this
is by taking off all the stickers.

No, we don't need to solve it.
It's cube notation.

He's told us what to do.

OK, um, turn it

right face, 90 degrees clockwise.

Is that supposed to
mean something to me?

No.

OK. Uh, U.

Upwards, 90 degrees.

R'.
Right face, anti-clockwise.

U2.

And F'.

That's it.

"Shh..nap."

"Shnap".

Panda.

Kenny named the account 'Panda'.

Kenny and I were looking into
an international organi...

OK, but before I go on,
you have to understand

that once I tell you about them,
your lives are in danger.

Then don't tell us...
They're called The Twelve.

And they've infiltrated
governments and organisations

all over the world.

We don't know what their endgame is

but we do know
they've been responsible for

a significant number of
international murders.

OK, now, Fat Panda
was a Chinese intelligence officer

killed in Berlin.

He was tracking a double agent
for The Twelve

who was being paid
from a bank account in...

..the Cayman Islands.

Right.

The double agent was an MI5 officer
named Frank Haleton.

What happened to Frank?

He lost his knob...

..and his life.

In that order?

Well, The Twelve wanted a hit on him
but the... (CHUCKLES)

..but the assassin was...

..she had a flair for...
She?

The account went dormant
after Frank's death

but Kenny found it was active again.

Three bank transfers
in the last two months,

totalling just over
six million euros.

And the remaining balance
moved to an account in Geneva.

So, who owns the Geneva account?

We don't know.

We need someone who can get into
some very classified banking info.

Yes, we do.

No, we do not go to them.

Yes, we do.

The thing is we can't
trace the account.

Well, yeah. You don't set up an
account in Geneva for transparency.

But you could trace it, right?

I thought you were looking into the
phone. That was the deal, wasn't it?

Or did Charlie Big Potatoes
change his mind

because he didn't get a Hobnob.

Come on. We're in this together.
Are we?

Because no-one else
is having to work at MI6

whilst moonlighting for Carolyn,

and now you want me to trace...

Did you take this job,
thinking it would be easier?

If you did, quit now,
'cause it's only getting tougher.

I'll see what I can do.

Great.

Oh, and, uh...

That's who we think has been
on their hit-list so far.

You know, I've been going through

the MI6 case files
you and Kenny worked on.

You really should have some kind of
protection. You know that, right?

Do you have any idea what happens to
people who are protected by MI6?

What?

(LAUGHING) It's not good.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Charles Kruger.
It's me.

Who's me?
Just let me in.

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)

Na zdorovie.

Ah!

Look at us, Kostya. We're old.

The kids are all grown up.

I'm going to see my son's graduation
next month.

This modern dance
is... is so visceral!

Have you ever
locked and popped, Kostya?

(CHUCKLES) No! You'd, uh,
displace a hip these days.

Hey? (CHUCKLES) Wouldn't you?

You wanted to see me.

Yeah.

Um...

Somebody's been siphoning money
from the Geneva account.

I managed to retrieve what's left

but a pretty sizeable chunk's
been taken.

How much has gone?

Uh, six million, in total.

Whew!

Do you know who?
No.

Not yet. But I will find
the person responsible.

I'll make some calls,
see what I can find.

Uh, the money, Konstantin.

I... I prefer the money.

If you could...

..tide me over.

You know, just buys me some time
till I find the scoundrel.

OK.
(EXHALES) Thank you.

Thank you.

How's Irina these days?
Still a little shit?

She's like a little shit
taking a shit on a big shit.

Three shit combined into
one enormous shit.

That's wonderful! (LAUGHS)

Kids!

Kids...

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(BRAKES SQUEAK, ENGINE IDLES)

VILLANELLE: I want to smell powerful.

I want to make people gag with it.

Can you do that for me?

Well...

..we have some lovely floral
fragrances for ladies over here.

The iris, in particular,
is a very powerful...

Maybe I should describe to you
what I'm thinking.

Let me get a pen.

Hmm.

I want to smell like
a Roman centurion...

..who's coming across an old foe...

..who, in battle, once...

..hurt him greatly.

Oh, but since then,
the Roman centurion has become...

..Emperor...

..and is now powerful beyond measure.

Maybe something more woody.

Mm.

GERALDINE: I think it's wonderful
you're letting people in.

We all need intimacy in our lives.

Even people who keep secrets
for a living.

Nonsense - there are monks in China

who go years without seeing
another human being.

They probably have
different kind of...

Emily Bronte -
hardly left the house.

Mum...

..I'm proud of you
for trying something new.

Dating is scary, but...

..pushing ourselves out of
our comfort zones is how we grow.

You know what's scary, Geraldine,

is how much I regret
telling you it's a date.

I'm so happy
you're doing something for you.

Kenny would be too.

(EARRING CLATTERS)
He always wanted you to meet some...

Here, let me...

No, it's better without it.

And don't talk about Stalin.

He's strictly third date.

('ENFARTE MUSICAL'
BY ANILZA LEONI PLAYS)

(RAUCOUS CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Another drink while you wait, madam?

No, thank you, Tom.

I think there comes a time

when one must admit... defeat.

('ENFARTE MUSICAL' CONTINUES)

Henrik?

Carolyn!

(GASPS)

Wha...

Mwah.

Sorry.

(LAUGHS)

How incredible!

I adore a coincidence!

It makes me feel
I'm in the right place.

It must be, what 20 years?

Yeah.

Yeah, 21, it must be.

1999's the year I got divorced.

Oh, yes.
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

For the first time.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Well...
Yeah.

If it makes you feel any better,
I've just had the novel experience

of being stood up.

No... What?!

Surely... You?!

Don't worry. I'll have him killed.

(LAUGHS)

Listen, you, um...

Do you want to get something to eat?

(LAUGHTER)

What about your charming friends?

Hmm?

They disgust me. Come on.

Come on. What do you fancy?
Seafood?

Oh... (LAUGHS)
Steak? No?

There is one thing...

('ENFARTE MUSICAL' CONCLUDES)

I must say, the years
have been good to you, Henrik.

Yeah.

Terrible lifestyle... suits me, hmm?

(BOTH LAUGH)

So, Geneva's still
treating you well?

What, the bank?!

I-I... Don't get me started.

No, do go on.

There's nothing I enjoy more than
some salacious financial gossip.

(SIREN WAILS)

(CAROLYN GROANS)
Is she OK?

The official line is migraine.

I'm having an aura, Eve.

It's probably stress-related.

You know a great cure for that?

Paracetamol.

Did you find out
who owns the account?

Yes.

It's a 92-year-old
sugar-beet farmer in East Anglia.

MO: Who died nine years ago.

The real owner... is this guy.

Charles Kruger.

Born Sergei Korchmarev
in East Berlin.

CAROLYN: And who was
very gorgeous in his day.

Oh, another one of
your Cold War boyfriends, Carolyn?

Don't be ridiculous, Eve.
We barely had a night together.

Yeah, we get it.
You had a great time in the '80s.

So, Korchmarev disappeared
from Russia around 1989,

eventually showing up in London

and presenting himself as
amiable accountant Charles Kruger.

Do you think he could actually be
the accountant for The Twelve?

I'm thinking he's definitely worth
a visit to Kensington.

I'll head right there.
And do what?

Wait in the car with a bottle of pop
and a bag of crisps?

Be hard enough
to get him to talk to me.

He's definitely not gonna talk to
somebody he doesn't know.

Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.

I know how he operates, Eve.

No, I mean...

..this is different, remember?

I'm gonna have a shower.

Oh, God...

Oh...

First Henrik, then Sergei.

It's not fun, Eve,

using people you once loved.

It's all rather painful, really.

Do you believe a word of that?

No, I think she loves it.

(TOY LAUGHS EVILLY)

('TEDDY BEARS PICNIC' PLAYS)

(CHILD CRIES)
# If you go down in the woods today

# You're sure of a big surprise
(CHILD SQUEALS AND LAUGHS)

# If you go down in the woods today

# You'd better go in disguise

# For every bear that ever there was

# Will gather there
for certain, because

# Today's the day the teddy bears
have their picnic... #

(TOY SQUEAKS)

Would you like to make
a talking bear?

(TOY LAUGHS EVILLY)

(CHILD SCREAMS AND CRIES)

This place is psychopathic.

(MUSIC AND LAUGHTER FADES)

(TOY SQUEAKS)

(MONITOR CHIMES)

I should have shot you in the head.

(MONITOR CHIMES)

(ON RECORDING) I should
have shot you in the head.

(SCOFFS)

(MONITOR CHIMES)

I should have shot you in the head
and watched you die.

(MONITOR CHIMES)

(ON RECORDING) I should have shot you
in the head and watched you die.

(MONITOR CHIMES)

I can't stop thinking about you.

(DOOR OPENS)

WOMAN: Eve?

Oh, Valerie, hi.

Can I be of help?
No. I'm just waiting for Niko.

He discharged himself.

What?!

Last week.

He was actually doing very well.

Uh, did he... leave me a note or...

..a forwarding address?

I'm afraid I can't...
Valerie...

I'm his wife.

He did say something about Poland.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHATTER FADES)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIREN WAILS, TRAFFIC ROARS)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE KEYPAD CLICKS)

Hi, Eve.

(ROARS)

Eve!

(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)

I'm not here for you.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(ROARS)

(GASPS)

Smell me, Eve.

What do I smell of to you?

('THIS STRANGE EFFECT' PLAYS)

# You've got this strange effect
on me

# And I like it

# You've got... #

(ROARS)

# This strange effect on me

(WINCES)

# And I like it... #

(BELL ON BUS DINGS)
Oh...

(PANTS)

# You make my world seem right

# You make my darkness bright

# Oh, yes,

# You've got this strange effect
on me

# And I like it

(EXHALES)

# And I like it

# And I like the way you kiss me

# Don't know if I should

# But this feeling
is love and I know it

# That's why I feel good... #

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

I don't want to talk about it.

(COUGHS AND WHEEZES)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(COUGHS)

Eve?
I said...

..I don't want to talk about it.

MO: So, what now?

We eat toffee eclairs
and watch that doorway.

Can't we just go in?

And ruin the fun of a stake-out?

You wouldn't do that
to an old spy, Mo.

Plus... if we go in...

..we're trapped.

Out here, he's accountable.

What happened?

OK, fine.

I don't give a toss.

As long as it's got nothing
to do with what we're working on.

There is this... assassin...

..who works for The Twelve.

Have you got to the chocolate yet?
Mm.

I've just got it.

When I was younger...

Wait there.

Damn.

Follow him.

I don't think
we're gonna lose him, somehow.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS)

(COUGHS) Ah...

EVE: Villanelle said
she wasn't here for me.

So, let's just think who The Twelve
would want to murder, aside from me.

Right. OK.

Possible assassin targets.

Oh, my God.
What?

Carolyn. It's Carolyn.

They must know
we found their accountant.

So, after you came to England,
what did you do?

An eclair?

(SCOFFS)

Well, that won't get you
that three-book deal, Sergei.

Tell me what you're going to wear
at your son's graduation.

It's next month, isn't it?

Tell me how he does that thing
with his shoulders.

(PHONE RINGS)

(EXHALES)

She's not picking up.

(SIGHS) Try mine.

(DIALS)

Should I share what I think happened

when you swapped the Stasi for HMRC?

I think you accepted a job
from The Twelve,

like the money-grabbing
bottom-feeder you are.

Am I warm?

(BEEPING)

They're on a stake-out! Who doesn't
answer their phone on a stake-out?!

(SIREN BLEEPS)

Uh-oh.

What's going on?

Nothin'.

Just everyone look innocent.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE CHIMES)

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)

(DOGS BARK NEARBY)

(BREATHES SHALLOWLY)

Ah...

Oh...

(SIGHS)

CAROLYN: Ohh...

Oh...

(GROANS AND PANTS)

Oh...

REPORTER: (ON TV) The husband of
classical musician

and influential political campaigner
Isabel Fernandez,

was, this afternoon,
reunited with his baby

who had been missing
since Mrs Fernandez was found dead

at her home yesterday.

(WOMAN SPEAKS SPANISH ON TV)

He's so happy.

(SIGHS)

I'm fine.

There's no need for...

I'm fine.

(KEYS JANGLE)

Would you, um...

..pour me a whiskey, Geraldine?

Yes, of course.

(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)

# Walk on

# Walk, walk

# Walk on

# Walk

# Walk on

(BUS BRAKES SQUEAL)

# Walk, walk

# Walk on

# Walk

# Walk on

# Walk

# Walk on

# Walk

# Walk on. #

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Aaaagh!
(ROARS)

(BOTH ROAR)

(LAUGHS)

Don't wait for me
in the dark like that!

It's rude!

It's bad for my heart.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Don't you want to know
why I'm in your bed?

Not really, no.

I am too tired for games

and I have to find
six million euros tomorrow.

You will never find
six million in a day.

Not even if you sold
both of your kidneys.

Technically, you don't even
own them anymore.

The Twelve do.

They own every little bit of you.

Goodnight, Villanelle.

What kind of baby do you think I was?

(CHUCKLES) I think I was cute.

Hmm.

Do you think people smiled with joy
when they saw my little face?

God, you're boring.

You're more boring than
that accountant I just shot.

And accountants... are really boring.

(SHOUTS) Hey! Hey!

Huh?!

Wakey-wakey, Konstantin!

I think you were ugly as hell, OK?

Right.

Well, now you're just
looking for a reaction.

No, I'm not.

I've seen a photo of you.

Very strange head.
Bulbous. Unnatural.

Who was I with?

I don't remember.

Hmm.

I want to find my family.

Why?

So you can feel like dirt
the whole time

about how you're letting them down?

(SCOFFS)

Smell me.

No.

Smell me, hmm?

What do I smell of?
What am I wearing?

I don't know.
Ah.

Power.

I'm wearing power,

and to keep power,
you need knowledge.

(SIGHS)
You'll find them for me.

OK?

I sleep on the couch.

(EVE SIGHS)

(KEYS CLATTER)

(DOG BARKS NEARBY)

(CREAKING)

Hello?

(ENGINE RUMBLES NEARBY)

(SIGHS)

(SIREN WAILS AND FADES)

(SIGHS)

Oh...

(SIGHS)
(MUFFLED SQUEAK)

(MUFFLED) Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.

(LOUDER) You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.
(TOY SQUEAKS)

You wish I was here.
Oh...

Admit it, Eve.
(TOY SQUEAKS)

You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

(CLICKS SWITCH)
(RECORDING STOPS)

Oh, God...

Oh... (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(TOY SQUEAKS)

(CLICKS SWITCH)

Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

Admit it, Eve.

You wish I was here.

Who did you see in London?

SO not over me.

You said you had everything
under control.

(SNARLING)

EVE: Let's take a look at
the other kills.

Whoever this killer was
might lead us to The Twelve.

KONSTANTIN: But it's my job
to do terrible things.

We might have avoided the needless
death of an innocent man.

I'm really rather embarrassed.

JAMIE: Choices, Eve.
It's all about choices.

You're close, Villanelle.

You are so close to
getting what you want.

C'est fini. (HICCUPS)

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