If there’s anything Killing Eve has taught us about Villanelle, it’s that she sure looks good in pink. Episode four of season two is proof of that—even if none of her looks is nearly as high-fashion as the pink tulle Molly Goddard confection that earned her the reputation of TV’s chicest assassin in season one.
While it’s the least notable of her ensembles this episode, the first look is perhaps the most telling. As evidenced by the picturesque canal where they meet—ostensibly to take in the view, though of course really to talk about the next unfortunate human she’s going to kill in cold blood—Villanelle and Konstantin are in Amsterdam, where the former appears to have purchased a drapey magenta jacket, a pair of floral pants, and a quite uncharacteristic white T-shirt emblazoned with a cartoonishly sumptuous lips.
Maybe Konstantin has a point; with Eve on her mind, Villanelle does seem to be going a bit soft, even as she teases him about his own recent purchases: a black short-sleeved vest and a graphic button-up, whose shirttails billow in the wind for the length of the scene.
Villanelle is sharp as ever when she next appears, though, perhaps having dressed for the occasion of writing a postcard to Eve. Even a street-style-minded tourist toting a camera and a Celine bag can’t help but notice her sleek pink monochrome, complete with a fuchsia floor-length skirt and enormous gold earrings. The tourist compliments Villanelle and asks to take a photo of her for her Instagram—and Villanelle responds with a look of pure scorn and some advice to match: “Get a real life!”
But her dark mood lifts almost the moment she resumes writing the message she’s about to send off to London: “Darling Eve, I hope you haven’t forgotten about me!!” scrawled on the back of a card featuring two men being hung upside down with their guts spilling out onto the ground beneath them. Cute!
The image is clearly still on Villanelle’s mind later that night, which she spends thinking about Eve in between re-creating the postcard’s carnage. As for how her victim ended up hanging by his ankles, well, he clearly also thought Villanelle looked good in pink; he followed her down a street in the city’s red-light district, which she was roaming in a flouncy pink tulle dress, topped off with an apron and a furry pink pom-pom hat. Oh, and a mask completely obscuring her face behind that of a pig with eyelashes. There’s no shortage of pink tulle, but it’s definitely no Molly Goddard.
By the next day, Villanelle has moved to the opposite end of the color wheel. After slipping into a silky green robe, she returns to the scene of the crime and perches at a street-facing window in hopes of catching a glimpse of Eve. But at this point, it’s not only Konstantin who’s caught on to their flirtations; Carolyn both confiscates the postcard and sends Jess, Eve’s pregnant co-worker, to Amsterdam in her stead.
To cope with the disappointment, Villanelle acts like she’s actually just a tourist in Amsterdam: She buys drugs and heads to a nightclub, where, funnily enough, her silky robe fits in just as well as it did at the brothel. Villanelle herself, however, does not; by the time morning rolls around, she’s covered in vomit—and, shockingly, tears.