Eve: Um... I don't really have much to, uh...
Villanelle: I will eat anything. Thank you.
Eve: There's shepherd's pie.
Villanelle: Thank you.
Eve: I can do it in the oven, but microwaving it would be faster.
Villanelle: Microwave is fine. You're shaking.
Eve: Uh, yeah, well...
Villanelle: Hey, put on something from there. I won't look. You have a very nice body.
Villanelle: Do you want me to lay the table?
Eve: No, you're my guest.
(Eve takes a knife.)
Villanelle: You don't want that to slip. You can hold on to it if it makes you feel better.
Villanelle: Please. It's so nice to meet you.
Eve: You, too. Why are you here?
Villanelle: Did you make this?
Eve: No.
Villanelle: Your husband?
Eve: Yes.
Villanelle: He has an excellent mustache.
Eve: Why are you in my house?
Villanelle: I wanted to see you.
Eve: Why?
Villanelle: I need someone to help me. I don't wanna do this anymore. I know what I am. I know I'm not... normal, I... I don't feel things that... I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt your partner. I don't want to hurt people. They make me do it. If I don't do what they say... Eve, I have nowhere to go. I need help. Eve, please, I am so sorry.
Eve: Bullshit. Bullshit! God! You're an asshole, Oksana.
Villanelle: (LAUGHS) You are so pleased with yourself.
Eve: I know more than that.
Villanelle: Hmm?
Eve: I know you are Russian. I know you were in a prison in Moscow for five years until someone broke you out. I know you are exceptionally bright. Determined. Hard-working.
Villanelle: What else?
Eve: I know you are an extraordinary person.
Villanelle: What else?
Eve: I know something happened to you.
Villanelle: What else?
Eve: I know you're a psychopath.
Villanelle: You should never tell a psychopath they are a psychopath. It upsets them.
Eve: Are you upset?
Villanelle: Stupid word.
Eve: Are you here to kill me?
Villanelle: We're just watching you.
Eve: Who? Who do you work for? Why are you killing these people? Do you not know?
Villanelle: Do you know who you work for?
Eve: Yes.
Villanelle: Really?
Eve: Yes.
Villanelle: Really? I think if you went high enough, you'd probably find we work for the same people.
Eve: I have, uh, your prison file.
Villanelle: What does it say?
Eve: Why castration? What did he do to you? Tell me.
Villanelle: Okay. But can we get one thing clear before we go on with this?
Eve: Yes.
Villanelle: Is that a sweater attached to a shirt? Is it two separate pieces? How does it work?
Eve: Why Bill?
Villanelle: He was slowing you down.
(Eve tries to take the knife.)
Villanelle: Don't do that. Don't do that.
Villanelle: It's worse... When I push it through slowly. Don't make me.
(Villanelle smells Eve.)
Villanelle: Are you wearing it?
Eve: I am gonna find the thing you care about... And I am gonna kill it.
(Nico comes home.)
Eve: Oh! Please. Please?
Villanelle: What is your PIN?
Eve: One, two... Three... Four.
Villanelle: Okay. Thank you so much for your help. I'll take this. Hi! I'm sorry, I'm just leaving. (In British Accent)
Niko: Hello.
Villanelle: Hi. Oh, thanks, Eve, that was delicious!