All language subtitles for Year of The Rabbit - 01x04 - Episode 4_CALEB

Princess Violetta of Bulgaria.

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.

You really going
to bust me out on your own?

- Yeah, 'cause I love ya!

And always will, ooh!

No, Flora!

And you would.

What the shit?

Police!

We're coming in!

- 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.

- All right.

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.

You better run, Rabbit.

- 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!

- Look, compare the handwriting.

The W is clearly of a
different cursive script.

- All other cases suspended!

All suspensions suspended!

Everyone, including you
two, hunt the Rabbit!

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!

Lies, misnomers!

Clemmie, it pains me to reveal this,

but Mabel, who I once considered a friend,

tells me that you were.

You were playing me like the spoons.

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.

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.

You're awfully good at that.

Best be on our way.

Goodness me.

Oh, Inspector!

Three pipes.

Okay, that's fine.

- The Elephant Man.

- He might know where to find Rabbit.

Wait, what if that is Rabbit.

- 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.

- Maybe he's closer than you think.

- 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 -

Blimey, that
was quite something.

What a day!

That's another
doggy, there, Rabbit.

Want to get that?

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!

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.

- Fuck that!

- 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!

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.

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.

- 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.

Uh.

No.

- The eye and the arrow,
which is their symbol,

but what does it mean?

- Well, they seem to
see everything, but how?

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.

- 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.

Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb.

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.

If you're looking for me,

well, here I am.

- Lydia.
- Clementine.

- Joan.

Not as young as I was.

Oh.

- Squeeze.

Ooh, hang on a sec.

Is that my?

Sorry, that's my hand.

- Come on, guys.
- You're on my hand.

You're on my hand!

- Joan Deacon.

- 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.

He sold me for 30 quid.

- What a wanker.

- Oh Clemmie, I mean Joan Deacon.

- Sadly, the wedding was canceled.

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!

Surprise, ugly pollies.

- 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.

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.

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.

- Whoa there, lady.

- 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.

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.

- This is the house he
was seen leaving, sir.

- 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.

Remember how I saved
you from certain death?

- 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.

- 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.

All officers,

arrest Sergeants Wilbur
Strauss and Mabel Wisbech!

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.

Yeah, yeah.

We are at the gala now.

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.

- 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.

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.

- What the f?

Flora, you're alive!

'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--

- No, no, Flora!

- Sorry, Rabbit!
- What have you done?

- Inspector Rabbit!
- Rabbit!

Flora!

- 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.

Anyway, let there be light!

Hold on!

- 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.

No!

- You need to put on the glasses!

- You're having a ball!
- So I do everything.

Kidnapped Merrick.

- Oh, the demon was within me.

- I'll get Joan Deacon,
you two get the switch.

- We need to get him out of the way.

- We need to get him out of the way.

Look, the theatre critic from The Times!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Didn't realize I was so irresistible.

- 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.

Fair play.

- Night night, girl.

Come on.

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.