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The Peel Company own vast amounts
of sensitive information.

- We’ve kept an eye on them.
- Welcome. Operation Manderley.

There’s a new girl in town.
Uh-oh.

- M.I.6 are looking for her?
- Eve Polastri.

She’s forgotten all about you.

Do you know where Villanelle is?

- Carolyn know you’re here?
- I offer you what she won’t.

Not enough money in freelance.
You’d be my pimp.

- Your partner. 50-50?
- She’s behind that door!

Konstantin and Villanelle
have chosen their side.

Never go behind my back again ever.

You can go in now.

Sorry, Carolyn.

- Oh, do you want one?
- No, thank you.

Bit of a cock-up, this,
isn’t it, really, Carolyn?

I’ve had Paul bending my ear
on the phone all night.

- Did you know his boyfriend left him?
- Oh, dear.

He’ll cheer up.
He just needed a good cry.

Look, if it wasn’t for your
operation in Lebanon last month

we might have got away with this
Russian asset of yours going A.W.O.L.

- Yes.
- But you know what they say.

One cock-up is an accident.

Two cock-ups starts to
look like carelessness.

- Or a threesome.
- Hm.

I think we need to pull the
plug on Operation Manderley.

- No, I don’t think so...
- Please, Carolyn...

Jesus Christ, Carolyn!

If I wanted to get screwed
till my asshole bled,

I’d go down to Torture Garden
on a Friday night

and ask for
the Full Shitting English!

Konstantin was in your house.

The least you could do
was be a passable nanny.

Now I’m the cunny
left holding this shitcake.

It’s all in hand, Helen, I promise.

There’s nothing at all
for you to worry about.

It’s all going according to plan.

You’re certain?

You have my word.

Good.
Thank you, Carolyn.

Sorry, I got a bit cross.

Not at all.

Oh, what shall I tell Paul?

Tell him...

I’m sorry to hear
about his boyfriend.

There are plenty more fish
in the sea.

She just won’t shut up
about being vegan.

If you don’t like her,
don’t go out with her.

I like her body,
I just don’t like her.

Good weekend, Eve?

Is Gwyneth Paltrow’s head
in a box here somewhere?

I’ll put your head in a box.

We need to find The Ghost, right?

- So we find her.
- What about Villanelle?

- What about her?
- So, catch us up.

Carolyn called last night.

Alister Peel’s godson,
Jonathan McVey,

died of a heart attack last week.

He was in his office alone,
no C.C.T.V.

So I have been
looking through everything

to see if anyone connected to
Alister Peel has died recently.

- And?
- Whatever this is,

it’s been planned for a long time.

Ten months ago, Peel’s C.E.O. died
from a reaction to insulin.

His ex-girlfriend died
from anaphylactic shock

- on holiday six months ago.
- How did we miss this?

Because none of it looked
suspicious at the time.

He had type-1 diabetes, she had
a severe shellfish allergy.

These deaths were made
to look... natural.

Almost... accidental.

Hugo? Put that Oxford degree you
never talk about to good use.

Get us a meeting with Aaron Peel
before he keels over.

So?

Tonight.

Don’t be a snot.

This kind of work
pays a lot of money.

- It’s boring.
- Then make it fun.

Show Eve Polastri
what she’s missing, huh?

Show her how boring this other
woman is compared to you.

Come.

- What’s with the shirt?
- Come!

Seriously, do not go
shopping on your own again.

Ohh!

This so... boring!

What are you talking about?

This is great art.
All of this is masterpieces.

- Sure, masterpieces.
- Yeah.

Every picture is just grapes
or naked women.

Wow.

They look like bacon.

Hey, guys.
How are you doing today?

- Great.
- Coffee, kombucha?

No, thanks. We have
a meeting with Aaron Peel.

Cool.

If you could just sign these,
I’ll let him know you’re here.

- What are these?
- Basic N.D.A. forms.

Everyone who enters the
building needs to sign them.

What really annoys me
is that these teenagers

probably make ten times our salary.

They sit around on bean bags,
talking about

which Doctor Who companion
they’d like to spaff off to!

Rose Tyler.

Come on. She’s adorable.

What? It was free.

- Sorry to keep you.
- No problem.

I presume this is about Dad.
Do you know who did it?

I’m afraid this meeting
isn’t about your father.

That’s a change, at least.

I’m sick to death of talking
about the old bastard.

Sorry. We understand how
difficult this must be for you.

Yeah, it is.

But not as difficult as it is
for any of you

to tell us what happened to our father.
Great job, team!

We’ve come to ask you about
the sale of your company.

- Why?
- Is that not alright?

Of course it’s alright.

I’ve just no idea
why it’d be of any interest.

You could almost say
it’s none of your business.

We think there may be a connection.
As you must know,

several of your father’s
friends and colleagues

have died over the past year.

My father employed
nearly 20,000 people.

People do die, I’m afraid.

Thanks for the heads up.
So... what exactly is for sale?

For clarification.

Wow.

Carry on.

I asked exactly which parts
of this company are currently for sale.

Mr. Peel respectfully declines
to answer the question.

Could you tell us
who you might be selling to?

Mr. Peel respectfully declines
to answer the question.

All right, thank you
for your time, Mr. Peel.

- People are being murdered.
- Eve!

Most of them are intimately
connected to your father.

If we find out you are selling
anything you shouldn’t be

or if any of this is illegal...

- My client is not obliged...
- What d’you think we’re doing?

Do you want to take a look around,

see if you can find weapons
grade plutonium hidden?

Jesus!

If you two are our nation’s great hope,
I’ll start building the bunker now.

You know that this is all over, right?

Intelligence, secret services,
nations, all of it.

How can it go on,
when companies like this one

own more information than the
Pentagon and M.I.6 combined?

You’re done, finished.

Yes?

I’m afraid your regular cleaner
can’t make it today.

They’ve sent me instead.

Wow! You look amazing!

Can I take a picture of you
for my Instagram?

No. No, of course not.

Don’t be pathetic.

Get a real life!

Lame.

What is this?

Hagelslag.

- Hm?
- No.

Did you get a good look?

Are you ready?

Nobody’s into farmyard animals.

- Freak.
- Please! Stop it.

I need you to concentrate.

Don’t behave like a little girl.

How is your daughter, Konstantin?

Do you think she will be okay
without her father to protect her?

She’ll be fine. She’s strong.

Stronger than you, maybe.

I think Eve Polastri
has made you go a little soft.

- Ohh!
- [Heavy clattering }}

Aww.

Are you okay?
You poor thing.

I’m gonna get myself
to sleep tonight

imagining kicking Aaron Peel
out of a window onto a railing.

Oh, God, yeah. Railing
straight through the face.

Do you think he killed his father?

I don’t know.

But bullies are really just cowards.

Pretty cowardly to get someone
else to do your dirty work.

Yeah, but...
do you think he’s the kind of guy

who would trust a woman
to do anything dirty?

Sorry to interrupt,
but there’s another body.

Alister Peel’s secretary.

We’ve done the bathroom.

- Okay. This is not great.
- No.

Do they know how she died?

On the face of it, heart attack.

These deaths are becoming
more frequent.

It’s not good.
Something’s gonna happen.

I mean, it’s one thing
getting murdered,

but the indignity of being
found bleaching your mustache.

She worked with him for years.

So she would’ve known where the
bodies were buried, so to speak.

- She doesn’t like blood.
- Huh?

The Ghost.
It’s always clean... quiet.

A considerate assassin.
That’s a first.

Hm.

Hello.

- Are you cold?
- A little.

Poor thing.

But maybe you should have
thought of that

before you did this job, eh?

Maybe if you were not a whore
and had a real job,

you would not be
standing in the street.

I’m just about to go on my break.

How much?

Only kidding.

This is fun. Mm-hm.

Ohh.

No, no, no, close the curtains.

Close them.

Close the curtains.
I do not like to be watched.

Hey, are you listening to me?

What is this? Please stop.

I asked you to stop!

No, no, no, no, no.

So everyone can see me.
I don’t want this!

I’ve heard about this.
Very popular, apparently.

You bitch! No, no, no, I don’t...
I don’t want this.

I’ll pay you.
I’ll... I’ll pay you.

I’ll... I’ll pay you
whatever you want.

I’m sorry, I did not mean
to call you a bitch. I...

I am so sorry. Please...

Please...

Agh!

Please, I have a wife.

I have a baby.

Oh, my God.

Sara.

Please forgive me! I am sick!
I won’t do this again, I promise!

Please stop this!

I love you! Sara!

I'm gonna kill you!

Blimey!
It’s realistic, isn’t it?

Argh!

Is that you, Eve?

- Oh...
- Hi, Eve.

- This is Jordan.
- Jordan?

- Hi.
- He’s our new security guard.

Oh, my God.

Niko, I forgot to tell you.

- I’m just gonna...
- No.

It’s fine, Jordan.

It’s not your fault.

- Yeah, can you give us a minute?
- Sure.

- Why didn’t you tell me?
- I am sorry. I have been...

I have been so busy.

Everyone on the team
has to have protection.

Why? Because of Villanelle?

Is that what the scene
at my school was all about?

No.

It may surprise you,
my job isn’t all about her.

I work at M.I.6, Niko.

They are taking precautions
to keep us safe. That is all.

You know what? I have
a rough enough time at work.

Coming home to this is not fun.

You don’t need to tell me.

I’m going upstairs. I need to work.
Sorry that annoys you.

Eve, please, listen to me.

Having a security guard
is not normal.

- That is...
- Listen. None of this is normal.

And... having a wife
who tries to gaslight me

into thinking that it is,
isn’t normal either.

- And it’s not kind.
- Yeah.

- Well, maybe I’m not kind.
- No, Eve, you are.

You are so kind.

You’re the best person I know.

Always have been.

It’s why I love you.

Come back.

- What?
- How did that feel?

It didn’t feel like anything.

Is that what it’s going to be
from now on?

Scorned wives and scumbags?

Why do you care who they are?

I don’t care.

- Can we go home now?
- Home?

What do you mean, "home"?
Where is that, exactly?

I’m going back to London.

Give that up. She’s not
interested in you anymore.

- As if!
- Don’t make me regret this.

Oh, what else
were you going to do, hm?

Dead man.

Sleep well.

You have a long day
of nothing tomorrow.

Hello, Len.
How was the anniversary party?

Absolutely fantastic,
thank you, Mrs. Martens.

Poor Janey had a cold, though.
Sod’s law.

Oh, that was bad luck.

They gave us a lovely spread, though.
Absolutely terrific stuff.

And for the amount we had,
it was very reasonable indeed.

That’s good.

All in all, it was a lovely day.

- Thanks, Len.
- I’ll see you tomorrow, then.

A.I.V.D, please.

Het is Carolyn Martens.

Ja.

Hugo has spoken to
Aaron Peel’s assistant.

He says, "Thanks for the offer
of protection, but no, thanks."

Well, we tried. Bye, Aaron.

Nice knowing you.

Jess, I’d like you to go
to Amsterdam.

Amazing.
Oh, I forgot I was pregnant.

A man’s been murdered.
Found in a red-light district window.

A bit of a butcher shop, apparently.

What has this got to do with Peel?

We just like to be sure.

Are you thinking
it could be Villanelle?

How are you getting on
with The Ghost?

- Uh... we’re getting there.
- Good.

The flight’s in a few hours.

But is it safe...
for Jess to go, I mean?

I think I can handle it, thank you.

Jess is very experienced.

- Of course.
- Focus on the job at hand.

This Peel situation is starting
to look like a bloodbath.

I don’t do girls. Sorry.

Oh, I’m just looking.

Er... not at you.
I’m waiting for someone.

We got an email.

The toxicology report on Linda.
It was a nerve agent.

She had it on her fingertips
and upper lip.

Oh. It was in
the mustache bleach.

Eww.

There’s something else in there too.
Desflurane.

What’s that?

An inhalational anesthetic.

An inhalational anesthetic?

Put in a cream
that goes under your nose.

Wow, that is smart.

And thoughtful.

She wanted it to be painless.

What kind of assassin is that?

Er... a nice one?

She can make it painless
because she knows about drugs.

She knows how to tailor each death
to make it look accidental.

Uh... Kenny, check the database.

Any women in the medical profession,
non-white, over 35,

who have been in any kind of
trouble in the last few years.

Anyone struck off, any
allegations, any court cases.

- She’s a nurse or... a doctor.
- Right.

And... And run that check
against cleaners

who’ve worked at McVey
and Linda’s building.

Mm.

This is taking ages.

It’s a computer.
It’s not magic.

Right. I’m starving.
We’re getting dinner.

- Listen, I can’t.
- I’ll stay with Kenny.

It’s 1 am. We’ve got to eat.

Go on. It’s my treat.

We’ll go somewhere fancy.

I think I once got a hand-job in here.
Under this very table.

That is so romantic.

- It really was, actually.
- Do you ever not talk about sex?

Why would I?
What else is there?

Ohh.

God! This is amazing!

I told you.

What do they put in it?

I don’t know.

Crack?

Orphans?

I don’t care if that’s true.
Seriously.

If it tastes this good,

grind up an orphan
and fry it in crack.

Mm.

Good time, honey?
Want to have a good time?

I’ve got everything you want,
I’ve got ups and downs.

I don’t want any of your rat poison.

I’ve got top quality stuff -
100% organic.

Sure!

Wait.

What do you have?

God, this is disgusting.

- Can I have it back, then?
- No.

I haven’t smoked since college.

- Desperate times!
- Yeah!

Are you excited?

- Excited?
- About The Ghost.

You seem a little bit... tweaked.

Not in a bad way.

I get it, seriously.

I wanted this job for exactly
the same reason that you did.

And what reason is that?

I didn’t want to die of boredom.

Yeah, I am excited.

God, it sounds gross to say that.

Can I ask you something?

What’s the deal...
with you and Villanelle?

I don’t know.

She fancies you, doesn’t she?

Everything isn’t all about sex, Hugo.

Isn’t it?

What is it?

Do you like watching her
or do you like being watched?

Both.

Oh, my God, he found her.

Hey! Hey, there is a line!
Don’t you have any manners?

Hey! Agh!

I hate you!

I hate you! Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

I know, Mom. I know!

Mom! Stop!
They wrote a card, it'll be on its way.

Look. I gotta go ok?
I've got to go to work.

Okay, bye, Ma.

- Did you drop this?
- I don’t think so.

- Should I take it?
- I guess. You found it.

What if one of the kids got it
in a birthday card

and I’m putting it in my pocket
like an asshole?

So leave it.

What would you do?

- I would take it.
- You know what? You...

You have it, then.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Just waiting.

Do you want us to shoot you
in front of your kids?

It’ll be easier if you come with me.

Are you ready?

I’m ready.

I wish she were a bit more fun.

Not everyone can be
as exciting as you know who.

- Your new job.
- Villanelle’s skills?

- Konstantin’s contacts?
- She must be bored.

If you start killing people for free,
we are both in trouble.

Someone doesn’t want
a paper trail on you.

- What are you saying?
- Eve, it’s a crazy idea.

You know, it’s very brave
what you’re doing.

No guts, no glory, right?

What does Mum
think about all this?

Are you sure, Eve? Speak now
or forever hold your peace.

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