All language subtitles for Killing.Eve.S04E04.BDRip.x265-ION265

I there were no candles lit
the room was dark as night

I just like the corners
of my mind

I I gave my heart to her

I she has my heart

I I Rose to kiss her
but the flower fell apart

I fire glistened
and tore me apart I

(footste ps approaching)

I "where does love go?"
She said I

Eve: Hello?

I I said, "wherever you are" I

this is all quite creepy.

Oh!

You brought me all the way
across town for this?

Helene: Hi, Eve.

I want my phone call!

When does the show start?

I own this.

Really?

My dad used to bring me to
pantomimes here when I was a kid.

I loved it so much.
So he bought it for me.

Of course he did.

Of course he did.

Well, shall we
talk business now?

Yeah.

So, the name?

0h, Lars meier.

He must be a big deal,
he was really hard to find.

Fernanda seems lovely,
by the way.

Ah, she's an idiot.

0h see, you didn't
play her right.

I would have gotten her
to lead me to Lars.

I didn't say I was
looking for him.

But see, here's
what I can't figure out.

Why would you need to go
through his ex

to track him down?
Unless you don't know who he is?

Do you not know who he is?

My, my, your brain,

it's like a hamster on a wheel.

It must be exhausting.

On the subject of exes,
I hear you've had a busy night.

You got her arrested? Wow!
I'm impressed.

Stop!

(Winces)

Fine.

It is Lars.

I'll race you.

Let's see who can
find him first.

I whatever you do
don't blow your cool

I you never know
what'll happen to you

I never get mad

(sighs)

I don't even quarrel
don't blow your cool

should I come in?

Yes.

I don't get annoyed I

come in.

So this is where
you'll be staying.

I expect you to be contactable
24 hours a day.

I call, you run. Get it?

Yeah. Just so you know, we're
not friends, don't ever think we are.

- 0kay.
- Good, sit.

So, tell me about yourself.

What do you want to know?

What are you good at?

Embalming.

(Laughing)

- Embalming?
- Yeah.

That's great.

Let's make this simple.
Have you ever killed?

Once.

0h? A real pro.

This is your new phone and keys.

Get settled and meet me at
the end of the pier in an hour.

(Door opens and closes)

Eve: Look what the cat
dragged in.

(Both sigh)

- I'm drunk by the way.
- 0h, I can smell.

- Hey, guess what?
- What?

Helene doesn't know
what Lars looks like.

(Gasps)

But we do.

What?

7,432.

That is how many social
media posts this woman has,

and I trawled through
every single one of them.

This is the only picture of
them together, anywhere.

- Damn you're good.
- I know.

Can we do facial recognition?

Yeah, but, please have a heart,
let me eat something first.

- All right.
- Yeah!

(Door opens)

Surprise!

I just need a minute, thank you.

It's good to see you,
villanelle.

You look well,
all things considered.

So, have you got all this...

Out of your system?

Yes. Shall we go?

(Sighs)

What should I do?

I could try to intimidate you,
but that doesn't work.

I could stroke your ego,
but you know it all, already.

Or I could offer you more money,
but you don't care about that.

So, I'll just go for honesty.

No one leaves the twelve.

- Not you, not me...
- Wrong.

I want more money, lots more.

Can we go?

Yeah.

(Door opens and closes)

Your timing is
impeccable as ever.

(Door opens and closes)

This, this is a sensitive one.

Fine.

Heath row please, Luis.

(Speaking Spanish)

At least you're punctual.

No, no, no, I want you
to go and push her in.

What do you mean?

Push the woman in the sea.

Why? She hasn't done anything.

There is no why, there's
only do. Go, push her in.

Yes!

Are you wasting my time?

Do you want this job?

Or do you want to be a nobody?

Are you stupid?

(Guffaws)

For god's sake, answer me!

Go home.

(Computer buzzing)

(Computer beeping)

Look, is that him?

Wait, that's him, right?
Older now, but...

Yusuf: Yeah,
that's gotta be him.

Anniepixiexoxo is selling
this picture for 17 Euros.

"Der revolutionaire,
eugenie allard. Berlin, 1979."

Yusuf: Eugenie allard. "A photographer most
noted for her shots during the cold war."

Can you get a phone number?

(Scoffs) Yeah.

(Phone ringing)

Woman: (On phone) Oui?

(In British accent)
Oh, hello, do you speak English?

Unfortunately.

Fantastic. I saw your listing
online for der revolutionaire,

it's such a beautiful image.

Might you know
who the subject is?

Nope.

All right. Um, do you have any
more photographs of this gentleman?

Probably. I don't know.

Oh, do you think
you could have a look?

Do you think I have
a bag of time?

Either place a bid or come.

(Speaking French)

(Phone clicks)

Carolyn: Good to see you awake.

I am sorry about the cuffs.

I'd love a cigar.

Evidently the fsb is aware that
you're a member of the twelve.

So I need the names
of your contacts.

How about that cigar?

Be a dear.

Good girl.

Ah, you know your way
around the cigar.

Sometimes, a cigar
is just a cigar.

I'll die before
I grovel to a woman!

Well now that was silly,
wasn't it?

There's something
niggling at me.

Andreas went to all that trouble

to get me the position as mayor.

And you just blow it all up
to bring it back here

to train up that
little idiot nobody.

Are you losing your touch,
konstantin?

I'm just a realist.

There's nothing
special about her.

And there's certainly nothing
special about me.

So now I'm wondering...

Wondering is above your pay
grade. Just get the job done.

You know what?

I really like my new life.

So how about this?

You put me back
on a plane to Russia,

and I keep quiet.
Or, I can call Andreas...

Check he knows about
whatever it is you're up to.

(Chuckling)

What?

I know about Paul.

Paul who?

Oh, you must remember Paul?

Grey hair, glasses.

You framed him for stealing six
million Euros from the twelve?

Yeah, get the job done
before the twelve

find out what a thieving
little cockroach you are.

I the wedding moon
and I don't want to choose

I between the black and white

I I don't care

I I don't care

I the storm is coming
lord have mercy

I and I feel the same

if you wanted a cigar, you
could have just asked for one.

I I don't care

I I chased the dragon
in shiny vision

I and I feel the pain

I I don't care I

Oh, it's you.

For future reference,
I hate surprises.

Is it too late to offer you
the job you wanted or...

(Carolyn groans)

A wrench?

Oh, come on!
You're more inventive than that.

You've always been
more inventive.

Even when you were a child.

I often wonder if you remember
the first time we met?

You know there was the time
in prison, of course, in Russia,

but before that too.
At your orphanage,

when you were 9 years old.

I never knew if you remembered
that. I liked you instantly.

Darren: Let's go! Let's go!
High striker!

Who's got the strongest swing?

Mate! Yes, you!
Yeah, I'm looking at you, mate.

Oh, come on!

Oy, do you wanna go?

Yes!

Come on, show us your muscles.

Whoo!

(Bell clangs)

Whoa. Oh, my...

What the hell?
How'd you do that?

I'm Darren, by the way!

(Machine screeching)

Whoa.

(Exclaims)

(Laughing)

(Continues laughing)

(Birds squawking)

Prove it.

That was not pleasant.

I said prove it.

I'll need some painkillers.
There's some in the glove box.

Oh, good god, villanelle.

What's happened to you?

I thought you enjoyed
all this, at least...

Talk.

You had a bracelet,
a cheap little thing,

with a ballet slipper pendant
attached to it.

I remember it because
of what you did with it.

There was another girl
at the orphanage

who, uh, upset you somehow,
stole your pudding or something.

So, in the middle of the night,
while she was sleeping,

you took the bracelet off and you
tied it tightly around her index finger,

so that when she woke up some
hours later, her finger was turning black.

The staff tried to cut it off,

but it was on so tightly
they just were slicing flesh.

She lost the finger in the end.

Do you remember that?

When you heard that
she had lost the finger...

(Chuckles)

You asked if you could see it.

(Carolyn laughs out loud)

I was like this at 9?

Hmm, you were gifted from birth.

Evil from birth.

You know, humans are
like a mezze board.

The best of them have
a little bit of everything.

And if you think that
your... flair for murder,

you know, speaks to you
a kind of, lack of humanity,

wrong.

Killing is primal.
It's what nature intended.

And who are we to quibble
with nature?

Why waste your time being good

when you could just be good
at what you're good at?

That's what I think anyway.

But what do I know, I've
just probably got concussion.

And I'm ravenous.

Fancy a sandwich before
you... dash my brains out?

- After you.
- No, after you,

I'd rather keep you
where I can see you.

(Song playing over radio)

Ah, Buenas tardes, benita.

Be careful,
she's not house-trained.

(Benita muttering)

- Any peep from next door?
- Nothing.

- I need to clean that.
- Good idea.

(Benita groans)

Come. Sit. I cooked.

Who's that?

It's benita. She comes with
the house, apparently.

Oui?

(In British accent)
Are you anniepixiexoxo?

Ah, let me guess, London lady.

So lovely to meet you.

If you think this is lovely,
you must have led a sad life.

That's one way of looking at it.

Um, as I mentioned,
I'm interested in that

der revolutionaire photograph.

Might you know
where it was taken or...

My mother took it. She's dead.

Oh your mother was eugenie
allard? She's so talented.

She was a pig.

Oh. Right.

You said you might have
other photographs of him...

Take your pick, ia.

(Church bells tolling)

(Cutlery clacking)

Isn't it refreshing?

To eat in silence?

So many people
are just bags of gas,

expelling air when they've
nothing of any great worth to say.

Just farting from their mouths.

Yeah, exactly.

(Footste ps approaching)

- Good girl.
- Hmm.

I like big belly.

It's really good.

(Benita chuckles)

Despite being under duress,

I meant what I said.

What?

That we'd make a good team.

Are you going to tell me
who sent you?

Don't I get a bribe
or something?

Name it, you can have it.

But, I think you'll tell me
because you like me.

That's presumptuous.

Helene.

Helene?

Is she behind these attacks
on the twelve?

Because I've been tracking
attacks on members of the twelve

and if she's not
behind these attacks,

she'd have been grateful to me
for trying to save them from some...

Torturous murderer.

Torturous?

Yeah. One of them survived.

I have the hideous toad,
here, next door.

You should meet him,
it might inspire you.

What happened to him?

Him has a name: Rustem.

His toes were severed
and inserted into his nostrils.

Wow.

Nice!

May I?

(Rustem gasps
and groans in pain)

(Gasps)

Who did this?

As yet unknown, but a woman.

Rustem: A beast!

Not like you,
you're a thoroughbred...

Oh, shut up.

Bilious man.

What do you want from him?

Who, why, what, whatever.

Who are his contacts,
why does helene want him dead,

what's next.

Failing that,

whatever you can get.

Okay.

You can go.

Good.

(Phone chimes)

(Phone chimes)

(Phone chimes)

Can I buy these?

(EKG beeping)

What the hell are you doing?

How many toes
did she get in there?

- Piss off...
- It's just impressive.

What was her name?

Well, it's got me wondering
what other... large things

can be inserted
into small places.

Cheese wire.

Are you sure
you didn't get her name?

(Curses in Russian)

(Slices off finger)

(Screams)

(Groaning)

(Sobbing)

The left one? Or the right one?

Just kill me
if you're going to do it.

Okay...

(Screams)

What did she look like?

Tall! She was huge!

And?

She was evil!

Who are your twelve contacts?

Please, I'll tell you,
just stop.

Quickly.

I don't have a name,
only a place.

A place? What place?

El hombre de dos caras.

(EKG beeping rapidly)

(EKG flatlining)

(Cell phone vibrates)

Yes?

Pam: Uh, I've just been mugged.

What?

Um, they... they got
my keys, my money.

I think I need to go
to hospital.

Where are you?

(Seagulls squawking)

(Sighs)

(Shrieks)

(Laughing)

Yes! That's more like it.

Don't underestimate me.

(Continues laughing)

It would help if we knew
what we were looking for.

I don't know. I hope I know when
I know, if you know what I mean?

Let's play truth or dare.

Truth or dare?

Truth!

Are you a born-again Christian?

How do you know everything?

God is good.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

Was it true your dad
was a sexy, gay spy?

It's true, daddy did have
a penchant for the penis.

A penchant...

Truth or dare?

(Chuckles)

Truth.

What intrigues you about Eve?

Well I just met a therapist,

and he said I just like
the control I have over her.

Is that true?

It's not not true.

Well, therapists,
what do they know?

I mean you just pay them to
repeat your questions back at you.

That's what I said!

Truth or dare?

(Crowd chattering)

Carolyn: Dare!

Hello?

I thought you were dead?

Shall I chase him?

Oh, yes.

(Gasping)

(Door opens and closes)

(Eve sighs)

So, what's the news?

Are you in a rush?
I was about to have a bath.

Pour yourself a drink.

(Sighs)

You want to play? I'll play.

Here.

Why do you do it?

What?

Your job.

I don't like weak women.

I don't want it for myself.

I don't want to see it
in others.

So you take
vulnerable kids like Pam

and then turn them
into your army of...

Femme bots.

Femme bots?

Pew, pew, pew...

(Chuckles)

I take them from their sorry
little lives and I give them power.

Who's this all for?

Eve,

you don't know what I do
or what I give to them.

So, tell me.

(Tub squeaking)

Oh. Sorry.

(Clatters)

Oh, um, you know,
if you could just, sorry...

Oh, yeah, oh...

This is so uncomfortable.

I made soup. Do you want some?

I really do.

So how did you know that man?

He was an old flame.

Is he twelve?

Problem is I've now given him
a chance to go to ground.

I think I'd better make tracks.

Berlin, if you care to join?

I didn't give you a dare.

Oh, go on then.

Do air guitar.

No, that's pointless.

Well, dares are pointless.

The point of them,
is to be pointless.

Come on.

(Sighs)

What, you look like you're
stroking a tiny gerbil, don't do that.

Give me more.

I need much more.

Yes.

(Villanelle laughing)
That was...

That was amazing.

Ridiculous.

Goodbye, villanelle. Be good.

Carolyn?

I'm sorry I tried to kill you.

(Phone ringing)

(Indistinct chatter over TV)

Oh, that guy is lazy.

He's going home this week.

Oh, uh, I haven't
told you the news.

I got villanelle out.

She's free.

What?

I thought you'd want to know.

Do you know what passion is?

People think it's sex,
excitement.

But the actual definition
of passion is to suffer.

That's what it is
about villanelle, isn't it?

You love this, don't you?

It delights you.

I think it delights you.

This is what you want.

You have no idea.

(Theme music playing)