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- Tanner, if I was you I'd put that bag down.
- It's every man for himself these days.
- Holy Fu...
This was meant for Rabbit.
- You can't be police.
- I'm as good as any bloke in there.
I'm a fist with legs.
- I have a little club for women.
I think you and I are going to become great friends.
- There's gonna be an inquiry.
Police brutality.
- And guess who's in charge of the inquiry.
Run Rabbit.
Run.
- Whales' eyes.
Bloody big and tasty.
Whales' eyes.
Lovely bit of retina, darlin'.
- Someone went to work on you alright.
- I got set upon by a bunch of good time boys.
Bastards had dusters.
- We made our own weapons in my day.
None of your shop bought, so what happened?
- Well, it all started last Thursday.
You know what, I can't be arsed.
Why don't I heal like I used to.
- You've got a few years on you now, Rabbit.
Slow down a bit.
- I'll slow down when crime slows down.
- Hastin' News.
- We have a youth gang problem.
I know, I know, we nabbed the Blue Hand Mob
and the Poplar Oysters and we thought job done.
But that's the trouble with young people,
they will keep on being born.
Now here's the gangs we're going into.
The Stepney Boys, known by their distinctive
yellow ties, their greeting of "oi, oi Moloy"
and the look in their eye that says
I really like crime, I'm gonna do some.
The Flower Girls.
Flower in the hair, flower-based nicknames.
A flower sticking out of your arse
after they're finished with you.
- Look out.
- The rest is in the bumph.
Mabel, deploy bumph.
- No, I don't need none of that.
Just put me in the gangs, Guv,
and I'll do the rest.
What you laughing at?
- They're youth gangs, granddad.
- So?
- So you're an old fucker.
- How's your eye?
- Strauss, you will join the Stepney Boys.
- Jolly splendid.
- Two words that'll get you killed, son.
Rabbit, prep him.
- Don't send a boy to do a man's job,
of joining some boys.
- And we'll need someone in the Flower Girls.
- Dad, dad, I was literally born for this.
- Sergeant Keith Carnival,
you can tuck it in, can't you?
- I can, Sir, it does tuck.
- Then grab a wig.
You're our Flower Girl.
- Excuse me everyone.
Why get him to tuck it in when I've got a perfectly
good pair of tits and a for-real quim?
- Ooh!
- No!
- Females can't be police, luv,
because males already are.
That's logic.
- I've met people who say that in the future
there'll be no patriarchy.
- That's not even a word.
This is Ricardo.
He'll get you both in to the gangs in exchange
for not going to jail with a load of nasty perverts.
Carry on.
- Hold up.
Why didn't you pick me for that Stepney Boys gig?
I've still got what it takes.
I'm 32.
- 32 stone.
Anyway, I've got something really juicy
for you, Rabbit.
- Deaths in an old folks' home.
- That's right.
- Well, dying's what they're meant to do in
an old folks' home.
- There's been more than usual.
10 dead in a month.
- Juicy you said.
You're having a bubble bath.
I ain't doing that.
- You'll bloody do what I bloody say when I say,
until I bloody say don't do what I bloody say.
- Alright.
Piss off!
- Hello there, me good geezer.
Off up the apples and pears to Bedfordshire, innit.
Let's go up the apples and pears to Bedford.
- You need someone to kick the cockney right up
you so it don't come out.
And I know just the chap to do it.
- Tanner.
- Did you want something, Rabbit?
- Just gonna say it can't be easy after
the old explosion and everyone coming up to you
and saying "is there anything I can do, Tanner?"
- I'm fine, thank you very much, Rabbit.
I'm just sitting here on my sweet Harris writing
a vicious little report all about you.
- Look here.
Inspector Rabbit beat up one innocent suspect...
- I once saw a young chimney sweet shoot a 100 feet
up in the air when his master threw a tin
of wood polish in the fire.
The fucking state of him when he hit the ground.
A holiday compared to what I've got planned for you.
- Good to catch up.
- See yer.
# Oh, roll up, roll up #
# Come and see the freak show #
# We've got things never seen before #
# Come and see the wild man covered all in hair #
# We found him in the jungle and his daddy was a bear #
# And now you've got to know us #
# Your friendly freak show show #
# Oh ah #
# Put a penny in the hat #
- No!
No, no, no, no!
This is the emotional finale.
We have to fuck them in the heart.
Am I fucked in the heart?
No, I am not.
From the top please, Wesley.
# Oh, roll up, roll up #
# come and see the freak show #
# We've got things never seen before #
- Hello, Joe. - Oh!
Ooh, I thought you were the theatre ghost.
What are you after, Rabbit?
- Strauss needs to play the part of an East End hooligan
by tomorrow otherwise he's cat meat.
- That one, with two dozen silver spoons
in his gob and spilling from his Bakerloo.
It can't be done.
- Oh.
- Is what a lesser artiste would say.
Rabbit, leave him to me.
I am going to break you, and then I will remake you.
- What do you mean, it won't tuck?
- I don't know, Sir.
It tucked last week.
- It sounds to me like someone needs
to shit or get off the pot.
- It's age.
Happens to us all.
I was one of the best tuckers on the force,
and then one day...
- Dad.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad.
- Inspector Rabbit.
I've come about the homicides.
- I'm so glad they sent a more experienced officer.
- Well, I'm not old if that's what you're implying.
- What happened to your eyebrow?
- The dog chewed it off last Christmas Eve.
- It sounds frightful.
Anyway, come in.
A man your age shouldn't stand in a stiff breeze.
- Jesus.
- Here they all are.
The residents.
Although I like to think of them as friends.
There's Jokey Jane, she's always making us laugh.
That's Baby because she's only 72.
She helps me.
- Not lost 'em yet, boy.
- There's the Gazelle.
The Masturbator, you tie his hands he still finds a way.
And I think that woman next to him is called...
Julie.
- Julie.
- Why don't you all say hello to Inspector Rabbit?
- Can they see me?
- They like you.
You fit in.
- Mr. Brown wore his crown upside down around the town.
- Piss poor.
No, no, no, no, no!
Like this.
Alrite, alrite.
- Brown bread.
Brown bread.
Braahn.
- Waiter, you're a slum boy.
- Town.
- Town.
- Town.
- Town. - Town.
- Town. - Tan.
- Don't go easy on him, Norris.
There, but more bronchial.
That's it.
- Mr. Brahn wore 'is crown upside down around the town.
- My dear boy, I think you might be ready.
- Splendid.
Oi, I mean fuckin' cushty.
- I think you did really well.
- Miss. McHenry, do any of your friends leave you
as sole beneficiary in their wills?
- These are poor people, Inspector,
they have nothing but the clothes on their backs.
- What about the undertaker?
Do you slip in the back hander?
- I do not.
He does it as an act of charity.
- Are they into anything weird or kinky?
Like devil worship or docking?
- Docking?
What is this docking?
RABBIT Well, docking's where one fella sticks
his old chap into the,
it don't matter.
What's down there?
- Nothing.
Nothing is down there.
- She comes in the night.
The Angel of Death.
- Angel of what?
- But I'm ready for the scythe.
Look Inspector, I made it easy for her.
- Very nice.
Better look for this angel then, ain't I?
- Oi, oi, Malloy.
- Oi, oi, Malloy.
Richardo says you're good.
Says you've got it in the bollocks.
- I'm what you need, pal.
I'll cut a fucker's nose off soon as look at it,
and then I mince it and I scoff it just for shits.
- That's the chutney.
- Alright girls?
- Let's have a wonk at your Aprils, lass.
- I'm dead behind the eyes because I'm such
a massive crim.
- If you're gonna be a Flower Girl know this.
If I send you to get the crumble,
you bring me all the crumble.
Comprende?
- Totally.
And by crumble do you mean money?
- I like you.
Let's hope for the sake of your pretty pumpkin
it stays that way.
- So what's the racket then, lads? What we shifting?
Shooters, horses?
- No, no, no.
Bodies.
- Bodies?
- Bodies?
- It's nasty work body snatching.
Rats eating faces while maggots eat the rats.
Have you got the guts to steal human guts?
- When do I start?
- Soon girl.
Very soon.
- What are you doing, Inspector?
- I'm waiting for the Angel of Death,
and when I find her I'll cuff the bastard.
- You'll wait snugger with a blanket over your knees.
We don't want you to catch a chill.
- Leave it out.
I know what you're doing.
You're making me one of them.
Old.
And I'm not old.
I'm young and I'm full of spunk and beans.
- Oh, Mr. Rabbit, I think you're nearer the end
than the beginning.
- Fuck this!
- Well, that was easy as you like.
Cheeky little grave-rob.
Get in.
- Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Let's eye the goods.
Doctors give us a bonus for a nice fresh one.
- Po-tay-oes?
Po-bleeding-tatoes.
Po-fucking-tat-fucking-toes.
- There's someone sneaked in and took our body
when we were on our digging break.
- That's moonlight robbery.
The state of that.
- I smell Flower Girls.
They must be close.
Right, find 'em lads.
Find 'em.
Come on then.
Come on.
Let's have 'em then!
- Quiet girls.
Careful with the stiff.
We're body snatchers, not body scratchers.
Shouldn't this have a left arm?
Shit!
It must have come off by the grave.
- I'll get it.
- Ricardo was right.
You've got big balls for a girl.
- Oi!
Police I say.
Who goes there?
What's it to you, copper?
You're coming down the cells you bounder.
Ah, shove it up yer, Harris.
Pig!
- And then Ernie said,
"Alright me ol' son, you battered that plod like an haddock.
"Here's yer scarf, you're a Stepney boy now".
- And I got my flower and my very own gang name.
I'm Marigold.
- Well, I'm very happy for you both.
I really am.
- Well, we must dash.
Ooh, Gwen, if I ever need to bring the boys here
I'm called Knuckles.
- Knuckles.
Got it.
- I don't think I'll bring my lot here.
They like classy places.
Sorry, that came out wrong.
- Toddle-ooh.
- You've been glued to that chair all day, Rabbit.
Ain't you meant to be up at Witch Hazel?
- I can't go back, Gwen.
There's one killer no cop can catch,
and that's time.
And time's coming for me
like poison ivy growing up my weasel.
- Get back up there.
Solve the case.
Maybe one day I'll end up in a place like that.
- Gwen, as long as there is a hole in my arse,
I promise you, you will never end your days
in a haunted armpit like that.
I'll strangle you first.
- You're a good friend to me, Rabbit.
- I'm back and I want some answers.
The Angel of Death.
- You've had a fall, Inspector.
But I'll look after you.
Just rest now.
- Cor, my head's throbbing.
- As a special treat, why don't you have
your bedtime cocoa early?
Drink your cocoa, Inspector.
- No.
- Drink your cocoa.
Drink it!
- Only the best for Knuckles.
- Cheers, Gwen.
- Anything else, just ask, Knuckles.
I hope you enjoy them, Knuckles.
I know your name's Knuckles, Knuckles.
- The Flower Girls have crossed a line.
Grave robbers don't rob grave robbers.
It's a sin with grave consequences.
- Literally.
- We're gonna settle this with a fight.
Two in the ring, one leaves.
Winner gets the body snatching racket
for the whole of the East End. - I'll put a pony on us.
Who's our fighter?
- It's gotta be you, Knuckles.
Apparently, they're sending in their new girl.
Kills for fun, they say.
Drink up your fighting juice, boy.
It goes down tonight.
- Tonight?
Tonight doesn't work for me for, chief.
- Yes, it does!
- Yeah.
Excited.
I love fighting.
I'm just gonna bang this table a bit first.
Yeh-yeh-yeh.
Alright, let's be havin' it.
Come on then, boys.
Sorry about the mess, luv.
I really do apologise.
- You look so peaceful, Inspector.
- If you love caring for people so much why d'you kill 'em.
- I don't.
I wish they didn't keep dying.
It's so sad.
I'll get you a nice tartan flannel.
Try to keep breathing 'til then.
- Whoa!
What d'you want?
- Feeling dozy, Mr. Rabbit?
Cocoa does that.
Especially after I've slipped a glug of this in it.
Like Miss McHenry said, I help a little.
- Come on!
- This is not so cushty.
- We can't just keep staring at each other.
- But we must, for as long as we can 'cause...
- When the bell rings, fight!
- And if you don't fight we'll kill you both!
- We might have to make this look real.
Which finger do you like least?
- I think they're all nice.
- Oh, my God.
- I've sussed you out.
She keeps bringing new people in.
Younger people.
And you wanna stay the baby.
- Do you know how it feels to be old, Inspector?
Old and invisible?
- Yeah, tell me about it.
Was it you that coshed me?
- You won't live to tell no-one.
- Did you kill the others?
- Helped them on their way.
- That'll do.
- I didn't drink from the mug 'cause I ain't no mug.
- And how are we all?
- I'm fine.
But she's a murderer.
- Oh, that's a wee shame.
- And you're not a murderer, but you're odd.
- Inspector Rabbit.
- Okay, now I've gotta go,
but get coppers and loads of 'em.
I want to nick madam here.
- Fight.
- Come on then. - You come on.
- Okay, I'm gonna take an ear lobe.
It might count as a win.
Remember to scream.
- I don't think I'll forget.
- What?
- How funny is this?
- Watching two coppers 'ave a melt up.
- Coppers?
You 'aving a bubble?
- We know who you are.
The Stepney Boys and the Flower Girls ain't at war.
- We teamed up.
Secretly like.
And some in the crews didn't like us getting together.
- So we put 'em in the ground.
- And then we dug 'em straight up and we sold 'em.
- Hang on.
But why bother to bury?
Do you know what, this isn't the time to investigate.
- When we both got a recruit on the same day
we asked Ricardo a couple of questions.
- Didn't we, Ricardo?
- No, please.
- The snoggy kill.
That's a first.
- We're next, mate.
- We've got one hope.
It's not a very big one, but
when I was told about the fight I pretended
to have a panic attack.
- Pretended! - Yes, pretended.
But all the time I was scratching something
under the table.
Perhaps Gwendoline found my message.
Perhaps she found a way to tell Rabbit.
We have to pray.
- Who gets it next?
- You choose.
- No, you. - Stop, drop it!
Just a sec to get me breath back.
- You didn't bring back up?
- No, I thought the kid would.
- Just you then, old timer.
- If one more clever dick calls me an old timer.
Well, go on then, shoot me.
Because you know you haven't got the guts
to fight me man-to-man.
Strauss, give me your scarf.
Yeah.
I read the bumph.
How to challenge a Stepney Boy.
You knot the scarf.
It's like the fucking Scouts, innit?
And then whack 'em in the face like this.
And a bit like that.
Or how about that.
Come on then, big boy.
- Hit 'im!
- Is that all you've got, is it?
- I'll tear you apart.
- What's up, son?
You're doing bit a dance horse, are you?
- What have you done to him?
- I'm alright, gal.
- I put a drop of poison on the scarf.
It won't kill him, but it'll fuck him up.
Old timers can still mix it up.
Who else wants some?
- We're arresting you for the crime of Snoggy Kill.
- Yeah, plus digging up all those dead dudes.
Come on, then.
Go.
- No more deaths at the old folks' home.
Apart from those that died death.
- And two gang leaders nicked for the murder
of Ricardo Dominguez.
- Excellent work.
Oh, this is for you.
- A police badge!
Am I? - Orders from on high.
Said to make you a Sergeant.
Absolute madness if you ask me.
That said, congratulations.
I'm bloody proud of you.
- Splendid. - Well done, gal.
- I'm gonna enjoy this moment.
Take it in.
When do I get a shooter?
- Bloody hell!
After two months of firearms training.
Where's that bloody form?
Who's been in my bloody drawers?
It was here last week.
Oh, here we are.
Right.
Hand this to the front desk,
they'll get you booked in.
- Yes Dad, thanks Dad.
- Well, this calls for a drink.
Any of you whelks down to the rubber dub
for a snifter?
- Me, if you promise never to talk like that again.
- I went so far undercover I hardly know
where I end and Knuckles begins.
- I'll come in a bit.
I've got some people to tell.
- It's been a good week.
An extra penny an hour for the girls at the shoe factory.
And the tea ladies have secured their first coffee break.
They need to make the coffee themselves,
but it's a step.
Best of all, we have with us
London's first female police officer.
To Mabel Wisbech.
- Right. I'm gonna get on the chair.
I'm gonna get on the chair.
I'm gonna get on the chair.
I love you lot.
Women coming together from different worlds.
I mean you're a scientist.
You're a hooker.
- I'm an artist.
- Of course you are.
Of course you are.
And I'm proof that we can move up in the world
based on our merit.
I mean there's no glass ceiling anymore
because I smashed the fuck out of it.
I'm gonna go for a piss,
but when I come back I'm gonna give you
my seven life lessons.
There were five, but I came up with another two
because I am on fire.
Bravo
Ladies!
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies.
Doing things for the ladies.
Ladies, ladies, ladies.
- Doesn't she realize it was us that made her
a police woman?
We can't use her.
She isn't ready.
- She will be.
Soon.
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