Killing Eve (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - A Rainbow in Beige Boots - full transcript
She's just the kind of girl
they would recruit,
disenfranchised, disposable...
How is Villanelle?
She's a Christian now.
I'm a bad person
who's trying to be good.
Is that possible?
I think reinvention is a form of avoidance.
Who's at the top?
I'll tell you after dessert.
A rat for a rat.
A little light
intimidation.
And now I don't think
anyone could love her.
I think she's the devil.
♪
Here you are.
- Oh, thank you.
- No problem.
Hi.
Oh.
What the...
Actually, never mind.
Are you going to slap me again?
No.
What's it this time?
I need help.
Oh, why don't you ask Jesus?
Where have you been?
Paris.
Paris.
What happened to your hand?
What happened to your clothes?
Can I stay here?
Eve.
Just for tonight.
Eve, things are bad.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Um...
Take whatever you want.
There's money
in the bedside table.
Can you be gone when I get back?
I've barely had a chance
to wash my bits.
Villanelle's in my room.
What? What does she want?
Sanctuary.
I think she's killed again.
What do you want to do?
Nothing.
Not my job.
Right.
Uh, whoa!
There's some sensitive
material on there.
Well, is it sensitive if
everyone in a ten-mile
radius has seen it?
Can you... What? Fair.
Oh, can you find where
Helene's car has been?
Here's her reg.
Yeah, easy.
AMPR will flag that.
- Automatic number plate.
- I don't care.
Well, then, just yes.
- Okay. Are you ready
for my theory?
- Born ready.
Helene is as clueless
as we are
about who sits
at the top of The Twelve.
I think she is torturing
each member to get to the next,
one by one
until she works her way up
to the head of the monster.
You know, it's a form
of the contact chain method.
That would make sense.
Yeah. Why didn't we
think of that?
Yeah, I'm... I'm kicking myself.
Torture's actually
one of my strong suits.
- So, she's not that far ahead.
- No.
Ah!
This number plate was picked up
on a congestion zone
camera 10:30, last night.
Fitzrovia Garage.
So, her London base
must be near Fitzrovia.
Or the driver keeps her car
in Fitzrovia. I mean,
that's rich people for you.
Wanna do a stakeout?
Uh, yes, but one of us
is going to have to
spend the morning
keeping a senior diplomat
from Bahrain alive, so...
Such a rock.
"Such a rock."
Hey. Hey!
Hey!
Paper wins.
♪ SASS GIRLBY WARGIRL PLAYS...
What a princess you are.
Look, I've run out
of my brochures.
- Won't be a minute.
- I'll be right here.
- Oh, Elliot.
- Get away!
Creep!
I've finished with Mr Turner.
We can do family
viewings tomorrow.
Thank you?
It's not the rat,
and the smell is ever ripening.
For the life of me,
I can't find the source.
You could have
cleaned the place up.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Of course,
you could get me an office.
Instead of having me
pecking around here
like a pigeon in the attic.
You know I can't.
Well, then,
three suspected members
of The Twelve murdered so far,
all of them
by sadistic torture.
I may have found us a fourth.
Who?
Well, "How?" might be a more
pertinent question.
A man was found dead in a farm,
he'd been tied up.
His feet have been
dipped in salt and goats
allowed to lick them raw.
Like fleshy ice creams.
Hmm.
Carolyn, come on.
Well, nobody else claimed it.
It's interesting.
Keep doing it.
Why don't you take the rest
of the afternoon off?
Go sightseeing
or eat some brunch.
I knew a man
who died eating brunch.
He made hand woven silk rugs,
using an ancient technique
from China.
They were just
utterly exquisite things.
But, alas, he choked on a stray
raspberry floating in his
bottomless Bellini.
I'm going to have to
start charging you...
What can I help you with?
Aren't you a therapist?
Yeah, sort of.
Well...
I want therapy.
Um...
Therapy requires a situation
where we both feel safe but...
I don't feel very safe, so...
My suggestion is you leave
- and we make an appointment.
- No.
No.
But I work at Broadmoor.
If I don't turn up
to work today,
alarm bells will be raised.
You're going to call in sick.
Right.
What do you want to talk about?
What do you know about me?
I know that you're an assassin.
A highly skilled one.
Are you flattering me?
- No.
- No.
Just the facts.
What's bothering you,
Villanelle?
I don't like the way I feel.
Which is what?
Hmm.
Like shit.
All of the time.
I want you to fix that.
And Helene...
And Helene,
she didn't just punched
my heart to bits.
- She can read
one bastard letter!
- I'm sorry.
Helene's a player.
I've gotta go pick her up.
Are you honestly
doing this over the phone?
What? Can we just, at least...
Yeah, well, screw you!
-I'm so... I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
-It's okay.
- Are you okay?
- Um...
- Oh.
- No.
My girlfriend just dumped me.
Over the phone.
That dog!
- I'm so sorry.
- No.
- Women can be cruel.
- Oh!
You're telling me.
Oh. You've been there?
Oh, yeah, chica.
Big time.
You know what?
Forget her.
She's poop on your shoes!
Um, you know,
I know this is, like,
totally pathetic, but...
I have no friends
in this country.
Literally, not one and I...
I really don't want to be
on my own right now.
Can I...
- Can I buy you a cup of coffee
or a glass of wine?
- No.
Oh.
Cos you do have a friend.
Oh!
Thank you.
Are you stupid?
Just a genuine question because
I've said so many times,
you're only allowed
out there when I say so.
You scare off the customers.
Sorry.
Sorry?
You know I don't need to
be here, don't you?
I could've just put you
in foster care,
and then I'd be at uni
having the time of my life.
Yeah, you've mentioned it.
You're a nobody.
It's no wonder Dad hated you.
He wanted Mum
to have an abortion.
He'd be embarrassed to see
how you run his business.
Don't you agree, Mr Turner?
Bye, Pam.
Here's to being dumped.
And ex-girlfriends from hell.
- Salud.
- Salud.
- Mmm.
- Mmm.
- I'm Nicole, by the way.
- Hmm.
Oh, I'm Fernanda.
Nicole, women are so much
worse than men.
- No one told you.
- You didn't get the memo?
I... No.
This was actually my first time
with a woman, so...
- Really?
- Hmm.
Mmm. She must've been
really special.
Hotter than potatoes.
Sexy, mysterious.
And French.
We'll have a bottle.
Thank you.
Like toxic waste.
So British.
It's melting.
So, what do you need, Pam?
Um, yeah. So...
I was just wondering
if you think I'm ready.
Whether I could start work soon.
No.
Not just yet.
- Right. Yeah. Cool.
- Mmm-hmm.
I'll do whatever it takes.
- I mean, I can put
extra hours in...
- Pam.
Is there anything
you'd like to tell me?
I don't know. I don't think so.
Well, there's
a former employee of MI5
who came to your funeral home
and you didn't tell me.
That woman, then in turn,
tracked down my home in Paris,
where my daughter lives.
MI5?
It's fine.
What's the rush?
What's so pressing?
I just...
Things are difficult
at home.
Yeah. I get that.
Must be hard.
You know,
I was drawn to you
the moment I first met you.
This little ghost of a girl
hiding in the shadows.
People don't
notice you, and if they do,
they underestimate you.
And there lies your power.
You're going to be
extraordinary, Pam.
But you're not ready yet.
Trust me. I'll tell you
when you are, okay?
We connected here,
you know, Nicole?
Before we connected here.
It was fire,
it was danger.
She changed me.
Aw.
The woman on the phone,
what's she like?
Controlling.
Selfish.
Delusional.
You gotta cut her out, Nicole.
She only gets to play games
if you agree to play them.
You said that you felt like poo.
Is that common for you?
No.
So, why now?
I don't know.
I killed two people
last night after I tried
really hard not to.
Okay, well, that's not ideal,
but presumably common for you.
So, why has this shaken you?
Martin, I'm a rainbow
in a world full of
beige people like you.
- No offense.
- No.
I usually know what I want
and who I want
and how I want it.
And now, I don't. I...
I don't even trust
my own thoughts right now.
Yeah.
Can you say more about that?
Is this what being
insecure feels like?
Okay.
Let me put it this way.
Change isn't always comfortable.
Feeling like poo,
it might be a good thing.
A sign that you're already
mid metamorphosis.
Are you afraid
of dead bodies?
What the hell are you doing?
Are you?
No.
Elliot.
Apologise.
- You are, aren't you?
- Apologise.
Boo!
Apologise!
You think I'm joking?
No, please don't.
Elliot, please.
Please don't. Okay. I'm sorry.
I'm gonna kill you.
You're not
a very nice boy, Elliot.
It was so cruel because she knew
that my husband had just left.
Oh, you were married?
Five years.
- Oh.
- He was rich.
Big box rich.
-What did he do?
Was he like, in finance?
-Oh, you know what?
I have no idea.
- I was never allowed to ask.
- Oh.
- But I found out why.
- Why?
I find these letters
from this woman.
He's clearly been
shacking up with her
every time he's out of town.
So, you know what?
I confronted him.
And he walked out.
Never came back.
So, you haven't
talked to him since
- and you don't know where he is?
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, where could he be?
I don't know.
And that's why I'm here.
I have nothing left in Cuba.
God.
- And then you met Helene.
- Ah!
Then poof does vanish.
She's done the same as him.
Mmm, mmm...
I think this is out of date.
Oh, you know,
we should get you some water...
That ex-husband
sounds like a real asshole.
What was his name?
I need the bathroom. Sorry.
Oh, um...
Okay, uh...
Let me know
if you need anything.
Nicole?
- Well?
- Hmm.
Sorry. It's all I've got in.
It's uh, lunchables.
You have kids?
No.
Aren't you going to eat?
My um...
My IBS is playing up.
- Yeah, feeling a bit cramp...
- Hmm.
Crampy.
Okay.
Do you think
I was born like this?
What do you mean? A psychopath?
Do you think
you're born like this?
Being a therapist
is easy. Hmm?
I ask something and you just
repeat it back
with a question mark
on the end.
Hmm.
The point is,
I don't know you.
Because how you feel
is more important
than what I think.
And no, I don't believe
you have to be born
with psychopathy
to behave like one.
I mean, look at mercenaries.
They're trained into it.
Would you rather you weren't?
A psychopath?
Do you know how many psychopaths
have stepped in front of me
and said they don't want
to be a psychopath?
Zero.
Psychopaths feel superior.
Like a god.
And gods don't often think
they need to change, so, uh...
I'd say that's hopeful.
You've done
a lot of good work.
Okay. That's a good place
to end for today.
Did you just say that stuff
to try and get rid of me?
Did you?
No.
Don't make fun of me.
Are you okay?
What's happened?
I murdered my brother.
Excuse me?
Stabbed him 19 times and then
embalmed his body.
- Did you clean up?
- Yeah.
- Where's the body now?
- It's in the morgue.
I told you, you weren't ready.
Did you think that was open
for interpretation?
- No, it's just you said
people underestimate me so...
- Yeah, I'm still talking.
Disobey me again
and you will learn how
easily dispensable you are.
Are you following me?
- I...
- Are you following me?
Good. Now go.
I need to handle this. Go.
- What?
- He survived.
The FSB have got him.
Merde!
Morning, Claudia.
How is the English coming?
Tremendous.
Good.
Is that for me?
I made my own sausages.
Chubby bangers!
Oh, you're spoiling me!
Special treat for Mr Big Boss.
Uh, I'll get...
No, no, no, it's one of mine.
Thank you, Claudia.
Okay.
Yes?
What, peat moss?
Marvellous.
Hang on. Say that again.
So Helene's ex-girlfriend's
ex-husband is who?
I don't know...
...but he is someone.
I think that's who
Helene is trying to get to
because Fernanda isn't her type.
How do you know
what her type is?
Oh.
I know what she likes.
I think
you're being sexist.
Maybe Fernanda's the one
in The Twelve.
No. Number one,
if she was, Helene would have
yanked her fingernails
out by now.
And number two...
Oh.
-All right. Yeah.
Not very Twelve.
-Mmm-hmm.
Oh, is that it?
You need to be much faster.
Er...
Marriage certificate.
Mmm-hmm.
Hello, Lars Meier.
May-er.
Lars May-er.
I have never seen your toes
nude in public before.
It's very unsettling.
It seems our assassin
is in Scotland.
- I'll fly there tomorrow.
- Well, there's been
another attack.
A Russian agent in Cuba.
Guztam Zimmel.
He survived.
- Well, then he must be
a member of The Twelve.
- Indeed.
Which means he's been
under your nose all along.
He was sadistically tortured
and left for dead.
His toes were severed
and inserted into his nostrils.
Well, a live victim
might be more loquacious
than an assassin.
Yeah. I've had him moved
into a safe house
to be taken care of.
He won't survive
the flight as yet.
Well, forget Scotland.
Leave him to me.
I'll fly to Cuba.
Are you sure?
It might get ugly.
Vlad, I am more
than ready to get
my hands dirty.
Now, let me have some
of your delicious food.
Thank you.
Enough.
Well...
There's an elephant in the room
that we haven't addressed yet.
What about her?
Well, you want to change,
and you want to stop killing.
You've had plenty of opportunity
to kill Eve over the years,
and you never have.
Well, I tried.
If you wanted her dead,
she'd be dead,
so what sets her apart?
Do you enjoy the power
you have over her?
Yes.
In healthy relationships
you have to make
yourself vulnerable too.
Allow someone else to have
that sort of power over you.
Well, Eve does.
- Does she?
- Yes, she's ruined everything.
So, why don't you move on then?
Because that would
ruin everything.
So, what do you want from her?
I want to smell her skin.
I want to hear the boring stuff
she does every day
that she wouldn't bother
telling anyone else because
it's really that boring.
But to me, it would be
fascinating because...
It's Eve.
Ah, because in our bones
we understand each other.
Eve's not beige then?
She's a rainbow in beige boots.
Villanelle.
Open the door.
Hi.
- How can I help you?
- Let me in.
Villanelle!
No, he hasn't eaten all day...
It was an accident.
Can you just let me in?
Martin?
Oh, God.
Martin?
Martin, can you hear me?
Relax.
Concussion at worst.
What are you even doing here?
Therapy.
You know,
you can just book a therapist.
You don't have to
take one hostage.
Oh.
But then you wouldn't be able
to get my attention. Right.
Give me that.
You didn't have to come.
I came for Martin.
So, did you have
any breakthroughs?
Maybe.
Mmm.
They trained me
to be like this,
so maybe I can be
trained out of it.
Do you know that fable about
the scorpion and the frog?
- They hook up?
- No.
They both die.
Because the scorpion
can't change its nature.
Maybe you are the scorpion.
I should have done this
when we first met.
Done what?
She's young, she's green,
but she has potential.
I need her
ready to work quickly.
Why the rush?
Well, you know,
the usual antics.
Why not use a local candidate?
Because you're
easier to blackmail.
No,
because you're the best.
And anyway, isn't it nice
to help a disenfranchised
young woman
fulfil her potential?
Chop chop.
Well, hello.
I rose to your challenge.
You found out who's at the top?
- What's the name?
- Oh, hang on.
I think you owe me dessert.
That's right, I do.
When are you free?
Now.
Your brain it's
like a hamster on a wheel.
So,
tell me about yourself.
What are you good at?
Embalming.
Look what
the cat dragged in.
I thought you were dead.
Whoo!
Don't underestimate me.
No one leaves
The Twelve.
I've been tracking attacks
on members of The Twelve.
Look. Is that him?
That's gotta be him.
I want my phone call!
they would recruit,
disenfranchised, disposable...
How is Villanelle?
She's a Christian now.
I'm a bad person
who's trying to be good.
Is that possible?
I think reinvention is a form of avoidance.
Who's at the top?
I'll tell you after dessert.
A rat for a rat.
A little light
intimidation.
And now I don't think
anyone could love her.
I think she's the devil.
♪
Here you are.
- Oh, thank you.
- No problem.
Hi.
Oh.
What the...
Actually, never mind.
Are you going to slap me again?
No.
What's it this time?
I need help.
Oh, why don't you ask Jesus?
Where have you been?
Paris.
Paris.
What happened to your hand?
What happened to your clothes?
Can I stay here?
Eve.
Just for tonight.
Eve, things are bad.
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Um...
Take whatever you want.
There's money
in the bedside table.
Can you be gone when I get back?
I've barely had a chance
to wash my bits.
Villanelle's in my room.
What? What does she want?
Sanctuary.
I think she's killed again.
What do you want to do?
Nothing.
Not my job.
Right.
Uh, whoa!
There's some sensitive
material on there.
Well, is it sensitive if
everyone in a ten-mile
radius has seen it?
Can you... What? Fair.
Oh, can you find where
Helene's car has been?
Here's her reg.
Yeah, easy.
AMPR will flag that.
- Automatic number plate.
- I don't care.
Well, then, just yes.
- Okay. Are you ready
for my theory?
- Born ready.
Helene is as clueless
as we are
about who sits
at the top of The Twelve.
I think she is torturing
each member to get to the next,
one by one
until she works her way up
to the head of the monster.
You know, it's a form
of the contact chain method.
That would make sense.
Yeah. Why didn't we
think of that?
Yeah, I'm... I'm kicking myself.
Torture's actually
one of my strong suits.
- So, she's not that far ahead.
- No.
Ah!
This number plate was picked up
on a congestion zone
camera 10:30, last night.
Fitzrovia Garage.
So, her London base
must be near Fitzrovia.
Or the driver keeps her car
in Fitzrovia. I mean,
that's rich people for you.
Wanna do a stakeout?
Uh, yes, but one of us
is going to have to
spend the morning
keeping a senior diplomat
from Bahrain alive, so...
Such a rock.
"Such a rock."
Hey. Hey!
Hey!
Paper wins.
♪ SASS GIRLBY WARGIRL PLAYS...
What a princess you are.
Look, I've run out
of my brochures.
- Won't be a minute.
- I'll be right here.
- Oh, Elliot.
- Get away!
Creep!
I've finished with Mr Turner.
We can do family
viewings tomorrow.
Thank you?
It's not the rat,
and the smell is ever ripening.
For the life of me,
I can't find the source.
You could have
cleaned the place up.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Of course,
you could get me an office.
Instead of having me
pecking around here
like a pigeon in the attic.
You know I can't.
Well, then,
three suspected members
of The Twelve murdered so far,
all of them
by sadistic torture.
I may have found us a fourth.
Who?
Well, "How?" might be a more
pertinent question.
A man was found dead in a farm,
he'd been tied up.
His feet have been
dipped in salt and goats
allowed to lick them raw.
Like fleshy ice creams.
Hmm.
Carolyn, come on.
Well, nobody else claimed it.
It's interesting.
Keep doing it.
Why don't you take the rest
of the afternoon off?
Go sightseeing
or eat some brunch.
I knew a man
who died eating brunch.
He made hand woven silk rugs,
using an ancient technique
from China.
They were just
utterly exquisite things.
But, alas, he choked on a stray
raspberry floating in his
bottomless Bellini.
I'm going to have to
start charging you...
What can I help you with?
Aren't you a therapist?
Yeah, sort of.
Well...
I want therapy.
Um...
Therapy requires a situation
where we both feel safe but...
I don't feel very safe, so...
My suggestion is you leave
- and we make an appointment.
- No.
No.
But I work at Broadmoor.
If I don't turn up
to work today,
alarm bells will be raised.
You're going to call in sick.
Right.
What do you want to talk about?
What do you know about me?
I know that you're an assassin.
A highly skilled one.
Are you flattering me?
- No.
- No.
Just the facts.
What's bothering you,
Villanelle?
I don't like the way I feel.
Which is what?
Hmm.
Like shit.
All of the time.
I want you to fix that.
And Helene...
And Helene,
she didn't just punched
my heart to bits.
- She can read
one bastard letter!
- I'm sorry.
Helene's a player.
I've gotta go pick her up.
Are you honestly
doing this over the phone?
What? Can we just, at least...
Yeah, well, screw you!
-I'm so... I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
-It's okay.
- Are you okay?
- Um...
- Oh.
- No.
My girlfriend just dumped me.
Over the phone.
That dog!
- I'm so sorry.
- No.
- Women can be cruel.
- Oh!
You're telling me.
Oh. You've been there?
Oh, yeah, chica.
Big time.
You know what?
Forget her.
She's poop on your shoes!
Um, you know,
I know this is, like,
totally pathetic, but...
I have no friends
in this country.
Literally, not one and I...
I really don't want to be
on my own right now.
Can I...
- Can I buy you a cup of coffee
or a glass of wine?
- No.
Oh.
Cos you do have a friend.
Oh!
Thank you.
Are you stupid?
Just a genuine question because
I've said so many times,
you're only allowed
out there when I say so.
You scare off the customers.
Sorry.
Sorry?
You know I don't need to
be here, don't you?
I could've just put you
in foster care,
and then I'd be at uni
having the time of my life.
Yeah, you've mentioned it.
You're a nobody.
It's no wonder Dad hated you.
He wanted Mum
to have an abortion.
He'd be embarrassed to see
how you run his business.
Don't you agree, Mr Turner?
Bye, Pam.
Here's to being dumped.
And ex-girlfriends from hell.
- Salud.
- Salud.
- Mmm.
- Mmm.
- I'm Nicole, by the way.
- Hmm.
Oh, I'm Fernanda.
Nicole, women are so much
worse than men.
- No one told you.
- You didn't get the memo?
I... No.
This was actually my first time
with a woman, so...
- Really?
- Hmm.
Mmm. She must've been
really special.
Hotter than potatoes.
Sexy, mysterious.
And French.
We'll have a bottle.
Thank you.
Like toxic waste.
So British.
It's melting.
So, what do you need, Pam?
Um, yeah. So...
I was just wondering
if you think I'm ready.
Whether I could start work soon.
No.
Not just yet.
- Right. Yeah. Cool.
- Mmm-hmm.
I'll do whatever it takes.
- I mean, I can put
extra hours in...
- Pam.
Is there anything
you'd like to tell me?
I don't know. I don't think so.
Well, there's
a former employee of MI5
who came to your funeral home
and you didn't tell me.
That woman, then in turn,
tracked down my home in Paris,
where my daughter lives.
MI5?
It's fine.
What's the rush?
What's so pressing?
I just...
Things are difficult
at home.
Yeah. I get that.
Must be hard.
You know,
I was drawn to you
the moment I first met you.
This little ghost of a girl
hiding in the shadows.
People don't
notice you, and if they do,
they underestimate you.
And there lies your power.
You're going to be
extraordinary, Pam.
But you're not ready yet.
Trust me. I'll tell you
when you are, okay?
We connected here,
you know, Nicole?
Before we connected here.
It was fire,
it was danger.
She changed me.
Aw.
The woman on the phone,
what's she like?
Controlling.
Selfish.
Delusional.
You gotta cut her out, Nicole.
She only gets to play games
if you agree to play them.
You said that you felt like poo.
Is that common for you?
No.
So, why now?
I don't know.
I killed two people
last night after I tried
really hard not to.
Okay, well, that's not ideal,
but presumably common for you.
So, why has this shaken you?
Martin, I'm a rainbow
in a world full of
beige people like you.
- No offense.
- No.
I usually know what I want
and who I want
and how I want it.
And now, I don't. I...
I don't even trust
my own thoughts right now.
Yeah.
Can you say more about that?
Is this what being
insecure feels like?
Okay.
Let me put it this way.
Change isn't always comfortable.
Feeling like poo,
it might be a good thing.
A sign that you're already
mid metamorphosis.
Are you afraid
of dead bodies?
What the hell are you doing?
Are you?
No.
Elliot.
Apologise.
- You are, aren't you?
- Apologise.
Boo!
Apologise!
You think I'm joking?
No, please don't.
Elliot, please.
Please don't. Okay. I'm sorry.
I'm gonna kill you.
You're not
a very nice boy, Elliot.
It was so cruel because she knew
that my husband had just left.
Oh, you were married?
Five years.
- Oh.
- He was rich.
Big box rich.
-What did he do?
Was he like, in finance?
-Oh, you know what?
I have no idea.
- I was never allowed to ask.
- Oh.
- But I found out why.
- Why?
I find these letters
from this woman.
He's clearly been
shacking up with her
every time he's out of town.
So, you know what?
I confronted him.
And he walked out.
Never came back.
So, you haven't
talked to him since
- and you don't know where he is?
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, where could he be?
I don't know.
And that's why I'm here.
I have nothing left in Cuba.
God.
- And then you met Helene.
- Ah!
Then poof does vanish.
She's done the same as him.
Mmm, mmm...
I think this is out of date.
Oh, you know,
we should get you some water...
That ex-husband
sounds like a real asshole.
What was his name?
I need the bathroom. Sorry.
Oh, um...
Okay, uh...
Let me know
if you need anything.
Nicole?
- Well?
- Hmm.
Sorry. It's all I've got in.
It's uh, lunchables.
You have kids?
No.
Aren't you going to eat?
My um...
My IBS is playing up.
- Yeah, feeling a bit cramp...
- Hmm.
Crampy.
Okay.
Do you think
I was born like this?
What do you mean? A psychopath?
Do you think
you're born like this?
Being a therapist
is easy. Hmm?
I ask something and you just
repeat it back
with a question mark
on the end.
Hmm.
The point is,
I don't know you.
Because how you feel
is more important
than what I think.
And no, I don't believe
you have to be born
with psychopathy
to behave like one.
I mean, look at mercenaries.
They're trained into it.
Would you rather you weren't?
A psychopath?
Do you know how many psychopaths
have stepped in front of me
and said they don't want
to be a psychopath?
Zero.
Psychopaths feel superior.
Like a god.
And gods don't often think
they need to change, so, uh...
I'd say that's hopeful.
You've done
a lot of good work.
Okay. That's a good place
to end for today.
Did you just say that stuff
to try and get rid of me?
Did you?
No.
Don't make fun of me.
Are you okay?
What's happened?
I murdered my brother.
Excuse me?
Stabbed him 19 times and then
embalmed his body.
- Did you clean up?
- Yeah.
- Where's the body now?
- It's in the morgue.
I told you, you weren't ready.
Did you think that was open
for interpretation?
- No, it's just you said
people underestimate me so...
- Yeah, I'm still talking.
Disobey me again
and you will learn how
easily dispensable you are.
Are you following me?
- I...
- Are you following me?
Good. Now go.
I need to handle this. Go.
- What?
- He survived.
The FSB have got him.
Merde!
Morning, Claudia.
How is the English coming?
Tremendous.
Good.
Is that for me?
I made my own sausages.
Chubby bangers!
Oh, you're spoiling me!
Special treat for Mr Big Boss.
Uh, I'll get...
No, no, no, it's one of mine.
Thank you, Claudia.
Okay.
Yes?
What, peat moss?
Marvellous.
Hang on. Say that again.
So Helene's ex-girlfriend's
ex-husband is who?
I don't know...
...but he is someone.
I think that's who
Helene is trying to get to
because Fernanda isn't her type.
How do you know
what her type is?
Oh.
I know what she likes.
I think
you're being sexist.
Maybe Fernanda's the one
in The Twelve.
No. Number one,
if she was, Helene would have
yanked her fingernails
out by now.
And number two...
Oh.
-All right. Yeah.
Not very Twelve.
-Mmm-hmm.
Oh, is that it?
You need to be much faster.
Er...
Marriage certificate.
Mmm-hmm.
Hello, Lars Meier.
May-er.
Lars May-er.
I have never seen your toes
nude in public before.
It's very unsettling.
It seems our assassin
is in Scotland.
- I'll fly there tomorrow.
- Well, there's been
another attack.
A Russian agent in Cuba.
Guztam Zimmel.
He survived.
- Well, then he must be
a member of The Twelve.
- Indeed.
Which means he's been
under your nose all along.
He was sadistically tortured
and left for dead.
His toes were severed
and inserted into his nostrils.
Well, a live victim
might be more loquacious
than an assassin.
Yeah. I've had him moved
into a safe house
to be taken care of.
He won't survive
the flight as yet.
Well, forget Scotland.
Leave him to me.
I'll fly to Cuba.
Are you sure?
It might get ugly.
Vlad, I am more
than ready to get
my hands dirty.
Now, let me have some
of your delicious food.
Thank you.
Enough.
Well...
There's an elephant in the room
that we haven't addressed yet.
What about her?
Well, you want to change,
and you want to stop killing.
You've had plenty of opportunity
to kill Eve over the years,
and you never have.
Well, I tried.
If you wanted her dead,
she'd be dead,
so what sets her apart?
Do you enjoy the power
you have over her?
Yes.
In healthy relationships
you have to make
yourself vulnerable too.
Allow someone else to have
that sort of power over you.
Well, Eve does.
- Does she?
- Yes, she's ruined everything.
So, why don't you move on then?
Because that would
ruin everything.
So, what do you want from her?
I want to smell her skin.
I want to hear the boring stuff
she does every day
that she wouldn't bother
telling anyone else because
it's really that boring.
But to me, it would be
fascinating because...
It's Eve.
Ah, because in our bones
we understand each other.
Eve's not beige then?
She's a rainbow in beige boots.
Villanelle.
Open the door.
Hi.
- How can I help you?
- Let me in.
Villanelle!
No, he hasn't eaten all day...
It was an accident.
Can you just let me in?
Martin?
Oh, God.
Martin?
Martin, can you hear me?
Relax.
Concussion at worst.
What are you even doing here?
Therapy.
You know,
you can just book a therapist.
You don't have to
take one hostage.
Oh.
But then you wouldn't be able
to get my attention. Right.
Give me that.
You didn't have to come.
I came for Martin.
So, did you have
any breakthroughs?
Maybe.
Mmm.
They trained me
to be like this,
so maybe I can be
trained out of it.
Do you know that fable about
the scorpion and the frog?
- They hook up?
- No.
They both die.
Because the scorpion
can't change its nature.
Maybe you are the scorpion.
I should have done this
when we first met.
Done what?
She's young, she's green,
but she has potential.
I need her
ready to work quickly.
Why the rush?
Well, you know,
the usual antics.
Why not use a local candidate?
Because you're
easier to blackmail.
No,
because you're the best.
And anyway, isn't it nice
to help a disenfranchised
young woman
fulfil her potential?
Chop chop.
Well, hello.
I rose to your challenge.
You found out who's at the top?
- What's the name?
- Oh, hang on.
I think you owe me dessert.
That's right, I do.
When are you free?
Now.
Your brain it's
like a hamster on a wheel.
So,
tell me about yourself.
What are you good at?
Embalming.
Look what
the cat dragged in.
I thought you were dead.
Whoo!
Don't underestimate me.
No one leaves
The Twelve.
I've been tracking attacks
on members of The Twelve.
Look. Is that him?
That's gotta be him.
I want my phone call!