Original subtitles

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

JOHAN: The Socialist Squad.

Anarchists with Attitude.

The Disrupters.

Er, who hasn't suggested one?

Carolina, bitte.

Chaos Club?

(SLOW CLAPPING)

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.

♪♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

JOHAN: I think Carolina fancies me. (CHUCKLES)

That's okay. I fancy her boyfriend.

- JOHAN: 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.

OLIVER: Johan! Hey, look over here.

Can you cut it out, Oliver?

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

♪♪

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

♪♪

(SIGHS) So, Karl...

your place or your place?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

My place is bit of a no-go.

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

♪♪

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Don't get attached to them.

Don't worry.

I won't.

(SCOFFS)

(CHUCKLING)

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?

(WHISPERING) Or the one you go to afterwards?

(CHUCKLES)

(CAROLYN CHUCKLES)

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Carolyn.

♪♪

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TRADITIONAL LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

There's just too much breakfast, Benita.

Don't you have a home to go to?

(BENITA SOBBING)

Your husband is an asshole.

Ah. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Do you want to know something funny?

Please.

He's a firefighter.

(LAUGHING) He's supposed to be...

stopping burns, not making them.

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS) 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. - (LAUGHS)

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?

(EXHALES)

♪♪

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.

(BOTTLES CLANKING)

(RATTLING)

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.

(COUNTING IN FRENCH)

Oh, (CHUCKLES) you found me.

(ALARM RINGING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

♪♪

♪♪

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.

(GRUNTS)

Women don't stay silent forever.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

No, no, no, no.

(GAGGING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(SCREAMS)

♪♪

MAN: You okay, chica?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GIRL GIGGLING)

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!

(MOUTHING)

♪♪

YOUNG CAROLYN: 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.

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

♪♪

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

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. - (CHUCKLES)

That sounds quite unbelievable.

How many pages have you written?

Erm...

Lots.

Lots.

Yeah.

Well, (CLEARS THROAT) if you can drink as many drinks

as you've written pages,

you might have a better time.

(CHUCKLING)

That ring... your girlfriend's wearing,

she fiddles with it when she fibs.

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

(BOTH LAUGH)

- 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.

♪♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Who wants to trash the place?

(ALL CHEERING, YELLING)

(GLASS SMASHING)

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?

CAROLYN: 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.

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

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.

(LAUGHS)

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?

- OLIVER: 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. (CHUCKLES)

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. (CHUCKLES)

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. - (LAUGHS)

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

in my office somewhere.

- Though you'd have to find a projector. - (MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

Friend of mine.

Childcare issues.

Erm, I would love to see the footage

if it's not a problem.

Okay.

EVE: 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.

♪♪

♪♪

(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN)

(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN)

♪♪

♪ I once had a love

♪ Or did love have me?

(MOBILE DINGS)

♪ 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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- What language is that? - (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

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.

(GUN FIRING)

I knew something was going on between you two.

Did you really think you could lie to me?

- (GUN FIRING) - You stupid bitch!

(GUN FIRING)

Did Carolina's father have a cabin?

KONSTANTIN: 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.

PAM: What do you think?

I think you like it.

VILLANELLE: 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.

(LAUGHS)

- 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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(UPBEAT TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪♪

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. - (DOOR LOCKS)

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.