All language subtitles for Killing.Eve.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I said it was probably a woman.

We think she'’s been operating

for two years
across 10 countries.

She'’s highly skilled and,
as yet, untraceable

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

Argh!

Your fancy hairpin
is all over the press.

Don'’t worry,
I'’ve got another one.

Wear it down.

Oh, my God! Somebody help me!

- You'’re fired.
- You'’re a dick-swab.

- Oi!
- Thank you, Bill.

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

I'’d love to buy you breakfast

at the Blue Penguin restaurant
by Charing Cross.

♪ [Unloved]
"This Is The Time"

[Through earphones]
♪ This is the time

♪ To give you a reason

♪ This is the time
to bare our souls ♪

♪ This is the time
to tell you the real truth ♪

♪ You know what I feel
is a whole other law ♪

♪ I have to say
that sometimes it hurt me ♪

♪ I have to tell you
that often I cry ♪

[Music fades]

[Cellphone speed dials]

[Ringing tone]

[Gasping and panting]

[In Bulgarian]

- I don'’t speak Bulgarian.
- I have children.

I have a family. Please
tell me what this is all about.

I can give you anything
you want.

- I have money! Please!
- I want you to stand still.

[He grunts]

Sorry!

- [Pained grunt]
- [Gunshot]

[He whimpers]

[He sobs]

[Tearfully] Who are you?

Huge question.

Why are you doing this to me?

I have absolutely no idea.

[Expiring breaths]

♪

[Sighs]

[Bored sigh]

[Cigarettes After Sex] "K"

♪ I remember
when I first noticed ♪

♪ That you liked me back

♪ We were sitting down
in the restaurant ♪

♪ Waiting for the check

- Carolyn?
- Eve. Hi.

- Oh, sorry, were you, um...
- Sit down.

- I was just...
- Oh, I know.

Sit down.

- [Her leg knocks the table]
- Sorry.

I'’m not very good at
"How are you?", etcetera,

- so I'’m just gonna dive in.
- Oh, sure.

- Y-You'’re from Connecticut?
- Oh, uh, yes.

Correct.

Well, I was born here,

but I moved there
when my parents separated.

And when my father died,
I came back

and I basically married my dad.

No, I mean, he'’s not...
he'’s nothing like my...

He'’s much more, um, physical.

Around the house.

Um, I'’m a little on edge.

Eve, you know when something
like this happens

- and someone gets...
- Fired?

Yes. Fired.

Their computer and hard drive
get swept.

Oh, God.

They found this.

Oh.

Oh. [Laughs]

Oh, I thought you were gonna
pull out all the pictures

we took of Frank eating.
[Chuckles]

Did you compile this
on your own?

Yes.

- No one asked you to do it?
- No.

- Has anyone else seen it?
- I mean... No.

- Why did you do this?
- Can I get a gin and tonic?

We don'’t open the bar
in the mornings.

Two gin and tonics, please.

Yes, madam.

You seem to know a lot about
female assassins.

Yeah, well, I, um...

I used to study
criminal psychology

and I was just interested in
what makes a per...

a woman able to...um...

I-It'’s not a... You know what,

I'’m...I'm just a fan.

Why did you compile
these specific cases?

Well, I, um...

Uh, I was...I was...
[Chuckles nervously] Sorry.

- I was aware...
- Say it.

I believe there is
a female assassin

operating internationally

and she'’s targeted a number of
influential people.

She doesn'’t have a signature,
but she certainly has style

and I don'’t know who or what
is behind her,

but I don'’t think
she'’s slowing down

and just that interested me,
I guess.

But also apparently
makes me a fantasist

and a crackpot
and completely on my own.

And frankly, I don'’t
give a shit anymore.

She is outsmarting
the smartest of us

and for that she deserves
to do or kill

whoever the hell she wants.

I mean,
if she'’s not killing me,

then frankly it'’s not my job
to care anymore.

[Sighs] Thank you.

Can I show you something?

[Unloved] "After Dinner"

I once saw a rat drink
from a can of Coke there.

Both hands.

Extraordinary.

There'’s rather a hotchpotch
of people here.

[Electronic bleep]

Excuse the smell.

What is this?

Well, from what I can gather
from this morning,

it'’s your hunch
all over my wall.

EVE: Did you do this?
- Sort of.

I have someone who keeps tabs

on anything that might
lend itself to the theory.

No trace. No pattern.

But most importantly,
no one owning up to it

- and someone usually does.
- But is this not something

you'’re supposed to be
looking into officially?

I tried. But there was a lack
of enthusiasm for it

which could read two ways.

I'’m a naturally
suspicious person

and I have a budget
to exercise that.

This is an unofficial
official tap on the shoulder.

Aren'’t there
more qualified people?

- I want you.
- Why?

Well, your research
clearly speaks for itself,

you'’re intuitive and you make
insane suggestions.

- Thank you.
- And you'’ve been fired,

so no one cares about
what you do next.

I mean that
in the nicest possible way.

Oh, thank you.

There'’s hardly any money,
there'’s no ladder.

You'’re completely deniable.

It'’s like I've walked into
the inside of my brain.

- And you want me to...
- Find her.

She'’s on a payroll,
there'’s a pattern,

we just haven'’t
worked it out yet.

But if we get her,
it'’ll be a start.

[Entry buzzer]

Oh, my God.

Sorry. There'’s just...
there'’s never anyone in here.

Kenny, this is Eve.

I'’m hoping
she'’ll be joining you.

Oh. Okay.

- Hi.
- Sorry about the smell.

Kenny lives on the Internet.

He can find anything,
track anything, trace anything,

monitor anything or anyone.

Essentially, he'’s been
gathering the evidence.

I need people
to put it together now.

People?

You can have two.

I'’d recommend small ones.

[In French]

I don'’t know the word
in French.

Your eye is...

- Are you hurt?
- No.

- I like your trousers.
- Oh. Oh, thank you.

Yes, I made them myself.

My name is Sebastian.

Oh, hi.

Letting yourself into
my apartment

and drinking from a tiny cup

doesn'’t make you intimidating,
by the way. It'’s just rude.

I'’m not trying
to intimidate you.

What happened to your eye?

I wanted it to match my jacket.

- Do you want a smoothie?
- No.

I want you
to get assessed again.

- London was...
- [Whirring]

[Whirring stops]

..meant to look like suicide.

- It didn'’t?
- So she slit her own throat?

- It happens.
- And killed four other people?

Slip of the hand?

Why are you being naughty?

I'’m excited about my next one.

No.

No more targets
until you are assessed.

But this one has asthma.

You know I like
the breathy ones.

- Hm?
- No.

- Will it be Jerome?
- Yes.

I'’ll wear my chicken fillets,
then.

They'’re things
you put in your bra.

I know what they are.

[In Russian]

Ooh.

She won'’t speak Russian
anymore.

Oh.

Thank you for making
such an effort, Villanelle.

[Chuckles]

How do you feel about
the people who you work for?

I respect their privacy.

Do you have any interest in why

you are asked to do
what you do?

There are concerns about
your state of mind.

Okay.

Have you been feeling
any...anxieties

or stress recently?

I had quite a heavy period
last week,

but other than that,
I think I'’m okay.

When was the last time
you worked?

Yesterday.

Was it a successful mission?

Yes.
I shot him twice in the heart

and watched the spark drain
from his eyes.

- Did you talk to him?
- A little, mm.

He said he had children
and offered me money.

What did you feel
when he said those things?

Impatient.

What do you see
in this picture?

Good legs.

[Breathes heavily]

[Exhales sharply]

I'’m sorry.

[Breaks into laughter]

[Laughs] Your face!

[Continues laughing]

Aw.

She'’s fine.

Thank you.

No, wait.

I have one more.

So, Villanelle...

[In Russian]

[Breathes heavily]

[Sighs]

That'’s not Anna.

Who is it?

It'’s my mother.

[Chuckles quietly] I'’m joking.

My mother had really thin,
shitty hair. [Chuckles]

Yes, I see what you mean.

Thank you, Villanelle.

But I won'’t sign you off.

What were you two
doing in there?

We are doing you a favor.

The security is too tight
anyway.

[Scoffs] Come on!

I'’m serious.

I'’ve done three weeks'
catering training.

[Laughs] No, you haven'’t.

Look, I have the little outfit.

You save it for
your birthday party, then.

I want to do it.

You tell them that I'’m fine.

You like Paris, huh?
You like your life.

It'’s good to have someone
worried about you, huh?

And who worries about you?

I do.

- [Chuckles] No, you don'’t.
- [Quietly] I do.

No, you don'’t.

- [Exhales]
- [Distant siren]

And you wonder why
I'’m worried about you?

[She chuckles]

Go home.

Do something normal.

♪

[Male voice in French
on radio]

- [Woman laughs on radio]
- [Imitates laughter]

[Doorbell]

[Treadmill powers down]

- [Female voice from radio]
- [Breathes heavily]

[Man and woman converse
on radio]

[Panting]

Arnica. It is the best thing
for bruises.

Thank you, Sebastian.

If you ever want to talk
to anyone or...

I-I just wanted to make sure
you were alright.

What are you doing now?

- Um, right now?
- Mm.

Um,
cancelling all the plans I had.

Okay.

- Let'’s go out.
- Okay.

- What do you want to do?
- Something normal.

[Sebastian] What?
They cannot do that.

[Villanelle] They have.
- No.

- Go anyway. It'’s your job.
- [Laughs]

- You are so passionate.
- Well, of course I am.

I'’m an artist and I am upset.

Now, I don'’t know
much about the...

- Perfume industry.
- Okay, but I know that

you cannot let people
stand in your way.

You have to show ambition.

You have to...you have to
sell your perfume.

You have to prove
the bastards wrong.

[Street band plays]

Here they are! Oh, I'’m
so pleased they are here.

- Now, do you like music?
- I like national anthems.

- [Chuckles]
- Why is that funny?

I don'’t know.
You'’re just, um...surprising.

Where did you come here from?

- Where did you come here from?
- Um, Spain.

To do a summer school
at the IFA, the design school,

um, get away for a bit,
fall in love.

You know, all the reasons
people come to Paris.

Do you know her?

No.

I want to see your apartment.

[Sebastian] Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Please, slow down.

I'’ll be finished very soon.

I think I might...

Slow down! Please slow down!

Ahh! Slow...

Oh, my...

Oh...

Oh... [Breathes rapidly]

Did you?

Yes.

I am never going to hurt you.

[Moped passes]

[Birdsong]

[Distant clock chimes]

- Where are you going?
- Work.

Good. Good luck
selling your perfume.

[Brigitte Bardot] "Contact"

Bonjour.

[Villanelle giggles]

♪ Une météorite
m'’a transpercé le c ur ♪

♪ Vous, sur la terre,
vous avez des docteurs ♪

♪ Contact

♪ Contact

This is unusual.

Ah. You just wait.

Oh, hold on.

Someone else coming?

You'’re kidding!

All I had to say was
"Carolyn Martens."

Quitting is literally

everything
I'’ve been aiming for.

- I told you he'’d do it.
- Okay, come on.

And please, be professional.

You asked her first?

Susa Maron, found hanging
in a ladies'’ toilet

- in a Japanese airport.
- Okay.

Boris Ivanovich,
humanitarian aid.

Killed in his hotel bedroom
in Budapest.

- Why a woman?
- He had 24-hour security

and the only people who entered
his room were hotel maids.

Okay.

Cesare Greco. Mafia.
Had recently and violently

taken over a drug cartel
in Sicily.

Killed at his anniversary party
in Tuscany.

Now, his wife said
she saw a blonde woman

wearing one of her dresses.

And a kid said a blonde woman
was playing a game with him

in the same room
where Greco was killed

with a hairpin moments later.

So witnesses saw a woman
wearing a dress

and playing with children.
Very suspicious.

Sort of ignoring
the hairpin thing there.

Okay. But neither wife or child

actually witnessed the kill,
so...

No one witnessed
any of the others either.

No, except for Kasia.

- Who was full-on murdered.
- Elena.

But didn'’t Kasia say
the killer was a brunette?

Oh, come on. She would have
disguised herself.

Or it'’s a different person.

Did Forensics find anything out
from the hospital kill?

One full profile,
but no matches.

Okay.
Any witnesses to that kill?

No.

Any witnesses
from the hospital at all?

There was no one
in the corridor at the time

besides the security guards
and the nurse.

- Who were all killed.
- So nothing

- to implicate the same woman.
- Except that Kedrin

was killed by a woman,
and the witness to that kill

was then murdered, so it
doesn'’t take a genius to put--

Can you give me
a single discernable motive

for one person to kill
all these people?

Why don'’t you want to believe
they'’re all the same woman?

Because the moment any of us
want to believe anything,

we'’ve undermined
this entire investigation.

- We have to follow through--
- I'’m not denying your theory,

but you have to be open to the
possibility that what you have

is a series of random attacks

that you are loosely hanging
together with a pretty ribbon.

Have you got something you need
to get off your chest, Bill?

You can'’t lead a team
with assumptions.

It'’s not how it's done.

- Is there a bathroom here?
- I'’ll show you.

[Buzzer]

[Door closes]

What?

It'’s best that
you bring in your own

or it just disappears.

How many sheets do you need?

I was gonna take the roll

and bring it back afterwards,
if that'’s okay.

Okay, sure.

♪

[Groans]

[Sighs]

Kenny, are you able to get
the names and photo IDs

of the nurses on duty at the
hospital that night? In fact,

all the female nurses
working at the hospital,

whether they were working
on Kasia'’s ward or not.

- Sure.
- Why?

There was a young woman,
a nurse,

who left the bathroom
before I did.

Maybe she could have
seen...some...

- Where'’s Bill?
- He left in a sulk.

Oi!

Are you serious?

I have backed you
for over 10 years,

now I'’m asking you to see it

from my perspective
for five minutes

and you literally run away?

I'’m getting chocolate.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Your blood sugar'’s low?
- Yeah.

Oh, good. Cos I thought you
were just being a monkey dick

about not being the boss.

I don'’t know
what a monkey dick is.

- Ho-oh, yes, you do.
- Okay.

I'’m sorry. I'm adapting.

[Scoffs] Jesus!

But you'’re still not
considering overall motive.

- If we focus on her...
- What do we care about her?

She'’s the lackey. You need to
focus on who'’s running her.

- She'’s irrelevant.
- She'’s completely relevant.

We have to ask
what is her motive.

Either they have something
on her, controlling her,

or they'’re lavishing her
with something...

Exactly. They. Who is the they?
It could be anyone.

That'’s the point. It could be
Mossad for all we know.

If it was someone with enemies,
they would have owned up to it.

Or been exposed for at least
one of these kills by now.

What are you saying?

There are no trails.

If they are random, then fine,
they'’re random.

But if they'’re not, that means
someone'’s plan

is going really well.

These people are powerful
and particular

and, so far,
completely invisible.

Which means
they'’re probably everywhere.

Our only visible contact
is her.

And that is why we have to

focus on everything
we know about her

in order to get to them.

And what do we know?

Her DNA isn'’t on file,
there'’s no image.

She'’s young, smart,
uh, fit.

She must speak
multiple languages.

She brings a certain flair
to her kills.

Hairpin was cool.

You know,
either they trained her

or they found her.
Either way,

I'’d say she scores high
on the psychopathy scale.

And she probably killed
before she was paid to.

Well, that'’s a good start,
then, isn'’t it?

Thank you.

Get me something with nuts in?

Yes, boss.

[Exhales sharply]

Kenny, what'’s your reach
in terms of access

to medical and prison records?

No wall I can'’t scale.

Okay, I want you to search for
any young women

who have been detained,
hospitalized or whispered about

displaying violent or
psychopathic tendencies

between the ages of
16 and 45.

- Where?
- The world.

- That'’s insane.
- Wall too high?

- It would take me months.
- That'’s fine.

Elena, call Frank and ask him
for a drink tonight.

I want to know what happened
with that CCTV.

What? Oh, no.
He'’ll think it's really weird

- and he'’ll never agree to it.
- Say it'’s a goodbye drink.

I want to know about that CCTV.

[Sighs]

I just want to get
a look at her.

Kenny, when do you think I can
get those hospital IDs by?

- This evening?
- Okay, great. Thanks.

Well, that was
disturbingly easy.

Tragically, he'’s already
at the pub.

Okay, good. Go,
and we'’ll catch you up.

[Groans]

If he lunges,
it'’s on your head.

If we find out what happened to
that CCTV, it'’ll be worth it.

[Unloved] "I Could Tell You
But I'’d Have To Kill You"

Bonjour, Claudie.

[Chuckles]

[Man shouts in French]

♪ I could tell

♪ I could tell you

♪ I could show

♪ I could show you

♪ I could tell

♪ I could tell you

♪ But I'’d have to kill... ♪

[Bell rings]

[In French]

[Ripple of laughter]

Tomas.

Stefanie.

Frances.

Marie.

[Laughter]

- [Nearby voices]
- [Chuckles]

[Conversation continues]

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

[Wheezes and coughs]

[Coughs]

[Gasps for breath]

[Continues gasping]

[Gasps for breath]

[Coughs and gasps]

[Continues coughing]

[Thud]

[Weak wheeze]

[Chuckles]

[Gasping]

[Chuckles]

Bye-bye.

Hey, Frank!

- What a coincidence.
- Small world.

Well, this is
very uncomfortable.

Do you think
you should find a new pub?

I just wanted to apologize
for calling you a dick-swab.

After you fired us.

And me, too.

Yeah, well,

there was really nothing
I could do, so...

I know.
It'’s fine, Frank, really.

Did you actually see
the CCTV, mate?

- What CCTV?
- Yeah, what CCTV?

Of the Kedrin...assassin.

Did you set this up?

- No.
- No, I did.

I just want to be really clear

that I wasn'’t
asking you out out.

God, I'’m a knob.

Did you think I was
asking you out out?

No! Of course not.

- I just thought...
- Oh, my God, Frank.

- No, I wasn'’t asking you out.
- No.

Do you want to know
what I thought?

I thought one person
might have thought,

maybe one person might have
asked me for a drink

after my wife bloody...died,
and I thought, yeah, maybe

you were that person,
that kind person.

Oh, Jesus, Frank.
I'’m sorry.

The fact that you'’re still
asking about all of this

is ludicrous.

It'’s just that I spoke to
the Vienna police

and they said
there was no CCTV evidence

- attached to the case.
- Yes. Fine. Yes.

Because I made up
the bloody CCTV.

Uh, why?

- Why?
- Because!

Because...
it was not your investigation.

And taking bets
on people'’s killers,

very disrespectful to the dead.

You should have just been
doing your job.

- So there was never any CCTV?
- No.

I was just sick of you

piping up with your theories

any time there was a sniff
of conspiracy in the air.

You tiresome think-bucket!

[Bill] Easy, mate.
- Sorry.

Sorry.

I have to go and get the kids.

Well, that'’ll be in a cab,
then. Come on.

There you go. Mm-hm.

You know,
what you both did today

was massively insensitive.

[Mouths]

I'’m only walking you
to the cab, alright?

God, I feel awful.

- Did you know about his wife?
- Mm-hm.

- You?
- Mm-hm.

- Oh, those poor kids.
- Yeah.

[They laugh]

Oh, nothing exciting.

Just, um, a hot yoga class.

I tidied the study.

[She hums]

You look like you'’ve been
on holiday or something.

What do you mean?

Dunno.

You'’re sort of...glowing.

- Gosh!
- Mm. Lady of leisure.

Must be all the yoga.

I'’m working for MI6.

[Laughs]

No, I was right
about the assassin.

They want me to trace her.

Sounds dangerous.

I know.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Yes. She'’s killing people.

And that'’s why
you want to do it?

You look exhausted.
Why don'’t you go up to bed?

We'’ll talk about it tomorrow.

Hm?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Don'’t stay up too late.

[She grunts]

- I'’m halving your allowance.
- I wouldn'’t recommend that.

- You disobeyed me.
- You lied to me.

- You said it was impossible.
[Sebastian] Hello?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'’m, uh, I'm her brother.

He has a condition.

Oh, I'’m...I'm sorry.

I'’m...I'm Sebastian.

I'’m...I'm a friend of Julie.

Oh. Nice to meet you, then.

- How was the job?
- Oh, so good.

- Did she like your perfume?
- She loved it.

Can I smell it now?

Her boss was being
a total bastard.

[Laughter]

Oh, yeah.
They always are.

Yeah.

Shall I come back later?

Shall I come back later?

Ah, thank you.

I will come to you.

Are you wearing it now?

No.

Are you okay?

Do you want me to stay?

No, I'’m okay.

Oh, I um...I got you a gift.

Thank you.

I'’ll, uh...I'll keep it warm.

[Door closes]

You need to deal with him.

- He'’s my boyfriend.
- Ah, congratulations.

He has kind eyes.

Why did you lie to me?

There was no security.

I don'’t have to tell you.

- You just have to trust me.
- [Laughs] No,

you have to trust me.

Okay, we can fight.

But you will get tired

and I will get bored and you
don'’t like it when I'm bored.

If I kill you, they will just
send me another one.

I thought you worried about me.

You'’re so dramatic.

Tell me.

A woman in London

is leading a department
just to find you.

No, it'’s not a good thing.

It'’s a closed operation.

And we don'’t know what they
know, but we are working on it.

We just need to be subtle
at the moment.

- I can be subtle.
- Good.

Mm.
But it'’s going to be expensive.

- What'’s her name?
- Why?

[She exhales deeply]

Eve Polastri.

Eve Polastri.

[Cork pops]

We'’ll continue as usual.
Just be aware.

- I'’m always aware.
- [Thud]

Dealt with.

Oh, for...

"Le Marseillaise"plays

"Le Marseillaise"continues

[Buzzer]

Are you alright?

[Music stops]

[Chuckles]

You too, huh?

- I couldn'’t sleep.
- Mm.

Staring into the abyss?

- No, I...
- What?

I think I'’ve met her.

♪