All language subtitles for Killing.Eve.S02E02.Nice.and.Neat.576p.AUBC.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.x264[eztv]

I know where you are.
Come home, Eve, now.

I think I might have killed her.

-How long have I been here?
-A man stabbed you?

-A woman stabbed me.
-No way out of this job.

-I'm so sorry.
-Just talk to me.

-Alister Peel.
-The internet guy? Really?

You think he was murdered.
You think it was...

Villanelle.
She's on the move.

Come on, Eve. If she's alive,

you need to find her.

What are you doing?

Are you shopping?

You really have changed.

The blue one's sexy.

Oi!

Oi! This is not
a homeless shelter.

Your laundry load is finished.

No, no, no, no, no... No!

My medication has been stolen!

Hey!

Alister Peel.

-It's crazy.
-No matter how rich or famous you are,

you always end up
with your dick out on a slab.

I nearly threw up.
They had to get me a burger.

So you're not completely heartless.

Not yet.

And they think she did it?
That's why they want you in.

Maybe, yeah. It's just to brief the Peel
operation on Villanelle, I think.

I had a dream about Bill last night.

-Eve.
-His stupid little face.

I picked up my phone
the other day to text him.

I'm sorry. You know,
let's not talk about this.

No, it's okay. This is how
it works, we have to talk.

-Gross.
-I want you to know that I hear you

-and that I still respect you.
-Ew.

-Be careful.
-What do you mean?

...you know,
if you see something strange.

You know, be careful.

What a touchingly
reassuring goodbye.

Sorry.

Come on.

Excuse me.
So sorry to bother you--

No, sorry, I don't have any change.

Excuse me.

Sorry, do you need to get past?

No, I need your help.

-Oh, right. I don't think I can--
-That man... out there,

he's my stepfather.

-He did this to me.
-Oh. Oh, dear.

I need someone to help me get
out of here without him seeing.

If I could just walk behind you...

Gosh, I, er...

-It's not my... It's not my...
-Please.

Er...
Go on. Alright.

Just stay behind me.

Oh, yeah, just leave your stuff
on the till, mate!

Don't worry about it!

Don't look at him. He's
completely lost his mind.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

I don't think he saw us.

Thank you. I don't know
what I would have done.

-Well, here you go.
-A handkerchief, wow!

You're such a gentleman.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Do you have someone
you need to call?

Is there anything I can do to help?

I've nowhere to go.

No friends?

I don't really have any.

There must be
something I can do to help.

I can't just leave you here.

I'll be alright.

Look, er...

I have a spare room...

if you need somewhere
for a night or two.

No, I couldn't. Thank you.
It wouldn't be right.

I would... If you're worried,
I would never...

What I mean is, you'd be
completely safe, of course.

But wouldn't I be
an inconvenience to you?

No, not at all.

"Do not neglect to show
hospitality to strangers

for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares."

But that would make me an angel.

Yeah, I suppose it would.

-Your name?
-Eve Polastri.

-Alright?
-Yeah.

How do you always look so good?
I mean, do you even sleep?

It's my moisturizer.

It's made of pig's placenta.

It costs a fortune and smells like ass
but it is exceedingly effective.

I don't mind smelling like ass.

I'll send you the link.

What have you told these guys
my role is, exactly?

-Outside expert.
-Expert on what?

Female assassins.

-Hi, Eve.
-Kenny!

-I didn't know you'd be here.
-Oh.

No, it's... It's okay.

Now that Villanelle is part
of the Peel investigation,

I thought it might be useful to
keep the Trafalgar Team intact.

Will Elena be--

Elena felt the job
was no longer for her.

-She's worried about getting murdered.
-Okay.

-Would you like to sit here?
-Are you alright?

-No.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Jess. Welcome to Operation Manderley.

This is Hugo - dogsbody
and total Cambridge posh boy.

Apologies for him in advance.

Oxford, actually. Just pretends not to
remember to hurt my feelings.

She's very undermining.

Let me know
if there's anything you need.

Welcome to M.I.6.

An Old Etonian around every corner
waiting to steal your job.

Oh, Julian, wow!

My mother collected them.

-I should throw them away.
-No.

They're lovely.

Sit up straight, Annabelle.

We have a guest.

Could I possibly sit down?

Of course.
You must be tired. Yes.

Oh, yeah.

Can I get you anything?

Do you have any cake?

Oh, er...no.

But I could get you some.

Honestly, you've done enough.

Lemon drizzle.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

Eve? What happened?
Mom said you went to Paris--

I'm so glad to see you.

-Are you two having an affair?
-Yeah.

I found her.
I found Villanelle.

-What? Where is she?
-Kenny, I...

I stabbed her.

-What? What!
-Ssh!

Oh, my God, Eve!
Is she dead?

I don't know. I don't know.
She disappeared.

-This is really bad.
-I know.

-Does Mom know?
-Think I should tell her?

No! No.
You're withholding information

on an investigation
that you're working on.

Well, on the bright side...
now you are too.

Oi, lovebirds! Jess wants
to hear the assassin briefing.

So, I am Eve Po... Polastri.
I'm just...

I'm just gonna talk
a little bit about...

Sorry.

-Do you need a hand?
-No, no, I'm... I'm fine.

-You just press...this one.
-Yes.

And then...

Thank you, Hugo.
I can work a remote.

Yes, miss.

Yes...

So, originally our team was set up

to look into a string of
international assassinations.

Cesare Greco, Carla de Mann,
Zhang Wu.

There didn't seem to be
a whole lot connecting them

except for this female assassin:

Oksana Astankova...

..or as she prefers
to be called...

..Villanelle.

Her handler was this man,
Konstantin Vasiliev,

F.S.B. agent who moonlighted

for the criminal organization
that hired her.

She shot Konstantin
in a tearoom full of people.

-She's sloppy?
-No, not usually.

She's...flamboyant.

And attention-seeking.

And instinctive.

Spoilt.

Easily bored.

But, no.

She's not sloppy.

Frank Haleton.

He was in a government safe
house when she murdered him.

That's Bill Pargrave.

She stabbed him to death
on a nightclub dancefloor.

If anyone says, "It's murder
on the dancefloor,"

I will throw them out the window.

Elizabeth?

Everything alright?

Do you need anything?

No, thank you, Julian.

Hello, this is Eve Polastri,
Project Manderley.

I need to see all the
crime-scene photos you have

from the Paris hospital murder
yesterday.

Can you email them through?

Yes, it's urgent.

I think I might need
some antibiotics.

What you need is rest.

You'll be right as rain tomorrow.

But...I get tonsillitis.
It could get infected.

Open your mouth.

Say ahh.

-Ahh.
-No white spots.

Little worry wort. You'll feel better
in the morning, I promise.

Now get some rest.

-Like a hottie bottie?
-A what?

A hot water bottle.

-I don't think so.
-Okay.

Stop! Stop!
That's my mother.

What? I... I thought...

Come on.

Come on, Mommy, it's alright.

-It's alright.
-What's wrong with her?

Dementia.

Thank God. I thought...

I thought she was a ghost.
I hate ghosts.

I should have warned you.
I'm sorry.

Why do you lock her in?

She kept leaving the house
in the night and getting lost.

So it's safer for her this way.

-Okay. Good night.
-Good night.

-Julian.
-How are you feeling?

I need you to call the doctor.

Tell him I need Tigecycline
or...or Cefepime.

-What are those?
-And I...

I need some things
from the pharmacy.

I wrote you a list last night.

"Antiseptic... aspirin...

Ibuprofen..."
Someone's a hypochondriac.

You know, I should leave.
You've already been so kind.

No, please don't. Of course
I'll go to the pharmacy.

I have to pick up some things
for Mom anyway.

"Sanitary...pads."

Ooh. That'll cause a bit
of a stir at the pharmacy.

I'll have to tell them
they're for my...

girlfriend.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Maybe.
What do you know about psychopaths?

I went to boarding school.

So what does this look like to you?
This particular murder.

A heart attack caused by
air injected under the toenail.

-Discreet.
-Right, right.

-It's subtle... boring.
-Boring?

Relatively, yes. Villanelle
is an attention-seeker.

Most psychopaths are.

She likes playing to the gallery.

She wants it to be fun.

She wants people to know
when she's killed someone.

-She wants me to know.
-You?

Whoever. People.

-It wasn't her.
-It wasn't her.

How are my two girls?

I wouldn't
trust her with a dead rat.

I hate this show. Horrible.

Julian, I need you to go
to the pharmacy.

Can we maybe open a window?
It's so hot!

I don't think that's a very
good idea with your fever.

Look at your hair.
It's all messy. Silly.

There.

There.

Nice and neat.

-Hello, dear.
-Oh, God.

How lovely to see you again.

Are you faking it?

How's Deb?

Deb got fat.

Oh, dear, what a shame.

Shame.

You will be careful of Julian,
won't you?

-What?
-He's a good boy, really.

What do you mean?

Hey.

Hey!
Come back.

You're kidding me?

What do you mean?

One of the richest men in
the world lives in this house?

Hello, are the family inside?

They are. Go ahead, ma'am.

Close your mouth, Eve.

It's not exactly Versailles, is it?

Not what you were expecting?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's alright.
People are always surprised.

He used to walk past this house
on his way to school every morning.

Said it was the nicest house
he'd ever seen.

So when he made his
first million...he bought it.

And never left.

-That's awesome.
-Awesome?

Let's get this over
and done with, shall we?

-Amber?
-Hello.

You said there was
something about Dad?

Yes. We've come here
with rather difficult news.

-What, has he died again?
-Aaron.

I'm afraid your father was murdered.

No.

-That's not right.
-He had a heart attack.

-We were both here.
-Someone's got mixed up.

I'm afraid not.

The day your father died,
a beautician was here.

That wasn't unusual. She came every
week. Usually during board meetings.

During?

Dad liked to make his disdain
for the business side clear.

So you saw her?

Do either of you remember
what she looks like?

...do you recognize
this woman?

Stop it, Eve.

I can feel your excitement.

Don't get all giddy and sing
along to the radio in my car.

I knew it. I knew it!

A new girl.

Perhaps, or maybe
it's someone so good,

she's been operating
undetected for a while.

Villanelle will be furious.

They can't remember
a single thing about her?

-Nothing.
-That's convenient.

I know, I know, but...

..I do believe them.

So what kind of woman does
no one ever pay attention to,

especially people like the Peels?

It has to be someone who
can go about their business

without anyone noticing because...

because what they do
is seemingly uninteresting.

They're, they're not important.
They're...

They're invisible.

It's the kind of woman who
people look at every day

and never see.

What are you looking for?

A kitchen knife.

-What for?
-To stab you with.

Nothing sharp in the house, I'm
afraid. Mom might cut herself.

Are you going to the doctor's?

Will you just stop badgering me
for five minutes!

Erm...I'll bring you back
some flu tablets.

Hello, Dozen Incorporated.

It's Cher Horowitz.
I've failed my driving test.

I'm sorry, Ms. Horowitz,

we haven't got anyone here
who can help you.

Thank you for your call.

Operator.

-Connect me to M.I.6, please.
-Is this a prank call?

No, I need to speak to M.I.6.

I'm sorry, we can't
disclose that number.

Okay, well...

Tell them I'm going to blow up
the Houses of Parliament.

You know, I get calls like this
every day. Very distressing.

-Hello?
-Please clearly state the name

of the person you wish to be
connected to after the tone.

Eve Polastri.

I'm sorry. I didn't catch that.

Eve Polastri.

I'm sorry. I didn't catch that.

Eve Polastri, you piece of shit!

I forgot my...

Please hang up and try again.

Please hang up and try again.

Please hang up...

-The Ghost?
-She's the opposite of Villanelle.

She's... careful and anonymous.

And meticulous and discreet.

Right now, we have no idea
how long she's been operating

or who she works for.

We're working on the assumption
that this is a woman,

late-to-middle age,

looks like an immigrant worker
so she's not white--

-What makes you think that?
-The fact you interrupted me

mid-sentence makes me think that.

So this is our new lead. We'll
focus on The Ghost from now on.

We can rule out Villanelle
from this investigation.

Wait, wait. Not entirely.

Why not?
We don't need her anymore.

Yeah, but...

Surely she's worth investigating?

She might know something
about The Ghost.

Eve, can you come with me, please?

Quickly.

Are you sure it was her?

Eve Polastri, you piece of shit!

Who were you calling?

-No one.
-Don't lie to me.

You ungrateful...

You think anyone else
would pick up a girl like you,

give her a roof over her head?

You thought I'd be
an easy target, didn't you?

Thought you'd take advantage
of the Good Samaritan.

I see what you're doing.

Don't think I haven't noticed.

Playing the innocent,
batting your eyelashes,

getting me to wait on you
hand and foot, feed you,

look after you, give you
everything you want.

And what do I get? What do I get?
Nothing!

Nothing!
Why don't I get anything?

It was a surprise!

-I... I didn't want to tell you.
-What are you talking about?

I...was on the phone
to a bakery.

I was ordering you a cake.

-What cake?
-To thank you...

..for being
my knight in shining armor.

Oh... Oh, Elizabeth...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

What an idiot I am.

What must you think of me?

I think
you're going to bleed to death.

What? Urgh!

This is what you get, Julian.

Where is she?

Well, she called
through the operator.

We only have the area code but
the police have been informed.

She won't get far.

Hello, Villanelle.

-Who are you?
-Raymond, your new handler.

-I thought I'd been fired.
-Circumstances have changed.

-No, thanks.
-You called us.

From an unprotected line.

That wasn't very clever, was it?

You know what?

I've had a really shitty
couple of days.

And I really,
really need to go to a doctor.

What I don't need is
a boring stranger in a Volvo,

giving me a lesson
on how to use the phone!

Alright. Off you go.

-What?
-If you don't want to work with me,

-off you go.
-Fine.

Whatever.

Only joking.

Who do you think
you work for, Oksana?

Do you think you can just
do whatever you want?

You're on a very tight leash
from now on. Alright?

A choke lead.

Antibiotics are in
the glove compartment.

There's some water in there
so you can swallow them down.

49! Number 49!

-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.

-The house is clear.
-Thank you.

He's still warm.

Oh, my God.

She's gone. Damn it!

We were so close,
she was right here.

I think we're going to have
to get you some protection.

Oh, yeah, you think?

There's someone we need to speak to.

Hey.

Everything okay?

What's up with him?

Promise you won't be cross.

Hello, Eve.

-How did it go?
-Boring and discreet.

Just like you asked.

-It's not Villanelle's style.
-What about The Ghost?

-Maybe they work together.
-The higher-ups like her work.

-Oh.
-Two different organizations.

What is the Peel Company selling?

Do you know where Villanelle is?

You think she loves you?
Then make her hate you.

Gemma, this is Eve, my wife.

-We didn't think that you'd make it.
-Oh, we?

-Villanelle?
-She's still in London.

Do be aware that the hotel
now has a new guest.