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The Socialist Squad.

Anarchists with Attitude.

The Disrupters.

Er, who hasn't suggested one?

Carolina, bitte.

Chaos Club?

What a burning furnace
of creative thought!

I should arrive late more often.

If you're so clever, what do
you think we should be called?

Well, Beethoven named
his greatest symphony, No. 3.

So?

So, how many of us are there?

God, you're sexy
when I'm right.

I think Carolina
fancies me.

That's okay.
I fancy her boyfriend.

- The mute in the suit?
- Hmm.

I don't think I've ever
heard him speak.

Perhaps, I prefer
my men mysterious.

There's nothing
more thrilling than a secret.

Well, I have
a secret for you.

She might just be
really, really...

boring.

Johan!
Hey, look over here.

Can you cut it out, Oliver?

This is an anarchist meeting,
not a kid's birthday party.

So, Karl...

your place or your place?

My place is bit of a no-go.

Oh, well, my place
is bit of a no-go too, so...

Don't get attached to them.

Don't worry.

I won't.

Tschuss.

Oh.

Hi.

Hi.

Bye.

Do you know how many service
rules you've just broken?

I learned from the best.

You just promise me,

you won't get killed
by some Soviet toerag

- on your first posting.
- Oh.

I'll never live it down
at the club.

Which club is that?

The one you go to with your
foreign office friends?

Or the one
you go to afterwards?

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Carolyn.

There's just too much
breakfast, Benita.

Don't you have a home to go to?

Your husband is an asshole.

Ah.

Do you want to know
something funny?

Please.

He's a firefighter.

He's supposed to be...

stopping burns,
not making them.

Oh.

When we first met,

- he was charming, you know.
- Hmm.

Now, every time
I cook him something,

I pray he choke on it.

I can help you...

if that's what you want.

I...

I know what you did

to the man with the
toe in the nose

I found a finger
under the bed.

If that's what he deserved,

what does Camilo deserve?

You threw me in the water,
and now I have an ear infection.

Do that stunt again
and I'll chop you

into small, tiny pieces
and eat you.

So what's next for my
training programme?

Close your eyes.

Close them.

You don't trust me.

Erm, you said you'd eat me.

Look in the bags.

We're going to spend a nice afternoon
together playing dress-up.

What's wrong with my clothes?

No, nothing wrong
with your clothes.

It's great if you want people
to avoid you at the party.

But what if you want them
to like you,

what if you
want to charm them?

Or if you want them
to fall in love with you?

Wow! You look amazing.

Oh.

Eve?

Hey.

So you are alive.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

- Do you have someone in there?
- What? No.

You totally do, don't you?

Wait. Just wait.

I'm just, erm...

catching up on s-sleep.

Is that what they call it
these days?

Erm, can we do this later?

What is that?

That is everything I could find
on Oliver Schubert.

Oh, and that's, er, like a
Dummy's Guide to the Cold War.

Great. I've been
meaning to catch up.

So he's no longer
a photographer.

He's a Classics professor.

And you are a student
with an interest

in the radical 1970s politics,

and you have a meeting
with him in, er, two hours.

Have you been colouring?

Is that what you
didn't want me to see?

It's mindfulness exercise.

Mindfulness? What is this?

I'm drawing my dreams.

Anyway, if I'm going to make
this meeting, I have to prepare.

Yeah, I'm... I'm not
stopping you.

Yusuf, can we have
some boundaries, please?

Yeah. Okay.

- Sorry.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm just gonna piss.
- Oh, no, wait. Wait.

Oh, you found me.

Hello, Camilo.

It's impressive, right?

Do you see this?
Do you know who I am?

You know who I am?

Let me tell you something.

Women don't
stay silent forever.

No, no, no, no.

You okay, chica?

Okay, so you take her
at 10:00 a.m.

Let's say Helene discovers
her missing, 11:00 a.m.

So she could be arriving
in London any minute now.

Let her squirm.

What really happened in Paris?

I went to Helene's.

She got Villanelle
out of prison.

So you thought,
child abduction?

Well, you have to hit her
where it hurts.

And this. This'll hurt.

What do we do now?

We torture the hostage?

Torture?

We're gonna go on
an adventure.

- Yeah?
- Yes, yes, yeah.

Wait, take your bag.

And let's say,
"Bye to you, sir!"

- Goodbye!
- Bye!

Bye!

This is me.

Why have you never
brought me here before?

Because we've never been
in such desperate need

of my father's whisky
collection before.

And because you hate
the bourgeoisie, remember?

So I'll entirely understand

ff you don't want to come in.

Let me know if you find
any friends behind that.

Thank you.

It will be me
up there, before long.

- Oh?
- Er, I'm writing a novel.

- Oh.
- Yeah, like, erm, Kafka,

but... better.

Mm.

That sounds
quite unbelievable.

How many pages
have you written?

Erm...

Lots.

Lots.

Yeah.

Well,
if you can drink as many drinks

as you've written pages,

you might have a better time.

That ring...
your girlfriend's wearing,

she fiddles with it
when she fibs.

Yeah, she does it whenever
she says something nice to me.

- Baby.
- Ha!

You know this bottle cost
more than my car?

Oh, well, in that case,

it's time to raid the garage
for the good stuff.

Shut up.

Who wants to trash the place?

Is it done?

Come here.

It looks better on you.

You wanna go shopping?

These are some of my friends.

They all have
their own Camilos.

Would you help them?

Okay,

But then I have my own Camilo.

Hello, Carolina.

Janice?

Janice was just a front.

As was almost everything else
you thought you knew about me.

Fancy a sausage?

Five children?

You must have
sacrificed a lot.

Not really.

I distinctly remember
you saying

you wanted to be
bigger than Kafka.

I would have said anything
back then to compete with you.

Thank God, I didn't know
your real name.

Carolyn... Carolina. Hmm.

I would have been desperate
to ditch the extra A.

A sultan and a Sultana
are two very different things.

Johan is alive.

But he drowned.

The police found his body
in the lake.

Someone messed up.

You haven't seen him?

Not since that night
at your father's house.

Nice ring.

- Ugh.
- Carolyn.

I'm glad we've seen
each other again.

I had this image
of what you'd be like,

the kind of life
you'd be living.

It's good to know the reality.

She-Hulk!

Er, in a good way.

Er, like, er, not green,

and with a nice face.

Sorry.

Where do the girls
get the outfits from?

Er, there's a clothes bucket
out back.

Can you, erm,
access the bucket?

I'm, kind of,
access-all-areas me.

I am responsible
with keys, so...

Yeah.

Will you help me?

Of course, I will.

Cool.

I thought you might
like a slushy.

You seem like
a slushy girl to me.

Family's on a walk, so
thought I might as well...

Wow.

You look fierce.

I am fierce.

For your, erm...

services.

Er...

Thanks.

I'm Pam.

Hi, Pam.

People assume Cupid
is a benign figure,

the kind that appears
in cartoon form

on Valentine's cards.

What they do not see

- is the malevolent Cupid...
- I can't see.

...whose divine arrow
brings havoc,

as much as it brings desire.

Here, want to play
with my phone?

Really?

- The tale of Cupid and Psyche...
- Yes, of course.

...is thought of as one of
the world's great love stories.

But what did Psyche have to do?

She had to endure beatings.

Cross rivers, climb cliffs
and finally,

journey to the underworld.

How far will Psyche go?

And who will she have to become

to appease her cosmic masters?

Johan Sveinsson.

I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead,
but my God, he was a prick.

Oh.

A country bumpkin from Iceland,

who fancied himself
as a revolutionary.

You won't find much
in him, though.

He died about three weeks
after this photo was taken.

Took a boat out alone
with a crate of beer,

and accidentally
drowned himself.

Accidentally?
Is that a definite?

What did you say
your thesis was on again?

Failed
socio-political uprisings

in the Soviet occupied
territories, 1975-1989.

A unique psychology
of the thwarted revolutionary.

It's a good title.

Long.

Janice.

- Er, Who's that?
- Johan's girlfriend at the time.

She was British, I think.

Fun, in a spiky sort of way.

Do you know her last name?

I can't remember, I'm afraid.

But I remember a party.
We were all there.

All the Kreuzberg squat gang.

I've... I've got
an old Super 8 reel

in my office somewhere.

Though you'd have to find a projector.

Friend of mine.

Childcare issues.

Erm, I would love
to see the footage

if it's not a problem.

Okay.

Ready? I'm gonna race you.

Okay, ready? Go.
One, two... Oh, go, go, go.

Oh, we had so much fun.

Why don't you show the picture
we drew for Mama?

Oh, wow.

She's really got your likeness.

Mm-hmm.

Don't worry, I didn't
get anything out of her.

She knows nothing about you.

Can I stay here?

Oh!

But I want to stay with Eve.

Can I stay with Eve?

Go to your mum.

Revoir, Eve.

♪ I once had a love

♪ Or did love have me?

♪ It set me free

♪ It set me free

♪ I once had a lover

♪ Or did lover have me?

♪ It

Carolyn.

♪ Set me free

♪ It set me free

Hallo.

I brought sandwiches,

made from strange animal parts.

Oh!

That is what
British people like, no?

That and discussing
the traffic.

Ah, yes, yes.

Sorry, I'm late.

Traffic was a nightmare.

Are you sure you're German?

I'm whatever
you want me to be.

What language is that?

Konstantin Vasiliev.

And don't try to kill me either.

It wouldn't end well for you.

Put it down.

You're Russian.

- Yes.
- KGB?

- Yes.
- You slept with me to get to my father?

- Yes.
- And then you blackmailed him.

Yes.

And now he's dead.

I want to offer you a deal.

I knew something was going on
between you two.

Did you really think
you could lie to me?

You stupid bitch!

Did Carolina's father
have a cabin?

Carolyn,
where are you?

I would appreciate it
if we didn't exchange pleasantries.

I'd rather hoped never
to have to speak to you again.

See, this is already testing
my patience greatly.

Yes, he did.

She took me there once.

Give me five minutes
and I'll send you the address.

Carolyn, are you still there?

Do you think

what might have happened
if we hadn't done what we did?

Are you thinking about...

Yours, yes.

Do you think we might have had
a nice, normal existences?

Kept our children...

Maybe you and I...

I don't know.

Look, you're right.

People like us aren't made
for happy lives with happy endings.

We never were.

Just send me the address.

What do you think?

I think you like it.

I think it's been done.

Aren't you scared
I'm going to kill you?

Isn't that the point?

You know, when I first learnt
you were after me,

I thought you were a bit,

what's the word...

pathetic.

I thought there is someone
who spends her life

peering at more exotic specimens,
like a bird watcher

desperate to fly.

First Villanelle, then me...

You think too highly
of yourself.

But now I get it.

You were down in your basement,
building your own wings.

Shitty pigeon wings.

But wings nonetheless.

Is that what you think?

I found Lars.

I'm going now.

Do you want to come?

Things have gone
really downhill for you.

They're always bad for me.

You just never really saw.

Well, things were bad
for me, too.

Hmm.

You want to hug it out?

Why are you here, Villanelle?

You're going to tell me
where Helene is.

Is that it?

No small talk?

No "how are you, Konstantin?"

How are you, Konstantin?

- So, Helene...
- Mm.

- You want to kill her?
- Yes.

Helene first, and then
the rest of them.

Hmm.

You know, I tried feeling
other people's assholes, but

charity begins at home.

- You never believed in me.
- Ah.

That's not true.

- I always believed that you...
- No, you believed I was a good assassin.

You believed I was good
for The Twelve.

You never believed I could be
anything more than that.

I regret how I was with you.

But I have a new one now and I'm trying to
do things differently with her.

Good for her.

I would love Helene
to disappear,

but I can't tell you
where to find her...

You can't or won't?

Because I don't know.

And because you might think
you can get free of them,

but I don't.

One of them will get you
one day.

You can't train people to kill
and expect them not to turn on you.

Villanelle.

I trained this one up
as well,

before you.

She is crazy.

But she might be able
to help you.

Plus, I think you'll like her.

The problem here, Johan,
or Lars, if you prefer

is that you think
you're too clever by half.

I am sorry

for having hit you
over the head with an oar.

Apology is not accepted.

Completely understandable.
May I come in?

- Hmm.
- I've got a better aim now.

Oh, good.

Well, if you shoot me,
you won't get to hear

all the clever things
I have to say.

Think about that.

What are we waiting for?
Where is Lars?

You'll see.

Just keep watching that door.

Lock.

Did you really think
I wouldn't get back at you?

Villanelle. Villanelle!

Open the door. Open it.

Open it.

Open the door.
Open the damn door.

Do it, Malcolm.

Oh, God! Oh, no! Oh, God!

Oh, no! Oh, God!

Oh, it's OK.