- [Man] Princess Violetta of Bulgaria.
(punch landing) - I am not only
exceptionally beautiful, I am also mistress of deceit.
Vodka tonic?
- I've finally met someone and she's tender and gentle.
- Tell me more about Rabbit.
How is he coping?
- Why me?
That secret society, it's real.
- I know, I told you!
- I should be out there saving the girl
I love from the gallows.
- [Flora] You really going to bust me out on your own?
- Yeah, 'cause I love ya!
And always will, ooh!
(body snapping) No, Flora!
And you would (moaning).
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
What the shit?
(door knocking) - Police!
We're coming in! (door crashing)
- Now, this ain't how it looks.
- Right, because it looks like you've murdered Mr. Larkham
and then written some weird shit on the wall.
Though, to be honest with you, Rabbit,
I think the murder makes a big enough point.
- No, this is a stitch-up.
Someone's come in here,
they've done this horror while I was asleep,
and they've scarpered and they've tipped you off.
- Nick him, Keith.
(dramatic music)
- All right.
(blade swishing)
I didn't kill Larkham,
and I've never used this knife, until now, obviously.
- Please don't slash me, Mr. Rabbit, sir.
I've got a wife and kids.
- He doesn't care.
- Your wife's just had a boy, hasn't she?
- Yes, Sidney.
Born on the 4th of November.
That's Bonfire Night. - Bonfire Night's
the 5th of November, you moron!
- No, you're doing very well.
Your Sidney would be proud.
- You'll hang for this, Rabbit.
(suspenseful music)
You better run, Rabbit.
(blade clattering) (man screaming)
(dramatic music)
- And that is why, and I can hardly believe I'm saying this,
Inspector Rabbit is the most wanted man in London.
He is highly dangerous
and you are authorized to shoot if necessary.
- This can't have been Rabbit!
Okay, yeah, he's a little bit unstable,
his girlfriend was hanged and he hated Larkham,
but I'm 90, all right, I'm 55% certain he didn't do it.
- And why would he paint I am the Weaver?
He loathes handicrafts.
- He's guilty!
A child can see it.
A chimp on a toilet can see it.
A goat on a garage can see it.
- Do we know the writing is even in Rabbit's hand?
This is a long shot, but are there other examples
of messages Rabbit wrote on walls in blood?
- Whack it in, Keith!
(film sliding)
- Look, compare the handwriting.
The W is clearly of a different cursive script.
- All other cases suspended!
(dramatic music) All suspensions suspended!
Everyone, including you two, hunt the Rabbit!
- [Strauss] We have to find Rabbit before Tanner does.
- Strauss, you need to know something.
I joined a society that's just for women.
Oh, how modern.
I wonder if there's a society just for men?
- Strauss, there's thousands.
- Yes, there are, thinking about it.
Sorry, carry on.
- Well, one lady there got a lot of information
out of me about the police, Rabbit in particular.
- Do you think? - She set Rabbit up?
Yeah.
- I hope you don't mind me saying this,
but you were very foolish
to trust this contemptuous, scheming woman.
- Yeah.
She also did the same thing to you,
because she's your girlfriend.
- Ridiculous!
I trust Clementine. - She's not called Clementine.
- With all my heart.
She's good and she's kind and she values me.
- She's got a heart of pure evil.
She played you like the spoons.
I don't expect you to take that well, but could you?
It would really help.
- You just can't see me being happy
because you're not happy.
I'm going to find my Clementine.
- Lydia. - Right away,
and she'll set you straight.
How could someone I considered a good friend
spread such slander and fancy?
- Yeah, but we've got to find Rabbit!
- [Strauss] Lies, misnomers!
(upbeat music)
(Mabel growling)
Clemmie, it pains me to reveal this,
but Mabel, who I once considered a friend,
tells me that you were.
(somber music)
You were playing me like the spoons.
(Strauss sobbing) - Come on.
Bring it in.
- I thought we were going to have babies,
collect modern furniture,
and be much admired locally
for being kind to the servants.
- Yeah, that's all any of us want.
- The inspector is in terrible danger.
How do we find him?
- There's one person who's bound to help us.
(glass shattering) - Fuck off, Coppers.
I don't know where he is,
and if I did, I wouldn't tell scum like you.
- But, Gwen, you know us.
- Do I, do I really?
- Hang on, what's that note that says To Strauss and Mabel?
- Oh, yeah.
That come in the second post, must be from him.
Sorry, I've been busy.
Hordes of electric light workers coming in,
bleeding hard graft.
They deserve a few jars at the start of a shift.
- Yes, they say the lights will turn night into day.
No more muggers or child raids again.
- That's my core clientele you're talking about.
- It just says forget me.
- How could I?
Even if I wanted to, and I do often want to.
- Maybe he's closer than you think.
Maybe he's just a few yards away.
- Yes, yes.
He's amongst us, in disguise, and working to clear his name.
Oh, Gwen, I could kiss you.
- Come on, then.
- Well, I am single now.
(bright music)
(both groaning)
You're awfully good at that.
Best be on our way.
Goodness me.
- [Mabel] Oh, Inspector!
Three pipes.
Okay, that's fine.
- The Elephant Man.
- He might know where to find Rabbit.
Wait, what if that is Rabbit.
(Mabel gasping) (dramatic music)
(paper tearing)
- Lay off the hood!
People won't pay if they can see me for nothing!
Merrick don't freak for free.
- I'm terribly sorry,
but we thought you were Rabbit.
You were tearing down the posters.
- Yes, I sodding well am.
Because some half-wit from the station
was plastering them over these.
20 pounds a ticket, none of your riffraff.
All they have to do is throw a switch, kerchung,
then it's back up the money barrow,
'cause the elephant got to get paid.
- Do you know where Rabbit is?
- I wish.
I want him to pose for my new waxworks.
Chamber Of Chills,
I changed one word so Tussaud's can't sue.
- That is not what a friend would do
to a pal at rock bottom.
- Darling, when you think you've hit rock-bottom,
there's always somewhere lower to go.
- Lower to go.
(ominous music)
- Maybe he's closer than you think.
Maybe he's just a few yards away.
- London sewers.
Best in the world, they say.
Ah!
Mr. Merrick, I could kiss you!
- Thought you'd never ask. - Yes,
this seems to be happening a lot.
It was just a figure of -
(bright music) (Strauss gasping)
(Strauss yelling)
(gasping) Blimey, that was quite something.
What a day!
- [John] That's another doggy, there, Rabbit.
Want to get that?
- [Rabbit] Right you are, Murky John.
Pooches eat all sorts.
Haypenny bits, earrings,
I've had them all when I've cracked open the dog shits.
- Inspector!
- [Strauss] Inspector Rabbit?
- He's gone.
I'm what's left.
Just a low down, filthy, shit-peddling tosser.
- Well, no, you're more apprentice-level.
He has potential, but we don't want it going to his head.
- Inspector, we're going to find out who framed you.
But we need your help.
We believe in you!
- It's too late, sweetheart.
(hand slapping)
- Fuck that!
We've hauled ourselves through Hades for you!
We've been tied up and shot at and heartbroken
and generally biffed about,
and we never gave up on you!
So you don't get to play the yellow belly and give up now.
Quitters can suck my big, fat, grey dreadnought
because I will not fucking have it, sir!
- Wow.
- All right, let's smash it!
- Yes! (upbeat music)
Which tunnel gets us to Shoreditch High Street?
- That one! - Right.
- Rabbit, I see you've got to go,
but remember there's always a place for you here
finding treasure amongst the shared shit
of five million Londoners and their pets, eh?
- All the best.
- She's left nothing.
- Why does Tanner hate you so much?
'Cause it isn't just that bomb, is it?
- Well, we were partners way back when.
- [Mabel] Went sour, did it?
- No, before that we was lovers.
- Didn't see that coming.
- Well, it can be a lonely job.
I mean, the shagging was top notch.
We were banging away at all angles of the clock.
My arse was going up and down like a fiddler's elbow.
Then I got promoted and he got the hump.
- Don't think I'm changing the subject,
but I found a bus ticket. (objects clattering)
- Look, freaky glasses.
- A broom, bus ticket and green goggles.
- This is just the sort of pause we get
before one of us cracks it.
(whimsical music)
Uh.
No.
- The eye and the arrow, which is their symbol,
but what does it mean?
- Well, they seem to see everything, but how?
- [Girl] Fish eggs, penny a suck!
Fish eggs, penny a suck!
Fish eggs!
Yeah, they're still in your old room, it's the same three.
- Now, you listen to me.
I'm coming for you.
I don't know who you are but I know you're using
these urchins for your eyes and ears.
When I find you-- - You bell.
(can clattering)
- Where are they?
- Don't know what you're on about.
- Oh look, it's a 10 bob note.
Think of all the torn clothes you could buy with this.
- Why would I want torn clothes, you twat?
I want clothes that aren't torn.
- An urchin with aspirations.
Where are they?
- 20 Arrow Place.
(bright music)
- [Both] Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb.
(door slamming) - We've got an address!
- Well, there's 22 and 18 but no 20.
- Must be one of her tricks.
- Maybe if we push the bricks in the right order,
the wall will spin round.
(horse neighing) - If you're looking for me,
(dramatic music) well, here I am.
- Lydia. - Clementine.
- Joan.
- [Woman] Not as young as I was.
Oh.
(door closing)
- Squeeze.
Ooh, hang on a sec.
(Rabbit grunting) - Is that my?
Sorry, that's my hand.
- Come on, guys. - You're on my hand.
You're on my hand!
(upbeat music)
(hooves clopping)
- Joan Deacon.
- I keep a fine collection of names,
but yes that was my first.
- I just want to say I knew you were stringing me along.
- You didn't. - You so didn't.
How do you know her?
- An early case.
- Young PC Rabbit.
You'd barely begun shaving.
My mother died when I was 14.
My father was a rum-soaked bastard.
And on my 16th birthday,
he arranged an advantageous marriage.
Advantageous for him.
His friend would get a young wife,
my father money for rum.
(girl screaming) (man shushing)
He sold me for 30 quid.
- What a wanker.
- Oh Clemmie, I mean Joan Deacon.
- Sadly, the wedding was canceled.
(blade slicing)
But guess who found me, who arrested me,
who spoke at the trial,
who asked the judge to throw me in an asylum.
- Hold your horses, girl,
I did that to save you from the gallows.
- I learned all I needed to know about men.
And you've learned too, haven't you, Mabel?
After I escaped the asylum, I joined a group of women,
women who want to change things.
- Yes.
Don't, sorry, that just came out.
- We are called The Vision,
and we've been building, growing, making friends.
Beamish! (dramatic music)
- Surprise, ugly pollies. (Rabbit groaning)
- You remember the Princess.
Best shot in the Balkans.
- Thank you.
And the greatest shot in all of Continental Europe.
I killed once two kings on a speeding train.
I took out a polar bear from the top of a mountain.
- And from that angle, she could kill all three of you
with a single high velocity round.
- Yeah.
Guns.
- Tonight, the East End will have electric street lights
for the very first time.
- All I have to do is throw a switch, kerchung.
- Bastards are putting electric lights all down the streets.
- [Deacon] But we have changed the bulbs.
- Electricity. - Doesn't exist.
Tell 'em to bugger off.
- The lab say the prototype is nearly ready.
- Our scientists have developed a new ray.
It paralyzes the civilized part of the brain
and awakens the demon in us all.
- Do you know this book Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde?
No?
In the day, he is a doctor, but by night he is a mister.
He loses his qualifications.
He is transformed. - Anyway,
when we flip the switch,
the people of the East End will turn against each other,
and they will kill each other.
And when the slums have been cleared,
we will build a new London, a city ruled by women.
- But how did you change the bulbs
without people seeing you?
- I created a distraction.
Kept the police busy for the day.
(somber music)
- [Rabbit] You were the Weaver.
- Yes, that's right.
I've destroyed your life, Rabbit.
Now you are just another loose thread to snip.
- The Vision, I want to be in it.
I have to prove myself to men
over and over and I've had enough.
Men can be such plonkers.
- You're willing to kill your companions?
- I'll feel it, but I'll do it anyway.
- Show me.
(ominous music)
(gun cocking)
- Whoa there, lady.
- Ah.
- Oh, Mabel.
Maybe it's you who is the plonker.
- Lady boss, shall we drive down an alley
and I do them with a silencer?
- Smashing idea.
- This has all been very interesting and everything,
and I've loved every minute,
but there's one thing that you don't know about me.
- I find that unlikely.
What?
- I've got 29 dog shits in my pockets.
(dramatic music)
Go, go, go!
- Oh my God!
- That was the worst thing and the best thing you ever did,
but mostly the worst!
- Admirably vile, heroic.
You lay low, old chap,
and we'll go and tell Wisbech everything.
- And then we'll all steam in and stop The Vision together!
- Sounds like a plan. - Great.
Now wash your hands.
(upbeat music)
(Rabbit sniffing)
- This is the house he was seen leaving, sir.
(ominous music)
- Oh, he's been here, all right.
Where is the flute frumped fuck?
- I don't know, sir.
- He will not be victorious, Sergeant.
This will not be the year of the Rabbit.
(dramatic music)
Remember how I saved you from certain death?
(suspenseful music)
- Yeah, ta for that.
- Well, it wasn't charity.
I need your skills.
I need you to find the man who didn't save you.
Seek, locate, and destroy the Rabbit.
- One dead Rabbit coming up.
(ominous music)
- Dad!
Dad!
- Where's Rabbit?
And don't say I don't know.
If I hear that once more today, I'll shit a nail.
- He's not the murderer, that's certain.
- Us and him went to-- - What?
You telling me you found the most wanted man in London
and you didn't bring him in?
What were my orders? - But we helped him to--
- You found and assisted the most wanted man in London!
- Well, it sounds bad when you put it like that.
- You leave me no choice, love.
No choice!
This breaks my bloody heart.
(dramatic music)
(whistle blowing)
All officers,
arrest Sergeants Wilbur Strauss and Mabel Wisbech!
- [John] Rabbit!
Rabbit!
I've found something.
- Not now, Murky John. - No, no,
not bits of brass or tin,
something that could clear your name.
- Well, show me.
- This way.
(suspenseful music)
(energetic music) - Yeah, yeah.
We are at the gala now.
Everything is in place.
However, I have one concern.
Lady boss' obsession with Rabbit has clouded her judgment.
Once she has achieved switch-on,
she will have fulfilled her function
and then I will kill her.
Yeah, see you later.
For vodka tonika.
(metal scraping)
- Let the dog see the Rabbit.
- Nice.
- I'm sorry, Rabbit.
He promised me a pound.
- How did you find me?
- I simply followed a thread, bunny boy.
The sniff.
I might have half my face blown off, because of you,
but there's nothing wrong with the old hooter.
(sniffing) Ah, sweet aromas of the London sewer.
- Don't you remember what we had, Tanner?
What we got up to behind the bins?
You were like a rat up a drainpipe.
Was it love?
Certainly felt like it to me. - Shut your mouth!
It's time to say goodbye, Rabbit.
I'm sending you to hell for what you did to me.
To drown for all eternity in the devil's molten cock butter.
(gun firing)
- What the f?
(body collapsing) (dramatic music)
Flora, you're alive!
- [Flora] 'Cause someone saved me.
More than you did, you bastard.
- No, it was a secret society of women.
- You never came for me.
- She wouldn't let me get to you.
She's using you.
- More words.
- No, she's going to kill everyone in the East End.
Normal people, like us.
If you're going to do me, then do me, but do her as well.
- She's going to kill everyone in the East End?
How's she going to do-- (gun firing)
- No, no, Flora!
- Sorry, Rabbit! - What have you done?
(Tanner laughing)
- Inspector Rabbit! - Rabbit!
- [Rabbit] Flora!
(glasses clinking) (crowd murmuring)
(baton tapping) (crowd applauding)
- Ladies and gentlemen,
I am Joseph The Elephant Man Merrick,
and it is my privilege tonight to usher you into the future.
- Fuck you.
- The world's first electric street lighting.
A boon for us all.
Hang on, nobody here owns a candle factory, do they?
- I do. - Yeah, well,
you're royally fucked, old man,
'cause when I throw this switch,
this hall shall be bathed in dazzling new electrical light.
And all over the East End,
the streetlights will turn on in sequence,
making a river of light, bringing brilliance and joy.
Had to say that or I'll get arse-ache
from the marketing chaps (giggling).
Anyway, let there be light!
- Hold on! (crowd gasping)
- Oh, look, it's my good friend Inspector Rabbit.
Piss off, Rabbit, this is my gig.
- Don't pull that lever.
I didn't follow it all, but if you do,
bad gubbins will come out.
You've got to trust me.
- She's behind this, and she murdered Larkham, too.
- Joan, Lydia,
Malcolm, whatever the fuck, you're coming with us.
- Can I just clear something up?
If I don't pull this lever, do I still get paid?
- Not a penny. - Sorry, loves.
- [Both] No!
(lever switching) (electricity crackling)
(motor whirring)
(all screaming)
- You need to put on the glasses!
- You're having a ball! - So I do everything.
(all screaming)
Kidnapped Merrick.
- Oh, the demon was within me.
- I'll get Joan Deacon, you two get the switch.
(crowd shouting)
(dramatic music)
(Strauss gasping)
(woman screaming)
(teeth crunching) (Juliana shouting)
(bottle thudding)
(gun firing)
(suspenseful music)
- We need to get him out of the way.
Look, the theatre critic from The Times!
(Merrick roaring)
(switch throwing) (motor winding)
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Didn't realize I was so irresistible.
(somber music)
(wind gusting)
(birds chirping)
- I'm so sorry, Inspector.
- Thing is, boy, Flora was a career criminal
with a heart of steel,
and that heart of steel was made of gold,
and that gold was a diamond.
- We saved London.
A few dead, but not 100,000.
- No, but it's mostly poshos that died, not proper people.
- Trouble is The Vision are still at large.
- I might start an organization like theirs.
Just without the, y'know, shittiness and mass murder.
- All right.
But if there's even a little bit of mass murder,
then I'd have to step in.
- [Mabel] Fair play.
(ominous music)
- Night night, girl.
Come on.
(leaves crunching)
- [Man] It's time, Wisbech.
- Ain't I done enough for you?
- Oh, let me think.
No.
Those three have caught the attention of Her Majesty.
She thinks they'll be perfect for the job.
- What job?
- When she meets them, she'll tell them.
(sweeping music)