Villanelle Transcripts: Killing Eve S2E6

Villanelle: Hi, partner. Welcome to my new home.

Villanelle: How's it going with Niko?

Eve: None of your business.

Villanelle: You want me not to kill someone? You do know what I do, right?

Eve: This is harder... a challenge.

Villanelle: I don't like to be challenged.

Eve: Do you want me to ask someone else?

Villanelle: No!

Eve: Good. So, Aaron Peel. Aaron doesn't like people. The only relationship he has is with his sister Amber. So we use her to get to him. She's going to A.A. meetings in London.

Villanelle: Clever. So... What do you want?

Villanelle: Gap year tragedy, who who fell in love with her coke dealer. (IN ENGLISH ACCENT)

Villanelle: A suncream heiress from Sydney who has her own, like, super successful bikini brand. (IN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT)

Villanelle: No? I know.

Villanelle: She's just arrived from New York after one too many nights on the wrong side of the bridge. And she has a really, really, really annoying accent. (IN US ACCENT)

Eve: I like her accent. What's her name?

Villanelle: Billie.

Eve: Billie?

Carolyn: This operation is strictly Moscow Rules. Cold war, analogue. No messages, no calls, no emails. We have to act on the assumption that Aaron will be watching and recording everything, including his sister, so no breaking cover. Not even for a second.

Villanelle: You're the real boss, aren't you?

Eve: Villanelle...

Villanelle: Ssh, Eve! Don't be disrespectful. Please, Carolyn.

Carolyn: Yes... I am. Ah, Eve, Villanelle. Here's our quartermaster.

Villanelle: Hello, sir.

Man: Morning.

Villanelle: Do I get a watch with a laser in it?

Man: I've been doing this now for 17 years. Do you know how often these jokes get made?

Villanelle: A lot.

Man: Never. Field agents approach their work with the solemnity it warrants. Grain-of-wheat microphone. Piggybacks on the G.P.S. signal from your phone, even when dormant. In a handbag, hanging in a cloakroom. Just appears as an ordinary G.P.S.

Eve: That is so cool!

Villanelle: Eve!

Eve: That is... What?

Villanelle: Professional! I'm so sorry.

Eve: What are you doing here?

Villanelle: I don't think a B. J. will help.

Eve: Don't.

Villanelle: He's too nice. He's too normal for you, you know that.

Eve: Stop it.

Villanelle: Why?

Eve: Because... you will never understand how much harder it is to be nice and normal and decent than it is to be like you.

Villanelle: Like us, you mean.

Amber: If I was going to date it it was when Mum died. I'm not blaming, but that is when it started getting really out of control. I didn't know where I'd been. There were whole days just missing - total blackout. I had to piece everything together with whatever was at the bottom of my bag - receipts, drugs I found a pair of pants once. Not mine, no idea.

Man: Thank you, Amber. Would anyone else like to speak?

Villanelle: Yeah, I would. I'm Billie.

Man: Hi, Billie.

Villanelle: And I'm an addict. Uh cocaine and alcohol primarily, but, honestly... whatever I can get. I recognize a lot of what Amber was saying. I wish I was better. A better person. Because it is so much harder to be nice and normal and decent than it is to be like this. I hurt someone when I was in Paris. My husband just left. He couldn't take it. He can't handle me anymore. He's too nice. And my best friend was killed in an accident. It was my fault. I have nobody left. Well, almost nobody. And that's my story, I guess.

Man: Poor me. Poor me. Pour me a drink.

Villanelle: Excuse me?

Woman: Just, um... Just careful with the self-pity.

Villanelle: Uh... Did you... Did you hear my story? My best friend just died. My husband has left me. I'm having a really awful time.

Carleen: Hey! We've all played the blame game.

Villanelle:

Man: Carleen, did you want to speak? What would you like to share with the group?

Carleen: Hi, everyone.

Everyone: Hi, Carleen.

Villanelle: (SARCASTICALLY) Hey!

Amber: Tough crowd.

Villanelle: Yeah. Really tough.

Amber: It's hard. But it gets easier. You just... You have to be honest.

Villanelle: I was being honest.

Amber: Were you? Look, these guys have seen it all. We're all here for the same reason. The group can smell bullshit from a mile away.

Marie: Amber, time to go. The car's outside.

Amber: Thanks, Marie. See you tomorrow.

Villanelle: See you tomorrow.

Villanelle: Don't be mad.

Eve: Don't you ever do that again.

Villanelle: Do what again?

Eve: If you ever use me or my life again, this is over.

Villanelle: You asked me to come work for you, remember?

Eve: Did you even read the A.A. briefing I gave you?

Villanelle: Yeah.

Eve: Because if you had, you'd know the first rule is honesty.

Villanelle: How can I be honest when I'm being a different person?

Eve: Aren't you always a different person?

Villanelle: Aren't you? At least I'm good at playing someone else.

Eve: Not that good, obviously.

Villanelle: Don't speak to me like that, Eve. I like you but I don't like you that much. Don't forget. The only thing that makes you interesting is me.

Eve: We'll try again in the morning.

Man: Does anyone else have anything they want to say?

Villanelle: I would.

Man: Go ahead, Billie, when you're ready.

Villanelle: I have real trouble telling the truth. I don't understand the concept, actually, but... But somebody told me it was important, so here goes. Most of the time... most days, I feel nothing. I don't feel anything. It is so boring. I wake up and I think, "Again? Really? I have to do this again?" And what I really don't understand is, how come everybody else isn't screaming with boredom too? I'm just trying to find ways of making myself feel something. More and more and more but it doesn't make any difference. No matter what I do, I don't feel anything, I I hurt myself, it doesn't hurt. I buy what I want, I don't want it. I do what I like, I don't... I don't like it. I'm just so bored.

Man: I think we can all relate to that.

Amber: Wow! What you said there was so powerful. It's not easy.

Villanelle: I've never really tried it before.

Amber: Yeah, me either. Hey, are you in London? I mean, living here.

Villanelle: Right now, yeah.

Amber: Would you...

Marie: Pardon me. I'm sorry, Amber. Allow me to remind you of the terms of your agreement. That you form no associations with anyone in these rooms. For your own wellbeing.

Amber: Yeah, yeah.

Villanelle: It's okay, we were just...

Marie: Perhaps collect your things. I'll see you outside in five minutes.

Amber: Sure.

Villanelle: You need to give Amber some space.

Marie: This is none of your business. Back off.

Villanelle: Hey, I'm going through a really difficult time at the moment. I'm just... I'm sorry, okay?

Konstantin: Who are you texting?

Villanelle: Eve.

Konstantin: Why?

Villanelle: She might be lonely.

Villanelle: Ah! It's Amber. "Hey, you free Thursday? Wanna come for family sups?" What? Why do rich people talk like children?

Amber: Where are you living, Billie?

Villanelle: Ahhh, in Shoreditch.

Amber: Mm, cool.

Aaron: And do you work?

Villanelle: Mm... not really. I was interning at a start-up but it was pretty intense.

Aaron: A failed intern. How inspirational.

Amber: Aaron!

Villanelle: Well, I couldn't do a job like yours. Running a huge company? No wonder you're selling it.

Aaron: How did you know I was selling it?

Villanelle: I... I read an article.

Aaron: In The Economist? Interested in business, are you? No offense, but you, uh... don't seem the type.

Villanelle: It was on the magazine pile at the waxing salon.

Aaron: Another train wreck friend for you. Where do you find them?

Amber: Brother! You're not being very fair. Please don't be like that.

Eve: What is that? Turkish?

Konstantin: Greek. Some kind of Greek.

Eve: He's trying to provoke her.

Konstantin: They need to be more careful.

Eve: Ignore him, he's an asshole.

Villanelle: Where is the bathroom?

Eve: Okay, Villanelle, see if you can find his office. Um... look for any hidden correspondence, written proof of interest in the sale... I'm trying to think what else. What else? And then get back. And don't take too long.

Aaron: Lost?

Villanelle: No. Obviously not. I'm being nosey. You read all these?

Aaron: The loo's that way. Try not to be too "nosey" on your way back. It's not polite.

Eve: It's okay. Just don't let him see that he's rattled you. He doesn't like people who stand up to him.

Konstantin: Maybe he does like it.

Eve: I don't think so.

Konstantin: Oh, popcorn.

Eve: I just wish we could see her.

Konstantin: Stop smothering her.

Eve: I'm not.

Amber: I think I'm gonna do mine as a rhyme. If I go up, I'll only fall but should I slide or should I crawl?

Aaron: Interesting.

Villanelle: Sorry, what's happening?

Aaron: Well, just choose which card from your hand you think accords with Amber's charming piece of doggerel and hand it to her face down.

Villanelle: Doggerel?

Aaron: Just pick anyone.

Villanelle: Is this something you two always do? Play games together?

Aaron: Meaning?

Villanelle: Uh... nothing. I was just asking.

Aaron: You ask a lot of questions. You seem to have the mind of a five-year-old.

Amber: A-Face, why are you being so mean? She's my friend.

Aaron: I wouldn't classify as a friend someone I once sat next to in a toilet stall.

Villanelle: Wow. That's not how...

Aaron: You're struggling with the rules of Dixit, a simple storytelling game for players aged eight and upwards, and yet you claim to have two philosophy degrees.

Villanelle: I do have two philosophy degrees.

Aaron: I know! I checked!

Villanelle: Fine.

Aaron: Which is why I'm puzzled with this whole faux ditz act. One part of the equation doesn't add up.

Villanelle: I'm sorry?

Aaron: Please remind me. What exactly did you study again?

Villanelle: General Philosophy and Social Policy and Philosophy of Religion.

Aaron: Ah, Philosophy of Religion. Fascinating. Where do you stand on Anselm's Ontological Argument?

Eve: Is there just the smallest chance she read the file?

Konstantin: No.

Aaron: Well, come on, then. Hm?

Eve: Villanelle - Anselm's Ontological Argument. Tell him the classic version is your favorite.

Aaron: It's perfectly simple. Where do you stand on it?

Villanelle: That it's boring.

Aaron: Oh, we can do better than that. What's your favorite refutation?

Eve: Say Thomas Aquinas.

Konstantin: I think she has taken her earpiece out.

Eve: What?

Aaron: I'm waiting.

Amber: Drop it, Aaron. Please stop.

Aaron: The grown-ups are talking, Amber. If it bored you you must have studied it, so you can at least detail the argument for it. I mean, it's first-year stuff. Even this thickie would be able to follow it. So what's the first premise? Or can you at least tell us what ontological means? Can you even spell it? Here you are. If you're going to lie at least do a bit of research.

Villanelle: Oh, I get it. You're a bully. Why would I even bother to have a conversation with someone like you? What is the point? My dad taught me that there is only one way to communicate with a bully.

Aaron: I see. And what was his advice?

Eve: What just happened?

Aaron: My nose is bleeding.

Konstantin: That mystery's solved.

Eve: Forget it.

Konstantin: Don't. Let her cool off. You are all over her.

Man: Can I get you anything?

Villanelle: What is in that?

Man: Sorry?

Villanelle: What is in that thing?

Man: Oh, lamb... mainly.

Villanelle: Mainly?

Man: Yeah.

Villanelle: But you can put any meat in there?

Man: I guess so, yeah. People will eat anything if you cut it thin enough and put hot sauce on it.

Villanelle: Anything? Really?

Woman: Oh, my God! Shit. We thought we were in trouble. You want to walk with us? It's dark. Probably safer.

Villanelle: Yeah, I would love that.