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Killing Eve
Phoebe Waller-Bridge
Episode 1
3
rd
October, 2016
for BBCA
1
INT. BERLIN. ICE-CREAM PARLOUR - EVENING
1
An old florescent light flickers in a small, tired ice-cream
parlour. Faded pastel wallpaper and enthusiastic posters
exclaim flavours in German: “Vanille! Schokolade!”
A few people walk past on the street outside.
The vendor, a teenage boy, stands numbly at the counter.
A mother and daughter(7) sit by the window.
There is an eerie quiet about the scene.
Then we see her.
Sitting alone and upright at a small, plastic table is a
petite, striking, impossibly chic young woman.
Her black hair falls lightly down her back. Her precise yet
subtle make-up hardly noticeable. Her eyes totally
unreadable. She is impeccable and impenetrable.
On her table is a passport, and an airline ticket. By her
feet, a weekend case and two high-fashion shopping bags.
She neatly eats a large, elaborate ice cream. Three flavours
with all the trimmings.
This is Villanelle.
The little girl stares at her from her window-side table,
while her mother rifles through her handbag.
Villanelle and the girl stare at each other for a moment.
Both eating their ice creams.
Eventually Villanelle smiles awkwardly at the girl.
The girl does not smile back, but continues to stare
suspiciously, shovelling ice-cream into her mouth until she
moves her gaze to the young man at the counter.
He notices and smiles at her.
A huge chocolatey grin peels across the girls face in
response. She giggles at him.
Villanelle observes the easy exchange: the dipping of the
boys head, the crinkle of his eye, the kind, wide smile. She
frowns.
She turns to the little girl who is watching her again.
Villanelle smiles at her again, but this time identically
mimicing the dipping of the boys head, the crinkle of his
eye, the kind, wide smile.
2.
The girl now smiles back.
Satisfied, Villanelle looks at her watch, spoons the last her
ice-cream and picks up her bag.
She drops some change into the tip jar as she passes the boy.
VENDOR
(blushing)
Danke.
She nods and heads to the exit. He watches her admiringly
from the corner of his teenage eye, already in love.
As she passes the grinning little girl she hesitates.
deliberately knocks the small pot of ice-cream into her lap.
The little girl screams.
Villanelle exits with a small smile.
2
INT. LONDON. EVE’S BEDROOM. 5.45AM.
2
A mobile phone rings relentlessly. Eve (41, smart, sardonic,
a touch of ennui) sleeps. She yells into the room from her
pillow. Her husband, Niko (40s, Polish) puts a pillow over
her head in protest of her groan. She pushes her hand out,
leans over the side of the bed and rummages through her bag
to find her phone. She answers.
EVE
(into the phone)
Somebody famous better be bleeding
on a street somewhere.
(beat, serious)
Oh. Wow, shit, ok. No, no I’ll be
there. Yes, I’m already up.
She puts the phone down and immediately curls back up to a
sleepy Niko.
NIKO
National emergency?
EVE
(into his shoulder)
Yup.
3
INT. THAMES HOUSE, HEADQUARTERS OF MI5. CORRIDOR. EARLY
MORNING.
Caption: MI5.
3
3.
Eve, now in a badly fitting suit, trying to cover her shirt
with her jacket because she forgot to put a bra on in the
rush to get ready, balancing a folder and a briefcase walks
quickly down a corridor with her deadpan assistant, Elena,
who is eating a croissant.
EVE
(stressed)
I forgot to put a bra on.
ELENA
You look like shit.
EVE
Thanks. What’s going on? Did you
get me a croissant?
ELENA
No. Want the rest of this?
EVE
Of course I want the rest of that.
Elena stuffs it all in her mouth. Eve watches her.
EVE (CONT’D)
I could actually cry.
ELENA
(grinning)
Sorry. Ok, from what I could
eavesdrop on, Germany is here.
Their department fucked up in
Berlin and a Balkan sex-trafficking
politician has been murdered -
EVE
(sarcastic)
Oh no!
ELENA
I know, bum-out.
EVE
Why have they called
me
in?
ELENA
Take notes for Bill? Don’t know.
EVE
Was it a contract kill?
ELENA
Don’t know.
EVE
You really earn your money you
know.
4.
ELENA
I have no idea what we do here.
EVE
Get me a croissant.
Elena pulls a croissant in a paper bag out of her handbag and
hands it to Eve, who smiles and shakes her head, amused.
ELENA
Everyone’s in there with an
important looking German man.
(She grins)
You’re the late one.
4
INT. THAMES HOUSE. MI5 MEETING ROOM. LATER
Eve creeps in to the room finding six officials sitting
around a table listening to CAROLINE, HEAD OF MI5
INVESTIGATIONS introducing everyone.
CAROLINE
And this is John Hammond, from the
NCA's Organised Crime team.
Eve sits next to her superior BILL, (50s, dry).
BILL
(to Eve, under his breath)
Professional. Where did you get
that?
He tries to grab her croissant bag. She pulls it away.
Caroline gestures towards them.
CAROLINE
And finally, this is Bill Woodman.
Hi.
BILL
4
CAROLINE
And his late Associate Eve
Polastri. They provide protection
and security for high profile
visitors to the UK. What has just
happened in Berlin is basically
their worst nightmare.
There is a crackle as Eve tries to get to her croissant.
Everyone looks. She stops.
CAROLINE (CONT’D)
I hoped they might have some
insight into your situation, Lucas.

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