Killing Eve

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Eve and Helene; Villanelle and Carolyn; Pam and Konstantin.

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This was a week for new and increasingly deranged pairings.

Its been a minute since Villanelles been pressed to negotiate a new dynamic with a real contender.

Helene continues to test the limit of Eves bravado only to discover the limit does not exist.

What can I say about Konstantin?

I miss the sound of that mans unhinged laughter when hes not around.

Its an interesting reveal.

She doesnt do what she does for the money, so why does she do it?

And why does she want to bring her employer down?

Tonight that means mentioning Fernanda and her missing husband, Lars Meier, almost immediately.

Helenes surprised but not shaken.

Shes got a secret on Eve, too she already knows of Villanelles arrest.

A race then: First one to find Lars wins.

Its worth pausing to question why Yusuf is so damn helpful all the time.

Can it really be that hes justsuperinto Eve when she gives him so little in return?

Eve and Yusuf trace the photo back to an antique store in Gay Paree.

Another head game perhaps, but it lends her invitation the promise of sex and/or the threat of violence.

Eve accepts, likely neglecting to tell even Yusuf that shes sharing the evening with a known torturess.

At times, Eve and Helene almost resemble partners on a shared hunt for the Twelve.

Its Truth or Dare, really.

Dare: Hold the blade to my skin.

Truth: Helene hates weak women, thats why she does what she does.

She rescues vulnerable fools like Pam and renders them invincible.

Dare: Eve takes off her clothes and enters the bath.

Its not as steamy as either woman might have imagined it.

They struggle to negotiate their legs; Eve sits on a glowing, buzzing childs bath toy.

In the end, Helene offers her homemade soup in lieu of a sponge bath.

Its a testament to how formidable Eves grown that Helenes compelled to assert her dominance so nakedly.

Eve doesnt bother with a poker face sheissurprised.

But if this complicates things for Eve, shes not telling.

Eve slinks across the sofa and kisses Helene deeply an admission, perhaps.

Now its Helenes turn to look surprised, but by what exactly?

That Eve would take it so far?

Helene is the author of everyones fate this week, in a way.

No one leaves The Twelve, she tells her.

Not you, not me.

For her part, Carolyns not made any headway turning the double-agent back to Team Russia.

In that regard, Villanelles appearance is a godsend.

Killing is natural and primal, Carolyn assures her.

Whats the point of being good for its own sake?

Be good at what youre good at.

Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves, little Villanelle.

Carolyn suggests a bold new partnership between two women who dont like their assigned teams.

She removes the mans finger with cheese wire how resourceful, how gruesome.

Truth: Villanelle is a Christian.

Truth: Carolyns father was a gay spy of apparent renown.

Truth: Explain whats so intriguing about Eve.

No one fakes their own death because theyre up to good.

Carolyn decides to head to Berlin, the last place she saw Lars before this.

And when Vlad next calls, she destroys her phone.

Carolyns not MI6 anymore, but shes not FSB either.

She has a new passport, compliments of Moscow.

Like Eve, like Helene, like Villanelle, shes her own team now.

She really does know everything.

But Pam fails on her first errand when she refuses to push a random woman off the pier.

Abandoned by her handler, Pam tours the Margate theme park instead.

She bashes the hammer game because shes strong from lifting dead bodies; she lets loose on the rides.

She musters up the nerve to lure Konstantin onto the pier and then shoves him into the sea.

Dont underestimate me, Pam says, an echo of Helenes compliment.

Maybe she is special.

Konstantin just laughs, because hes clearly the shows most unapologetic sociopath.

Hes got no bigger mission, no allegiances.

Hes motivated to do this work by money and some twisted sense of fun.

Or at least not kill each other.