Nothing reminds a bitch what she really is better than the good old-fashioned face mush. Yes, Killing Eve had a handgun out, waving it around, crazed, like a complaint, but it isn't, it's a shit test and she wants to see. The Giudices have everyone over for a weekend of live ammo and dry-humping. Imagine you are eleven years old and sitting in the yard next door. That night he told me she was.