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CAROLYN: How are you getting on with The Ghost?

Oh, my God, he found her.

It'll be easier if you come with me.

A man's been murdered, found in a red light district window.

Is that what it's going to be from now on,

scorned wives and scumbags?

Boring!

Hello?

Some kid is prank-calling the school, making mad complaints.

HUGO: What's the deal with you and Villanelle?

KONSTANTIN: She's not interested in you anymore.

- Are you ready? - I'm ready.

(SLURPING)

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

Oi, prick!

Come out here and show your face!

What the... ugh!

(GROANING AND THUDDING)

(BRUSH MOTORS WHIRRING)

(GASPS AND CHOKES)

(CHOKING AND GURGLING)

What do you think he's saying?

"I can't satisfy my wife in bed!"

"Have you seen Mad Men? It's a masterpiece!"

(EVE CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I don't think yelling's gonna work.

JESS: I don't think anything's gonna work.

- EVE: I wish she were a bit more... - JESS: Forthcoming?

Fun!

She kills people for a living.

You'd think she works in Accounts.

Come on, give us the goods!

Not everyone can be as exciting as you know who.

I think you've been spoiled, Eve.

- Oww! - What happened?

My tooth.

Did you know that babies literally steal the calcium from your teeth?

The little bastard's eating me alive.

Any luck?

JESS: I think Charles might have lost his touch in Afghanistan.

- As well as his leg. - Let me try again.

She's gonna give us something.

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT)

It's unusual, isn't it

to be a woman in your line of work?

Not so much any more.

Oh, so do you know of others?

Yeah. We have a book club.

Why?

I'm... I'm just interested.

Do you want to do it yourself?

No, I don't think I...

I don't think I have the stomach for it.

Then what do you want?

Have you ever met a woman named Villanelle?

Or, uh... Oxana?

They say she's a Dalgyal Gwishin.

What is that?

The Egg Ghost.

The demon with no face.

Villanelle?

- Konstantin! - (GASPS)

- How wonderful to see you. - (CHUCKLES)

How long have you been doing that?

- You told me to get a hobby. - Did I?

Come.

KONSTANTIN: So how are you feeling after Amsterdam?

Mm... I don't understand the question.

The boy's uncle was very grateful for your services.

- He add a tip. - Whoa-ho!

Did you see his numberplate?

- No. - I'd have killed him for free.

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

And broke.

Don't worry your pretty little head about it.

- Mm-hmm? - (SHIP'S HORN BLARES)

(GASPS)

Oh, no, no, no. Come on!

We don't have time for this.

- EVE: Freelance? - It makes sense.

Villanelle's skills, Konstantin's contacts...

They'll be making a killing, so to speak.

So Amsterdam was a private contract?

She must be bored.

I bet she liked the cachet of international politics.

"Gun for hire"?

It's a little basic bitch for her.

I'm sure all that lovely blood money makes it easier.

(EVE CHUCKLES)

Jin is scared of Villanelle.

She should be.

Villanelle would know how to get to her.

What's Villanelle got to do with this?

What if we introduced them?

And then what?

Well, if anyone can "crack" The Ghost,

it's the demon with no face.

Villanelle's for hire. Let's hire her.

Hire her? How?

We need to play by her rules.

Let's put a hit out on me!

Now you're talking.

You are joking? I can't tell if you're joking.

Eve, you can't.

Jess?

- Don't look at me. I told her. - I think it's a great idea.

EVE: It'll work.

- We need Jin to talk. - What's Mum think about all this?

Carolyn thinks it's a good idea.

Eve, it's a crazy idea!

So, you wait out here.

- Wait here? - Yes.

And what is here? Where are you going?

To see a friend.

- I'll come with you. - No.

What?

So you're just going to tie me up outside like a dog?

Five minutes.

(EVE SIGHS)

How much time do you spend doing paperwork, Eve?

What do you mean?

Writing out reports, filling in timesheets, that kind of thing.

I've never heard you complain about red tape. Most people do.

I guess that's not really myjob.

Yeah, that's weird, 'cause it is. It is your job.

It's all of our jobs.

Everything we do here has to be officially documented.

Those are the rules. For everyone.

No exceptions.

So if you're not doing the boring stuff,

that's not because you're special.

It's because someone doesn't want a paper trail on you.

What are you saying?

Just because Carolyn is going along with this,

it doesn't make it a good idea.

(GATE SQUEAKS OPEN)

Five minutes?

Hm?

Sorry, there was a hold-up.

You're being very sneaky, Konstantin.

- Who were you meeting? - Come.

Your new job.

Is this a joke?

Did you do this?

You chose that pho... That photo?

Oh, God, I look awful.

I was so hungover that day.

Sorry to tell you this, Eve,

but there was not an embarrassment of riches.

MARTIN: (GROANS) Oh, God! Sorry I'm late.

There was an incident at Broadmoor.

I had to change my clothes.

Carolyn sent me.

- No, no, no. - Calm down.

I'm not doing it.

Who ordered this?

I have no idea.

Well, tell them no.

This is a little hurtful. You were pretty happy to shoot me.

When are you going to get over that?

You need to kill her.

You're a mess. She's making you weak.

You know that.

You used to be smarter than this.

You won't even remember her name next week.

Psychopaths.

Ignore the, whatever, Aston Martin.

I can't delete it.

Ooh, boo, hiss! What's that?

Ugh! However, red tape is there for your... (GRUNTS)

...health and safety, you don't want to end up in...

- Go on. - ALL: (RELUCTANTLY) Hot water.

Hot water!

Psychopaths are incapable

of interpersonal human relationships.

The I-You.

For a psychopath, there is only I-It.

Other people are just objects to them,

to be picked up and put down at will.

(MARTIN MUTTERS)

Right, er...

Superficial charm.

Dishonesty.

An inability to form lasting intimate relationships.

A poverty of emotions.

- (ALL GASP) - Jesus!

(MARTIN) Oh, sorry.

Sorry, it's just a... Just another work thing.

Psychopaths are narcissistic.

They're pathologically manipulative.

However, they do respond to a certain amount of manipulation.

You can't change them but you can manage them.

Money, praise and attention will help for a while.

But honestly, there's...

There's no containing anyone like this

for any length of time.

But it would be possible for a short amount of time, in theory?

I dunno really.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Aren't you the expert on psychopaths?

Yes, I am. So I know.

And what I'm saying is, we don't know.

When you think of a psychopath,

you tend to think of a regular person

then you add certain negative traits,

like your violence, your narcissism, your sadism.

That's a mistake. Don't add, take away.

Everything that makes us human,

just take it all away.

Yeah, they're like facsimiles. Copycats.

You might as well try to understand a wasp or...

A stapler...

You know, hole punch...

Telephone...

So why do you do it

if it's so hopeless?

No more questions until after.

Room service.

Hi.

Sorry, um... Room service?

(HESITANTLY) Can I do anything else?

Softer!

I'm grieving.

Sorry.

Do you have someone, Tony?

No.

Are you lonely?

Sometimes.

But...

It's hard finding the right person.

Yeah, it is.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Hey. - Hey.

How was your day?

Not bad. You?

Not bad.

I've got to go to Oxford tomorrow.

Another teacher got sick

and they need a chaperone for some spelling bee.

Wow!

I know. High-octane stuff, huh?

- For how long? - Just a couple of days.

I don't have to stay overnight. I can come back if you want.

Oh, no, no, no. Go.

Seriously, go, it's... It sounds like fun.

- Really? - (DOOR BELL RINGS)

Indian.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - I love you.

Oh...

Did you order extra lime pickle?

- Yeah, of course. - Yes!

I'm not an asshole!

Martin.

Your trousers are rather tight these days.

We can't wear belts in Broadmoor.

Ah!

I thought it was a cry for help.

How did she do?

It depends what your criteria are.

My terrible presentation is designed to lull subjects

into a sense of slightly soporific superiority.

Then we come with this section.

Eve was the only one who didn't instinctively look away.

Good for her.

This was the image that she couldn't look at.

As I showed it, I was talking about Villanelle as a liar,

as someone for whom

interpersonal bonds are impossible.

Now, she didn't like that at all.

So?

Your professional recommendation is?

She's too close. This is a no-go.

I always worry about being crushed beneath one of these.

They don't seem stable, do they?

Imagine, like the witch in "The Wizard Of Oz,"

just two little shoes poking out.

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

- Maybe they forgot something. - It's all right.

Hey, you want to go upstairs?

- What, now? - Yeah.

I've just eaten a kilo of madras.

What am I saying? Yes!

Hello, Konstantin.

Do come through.

Last-minute spelling bee in Oxford.

How did you manage that?

I was the British Spelling Champion in 1973.

It's a very supportive network.

Right.

Are you sure about this, Eve?

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Speak now or forever hold my peace?

So...

So in other words, on my head be it?

Not precisely.

I thought I had your support on this.

You always have my support.

On the record?

Sisyphean.

What?

That was the word I won with. "Sisyphean."

(DOOR OPENS)

You ready to take your top off?

I'll leave you to it.

- Tighter? - Yeah.

Well, this is flattering.

Eve, I have to put it on you.

Whether you keep it on is your choice.

- I think it looks sexy. - Shocker.

Jess is coordinating the back-up team...

No. No team.

We need her calm and thinking she's in control.

She can't know I'm expecting her.

You have to be safe.

Well, I'll only be safe as long as she trusts me.

We need to be alone. It needs to feel intimate.

What are you gonna do with her?

This isn't a joke.

I'm trying to do myjob here.

Just get the car there and I'll get her into it.

You know, it's very brave.

What you're doing.

No guts, no glory, right?

KENNY: Eve.

I know you don't agree with this, and I get it.

But I need for you to come on board with everyone else.

You stabbed her.

You think Villanelle will have just forgotten about that?

Don't you think this is important information

to share with the rest of the team?

You are actively putting yourself

and this whole operation in danger. Why?

Or do I need not ask?

Kenny, you...

- She... - Kenny.

She murdered Bill.

You saw it happen. How can you even think about this?

What has happened to you, Eve?

This is out of control.

If you can't stomach this, I'm sorry. That's not my problem.

This is the job. I need to be able to count on your support.

You mean you don't want me asking any questions?

Not when we're this short on time, no.

So, are we okay?

What, with this?

No. No, never.

All right.

I'll ask Carolyn to move you to another team.

What?

Are you...

Are you sacking me?

I'm sure your mum will find something else for you to do.

Hugo!

- I'll walk you out. - Okay.

Sure.

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS OVER P.A.)

(TUBE TRAIN APPROACHING)

Sorry.

WOMAN ON P.A.: Please mind the gap between the train and platform.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

Don't do anything stupid.

Okay?

Can you take your shoes off, please?

What?

Really?

Yeah.

Do you want to search me too?

What's the point?

Can I take your veil?

I'm dying for a drink.

You don't seem very surprised to see me.

- I'm not surprised. - Mm?

That's a little arrogant, don't you think?

And yet, here you are.

You've been so distracted lately,

I thought you'd forgotten about me.

(CORK POPS)

Glass, please.

(VILLANELLE CHUCKLES)

We don't have champagne glasses.

No, this is perfect.

Are you scared?

No.

Drink.

You know, I should be more afraid of you

after what you did to me last time.

Are you afraid?

No.

You could have killed me.

I know.

I think about that all the time.

Really?

Do you think about it?

All the time.

Are you going to apologize to me?

No. Are you?

No.

Okay, good. There we are, then.

I... I need your help with something important.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't you drink your champagne?

Nice outfit.

I thought I would dress for the occasion.

- Oh, what's the occasion? - I'm about to be in mourning.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You know I'm here to kill you?

Yes, it was my idea.

No.

I told you.

I need your help. I...

I needed to see you.

- So you hired me to kill you? - Yes.

That is so stupid.

What if I hit you with a car? What if I shot you?

You wouldn't.

I wouldn't?

No.

Eve.

(CLINKING)

(SIGHS)

What is that?

To get rid of the taste.

♪ If I gave you my heart

♪ Would you break it?

♪ If I gave you something

♪ Would you keep it? ♪

What did you do?

What did you do? Why did you do that, Eve?

I didn't...

I didn't think you would actually do it.

That was arsenic.

Don't just sit there, do something! Get it out!

Go, Eve! Get it out!

Eve, get it out! Hurry!

Eve, you need to hurry! You need to get it out!

Quickly, Eve!

(LAUGHING)

Of course it isn't poison!

Do you think I'm insane?

Eve, you're too easy.

(EVE COUGHS)

I'm expensive.

EVE: I know.

Will you give me everything I want?

Yes.

(DOOR HINGES SQUEAK)

Eve, you left your door open.

Yeah.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(PANTING)

(THE GHOST HYPERVENTILATES)

No!

(GASPS) No!

(PANTING AND GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

(TAPPING ON METAL DOOR)

Are you sure this is legal?

What do you care?

I'm just looking out for you, Eve.

Come on.

EVE: Open the door, please.

- Wait out here. - (VILLANELLE GROANS)

(CLANGING)

Do you need any water?

No.

Who ordered the hits on Alister Peel and his colleagues?

It'll be easier if you just tell me.

Or it's going to get worse for you.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

Hm?

(KNOCKING ON METAL DOOR)

- Did she say? - No.

Oh, well.

Would you like to watch?

Hm.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(POUNDING ON METAL DOOR)

- Who was it? - Who do you think it was?

- The Twelve? - No.

It was his son. Classic.

- Aaron Peel? - I know.

Are you sure? He already owns the company.

It's not the company he's selling, it's a weapon.

- A weapon? - It's always a weapon.

The Twelve want to buy it. Everyone wants to buy it.

Great.

I got you what you wanted. A thank you would be nice.

Thank you.

That wasn't a real thank you.

You are just take, take, take.

- What did you do to her? - Don't worry about it.

What did you do?

Nothing you didn't ask me to.

(CLANKING)

♪ Your hair is black as night

♪ Got a skirt that's oh, so tight

♪ I'm telling you, I've got a name

Monster!

♪ She's my witch ♪

(CHURCH BELL CHIMES)

(BOYS CHATTERING)

I'm sorry about the complaints.

Don't look so angry.

I was just trying to get Eve's attention.

But she does not care about your life at all.

Does she?

Look at you, huh?

You look like someone stuck a moustache on some fudge.

(BOYS LAUGHING)

- Tom, Daniel. Stop it. - BOY: Sorry, sir.

- Where are you going? - Away from the kids.

Oh.

- I love that sound. - (BICYCLE BELL RINGING)

(GRUNTS)

I didn't know you had it in you.

Good for you.

You should try this with your wife.

Don't you dare talk about my wife or I will kill you!

(GRUNTS)

Ooh, that hurts!

Look...

I came here to tell you

that you don't have anything to worry about.

I've forgiven Eve.

We're friends.

Well... More than friends.

What are you talking about?

Niko!

We're colleagues.

Besides, I've been stabbed before.

I know what it's like when you're in the moment.

She stabbed you?

Didn't she tell you?

She came to my apartment in Paris.

And she lay down next to me on my bed.

And she stuck a knife in me.

- Stop it. - Look.

Look.

It's crazy, right?

(SIGHS) You would think I was the bad guy.

God, it's so nice to finally meet you.

Smell you later.

♪ I don't pretend to know the ways of the world

♪ A means to an end seems the way

♪ Who has the most of whatever is best

♪ All the better

♪ May the best man win ♪

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)