I believe there is a female assassin operating internationally.
Argh!
She's highly skilled and starting to show off.
I'd say she scores high on the psychopathy scale.
A woman in London is investigating your work.
Are you all right?
Wear it down.
I want you to watch her.
I need to know who she meets.
Where's my bag?
I think a girl was trailing you at the U-Bahn.
I'm on her tail.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Bill!
I want you out of this.
Oh, your suitcase came back.
Don't run.
I just want to have dinner with you.
Who do you work for?
Why are you killing these people?
You go in, kill Nadia, and come out.
The British, I'm going to give them everything.
I'm going to get into the prison security cameras.
Oh, my God.
I don't think I can trust you anymore.
You found me.
I really liked you.
Aah!
She has gone.
Oh!
God!
Oh, damn it.
Oh, no, no, no.
Carolyn.
- Hello? - I know where you are.
Carolyn.
Get back here now.
I think I might have killed her.
Congratulations.
Shoes and belts, please. Shoes and belts, please.
We want anything in your pockets, any jewelry, or keys.
Shoes and belts, please.
Do you have anything in your pockets... any jewelry or keys?
No?
Even belts? Thank you.
Madam. Hey.
Hey, madam!
Ohh! Come on!
Madam, you cannot just go and leave your items on the belt.
Uh, excusez-moi.
I had to go to the loo. It was an emergency.
I had a bad oyster.
Okay.
Oh, merci. Merci.
- Thank you. - Oui.
Shoes and belts, please.
Sorry.
Sorry. Were you saving this seat for someone?
Uh. Uh, no, no, please.
I-I'm sorry.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Don't panic. I know how you're feeling.
E-Exactly how you're feeling.
I don't... I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
Who are you?
Just a friend.
It's okay.
You're okay.
I was just like you.
H-How do you... How do you know me?
Have you thought about meetings?
Oh, my God.
I know. It can be...
Oh, you... you think I'm a junkie.
I really don't think that's an appropriate term.
I'm... Oh, my...
Don't worry about it. I get it.
Oh, my God.
You may not think you have a problem now.
Oh!
Most addicts don't. But it takes one to know one.
Okay.
Uh-huh. Thank you.
That's...
Oh.
Oh! Ohh...
Merde!
Drive faster!
This is your fault.
No, I didn't see you... you jumped in front of my car.
You really need an ambulance!
Ohh! Do you want to explain to them
how you ran over me on purpose?
Oh, my God. God, help me.
How long till we get there?
Um, maybe 10 minutes.
Do you know how to dispose of a body?
No!
Mesdames et Messieurs,
we will shortly be arriving at London St. Pancras.
Please take all your belongings with you
when you leave the train and keep them with you
at all times when on the station.
Hey, hey.
How long have I been here?
Oh, you're not French. Uh, we couldn't find any I.D.
How long?
A few hours.
What drugs have you given me?
Uh, painkillers.
We had to clean you up, stitch your injury.
We will start you on a course of antibiotics immediately.
How bad is it?
Your wound is deep,
but it isn't penetrating the organs.
With antibiotics and dressing, it should heal.
Has anyone come here? Anyone turned up looking for me?
I don't think so. No.
You know, with an injury like this,
I'm obliged to call the police.
I'm not safe.
What do you mean?
The man who did this to me...
my husband.
And he is a detective with the police judiciaire.
If he knows I am here, he will kill me.
I can ask the team
to keep the admission off the records for your own safety,
but when I get off my shift,
the next consultant may feel differently.
I'm sorry.
When does your shift end?
This evening.
Can I have one?
Oh. They are normally reserved for the children.
Oh. Stickers.
Gare Du Nord... that's what I said... "stabbed."
Nothing? You sure?
Merci.
What are these?
Hey. Do you speak English?
A little.
What is your name?
Gabriel.
What happened to you, Gabriel?
- Car accident. - Oh!
- Did you break your bones? - Yeah.
And they had to put skin from my leg onto my face.
That's gross.
- What is yours? - Stab wound.
It's really gooey.
No way. A man stabbed you?
A woman stabbed me.
Women don't stab.
I know.
It surprised me, too.
She did it to show me how much she cared about me.
That's stupid.
No, it isn't.
Sometimes, when you love someone,
you will do crazy things.
Gabriel?
Can you walk?
Yes, but it's painful. My hip has pins.
Great.
Do you want to play a game?
- How was your work trip? - Uh, fine, fine. It's boring.
- That's a lot of vegetables. - Yep.
- Hey! - Can we talk about what happened...
when you pissed off?
I wanted to make you dinner to apologize for being a dick.
You were kind of a dick.
Well, good news...
I was fired, so we can go back to just...
being normal.
Well, you certainly seem completely normal.
What are you cooking?
Nigella's, uh, roast chicken with, uh, lemon and rosemary stuffing.
Uh, the wine is in the fridge, and the chicken is almost done.
- Eve? - Yeah?
You mean this chicken?
Eve, it's ringing. Are you gonna answer it?
You've been in the bath for more than an hour.
Is everything okay?
Uh-huh.
Did something happen?
No.
Nothing happened.
You can tell me, Eve.
I...
I-I c... I can't.
Are you in trouble?
I don't know.
Don't.
I have to.
I'm going to eat.
Gabriel. Come on.
Come on, give it to me.
Give it to me.
- Did you get it? - Yeah.
Did anyone see you?
I don't think so.
Nice work.
You are really good at stealing. You should do it more.
You're funny.
Yes. I am funny.
Hello?
Mrs. Polastri?
It's Armando here from Rushmore Windows and Glazing.
I'm calling to talk to you about our new promotion.
Do you have time to talk?
Yes.
Tell me about your windows, Armando.
Tell me everything about them.
Uh, really?
Okay. Wow.
So, Rushmore has a new deal on..
Oh. Really?
Now, do you happen to know what type of windows you have?
Are they sash? Bay? Double glazed?
Because at Rushmore Windows, we specialize in a patented
draft-excluding grouting technology.
Some owners are shocked to discover
how much heat is wasted by a poorly...
Bonjour?
Oh.
Ah.
Mm.
Oh...
Oh!
Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm. - Oh, oh!
Oh, merci!
Shh.
Shh!
Do you have any money, Gabriel?
No.
Do your parents have any money?
Are they coming to visit today?
They died... in the accident.
That's not helpful to me, Gabriel.
Y-You don't look very good.
I'm fi...
I was on holiday...
...it would not eat me.
It would.
- No. - It would.
No.
Ah, Eve, this is Oliver.
Oliver, say "hello" to Eve.
Hello.
Would you go and play on that swing over there
and just show Eve how high you can go?
My father used to come to this park all the time,
to the men's bathing ponds, just over there.
Very popular in the '50s with spies.
Ideal place for a sensitive conversation...
and to have sex with boys, of course,
which would have been an added bonus for Daddy.
Paris...
- Carolyn, I... - No, don't apologize.
It's a waste of my time and yours.
A sudden urge to see the Mona Lisa, was it?
I do hope so.
I had... a feeling.
I am sorry. I-I went to find Villanelle.
I thought it might be that.
And did you?
No.
I found her apartment. She wasn't there.
She wasn't there?
What's her flat like?
Chic as shit.
As I was leaving,
some people appeared dressed as paramedics.
They had an ambulance, and they shot the old woman next door.
The Twelve would have got the cleaners in.
She's on the move, if she's alive.
Any ideas where she might have gone?
Any feelings?
No.
No feelings.
No, I don't want to go!
- Oh, my God, Carolyn! - What?
That... That man's taking Oliver!
It's probably his father, Eve.
Well, isn't he with you?
No, I've never seen him before in my life.
Thank you.
So, MI6 are sending a team over to Villanelle's flat now.
They won't find anything.
I won't be at all surprised if a sweet little married couple
have already moved in.
There won't be a trace of her.
Okay, so... well, that's it.
That's what?
Well, it's over. You... You fired me.
Oh, yes, I did. Um...
Well, lucky for you, circumstances have changed.
Come on.
Ohh.
- What time is it? - Morning.
- Ohh. - You snore, you know?
Yeah? Well, your parents are dead.
Gabriel, do you have any clothes?
Uh, yes... in there.
Sexy.
You can look if you want to.
What?
I said...
you can look under my bandages if you want to,
but you have to tell me how bad it is.
They won't let me look.
Fine.
Ow!
Cool.
Is it bad? Tell me the truth.
Please.
You sure?
Yes.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's... it's really bad.
- You look like a pizza. - What?!
Whoa. Wait. Did you lose an eye?!
I'm a monster!
You asked me to be honest, Gabriel.
Why are we here?
Carolyn.
- Carolyn. - Oh, Julia.
Oh!
- God. - Your hair smells delicious.
Oh!
Sorry about the traffic jam.
The UCH morgue's being refurbished,
and we're up to our eyeballs in eyeballs.
Is this her?
This is she.
- Beer? - Why not?
I-I'm sorry. What's happening?
I'm afraid this one's been in the ground
for a couple of months.
Ohh.
Forgive the smell.
He has been the tiniest bit exhumed.
Uh, can I sit down, please?
I-I am sorry about this.
Can I get you something? Water? Whiskey?
D...
A burger?
That's the formaldehyde.
The smell of the bodies makes you crave meat.
God.
That was delicious.
Mm.
Better?
Why am I here?
Alister Peel.
Alister Peel, the Internet guy? Really?
Uh, d-didn't he die like a couple months ago?
He did, of a heart attack... no suspicious circumstances.
Okay.
And then Nadia slipped a note
under the door of her prison cell.
The note contained two words... "Alister Peel."
And it was addressed to you.
What?
What do you mean it was addressed to me?
Why would Nadia write to me about Alister Peel?
Why, indeed?
When did you find out about this?
When were you gonna tell me?
I'm telling you now.
You think he was murdered. You think it was...
Yes, so I thought I'd draft in the head of the fan club.
How did he die, exactly?
It's cardiac arrest, caused by arterial air embolism.
Air bubble in the bloodstream makes its way to the heart.
Very hard to trace.
Hmm. Hmm.
Are you going to London now?
Yeah.
To see your girlfriend?
- Mm-hmm. - What if she stabs you again?
She won't.
How do you know?
I know her better now.
I know her better than anyone.
Better than she knows herself.
Never trust people on their looks, Gabriel.
You can see scary people a mile away...
it's the good people you have to worry about.
Do I look scary?
Your face? Yeah.
Will it get better?
No, don't think so.
Thank you for telling me.
No one will tell me the truth.
Come on.
It will be cool. You can... get an eye patch.
I don't want an eye patch.
I want to look the same as everyone else.
Don't be a drama queen.
I don't want people feeling sorry for me, staring at me.
I hate it.
I want to be normal.
Are you sure?
Normal is boring.
I'm not normal, you know?
But you look normal.
I know.
I wish I died in the car, like everyone else.
Would you want to spend your whole life like this?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
It would be shit.
He was a recluse, right?
Mm, reclusive, not a recluse.
A-Antisocial, let's say.
Um, did he have any staff or, um... I don't know...
uh, women who came into his house,
people he didn't know well?
Prostitutes?
No, I mean, like, chefs or personal trainers
or assistants or... I-I don't know.
He did have a pedicure.
- What? - Once a week.
A pedicure?
Don't be sexist, Eve.
Men can look after themselves, too.
Well... perfect.
Look for a puncture mark on his foot.
Well done.
So... Villanelle.
She could have been in England a couple months ago,
and Lord knows she loves a costume.
What am I doing here, Carolyn,
going through the charade of solving your little test?
And you're proving yourself useful.
No.
What's going on with Konstantin and Moscow,
and what were you doing talking to Villanelle in that prison?
I mean, who do you even work for?
Are you a part of The Twelve?
What really happened in Paris?
Why was Nadia's note addressed particularly to you?
And why are you and Villanelle so interested in each other?
You see how it works?
- I need to go home. - Home?
Is that really what you want?
I mean, what do people do at home?
I-I mean, I c... I can't do this.
Whether you work for us or not, she'll come for you.
So what's it to be... witness protection in Rochdale?
I can start the paperwork.
I mean, what new name would you like?
Come on, Eve. There's no need to pretend.
If she's alive, you need to find her...
before she finds you, and she will.
And there's no need to play the reluctant ingenue with me.
Just save that for your husband.
Tell him I forced you to do it.
It'll make it easier.
Go on.
Mum, can I have some chocolate?
Please!
You know, I've been thinking... all day.
And I realized there's no way out of this job.
You need this.
You can't leave.
I don't think so.
I'm so sorry.
You don't need to apologize... just talk to me, Eve.
Tell me. You can tell me anything,
but not telling me... I can't do that.
I can't do it.
So...
are you gonna tell me what's going on, please?
I bought a shit ton of really expensive windows.
Come on.