​FRANCES: Mr Shelby, you're not yourself.

I
should call a doctor.

TOMMY: It's just myself talking to myself about

myself.

Michael, you're going to New York.

MICHAEL: Why?

ADA: Because the company has business to

attend to in America.

TOMMY: You knew I was going to be shot...and

you chose not to tell me.
 MICHAEL: I chose my mum.

PARLIAMENT: Thomas Shelby, Labour Party

423,430,72!

POLLY: I've been to a doctor on your behalf. It

starts when you stop. When you rest.

FRANCES: Mr Shelby, you're meant to be

resting.

TOMMY: I have learnt something, Frances.

There's no rest for me in this world. Perhaps in
the next.
 TOMMY: Arthur?

ARTHUR: "We cannot give you the assurance

you are asking for. "We expect payment in
full." Here's my favourite part. "We have never
even heard of your people, "so we are not
afraid of your threats." And they've signed it
"the Angels of Retribution".
Hmm. They say they haven't even heard of us.

So tell Aberama and Isiah to introduce

themselves. And, Finn…...you stay out of it
 Yeah?
Wait. Wait, wait. Say that again.
No. No, that cannot be possible!

Peter, my beautiful pilot...

Now, will you please fly me
and my winnings back to England?
Ten spoonfuls of sugar for me, please.
Where's that full one?

Look, Ruby. Daddy's back from his call.

Everything's going to be all right now.
 Oh, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no.

Arthur! Arthur, where's Tommy?

Just get to him and tell him that we've lost the
lot!
 Stay there. You stay put.
You'll hear from Tommy.

Arthur, what are you talking about?

How is that possible?

It's possible, because this morning in New

York City at am, the Wall Street Stock
Exchange crashed like a steam train. We were
most definitely on board.
 - Oi! Come on, get changed!
- Jesus Christ! Bring the car round!
We've got to get out of here.
Hurry up! Come on!
I'm going!

Change of plan.
We're not going to London any more.
- We're going straight to Birmingham.

- There are other passengers.

Not any more.

If you're going to England,

I'm coming with you.

- No. No.

- I love you, you love me.

- That's the truth.

- Gina, wait, come on.
- I want to meet your family.
- No, you don't.

Now you've heard of us.

Come on.

Couch. Couch!
 Put something down for the blood.
My sister'll fucking kill me. Be fucking careful!
She spends thousands of pounds on this shit.
Argh! - Get me some booze.
- Ah! Just fucking get the thing out of me and
sew me up. Just do it.

Peaky boy, give me your blade.

That's enough.

Don't want you throwing up

on your sister's furniture.

- You know what you're doing?

- I've done this a thousand times.
I once took a bullet from between
two ribs, one inch from the heart.
Mind you, it was a horse.
And the horse did die.

Hold him. Hold him.

There you go. Just a little one.

- What the fuck is going on?!

- Oh, fuck.

Hello, Ada.

Get out, both of you.

 Push this on the wound.
- Keep up the pressure.

- Get out.

I'm so sorry, Ada. They broke a

statue of some thin woman.
 Fucking statues.

What has Tommy told you?

- Shelbys stay out of the sporting stuff.

- What?

- To maintain his fucking reputation?

- Oi! You listen to me. We've got a chance.

Tommy has given us that chance. He's got
power, we've got money, and our past is left
behind us.

And you've got a precious young

life, Finn, you fucking idiot.
Three inches to the left
and that would have been gone.
You've got nothing to prove, Finn.
You have got nothing to prove.
 Daddy! Daddy!

Come here, you. Come here.

Come here. Come here.
Come here. Come here. Ooh!
Now, what have you been up to, eh?
Get it done, Johnny.

All right, you heard the man. Let's go.

 Where's Charles?

He's in the wagon. He won't come out. He

heard Johnny talking Rokker.
He understands more Gypsy than we think.

He heard him say you shot the horse.

I told him it was mercy. I said it's what you do
when a horse gets sick.
He doesn't understand.

Dad, why did you shoot him?

Charlie, get out here now.

Let's get it done.
Charles? Come here.
 Sit down.
Now, listen to me.
Your horse was sick. He was in pain.
The vet couldn't do anything,
even Curly couldn't do anything.
I put him to sleep.
- It's what you do.

- No! It's what YOU do!

Shoot horses, shoot people!
Everybody says!

Dangerous, my beautiful horse.

Too wild to race.
Wouldn't take the reins or the whip.
 Should have been a war horse.
Got tired of the pasture.
Couldn't stick the peace and quiet,
gave up on life...and is now free.
In the bleak...

You're crying.

Tom...I'm sorry.
I didn't know your boy spoke Rokker.

Fill it in, Johnny.

It's fine.
 I've called the house, the office.
But if I tell you...you won't believe it...
so I'll show you.

Huh? I told Michael on Friday

this was going to happen.

Yeah.

Fucking Michael... said he was

advised by the broker that prices would
rebound. Everybody was told the same thing.
He held on.
- Michael held on?
- Yeah.
 Michael. - Michael held on?
- Yeah.
Michael held on...and carried on dancing and
playing...and fucking in the snow.

Charlie! Charlie, come out here now!

Kid never fucking listens. Never listens, Lizzie!
What do I have to do to make people fucking
listen to me?!

Holy fuck!
What do we do now, Tommy, eh?
What do we do?

Lizzie, you go with Arthur to Birmingham, you

stay in the Midland Hotel. Arthur, call a full
meeting of the board of directors tomorrow at
noon. A full fucking meeting.

What about today, eh?

What's wrong with today, Tom?

- I need to do some thinking.

- Oh, yeah.
Oh, you do that best on your own,
don't you, eh?

I won't be on my own.
Never on my own. Lizzie, you have the driver
come back tomorrow. And, Arthur, tell my
boy...that sometimes death is a kindness.
 Come on. What now?
What am I, a genie?
You summon me up
with your little bottle of dope?

I take it for the pain, to keep warm.

Is that what it's for?

The warmth?
The warmth.
All this time...
I know.

Our love still remains.

But you have to listen
to the voices that you hear.
Do what they tell you to do.

Too much to do, Grace. The kids...

I need to say goodbye.

I need to sleep.
 Just think, Tom.

Linda! Oh, there you are, eh?

You're the chairman, Arthur,

so start acting like one.

Chairman, am I, hmm?
No. I'm the fucking doorman, Linda, hmm?

And you ain't coming in here

tonight, love, dressed like that.
Tommy made me chairman so that...
he could stay clean. It's called an arrangement.
 It's an opportunity.

I know who I am, Linda.

I know who I am
and I'm all right with it.
Finally. I can live with it.
I need you to be all right with it.
I need you to be all right with it, eh?
What is it, eh?
And what do you want, hmm?
What, do you want the chairman?
Do you? Hmm?
With his fancy briefcase
and his gold fountain pen, eh?
 What do you want?
Chairman...or doorman? Hmm?

You think we can fuck and it'll be

OK and I'll be quiet. Well, I won't.
Every week, your brother's down in London,
making out he's fucking Robin Hood,
champion of the people, while you're up here
running the racket for him.

And according to your "arrangement", if

anything should happen, it'd be you who takes
the blame, does the time or swings for it.

- And what do you want?

- I want you...to take the opportunity

that God and the New York Stock
Exchange has presented to you.

Mr Shelby,
the meeting will be starting soon.
 Yeah. All right. Be right there.
Thank you, Edna. And shut the door.

OK, now...Mmm, they're nice.

...let's begin.

Yesterday, as you all know,

there was a fucking terrible...
There was a terrible disaster. Hmm?
It wasn't just for us. It was for the whole world.
Happened in New York.
That's where it happened. And it slowly spread
to London. And then to, er, fucking Hong
Kong. Hmm?
Whole thing... whole thing went up.
Well, actually the whole thing
 went fucking down, but...
...we wasn't the only ones hurt by this.
Whole world is hurt.
A lot of people. In the papers.
It's all over the news.
- Everyone's talking about it.

- Arthur? Shouldn't we just wait for Thomas?

Polly, Arthur's now

the chairman of the board.

Er, Mr Chairman, perhaps while we wait for

Thomas, I might lighten the gloom and
express, as a relatively new member of this
 company, what a pleasure it is to be in a
boardroom that has so many females in it,
and all females who are both
sharp-witted and decorative.

Yeah, well, we're a very modern company, Mr

Greene.

Indeed. Although there are still some

among us who cling to their
old-fashioned values.

How far have we got?

We've established
that ladies are decorative.

We've only just sat down, Tom.

Actually, um, Arthur has some

documents that he'd like to hand out.

Yeah? What documents?

 I was just explaining to everyone,
Tom, that, um, well, we're fucked.

- Ain't that right? Hmm?

- Yes and no. It is true that a large proportion

of the company's funds were invested in
American stocks and shares.

Invested or hidden?

All investments are approved

by the board, Linda.

Only the ones that went

through the books, Thomas.

Linda, after this meeting there will

be another meeting, for just family.

Did we vote on this?

 - Arthur?

- "Arthur, can't you control your wife?"

We are a very modern company, Mr Greene. To

be precise, everything we channelled through
the New York Stock Exchange is now offering
a return of ten cents to the dollar.
And the Nolan Bank of America,
where we invested our fluidity,
is offering five cents to the dollar
on all deposits.

Yeah.

- There is hope.

- Why? What have you got in there, a magic

wand?

As non executive director of the

company, I need the permission from
the chairman to present my strategy to the
board.

Permission granted, Tom.

The Peaky Blinders are coming!

The Peaky Blinders are coming!
Micky, the Peaky Blinders are coming!

Ladies and gents,

Peaky Blinders are on their way.
Please vacate. Thank you.

- Good to see you.

- All right, Mr Shelby.
 - Mr Shelby...
- Yeah?

- ...thank you for what you did.

- What did I do?

He was going to evict us,

that bastard Fellows.
Now he's cut our rent in half.

Good. Glad to hear it. Glad to hear it.

All right?

How far can we go, Mr Shelby,

 with this beautiful dream?

- All the way, brother. All the way.

- Revolution, man!

This crash, Mr Shelby. They're

saying they're gonna cut my hours.
- Yeah. Where do you work?
- Greenhams Engineering.

Greenham brothers. I know them.

They're not gonna cut your hours.

God bless you. God bless you both.

- Enjoy your drink.

- Gentlemen and ladies.
If you'll all move into the saloon bar,
where you will all be served
a free pint of stingo.

Any man who served in France

gets a brandy chaser. And in spite of what
you're reading in the newspapers, I want to
hear singing and laughing. Fuck the stock
market.

Fuck the stock market!

They backed the wrong horses,
so fucking what, eh?

Thank you, Mr Shelby. At last,

a politician who gets things done.

You're welcome, brother, you're welcome.

- Get down off the furniture.

- Sorry, Ada. I was getting excited, wasn't I?
 Right.

Can I begin this family meeting

with a proposal? From now on,
we find somewhere else to meet.
Your husband believes that being seen mixing
with the common people
is good politics.

Hmm. Well, if this is our campaign

for socialism, perhaps next time, Polly, you
won't wear earrings worth
more than the pub.

Right! Family meeting. First item. This!

 Dug out of our Finn's arm yesterday
by Aberama Gold using your gin
and a razor blade.

Finn?

He says they were sent to Limehouse.

Chinatown.

Sent by fucking who?

Sent by me.

I told Finn to stay out of this.

He obviously didn't listen.

Oh, Tommy, sweetheart, I listen to you I listen

to you when you tell me
no more sport for anyone named Shelby. I
listen to you when you make me promises.

What's in Chinatown, Tommy?

What the fuck is going on?
 £50,000. In cash.

He said they were sent to

Chinatown to kill somebody.

That kid needs educating, Tommy, really does.

Jesus Christ, Tommy!

- It was a particular opportunity.

- A particular opportunity
presented to me in confidence.
I dealt with it in confidence.

But you told Polly.

Tommy told me there was

a pimp in East London who sold kids.

Fucking kids, Lizzie, eh? Hmm?

This pimp was blackmailing a senior
member of the House of Lords,
 - a very wealthy man.
- Now this pimp is lying in a ditch,
covered in flies. World's a better place.

Holy fuck! So now your business

is improving the world?

Sometimes, Ada...killing is a kindness. Hmm?

The man we did the job for

is a High Court judge. We received intelligence
from a senior police officer in Scotland Yard.
I've made lots of new friends in
London. Men with influence.
The police felt the same way
about this pimp as we did.
He wasn't worth a trial. The coppers
cleared the streets for us.
This was work commissioned by a High Court
judge, by Scotland Yard
and by the House of Lords.
It's a particular opportunity.
It's not to be repeated.
 - And it was the right thing to do.

- Fucking right.

Lizzie, you need to understand.

- That you tell Polly, not me.

- You need to understand

that the corridors of Westminster
are very dimly lit. And for those who make the
rules, there are no rules.

We own the ropes. Who's going to hang us

now, eh?

- "WE"? WE own the ropes, do we?

- Lizzie, Lizzie,

if Finn had've listened to me,

you wouldn't have known.
 When we go home, I'll explain.

I can't be bothered with this shit.

So...Tommy Shelby MP. Business as usual.

The strategy I outlined earlier

to rebuild the conventional part
of this business will take time.
In the meantime…

Just business as fucking usual.

In the meantime, it is fortunate

that we have maintained
other sources of cash income.
Because until the stock market
recovers, cash is king.
And cash we have.

No-one is gonna hang you, Tommy.

You're gonna hang yourself.
 Someone has to pay for them
paintings on your wall, Ada.

Yeah, bye-bye, Ada.

Tommy, you need to go easy on Ada.

Polly...when am I ever not easy on Ada, eh?

Thomas, the thing is, Ada...

She's pregnant.

Ada's what?!

These days, people tell me things

without even speaking.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Ada's fucking pregnant? Hmm?

And, Polly, you need to reassure Ada

that it's , times have changed,
we've a lot to do, and no-one gives
 a fuck who the father is.

Really?

I already know who the father is.

But we've had enough shocks for one day.

OK.

All right, go on, then.

How long you known about Ada, huh?

I know her doctor. He calls me.

Yeah, longer than me.

Have a look at this.

What's that funny writing on there?

Chinese.
Ah, right. What is it? Hmm? Bad news?

Maybe.

- Angels of Retribution?

- Yeah.

Burn the letter they sent.

It's already done.

Look at that, Tom. Hmm?

Pulled from our brother, eh?

Finally took a first bullet.

No-one fucking listens to me.

Here, give it here. I'll keep it for him.
I still have my first one.

Arthur, you can tell our comrades

they can come back in.
 Where are you going, brother?

The huge losses

on the British Stock Exchange
will bite into our economy
for the foreseeable future.
I therefore must ask the trade
unions to possess understanding.
The need for their flexibility
and cooperation is paramount
in the coming months as we attempt
to rebuild this great nation.

Mr Thomas Shelby.
 Thank you, Mr Speaker.

My right honourable friend,

the member for Epping,
asks that following the crash,
trade union members be more flexible when
carrying out their duties. What he's really
asking is that the working man carry the can.
The grand casino in Monte Carlo
is a small and timid affair
when compared to the wild games of chance
being played in London and New York by
gamblers in silk gloves
and beaver hats, who, when they lose their
bets, turn around and ask the shoe-shine to
pay for it.
Well, on behalf of the shoe-shines
and can carriers of South Birmingham and all
across Great Britain, I would suggest that
those who so recklessly lost their fortunes
on the capitalist lottery learn to shine their own
shoes...carry their own can
and pay their own bills.
 Mr Shelby? I just wanted to say
how much I enjoyed your speech.
You speak very eloquently.

Thank you.

My name's Mosley, by the way.

Oswald Mosley.

Yeah, I know who you are.

My constituency borders yours.

And let me just say, you've come to my
attention.
 Come. Ah. I have bad news, Mr...Shelby.
We agreed, on completion of business. My wife
and I have had a misfortune on the London
Exchange. There's 20,000 there. You'll have to
wait for the rest.

- Cavalry, eh?
 I spent a lot of time
waiting for the cavalry, me.

One time, me and my comrades

waited three days. When the cavalry finally
came, an officer, on the back of a fine white
horse, joked that he'd been delayed playing a
game of whist. So I took out my Webley
revolver and I shot him in the head,
stole his horse, reported him for cowardice. All
for a game of chance.

After my people completed their task

in Chinatown, they collected all the
photographs, letters and cheques
that will cause you concern.
I now have them in a safe place.
On Monday you will give me
the full £50,000 in cash...or I will steal your
white horse from under you.
 How the fuck did a man like you
get into a position of trust
in a place of power and privilege?!

A man like me?

A man like me?
Lord Suckerby...I've seen the photographs.
Monday.

Shelby!
 Sorry I'm late, Ada.
We've been having briefings
from the Home Office.
The police are concerned about the
effect of the crash in industrial areas.
- Right.
- Everything all right?
-Yeah, fine. We lost money in New York, so I've
been up late.

Your brother been busy?

-Er, he's had two meetings with

Mr Shapurji Saklatvala,
the former Communist MP for Battersea. He's
been approached
by an anarchist group in Walsall,
he's setting up a meeting, and there's talk of a
mass walk-out of bus drivers, Nottingham and
Derby, organised by two Communist
convenors not formerly known to Special
Branch.

He's also had a telephone

conversation with Jessie Eden,
who is organising a committee
to resist wage cuts across the city.
But he'll report more when he sees
her. It's all in there, though.
Names and everything.
 I heard he had the Labour benches
roaring approval in the House today.

Huh. If only he meant it,

he'd be dangerous.

Didn't know you drank stout, Ada.

Thought it was gin.

Times are hard.

Hmm.

Exactly how much did you lose?

Don't worry about it. Tommy has a plan. He

thinks that we can turn the collapse of the
stock exchange to our advantage. He says,
"When others retreat, you advance."
He says, "We can wave cash in the
faces of desperate men."

Tell your brother from me,

 he's doing excellent work.
I'm told two more military contracts
for vehicles and parts for the Army in India are
on their way to him.

Fuck.

Come.

Mr Shelby, this arrived from New York. It's

from Winston Churchill. He says he was in
New York and had dinner with Charlie Chaplin,
and Chaplin mentioned your name.

So he was in New York

and he doesn't mention the crash.
 No. Even though, in the bar last night, Mr
Churchill's private secretary
reckoned he lost £75,000 in two hours.

And you?
Were you affected, Mr Shelby?

I'm going to my apartment, Adam.

You lock up.

Sorry, Mr Shelby, you...

you have one more appointment.
You set it yourself.
It's in the diary from last week.
A journalist from the Times.
He used to be with the Birmingham Mail. He
sent you some questions.
You said you wanted to meet him.
He's outside.

Yes. Send him in.

Mr Shelby?
Mr Levitt from the London Times.

Have a seat.
Adam, you go home, I'll lock up.

Mr Shelby, do you remember me?

No.

Once, in Small Heath, you were

burning photographs of the King.

- London Times. You've done well.

- As have you, sir, to put it mildly.

I sent you a list of questions.
 Yeah, I misplaced them.

Yeah, well, you have a lot on your plate.

Yes. All I remember is

that your questions interested me.

Oh! Good. Sorry, just...Ah, here we are. Yes,

um...um... So, Mr Shelby,traditionally in this
country,print journalists take
no interest in the, er, the private lives of
politicians.

Private lives?

But in these modern times, especially in

America...journalists are beginning to...Well,
that is to say, yes, um...
Readers are beginning to say...
want to know more about the men
who represent them.
 Of course. In these modern times.

Whereas before it would have

been seen as ungentlemanly to, er,
to ask a public figure questions
about personal matters
- or business affairs…

- Oh, well. No need to worry.

I'm no gentleman.

Hmm.Er, Mr Shelby, as I said in my letter, ten

years ago I was a journalist
on the Birmingham Evening Mail.
And of course, working in that city,
it was impossible not to know your name...and
your reputation. So, when I saw that you had
been elected as a socialist…

You reflected on the fact that working people

can indeed change their lives for the
better…channel their abilities in new
directions, discover better methods, aim for
 happier outcomes, even win awards for
industry. You can write this down, Mr Levitt.

The question I have for you,

Mr Shelby, is this.

Was your conversion from

bookmaker to socialist politician
a gradual thing or...a road to Damascus
experience?

Yeah. Now I hear that question...

I remember receiving your letters
and I distinctly remember your use
of the word "bookmaker".

- Were you not a bookmaker, sir?

- Yes. I gained a licence in 1919 for on-track
betting. But, since 1923, I've made my fortune
in the manufacture, sale and export of motor
cars.

And lately gin.

 And lately three new homes for orphaned
children. You can write all this down, Mr Levitt.

I have another question, Mr Shelby.

In Birmingham, at the time that I was there,
there was a Major Campbell.
He was found dead.
A member of your family was charged.

Right, you answer me this. Answer me this.

What is your Tory newspaper more afraid of?
Is it evolution or revolution?
And what is it about working-class men like
me, standing up in the House of Commons and
speaking from the heart, what is it that so
troubles you that you would try to undermine
me?

I am talking about specific events, sir.

Which I don't recall...

...with which I was never personally linked, and
after which all convictions were quashed.
Yeah, now...I recall receiving your letter...
...and I recall that when I did...
...I asked a colleague of mine
to carry out some research.
Just a moment. Here we are.
Ah, Michael Levitt.
Correct?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Journalist. Unmarried.
An apartment in Maida Vale.
An apartment opposite
the underground station.
"Unmarried" is underlined.
Mr Levitt enjoys walks in the park.
Sometimes alone.
Sometimes not alone.
Sometimes with other men.
Sometimes with other men.
I'm old-fashioned... Michael.
I believe private lives
 should remain private.
Not everything modern is good, now, is it?
You gonna write this down...
...in your little fucking book?

Well?
Not yet. I didn't tell him.

Him knowing or not knowing has no

relevance to what we're drinking.
It's vintage. Fuck it. This...
...is for us. Let's drink to the baby.
 Polly, do you remember
when I was last pregnant?
You were going to take me to Cardiff.
I was going to get rid of it.

What about this time?

Imagine. The father's scared.

He runs away. You're left.
Oh, sweetheart. The baby's black,
he's a bastard and it's Birmingham.
But you don't care.
Because the world has changed.
And the baby's eyes are golden.
And you're gonna leave her
with Aunt Polly every day to look after. Aunt
Polly, who insisted
that you called her Elizabeth.

How do you know it's a her?

Cos I'm Polly Gray.

 It's a girl?

Golden. To be born in the year ,

where everything will be changed
for the better. She'll be the colour
of a Hollywood Oscar.

What will Tommy say?

Tommy knows.

Hmm! He's also seen that the world's

big and round and he says, "So what?"

Tommy is right, you know, Ada.

We are flying above the rules now.

We're bold people, aren't we, Polly?

That's the beauty.

 Hello, Cyril.
Least you're still talking to me.
Where is everyone?

Your wife is upstairs with Ruby.

 You know, Frances,
if there were to be a snap election
in this house today...
...wouldn't win it...
...not even if I were running
against the devil himself.

- No. I gathered.
- Mm. Where's Charles?

Charles is in the stable.

Thank you.

Did Arthur explain?

 He said it's God's will.
But you're not God!

No, I'm not God. Not yet.