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[ominous music]

- How long do these
usually last, Inspector?

I have appalling cramp.

- As long as it takes, son.

The trick is to stretch
out every half hour,

and if you get too cold...
- Yes?

- Piss yourself.

- [laughs] So much they
didn't teach in college.

- Budge up, what's happening?

- You're not police.

Your dad said on no
account am I to tell you

about this stakeout.

- What stakeout?

- Nor am I giving
you these binoculars.

- She's stashing something.

Let's nick her.

- We'll check the bag
for diamonds first.

- Then nick her?

- Nicking's the best part.

Go!

- [Tanner] Bad luck, Rabbit.

- This is Inspector
Tanner's case.

- What a dolly-plonker you are,

that's my bleeding tip-off.

- You're not having it,
I'm afraid, old bean.

It's more my sort
of thing really.

Tanner of the Yard
catches the beauty behind

jewel smuggling ring.

They'll be kissing my
arse from Tower Hill

to Buck's Row.

Chin chin.

- Was something ticking?

- Yeah.

- Tanner, if I was you I...
I'd put that bag down.

- If I was you, Rabbit,
I'd shut my cock-holster.

It's every man for himself
these days. [chuckles]

Holy Fu...

[explosion booms]

- There he goes.

[dramatic music]

# Step it away you Brick Man,
step it up and down #

# Step it away you Brick Man,
London town #

# Step it away you Brick Man,
step it up and down #

# Step it away you Brick Man,
all fall down #

- How's Tanner?

What news from the hospital?

- Well, he's alive but
he's lost some bits.

- Which bits?

- Erm, a straight bit,
a round bit, a curly bit.

I'm not really a doctor.

- I've seen those
all over the place.

- I know.

It's nearly Brick Night.

And you can't have
Brick Night without...

- Brick Man.
- Naturally.

What are you talking about?

- It's an East End thing.

Don't they have bricks
in Incest-Upon-Avon?

- And every Brick Night,
Brick Man steps out

of Brick World.

- He wears bricks clothes
and has a brick face,

and if you don't believe in him,

stabs you in the neck
repeatedly with his brick knife.

- It's just a bit
of fun for the kids.

- [Kid] No, no!

- Where did you get this
ridiculous talisman?

This is blasphemy.

There is no such
thing as Brick Man!

- Oi, Bible Boy,
if you want a fight with someone

then you fight me.

No, actually, fight him.

He's fitter and I can't
be arsed with you.

- Heathens!

- There you go, girl.

Have a penny,
buy yourself a new doll.

- They're sixpence.

- Yeah, well, you can fuck that.

- In your name, my Lord,

I cleanse this city
of false idols.

[dramatic music]

# The Brick Man #

# They all fall down #

- Now do you believe?

- Please, I beg you!

[screaming]

# It all falls down #

- There's been a murder.

- Fucking brilliant.

- Shut it!

Duckpond Lane.

A stabbing in the
neck and in the wound

a quantity of red dust.

- Looks like your mum's cooking,
John.

[laughing]

- A Brick Man imitator.

A dupe-brick-ate, if you will.

[laughing]

- I want this cracked
like a witch's mirror.

- You should use psychology.

- It don't exist, Guv.

We need to get out there
and break some fingers.

Find some leads and
break their fingers.

Find the culprits and
break their fingers.

Find the leads' culprits
and break their fingers.

Get right up inside the fingers.

Finger the fingerers.

It's all about the fingers.

- Do it.

We are dealing with
one sick individual.

- Sounds to me
like someone needs

to shit or get off the pot.

- Rabbit, Strauss,
go solve this.

Not now, when I say.

I now say.

Not you.

[uptempo music]

[knocking]

- Come.

- My weekly report, ma'am.

- Mm.

Proceed.

- Um, the attempt to
end the lives of Rabbit

and his associates...

- Let me stop you there, Maud.

We don't attempt, we do.

- Indeed, ma'am.

And a second operation will...

[gun fires]

[groaning]

- What's that?

[bell ringing]

Would someone bring
in my street shoes,

I've got work to do.

- You can't be police,
even if I wanted you to,

which I don't.

- I'm as good as
any bloke in there.

I'm a fist with legs.

- Why can't you think
about the things women

are meant to think about?

Spaniels wearing ribbons.

Kittens in moonlight.

- Come on, dad,
give me anything,

no matter how small.

- Well, there is a new
crime wave we need to stop.

- I'm your man who isn't a man.

[uptempo music]

Stop, bicycle theft.

[groaning]

- Come and join our Whitechapel
Historical Fellowship.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Would you like to join
our historical fellowship?

Fascinating lectures
with no distractions.

We pride ourselves on
our lack of refreshment.

- No, I think he only
stopped because your daughter

was giving him the salmon.

We've got stuff to do, come on.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

[uptempo music]

- I can't breathe.

My legs are like jelly.

My mind's racing.

Is this love?

- No, we've just
passed the hat factory.

You're off your tits
on airborne mercury.

It's that bell-end
from yesterday.

May God rest your soul.

- It doesn't make sense, sir.

The nightwatchman
was right near by,

but nobody saw the killer.

No trace.

- There's always a trace.

Brick dust.

[dramatic music]

Look.

This is the way to do it,
Strauss.

None of your
psycho-rology twollocks.

- Psychologists say one's
father greatly influences

a chap's character.

My father certainly did, the
three times a year I met him.

- I never knew my dad.

I know he named
us after animals.

There's Leopard, my brother.

My sister, Weasel.

He wrote the names on our
heads before dumping us

outside a church.

- Good grief.

A brick wall.

Just as the street
ends in a brick wall

does cold science
too have its limits.

Is Brick Man real?

Could this be the door
to the Brick World?

Well, that's the way in.

The jury's still out really.

[uptempo music]

- Hello.

The police are
giving free advice

on how to secure your bicycle.

- And what's that?

- The chain.

Oh, yeah, you shouldn't
just secure the front wheels

because the little
shits will just nick

the rest of it.
- Move!

How come they let one of
you lot in the police?

- Well,
women do a lot of things now.

- That's not what I meant.

- I'm gonna count two and
you're going to fuck right off,

or I'll show you just
how police I can be.

One.

[yelling]

Not so chatty now
you racist shit!

- Thank you.

- Don't mention it.

Us girls have got to
look out for each other.

So where were we?

- Don't worry,
there's been a change of plan.

[uptempo music]

- Other dimensions,
my puckered arse.

This is how Brick
Man gets about.

- London sewers,
best in the world they say.

Not sure they spend a lot
of time down here though.

- Shh, shh, shh,

What was that noise?

- [Strauss] Inspector,
I think I saw something.

- That felt like a brick.

Run!

[uptempo music]

[applauding]
- Bravo Tanner.

Welcome back, sir.

- Welcome back, sir.

- [Tanner] Who was she?

The bomber?

- The trail's gone cold, sir.

We think maybe there was
no jewel smuggling ring.

- The bomb was meant for Rabbit.

- Quite nice job they've
done on your bonce, sir.

It'll take more
than a bang to stop

brave Tanner of the Yard.

- I'll tell you about bravery,
son.

In the Sudan I watched blokes
getting their ears blown off.

Young fellas ripped in
two by frightened horses.

One poor Welsh lad
snagged his turkey purse

on a barbed wire fence and
watched his little peanuts

fall into the grateful
mouth of a desert shrew.

The look on his face, horrific.

This was meant for Rabbit.

And while there's puff
in my gruff and wind in

my whistle I will make sure
he gets what's coming to him.

[uptempo music]

- [Rabbit] Stop!

- [Strauss] Or at least
slow down about 25%.

- Hello Brick Man.

I'm Police Man.

Come to arrest the
living shit out of you.

Oh, gawd, it's you.

- I didn't see it was you,
Mr. Rabbit.

I thought you were some
new lads working my patch.

- Who is this sewer dweller?

- This is Murky John.

He's a Tosher.

- Ooh, what's that?

I'm compiling a list of
appalling East End occupations.

- We scavenge the sewers for
anything worth a few bob.

- Is that legal?

- What you might
call a grey area.

Rabbit, how about this
for the lady in your life?

- Don't think you can bribe me,
Murky.

Actually, that's quite nice.

- You may have the worse
job I've encountered

since becoming a policeman.

- There's a few down sides.

Drowning, cholera, tetanus,

build up of flammable gases
exploding into a huge fireball.

The rats dragging you
off to feed the Rat King.

- Have you seen anything
weird lately, Murky John?

- Last night a gentleman
walking the pipes.

Brick coat, brick hat,
brick face.

The Toshers are scared, Rabbit.

Catch him before he
comes for us all.

[groans]

- Morning Rabbit.

Breakfast?

[banging]

- Is that banging inside my
head or is that for real?

- Bastards are putting electric
lights all down the streets.

Bad for business running a
pub under electric light.

- Why's that?

- Makes me look older.

I'm what you call a smog beauty.

- Course you are, girl.

Hang on.

[groaning]

Oi, what's your game,
soppy nuts?

- Brick Man struck
again last night,

but he can't come
through no walls

if we knock 'em down first.

- Oh, gawd.

Where was it?

- Oakwood Road.

- You do that again, dick boy,

and I'll lop
'em off with a spoon.

- [Man] Brick Man.

Brick Man.

- Let me guess, no witnesses?

- Why won't you coppers
catch Brick Man?

You don't give a monkeys
about the likes of us.

- Too right, mate.
- Shut your mouth,

you old bastard.

- We should break every
brick wall in London town.

Smash the bleeding walls!

- [Crowd] Smash
the bleeding wall!

Smash the bleeding wall!

- Listen, Mr. Larkham.

- No, you listen.

People are scared of
bricks for Christ sake.

I've got 200 workers
at my brick works,

if we close today they
don't eat tomorrow.

- Why not?

- Because I don't
pay them enough.

Find the killer!

- I've got my best people on it.

What have you got?

- Well,
he moves through the sewers,

so I was thinking we
should form a shit squad.

- A shit squad?

- A shit squad.

- I think you already have.

- A squad made up of men
who don't mind getting

their hands dirty.

Men who'll wade in shit,
toss shit, eat shit,

juggle shit, swim in shit.

Shitty men, shitty coppers.

- I'd be proud to serve
alongside Inspector Rabbit

in such a unit.

- You're not going to put
that ridiculous clown,

Rabbit on it, are you?

- Rabbit's one of my best
wrong 'un banger-uppers.

- Who's that girl who took down

that bag-snatcher?

She's showing your lot right up.

- What, Mabel?

- Get her on it.

- But...
- Wisbech,

I am a friend of
the Home Secretary,

we both play pétanque together.

If you can't find this
murderer he will get in

someone who can.

Good day!

- Mr. Larkham, you're a
very rich and powerful man,

two qualities I admire greatly.

- Mmm, never mind that.

Tell me, what happened
to Rabbit's eyebrow?

- His dog bit it off or
something at Christmas time.

But everyone needs a
friend in the station.

I could be such a
friend for you, Sir.

What's left of my left
eye just winked at you.

- Mabel?
- Hmm?

- You're on Brick
Man with these two.

- Yes, you won't regret it,

but if you do it'll be too late,
so who cares.

- Well done, girl.

But don't bollock on about that.

- Psychology.

We need to get inside
the killer's head.

Okay, so what's his
history with Brick Man?

- The Historical Fellowship.

She's the one I want to see.

I mean she's the
one we want to see.

Sorry.

They're the ones we want to see.

About Brick Man.

- Yeah.

Come on, horny boy.

[uptempo music]

Police.

- Police.

- As good as police.

Just say I'm police.

Everyone say I'm police for now.

- Tell us about Brick Man.
- The whole lot.

- And look sharp, Chief,
because I get bored real easy.

- Please, take a seat.

Now how old do you think the
legend of the Brick Man is?

- I ain't got a bleeding clue,
mate,

that's why I'm asking you.

- What if I were to tell
you that he was a mere

50-years-old this year?

- Well, then I would
tell you fancy that.

- His first appearance
in an advertisement for

Larkham Bricks,
founded by Sir John Larkham.

- We met his son.

- He's a bell-end.

- He's actually a patron of
ours and he's a wonderful man.

- He's a wonderful bell-end.

- We've not been
properly introduced.

Sergeant Strauss.

- Harriet.

You're awfully young
for a policeman.

- Well, you're very
young for an historian.

- Once this was all countryside,

and then the East End was
built from Larkham Bricks,

with Brick Man the star.

- But this Brick Man's
got this smiling gob.

He don't look much
like the stabbing type.

- Well, once the East
End was built demand

for bricks dropped, so they
gave Brick Man an edgy rebrand.

- Bugger me.
- A public relations disaster.

The adverts were withdrawn,

but the myth had begun.

- Maybe somebody wants to
close down the brick factory.

- Well, they're going
the wrong way about it.

Scares pass.

You can knock down
every wall in London,

but then you have to rebuild.

And what do you use?

- Bricks.

- And Mr. Larkham
will make a fortune.

- Did Larkham ever
dress up as Brick Man?

- Hang on.

Yes!

For the Lord Mayor's Parade.

Look.

- I was thinking,
do you like dancing?

- I don't know.

No-one's ever requested a dance.

- That's funny, because I've
never had anyone to ask.

Would you like to?

- Yes.

- To, to?

- Oh,
are you two gonna fuck or what?

I call it like I see it.

It's just me being me.

[uptempo music]

- Move!

Have you found the murderer yet?

- Let's hope so.

Cuff him.

- What?

- So thank you for ruining
my only chance of happiness.

- Relax, Strauss.

This is England, it's
choc-o-bloc with mousey girls.

- You're making a big mistake,
Rabbit.

- Am I now?

Well,
you do not have to say anything

because it might
blah-blah-blah-blah.

Get rid of the prick.

- Uncuff me!

- Knob head.

- Brick Man strikes again.

Police fucking useless.

- Our kids ain't safe!

Lazy bleeding coppers.

Can't even chase a monster
into his own dimension.

[crowd yelling]

- Are you mad?

Where's your evidence?

- Wanna know your big mistake?

You killed wearing a
Brick Man company costume.

The thing is it
weren't waterproof.

You still had sewer
water in your shoes.

That's a nice pipe.

- We use water to make bricks,
you fucking idiot.

Release me now or
you'll regret it.

- Alright, you're free to go.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no, hang on.

I found this in
your coat pocket.

- I've never seen that before.

- Matches the other half
found at the crime scene.

- Per-lease, you planted it.

Why would I kill anyone?

Hmm?

- Father issues.

Your dad built the brick
factory but now it's in trouble.

You're killing to show the world

you're just as good as he is.

[coughs]

- You alright, girl?

She's right,
though I still think this

psycho-horror-tree
is totally bullshit.

- My father was worth a
dozen of yours, Rabbit.

No, make that a 100.

Oh, yes.

I knew your papa alright,
a rotten ball of meat

and whisky in the
shape of a man,

and your mother
wasn't much better.

[chuckles] I
laughed like a drain

when they pulled her
out of the Thames.

- Sergeant Strauss,
would you lock the door?

Sergeant Strauss,
would you unlock the door.

[yelping]

- What the bloody hell's
been going on here?

- He's the killer!

- No, Rabbit, the killer just
struck again at Meadow Hill.

You're free to go.

- You're a dead man!

Dead!

- Shit!

[crowd yelling]

- This is the work
of your local police.

They will not protect
people like you.

Or me, the common factory
owner in the street.

- [Crowd] Rock the house.

- Isn't it about
time the police get

what's coming to them?

[crowd cheers]

- Larkham's behind this
and he's got accomplices.

And that ain't just guesswork.

I bloody know it.

- Um, chaps, it's looking
pretty dicey out there.

[crowd shouting]

- Hold on a blinking,
bleeding fucking second.

Meadow Hill.

Oakwood Row.

Duckpond Lane.

They're all rural countrysidey
names and Larkham hates that.

- He wants the whole
world bricked over.

- That's why he kills.

And because he's got the taste.

- He's got the taste.

The killer's got a pattern.

- It's the shape of a brick.
- Oh, don't be stupid.

It's three dots,
that could be any pattern.

- Hold up!

Barley Lane.

- It's the shape of a brick.

- Okay, fair enough.

- And that's where
he's gonna strike next.

We need to get out of here.

- But how do we get
through the riot?

- We blend in.

Perfect.

[uptempo music]

- [Mabel] What do we do now?

- [Rabbit] We wait.

- Can I just say what
wonderful people you are.

- [Both] Shut up!

- If anything happens
it's been a privilege

to serve with a fine officer
and someone pretending

to be an officer.

- [Rabbit] Shush.

I think this might
be a waste of time.

# The Brick Man #

[groaning]
[yelling]

# They all fall down #

- The Brick World.

It's all true.

- This is the sewers.

Smell the gases and shit.

Mainly shit.

- Where are you, Larkham?

- None of you believe.

- You couldn't have
dragged the three of us

down here on your own,
you'd have needed help.

Murky John I bet.

Those Toshers they
know the sewers.

- Those who do not believe, die.

- The funny thing is Larkham,

I left you with a limp and now
you ain't got one, Larkham.

So I reckon, Larkham,
you ain't Larkham.

- Who is it?

- Who else knew about Brick
Man and what we was up to?

[giggling]

- History.

- The history twats!

- Too late.

I'm going to cut you from
arsehole to breakfast time.

- [Together] Ooh.

Harriet, why are you
pretending to be in league

with this villain?

- Don't bother, son,
she hates us as much

as she hates bricks.

- Shut your funnel!

- She wishes England
was green again.

You want the lost world.

- The Larkham's
bricked over paradise.

- Did I say that you
could fucking speak?

- So you want to make
people scared of bricks

so they flee the city.

But why plant the
doll on Larkham?

- So you would arrest him
and then he would be at

the station and bang, we strike.

- Can I just check, what we
had between us, was that real?

- What do you think
you chinless bucket?

- Is it a yes?

- When your mangled
bodies are found the city

will empty and then nature
can take back what is hers.

- All this for some nettles?

- I say, dad,
you couldn't light a fag for us,

could ya, before you do us in.

They're in me top pocket.

- Er,
did I say that you could move?

- No dear.

- Then stay where you are.

It's a trap.

- Sorry dear.

- You know what,
my dad was a wanker,

but you're worse mate.

She's clearly needed
boundaries her entire life.

You've given her fuck all.

- You know what,
you can have a cigarette.

- No, he can't, you gaping dick!

- Young lady,
I have spent countless hours in

this uncomfortable costume,

helping you with your
killing and mutilating.

A thank you wouldn't hurt.

- Come on, Chief,
I'm gasping here.

- I won't fucking
tell you again, dad.

Do not do it!

[yelling]

[explosion booms]
[screaming]

- Sorry fellas.

I forgot to warn you
about the build up

of the highly flammable gases.

Strauss, cuff 'em.

- [Strauss] Right 'o.

- There's plenty of
bricks where you're going.

- Oh, that's nice.

Did you think of that
just now or hours ago?

- Just now.

- [laughs] Liar!

[uptempo music]

- When a policeman meets
someone and falls in love,

does she always turn
out to be the killer?

- No.

Sometimes she gets killed.

On the morning of
your wedding day.

- Rabbit, doctor's report
on Larkham's injuries.

- I'll just buy him a cocktail.

Fucking hell.

Size of that.

I'll have to buy him the pub.

[laughing]

- Home Secretary's involved.

There's going to be an inquiry.

Police brutality.

- You what?

Well, you could vouch for me.

No, because he hit me first.

That might even be true.

Come back you...

- And guess who's in
charge of the inquiry?

- You're joking?

c'est moi

- Does that mean it's you?

- Don't worry, darling,
I'll be completely impartial.

And then I'm going to melt
you down, my old China.

Run Rabbit.

Run.

[dramatic music]

[soft music]

[knocking]

- Hello?

Oh, Lydia.

- Oh, Miss Wisbech.

I am so glad you
accepted my invitation.

Do come in.

- Thank you.

- I have a little
club for women.

We believe that
women are the future.

- I've been looking for
something
like that my whole life.

That and a corset that
doesn't make my kidneys

pop out my ears.

[giggling]

- I think you and I are going
to become great friends.

Tea?

- Oh, yes, please.

That's nice.

- Do you take lemon?

- Lemon?

Is that new?

[suspenseful music]