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- Where's the girl?

- What girl?

- Where's the girl?

- What girl?

I really don't know what
you're talking about.

- How come we found one of
her shoes up your chimney

and there's a lock
of her hair in

your top pocket.

- I've never seen this before!

Oh, please make this stop.

- I ain't even started, chief.

I'll hollow you out
like a fuckin' Toby jug.

Where's the girl?

- Alright!

I'll say anything!

Please stop.

- And that's just one of the
things policemen do all day.

Thank you very much
indeed Mr. Milsom,

for helping us.

Now, who wants to
see how we fish opium

out of sailors' arseholes?

- London fog, tuppence a jar!

London fog, tuppence a jar!

- Horrible murders!

Fuckin' pictures and everything!

Oi!

They're a penny
each ya thieving.

God bless ya sir.

- Whatever is that smell?

On the happy sauce
already are we, Rabbit?

Trying to stop the
voices in your head?

"I'm the old lady they
found in three suitcases.

"Why didn't you save me,
Rabbit?"

"I'm the flower girl what got
dismembered in the alleyway."

- Rabbit!

My office.

Now!

- It's funny, Tanner,
your mates reckon that

hat makes you look
like an arsehole.

I reckon it suits ya.

- What did you say?

- You 'eard.

- What the cocker dick
goes through your head?

What happened?

- What?

- Shut your pipe!

You put a teacher in hospital,
ya div.

This came today.

Know what it is?

- I don't know, a letter?

- "Dear Inspector Rabbit.

"Your visit yesterday
really inspired me.

"When I grow up I want to
kick wrong-uns in the bollocks

"then string the wankers up."

Signed Lilly, aged nine.

Nine!

- Just working together
for a safer city.

- You've made me
look a proper tit!

Remember who wipes your arse.

In you come, lad.

- Who the fuck is that?

- I need you to pay the game,
Rabbit.

So you're getting a partner.

- Sergeant Wilbur Strauss.

Delighted to meet you, sir.

- I bet you are, boy.

I don't want a partner.

- He's from Cambridge.

Top of his year in criminology.

- Full disclosure.

I also came bottom.

It's a brand new course you see,

I was the only one in the class.

- You've got something
on your shirt.

- Have I, oh, damn.

- Even fell for that old cack.

- I want you to stick to this
boy like shit to a blanket

or you're out on the cobbles.

- Father,
you forgot your sandwiches.

And did I get the job?

- Mabel, darlin',
a woman can't be police.

- When you adopted me you said
you wanted the best for me.

- I was mainly
talking about hats.

- If a woman can be
a nurse or a novelist

then why can't she
find the stolen jewels

or drown a nonce because a
trial's too good for him?

- Because it's never been done.

And for other
socio-economic reasons.

- The only opportunity for
a young woman in this field

is strangled girl in fog.

I'm aiming higher.

I'm gonna be the first
female copper, or fopper,

or ladyfilth, or...

- Bacon dolly.

- Femi-plod?

- Shut ya holes!

- We've not been introduced.

I'm Strauss,
the new police chap.

- Fuck off.

- Watch your sauce box, madam.

And be off with ya.

- Kids today?

- Aye.

And this one's yours.

Now skedaddle.

- This is so exciting.

I'd only ever read about
the East End in pamphlets.

It truly is the
gateway to Sodom.

Ooh, a pub.

Is this our first case?

The case of the pub?

- Back already, Rabbit?

What you having?

The gin's literally blinding,

you'd better take
it with a mixer.

- I'll have a whisky, Gwen.

- What about your fancy pal?

- He'll have the same.

Gwen, why is there a
sewing machine hanging

from your roof?

- It's a push-bike,
you mutton button.

It's a talking point.

Makes the place nice.

- I bet it does, gal.

- I have to say, Mr. Rabbit,

I'm having the most
tremendous time.

- You ain't cut out
for this are you, boy?

I'd quit while you can.

- Quit?

You and I are working
together for a safer city.

- This city is a rat
eating its own babies.

Babies made of shit.

And once it's eaten
its own shit babies,

it shits them out again,
and then it noshes 'em.

And that goes on and on
until the sun turns cold

and the sea goes
back up into the sky.

- How come you've
only got one eyebrow?

- The dog chewed
it off last year.

- Murder!

Horrible murder!

- Good.

- Get out the way,
for health reasons.

By that I mean if you don't,
I'll kill ya.

Get out the way.

What's going on here, fish-face?

- Found her in a river.

She drowned.

- Well,
not before someone shot her.

- She's very beautiful.

- She's dead, mate.

You can't say shit
like that when a bird's

around being dead.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Okay, what have we got?

- None of your biz.

Just some old docker bloke.

- It's another young women,
isn't it?

Can't you cockneys be
a bit more original?

- Stand aside,
under-class wretches.

Tanner of the Yard is here.

- Why don't you bugger off,
Tanner.

I've got this.

- Oh, yes?

Like all those other
cases he failed to solve,

ladies and gentlemen,
because he was so

tit-ripped on booze he
couldn't tell his arse

from a hole in the ground.

Better leave this
to the real police.

All gathered here, pray silence

that I may solve this mystery.

- Fuck's sake.

- Seconded.

- That's it.

The victim wore blue gloves.

That man over there
has a blue hat.

Blue and blue.

The connection's clear.

You, sir are the murderer.

- Hang on.

No, wait.

- They won't fall for that.

I've heard Londoners are
famous for their savvy.

- Three cheers for
Inspector Tanner.

Hip-hip.

- Hooray.

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray.

- Hip-hip.
- Hooray.

- Don't touch me.

- My hands are tied, Rabbit.

"Killer In Blue Caught
By Boys In The Above."

The papers love it.

- Okay.

But the wrong man's
gonna swing, sir.

Give me two days.

I'll bring him in
by his ball sac.

- The case is solved, Rabbit.

So drop it.

And remember who
wipes your arse.

- Does he actually?

- No.

I think it's a
northern expression.

Can you stop saying it?

- I shall say what
I bloody like.

Now move!

- Good day, officer.

Sir Giles Linley,
standing for re-election

as your Member of Parliament.

You've caught a right
ugly brute there.

Where can I find your Inspector?

I'm here donating
books to the inmates.

Improves them.

What do you think for
this repulsive savage?

I've got "Amputation:
The Cure For Masturbation"

or "Do Irishmen Have Souls?"

The twist is they do.

- But he's--
- Illiterate?

I'm surprised.

He probably eats with his feet.

What happened to his eyebrow?

- His dog chewed it
off last Christmas?

- Is that a fact?

Look at his skull.

Criminal bone structure.

A swirling vortex of
lust and rage which,

judging by the look on his face,

has damaged his brain,
rendering him mute.

What's he called?

- I'm called Detective
Inspector Rabbit.

- We, we thank you for your,
for your service.

- What are we doing?

- If anyone asks,
we're snoring in our beds.

- Which one's the
beautiful maiden?

- You can't be saying
shit like that about

the dead birds.

- But you have to admit it,
sir, she is adorable.

- She was adorable.

I won't fuckin' tell you again.

'Ere we go.

Give me a hand.

- Good lord,
I can see her mcfuffies.

Do excuse me, madam.

And we've revealed
her lady pantry.

- Help
me turn her over.

- Her Dutch dumplings.

Heaven take me.

Inspector Rabbit, I fear the
devil has entered my britches.

- A second bullet hole.

That's a bit bloody odd.

- Whoever you are,
you wanna step out now

or I'll smack your head
so hard they'll find it on

the fuckin' moon.

The moon!

Oh, Mabel, what are you doing?

- I'm solving this crime
because, unlike you,

I won't spunk it up a wall.

- Watch ya gob.
- You have a very fruity

mouth for a lady.

- I'm not the one with an
erection, Sergeant Fucksicle.

They shot her twice.

- I just said that.

- Checked her clothes?

- In my own time.

- Sorry, luv.

- I know what that is.

It's one of those
little round things

for the ladies' toilet money.

- A compact for make-up.

- A compact for make-up!

- This symbol could be a clue.

- I doubt it.

- Don't mind me having it then.

That's mine.

- It's police evidence.

Now bugger off.

- I'm buggering nowhere.

- What time does that
library open, boy?

We should go and find out
what this symbol means.

- If anyone's going to
the library it's me.

- Just you try.

- Just you try and stop me.

- We didn't stop her.

- I know.

I was mugging her off.

- Of course you were.

- We, my boy,
are off to the slums.

- The what?

- That rancid shit-pit,
syphilitic crap-hole

known as a Lime-house!

- Fantastic.

- Lungs.

Buy your lungs.

- This place is extraordinary.

Does it always smell like this?

- Ooh, I'll have a garden salad.

Yes.

No, no, it's a treat day,
I'll have jam squares.

- Absolutely, Mr. Merrick.

I'll get some pronto.

- Stare all you like,
but it'll cost you three pence.

Merrick don't freak for free.

- I'm dreadfully sorry, sir.

I really didn't--
- Joe, I need you to take

a shifty at something.

- He saved my life once.

I was set upon and
nearly killed by a cruel

and vicious mob.

Afterwards I said to him,
"Rabbit,"

I said
"if ever you need any help,

"come and see the elephant."

But he's been pushing it,
haven't you, luv?

- Nonsense.

He loves it.

We go way back.

- I've travelled the world,
young man.

Five stars in The
New York Times!

If you see one hideous
deformity this year--

- You've clearly
done very well on it.

Good living suits you, sir.

- What do you make of this?

- It's called a compact.
- Oh, I know, duckie.

Solid silver.

Worth a pretty penny.

- Yeah, what about the symbol?

- Jam squares, Mr. Merrick.

- Oh!

Thank you, dear.

Blackcurrant!

What the hell have you done?

I am terribly sorry, boys.

- It's quite alright.

- We've, we've eaten.

- Your young freaks,
they think they don't have

to put in the graft.

Well you do!

Hmm, I don't know what this is.

But, yes, this is theatrical.

There's only one outfit in
town uses make-up this cheap.

Go here.

And Rabbit, my debt's paid.

- Well, your debt's paid
when I say it's paid.

And the sooner you get
that into your massive head

the better for everyone.

I mean believe me,
I wouldn't intentionally

mock your appearance, but
your head is fucking massive.

He doesn't mind.

Ah, I know this gaff.

It's one of them Peep Holes.

- I beg your pardon?

- A Peep Hole.

A Tom Shop.

Knock-knock-hide-yer-cock.

Somewhere you go to see
a bit of Jack 'n' Danny,

and maybe a broom handle
if it tickles your pickles.

- It all sounds very creative,
Inspector,

but I'm not sure--
- Erotic cabaret.

- Oh, I see.

- Total filth they say.

- Shall we just go in and
arrest everyone straightaway?

- We could do.

Or we could watch
the whole show first.

- For clues?

- Now you're
talking my language.

Hah!

- Do you like it?

- Oh, yeah.

That is so good.

- Would you like to
see my other ankle?

- Oh, yeah.

That is good.

- Do you like it?

- I do like it.

It's so good.

- Do you want to see
the first ankle again?

- Thram's for this knob whack?

This is bollocks, it's
usually much better than this.

- Do you like it?
- What do you mean?

- Well,
they get in the raw for a start.

- The what?

- I'm gonna jump up.

Just do exactly what I say.

- One,
expect very bad word of mouth.

Two, we're the Met and
you're fucking nicked.

- I'll
cover the stairs, guv.

- Nobody move,
unless you're putting

your Hamptons away.

Put that away, me old mate.

Stop!

Sit down.

What's your name?

- Claudette
Giscard-d'estang-pamplemo
use-allouette.

- Bloody Nora.

I'll just call you French Lady.

Who is this?

- Edith Bates.

She's in the show, but we
haven't seen her for a week.

- I have seen her.

- Thank God.

- She is dead.

I probably should have
started with that.

- I can't believe she's gone.

She could do anything.

Bored housewife,
naughty housewife.

Limitless range.

- Right, tell me, who would
want Edith out of the picture?

- All she had was admirers.

Some are

- Does that mean they're
here this evening?

Alright Baz.

Of course it is.

Oi, I told you to put that away.

Hold your 'orses.

- Murder.

Horrible murder.

- Get out the way.

- So sorry.

- You!

Oi!

Stay where you are.

- Inspector.

- I need you to punch
me in the chest, boy.

- Punch you?

- Me jam tart's stopped.

Come on, you wally.

Yeah, yeah, it's going again.

- It's a dead end.

- Hold still, you bastard!

- You're gonna pull through.

- He's dead.

- You're not gonna pull through.

I'm sorry if I misled you.

- Whoever did this
ain't got far.

- French Lady.

- We can't arrest
you if you keep running.

- Well?

- We've got a suspect.

- Name?

- French Lady.

She's in the same show as Edith.

French gets jealous
so she kills her.

Then she offs the vicar
'cause he knows it.

- One thing doesn't add up.

- What?

- You, you leg of fuck-wit ham.

I told you to leave it.

- She'll kill again, Wisbech.

She's got the taste.

The taste!

- Them upstairs,
they wanna let this lie.

- If you want me to stop
you'll have to fire me.

- Rabbit, I've wiped your
arse for long enough,

but no matter how
many times I wipe,

you can't keep a clean crack.

- Can you please
stop saying that.

- You leave me with no choice.

You've nowhere left to run.

Rabbit.

- Well don't fire Strauss,
he's a good boy.

He tried to stop me.

- I certainly did not.

I supported you at every turn.

- You tit.

- Oh, tit.

- Rabbit,
you are fired from the Met.

Strauss,
you are demoted to missing cats.

Give me your guns.

And the rest.

Bloody Nora!

- Inspector,
Inspector, don't go.

I, I've got so much
to learn from you.

- I've got nothing
to offer you boy,

but pain and poison.

- He'll have drunk himself
to death by midnight,

and there is nothing a stray
pube like you can do about it.

Why don't you go back to
your mummy, little boy,

'cause you're well out
of your league here.

- Gwendoline!

- You've had enough whisky,
Rabbit.

Have a run to take the edge off.

- Oi, eyebrow!

- You think I'm funny, do you?

Well how funny am I now?

- Oi, that's mine, you cheeky--

Alright, girl.

- Keep still.

The last time I'm
patching you up.

- Marry me.

- Stop it.

- I say.

- Oh, alright, boy.

Come and have a drink.

- There's no time, sir.

I swiped your weapons
from the station.

And some extra ones.

- Bloody hell.

You've gone rogue.

You may look like
a ghostie's dolly,

but you're a good boy.

- This is big.

Bigger than all of us.

I am not exaggerating
when I say that I have

blown the lid off all crime.

- At the library?

- Look what I found, choir boy.

I took this book from
the reference section.

- You stole it?

- From the reference section?

- Well, sometimes coppers
have to break the rules.

The symbol on the compact
is hundreds of years old.

I think it's the sign
of a criminal society

so secret nobody knows its name.

- Good effort.

But bullshit.

- Inspector Rabbit and I deduced

it was the French
Lady that did it.

- It looks like
women can be killers.

- But it wasn't her.

- She's got the taste!

We need to find her
before she kills again.

- Or performs any more
piss poor erotica.

Both unforgivable.

- I care about people,
especially the hardworking ones.

I would like nothing more
than to see a London--

- Oh, not him again.

Get out the way,
we've got a murderer to catch.

- And fairer for everyone.

- The next Prime
Minister they say.

- God 'elp us.

- I will improve the
lot of every man here,

and if there's a bit of
time at the end of the day,

I'll improve the lot
of some of the women.

Inspector.

I fear I made quite a
fool of myself yesterday.

What say we shake hands
and forget all about it.

- What's up with you?

are you trying to
mouth the word symbol?

What does she mean?

- No, no, no.

No.

- Why are you mouthing
the word symbol, dear?

Ah!

That's the same symbol
that's on that compact.

- Yes.

- What's your game,
Gunga Din?

- That's just the
old family crest.

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
I feel the call of nature.

- You need the toilet, do you?

- Well, indeed.

- Sir Giles Linley,
you've got the right to

a bunch of .

Anyway, do you want to nick him?

- Can I?

Sir, now if you would like
to turn around while I...

- Oh, wow!

After him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's gone again!

- We need transportation.

If you wouldn't mind,
would you restart

the inspector's jam tart.

- Come on!

Now, girl.
- Okay, okay, ready?

- Oi!

What the bleedin'
hell do you think you're doing?

- Madam, I'm commandeering
your talking point.

- Whoa

Where do I sit?

How does it work?

- I think it's to do
with the foot pistons.

- What?

- He's heading to the docks.

- Come on boy, to the docks.

Fuckin' thing doesn't work.

- Jesus!
- Come on!

- Fucking skirts!

- Sir Giles, we can't arrest
you if you keep running.

- Show yourself Linley or
make a noise by mistake.

- I think I've found him, sir.

- Drop it.

- I want passage
to South America.

- Don't be a fool, Linley.

- Yeah, come on Linley,
don't be a cunt.

- From a lady!
- Oi, language.

- You watch your gob.

- I didn't want to kill Edith.

I fell in love with
her at the cabaret.

Gave her love tokens.

She could do anything.

Bored housewife,
naughty housewife.

I proposed,
but so did the vicar.

We fought a duel for her hand.

She tried to stop us.

- Bloody men.

- We threw the
body in the Thames.

But I couldn't trust the
vicar to keep his mouth shut.

- It's over Linley.

- She's right.

- I will not be
arrested by a woman.

- I'm arresting you.

And I won't tell you again,
you posh cock, drop it.

- And if I don't?

- Skull of an ugly brute, eh?

Well, how's that, you bastard?

You took a bullet for me today,
boy.

- Any time.

Working together
for a safer city.

- Who are the society?

Tell us.

- There's no such thing.

- No!

- Out of bullets.

That's embarrassing.

- It's alright, try mine.

- Thank you.

- Ooh!

Fucking hell.

- Yeah, yeah.

That, that's exactly
where I wanted it.

- So Claudette followed us
to warn us about Linley,

but when she saw the
dead vicar she panicked.

- Very good, Strauss.

I'm getting out my
loose ends book.

I'm writing tied up.

- And as I helped solve
it I assume that I get

to be the first official fopper.

- Fillyfuzz.

- Bobby-dolly.

No, no, sweetness, you know
I'd do anything for you,

anything,
but it's never gonna happen.

And what about that
secret society carry on?

- Total bollocks.

- Absolute bullshit.

Can I just say I've had
the most incredible time.

- Good boy.

Come on then, Mabel.

You may not be a fopper yet,

but I'll let you walk
down the street with us.

- Wow.

What an amazing reward.

- I know.

But I go in the middle.

- Mud.

Shit and mud.

Mud and shit for a penny.

I see them.

- Good.

Have them followed and
then have them killed.