All language subtitles for Year.of.the.Rabbit.S01E04.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-monkee_track3_[eng]

- I speak for the working man,
for the common man,

the man who has
strived all his life

to provide for his family.

- I've seen this bloke before.

He's called Neal Fromage.

He's got quite extreme views.

- The man what's
strained every sinew...

- They're his supporters.

That's the protest.

And that's the
anti-protest protest.

- Listen to him!

- The common man
can't get ahead.

- Sounds like
run-of-the-mill stuff.

What's the issue?

- I'll tell you why.

Immigrants!

- Oh, dear lord.

- They infest this city,
they do.

- It could be rats.

It could be fleas.

My money's on cancer.

- Like a cancer!

- Oh, there he goes.

- They come 'ere...

- You gotta watch
these quiet ones,

lapping up every
word this tit says.

If anyone's gonna kick off,
it'll be them.

- And if they take over...

You can be sure of one thing.

- Far better restaurants?

- Blood!

Blood!

- There's something
wrong with him.

- You're fucking right there is.

- Blood.

- Everyone get down!

- Get down!

We've all seen a dead racist.

- Ah, Rabbit.

My report into your
alleged brutality,

I thought I must get
a statement from you

so you can put your
side of things.

- All right, well...

- Then I thought fuck that!

I know what you did.

I know all about you

because we go back a long way,
don't we?

And I intend to use everything.

- Everything.

Everything you know.

Everything.

- Most things.

- Oh, most
things.

- Some things.

Things, anyway,
a big fat juicy file

full of things that you've done.

I might bring it
out in 12 volumes,

like a novel except not boring.

I'll just follow the facts.

Oh, and then things might
look slightly like facts

but might not be.

Get out of my way!

- So we have ourselves a sniper,

and the bugger's good at it.

We thought it were
a political lunatic

until we looked at these,
two other snipings last week,

a lawyer in Farringdon,
a church warden in Bow.

- Same make of bullets?

- .303 Lakefield hollow-point.

- Ooh, Gawd.

- Is that our only clue?

- It was the only
clue until we got this.

- Well, read it then.

- Dear police,
I killed three time.

It were nice games.

- Is it just me who finds
crimes against grammar

almost as bad as crimes
against Londoners.

- I have scar on my left
foot which only I know about,

and that proves it.

- A criminal mastermind
at work there.

- Who knows what I will do next,

but you can bet it will be B.O.,
bloody 'orrendous.

- Ouch.

- Yours, Trigger Tom.

- It sounds to me like someone

needs to shit or
get off the pot.

- We'll catch the bastard.

- I'm putting Rex and
Keith Carnival on this one.

They know ballistics.

I've got another
job for you three.

- Who's that clown?

- Prince Hector of Bulgaria.

He's in town for
Balkan peace talks.

- I'm nodding like I
know what a Balkan is.

- He's a big noise.

And while he's here,
you're his protection.

- I ain't doing that.

I ain't no babysitter.

You can ask any baby.

Plus look at this cunt's 'tache.

- You'll do what
I bloody tell thee

after what you did
to Mr. Larkham.

- I barely touched him.

All right,
I might have touched him a bit.

- You just keep that prince
safe or we're all for the drop.

- My bodyguards.

- That's right, mate.

- Three officers to guard me?

Take the day off, all of you.

There is no danger
for I am very popular.

In my country, there is
a word for me, kickbaba.

It means sexy man who gives
out carrots at Christmas.

- If you step out of this
carriage without protection,

you'll be picking your own
brains off the cobbles.

- There's a sniper about,

a really bloody good one,
great action.

- Gosh!

It's Mabel Wisbech, isn't it,
London's first police lady.

Enchante.

- Oh.

- I support women's rights
and those of animals.

I believe you both
have a function.

- Uh, thanks.

- As for that cartoon...

- What cartoon?

- No cartoon in Strand magazine.

- Oh!

- I read it on
airship from Paris.

Here, these bank
robbers are getting away

because they have
released a mouse,

and you are standing
on the chair in fright.

- Yeah, it's one cartoon.

Whatever, don't care.

- Quite right.

Ignore it, and the many others.

Now, where are we heading?

- Oh, straight into your hotel.

You must rest before the big
round of peace talks tomorrow.

- Sounds boring,
boy, am I right?

Tonight,
I wish to see the real London.

- Not a bloody chance.

- I would love to
see a real cockney.

I've only seen them in
captivity in Australia.

Come!

This is great!

It stinks like shit,
and the people are very ugly.

Your whiskey is piss,
worst I ever tasted!

- Listen, pal.

If you don't like it, you...

- I joke!

I love it!

Here, have money!

- Oh, don't mind if I do.

- Dance for me,
and keep the whiskey coming.

- I think you need
to pipe down, me old chief.

- I think you need to pipe down,
my old chief.

Now, let us paint the
town red like my balls.

- We're much safer in here,
your lord high excellency.

- And sure,
half of these lot are killers,

but we know them,
so they're our killers.

- But I wish to climb Big Ben.

Can you see it from here?

I look!

- Oh, no.

- Oh, those sorry wretches.

- You should come
away from the window.

- I will tell them
about screwing duchesses

and how invigorating it can be.

Oh, duchesses.

- Get down!

- Jesus, two men shot
with the same bullet.

You are right.

He is bloody good.

- Strauss,
get a doctor for these two.

You, watch the door.

- How dare you
kill two of my men

without my permission,
you coward!

- Oi, mister majestic!

I fucking told you!

Now get down.

- You insult me.

You too shall taste
Bulgarian steel.

- I'm a what?

- I'm trying to save you,
you dickhead!

Gas!

- You lost
the Crown Prince!

- Well, it does sound bad
when you say it like that.

- We dug out the bullet
from the equerry.

.303 Lakefield hollow-point.

- Trigger Tom, gotta be.

- Well, Trigger Tom could
have killed me, but he didn't.

That's not important.

Forget that.

- If the prince dies,
the home office will come at us

like a rhino with a
wasp up its Harris.

- It's rather worse than that,
I'm afraid.

The talks are being held

because the Balkans
are a powder keg.

If the prince dies,
Bulgaria will blame Serbia,

and that means war.

That will draw in Russia,
Austria,

Germany, France and Britain.

In this mechanized clash of
empires, millions of our young,

our finest will die by
fire with their young,

taut skin burnt to a cinder
like a mother's Sunday roast.

- Well, he's a jolly fucker,
ain't he.

- What in God's house is that?

- Telephone.

I just had it put in.

Hello?

- Put Rabbit on.

- The wanna talk to you.

Get around here, quick!

- What do I do?

- Put that by your ear
and speak in there.

- Hello, this is Inspector
Rabbit talking on the stick!

- Hello, Rabbit.

This is Trigger Tom.

I have your prince.

- Ah, I'm listening!

He's alive for now.

- I think he's on the
other side of the wall.

- How do you know?

- Well, 'cause that's
where the wire goes.

- That's not how it works.

- Trigger
Tom will call you again

with instructions.

Don't try to find me,
you filthy pig.

- Whoa.

- What's he saying?

- He's going aaaaaaaaaaaah.

He keeps doing it.

I think he's ill.

- He's hung up.

- All right.

- Don't try to find me, indeed.

- He doesn't know us, does he.

- We better do what he says.

You two stay by the trombone.

- Telephone.

- Where are you going?

Hey, you wouldn't follow a lead

without telling me, would you?

- I'm going nowhere.

- Thank goodness.

- But I gotta get
there bloody sharpish.

- Not like him to shoot off
and do business behind my back.

Do you think he's going off me?

- There'll be an explanation.

- I've had enough of
that at prep school.

- Take one of these,
please, Max.

It better not be cat meat.

What do you want, Rabbit?

- We made a deal, Flora.

You stay out of London,
and I'll stay out of your way.

- Not much work for
hit women in Newton.

I only come here to meet
clients, working breakfast.

- You're still using
Lakefield .303s?

- So what if I am?

Want some pie?

- I ain't in the mood for pie.

- You're always in
the mood for pie.

- Not many snipers
as good as you.

- Not since I shot 'em all, no.

- Where's the prince
you kidnapped?

And who was that bloke
on the talky-talky stick?

Is that your new fella?

- I hate kidnaps.

You gotta feed 'em,
empty their turd bucket,

they fall in love with you.

It's too much work.

What are you really here for,
Rabbit?

Fancy the knee trembler, did ya?

- No.

Millions of lives at stake.

There's no time for any of that.

No, no.

I'm at the door, girl.

- Fuckin' hell, that shifted
lunch

- How can I be useless and a
threat to men at the same time?

It makes no sense.

- The future lies with us,
Mabel, not with old men

and their dated bluff
and bluster.

Now, how does that feel?

- Oh, like it's gonna
slice my tit off.

Is that a thing?

- Hmm, no, your tit is quite
safe.

Right, now let go.

- I don't know if...

Oh, my God!

I'm Robin fuckin' Hood!

- You know, the papers are
being ghastly about you.

They're saying
you're too emotional.

- Yeah, and then I have to
not get emotional about that.

- Oh, don't worry.

I'll mobilise the ladies.

I don't say this lightly,

but I foresee a letter
writing campaign.

- You would do that?

For me?

Oh.

I owe you a drink at my local.

It's quite dirty,

but I've got a lovely
towel you can sit on.

- You know what you
could do for us.

You could let us know

a little bit about how
your station works.

Police reform is
high on our list.

- Oh, definitely.

- Ooh.

- Yeah, you were lucky.

That was lucky.

- Tell the editors more
cartoons and think pieces.

It's working.

- The labs say the
prototype is nearly ready.

- Well, that is good news.

Go on, off you fuck.

- That Tanner's been everywhere
asking questions about yer.

- Tanner?

He's just a bell end
with a sore head.

What I wanna know is if you
ain't the sniper, who is.

- That's consultation.

That'll cost yer.

- Oh.

- That geezer shot in front
of you, where was that?

- It was there.

Where would you pick
a spot for that?

- I'd have my nest here.

- Well,
that's a gambling den now.

That'd be too busy.

- All right.

What about here, or there?

- Oh, Gawd!

ing hell.

He must be shooting
from the rooftops!

No witnesses on
the ground level!

- Makes sense.

Yeah,
you can pick up these sites

from this warehouse
at the wet dock.

- Me jam tart's stopped.

So that must be
the sniper's lair.

- You better get out there, boy.

- Millions of lives,
no time to lose.

- Or we could go
for the hat trick.

- I reckon that's optimistic.

Come on, fellas.

Let's catch a sniper.

This bloke is the
donkey's winkle,

so you'll need eyes
up your assholes.

- Inspector, I don't like
you keeping things from me.

- I know.

Look out.

Someone order some
Quality Street?

- Princess Violetta of Bulgaria.

- Which one is the Rabbit?

- This one.

- Oooh, God.

- You lost my precious brother.

He did so much for
commoners like you,

and yet you didn't even lay down

your tiny untitled life for him.

Jesus!

What happened to his eyebrow?

- The dog chewed
it off last year.

Your highness, we weren't
expecting you just yet.

- I caught the early
airship from Paris.

Poor Hector.

He lets people take
the piss out of him.

I do not.

- A pleasant journey, I hope.

- Awful.

I paid extra to have
a private bathroom

only to find the
Queen of Belgium

sat proudly upon my
bidet douche wash.

- Yeah,
I hate it when that happens.

- No shit!

How do you know the
Queen of Belgium?

- I don't.

I was, nevermind.

- I demand

that this hunted bastard-meat

has no more involvement
in the case!

- This is my station,
and Rabbit is my man, ma'am.

- Would you like me to take
it up with Queen Victoria?

I am both her granddaughter
and her great-aunt.

- Rabbit, stand down.

- It's your decision, gov.

Did you just wink at me?

- No, why would I wink?

- Oh, I don't know.

You might have had
a massive stroke,

time of life, stress of the job.

- I didn't wink at you!

- Yeah, you did.

Oh, stay on the case.

- How dare you wink
in my presence!

- I didn't wink.

- Okay,
say no more.

- Go away.

- Okay.

Come on.

He must be in here.

- A hunch or more
information I'm not privy to?

- Let it go, Strauss.

- I can't tell you everything,
son

- Fine, then don't expect me
to tell you

you're about to tread
on that trip-wire.

- Good boy.

Shit.

I think someone's
trying to make a point.

- Bravo.

- Over here.

- Oh, damn, we're too late.

- Nine targets?

- Oh, look,
and there's a note which says,

"I told you not to come, pig."

And underneath it,

oh, my God,
it's the prince's ear.

- Mm, yeah, still warm.

- How do we know it's his?

- I don't know.

What do royal ears
usually look like?

- Strauss, what do you think?

- I don't know
I've never seen a royal ear.

Oooh, God.

That's very good, inspector.

- Twigs in a bun!

Treat the kids!

Twigs in a bun!

- A map from the warehouse,

all the Trigger Tom
shootings plus another five.

- His next targets?

- No, they're old ones.

A year back, someone was
pulled off the gangland hits

in these exact locations.

Flora Wilson.

But the evidence mysteriously
vanished, and she was let off.

- No,
you're pissing in the wind.

It's definitely not her.

- Do you know her?

- I know a lot wrong 'uns.

- Is that who you went to see?

- No.

- Oh, my God,
you and her did the dick dance.

- You need to watch it, girl.

- Rabbit!

In 'ere.

Trigger Tom wants
you on the blower.

- What the fuck is a blower?

- It's Cockney for telephone.

They've just announced it.

- Inspector Rabbit here.

- You've
been a naughty boy, Rabbit.

I told you not to look for me.

- You listen to me.

What are your demands?

What do you want?

You want me to kill Rabbit?

Easy, I can do it quickly

and from a high window,
slowly, using a hammer.

Whatever, man.

- I
want 100,000 pounds.

- If that's what it takes, yeah.

- Rabbit...

- Now hang on a minute,
that's a hell of a lot of money.

I was thinking
more like six quid.

- 100,000 pounds.

- A tenner?

- Oh, just shut up,
Rabbit, you idiot!

100,000, no problmeovic.

My father will authorise it.

- Rabbit
brings the money alone

at midnight by the
lone oak on Heath.

- I don't trust this shit wit.

I will bring the money myself.

- Tell
her if she does that,

I'll open her brother up
like a fucking tin of beans!

- He's not keen.

- Bring the
money alone or the prince dies.

- Very well.

Bye.

I don't know how to
use this fucking thing.

- Flora's using the inspector,
and he can't see it.

But who is the voice
on the telephone?

- Mabel, I need your mind.

- I'm wasting my time.

They'll never see
me as a proper cop.

- Of course you're
a proper copper.

- That's not what they're
saying behind my back.

I have to be 10 times
better than the men,

and it's still not enough.

- You're as good as all of them,
better.

I say you're the
best man we have.

Wait.

The best person.

- Thanks.

You're a mate.

Oi, hang on.

Look at this.

- Right, I'm removing
these for your own good.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Look!

- More airship disruption.

Angry passengers call
for renationalisation.

- All yesterday's
airships were cancelled.

- So the princess...

- Was already in town.

- The first time we met her,
she had two equerries.

But when Trigger
Tom telephoned...

- Inspector Rabbit here.

- There was only one.

- Dad, where's the princess?

- Headache,
went back to her hotel.

- Turn around, pig.

Drop the bag.

And your weapons.

All of them.

Hands on head.

- Where's the prince?

- That, you naughty pig,
was for coming to find me

when I told you not to.

And this is for all the villains
you've banged the door on.

- Well, go on then,
if you've got the bollocks.

- One momentski, please.

- Ahh, your royal highness.

- Help!

Would you, um,
activate your signaller!

- He means blow your whistle.

- I forget my words
when I'm excited.

- I am not only
exceptionally beautiful.

I am also mistress of deceit.

I have been in London for weeks.

Surprise!

I kidnap my brother.

Do you get it?

Trigger Tom, it's two persons,

his voice and my rifle.

- Would you mind repeating that
word for word down the nick?

- Shut up, Rabbit man.

You're so boring.

You know, he was going
to inherit everything

and then waste our
wealth on the poor.

He's a kind of idiot.

- Yeah.

- So I was going to
lay a false trail

with all this
Trigger Tom bollocks.

I was going to take my father's
money and then let him go.

But then you and your sniper
fuck-buddy got involved.

And now, I can kill Hector,

and you and her
can take the blame.

Yes, thank you.

I will inherit all of Bulgaria.

- And you'll start a bleedin'
war.

- You know,
we have a saying in my country.

You cannot make an omelette

without squeezing the eggs
out of the chicken's pussy.

- You just made that up.

- Yes.

Okay, I am happy now.

You can kill him.

- Bloody Nora!

- I see you, arsehole!

Christ, you stink of shit!

- Run, Flora, run!

I love you!

I didn't say that.

Run!

- Don't touch me,
you pig!

- It was the princess!

- Yeah, well, thanks for
telling me now, you doughnut.

- Where's the fucking prince?

Where's the prince?

- A cup of tea, your highness.

I put in 20 sugars for health.

- Please,
tell me you saved my ear.

- We did,
and then I tried to freeze it,

and then the dog found it.

It's a funny story, actually.

- I shall never come
to this country again.

- Ooh, dad,
can I interview the princess?

- She's been released, orders
from up high, nose bleed high.

Don't think I'm happy about it.

- But she confessed,
for Gawd's sake.

- Good news, everyone.

I arrested our sniper.

Caught them sneaking off
the heath, one Flora Wilson.

Known wrong 'un.
Stroke of luck, eh?

You didn't know her,
did you, Rabbit?

You haven't been having

a particularly filthy
affair with her

for a number of years, have you?

I do hope she's not
the love of your life.

That would be an awful shame,

because I hear they're
going to hang her

until her neck goes

- And then my dad said,
"You did good, Rabbit.

"Upstairs will
like you for this."

- Thank you, Mabel.

- Yeah, I don't know how
useful you'll find all of that.

- It all helps to paint
a picture.

But thank you for coming.

Do come again.

- You bet.

- Vodkatonico?

- I think we deserve one.