All language subtitles for Killing.Eve.S03E07.BDRip.x265-ION265

(Intense music playing)

(Door opening)

Villanelle.

Finally.

(Sighs)

That guy was really
staring at me.

Helene: This is rhian.

(Door creaks shut)

Villanelle: Nice collection.

Helene: What are you doing?

Working out how I'd kill you.

I thought killing wasn't really
your thing at the moment.

You want to test that theory?

You're only as good
as your last.

Go on, tell me.

How would you do it?

I don't know, yet.

(Softly) But it would
definitely involve the tiny chair.

Sit down.

Not on that one.

Show me.

Your injury.

Here.

(Winces, gasps sharply)

(Villanelle exhales)

Do you know why
I love you, villanelle?

Because you're
an agent of chaos.

And I love chaos.

Chaos disrupts.

It rips apart and starts again.

It's like a forest fire.

It burns. It clears.

It's monstrous,
but it's beautiful.

You're a beautiful monster,
villanelle.

A monster?

Monstrous people
like you often feel

like they have to fly solo.

Like they have to keep things
bottled up inside them.

Thoughts. Feelings.

Secrets.

And that can affect their
ability to be truly monstrous.

Do you have anything you would
like to get off your chest, villanelle?

Has something happened recently?

I did something bad
to my mother.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

I don't want us to keep
secrets from each other.

(Exhales)

I took a shit in her shoe
when I was three.

A really big one.

Give me another job.

You're injured.

I'll take dasha.

Okay. But success is essential.

Otherwise, what's the point
of sending you and not rhian?

Thank you for
the inappropriate touching.

It was actually pretty nice.

(Chuckles softly)

You wouldn't be able to,
by the way.

Wouldn't be able to what?

Kill me before I killed you.

You're a child.

You have no idea
what you're dealing with.

God, you're sexy.

(Chuckles)

(Door closes)

(Exhales)

I I don't like your little game

(exhales heavily)

I don't like your tilted stage

I I don't like you

I but I got smarter

I I got harder
in the Nick of time

I honey, I Rose up from the dead

I I do it all the time

I look what you made me do

I look what you just made me do

I what you made me do

I no, I don't like you I

three trips to waitrose, and
an abortive attempt at hot yoga?

It's just standard
white person stuff.

I've been tracking him
for a week,

and there's nothing to suggest
he's working for the twelve.

Unless they've branched out
into, er, groceries and hot vinyasa.

Jokes are for people who do
their jobs correctly, mo.

So are omelettes.

Do you want me
to make up evidence?

No. I want you to uncover the
evidence that already exists,

which you haven't worked
hard enough to expose.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I know you're upset about Kenny.

That we haven't found out
what happened to him.

Your powers of deduction
are incredible.

But are you sure Paul's
a member of the twelve?

A bottle of chablis,
a stir-fry kit and a bath bomb.

What does that say to you?

That he's planning
a lovely evening in?

Or that he's trying
to seem that he is.

Trust me, that vintage
of chablis is undrinkable.

Off you go.

(Sighs) Another young
person inspired?

Don't complain. I've
saved you his omelette.

Villanelle has been promoted.

Dasha told me as much.

That should be
our focus for now.

Oh, dear. You don't
deserve it after all.

Villanelle is rising
up the ranks.

She is our best chance
of getting to them.

Oh, Eve,
what a blinkered approach.

Do you ever think
of anything else?

Don't pretend that
I'm the only one.

You have your own thing
going on with villanelle.

For all I know,
you have a direct line.

Isn't it time you told me?

What was it you said to her
in that prison?

I offered her work
and she refused.

Good for her.

Eve, I won't have
my investigation derailed

by your undiagnosed,

and frankly, a little
trying Messiah complex.

Wow, wow! I'm the one
with the Messiah complex?

Carolyn, why did we
start this? Any of it?

Information.
Intelligence gathering.

To compile a comprehensive
filofax of despots, maniacs,

and extremists, in case we
want to throw a Christmas bash.

I mean, that's what
we do, isn't it?

No. It might have
been once, but not now.

Not after everything
that's happened.

After everything we've lost.

Eve, you'd do well to remember,

heroes only get the girl
in Hollywood.

(Cell door buzzing)

(Speaking Russian)

(Door buzzes)

(Continues in Russian)

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Is it over? Can we go now?

Your daughter
is extremely bright.

(Sighs) Believe me,
it's a nightmare.

Getting told, "go eat
a dick," in Icelandic.

She's also manipulative.

Calculating.

Almost entirely lacking
in empathy.

Like her mother.

When I ask her about the accident
involving your ex-wife's partner,

she said she wished
she could go back in time,

so she could reverse
back over his body.

(Laughs)

Kid's imagination, huh, is wild.

This is not a joking matter.

Who is joking?

10% off your first
massage at the ritz-Carlton.

Great. The only straight
pencil-pusher in Moscow.

What do you want?

You need to take
Irina's symptoms seriously.

I do take them seriously.

Look at my face.

I take them very,
extremely seriously.

Now, can you
discharge her, please?

It's not in my power...
You sign for her

and she walks, right? It
would take us several weeks.

We have a holiday booked!

Do you want to sit down?

(Breathes shakily) No.

Your daughter isn't going
anywhere for quite some time.

She's a very disturbed child.

(Thudding)

Eve: Where is it?

I know you're in here somewhere!

Is this one of those moments
we pretend never happened?

Ew, who recycles boxer shorts?

(Chuckles)

Will you help me? I don't know.

I mean, are you going to
tell me why you're in the bin?

'Cause I don't want to enable
a mental health crisis.

I'm looking for
my birthday cake.

You know, I could just give
you money for a croissant.

It might be easier?
A bit more dignified?

I obviously don't want
to eat it, bear.

I'm... I'm trying to find
the box it came in,

so I can see the bakery
it was ordered from.

Right. Right. Got it.

Oh, my god! (Gasps)

I found it. (Sighs in relief)

What's this really about, Eve?

Villanelle sent me that cake.

Oh, shit.

Jamie, what happened?

We got raided.

By who?
Who raided us? The police.

They came with a warrant
this morning.

Something about
official secrets act.

Something about obtaining
data illegally. I don't know.

Colluding with foreign
criminals in the dark web.

Do we do that?
We don't not do that.

(Drawer closes)

Does this mean I'm out of a job?

Because this is the only
place I've ever worked where

people don't talk about
me behind my back.

Yeah, that's what you think.

(Jamie sighs and clicks tongue)

Honestly, I don't know
what it means.

I just need a moment
to process this.

No. No, you don't. We
don't have time for this.

Bear, do you have your laptop?

Get it out.
We've got work to do.

Jamie: What are you gonna do?

Google "how to bring down
a global crime syndicate"?

No. I'm gonna Google
a bakery in north London.

(Keyboard clacking)

Bear, don't get involved, mate.

Why not?

It's not like I have
a job anymore, so...

(Keyboard clacking)

Jamie: Well, I'm gonna
start drinking.

(Girl speaking Russian)

This place is amazing.

Look what someone just gave me.

It's a shank made
out of a toothbrush.

Don't take anything from anyone.

Don't make eye contact
with anyone.

If someone tries to
talk to you, walk away.

What are you doing?
You're trying to talk to me.

Don't wander off.

There are children here
who would kill you

and wear your skin as pashmina.

Oh, my god. Dad...

I know what you're trying to do.

Your performance
is way over the top.

You're like up here
when you need to be here.

You know, you should read
some stanislavski.

I'm not acting.

Exactly. You're over-acting.

You need to mobilise
your subconscious.

Tone all this down a little.
It's too much.

Listen to me.
I am leaving you here.

No, you're trying to scare me.

Standard parent crap.

You're doing the whole, "if you don't
stop running over your mother's boyfriends,

"look where you'll end up"
schtick.

You're so transparent.

If you hadn't been
so damn stupid,

we'd both be lying
on a beach right now.

So you're actually
leaving me here?

Just for a couple of days.
Then I come back for you.

You're a liar.

I have to go to London
and show my face.

I can't be here.

You're a liar.

Why are you making
this difficult?

I don't think you understand
the pressure I am under!

There are so many... many
balls in the air above my head,

and they're all made of napalm.

I see you in two days.

(Speaking Icelandic)

(In English) Bastard!

Yes, I'll hold.

I can't believe I'm still here

and not halfway
to cirrhosis in a pub.

Er, you're here because
you know she's brilliant.

Yes, I know technically, it's not legal to
divulge customer's personal information,

but it's not like
anyone would find out.

You think she's brilliant?

Eve: Maybe I should explain
why this cake meant so much.

You see, not long ago,
my husband was involved

in a serious accident,
and it's...

Hold up. I've...
I've got something here.

Thank god. I had no idea
where I was going with that.

Yeah, coz pitchfork to
the neck is such a cliche.

Bear: So these are all the
telephone orders made in the days

before the cake arrived.

And you can see the
origin of the calls here.

London, London, London.

Hertfordshire, London,
essex, Reykjavik.

You know, I lost my
virginity in Reykjavik.

Erm, what?

Nothing. Just surprised.

Surprised that it was in Reykjavik,
or surprised that it happened?

Can we get back to it, please?

London. Barcelona...

There. Stop there.

Dasha duzran has been
running villanelle out of Barcelona.

That's got to be her.

(Sighs) Erm...

What about recent
activity on the card?

Can you get to that, bear?

Not legally. Okay.

Do it anyway. (Inhales sharply)

You can't get raided
twice in a day.

It's a rule.

(Jamie sighs)

Okay, looks like it was
used just 20 minutes ago.

Where?

Aberdeen.

(People talking indistinctly)

You look ridiculous.

It's my family tartan.

We agreed German.

Germans don't wear kilts.

Yeah. I changed my mind.

So, here we are.

(Chuckles softly)

You ladies
celebrating something?

Yes.

My promotion.
We are hereon business.

(Chuckles softly)

My mother has a funny
sense of humour.

(Chuckling) Oh.

It's dementia.

Come on, mother. Hurry up.

(Lift dings)

(Sighs)

(Presses button)
Automated voice: Doors closing.

(Doors close)

You think you've won, because
you've got your stinking promotion?

I was trying to be modest, but if
you're going to force my hand...

You have not won. I have won.

I have done everything
they asked me to do.

Ever since they first
dumped you on me.

When you had little
mosquito bites for breasts.

And now I get to go home.

(Dasha hums)

(Lift stops, dings)

(Winces in pain)
(Presses button)

Automated voice: Doors closing.

You know what's waiting
for you at home?

Vodka. Proper Russian vodka.
(Chuckles)

Indifference.

Do you think anyone in Russia
cares about a bendy kgb crone?

Russia has vegans now.
Did you know that?

You go into a restaurant,
you ask for stroganoff,

they're going to
laugh in your face.

So what? So what?

So what? I'm not interested
in hero's welcome. No?

And if I want stroganoff,
my son can make it for me.

Ha! You didn't know I had a son?

Or maybe I forgot
to mention him?

I'm going to die with my feet up

and my hand held. Whereas you,

you have destroyed
any home you've ever had.

And you're going to die alone.

Does your son
have your halitosis?

(Laughs)

Well, you are funny.
I'll give you that.

No, seriously.

Can I have his number?

(Sniffs sharply)

It's such an intoxicating scent.

(Lift dings)

(Blows)

(Luggage dragging)

(Keys jangling)

Woman: Hi. (Screams)

(Grunts)

What is it with everyone
hiding in the dark?

You want to send me
to an early grave?

I'm so sorry. I...

I thought it would be
a nice surprise.

There's no such thing
as a nice surprise.

How do you get in?

Er, you left a key
with your neighbour.

How stupid of me.

Er, here.

(Sighs) Have some water. (Sighs)

You look nice.

I... I feel so stupid now. I...

I brought steak and wine. I thought
we could have a proper dinner together,

but maybe I should go.

It's not a great time.

Yeah, I should go. I should...

I should never have, erm...

(Stutters)

I guess mom's been
extra difficult recently,

and I just wanted to get
away for a night.

I think she's on the verge
of discovering something big,

and you know how she is when
she's got the bit between her teeth.

Anyway...

Stupid.

What kind of steak?

Filet mignon.

I do like fillet mignon.

You bastard! What?

I said I liked it.

Mum said you were
trying to play me,

and I didn't believe her.
(Sighs)

Can we do this another time?

(Scoffs) And let you
disappear into the ether?

I won't disappear
into the ether. (Sighs)

Okay. I will disappear
into the ether.

But you have to understand,
it's not personal.

Not personal?

Shh. Inside voices.

I will make as much
noise as I like!

Just once,
I want to make a scene

and not be told to "be quiet"
or to "pull myself together,"

or that I'm "being
ridiculous." Fine.

Seeking out someone
whose brother has just died,

taking advantage of their grief

when they're
at their most vulnerable.

What kind of person does that?

(Sighs) Ashit.

I'm a shit. Okay?

I used you
to spy on your mother.

Happy?

I hope you die.

That's very possible.

(Exhales heavily)

(Sniffs) I am going
to miss this.

Looking like a prophylactic
that can't play golf?

Killing people.

That feeling you get the
moment before you snuff out a life.

When you can see your own
eyes reflected in dilated pupils.

When you can count the
number of breaths they have left

on one hand.

Rokes: Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

(Rokes laughs)

Villanelle: He's crying out
to be killed.

Ugh.

I killed so many Americans
in cold war.

You can make giant, greasy
tapestry out of them.

They were less fat then,
but just so loud.

(Rokes yelling in excitement)

(Man laughing)

Rokes: Whoo! Yeah!

Rokes: Oh, yeah.
You can do it if you like.

One of us has to do it.

If it means so much to you,
you can do it, hmm?

Look at it as
my retirement present.

You have lost it, haven't you?

What? Yeah, you have lost it.

You want me to kill him
because you are afraid

you won't be able
to do it again.

Oh, boy. This is priceless.

I tell you one thing.
I'm glad that they agreed

to send me home,
before they realised

they had promoted a dud.

Get out of my way, please.

(Birds chirping)

(Sighs)

(Inhales)

(Ominous music playing)

Oops.

I got the train down to
London a couple of years back.

Me and the wife are big fans of
true crime walking tours, you see,

and if you want to get the most
serial killer bang for your buck,

the capital is the only
place to be.

You know, Jack the ripper,
Dennis nilsen, John christie.

We've done 'em all.

You ever tried one?

What? Oh, er...
No, I don't think so.

Oh, you must. Sure, some people

have a problem with the
glorification of the violence, etcetera,

but, me and the wife,
we love it. (Chuckles)

Not in real life, you
understand. No, no, no, no, no.

We're really very law-abiding...
(Phone line ringing)

(Chuckles) I mean,
I don't even kill spiders.

Bear: Yup. Bear, am...
Am I in the right place?

Castle Stuart? Yeah.

Are you sure this is the last
place the card was used? Positive.

(Golfers talking indistinctly)
Dasha: Hey.

They're coming.

(Leaves rustling)

Hey. (Man laughing)

(Shouts) Hey! Man 1: Who's that?

Man 2: Pull over here.

Excuse me. Sir.

Will you help me get my ball?

My mother's feeling
unsteady on her feet,

and we don't want to go
into the woods alone.

Catch you later. Sure.

Deal's off. I'm doing this one.

(Chuckling) You know,
some girls would stop themselves

asking for help
from a man these days.

They do it as a matter
of principle.

Uff! Not me.

I was brought up in a
family where men were men,

and women were women, and
women liked their men to be men.

Aye, that's how we did it.

Damn right. And that's why

I don't have a problem
promoting women to my board.

Because your lack
of know-how gives me

an excuse to feel heroic.

(Laughs heartily)

I'm only joking. That's...

What do you say in this country?

"Don't get your knickers
in a twist."

No, no, no. You got it in one.

I can't tell you the amount of
times I've gone to hit the ball

and hit something else entirely.

(Chuckles)

It's just in here
somewhere. Okay.

(Suspenseful music playing)

(Unloved playing)

(Villanelle sighs) (Rokes sighs)

I I feel... I

huh.

Oh, I think I see it.

It's just in that patch
of ferns over there.

Allow me. Oh.

Isn't this wonderful, mum?

The kind gentleman's
getting the ball for us.

Rokes: It's playing hard to get.

Do they not have belts in
america? Villanelle: Ugh.

Two...

One.

Here you go.

(Grunts)

(Rokes breathing heavily)

Rokes: Oh, god!

(Rokes shuddering)

Oh, my god.

Stuff that in your
Fanny pack and eat it!

Oh, my god!
What are you waiting for?

Run!

I there is something about

I the way you are I

oh, shit!

(Thunder rumbling)

I don't care much for
London, it must be said.

Too busy for my liking.
Too dangerous.

I always feel safe around here.

How about you? How do you
find our wee part of the world?

Driver: Jesus Christ!
(Brakes screeching)

Rokes: Oh, my god! Let him in.

(Sobbing) Thank you, thank
you, thank you. Oh, my god!

What happened?

There's a crazy woman on the
loose. What does she look like?

Why? Why? How does that
matter? What does she look like?

Pretty face.
Pretty girl. Nice figure.

She was with her mom.

Her mother? Yes. She hit her mom

in the head with a golf club.

Okay, where was this?
Where was this? What?

I don't know. Er...
Sixteenth hole,

about half a mile that way.
Okay. Get out.

What? Get out, get out, get out!

What is this vile country?

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Drive to
the sixteenth hole. Now!

(Watch your back playing)

(Thunder rumbling)

I I'm stuck here

I no way out

I back you can never go
back you can never go

I back you can never go
back, no, no, no...

What took you so long?

You were supposed
to be here hours ago.

I don't want to talk about it.

(Exhales)

Where are we going?

To get my money.

I back you can never go
back no, no, no

I no yawning

I smile for me

I back you can never go
back you can never go

I back you can never go I

(Suspenseful music playing)

Dasha?

(Dasha moans)

(Dasha chuckles)

Where is she?

(Muttering indistinctly)

Yes. I can't... I can't
hear you. Say it again.

He has lovely moustache.

Like Stalin.

(Laughing weakly)

(I see darkness playing)

I this time what you don't hide

I I see darkness in you

(wheezes)

(Coughing)

(Ribs cracking)

I I see darkness in you

(groans)

I I see darkness in you...

(Ribs cracking)

(Police siren blaring)

Mo: Carolyn, it's me. Call
me back when you get this.

I found the thing linking
thingy to the thingy.

You know, Paul to the twelve.

Okay, I'm gonna make
myself an omelette

to celebrate.
Omelette, run a bath,

put a bath bomb in it.

I you flow by

I I see darkness in you I

the fsb wants to kill me.

The twelve want to kill me.

Carolyn's daughter
wants to kill me.

My ex-wife wants to kill me.

My daughter wants to kill me.

My ex-wife's new boyfriend
would want to kill me

if he wasn't already dead.

Look where you're going, idiot.

That random guy
now wants to kill me.

I thought you didn't want
to talk about it. I don't.

Well, I'm hearing a lot of
something that sounds like talking

(imitating sobbing) For someone
who doesn't want to talk about it.

I think I'm just
really, really tired.

Ugh. Up your magnesium.

Maybe I shouldn't go.
Are you serious?

Maybe I should just
let them kill me.

Wow! Bring the mood
down, why don't you?

What I'm going to do
in Cuba, anyway?

I burn like that.

Well, read books on the beach.

Smoke cigars. Get your legs out.

Don't get murdered.

Wherever I go, someone
wants to murder me.

I can run as far as I
want, they will still come.

Ha! I probably deserve it.

You definitely deserve it.

This way you can get
murdered in a cute Havana shirt.

Let's face it, villanelle,
I'm a prick.

And the only thing I am
waiting for is another prick to...

Another prick to...

Shit!

Another prick to shit?
What is that?

Are you faking it?

(Thuds)

Get up! Get up.

No! No, you can't die on me now.

(Grunts)

How do we get the money?
Where's the money?

I don't want to die.

I'll come back for you.
I promise.

But I need the money. My pocket.

(People talking indistinctly)

I don't want to die.

Shut up.

I don't want you to die either.

I really don't.

(Groaning)

But you actually might.
(Whimpers)

(Exhales)

(Indistinct announcement
over pa)

(People talking indistinctly)

Man: No, hejust collapsed.
Woman: Can anyone help?

I know him. Man: Okay.

Konstantin. (Rapid beeping)

Has anyone called an ambulance?

Man: They're on their way.

Konstantin... (Inhales weakly)

Where is she?

(People talking indistinctly)

I I once

I had a love

I or did love have me?

(Couple talking indistinctly)

I it set me free

I it set me free I

(Dog barking in distance)

Perfect place for a yoga mat.

(Sighs) Geraldine.

I'm going to get a takeaway,
and it's terribly UN-cost-effective

for one person, so you're
going to have to come in on it.

I don't know what kind of thing
you find acceptable to eat nowadays,

but I'm sure that
hampstead will provide.

What's the matter with you?
Nothing. What's the matter with you?

Nothing. You're ordering
a takeaway.

Don't argue with me.
We're celebrating.

Aweasel that I thought was
a weasel, turns out to be...

A weasel? Yeah. Well done.

I don't mind, er, anything vegetarian.
Of course.

I'm going to order upstairs
and I'm going to

run a bath while we're waiting.

That's the kind of self-care
you're always advocating, isn't it?

(Mobile phone rings)

Carolyn: Hugh, this better
be good. I'm about to have a bath.

(Water running)

(Tap turns off)

Mum, the bath's overflowing.

Did you turn it off?
Of course I turned it off.

There's two inches of
water all over the floor.

(Sighs) You're not
really okay, are you?

Don't be ridiculous. I've had
some disappointing news, that's all.

Nothing to get het up about.

Well, what was it? The news.

Can't say. His family
haven't been informed yet.

Mum, did someone die?

(Inhales) Don't look
so shocked, Geraldine.

It's not like Kenny.

He wasn't a member
of the public.

He was fully briefed.
He knew the risks.

It was mo.

I fear the walls
may be closing in on me.

It's starting to feel personal.

Why didn't you tell me?

You said it was nothing
to get het up about.

How can you be so bloody calm?

What is wrong with you?

You're an emotional iceberg!

(Sighing)

I'm sorry.

Er, I'm... I'm sorry.

Don't... come at me like that.

I'm not coming at you.
I'm trying to hug you.

Just don't. Mum.

I'm warning you, Geraldine.

What? This isn't healthy.

It can't go on. You can't
just refuse to feel anything

for the rest of your life.

What kind of existence is that?

You... you have to find
some way to express yourself!

(Panting)

(Grunts) (Glass smashing)

(Grunts)

(Grunts) (Vase smashes)

(Breathing heavily)

(Glass crunching)

Is that the kind of thing
you were after?

Dr Barrie: We've put in a
stent to unblock your artery.

But we'll need to look
at some lifestyle changes.

Have you been under any
increased stress lately?

(Laughs)

(Continues laughing)

Mr vasiliev. Yeah.

Heart attacks are associated

with greater levels
of cortisol in the blood.

(Laughing)

Is there anything
that's been bothering you?

(Laughing)

Mr vasiliev. Yes.

(Continues laughing)

(Woman laughing)

(Woman continues laughing)

I I see you, you see me

I but I see you
and my heart stops

I you're looking
right through me I

Jesus Christ.

(Mobile phone ringing)

Hello? Villanelle:
We have to stop

running into
each other like that.

It's not good for both of us.

(Demolition girl playing)

J“ demolition girl

j“ demolition girl

I demolition girl I

(Theme music playing)