Neverwhere

My name is Richard Mayhew

Three days ago I find this girl bleeding on the pavement.

So, I stopped to help her.

I mean, I did help her.

Maybe a bit too much.

Next thing I knew, I'd lost my job, my home, my fiance.

and noone seemed to know who I was anymore.

Right now I'm somewhere under London.

And I'm in trouble.

Episode 2: Knightsbridge

What? What is it? What is this?

Who've you brought us, Iliaster?

He's from Upworld. Asking questions about the Floating Market... and Door.

I brought him to you, Lord Rat-speaker.

I figured you'd know what to do with him.

Oh yes.

I know exactly what to do with him.

Listen. You're making a mistake, honestly.

I should slit you from gullet to gizzard and tell fortunes with your guts.

Can anyone here tell...

Quiet!

He says you look exceedingly familiar.

He wants to know if he's met you afore.

I suppose it's possible.

I'm afraid all rats look the same to me.

He says he was discharging an obligation to the marquis de Carabas.

Oh, It's that rat?

Yes, actually, we've met.

Actually, I think I threw the TV remote at it.

Hello, Ratty. Nice to see you again.

Do you know where Door is?

But sir. I haven't a soul to spare.

How about I slash his throat and send him down to the Sewer Folk...

He's to be taken to the market.

Do you think I'm taking him down there. You are out of your mind.

Not you.

Anaesthesia will take him.

She is expendable.

Do you like cats?

Yeah, I quite like cats.

Thigh or breast?

If I might have your attention, Mister Vandemar.

Pipe your beady eyes on this.

What's so clever about that. You didn't hit even one finger.

Perhaps you'll show me how it should be done?

Croup and Vandemar. The Old Firm.

Obstacles obliterated, nuisances eradicated,

bothersome limbs removed and tutelary dentistry.

Oh. Yes, sir. Yes, indeed

Might I say how your telephonic confabulation

brightens up and cheers our otherwise dull and uneventful day?

Sir, are you implaying that mister Valdemar and I were trying

to terminate the young girl's bodily funtions.

Well, perhaps.

But only a little.

It shall not occur again.

Sir, in the matter of our contract...

You think you're so damned clever...

Stop that.

Who was that?

Our principal.

He seems to think we have been a little overzelous in our duties.

Now little Miss Door has announce she will be hiring a bodyguard...

- at the Market, tonight. - So?

So, Mister Vandemar, shall we not also hire ourselves a bodyguard?

We don't need a bodyguard, Mister Croup. We hurt people.

We don't get hurt.

Oh, Mister Vandemar, if you cut us, do we not bleed?

No.

You're a rat, are you?

I'm a rat-speaker. We talk to rats.

What, just chat to them?

Oh no. We do stuff for them too.

There are some things rats can't do, you know.

Well? Say 'Open sesame,' or whatever it is that you do.

I'm really not sure I'm doing the right thing.

- Fine. I'll be seeing you, then. - Hold on.

It's just hard.

The last time I was here,

...you found your family dead.

I could wish you the very best of luck in your future career,

but I rather doubt you'll live long enough to have one.

You're a piece of work, aren't you?

I'll take us in.

That hurt.

Memories...

They're imprinted in the walls

You could have warned me.

Quite remarkable.

An associative house,

Every room of which...

...is located somewhere else.

It's so imaginative

We should have been safe here.

Let's hope your father's journal gives us some clues.

Where do we start looking?

He used to go into his study,

and private the links until he'd finished dictating.

We'll start in the study, then.

But I looked there.

I did.

I looked for it.

When I was cleaning up the body.

There. There.

Can you... can you just give me a sec?

- I'll be fine. - Fine.

Who were they?

They called themselves Velvet.

Sleep down here in the day and walk the Upworld at night.

Are they dangerous?

Everybody is dangerous.

Something wrong?

Only everything.

Have you always lived down there?

Nah. I was born up here.

You don't want to hear about me.

I do.

Have you tried to return to the...

...real London?

You can't.

Is one or the other.

Nobody ever gets both.

Can he see us?

Is more that he doesn't notice us.

Hey, he's gonna jump.

Eh!

Idiot!

What the hell were you trying to do?

Where did you come from?

- I think I just save your life. - Awesome.

It just they didn't notice us!

And even if they do, they forget all about you.

Surprise!

Further movements are not recommended.

Mister Vandemar might have a little accident with his old toad-sticker.

Most accidents occur in the home. Is that not so, Mister Vandemar?

I don't trust statistics, Mister Croup.

Hello daddy.

You mother.

You sister.

Your brother

and your father.

All dead.

How did you escape?

I was lucky.

I'd gone off exploring for a few days...

Did you know there are still some Roman soldiers camped out by the Kilburn River?

They were deserters from the Nineteenth Legion, I think.

Anyway, when I got back here...

Pull yourself together, we have to find out who did this.

We know who did this.

It was Croup and Vandemar-

They're arms. Hands. Fingers.

There's a head that ordered it,

...that wants you dead, too.

Now. His journal?

It is here!

How are we, Varney?

Well, we trust?

In fine form, fetlock and fettle for the market tonight?

Do you know who we are?

There is talk that a certain young lady will be auditioning bodyguards this evening.

Had you thought of trying out for the task?

Enunciate clearly.

Varney's the best bravo and guard in the Underside, everyone knows that.

They say I'm the best since Hunter's day.

Well then 'best bravo and guard,'

We want you to go to the market tonight.

We want you become that certain young lady's personal bodyguard.

Then, once you got the job.

You may guard her from the rest of the world,

but when we want her, we take her. Got it?

Are you bribing me?

No, we're threatening you.

And if you don't do what Mister Croup says,

we're... hurting you... very badly,

before killing you even badlier.

Then I'm working for you, aren't I?

Welcome aboard.

Here.

Well done.

I don't know how I could have missed it before.

You were upset.

I was certain it would be here. And I am so rarely wrong.

How does this work?

What is a floating market going to be like?

It's very big.

I got this there, look.

I sold some stuff for it.

Nice.

To tell the truth... You'll laugh at me.