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She’s the boss.

And you’re right.

You’re right.

She will recognize me.

So Estella can’t go to the ball, but I know someone who can.

HORACE: Right, let’s do it.

Yeah.

Let’s go and ruin someone’s day.

You mean the Baroness?

Obviously, I mean the Baroness.

Right.

Why?

Who did you think I.

No, you said “someone.”

Someone could be anyone.

Let’s just do this, Horace.

Not tonight, son.

Well, you know what?

They said it was an emergency.

This is a private event.

Kind of vermin I deal with, they don’t wait for an invitation.

What they do is, they get in, they bite posh people who then froth at the mouth, their eyes spin in the back of their heads and then the posh people die.

That’s a beautiful story, mate.

I almost welled up, yeah?

Freeze.

Freeze.

Whatever you do, don’t turn around.

Well, don’t just stand there!

Get in and get him out!

I told you not to turn around.

And wash your hands.

Heck of a rat, yeah?

The size of a dog.

But it’s a rat.

Miss Anita Darling.

ANITA: Baroness.

I’m so grateful you’ve given Tattletale an exclusive tonight.

Not apparently grateful enough to observe the dress code.

No color.

Well, my pen must have leaked.

It’s tools of my trade.

BARONESS: No one is interested in what you write, my dear.

Just in how I look.

You look ravishing, Baroness.

Master of understatement, as usual.

Here’s.

to me.

To the Baroness!

Do you have a light?

Get her.

Come on, Wink.

I’m a wee bit nervous.

This doesn’t have to be a scene.

It really, really does.

My arm.

I think it’s broken.

Is there a doctor?

Oh, no, actually it’s fine.

I’d like to remind you all that I’m doing this in heels.

Ratbane!

Abort!

They can see you on the cameras.

Abort.

What?

There are six of you, so obviously you’ll win, but the first two of you to arrive are going to get very badly hurt.

Initiate plan B.

No, no, no!

Oh!

Oh!

Look at that one!

No.

Get out!

My wires!

So, discuss amongst yourselves who that is, hmm?

There we are.

No, no, no.

You hideous freak.

(WHISPERS) I didn’t mean that, Wink.

All right, we’re good.

Oh!

I’m so sorry.

Hang on!

We haven’t started yet, darling.

Is that two?

I lost count.

Oh, for heaven’s sake, just bring her to me.

Oi.

Shh.

You’re supposed to be dead!

That’s a bit much.

Nothing to see here.

Horace, how’s it going?

How’s it going?

Well, I.

Well, I’d say badly.

Oh, no.

Who are you?

You look vaguely familiar.

I look stunning.

I don’t know about familiar, darling.

Your hair, is it real?

Black and White Ball.

I like to make an impact.

Right.

What was your name?

Cruella.

Oh.

Mmm.

That’s quite fabulous.

And you designed this?

You did, actually.

1965 collection.

Oh, no wonder I love it, it’s mine.

I fixed it.

Oh, sit.

Do, I insist.

I’m intrigued, and that never happens.

Yes.

Aren’t they gorgeous?

And vicious.

It’s my favorite combination.

What do you want?

I mean, you clearly wanted to get my attention.

I want to be like you.

You’re a very powerful woman.

Let me give you some advice.

If you need to talk about power, you don’t have it.

Well, I don’t have it, which is why I need to talk about it, which is why I’m here.

Am I going to have to catch you up a lot, or can you keep up?

You’re funny.

It’s not just rats.

There’s mice, lizards.

Raccoons.

There’s a whole mess of different kinds of.

Oh, that’s a hybrid.

Where are you from?

Oh.

Well, um.

Up.

north.

Well, sort of.

It’s a bit south, really, of north, which is basically west.

All right, that’s enough.

I’ve loved our little chat, but I’m afraid that now I’m going to have to have you arrested, um, for trespassing.

Oh.

Is that a rat?

Oh, my God!

Get it off!

Get it off!

Get off!

Someone’s stolen my necklace.

Later, boys.

Now it’s a party!

That dog.

Stop!

Thief!

You’re the bravest rat I’ve ever known.

Oh, we need that!

Well, here’s hoping there’s a plan C.

Why, what’s plan C?

Well, what I’m saying is, “Is there a plan C?”

Yeah, but.

Get in!

Yeah.

A bit quicker!

You’re a dog!

Whoa.

Didn’t know you knew how to drive.

Whoa.

I don’t.

There’s a car!

All right.

Stop the car!

JASPER: What’s going on?

Hey, hey!

What are you doing?

Where’s she going?

The Baroness killed my mother.

What?

What are you talking about?

Her whistle, she called the dogs on her, she was.

It wasn’t my fault.

She killed her.

Like she was nothing.

Oh, blimey.

They say there are five stages of grief.

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Well, I’d like to add one more.

Revenge.

We should lay low.

Yeah.

That was a bit much last night.

You think?

I fell into a cake.

Morning, boys.

Morning.

So, let’s begin.

You’re not gonna kill her, are ya?

It’s not part of the current plan, but we might need to be adaptable.

So, that’s a no?

If you heard a “no,” it is.

Now, the necklace.

One of the Dalmatians ate it.

Not sure which one, so you’ll need to kidnap all of them.

All right, sorry.

Slow down.

What?

What are we.

Darling, if I’m going to need to repeat myself a lot, this isn’t going to work out.

Why you still talking like that?

Grift’s over.

The necklace went in one end, yes?

It’s going to come out the other.

That’s how it works.

And what about breakfast?

Which is now on the floor.

What’s the rest of the plan?

Where are you going?

Need-to-know basis.

JASPER: But that’s not how we usually work.

That was rude.

Yeah, but it’s her mum, innit?

We gotta cut her some slack.

Help her out.

Well, it’s not seeming like a lot of fun.

My Krispies are on the floor.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Let’s just get the dogs.

Anita Darling, my darling.

Estella, it’s been so long.

You know, I kept staring at you at the party, and then it came to me.

That’s Estella from school.

It’s not Estella.

That’s the past.

I’m Cruella.

So you go to parties and you take pictures and you print gossip?

That’s your job?

Yes, well.

Not as fun as it sounds.

Oh, it doesn’t sound fun.

It sounds useful.

Oh.

I’d like to start my own label.

Why don’t we work together to create some buzz for this old rag that you continually fill with that old hag?