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Eve! Eve! Eve!

- Ohhhhh!
- Darling, what is it?

- I can't!
- Oh, my God, darling!

Wake up, it's okay.

It's okay! I-I...

Baby! It's okay.
Wake up, wake up!

What was it?
Was it... Was it...

I fell asleep on both my arms.

Oh.

Oh, they're coming back now.

Mnh. Oh.

Jesus, my heart.

You freak.

- I'm sorry, it was scary.
- Yeah. It was.

Ohh, Jesus! My head.

Ugh.

What time did we leave
last night?

It all ended when you and Bill
sang "A Whole New World."

Oh, yeah.

No one could follow that.

Well, at least we have
the whole weekend to reco...

Ugh.

- Oh. Oh, my God.
- Happy Saturday.

- You were superb last night.
- Thank you.

What's going on?

Oh, did you get me a croissant?

No. Do you want
the rest of this?

Of course I want
the rest of that.

Mmm!

How are you so perky?
You left after I did.

I went for a run this morning,
then I ate some coal.

Apparently it's a thing.
I feel great.

Okay, from what I can
eavesdrop on,

a Russian sex-trafficking
politician's

been murdered in Vienna.

- Oh, no.
- I know, bum-out.

Why are they crying about it here?
Don't know.

- Was it a contract kill?
- I don't know.

You really earn your money,
you know?

- I have no idea what we do here.
- Get me a croissant.

Right. Everyone's in there
with Frank.

- God.
- And oh, Lord.

- It's Carolyn Martens.
- Who?

MI6. Russia desk.

Ugh, I'd nail a cousin
to work with that woman.

- Stone-cold badass.
- I'll put in a good word.

No, please don't.
You're the late one.

Professional.

Where did you get that?

Okay. Well, thank you all
for giving us your Saturday.

Turns out people
are still murderous bastards

on the weekend.

This is Carolyn Martens,
head of the Russian desk.

- You've met Bill Pargrave.
- Hi.

And his late assistant.

Eve Polastri.
My apologies...

They assess and provide
diplomatic protection

for visitors to the UK
and will be your liaison.

It was Bill's birthday party
last night.

They don't normally look
this sweaty.

It was just a spontaneous thing.

Mm-hmm.

Good morning.

There's been an assassination
in Vienna.

Victor Kedrin
was a Russian politician

visiting Austria last week.

He was not a popular man.

But he had an unfortunately
high profile.

Yesterday,
Kedrin was coming out of

an exceptionally good,
by the way, sushi restaurant

near Stephansplatz with his
girlfriend, Kasia Molkovska.

Somehow, about 50 yards
from the restaurant,

the assassin managed to slice
Kedrin's femoral artery

with a blade without him
or his girlfriend noticing.

He was bleeding for about
a minute before he collapsed.

Cool.

His girlfriend is the only
witness, but she fled the scene.

Interpol traced her here
to the UK.

She was picked up
in Hammersmith this morning

and needs protection.

- 20 quid it was a woman.
- Sorry?

Sorry. Nothing.

We'll be sure to sort it.

Was there any CCTV of the killer?

No. No, as far as we know,
it was just a blind spot.

Thank you for your... time.

I imagine the girl is, erm,
quite traumatized.

She's the only witness.

Surround her with humans,
will you?

I said it was probably a woman.

Victor Kedrin was a misogynist
and a sex trafficker.

He may not have considered
a passing woman a threat.

She must have been able
to get close.

Thank you.
Thank you, Eve.

Ohh.

She said, "Eve."

Congratulations.

Give me the rest of that,
or I'll fire you.

I want to meet that witness.

- If I'm right, then...
- No. Not your job.

Get her secure
and get her some clothes.

Please don't make this a thing.
I'm feeling very fragile.

I'm telling you, it's a woman.

Happy birthday, Bill.

It was just a bit of karaoke, Frank.

Ohh.

Oh.

Ohh!

Mm.

Merci, Lulu.

Wow.

Beautiful.

Villanelle?

Villanelle.

I can see you breathing.

- Meerh!
- Argh!

Oy!

- I got you!
- Yes.

- A bit, admit it. A tiny bit.
- A tiny bit, yes.

Were you scared?
No.

- Did you think I was dead?
- No.

- Would you be sad?
- Of course.

Oh! Your face.

I got you.

How was Vienna?

Good. Mm. Quick.

- But I'm tired.
- Of course.

Do you want to stay
and watch a movie?

- No, I can't. I'm sorry.
- "No, I can't. I'm sorry."

They want me to give you this.

- Bonus?
- Yes.

Because I'm sensational.

Oh, yes. Of course.

And they want you to do
another job.

When?

We know it's a tight turnaround.

Tomorrow.

- All information is on there.
- Sure.

Tuscany will be beautiful
right now.

- You want to come?
- No.

Well, can I take someone else?

I just want someone
to play with.

You play in Tuscany.

And we will watch a movie
when you come back.

- You don't mean that.
- "You don't mean that."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Aw.

Nice face.

That looks terrifying.
Does it burn?

No, it just strips your stomach
so you can't feel anything.

Oh, cool. Okay, so,
her name is Kasia Molkovska.

And we'll need two officers
on each shift.

Mm.

Oh, Jesus. That's gross.

Where do they want her overnight?

Uh, don't know.

They haven't transferred her
from the station yet.

- Really? Hammersmith?
- Mm-hmm.

So she's still there?

Yeah. Apparently,
she's a bit of a character.

Okay, um...

You know, I'm gonna... I'm gonna
pop down there quickly.

Why?

No reason.

Just get those officers assigned
to her, and I'll sign off.

Did we sing Disney?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Damn.

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

Done the report?
Mm-hmm.

Okay. Good work.

Now... cough up.

- What?
- 20 quid.

CCTV from Vienna turned up.
It was a bloke.

What? What?
Since the meeting?

- Yeah. Frank just said.
- No, he said there wasn't...

- 20 quid.
- Have you seen it?

- Of course not.
- Why not?

Stop it!

There's a difference
between thinking it was a woman

- and wanting it to be a woman.
- Who's a woman?

You'll get the rest
when I see the tape.

I'm going to try to throw up.

I suggest you do, too.

I wanna see that CCTV.

What was that all about?

Nothing.

I'm going to the station.

- Why?
- Just don't tell Bill.

You're the best. I love you.
You're amazing. Goodbye.

Bye.

Ciemno bylo...

Nie wiem...

Wy swinie...

Nie mozna wam wierzyc...

Wszyscy jestescie chujami...

I'm sorry.
She's unintelligible.

She's mainly swearing.

Oh, that's okay.
She's had a hell of a night.

I-I just need to know
if she's aware of anyone

who might wanna harm her
while she's in the country.

Czy myslisz,
ze cos Ci grozi w tym kraju,

ktos chce Cie skrzywdzic?

Poor thing.
Can someone get her a tea?

Max?

Has she mentioned Vienna

or anything about
her boyfriend's killer?

I think she's saying
that they were drunk

or she's drunk now.

She mentioned a plank of wood.

Was it tall or... dark?

God, I'm sorry.

Ask her if it was
a man or a woman?

To byl mezczyzna czy kobieta?

Ale decha.

Psycholka...

Do piet mi nie dorasta.

Does anyone in the department
speak heroin Polish?

No, I mean, I'm serious.

You know, uh, Max, we need
to get her to a facility.

Thanks.

Rusz dupe I do lózka!

- Oh, you speak Polish?
- Uh, no. My husband is Polish.

Oh, you know,
I've just picked up

a... a couple of phrases.

Thanks, Max.

What did she say?

"Get your arse into bed."

- Sorry.
- Oh.

- I wasn't flirting.
- Hmm.

How are you?

Oh, I thought you'd be
straight to bed.

Oh, I'm soldiering through.

It's a great turn-out.

Yeah. Bunch of animals!

Wanna play?

Oh, with a gin and tonic,
definitely.

Uh, I need to steal Dom
for a minute.

- Dom?
- Mm-hmm.

Should I be jealous?

Always be jealous.

I need you, too.
Don't worry.

Right, I'll get him.

Kasia:

- Whoa, she's flying.
- Yeah.

The translator couldn't get
anything clear out of her.

You recognize anything, Dom?
It might be teenage Polish.

- What do you need?
- Uh, just the description of

the person she saw
while she was on the street.

Here she goes.
Tall. Dark.

If I say to you, "ale decha,"
what does that mean?

Um. What?

What do you think?
Ale decha?

I don't wanna comment, but...

I mean, they're lovely, but...

Say it.

"Ale decha" is... small breasts.

- Flat-chested. Like a plank.
- Oh, my God!

See, this kid is using slang

your Ethel wouldn't be familiar with.

Your killer was a...
"a small-breasted psycho,"

apparently.

Excellent translating work.

Hey.
Uh. Hi.

I was counting on you
not having a life.

Uh, wait, why are you
still at the office?

My sister and her arsehole baby
are staying with me

while she goes for interviews.
I get more sleep here.

What do you want from me?

Can you pull Margit Polsen
from the registry

and any other active female
assassins under the age of 45?

Okay. Hold on.

I got Margie. Go.

Uh, how big are her tits?
Breasts.

Okay. I know
you're into assassins,

but I refuse to talk
about them in this way.

They're people, too, you know?
Elena!

Massive. She appears to have
massive, pendulous breasts.

Is that doing it for you?

Thank you.
Are there any others on file?

There are just two more on record.

I'm just pulling them up.

Um, Katrina Voltrinski
and Wendi Helmsen.

What's this about?

Oh, they're...
they're both dead.

Are there any alerts up
for new ones?

No.

Okay. Thanks.

Oh, and don't tell anyone
I asked for that.

Of course.
All our hotlines

are completely
confidential, madam.

Piss off.

Thank you.

All right.

Oh...

Nonno!

Ohh.

Nonno!

Argh!

Nonno!

Nonno!

Oh.

Do you want cheese on it?

Uh, no.

Uh, yes.
Yes, please.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ah.

- Jesus.
- Uh-huh.

All that from a tiny puncture.

It's so awful.
It's impressive.

And... awful. Yeah.

Dinner?

How would you kill me
if you could?

Um, I don't know.
Push you down the stairs?

No, seriously. They'd...
They'd come for you immediately.

I don't know.
Flatter you to death.

Okay.
How would you kill me?

I'd paralyze you with saxitoxin

and suffocate you in your sleep.

Chop you into the smallest bits
I could manage,

boil you down, put you in a blender,

then take you to work in a flask

and flush you down
a restaurant toilet.

You've really thought about that.

Smart, huh?
Very.

Sexy?
Hugely.

- Do you want supper?
- Ooh. Yes. Thank you.

- Okay. Love you.
- Love you.

Bin?

Do you want to have sex?

Sure.

Mm.

You know, someone is lying about the CCTV.

Bill?

No.

What did he say about the recording?

I didn't tell him.

I need to get more.

And I need her consent to record...
her.

- How bad have you been?
- Really bad.

You're in the wrong department.

- Yes.
- You should have been a spy.

Exactly. Thank you.

Mm.

Sorry! Sex.

I'm actually knackered.

Oh, good. Okay.

Can I get Dom's number?

What?

Afternoon, everybody.

Mnh.

Do you think you could
excuse your guests?

Au revoir.

Three days ago,

one of Moscow's
most controversial politician

was found professionally murdered

in a pretty street in Vienna.

Very good.

The murder took place in a CCTV blind spot.

Also good.

The politician's girlfriend

was reportedly with him while he died.

Fine.

And was not harmed.

Not so good.

She is currently in London,
where she will be interviewed

as a principal witness to the murder.

Bad.

Which will take place tomorrow.

Very bad.

Have you had a haircut?

Yes.

Hmm.

Your train leaves in an hour.

So keep the job tidy, huh?

Your fancy hairpin
is all over the press.

Don't worry.
I got another one.

- It's not funny.
- It was a bit.

They won't catch me.

- They might.
- They won't.

- No, listen, they might.
- They won't.

Make it look like suicide.

First class?

Of course.

- Lunch swap?
- Sure.

Oh. Your wife
is an artist.

She's a control freak.

Can I eat this cold?

Yeah.
Just don't tell Niko.

How is he?

He's really well.

He's really nice.

He's really well.

Okay. Is that what you've been
wanting to talk about?

You've been weirdly casual all morning.

I don't want to talk about that.

Spit it out.

You've got as long
as this pie lasts.

Okay.

The Kedrin assassin was a woman.

Oh, my God!
I interviewed the witness, and she confirmed it...

I'll give you the 20 quid
to shut up.

- There was CCTV.
- No, no, no, no.

See, there wasn't any CCTV

until after I suggested
it might be a woman.

Did you just say
you interviewed the witness?

- Eve! What's happened to you?
- Nothing. Nothing happened.

You're going mad.
Nothing ever happens.

And, see, now this woman is happening,

and either someone is
stopping it from coming out

or someone is too lazy to follow it up.

Are you accusing me of something?

I don't know. Maybe.

Yes!
Maybe you're being lazy!

And so what
if it is a woman, anyway?

I don't care if it was an alien.

Yeah, but she's... she's new,
and she's prolific, Bill.

- Look.
- It's not our job.

I've been compiling
these cases for months.

Tuscany yesterday.

Kasia is the only lead we have,

and, tomorrow morning,
she's someone else's witness.

Yes, and they'll interview her

and find it all out
for themselves.

What if they're in on it?

In on what?

I don't know.
I just think... it's weird.

Our job is weird,
but it's also boring.

I'm... sorry if your husband
is boring you, too,

but that doesn't give you
an excuse to go rogue at work.

You could get in a lot of trouble
if I was a serious man.

Trouble's not interested in me.

Go to the hospital,

make sure your witness
is cozy and safe,

then go home and don't do anything weird.

It's only two or three
questions.

Just say you're her cousin.

I'm with the security team
monitoring Kasia Molkovska.

Last on the left.

Ask for Nurse Watkins.

You can't miss her.
She's in the "fun" scrubs.

Eve Polastri.

Hi. Is Kasia awake?

Uh, she's not fit
for interview, I'm afraid.

Oh, no. I know.
This is a relative of Kasia's.

He just wanted
to say hi quickly.

Oh, lovely.
Okay, uh, just take a seat.

I'll let you know
when she's ready.

Great. Thank you.

- Is this legal?
- It's fine.

Wait here a sec.

I'm just gonna pop to the loo.

We should have brought her
some chocolate or something.

I'll see what I can find.

Are you all right?

Wear it down.

- Hi.
- Where are you?

On the loo.

There was no CCTV.

What?

It's annoying me, but you were right.

We've been bullshat.

Keep that girl safe.

The rest of that.

Mmm!

How are you so perky?
You left after I did.

I went for a run this morning,
then I ate some coal.

Dom?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Oh, Jesus! Dom?!

Dom?!

Oh, my God, Kasia!
Oh, God, God, Kasia!

Oh, my God!
Oh, Kasia. Oh, Kasia.

Please.
Please, stay with me.

Somebody help me!
Oh, my God!

Somebody help me!

Kasia, stay with me.

Stay with me. No, no.

Bedzie dobrze.

Bedzie dobrze.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh! Somebody help me!

Oh!

If they fire you, you'd better
drag me down with you.

- No, you're not doing that.
- I am.

I've been looking for an excuse

to call Frank a dick-swab for years.

I'm the dick-swab.

I should have requested more security.

You had two armed officers.
You did the right thing.

You're brilliant.

Just don't tell them everything.

You'll sound like a nutter.

Right.

The boy's parents are here.

Apparently, they thought
he was playing bridge.

Have you made your statement?

Mm.

Well...

that one could have gone better.

I don't want to say
you only had one job...

Oh, piss off, Frank.

I don't think
you should speak to me like that

right now, Eve.

Can you...
Can you just tell me

what I need to do?

From what I've managed
to gather,

you have conducted
an illegal investigation.

You've manipulated a witness.
You've put a minor in danger.

- Oh, please.
- And on top...

Don't interrupt me, Bill.

On top of that,
you failed at your actual job,

no doubt because
you were so busy

executing your pretend job,

which I believe
was going to earn you 20 quid.

And which you both seem to think

is the most important thing
about this case.

No. The most important thing

is that I was right about the fact...

No. No, the most important thing, Eve,

is that four people are dead,
and it's all your fault!

What were you right about?

Kasia described the killer
as "ale decha,"

which means flat-chested.

No one would ever...
How do you know that?

Because I secretly recorded
the interview

and brought it home
and asked Dom and my husband

to translate it for me!

You're fired.

- You're a dick-swab.
- Oi!

- Sorry.
- Thank you, Bill.

No, I was gonna call you
a dick-swab.

Clearly there's going to be

some reshuffling
in your department.

I suggest you both leave,
immediately.

Your things
will be biked to you.

- Just to be clear, Frank...
- You're fired.

Excellent. Thank you.

Eve.

H-Hi.

Is there... anything you need
at the shop?

What?

Milk or...

Uh...

Married?

Yes.

You?

A few times, yes.

Uh, it's really nice of you
to come and... whatever this is.

Um, do you...
do you want milk?

We think she's been operating

for 2 years across 10 countries.

She's highly skilled,
as yet untraceable,

and, frankly,
she's starting to show off.

When you're feeling perkier...

I'd like to buy you breakfast

at the Purple Penguin restaurant

by Charing Cross.

Thursday. 9:00 a.m.

I'll wait for 10 minutes.

Right. Buy some milk.

Oh. Oh.

Or he'll think
you're having an affair.

Oh, no, I don't think
he'd ever think that.

They all think
we're having affairs

before they think
we're secret agents.

Oh, no, I think Niko would
assume I was an agent

before ever thinking that
I was having an affair.

You might want to make him think

you're having an affair, then.

Hope to see you Thursday.