Season 1 Episode 1

Sir? This is her. The girl who tells fortunes? They're doing a magic spell to make
her win a race. The horse's name's Monaghan Boy. Kempton, three o'clock, Monday.
You ladies have a bet yourselves but don't tell anyone else. "And Abraham made his
home in a cave, "but it was good "because God resided there with him. "You see,
children, God does not care "if you live in a slum or in a mansion. "God does not
care if you are rich or you are poor. "You are still God's" Morning, sir. Morning,
Mr Shelby. Come on, lad. Morning, sir. Morning, Mr Shelby. Come on, hurry up! Finn?
Arthur's mad as hell. What does a ten-year-old know about hell, eh? I'm 11 Sunday.
Place your bets here now for the 2:30 at Kempton. Down to fours OK, girls and boys,
you want to push that now, mate. Thanks very much. What d'you say? We've got
Sovereign, he's an old favourite, 4-1. Tommy. Tommy! Tommy, look at the book. Just
look. Tommy! All on Monaghan Boy. Good work, John. Tommy! Get in here, now! That'll
be six pennies, Nipper. That's ten bob you'll see for that. You was seen doing the
powder trick down at Garrison Court. Times are hard. People need a reason to lay a
bet. There was a Chinese. The washer women say she's a witch. It helps them
believe. We don't mess with Chinese. Look at the book Chinese have cutters of their
own. We agreed, Arthur. I'm taking charge of drumming up new money. What if
Monaghan Boy wins, Tommy? You fixing races now? Do you have permission from Billy
Kimber to be fixing races, hm? Then what's got into you? You think we can take on
the Chinese and Billy Kimber. Billy's got a bloody army! I think Arthur. That's
what I do. I think so that you don't have to. There's news from Belfast. Down from
tens over eights I'm calling a family council tonight at eight o'clock. I want all
of us there. You hear me?! There's trouble coming. All right, shut up now. Shut up.
Comrades we're here today to take a vote on strike action. MEN: Yes! But before we
have a show of hands for that let's have a show of hands from all those who fought
in France, all those who stood side-by-side with your comrades and watched your
comrades fall. Raise your hands. The blood shed on Flanders fields, the sweat of
YOUR brows! Who reaps the rewards? No. No! - Who, then? Do they stand among us? -
No! Or do they sit at home, comfortable, with a full belly while you scrape to find
enough to put shoes on your children's feet! Yes! And what is the reward they offer
you for your sacrifices made? A fucking cut in your wages! THAT is your reward!
Raise a hand, all those who want to strike! Yeah! On the house, Mr Shelby. I'll
take a mild. Right. Cheers, Thomas. Good health to you. The crown of a prince. Soon
to be King, I'd bet. You don't bet. No, but these past few days I've been
speculating. About what? One of my Union comrades has a sister, works in the
telegraph office at the BSA factory. She says over the past week they've had
messages coming up from London to the brass - from Winston Churchill himself.
Something about a robbery. "A robbery of national significance", it said. She found
the list of names left on the telegraph machine. And on that list was your name and
my name together. What kind of a list would have the name of a Communist and the
name of a bookmaker side-by-side? Perhaps it's a list of men who give false hope to
the poor. The only difference between you and me, Freddie, is that sometimes my
horses stand a chance of winning. You know, there are days when I hear about the
cuttings and beatings that I really wish I'd let you take that bullet in France.
Believe me, there are nights I wish you had. They're going to get me! On three.
One, two, three, down! Breathe, Danny, breathe! They're going to kill me! Danny!
Danny! Danny, you're home. We're all home in England. You're not in France. You're
not an artillery shell, Danny, you're a man. Eh? You're not a whizz bang. You're a
human being, Danny. You're all right, you're all right, you're all right. Up! Up!
It's all right, it's all right. Oh, hell. Did I do it again? You did it again,
Danny. Got to stop doing this, man. It's all right. Oh, God, Mr Shelby, I'm sorry
It's all right. You go home to your wife now, Danny. Try and get all that smoke and
mud out of your head, eh. Yes, Mr Shelby. I'm sorry. Go on. Mr Shelby, you have to
do something about him. Damn right, Harry. You pay the Peaky Blinders a lot of
money for protection. You're the law around here now, Tommy, aren't you? Maybe you
should put a bullet in Danny Whizz Bang's head like they do with mad horses. Maybe
you'll have to put a bullet in my head someday, too. Bring the bill to the Peaky
Blinders. We'll take care of this. Look at the gun. Recognise it? Oof! Get up off
your arse, you mumping pig! Aunt Pol! What the fuck d'you do that for?! Finn was
playing with this this afternoon by the cut. It was loaded. He nearly blew Ada's
tits off. It must've fell out of my pocket. He said he found it on the sideboard of
the betting shop with bullets in it. Ma I must've been drunk. When are you not
drunk? Look, Aunt Pol, I'm sorry. I'm I'm sorry. We'll keep this between ourselves
if you swear not to leave guns lying around. Look, I know having four kids without
a woman is hard. But my boot's harder. Now, come on, we're late. 'Right, 'I've
called this family meeting because I've got some very important news. ' Scudboat
and Lovelock got back from Belfast last night. They were buying a stallion to cover
their mares. They were in a pub on the Shankhill Road yesterday, and in that pub,
there was a copper handing out these. "If you're over five feet and can fight, come
to Birmingham. " They're recruiting Protestant Irishmen to come over here as
Specials. To do what? To clean up the city, Ada. He's a Chief Inspector. The last
four years, he's been clearing the IRA out of Belfast. How do you know so bloody
much? Cos I asked the coppers on our payroll. And why didn't you tell me? I'm
telling you. So why are they sending him to Birmingham? Well, there's been all
these bloody strikes at the BSA and the Austin works lately. Now the papers are
talking about sedition. And revolution. I reckon it's Communists he's after. So
this copper's going to leave us alone, right? There are Irishmen in Green Lanes who
left Belfast to get away from him. They say Catholic men who crossed him used to
disappear in the night. Yeah, but we ain't IRA. We bloody fought for the King.
Anyway, we're Peaky Blinders. We're not scared of coppers. He's right. If they come
for us, we'll cut them a smile each. So, Arthur is that it? What do you think, Aunt
Pol? This family does everything open. You've nothing more to say to this meeting,
Thomas? No. Nothing that's women's business. This whole bloody enterprise was
women's business while you boys were away at war. What's changed? We came back. And
the Lord will smite the unholy when the great judgment comes. And judgment is
coming, my friends. Judgment is coming to this wicked city. And your wickedness and
your fornication will be revealed. You cannot hide from the Creator. You cannot
hide from the Almighty Himself. The Creator sees all. You cannot hide from the true
and living God Get off with yer! Fuck off! That's it, I don't go any further. I
have ten minutes. What do you want? An explanation. I've always been able to tell
when you're hiding something. People round here talk. Some of them work at the BSA.
I've been talking to the wives of factory hands. Detectives have been asking
questions in the proofing shops. Nothing happens in that factory without you
knowing about it. Speak. God and Aunt Polly are listening. It was meant to be
routine. I had a buyer in London for some motorcycles. I asked my men to steal me
four bikes with petrol engines. I'm guessing my men were drunk. There's a still
inside the factory makes tram-line gin. They picked up the wrong fucking crate. The
boys dropped it at Charlie Strong's yard as agreed. They must've taken it from the
proofing bay instead of the export bay. Holy sweet baby of Mary! Inside we found 25
Lewis machine guns, Jesus, Tommy! All bound for Libya. Sitting right there in
Charlie Strong's yard. Tell me you threw them in the cut. We put 'em in the
stables, out of the rain. The guns hadn't been greased yet. So that's why they sent
a copper from Belfast. Maybe, maybe not. Thomas, you're a bookmaker, a robber, a
fighting man, you're not a fool. You sell those guns to anyone who has use to 'em,
you will hang! Dump them somewhere the police can find them. Maybe if they know
they haven't fallen into the wrong hands this might blow over. Tell Charlie to dump
them tonight. No. He won't move contraband under a full moon. Three days until it
wanes. Then you'll do the right thing? You have your mother's common sense, but
your father's devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win. I got tickets
for the Penny Crush. They're showing a Tom Mix picture. I'm not in the mood for the
pictures tonight, Ada. Well, I'm not doing it here again. I got covered in mud last
time. Let's just walk a bit. If we go down as far as Greet, we could go to a pub.
Your brothers have friends in Greet. They have friends everywhere. We'd have to
walk to London. I'm with you because you're the only man round here not scared of
them. Oh, I'm scared of them all right. But you love me more than you fear them,
right? I don't want to be always sneaking about. Soon, we'll tell them. When? How
did the family meeting go? Usual. There's a new copper coming. I heard. Hmm. And
Tommy says he's after the likes of you. So maybe you should burn your books and
stop making speeches. Oh, my Ada. The only princess of the royal family of the
Kingdom of Small Heath. I'm just a poor communist frog with a big mouth. Give me a
kiss, Princess Ada. SHE LAUGHS I'm here about the job as a barmaid. Are you mad? Am
I what? Do you know about this place? I saw it in
an advertisement. Job's been filled. It was in yesterday's paper. Believe me,
love, I'm doing you a favour. I'm not asking for favours, I'm asking for
employment. You're too nice. How would you know? And too pretty. They'd have you up
against a wall. I have experience and references. What part of Ireland are you
from? Galway. Ah! I worked in Dublin. Me mother was from Galway. You're too pretty.
Watch. And listen. d I wish I was in Carrickfergus d Only for nights in Ballygrand
d I would swim over the deepest ocean d The deepest ocean my love to find d My
boyhood friends and my own relations d Have all passed on now like the melting
snow. d In Ireland my singing made them cry and stopped them fighting. Well, I hope
you know a lot of songs. Babies discarded with the fish bones and eggshells. Girls,
11 years old pierced and punctured by old men for thruppence a time! Rutted upon
like animals! Degradation. Fathers with their daughters, brothers and sisters
sharing beds. Beggars and thieves left to run in the streets. And astride the whole
stinking pile of wounds and rotten flesh your masters! The men who you touch your
cap to. The Peaky Blinders! The vicious merciless gangs who blind those that see
and cut out the tongues of those who talk. You are worse than them! Those of you
who have taken their bribes these years since the war, those of you who look the
other way, you are worse than them! God damn you for soiling your uniforms! And
then there are the IRA Fenians and the Communists. Blacker hearts still. They feed
on the puss of all this corruption like maggots in a corpse. And like maggots, if
left to swell they will eventually swarm like flies and spread their rotten
philosophy across the country and across the world! Those then are our enemies! A
three-headed beast. It is my job to decapitate each one and by God I will do it! I
don't trust any of yous until you earn my trust! And that takes some earning. These
are the new men who will bolster your ranks. Good men from God-fearing families. By
the time the sun sets, they will be sworn in and in uniform. And by sunrise
tomorrow, they will be on the streets. God help those who stand in our way! Sorry,
Mr Shelby. Right. Move out of the way for Mr Shelby. Mr Shelby. This way. You see,
ladies, when you're out with a Blinder, you don't have to queue. Right I want a
blow job off both of you before they let the ordinary people in. Away you go. Take
your hat off. What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you?! I'm Arthur-fucking-Shelby!
Arthur Shelby. Lead pack dog of the Peaky Blinders. Look at me. Bastard! Your
uniform? Terrifying, I'm sure. Did he have a gun? No gun. A knife in his sock, cosh
in his belt. Now, Mr Shelby I want you to see this as me introducing myself to you.
Understand? In all the world the only thing that interests me is the truth. So what
do you know about the robbery? What robbery? I will ask you again. What do you know
about the robbery? I swear to God, I don't know what you're talking about. What
fucking robbery? Argh! Aye, after 35 years of dealing with animals like you, I can
tell just by sniffing the air whether or not you're lying. I'm not fucking lying!
All right? I'm not fucking lying! I know. I see nothing of interest behind the
blood in your eyes. And no blood in your veins that could carry even a trace of
cunning or guile. But understand this. It is well within my power to have you and
the rest of your scum family face down in the canal before the year is out. On the
other hand we can help each other. Is it always this busy on a daytime? No. These
boys are on their way to St Andrews. To pray? That'll be the day. St Andrews is a
football ground. The Blues are playing. That's the forward line there. And that's
the goalie, believe it or not. Hello! I need a bottle of rum. Grace, whatever it
is, it's on the house. A whole bottle? Yeah. White or dark rum? Don't care. Right,
lads, what'll it be? Two? Thank you. Harry said it's on the house. Are you a whore?
Cos if you're not, you're in the wrong place. He's one of them you warned me about?
Look, Grace, you're a friendly girl but be careful. If I say something's on the
house, then say nothing to whoever you're serving. If they decide that they want
you, then there's nothing anybody could do about it. Lucky for you, since he got
back from France, Tommy doesn't want anybody at all. Yes, lads? John, wipe the
blood out of his eye. Since when did you give orders? I'm a trained nurse. Don't
make me laugh, it hurts me face. I bloody am! You went to one first-aid class in
the church hall and got thrown out for giggling. Not before I learnt how to stop
somebody from choking. I'm not bloody choking, am I? You will be when I wrap this
cloth round your neck. Let me see him. All right, have this. Give me that. You're
all right. He said Mr Churchill sent him to Birmingham. National interest, he said.
Something about a robbery. He said he wants us to help him. We don't help coppers.
He knew all about our war records. He said we're patriots like him. He wants us to
be his eyes and ears. I said I said we'd have a family meeting and take a vote.
Well, why not? Hmm? We've no truck with Fenians or communists. What's wrong with
you? What the fuck is wrong with him lately?! If I knew, I'd buy the cure from
Compton's Chemists. d I am just a young girl d I have just come over d Over from
the country where they do things big d And amongst the boys d I've got myself a
lover d And since I have a lover d I don't care a fig d The boy I love is up in the
gallery d The boy I love is d. . looking at me d Can't you see him standing there d
Waving his handkerchief d As merry as a robin that sings on the tree. d We haven't
had singing in here since the war. Why do you think that is, Harry? So did Arthur
say what kind of deal this new copper offered him? God! The second your balls are
empty it's back onto politics. What did Tommy say? He didn't say anything. You know
what he's like. Yeah, I know what he's like. He likes to take his fights onto the
mud. Doesn't like to stand and wait. You know what he'd do if he found out about
us. He could try. Sometimes, it's like you're with me just to show you can. One day
me and Tommy will be on the same side again. Tommy! Aargh. Hey, what you do? We're
closed. Go home. Go home, crazy man. I said go home, crazy man! I said go home. Fix
bayonets!!! Secretary of State, this is Chief Inspector Campbell. Mr Churchill,
sir, may I say what a great honour it is to meet you. Bit of a whistle stop tour.
Love the hat, by the way. Thank you. It's beaver. So, how are you settling in? I
have set up a command network. I have agents in place across the city who will act
as my eyes and ears. And I have begun to interrogate suspects vigorously. You were
in Belfast. I understand you broke a few Fenian hearts. A rat's nest, sir. So who
do you think stole the guns? Fenians or Communists? If it is IRA Fenians, I will
find them and find the guns. If it is Communists, I will find them and find the
guns. If it is common criminals, I will find them and find the guns. To me there
are no distinction between any of the above. We chose you because you are
effective. But remember this, Mr Campbell. This is England, not Belfast. Bodies
thrown in the rivers, wash up in the papers here. We must keep the existence of
these stolen guns out of the news otherwise we will simply be advertising them for
sale. If there are bodies to be buried, dig holes and dig them deep. I want
everything accounted for down to the last bullet. Uncle Charlie, a word. They are
aboard. There's no moon. We can take them out to the turning point beyond Gas
Street and leave them on the bank. They'll be found by railway men first thing. Is
that agreement? I changed my mind. You what? I have an alternative strategy. Tell
Curly to take her out to the old tobacco wharf. There's a lock up mooring we used
to keep cigarettes. He knows it. When the boat leaves your yard, it's no longer
your concern. Have you lost your fucking mind? Have you not seen the streets?
They've sent a fucking army to find these things That's right. They've shown their
hand Their hand? If they want them back this bad, they'll have to pay. That's the
way of the world. Fortune drops something valuable in your lap, you don't just dump
it on the bank of the cut. You're blood, Tommy. I've always looked out for you like
a dad. You're going to bring holy hell down on your head. This copper takes no
prisoners. I'm told he didn't serve. Reserved occupation. Is it another war you're
looking for, Tommy? The tobacco wharf. By order of the Peaky Blinders. Are you in
position? I am, sir. Your first impressions? I am quite shocked at how these people
live. Have you found anything out that might help me? I interrogated the head of
the Peaky Blinders. He didn't know anything. A brute. It strikes me that it isn't
Arthur who heads the Shelby family. It is the younger one, Thomas. They say he won
two medals for gallantry in the war. You sound fascinated. However, my opinion has
not changed. The bookmaker gangs have other business and the Communists are too
weak to have planned this. I believe the guns were taken by the IRA. You must not
let your personal history cloud your judgment. What history? That the IRA murdered
my father will not affect my judgment. If you see any guns, check the serial
numbers against that list. Your father was the finest officer I ever worked with. I
know he would be very, very proud of you. Danny, as you know, the man you killed
was Italian. And those two men over there are his brothers. If I let the Italians
do this, Danny, they'll cut off your manhood and let you drain. That's how those
bastards do things. So, to stop a war breaking out between us and the Italians and
to save you from their barbarity I said I would dispatch you myself. They are here
to witness. I died over there anyway,
Tommy. I left my fucking brains in the mud. You have any last requests, comrade?
You'll look out for my Rosie and my boys? See they get apprenticeships. At the BSA
factory or the Austin. They'll make foremen. I know they will. Just ordinary Just
ordinary men. And they won't get told to do this shit This shit This shit that we
got told to do. I suppose I ought to pray now. Those fucking guns blew God right
out of my head. Is that boat for me? We have to get your body out of the city,
Danny. This new copper, you know Don't bury me anywhere where there's mud. OK?
Promise me. Bury me on a hill and tell Rosie where. You were a good man and a good
soldier. Yes, Sergeant Major. In the bleak midwinter. GUNSHOT Where are you? It
bloody won! Monaghan Boy bloody won! Yeah. It won. And word will spread. So next
time we do the powder trick it won't just be The Garrison that'll bet on the horse,
it'll be the whole of Small Heath. And you know what? The horse will win again. And
the third time we do it we'll have the whole of Birmingham betting on it. A
thousand quid bet on the magic horse. And that time, when we are ready, the horse
will lose. Think about it. You OK, Danny? I'm still in shock. You sure this isn't
heaven? If it was heaven, what would I be doing here? Tommy wanted you to think it
was real to try and knock some sense into you. A shell full of sheep brains hurts
pretty bad. It was meant to. So where are you taking me? London. Tommy has a little
job for you. Give you chance to say thanks. You're a Peaky Blinder now, Danny. A
bad week. There was no moon last night. I checked. Did you do the right thing? Yes,
I did the right thing.

Season 1 Episode 2
I want you to see this as me introducing myself to you. He said Mr Churchill sent
him to Birmingham. Something about a robbery. Thomas, you are a bookmaker, not a
fool You sell those guns to anyone who has use for them, you will hang. I am just a
poor communist frog with a big mouth. I'm with you cos you're the only man round
here not scared of them. The only difference between you and me, Freddie, is that
sometimes my horses stand a chance of winning. Tommy! You fixing races now? I'm
here about the job as barmaid. Are you in position? I am, sir. I thought you said
we were going to the fair. We have business first. Come on. Bring your wits. What
business? That's the Lee family. Tommy! Johnny Dogs. Tommy, how the hell are you?
All the better for getting the city smoke out of me lungs. I thought you became a
bit too grand for us. I've been busy. I'm riding with the Lee family now. I heard.
Myself, I'd rather live among pigs. Come on, Tommy. No disputing. So, your first
fair since France? What do you know about France, you war-shy Gypsy bastard? So
this is the horse. And that's the car. Hang on a minute. You are not swapping the
family car for a bloody horse. Of course we're not swapping it. Huh? That would be
mad. We're going to play two-up. Here you are. I knew it. I knew it. Tommy, you
bloody idiot. Shut up, Arthur, I won. I promised Johnny I'd let him have a spin in
the car if he lost. All right. Are you Lee boys laughing at my brother? Are you?
Eh? Tommy Tommy. I asked you a question! Tommy, come on, it's just the craic Get
your family out of here and go and enjoy yourselves at the fair before they start a
war. Huh? Yeah, but his mother was a Didicoy whore. We will take them before last
night's beer turns to piss and wakes the devils up. We will leave no stone
unturned. Every gun, every bullet will be brought to me for inspection. Now take
your positions. Don't hit me! Get off me! Freddie! You're sure your brothers are at
the fair? If it was them they wouldn't knock. Mr Thorne What is it? The police are
rounding up the communists. Come on, Ada, if the cops find me we are screwed. Fuck
Freddie Thorne, open up! Ada You have to jump, Ada. I'll catch you. Come on. Look
at this. A prescription for iron tablets for Ada fucking Shelby. Mrs Donovan, I
need that favour. Come in and be quick. I'm not coming in. She is. Holy Jesus, it's
the Shelby girl. You have not seen her with me, Mrs Donovan. Give her a cup of tea
and let her stay until the police have gone. She's the sister of those Peaky
Blinder devils And yet she is an angel. Come on, Ada. What are you going to do,
Freddie? Me? I'm going to have to leave town for a bit. A gentleman would take off
his hat and put out his pipe. I see you Specials only dare to come here when you
know the boys are away at the fair. You mean your nephews with their guns and their
razors? Is it them you're lighting candles for? No. I am lighting candles for the
boys from the Garrison who lost their lives in France. There's a list there. Look I
hear you didn't make it to France, Inspector Campbell. You've heard of me. I've
heard of you. Is it the Holy Grail you're looking for? As a matter of fact it is
the Holy Grail I'm looking for. Something precious. Something stolen. Perhaps you
know what I'm talking about. Sorry, I misunderstood your intention when you pushed
me to the wall. Turn the place upside down. Arthur Shelby said you people would
help us. If we don't know what you've lost, how can we help you find it? But I've
found out subsequently that I was speaking to the wrong man. Next time I want to
talk to the boss. The Lickey Tea Rooms. Friday. Ten o'clock. And when I say the
boss, I mean Thomas. Come on. The scum of the Earth Now what the bloody hell's been
going on here? Jesus Christ. The coppers told everyone Arthur had agreed to it when
he was arrested. They said the Peaky Blinders had cleared out to the fair to let
them do it. I never said nothing to that copper about smashing up bloody houses All
right which pubs did they do? The Guns, the Chain, the Marquis. All the ones that
pay you to protect them. The only one they didn't touch was the Garrison. Make sure
people think we were in on it. He's smart, this copper. So, go on. Drink your
beers, get out. You'd better show people you're still the cocks of the walk. Hand
out some cash to the landlords of the pubs. Pay some veterans to fix the places up.
Oi, Nipper. Give us the bag. So, what about you, Tommy? I have to go to Charlie's
to stable the horse. She looked foot-sore in the box. Let them see your faces. So
we both know what they were looking for. You don't read the papers. Racing papers.
So let me tell you the odds. I reckon it's three to one there'll be a revolution. I
wouldn't bet on that. That copper's betting on it. He's not going to let it rest
till he gets those guns back. Did he talk to you, Pol? In the church. Did he try to
find our Ada? She was sleeping. Where was she sleeping, Pol? I thought you didn't
care for women's business. He knows you're the boss. He wants to meet you. Will you
talk to him? No you don't parley when you're on the back foot. We'll strike a blow
back first. Finn, lad? What are you doing? We're having a fire. Two bob for your
picture of the King. What? Bring it to Watery Lane. All right, Finn, lad. All
right, Scud. We are blocking the entrance, mate. Come on, keep making your way
through. Come on. Come on, gentlemen. Now come on Chuck them on, boys. Well, I hope
to God you know what you're doing. I'm a reporter with the Birmingham Evening
Despatch. I had a phone call. Someone called Thomas Shelby. Come with me. Come on,
folks, give us a bit of room. Tommy. Move back for us, please, folks. You're Mr
Shelby? All the way back, please. I am. You said I would be protected. You're
protected. What's going on? There are some things I want you to write down. Now,
first of all it's not that people round here are disloyal to the King. It's the
opposite. You see, we don't want our beloved King looking down and seeing the
things that are being done to us. So we are taking down his pictures. But why are
you burning them? We went through hell for our King. Walked through the flames of
war. Write all this down And now we're being attacked in our own homes. These new
coppers over from Belfast, breaking into our homes and interfering with our women.
We don't think our King would want to see that happening. So, we're lighting fires
to raise the alarm. May I ask you, in what capacity do you speak? No capacity. I am
an ordinary man. I won gallantry medals at the Somme. I want you to write in your
paper what's going on here. Go on, go. Come in. Here, eh there's a telephone call
for you, sir, on the London line. There is? It's almost midnight. It's Mr Winston
Churchill, sir. Yes, sir? Inspector Campbell? I hear there has been a bonfire in
your city. There was a small fire reported around nine o'clock on Watery Lane. But
it was certainly nothing to trouble you about, sir. Ah, but I'm afraid it has
troubled me. Half an hour ago I received a wire communication from the editor of
the Birmingham Evening Despatch. It seems one of his reporters was invited to the
fire and discovered that they were burning pictures of the King. Of the King? Any
newspaper report which may cause embarrassment to His Majesty is always referred
first and as a matter of routine to the Home Office. I will go down there
immediately and arrest those involved. No, you most certainly will not make
arrests. If there are arrests there will be trials, if there are trials there will
be more newspaper reports, which will necessarily mention the burning of the King's
likeness. I put you in Birmingham for one very specific reason. Are you any nearer
to finding those stolen guns? We are making steady progress We need results. Good
night, Mr Campbell. Sir Could I at least ask, does this report name any of those
involved? It names a Mr Thomas Shelby. The report mentions he is a war hero. Good
of you to join us. Where have you been all day? In bed. I couldn't sleep. Then I
couldn't wake up. Then I was cold and then I had to go for a wee. Then I was with
this bear on a boat, but that was a dream. Then I was hungry. Why are you reading
the paper? Why wouldn't I be? I've never seen you read the paper. I've only ever
seen you light fires with them. The BSA are on strike. The miners are on strike.
IRA are killing our boys ten a day. What? Stand up. Why? Just stand up. Side on.
Hoi! What are you doing? Ada how late are you? One week. Five weeks. Seven if you
count weekends. I think it's a lack of iron. I got some tablets. But they didn't
work? No. You can get dressed now, love. So, am I or not? Keep bloody walking, Ada.
If anybody sees us here they'll know. I'm not getting rid of it, Aunt Pol. Just
come home and we'll talk about it. You get off me or I'll scream out, I swear. All
right, if you want to do this on the street, let's do it. Whose is it? If I tell
you, you'll tell them and they'll cut him to pieces. Not if he marries you they
won't. Will he marry you? I don't know. I don't know where he is. Jesus Christ,
Ada. He's gone away, but he said he'd come back. Yeah, but they all say they'll
come back. He's not like that. He's a good man. He promised. He will come back,
Aunt Pol, I know he will. Get me down a Spanish saddle, Curly. Yes, Tom, a Spanish
saddle. He's a beauty, Tom. Yeah, yeah, a beauty, Tom. A fine beast you got there,
Thomas. But is he worth falling out with the Lee family over? Just passing it on a
declaration of war - the whole Lee clan. The guns and now this. The guns are not
spoken of. Right? Tommy you mind how you speak to me. Forgive me, Uncle. It's
Thomas Shelby against the whole bloody world, right? Easy Easy, easy. Whoa. Easy,
boy. Shh, shh, shh, shh Shh. In France we used to say Shh In France we used to say
it's just the music hall band turning
up. Shh. It's just trombones and tubas, that's all. It's just noise. Shh. Shh.
Shh. It's just noise. Hey. It's just noise. You get used to it. It's just noise.
Good boy. Good boy. You have some pain there, boy, hey? I'm so sorry, Mr Shelby.
I'm Grace, by the way. I know who you are. What's his name? He doesn't have a name.
Poor boy deserves a name. You have something to say to me? The other night you came
into the pub and I was singing You said singing wasn't allowed. I'd like there to
be one night a week when there's singing. I think it would be good for everyone
Saturday nights. Harry was too afraid to ask you, so But you're not. I am. But I
love to sing. You sound like one of those rich girls who comes over from Dublin for
the races. Do you like horses? How do you fancy earning some extra money? Doing
what? Dig out a nice dress. I want to take you to the races. Monaghan Boy two to
one. Get your bets in now before he goes evens. We've got a couple of changes
coming in, John. Rock Ferry down to eight. That's for you. Thanks, mate. Get your
bets in now. There you go, take that to the twins, yeah? Yeah. Down to tens. That's
right. Doubles? OK, friend, Monaghan Boy. You want to push out, mate, cos it's
going to go evens soon. Good one. Change of £35 I've told you Sorry, Mr Shelby. Go
on! All right, Mr Shelby, how's it going? Hello, Frank, how's the leg? Not bad. Not
bad. Good. Nice to see you, son. Morning, Charlie. All right, Scudboat, how are we
looking? Looking good, Tommy. Grand stuff. Tommy, they are all here for Monaghan
Boy. That's what I like to hear, Johnny Boy. And Aunt Pol wants to see you. Tell me
the man's name, Ada. Rudolph Valentino. Get out! All of you! Go on! Now! I said,
tell me his fucking name. Freddie fucking Thorne! Yeah. Your best mate since
school! The man who saved your life in France! So go on! Go on, cut him! Cut him up
and chuck him in the cut. Oi! I'm a Shelby too, you know. Put my fucking film back
on! So Monaghan Boy finally lost. Third time unlucky. We took money from all over
the city. Yeah, but you'll pay it back to people round here. Buy your popularity
back. Already done. I taught you well. And you fixed this race without the
permission of Billy Kimber. Obviously, I didn't teach you well enough. Rule one,
you don't punch above your weight. Billy Kimber is there for the taking Says who?
Says Tommy and his parliament of one. I ran this business for five years Yeah,
while I was away fighting, remember, where I learnt some things, such as you strike
when your enemy is weak. I thought you came here to talk family business. I'll deal
with it. You're too busy taking over the world Polly If it's about Ada, I need to
know. Ada wants you to give Freddie this letter. She wants Freddie to know she's
having his baby. He deserves an opportunity to do the right thing. I say we give
them a chance. For a woman who's had a hard life with men, you're still full of
romance, eh? What do you think Freddie sees in our Ada? That's Freddie's business
No. No. I'll tell you what he sees. He sees machine guns, and rifles, and
ammunition, and some glorious revolution. What is it you really don't like about
Freddie? She'll have no life with a man on the run. If you can't see that, you
can't see much. Damn them for what they did to you in France. Tell Ada Freddie went
to America. Or Russia. Polly, it would do no good for Ada to bring a baby into the
world alone. Pol, listen. The truth is you would have hit me with that thing if it
weren't for the fact that you know I'm right. I thought I heard someone knocking.
Couldn't get back to sleep. The longer you leave it the worse it gets. Believe me I
know. I was 16. And I didn't dare tell anyone. Polly, Freddie will come back In the
end I did it myself. I did it to myself and I almost died. And he didn't come back.
They don't. Why should they? You know the words. You're a whore, the baby's a
bastard but there's no word for the man who doesn't come back. One day on your
wedding day you'll have a good man on your arm and you'll say, "Polly "thank you
for common sense. " This woman is in Cardiff. We'll take the train tomorrow. Go to
the castle afterwards for a treat. I chose this place because it is outside both
our jurisdictions. Do you want tea? Inspector, I responded to your invitation
because I want us to understand each other. I am a businessman. I want to make my
business successful. And I want my city to run peacefully. Well, if the city is
peaceful, business can thrive. So we are on the same side? I think perhaps we could
be. How can we be on the same side when I see things like this? My men found this
in the bedroom of a known communist. It has your sister's name on it. It was
obvious she had been sleeping in his bed. Are you also in bed with the communists,
Mr Shelby? I do not share their fantasy. And, as for my sister, I have already
dealt with the situation. Freddie Thorne is at the very top of my list. So cross
him off. He won't be returning to the city. I'll make him part of our deal. What
"deal"? You and your Specials will leave my businesses alone from now on. No more
raids into our territory, no more smashing up pubs and no more lifting my runners.
You will turn a blind eye to all my gambling operations. Also, I am planning an
expansion. Onto the racetracks. I intend to do business with Billy Kimber. He runs
most of the legal track-side betting outside of London. He has policemen on his
payroll. I want you to put in a word with the Chief Inspector at Gloucestershire
that his men should leave me alone when I make my move. Forgive me. I don't seem to
have a pen to write down this rather long list of demands. And what do I get in
return? I have what you're looking for. I have the guns. What guns? I'm not here to
play games Wait, wait. all in a crate bound for Libya, stolen from the BSA factory
proofing bay. I'm guessing they sent you to Birmingham to get those guns back.
Well, it's me that has them. I have left word with men I trust that if I am taken
into police custody for whatever reason, those guns will be shipped to Liverpool.
From there they will be sent directly to Belfast and sold to the Irish Republican
Army. All your good work in Ireland would be undone. Each stolen weapon is numbered
and marked. If I sell them to the IRA, it won't be long before Mr Churchill finds
out. I imagine you got into enough trouble over the burning of the King's
photographs. That was just a taster. If those guns reach Belfast, your life in the
force is over. When I have achieved what I have set out to achieve, I will let you
know where to find the guns. You'll be a hero. You'll probably get a medal. I'm a
fair man. It's a fair offer. Do we have a deal? I need an answer. Right now. Very
well. But I'd prefer if we don't shake hands on it. Now why would I shake the hand
of a man who didn't even fight for his country? Grace. I have new information.
'Thomas Shelby is now the beginning, the middle' and the end of your mission. So
what shall I do? It hurts me as much as it would a father sending his own daughter
into a whorehouse but no matter how repugnant it may be, you must do everything you
can to get close to him and find out where the guns are hidden. Of course, when I
say everything, I don't mean You underestimate me in every way. Here. 'You are now
active in a military operation' on behalf of the Crown. I wish to God circumstance
hadn't chosen you. It's what I'm trained for. I'm late for my shift. Grace my heart
is with you. Tom. Tom! Tom, you better come quick. Tom! Curly, tell me. It's a
curse, Tom. Curly, Curly, shh, shh. Curly, Curly. Tell me. Tell me, Curly, what's
wrong with your horse? You bought her at the fair in bad feeling. The Lees put a
bad seed in the hoof, got an old woman to put a spell So those Lee bastards cursed
her. Whatever it is, he says it's spread to the other feet. It's going to his heart
by tomorrow, I'd say. Seen curses like this twice. Can't take them back, Tom. No. I
told you, Tommy. Better enemies to have than black-blood Gypsies. Get out. Get out,
Curly. I'm sorry. We're closed, Mr Shelby. Just get me a drink. Should I leave you
alone? I came here for company. Where's Harry? He took the night off. He went to
the pictures. How's your beautiful horse? I just put a bullet in his head. Was he
lame? He looked at me the wrong way. It's not a good idea to look at Tommy Shelby
the wrong way. What a waste. Yeah. A waste is what it is. You know, in France In
France, I got used to seeing men die. I never got used to seeing horses die. They
die badly. I dug out a dress like you asked. Thanks. Is it Cheltenham you're
talking about? Cheltenham's a grand affair, is it not? The King will be there. King
George? No. King Billy Kimber and all his men. And what must I do? For two pounds,
you'll do what I ask you to do. I want three. If I'm meeting a King, I won't be
wearing a cheap dress. And I asked you to let me sing. That's part of the deal now
too. Since when? Since you nearly smiled. Saturday nights, open and easy. Everyone
gets to sing their song just like we did in Dublin. You never worked in Dublin so
don't lie to me. I asked around about that pub you said you used to work in. I have
friends over there. No-one has heard of you. My guess is you're a girl from a good
family who got herself pregnant. It's not something I want known. And bringing a
child into the world alone ruined your life. Right? So I'm right and Polly is
wrong. Right about what? It doesn't matter. It looks like it matters to you. Family
business. You won't tell anyone my secret. Do you think I tell people things? So
what do you sing? Anything you want. Right. Get up on a chair. Happy or sad? Sad.
OK. But I warn you, I'll break your heart. Already broken. d In a neat little town
they call Belfast d Apprentice to trade I was bound d Many an hour's sweet
happiness d Had I spent in that
neat little town d A sad misfortune came over me d Which caused me to stray from
the land d Far away from my friends and relations d Betrayed by the black velvet
band d Her eyes, they shone like diamonds d I thought her the queen of the land d
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder d Tied up with a black velvet band. d You
OK? Yeah, I'm fine. I think there are some carriages over there that are going to
be empty but Jesus. Freddie? You came back? I got a tip-off. Freddie, Tommy will
kill you. It was Tommy who tipped me off. Maybe he's got half a heart after all.
Tommy got a message to me. It said "Get out of town and take her with you. " So Ada
Shelby will you marry me? Yes. Yes. Right, get on that bloody train and get out of
here. Come on, both of you. Freddie, come on. Freddie, Cardiff's OK. Anywhere but
here's OK. We're not going anywhere, Ada! We're going to stay here and we're going
to marry here. I'm not afraid of Tommy Shelby! d Give me your smile d The love
light in your eyes d Life could not hold d Shuffle these cards Terms of play, John
boy, terms of play. Go and play snap with Finn. Did you want whiskey as well? No,
just beer. Why no whiskey, Tommy? Are you expecting trouble? Jesus Christ, Tommy,
what the hell made you let them sing? They sound like they're strangling cats out
there. All right, 20 to play. Come on. What did make you change your mind though,
Tommy? Mmm? Yeah, I mean, it's about time, Tommy. Time for what? Time you took
yourself a woman. Just play the bloody hands. You stay the way you are, Tommy.
Remember what Dad used to say - "Fast women and slow horses ". . will ruin your
life. " Coppers. No. d Come, Josephine, in my flying machine d Up she goes d
Balance yourself like a bird d Holy shit. It's Billy Kimber. Is there any man here
named Shelby? I said, is there any man here named Shelby? Harry, get these men a
drink. Everyone else, go home. You, go home. But Mr Fenton said I said go home.
I've never approved of women in pubs but when they look like that You said you
wanted men called Shelby. You've got three of them. Right, I'd never heard of you,
then I did hear of you, some little Didicoy razor gang. I thought to myself, so
what? But then you fuck me over so now you have my undivided attention. By the way,
which one am I talking to? Who's the boss? Well, I'm the oldest. Ha clearly. Are
you laughing at my brother? Right, he's the oldest, you're the thickest. I'm told
the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you cos you're looking me up and
down like I'm a fucking tart. I want to know what you want. There were suspicious
betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy. He won by a length
twice and then finished last with £3,000 bet on him. Which one am I talking to?
Which one of you is the boss? I am Mr Kimber's advisor and accountant. And I'm the
fucking boss, OK? Right, end of parley, you fixed a race without my permission. You
fucking Gypsy scum what live off the war pensions of these poor old Garrison Lane
widows! That's your level! I am Billy Kimber, I run the races and you fixed one of
them so I'm going to have you shot against a post. Mr Kimber. Look at it. That is
my name on it. It's from the Lee family. You are also at war with the Lees, Mr
Kimber, am I right? The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your
men can't control them. You need help. Perhaps we should listen to what Mr Shelby
has to say. Before we make our decisions. Right, the Lees are doing a lot of
talking at the fairs. They have a lot of kin. They're saying the racetracks are
easy meat because the police are busy with strikes. Now, we have connections. We
know how they operate. You have muscle. Together we can beat them. Divided, maybe
not. Mr Kimber, perhaps we should take some time for reflection. Possibly make
arrangements for a second meeting. I admire you, Mr Kimber. You started with
nothing and built a legitimate business. It would be an honour to work with you, Mr
Kimber. Nobody works with me. People work for me. Pick it up, pikey. Sit. Sit down.
That's for your ceiling. Thank you, Mr Kimber. We will be at Cheltenham. As will I.
So you picked a fight with the Lees on purpose. Tommy, we can't mess with Billy
fucking Kimber. Get yourself a decent haircut, man. We're going to the races.

Season 1 Episode 3
I intend to do business with Billy Kimber. Is there any man here named Shelby? I am
planning an expansion. Onto the racetracks. It would be an honour to work with you,
Mr Kimber. Nobody works with me. People work FOR me. 'Danny, you are a good man and
a good soldier. ' Yes, Sergeant Major. Freddie Thorne is at the very top of my
list. Well, cross him off. He won't be returning to this city. We're not going
anywhere, Ada. We are going to stay here and we'll marry here, with our baby. I'm
not afraid of Tommy Shelby. Thomas, you sell those guns to anyone who has use for
them, you will hang. Dump them somewhere the police can find them. No. Thomas
Shelby is now the beginning, middle and end of your mission. So what shall I do?
You must do everything you can to get close to him. Dig out a nice dress. I want to
take you to the races. I warn you, I'll break your heart. Already broken. This
programme contains some violent scenes and some strong language. Give me a bottle
of whiskey and three glasses please. Scotch or Irish? Irish. I've decided not to
go. To the races. Not unless you give me two pounds, ten shillings towards the
dress. I've already given you three. How much did you pay for the suit you'll be
wearing? Oh, I don't pay for suits. My suits are on the house or the house burns
down. So you want me to go looking like a flower girl? What I want makes no
difference. It's not me you're dressing up for. You'll forgive me, Mr Shelby, if I
indulge a little. Please. It takes a lot for a man from Sparkbrook to step inside
this pub. Anyone with money and good intentions is welcome in the Garrison. Now you
said you had business. It's delicate, Mr Shelby. It's a question of who knows what
about what. It concerns the factory down the road, at the BSA. As you might know,
most of the paint shop there is Irish. Big old place like that, rumours get
started. Rumours that there was a robbery. Robbery of what? Guns, Mr Shelby. A
serious amount of guns. What business is that of mine? When it comes to
speculation, you can't beat a factory night shift. Some say there was word from the
proofing bay it was the Peaky Blinders who took them. Your night shift must be
dreaming. Maybe they are. Maybe they're not. What we are trying to say is, Mr
Shelby, that if you were to hear about the whereabouts of said items . . we'd pay
good money. You have good money? We have collections from the pubs. For who do you
speak? The people of Ireland. The Irish Republican Army. For a fact? For a fucking
fact. You think we're jokers? Am I laughing? # Oh, father, why are you so sad # On
this bright Easter morn' # Maguire, will you shut up? # When Irishmen are proud and
glad # Of the land Where they were born? # Maguire, away and shite man, we're
trying to talk business # Oh, son, I see sad mem'ries view # Of far-off distant
days # When being just a boy like you # I joined the IRA. # Bravo! # Where are the
lads # All right, boys. If I hear anything about who knows what about what, I'll
let you know. # Gra mo chree, I long to see # The boys of the old IRA # I thought
you only allowed singing on a Saturday. Whiskey is good proofing water. It tells
you who's real and who isn't. And what did my countrymen want? They're nobodies.
They drink in The Black Swan in Sparkbrook. They're only rebels because they like
the songs. You have sympathies with them? I have no sympathies of any description.
Their accents were so thick, it's a wonder you could understand them. Next time, I
could translate. You'd work for me? I thought I already was. So you are coming to
the races? Two pounds, ten shillings. Ten shillings. Buy something red. To match
his handkerchief. Whose handkerchief? Ada, what the hell? I dared myself to run
through their territory in my dress. Are you mad? Yeah. Mad as hell with all of
them. I love you. I love you too. The more they try to stop us, the madder I'll be.
Come on, princess, the vicar's waiting. Wait How do I look? Like an angel. Moss?
What do we know about The Black Swan? An operative has provided intelligence that
it is a place where IRA men gather. It's just a lot of drunken navigators singing
songs, sir. The IRA wouldn't go near them. Then why are two of them looking to buy
guns? Do you have names? Must she do everything for you? "She", sir? One female
operative has proved more useful than any of you great lumps of men. We are regular
police officers, sir. Not spies. We can only act when a crime has been committed.
Perhaps I should send some men down to The Black Swan to ask questions. And scare
them all into hiding? Not the best of tactics, Sergeant. My tactics come from my
experiences in France. Most of my great lumps of men served in France too, sir. I
serve my country every day. That will be all, Sergeant. Away and shite! Fancy me,
do ya? What are you? A copper? Oh! Proddy bitch! I've seen you. I've seen your
face, serving in the Garrison. Come here I am taking you in for interrogation on
behalf of the Irish Free State. All right? Are you armed? No. Then I'll tell you.
Ada and Freddie Thorne were married today. They defied your orders, they haven't
left the city. I'll deal with it. Thomas I'll deal with it. Where are they?
Freddie's comrades have safe houses. Why do you want to know? I want to send them
flowers. Why do you think? Would it be so bad if they stayed? I promised I'd run
Freddie out of town. Promised who? I told the coppers Freddie wouldn't come back.
It's part of the deal. What bloody deal? What happened to family votes? What
happened to meetings? If you let me deal with Ada and Freddie, it'll end in peace.
Christ knows you've had your fill of war. You get Freddie out of town, Poll. Or
else I'll deal with it myself. The victim had been drinking in The Black Swan pub,
sir - the pub you told me about. And a neighbour said she saw a young woman leaving
the street where the body was found. A woman, sir. I was wondering if there was a
connection. A connection with what, Sergeant? You said your spy was a woman, sir. I
wondered if now there was now a policy. Shoot to kill. Like there was in Belfast.
The Republicans are famously factional. He was killed by one of his own. That will
be all, Sergeant. And they're not called spies. They're called operatives.
Operatives, sir. Right, sir. It's how you say things. Yeah What the bloody hell is
she doing here? £200, Freddie. For what? For us. For a honeymoon that goes on for
ever. Where did it come from? Family fund. The pockets of widows and desperate men.
See sense, Freddie. Tommy is not going to let this rest. Times like these, a
communist in the family is bad for business. You have to leave the city. You think
I can't handle Tommy Shelby? You can't. I'm having trouble these days and I'm twice
the man you are. I went into town. The Cunard office. I booked you both tickets on
the next boat from Liverpool to New York. America, Freddie. They've already had
their revolution. You won't have to bother. Will you ladies at least let a man
sleep on it? You had no business Observe and report. That is your remit. I decided
we needed to know where he lived. I warned you not to let your personal history
cloud your judgment. You went after him because he was IRA. I followed him because
I thought he might have information. According to the rules, I should pull you out
of Garrison Lane immediately. No. Cheltenham is tomorrow. You take too much upon
yourself. This is an active military mission - your words. I'm doing my job. Grace,
the death of a base Fenian doesn't concern me. Your welfare does. Killing a man
affects the heart. And as for my heart I know that because of our family
connections, you take my progress personally. But I don't need you to be my father.
I will be thinking of you. Mr Shelby, sir. Mr Zhang. That suit is sold, sir. It's
being collected this morning. I know. Please, gentlemen. No fighting in here. It's
all right. I come as a friend. You're collecting your suit for Cheltenham - it's
very nice. How the bloody hell do you know? I know a lot of things, Mr Kimber. And
as I told you before, I know the Lee brothers. And I know they're going to be at
the Cheltenham races as well. They're going to lose a lot of money on fast women
and slow nags. No. They're planning on showing up in numbers and robbing your
bookies. Running chalk and rafflers. You think I can't handle the Lees? Just a word
of warning from a friend. That's all. I'll see you at Cheltenham. I'll wave at you
from my box. If you're coming to the races, bring that pretty barmaid of yours.
Already invited. Comrades - as you know, to even gather like this today is illegal.
Chief Inspector Campbell has ordered that we are not allowed to assemble in groups
of more than three people. So, to comply with the law, please now clump together in
groups of three. You hear that, boys? The same whistles they used to blow to send
us over the top, they now blow to try and break us up. So before the Specials get
here, raise a hand, all those who want to strike Now disperse! Disperse and take
the message home! United, we will never be defeated! Tommy! Oi, Tommy. What the
hell's been happening? The police had just raided a rally at the factory. You
thinking Freddie Thorne's back? I know he is. And he's with Ada. How hard can it be
to find the only girl in Birmingham with four-inch heels, eh? She's with the
commies. They have little rat holes all over the city. I just want to know where
she is. Tommy, you'd best have a word with Arthur as well. What's wrong with bloody
Arthur? He's got the Flanders blues again. People keep asking me questions that I
don't know the answer to. "Is it true your Ada got married?" I say, "I don't know.
" "Where is she living now?" "I don't know. " "Arthur ". . who killed the Paddy
from The Black Swan?" I go, "What Paddy?" They say . . "Is it you, Peaky Blinders,
who stole the guns from the BSA?" What guns, Tommy? Arthur,
after your beating, I thought you needed a break What bloody guns, Tommy?! Arthur,
I was going to tell you. You were going to tell me. Arthur, listen to me. You've
had a hard time these past few years. God knows you have. You deserve some rest. We
had some luck. Some bloody luck. It fell off a wagon into our laps. And all you
need to know is, it's us that has the machine guns now. And it's them that's in the
mud. All right? Come on. I have a surprise for you. Come on. A surprise? Where is
she? What is it you've always wanted, Arthur? Eh? When we were in France, you used
to say, "When I get back to England, I want to own my own pub. " Well You've gone
soft. You've gone soft, Tommy. How do we know it's for sale? Everything's for sale
to us, Arthur. We're making a lot of money these days. We need a legitimate
business to pass the money from the shop. I wouldn't know what to do. You've spent
two-thirds of your life in pubs. Just pour it instead of drinking it. But I can
still drink it, right? Your pub - you do what you want. Ah - sorry, gentlemen, I
didn't hear you come in. What can I get you? Bloody kids. The other one's punctured
as well. Mr Campbell wants an explanation. Today, some rabble-rouser Union man
brought the BSA out on strike. It was Freddie Thorne. I thought you promised he
wouldn't come back. I know he's in town. I'm dealing with it. Inspector Campbell
thought you controlled your territories. Yeah. I said I'm dealing with it. I heard
that, er . . Freddie married your sister. Some family you've got, eh? Bet you can't
wait for Christmas. Deliver Freddie Thorne to us or we'll take your sister in as an
accomplice. She'll get four years for sedition. Or you can turn him in and your
sister goes free. I'll say good night then, Tom. Have you seen Freddie Thorne? No.
Or Tommy? Ahh! I have to find Freddie. Drink this first. No, I have to find them, I
think they are going to kill each other. Who is going to kill who? We need to talk.
What exactly is it that you want, Freddie? I came to tell you . . that's not going
to work, Tommy. Polly came round. She gave me that. Well, Polly must have had a
rush of blood. Or port wine. Your honesty is appreciated. Now, if you're not going
to use that thing I'm not finished. Sit down. Sit down. Sit. Talk to me about the
guns. Do you remember we used to jump in here, see who could swim the fastest? I'm
here to talk business, Tommy. Do you reckon we could still do it? Ah! You loaded
Ada with your bastard because she's a Shelby. You thought it'd mean you'd be
somebody. I won't let you fuck up my sister's life for your cause. My God. You
actually believe that. I love her, Tommy. I've loved her since she was nine and I
was 12. And she loves me the same. You even know the word? This marriage will not
stand. Shh Freddie didn't want your money. And now the coppers are saying if we
don't turn Freddie in, they'll put Ada on the arrest warrant as well. That's where
your compassion gets you, Poll. From now on, we do it my way. Or what? Ready?
They're getting closer. I'll lead. Watch yourself, Danny. Tommy. Be careful, Danny.
Tommy! Tommy! Aargh! Arrrggghhh! Arrrggghhh! Tommy! Tommy? Tommy! Tommy? It's open.
Private Whizz Bang reporting, sir. At ease. So, what news from London? I was in a
pub - it was called Mother Redcap. An Irish pub. I got talking to some old bloke
about Birmingham. He said there's been trouble. An IRA man shot. He said a lot, but
the only bit I heard was that their high command think it's the Peaky Blinders who
shot him. Came up on the next boat to warn you. Is it true? No. But lies travel
faster than the truth. Get a message to them. Tell them to send someone to parley.
Tell them there's been a misunderstanding and we don't want any trouble. You've got
enough trouble - right, Tommy? A whisky and a smoke. I can smell it in the air. I
use it sometimes myself. I call it "my sweetheart". They gave us the worst job,
Tommy. Yeah . . and we fucking volunteered. Sometimes, it lasts all night. I lie
here and I listen to the shovels and the picks against that wall there. And I pray
the sun will come up at the curtains before they break through. 'No, I don't pray -
I hope. 'And sometimes, it happens. 'The sun beats them. 'But mostly '. . the
shovels beat the sun. ' Your sister was here. She was worried. You and Freddie. It
had made her sick She's all right, but in her condition, she needs peace. Women
talk. That is something they do. She talked about you. She said you keep everything
locked up. Well, that's what men do. Your sister's nice. I like her. It can't be
easy for her. Her brother and her husband, fighting over the same thing. Men should
talk, too. To you? Why not? I'm a barmaid. It's my job. Men always tell their
troubles to a barmaid. What is it you and Freddie are fighting over? I'll meet you
here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Did you buy a dress? Yes. I bought a dress.
How does it look? He's changed the oil and greased her up. So will it get me all
the way to Cheltenham, Curly? He's good with motors, but it pains him. No heart in
motorcars. I can't talk with them. Yeah - Tommy might need to make a fast getaway.
The Lees will be all over the track. And Kimber's men. And his coppers. They
control the law down there, Tommy. Give her a turn for me, Charlie. This car only
seats four. You'll need more men than that if you're to come back alive. It'll be
just me and a girl. Is it just the two of us going to the races? Something like
that. Attention! Right. This is what was known as the final briefing before going
over the top. is Cheltenham racetrack. Johnny, what's our mission, boy? To stick it
to the Lee family, Arthur. That's right. The Lees are skimming money off legal
bookies. Running chalk, selling rafflers, beating up them as won't buy. But today,
we're going to stop them. What about Kimber's men? I thought he had his own
protection. Kimber's let his troops go rotten. They're on the take from the Lees to
look the other way. We are going to show Kimber how it should be done. Now take
what you're good at. Those of you with guns, keep them out of it, unless a gun is
pulled on you. We want this done quietly. So when do we share out the cash? We
don't. We're not keeping the cash. You're in Tommy's army now, boys. Trust only
kin. Let's go. Are you sure we're allowed in here? Well, I prefer to come to the
races the back way. It keeps me out of trouble. Tracks are lawless places. I can't
stand petty criminals. This way. Will we get to lay a bet? No - gambling is for
mugs. This way You're lucky you're with me or you'd be wasting your money on fixed
races. I always wondered, how do you fix a race? How should I know? OK, you do the
talking. What? Tell security you are Lady Sarah Duggan Excuse us, excuse us . .
Lady Sarah Duggan of Connemara. You got lost when you went to look for the boy
riding your horse - Dandy Flower. If they ask about me, say I'm Prussian and don't
speak a word of English. Come on, posh girl. Earn your three quid. I still prefer
the Garrison. Do you dance? If I'm asked properly. Lady Sarah of Connemara, will
you dance with me? Roberts. The Peaky Blinders are here. I told you, Mr Kimber.
He's got some balls, that one. And she's got some body, that one. Chalk for your
blackboards. Five pounds a stick. It's a pleasure doing business with you. Hello,
Raz. How's business? Argh! Ugh! Fucking get up! Fucking ARRGGHH! Stay still, Raz,
or I'll take the whole ear off. And you're going to need your ears to listen. No
more chalking on Billy Kimber's boys. Right? We're the protection now. I commandeer
this stolen money by order of the Peaky Blinders. Agghh! Either your left leg is
stronger than your right or we're making a getaway. Neither. I hope this doesn't
involve razor blades. I've decided to move up in the world. Become a legitimate
businessman. My gosh. You're serious. I'm always serious. We chased the Lees across
the track, right the way down the Devon road. We got every penny back. Nice dress.
You can wear that to my pub. Buy the boys a drink. Anybody hurt? A few cuts and
bruises. Off we go, Lady Sarah. Steady on Excuse me. Your money, Mr Kimber. Rescued
from the Lee brothers and returned to you with a request for a fair hearing. Your
own protection is failing, Mr Kimber. Your boys are taking cuts. I want to suggest
that from now on, you contract out your racetrack security to the Peaky Blinders.
We would be saving you a lot of money, Mr Kimber. A lot of money. In return, you
give us . . 5% of the take and three legal betting pitches at every race meeting
north of the River Severn, rising to six after one year if we are all satisfied
with the service. What do you say, Mr Kimber? I say you talk business to my
accountant. I want to dance. Your man said it was all right for me to have this
dance. How many men can you put in the field at one time? There's a lot of men out
of work at the moment. Two guards for every bookie. At every meeting? We have
contacts with good people among the gypsies. We'll always know where the Lees plan
to attack. With all the strikes and troubles, you can't depend on the police.
Anyway we're more honest. Looks like you two are making a deal. We are making
progress. Then let me throw a small condition into the mix. So, listen we're going
to go for dinner at Kimber's house. He has a place a couple of miles away. I have
some business to settle first with his accountant, so You go on ahead, with Kimber.
Just me and him? Yeah until I'm done here. Is that all right? I'll throw in an
extra three quid for your extra time. You think I'm a whore? Everybody's a whore,
Grace. We just sell different parts of ourselves. You said you wanted to work for
me. To do that, you have to sharpen up. The deal is I give him two hours with you.
He thinks he's a ladies' man. He thinks he can seduce you. Whenever you want, just
kick him in the balls. I'm a clause
in a contract. If you want to be part of my organisation, you have to make
sacrifices. Do we have a deal? As a sweetener, you can try your luck with mine.
Yes, we have a deal. Two hours? Yeah. Side bet. Ten pounds says I'll have her
fucked in one. Mademoiselle. I bet he said you could have me, didn't he? While he
has her. That's the arrangement, isn't it? Yours might be a prostitute, but I'm
not. I was a milliner when I met him. I was independent. I made this hat. I was a
good milliner. It's a very pretty hat. It really is. So is she a prostitute? God's
honest truth? I don't know what she is. You showed me up back there at the races.
Why don't you teach me how to dance properly? The music is too slow. Put on a
Charleston. Then we'd be far away. I want to dance like this. Come on. You weren't
so stiff back there, were you? You ever been in a house this big? Hm? Look at you.
You look like a bloody film star. I want a cigarette. Oh, look, I dropped
something. Pick it up. Pick it up yourself. You're a fucking barmaid. If I drop a
glass on the floor, you pick it up. I want to watch you pick it up. Right, you
little slag. I have tried to be nice. If I drop a glass on the floor, you bend over
and fucking pick up the fucking glass, OK? What?! No, sir no. What are you doing
here? I've got another hour. Just wait - listen to me. Just listen to me. I was
going to let you go through with it, but in the end, my conscience got the better
of me. She looks good on the outside . . but she has the clap. Yeah. Syphilis. When
you took a shine to her, I thought I'd use her. Somebody told me she had syph and I
thought, "What the hell?" Call it my better nature. She's she's a whore. Just go
and wait in the car. I can walk on my own! Can we shake hands and forget this ever
happened? Start of the day, I was Lady Sarah of Connemara. By the end, I was a
whore with the clap. You're a fucking bastard, offering me like that. But then you
changed your mind. Why did you change your mind, Thomas?

Season 1 Episode 4
I'll tell you where to find the guns. What shall I do? Find out where the guns are
hidden. Raise a hand if you want to strike! Freddie Thorne is at the very top of my
list. Well, cross him off. I'll make him part of our deal. To hell with them. The
more they try to stop us, the madder I'll be. Times like these, a communist in the
family is bad for business. You have to leave the city. You are also at war with
the Lees, Mr Kimber, am I right? Together we can beat them. Divided, maybe not.
God, he's getting big now. Do you still love me even though I am fat? No. Not at
all? You married me, now you're stuck with me. So, how was London? It's crackling
with revolution. The Poplar docks are on strike. Did our friends give us what we
asked for? How much? £200. Who did you meet? An attache from the Russian embassy.
In a Chinese restaurant. Our revolution is international. And it grows by the day.
Jeremiah, Jeremiah What do you see? Your sister and Freddie got back this morning.
I tried following them but Freddie's so good at getting away. He's like a fish.
Right, well, keep fishing, eh? Last bets now! Don't spend your rent money, Charlie!
That's your starters, gentlemen. No more bets. I was here on time. Finished. I've
had a tip-off, I need this bet. The race has started. Please. No! Fine. Get rid of
him. We said, "no", now get out! All right. All right, I'm off. I'm off. Night,
lads. See you tomorrow. It's a good day. Where's John? John is in the Garrison. He
says he wants a meeting about a family matter. After he's said his piece he'll come
back and take his place with Scudboat. Scudboat? John will be here in ten minutes.
All right. Five. Wait. Good boy. John? Put that down! Put that down! This is for
Cheltenham. We're just taking back what's ours. There's money here. Search
everywhere. All right, John. There's only one right No. There's only one man
guarding the house. What's troubling you? Polly, you know what it's been like since
Martha died. God takes the best first. The truth is, my kids have been running
bloody rings around me. Running barefoot with the dogs until all hours. Pol, give
him ten bob, some shoes. Is that it, John? Tommy, we'd be better doing this without
you. Now, what's your point? What the kids need is a mother. So, that's why I'm
getting married. Does this poor girl know you're going to marry her or are you
going to spring it on her all of a sudden? I've already proposed and she said
"yes". I think there's a shell about to land and go bang. It's, er It's Lizzie
Stark. John, Lizzie Stark's a strong woman and I am sure she provides a fine
service for her customers. I WON'T hear the word. Understand? Do not use that word.
What word is that, John? You know what word that is. Everybody bloody knows
Everybody can go to hell "Whore"? That word? Or "prostitute"? How about that one?
Right, I want it known if anyone calls her a "whore" again, I will push the barrel
of my revolver down their throats and blow the word back down into their hearts.
Men and their cocks never cease to amaze me. John, Lizzie Stark never did a day's
work vertical. She's changed. All right. People change. Like wi-wi-with religion.
Oh, Lizzie Stark has got religion, eh? No, no, she doesn't have religion. But Well,
she loves me. Now, listen, Tommy. I won't do it without your blessing. But of all
the people in the world . . I want you to see it . . as brave. It's brave all
right. "Brave" is going where no man has gone before. With Lizzy Stark, John, that
is REALLY not what you'll be doing. Listen, Tommy. Welcome her to the family. As
someone who's had a hard life. All right? Because, I need someone. All right, the
kids need someone. Tommy! We've been done over! What? Jesus Christ. What the bloody
hell happened here? The Lees. All of them. Cousins, nephews, even the bastards.
They've taken anything they can lay their hands on. Four cash boxes. They left
these Wire cutters. Why would they leave wire cutters? Nobody move. I think our
friends are playing the game. What game? Aunt Pol. Don't touch anything. Erasmus
Lee was in France. Shit. When we gave up ground to the Germans . . we'd leave
behind booby traps, set up with wires. And we'd leave wire cutters as part of the
joke. Somewhere in here there's a hand grenade Holy Jesus. . . attached to a wire.
Don't move any chairs or open any doors. Go easy, John boy. Easy. Boys, no. It's
not in here. If it was in here, it would have blown by now. It was my name on that
bullet Erasmus sent. He's set a trap all right. But he's set it up just for me.
Finn? Finn, stay exactly where you are. I was pretending I was you. Which door did
you open to come in, Finn? I didn't. I climbed in. I want you to climb out exactly
the same way you climbed in, OK? No, no Finn! Clear! What happened? Are you all
right? It could have killed us. That's why you should never pretend to be me. OK?
OK? I got you ten minutes with her. You can at least say thank you. It's easier to
get to see the Pope these days. Put your hand on the Bible. I don't believe.
Anyway, I didn't come here to lie. This war is cutting us all up. You're all
children. I say enough. Your boys tried to kill me - it didn't work. No wonder you
won't touch a Bible. I have ambitions. You want to play a switch. I need your boys.
For what? Kimber's not the brains. There's a gadze who runs the races. I'm
collecting smart people. But I need strong men too. Now your boys should know this,
we now get the winner in one of every three races before the race even starts. No
need for chalkers or rafflers. I'm talking certainties. You come in here boasting
you're going to do someone down and in the same breath you ask me to trust you. On
my mother's side, we are kin. Ada, can you do my back? Ada? I know what was in the
envelope. I looked. Money. And that bloke we met in London who you said was a
Frenchman. He was Russian. I'm not an idiot, Freddie. How is it you take all the
risks and Stanly Chapman gets the money? It's money for the cause. You're blind. I
would be if your brothers had anything to do with it. This isn't about them. This
is about you. And me. And this. You're a dreamer, Freddie. You give money away
while we rot in here and you talk about revolution. I need to know. Who are you
loyal to, Freddie? I said, "Who are you loyal to?" Did you have something to do
with this? I asked an acquaintance for an address. She said she would only give it
to me anonymously. She was afraid of the consequences. Whose address is it? Tommy,
I'd like to suggest a strategy. Your message said you have an address for me.
Anonymous tip off. The address of Stanly Chapman. You promised me Freddie Thorne.
This is instead of Freddie Thorne. No deal. Inspector, Stanly Chapman is a bigger
fish than Freddie Thorne. He is currently holding £200 in cash. Given to the
Communist party by the Russian Government. That's right, Chapman has snow on his
boots and all you'll need is a shovel. If he talks, you'll have proof. You might
even get that medal. Now . . before I give you the address . . I want your word . .
that you will let Freddie Thorne and my sister leave the city. Very well. You have
my word. I'd say our little truce is proving productive for both of us, Inspector.
I get the information and protection and you Well . . you get Bolsheviks. But on a
more pressing matter I'm afraid that Mr Churchill is becoming impatient. And I fear
that . . if you don't give back those stolen weapons soon . . I will be replaced.
That would be the finish of me, that's for sure. When my business with Kimber is
done the guns will be returned. That was the deal. Then I am in your hands.
Completely. You hold all the cards. But I hope to God that my dismissal doesn't
come before your decision to hand back those guns. I say this for your sake,
because . . if I were to be fired and it were your fault . . I would do things that
would shame the devil. My fury is a thing to behold. On my last day in power, for
example, I would see to it that you and your scum brothers have your heads stoved
in with mallets and spades. And your sister too. That baby inside her would be of
no consequence to me. The only one to be spared . . would be your little brother
Finn. He would however be lifted as a juvenile and dumped into that part of the
adult prison . . where men have most appetite for boys like him. That would be a
dark day indeed, Mr Shelby. If my dismissal comes before YOUR decision. Do you
understand? And know this . . the clock is ticking. Stanly, it's the police.
Stanly, get here! You're under arrest, mate! You bastards! Look what we found. It
seems Stanly Chapman really does have snow on his boots. Mr Chapman . . you're
fucked. He still refuses to say where it came from. I'm sure, with a little
persuasion, he'll tell us everything he knows. Including the whereabouts of Freddie
Thorne. Sir? Your face is a picture. I thought you had done a deal. Oh, is that is
what you thought. Well, you gave your word. My word? Do people still talk about
such things this idiotic century? My word to who? To a Peaky Blinder? Now, go and
interrogate Mr Chapman until he tells us where we can find Freddie Thorne and his
wife. The source of the money is of secondary importance. You think my campaign
against Shelby has become personal? Correct. "Spot-on", as they say in London
society. Now, go and interrogate Mr Chapman and do not make the mistake of being
too gentle. Right, sir. Today's her birthday. I know you never miss it. Then I'm
lucky you're not a copper. What do you want? I came to warn you. They've lifted
Stanly Chapman. How do you know? Police don't spill that information. I know cos it
was me and Tommy who tipped them off. Tommy did a deal. In return for safe passage
for you and Ada he's given them Stanly and the money. Money? What money? Who told
you about the money? Who do you think? Yeah, it was Ada's idea. That's how
desperate
she is to get out of that rat-hole you're keeping her in. She doesn't mind if you
knew she just didn't want to be here when you found out. Sometimes the women have
to take over. Like in the war. Who the hell do you think you are, you fucking
Shelbys. Don't swear over your mother's grave. You play your tune, you expect the
whole world to dance to it. You don't have time for this, Freddie. You did a deal
for me? Don't flatter yourself. For Ada. And you think this copper will keep his
word. If he does, you're safe. If he doesn't, Chapman will give you up, you'll
still have to leave town. Same result. So neat! So leave. Except there's one thing
that you got wrong. Stanly won't be able to give up my address because he doesn't
know it. That's how it works. None of us know each other's addresses. So, you've
wasted your fucking time. They'll keep beating him and beating him for information
he doesn't have. All you've done is sign the death warrant of a good man. So, you
won't leave. No! I won't fucking leave! If you want me out of Birmingham it'll have
to be in a wooden box. You lay a hand on our Ada, I'll put you in a wooden box
myself. You raised a stubborn one there, Irene. You told me to carry on. I wanted
to stop. He had some kind of seizure. So, you killed him? Did he give you an
address? What's the matter with you? He fell down some stairs. This is not bloody
Belfast! Not yet, but if men like him get their way, it soon will be. So, find some
stairs, throw him down, and call the coroner. Use Grayson. If he has any awkward
questions ask about the welfare of his mistress in Saltley. That'll shut him up. To
think I used to live in a shit-hole like this. Bloody animals. But the Shelbys
really are doing an excellent job for us. We haven't lost a single penny to
rafflers or chalkers in eight race meetings. The bookies are purring. So, we throw
the dog a bone. I think so. Mr Kimber. Mr Roberts. Come and have a look around.
After you. Come on, Fred. You can feed half of Birmingham with what you have had
for lunch. Get back to work. We heard the Lees had turned you over. You shouldn't
listen to gossip, Mr Kimber. This way. Business is good. Especially since now you
know which horse is going to win before you set the odds. Your information is very
much appreciated. Right, well, where are they? John, Lovelock, Scudboat, in here.
This is my team. They will take up their pitch at your convenience, Mr Kimber. John
is the book. Scudboat is the bag man. And, of course, we bring our own protection.
Warwick, next Saturday. At least fifty yards from the beer tent. Gentlemen And
lady. I have in my hand a legal betting licence. Issued by the board of control.
The Shelby family has its first legal racetrack pitch. We're a business, Pol.
Congratulations. There you go. Congratulations. These cigarettes have a strange
smell, Arthur. They smell like rotting water. And look. Rats have gotten some of
them. They're stolen, are they not? Don't ask. They smell because you keep them on
a boat. What do you care? Now, can you come and check my adding up, please? You
know, you should make a new start with this place. Do it properly. These cigarettes
are not fit to sell. Smells like Gallipoli. You should find a new place to store
them. It has to be far away from coppers. But not rats? All the wharves have rats,
Grace. What's wrong with a dry warehouse? Tommy's orders. What orders? Always keep
contraband near to petrol boat moorings. Don't boats get searched? We moor them at
junctions so there's more than one way out. No locks within a mile so we can move
that stuff fast. Your brother doesn't obey the law, but he has rules. A precise
man, your brother. Is my adding up right? It is now. One. Two. Three and four. And
we'll search them one by one. Please, Lord, let that which I seek be found here.
Not so much as a bullet, sir. Just more cigarettes and whisky. Arthur tells me
you've been asking questions . . about how we run our business. And how we get our
booze and where we keep it. I am just trying to help. Let's you and me go for a
walk. Where to? Come on. Why here? You're a good Catholic girl, aren't you? Yes.
Well, then you know it's here people come to confess. After you. Well, here it is,
Grace. I confess. I need someone. Kimber has an adviser by the name of Roberts. He
talks well. Keeps the accounts. Runs the legal side of the business. And you need a
Roberts. Arthur tells me you have ideas. I'm not an accountant. Nor a lawyer. No.
No, but you have something I need. Class. I need someone who looks right at the big
meetings. Epsom, Ascot Is a job interview? Arthur says you're good with numbers.
Well, that's relative. He is quite poor. You keep the books in order. They were
chaotic. But you're a liar. No Catholic girl would enter a church and forget to
make the sign of the cross. You are very perceptive. First, you lied about that pub
you used worked in. Now I find out you're a Protestant. Do you care? No. I lied to
fit in. You pull a pint like someone who's thinking about it. This is not an
interview, it is an interrogation. Sit down. Look, Grace You washed up in a place
you don't belong for whatever reason. My good fortune. And perhaps mine. You know
that most of what I do is illegal. I'm not blind. And yet, you'd still be willing
to work for me? Are you offering me the job? Then I accept. There's something else
you should know. A very important detail about my reasons for employing you. You
disappoint me. Do you resign? No. My appetite for the work has only increased.
Tomorrow I'll show you around. Lizzie. Hello, Lizzie. That bag looks heavy, jump
in. Kids' teas. You like kids? Yeah. Good, cos John's got four of them. It's all
right. I'm not going to try to talk you out of it. I just want to talk. You're not
against us? John is his own man. And you are your own woman. Now, Lizzie since I
came back from France, I've come to you on many occasions. Tommy, you didn't tell
him? No, I didn't tell him. Just like you didn't tell him. Now, why didn't you tell
him, Lizzie? Why didn't you tell him that you'd been serving his brother for the
past two years? Because the past is the past. I don't want to lose him. He's a good
man. That was the answer I was hoping you'd give - the past is the past. You see
our John says you've changed. And I believe him. And that's good. Change is good.
These are new times I'm told. So I wish you both every happiness. And I want you to
see that as my wedding gift to you. And our farewell to pleasures gone by. You mean
. . one last time? One last time. You and me. It's eight bloody pounds. So, where
shall we go? Tommy, shall we go to my lodging? So, the past is not the past. You
can keep the money, Lizzie. Just get out of the car. Tommy, please Get out of the
car. I love him, Tommy. Really. Really. John will make his own decision. But he
will have the facts. Your brother is ten times the man you are! Of that I have no
doubt. He is obviously not stupid. All we found was stolen tobacco and whisky.
Which you left in place. Of course. I would never endanger you. You are doing well,
Grace. I've been working on Arthur - he's easier. Than Thomas. Yes. Less
intelligent. Yes. Is that a word you would use about Thomas? It's your word. He has
promoted me. He wants me to be his book-keeper and secretary. A cut-throat gangster
with a secretary. The pretensions of these hoodlums are quite breathtaking! Are
they not? Yes. Quite breathtaking. He has obviously fallen quite heavily for you. I
thought you would be pleased. I just hope you remember who you are dealing with
here. A man who cuts off ears and cuts out tongues. I know what he is, sir. The
difficulty with undercover work, Grace, is to remember what you are. I come here
with good news and I get this. Grace! Tommy. I need a favour. I want to borrow the
car. I want to take Lizzie for a ride in the country with the kids. We're going to
celebrate getting the licence. Not a problem, John. I'll need the keys. Look, John,
you're my brother There's something I have to tell you. Yesterday on the front seat
of that car, I offered Lizzie some money. And, John, she said "yes". Now, that's a
fact. You do with it what want. Take the keys. Take Lizzie to the country. Marry
her if you want. But you have to know . . she said "yes". Get another glass. Can
you make a toast? I'm Irish, I can make a million toasts. May you be in heaven a
full half hour before the devil knows you're dead. What are we celebrating?
Contract of employment. Book-keeper. Shelby Brothers Limited. I don't like that
word, "Limited". To be respectable, you have to be "Limited". That's what worries
me. I had the phone put in. It's in the back. If we knew someone else who had a
phone, we could call them. And since we are celebrating . . I had this delivered
from Rackham's Department Store. Will you open it? No. Save it for a special
occasion. Right, your first job for the company. I want you to get that to my
sister. I don't see her? No-one does. She is hiding from me. I am told she goes to
a bathhouse on Montague Street on woman-only days. She goes in disguise, so I need
to get someone inside. What am I delivering? It's an invitation to a family
occasion. I want her there. So, tell her there will be a truce. Am I delivering
bait for a trap? If you check that contract I think you'll find it doesn't say
anything about asking questions. Just give her the invitation. And put that in the
cupboard until I say. What the hell, John? I couldn't get it lit. Couldn't even do
that. Why would you want to be smoking that for? Same reason as you. Pain in the
head. I spoke to Lizzie. I told her what you told me. She said, "Your brother Tommy
is a dirty liar. " But then I spoke to her sister and her cousin. Bought them a
couple drinks. "Just a few of regulars," they said. "That's all. " "To keep the
wolf from the door, "she still sees a couple of regulars.
" You must think I'm an idiot. I think you're the first Shelby in history to have
a legal licence for anything. What would our granddad say, eh? He'd be turning in
his grave. "Honest bloody money? Eh?" "In this house? Here?" You always used to do
voices when we were kids. We're not kids now, John. But we still have to look out
for each other, right? Yeah. Yeah. Come on. Go home. Get some sleep. We've got a
big day tomorrow. We have? Tomorrow, we finish the war with the Lees for once and
for all. Since when? Since just now. Ten o'clock tomorrow. Be ready for anything.
Out you get, boys. Ready, boys? John, ready? Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Have a drink.
What? What are you all staring at me for? What? Good. Let's go. What? Tommy, what
you playing at? We're in shotgun range. John . . before we go into battle, there's
something you are going to need. What are you bloody doing, Tommy? Smile, John,
it's a wedding. Whose bloody wedding? Now if we'd told you, you wouldn't have come.
There's a girl from the Lee family who's going a bit wild. And she needs marrying
her off. Fuck! John! You have no bloody right, Tommy! Listen to me. Listen to me. A
girl who needs a husband. A man who needs a wife. Tommy, I'm not bloody marrying
some fucking mushroom picker! Shh, John boy, come on. Listen. I have already
betrothed you. So if you back out now there's going to be one fucking mighty war
breaking out here that's going to make the Somme It's going to make the Somme look
like a fucking tea party. But if you marry her, our family and the Lee family will
be united for ever. And this war will be over. It's up to you John. War? . . or
peace? Let go of me. Right You should see the size of her dowry. Her what? Her dad
is giving you a car. Will he do? He'll do. Here she is. She'd better be under 50.
Come here. Go on. We're here today to join in matrimony this man and this woman You
look well. . . and harmony and togetherness. Which is sanctioned and honoured by
the presence and the power of these two families around us. Do you John Michael
Shelby take Esme Martha Lee to be your beautiful wife? You got my invitation? Grace
said there's a truce. Family day. Your husband couldn't make it? He's not speaking
to me. And when he does he calls me a fucking Shelby even though I'm a Thorne now.
Thorn in my side, that's for sure. . . to have and hold My God, Tommy. You admire
him, don't you? There remains one more part of the ceremony. It's the mingling of
the two bloods. Where the two families become the one family. I now pronounce you
man and wife! Come on, John, kiss the bride will you? # Oh, I slept all night # In
a tinker's arms # He put his arms around me # Oh, there was folks and there was
dance # And Paddy here's lost his banjo # I wouldn't part from my sweetheart #
Tuppence, ha'penny or farthing # Another load of wagon men # Spare a little thought
for the wind men. # And again. Come on, spin me round again. You should tell Ada to
slow down. You think she'll listen to me? I tried to stop her but she's been
drinking. Been stuck in that little basement for weeks. What do we expect? She's
going off like a firecracker. Oh, Christ, Tommy, please Enough now. Come on.
Enough. All right, Ada, come on, have a rest, sit down. Come and look, Esme. Come
and look at the family you've joined. Come and look at the man who runs it. Chooses
his brother's wives for them. He hunts his own sister down like a rat and he tries
to kill his own brother-in-law! Ada, that's enough. And now he won't even let me
have a fucking dance! Not even at a fucking wedding! Sit her down. Calm down, Ada.
Ada, calm down. Holy shit! Water. Right. Not now, Ada. Bloody hell, you do pick
your times! Slow her up. Nice and easy. Story of your fucking life, Arthur. Right,
we are here. Come on. Nice car, John. How's she run? Yeah, beautiful. Really
smooth. Your sister in there giving birth, you're talking about the bloody car. Not
much us men can do now, Pol. Except go get drunk. Right, come on. There's one man
should be here. You are right, Pol, Freddie should be here. Is that a heartbeat I
hear inside that chest? The truce lasts till sunrise. On my oath. Tell Freddie it's
safe. Ada! Right, boys, let's wet this baby's head. Keep going. That's right. Push.
I think it might be the wrong way round. I tended three sisters. Yeah, I think
you're right. We should move her forward. Come on, Ada. Right, come on. It's not
long to go now, darling. Push. Two, three. Two beautiful women. I should go. I
should go. It's my wedding night. No, you sit down. You don't want to be among the
women when there's a baby coming. Have another. So, do you think her husband will
take the same advice and stay away? Nah. Freddie will be there. Nothing will keep
him away. Tommy's said it's all right for him to be there. Isn't that right, Tommy?
That's right. I'm all heart tonight. You know what, John boy? I think it's that
lovely barmaid, that pretty barmaid that's just walked out that's made our brother
go all soft. Drinks to that. Ada! Come on, open up. There you go, love. Oh, he's
beautiful. It's a boy, Freddie. It's a beautiful baby boy. There you go. Welcome to
the world, Son. Welcome. Open up! Police! Freddie? You can't come in here, there's
a baby just been born. Freddie? Don't hurt him. Freddie! You are hurting him, leave
him alone. You're taking me away from my baby? Ada! Freddie! You want me to open
that champagne now? It's a boy. Pol? Polly? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Polly! Polly! But the
police came and took his father away! Don't you DARE look at me like that! You
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They will keep asking me questions I don't know the answer to It's us that have the
machine guns now and it's them that's in the mud Guns, Mr Shelby. We'd pay good
money. For who do you speak? The Irish Republican Army. What are you? Copper? You
went after him because he was IRA. I followed him because I thought he might have
information. The difficulty with undercover work, Grace, is to remember what you
are. Your sister's in there giving birth. There's one man who should be here. You
are right, Poll. On my oath. Tell Freddie it's safe. Welcome to the world, son.
Freddie. Pol! The police came and took his father away. You liar! "Red Right Hand"
by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds d Take a little walk to the edge of town and go
across the tracks d Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom d As it shifts and
cracks d Where secrets lie in the border fires d In the humming wires d Hey, man,
you know you're never coming back d Past the square, past the bridge, past the
mills, past the stacks d On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man d In a
dusty black coat with a red right hand. d Open up, love. I brought more things for
you and the baby. I've got some fresh eggs and bread I'll leave it here. Ada, think
of the little one. Babies don't have principles. Did you speak to her? She didn't
speak back. Well, did you tell her? I'll only tell her what I know to be true. It's
the last time I am going to say this. It wasn't me who shopped Freddie Thorne.
Tommy I'd ask you to swear on the Bible, but you can't swear on that, can you?
Nothing you hold is sacred. There's tea. The new system . . everything in the
diary, eh? Mm-hm. A black star? What does that mean? The black star day . . is the
day we take out Billy Kimber and his men. No-one knows this! Not even your family?
Grace . . everyone in my family hates me. Why would I tell them? He's off the
bloody rails, is what he is. If he'll turn nose on his best mate Bloody neighbours,
John. Snitch behind the curtain. If you think that, you're the only one who does.
Look at this, look. Bloody raking it in. Who's running this carny? Name of Marston.
Intends on wintering in Smallheath with this ring. Does he! Ain't he heard nobody
in Smallheath craps in a pot without the decree of Tommy Almighty? Mr Marston, I
believe? The ringmaster? Proud I am to say so. Yes, well, these here are civilised
parts. Man wants to set his stall up with fellas lamping each other, he needs
himself a licence. A licence. For a fee. From those in charge. I'll tell you what.
How about I keep my money, and you shove a licence up your arsecrack? You don't
want to speak to me like that. And who the bloody hell do you think you are? My
name is Arthur Shelby. Dad? Jesus. Thank you. You are a good boy. Bless you,
Father, for these bounties we are about to receive Jesus Christ Please, woman . .
not in vain. Finish your sandwich and sling your hook. Pollyanna. I'm the guest of
the head of this family, so why don't you tend to your mangle or your scuttle? The
head of the family ain't here. Tommyhe sometimes helps me with business. Ah. Well.
Speak of the devil. How are you, son? Get out. Come on, son. I'm a changed man.
This family needed you ten years ago when you walked out on it. Not now. Get out of
this house. Tommy, he's different You shut up. It's all right, son. Arthur Shelby
never stays where he is not welcome. Quite something you've become. Bye, son. He's
our dad. He's a selfish bastard. You calling someone a selfish bastard? That's a
bit rich, Tommy. I mean, thanks to you . . we're already down a bloody sister. If
you want to see him, Arthur You want to see him? You can go with him. Grace I am
taking five pounds from petty cash all right? We don't have five pounds in petty
cash. Then I'll take what we've got. Count it and leave a receipt. Arthur, there
are some things in the books that I don't understand. Likewise. Every week we pay
one pound and ten shillings by postal order to a "Daniel Owen" in London. Danny
Whizz Bang, hangs round the pubs in Camden Town Wharf for us. He keeps his ears
open for business. He's a good man. I thought Danny Whizz Bang was dead. Then you
thought wrong, didn't you? But I've seen his grave. He was shot. That was a show to
satisfy the wops. Tommy just shot some sheep's brains at him. Who is buried in his
grave? Now look, Grace, if you know what's good for you, you don't ask questions
about things that don't concern you. Never. Right! And that's for you. And don't
tell Tommy I took this. The boy needs a hiding, if you ask me. Yeah, well, Aunt
Polly's close to giving him one. John and Ada too, it sounds like. John moans on
bloody principle - but if you saw his Mrs You have a girl yourself, son? P'raps
when it suits Tommy, eh? Yeah, well . . he's been different, you know, since the
war. Yeah, well the war can change a man. Speaking for myself, anyway. Where did
you fight, Dad? All over, son, all over. Yeah, all over. Then the salvation of
Jesus Christ spread his light over me, and, as a pilgrim, I come to visit the New
World America. . . where I beheld the future. Casinos! Money factories, son. Look,
I've been studying the competition, their schemes, their systems. Look at that Show
me. It's all there. There's a fortune to be made here. I'm an old man, and my
heart's a battered vessel. But within . . there still beats the fluttering pulse of
a dream The Shelby Casino and Hotel Gents and dames will come flocking from all
corners - New York, Chicago, Boston - to The Shelby, where I can stand proudly with
my dear children by my side. And the women there! Like fresh peaches. Thou could
have a dozen. We'd all of us be kings! How much, how much to get started? The oak
needs but an acorn. Let's do it. Let's do it. Let's bloody do it. It would make my
heart beam but I don't want to cause any discord between the brothers. So, please,
why don't you talk to Tommy first? I'm sick of taking orders from him. Tommy's not
the only one in the family with a head for business, and Shelby money is Shelby
money. I thank God for my wonderful sons. This is cause for a celebration! Yeah.
Slange. Slange. On your feet, soldier! On your feet. Dad, I don't want to fight
you, Dad. Come on, boy! I'm old enough to be thy father. Hit him! Hit him! That's
it! Hit him! On your feet. Get up. All right! That's it! Is that all you've got,
boy? Get up. This here is Arthur Shelby Junior! My son. I love him, and I'm proud
of him, and he can fight any one of yous in here. You did good, son. You did good.
I love you, Dad. I love you. Mr Shelby? Who's asking? My name is Byrne. I had word
from your man in Camden Town that you wanted to parley. Then parley it is. A few
months ago a man named Ryan came to this place with a view to buying some goods
from you. Mr Ryan met with an accident. He was shot. I heard He was a man with a
quick mouth. I know that. I wondered if he had made any enemies in here. None that
I know of. It's not the kind of place to make enemies. All are welcome here, Mr
Byrne Including Irish? Especially Irish. Ryan told you he was a member of the Irish
Republican Army. Was he still welcome? Like I say, any man that buys beer is
welcome. Perhaps you didn't believe him. In pubs sometimes people say things and
sometimes it's the whisky talking. It's hard to tell which is which. As a teetotal
man I find it amusing. Except when it ends in tragedy. Would you like some cordial
and water, Mr Byrne? You see, Mr Shelby, Ryan, for all his quick mouth, was indeed
connected. Very well connectedto our brotherhood. By membership and blood. He was
my cousin. I am from South Armagh. I am a man of influence there. Cordial and water
would be grand, Mr Shelby. Grace. Bring some water and cordial to the snug. Yes, Mr
Shelby. My cousin came to buy guns. And I told him I had none. Your man Danny Owen
talks a lot when he's drunk. He says the Peaky Blinders do have the guns. Robbed
from the factory down the road. He boasts about a stack of Lewis machine guns. And
enough belts of ammunition to hold up God's trousers. Yep. That sounds like our
Danny. He has an imagination. Like I said, sometimes it's the whisky that does the
talking. He says only the brothers know where the guns are kept. Well, Danny also
says he sees German infantrymen on the backs of milk carts. And he shoots them with
his broomstick. We have men in the BSA factory. They say it's you who has them. And
we have men who work in the police station. Every finger, Mr Shelby, every finger
in this city, points in one direction. Please don't mistake me for a fool. Let me
get to the point. I don't care what kind of half-arsed tinker operation you have
going here. But I can assure you, I represent a very different category of
organization. My cousin was shot. I am judge, jury and executioner. I find you
guilty and I pass sentence. You deliver the guns to me or I deliver death and
hell's fury to you and your little tribe of heathens. Am I making myself clear? Let
me confess something to you. And only to you. I have the guns . . but they have
become a burden to me. Perhaps it is time to unload that burden. For the right
price. Malachi Byrne. Brigade commander of the South Armagh IRA. You've hooked
yourself a big fish there. With these guns as bait who knows what we'll catch?
'We'? Are you suggesting that you and I could work together as a team? Perhaps we
have more in common than you think, Inspector. Can you deliver him? With your help.
And I want word put out in Ireland that I was not involved. So, I would be solving
a problem for you. And I would be winning you that medal. If I get a medal I will
have your initials engraved on the backside. My initials on your backside. Now,
that's quite an image. Inspector, since we are getting along so well, can you
answer me a question? Who gave you Freddie Thorne? As everyone in the city knows.
It was you, Mr Shelby. "Ball and Biscuit"
by The White Stripes Hello, son. It's all there. It is indeed. We're going to
build something with this, son. Something magnificent. When do we sail, Dad? Hungry
for work, are you? Yeah. A ship sails Friday. Meet me at the boxing ring. Right.
Friday. Friday. Leave that open. No. Are you expecting trouble? Yeah. At this hour?
Midnight is as good an hour as any. What the hell is going on? When the St Andrew's
bell strikes midnight, two IRA men are going to come through that door. When they
have what they want, they plan to kill me. It's your job to stop that happening.
You could have given me some warning. I just got the message myself. They want to
meet me here alone. And barmaids don't count? No. Barmaids don't count. Now, you're
going to be in the back room. I am going to be sitting there. When I make a toast,
you're going to come out with that thing raised. You don't shoot, you just point,
I'll do the rest. Will you kill them? No, the police want them alive The police
know about this? Look, you just hold it up and you just point. Right? Right, go,
go. Go on, go. We'll hold back here. If damage is done to either side, it's no
concern of ours. Lost your thirst, eh? Just show us where. Give me the cash. You're
going to need a shovel. You thick fucking tinker. Did you think we'd let you live?
Make your peace, Mr Shelby. I will make my peace my own way. To barmaids who don't
count Why did you shoot? Why did you shoot, Grace? I didn't know I had it in me
like that. So, now you've seen me. And you've seen me . . and I'm sorry. You were
supposed to come on the sixth chime. You were supposed to come on the fucking sixth
chime. They refused to surrender. They fought well. They were brave men. Well, he
looks like he was killed by a wild fucking animal. Still This never happened and
they were never here, who cares? Will you get the bodies out of here. All right,
are they? Are they making the lady uncomfortable? I'll leave you two love birds to
it then, eh? Thank you. I'm sorry. First of all, let me say I had no idea he would
involve you in this ugly business. If I had, I never would have let it happen. He
trusts me. I told you that. You didn't believe me. Sergeant Moss made a report.
Which, of course, I have burnt. He said that when he entered the room, you were
embracing. Is that your primary concern? An embrace? Mymy concern is your welfare.
It was me who killed them. I had no control. You have been living with beasts. It
was the beast that tried to stop me. I believe last night something inside me
changed. I no longer feel the need to avenge my father. The hatred that I brought
with me here has gone. And therefore my reasons for joining the service. You want
to resign? I think our mission has come to a natural end. I think I know where the
guns are hidden. You do? So? Tell me where. If I am right, and the guns are found,
you will have no more business with Thomas Shelby. Is that not so? Our military
mission will be over. And we can leave the city as we found it. Are you trying to
do a deal with me? Because if you are, you must be explicit. I want your word that
Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns are recovered. Your word as a
gentleman. Will you give it? Whywould you want to save him? A residue of sympathy.
Sympathy? You mean sentiment? Yes. In his way, he has been kind to me. Sentiment.
Yes. You are too good-hearted for this work. Perhaps. So, for my sake, will you
spare him? You have my word. A week after the robbery there was a burial at St
Andrews' churchyard. I have found out the man supposed to be buried is alive.
Arthur is quite transparent. I learned that the funeral was attended only by the
brothers. And the grave that was dug was far deeper than your average and was lined
with lead . . to keep out the damp. The guns are buried in that grave. Then,
tonight, we will dig up the grave. d When my family thinks that I'm safely in my
bed d Oh, from morn until night d I am stretched out at your head d Calling out
unto the earth d With tears hot and wild d For the loss of a boy d That I loved as
a child d Please, please go to sleep. d So, I am stretched on your grave d And I'll
lie here for ever d If your hands were in mine d I'd be sure they would not sever d
My apple tree, my brightness d It's time we were together d Well done, boys! d For
I smell of the earth d And I'm worn by the weather. d All, but one gun accounted
for. Then, Sir, I resign my commission. Good. So, I am no longer your superior
officer and you are no longer my subordinate. And therefore . . regulations permit
me to offer you this. I amI am a simple man, but a good man. And my admiration for
you . . has turned to love. I don't ask for love in return. Just . . recognition
that we are like minds . . with shared values. Grace . . will you marry me? Mr
Campbell . . you deserve better. Is it him between us? Is it the beast that dug
that grave? Is it him? My resignation will be with you in the morning Dad! Hullo,
son. May I ask who gave my whereabouts? Marston. Said you left him last night with
a bill for your whores. Well, at least we got to say goodbye, son. And bid a fond
adieu to your dear brothers, would you? Howhow could you do this to us? Do what,
son? All that stuff you said aboutthe Shelby Casino . . and Atlantic City. Well, if
the truth be told, I've not been so acquainted with that promised land as I had
thee believe. You're a fucking liar and a thief. You give me back my fucking money.
"Do not despise the thief, if he steals to "satisfy his starvation" That's in the
Holy Bible, son. And I've starved for so very long. Fare thee well, son. I waited
for you. I waited. Listen to me, boy. You are not in the prize ring now. If you
ever put your hands on me again, I'll cut your fucking throat and spread you on
these tracks. Where's your father? I'm assuming he's busy frittering the 500 you
took from us and put in his thieving, whore-groping hands. What were you thinking?
How dare you do something like that without talking to Thomas or me? Does Tommy
know? No. But you're going to tell him. You might take satisfaction in a great
victory. A terrible consequence has been avoided. 'Those guns that we dug up will
never be used to murder the innocent 'or usurp the status quo. 'But, even though we
have solved a crime, 'we have as yet failed to punish the criminal. ' This man who
dug that grave has also dug his own. He has proved himself a deadly menace to the
King's peace. 'And tonight we will strike him down. 'We will drive our swords
through his black heart, 'we will pursue him into the rat holes that he infests. '
And, finally, we will rid this city of his kind. Justice will be done and will be
seen to be done. Amen. There's going to be trouble now, Finn. You look after
yourself, do you hear me? I'm going to be going away for a while. Right Go on.
Right Who wants to fucking fight? Fighting's over. We're closing up and moving on.
I said who wants to fucking fight? My name is Arthur fucking Shelby! Who dares to
fight me?! Go home, lad. Before you catch yourself a spanking. My brother in
Digbeth just says the police are coming down from Deritend in numbers. Asking for
Tommy Shelby by name. Shit. I'm going to have to lie low for a while. Why? I lost
my bargaining power. This copper, it's just me and him now. When I get back . .
I'll tell you some things. Harry said the police are already in Digbeth. Yeah. You
took a chance coming here, why? The police are in the lane, Tommy. Come with me.
I'm looking for Thomas Shelby. Never heard of him. You'll never find him. Go home.
Perhaps I should ask the question again. On your knees. Now, understand this,
barman. I don't care if you live or die. I don't know. He left . . with the
barmaid. He left with Grace. I think they were going to her place. Call it off. I
don't understand, sir. We should find the barmaid Call it all off! All of it! Get
in. It's not much of a place. It's all right. You want tea? Tea? No. I have rum
Actually, tea it is. You want to impress me? Yes. And do you have a biscuit? No.
They attract mice. People look different at home. In what way? Off guard. Should I
be on my guard? No, I'm a man who drinks tea. When the trouble dies down, I'll go.
When will it die down, do you think? Late, I would say. So, not until the morning
then. Yes. I'd say I'll be here till morning. You have a gramophone? It's broken.
We could still dance. Yes. Why not. I know you like to be asked properly. Grace,
can I have this dance? Are you OK? I don't hear the shovels against the wall. What
shovels? Will you help me? Help you with what? With everything . . the whole
fucking thing. Fucking life . . business. I've found you. And you found me. We'll
help each other. "Time" by Tom Waits d Well, the smart money's on Harlow d And the
moon is in the street d And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws d And you're
east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches d And the rain sounds like
a round of applause d And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon d His invisible
fiancee's in the mirror d d And the band is going home, d It's raining hammers,
it's raining nails d And it's true there's nothing left for him down here. d And
it's time, time, time d And it's time, time, time d Our Father, who art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name d And they all pretend they're orphans d And their memory's
like a train d You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away d And the things you
can't remember d Tell the things you can't forget d That history puts a saint in
every dream d Well, she said she'd stick around d d So, close your eyes, son, and
this won't hurt a bit d Send a telegram to Mr Churchill I have news, very good
news. Tell him the business I came to attend to is now complete. 'I'll be leaving
the city. 'There's just one matter I need to tidy up first. ' d And it's time,
time, time that you love d And it's time, time,
time d And it's time, time, time Polly told you? Yep. You should have used a gun.
Are you laughing at me, Tommy? Yeah. Just when things are starting to go right,
Arthur you try and do this. Don't you like fancy parties? Or, um . . champagne or
fast cars? Or how about this? Your name on a business card. Shelby . . Brothers
Limited. Arthur Shelby. Associate bookmaker. I just had them picked up from the
printers this morning. You're one of three shareholders. Me, you and John, and
according to the law, we are equal partners and it's written on the paperwork in
black and white. A third, a third, a third. But the thing is well, me and John
quite fancy splitting your share so, just next time, use a gun, man. Our men at the
station tell me that copper is leaving town. We're in the clear. We are on our way
up in the world, brother. Believe me. "Bring It On" by Nick Cave d This garden that
I built for you d That you sit in now and yearn d I will never leave it, dear d I
could not bear to return d And find it all untended d With the trees all bended low
d This garden is our home, dear d And I got nowhere else to go d So, bring it on d
Bring it on d Every little tear d Bring it on, every useless fear d Bring it on,
all your shattered dreams d And I'll scatter them into the sea d Bring it on d Get
it on d Yeah, bring it on d Every little tear d And I'll make them disappear. d
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Mr Churchill If there are bodies to be buried, dig holes and dig them deep. Don't
do this in here. You're taking me away from my baby! Freddie! Ada! It wasn't me who
shopped Freddie Thorne. He trusts me. I told you that. I think I know where the
guns are hidden. I want your word that Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns
are recovered. It would be an honour to work with you, Mr Kimber. Nobody works with
me. People work FOR me. A black star? What does that mean? Black star day is the
day we take out Billy Kimber and his men. Gracewill you marry me? You deserve
better. Is it him?! Where is he? He left. With the barmaid. Service. HE KNOCKS AT
DOOR We don't open two more hours. You come back later. Police. Inspector Campbell,
sir. Any trouble, sir? Look I know. That is, I am given to understand by several of
my officers HE CLEARS HIS THROAT . . several of my officers, that people come
here . . that men come here for a certain purpose. "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave
and The Bad Seeds Arthur? Arthur, wake up. Get home, get bathed. Check your kit,
check your weapons. Why? What's going on? We're doing it today. # Where secrets lie
in the border fires # In the humming wires # Hey man, you know you're never coming
back # Fetch the wagons, Charlie. It's today. # On a gathering storm comes a tall
handsome man # In a dusty black coat # With a red right hand # Dad? Our Katie's
done a wee in the bed again. I'll be there in a minute, mate. BANGING AT DOOR John,
I've told you to keep the doors locked. I could've been anyone. Get dressed. We're
doing it today. As a matter of fact, he's doing me today. Make sure he's done you
by nine. You should learn to knock! It's not a day for knocking. Dear Lord, make
this day pass well. Let none get hurt and make them that do not Shelbys. Watch
John, cos he has so many depending on him. Watch Arthur because he's as likely to
hurt himself as anyone else. Watch Thomas. I know how he is. But he does what he
does for us. I think. Amen. I used to do that every morning during the war. I hoped
I'd done it for the last time. Today will be the last time, Poll. After today,
there'll be no need for prayers. We'll be set. Family meeting, half ten. I'm sorry
I kept you. It is so early. Yes. I-I I didn't sleep last night. Mr Zhang said you
are special, special customer. Do you want to sit? Do you want to take off your
boots? Yes. Andthis. So tight. We can also clean and press your shirt while we do
this. That's a very efficient service. You never been to a place like this before?
It's OK. Sometimes old men who have lost their wives, they come here all the time.
Old men? I am so old? No! I mean I am young. Anyway I'll make you young as well.
Whore. 'Dear Grace. 'I write this letter to you with a heavy heart. 'I know exactly
what you did, and with whom. 'I will not mention any of it in my report. 'However,
you should be aware that I know you gave yourself to the man 'who is our sworn
enemy. 'That is not only treason, 'it is disgusting beyond all measure. 'Your
father would be ashamed of you. 'And as for myself I am beyond desolation. 'You
have betrayed every principle 'and standard of honour that was your birthright.
'And for what?' THEY GASP Love. Oh, my God, I'm sorry. Did I do that? It's OK. You
are special, special customer. Would you sit with me for a moment? Please. ZHANG
AND CHIN SPEAK IN CHINESE For the suits. You want to hear something funny? Campbell
was in the back room with one of my girls. GUN COCKS I am unarmed. It's curious,
Inspector. I thought you came here to clean up the city. Not to sleep with its
whores. You're no different from any other copper that came before you. I'm no
different from those who would follow should I choose to leave. You've no reason to
stay. You have what you came for. Yes. I have what I came for. I have a meeting
with Mr Winston Churchill at midday. And no doubt he intends to congratulate me on
finding those stolen guns. And you still don't know how we found them, do you?
Good. Oh, you got lucky. Did I? Yeah. One thing I have learned . . is that you and
I are opposites, but also just the same. Like an image in a mirror. We hate people.
And they in turn hate us. And fear us. Before the day is over, your heart will be
broken . . just the same as mine. Men like us, Mr Shelby . . will always be alone.
And what love we get . . we will have to pay for. You forget, Inspector. I have my
family. Enjoy your day. BABY CRIES Oh, little one You're much better with him than
I am. He settles quicker with me cos he can't smell the milk. You're tired. Let's
put him down. Mine were terrors for the tit. Both of them. Well, you never knew my
children, did you? No, I was a child myself, then. You never talk about them. Never
had reason to. My heart breaks even when I think about them. But today I do have
reason to. Sit down, Ada. They were three and five years old. Sally was three,
Michael was five. Well two weeks away from being six. It was Sunday morning. I was
at church. "You're not forgiven. " Thispinch-faced bitch said to me, "You're not
forgiven. " You see, some sheets I washed and hung on the line had the name of a
hotel on them. They'd been stolen in a robbery, and they said some porter at the
hotel had been coshed. And a woman from round here told the police about the sheets
- jealous, you see, of the new sheets. And when the police came, they found a
spirit still for making a few drops of gin. And for that . . they took my children
from me. And they never told me where they took them. And they did it cos they
could. And cos I was weak. But they will never take your baby away from you. Do you
know why? Cos Tommy wouldn't let them. Cos Tommy won't let them walk all over us.
Now it is Tommy who has given strength and power to this family. Cos he knows . .
you have to be as bad as them above in order to survive. I'm telling you this cos I
want you to forgive him. How can I? When my Freddie's rotting in jail because of
him. There's something about today you need to know. KEY CLANKS IN LOCK All right,
Freddie, time to go. I want to get a message to Campbell. I can't let them move me
to Brixton. If I go to Brixton, they'll kill me. Freddie. You're not going to get
as far as Brixton prison. On your feet. I told the Prime Minister personally that
the guns had been retrieved and he actually heard me and listened, and I'm pretty
sure he gave me a half smile. He never usually smiles unless a political opponent
dies. HE CHUCKLES I plan to put your name forward in the New Year's Honours list
That would be too much, sir. Nonsense. You deserve it. As I recall, you wrote to me
several times about an undercover operative. A woman. Was she involved in the
discovery? Does she deserve some kind of commendation? Yes. She was instrumental. A
truly loyal servant of the crown. And that is what the record should state. And
what of the men who actually stole the guns? The Peaky Blinders, sir. If we were to
make arrests, the whole thing would end up in open court, and I know we wish to
keep this matter confidential. So they'll go free? Not quite, sir. You see, I have
plans for the Peaky Blinders. All right. All right. All right, mate? Leave that,
boys, come back to it later. Right. I've brought you all here today because this is
the day we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable. The day we
join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first we do
the dirty work. We've all known it's been coming. I just haven't told anyone the
date. We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one, we get there at
two. Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him fight the Lee brothers. But
thanks to the efforts of our John, and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now
our kin. I interrupted those efforts this morning, and, er LAUGHTER I can assure
you all, John is making great sacrifices in the cause of peace. Yeah, all right.
So, it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out, then leave
the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to
London, that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully. And, er
What about Kimber himself? I'll deal with Kimber. Any other questions? Yes. Oh,
does anyone object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting? Come on. I'd like to
introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan. Welcome home, Ada. We named him
Karl. After Karl Marx. LAUGHTER Karl bloody Marx? Let me get a look at him. Oh,
here we go. Eh, look. He looks just like me, look. LAUGHTER That's his arse looks
like you, Arthur. He's all right. He's a Shelby. Well, Ada? Am I forgiven? If what
Aunt Polly says is true, you are. It's true. Thank you, Tommy. So, who the hell are
you? Someone who wants to keep his eyes. They came to my house. Told me to
volunteer for this. Who did? Peaky blinders. "The Prowl" by Dan Auerbach Tommy,
Tommy, Tommy # I see you walkin after dark # Trading looks with other men # But I'm
the only one you need # And I know just where you've been # Oh, can't you see the
tears I cried # And soak them up like a towel # Get out of the way! What the bloody
hell is that? Looks like your friends are here. Stay down on the ground. Or the
next one's for you. Make it look good. I am sorry about this, comrade. Holy shit.
Danny, you're dead. Nah. I've been living in London. Same thing. In you get. All
right, lads, listen up. You have a pint and a chaser, no more. On the house. Right.
Let's get pouring. Do you have the enclosure tickets? And the register of book-
keepers on the track? In me coat. You did a good job, Grace. That's what it is,
innit? The next family meeting, I'll make sure you're there. If I were family. But
I'm not. That could change. Tommy We'll talk about it more when I get back. All
right? When will you be back? Oh, is this how it's going to be, eh? You waiting at
home for me, saying, "What
time do you call this?" The barrel needs changing. Go on, Tommy, go out the back,
give her a good seeing to before we go. THEY CHUCKLE Grace Hey, Grace, I was
joking. JOHN BANGS ON THE BAR Tommy, we need more mild! Just help yourselves.
Tommy, the truth is when you come back from the races, I won't be here. What are
you talking about? All right, look. Grace, I know you weren't born to be with a man
like me But I'm turning things around. And when I get back here tonight I will have
one of the biggest legal racetrack syndicates in the country. And I'm going to
close down some of that other stuff. Maybe open a club, hey? Like in London. And
another thing. You have a contract of employment. With a real limited company. You
remember? I remember everything, Tommy. I am going to make a success of this. I am
going to make a success of it. I am. I know. I know. And I'm not talking about
marriage. I'm We know each other. We can talk. We're the same Tommy, I have done
something terrible to you. DOOR OPENS Right, tell him what you just told me. Just
heard there's two vans driving up the Stratford Road. An old corporal of mine said
he recognised some of the men. He said it's Kimber boys, and they're heading this
way. Ada, wake up. You and the baby get into the Bull Ring, where there's lots of
people. What's going on? We've been fucking betrayed. Someone let slip. Kimber's
men are on their way here. Yeah, but you can handle them, Tommy? It's just us. All
the Lees are on their way to Worcester. We're outnumbered. Fuck! Who else knew
today was the day you were moving on Kimber? You said you kept it a secret. Who
else did you tell? There's only one thing can blind a man as smart as you, Tommy.
Love. It was that barmaid. I'll deal with Grace. If you set eyes on her again, you
might kill her. Going for good? I heard there was trouble. Instinct's a funny
thing. See, normally I can tell about a person. But with you Look, the fighting's
about to begin. We should get out of here. We know who you are. Tommy knows as
well. Turned out that copper as good as told him this morning. But I wanted to hear
it from your own lips. I am an agent of the crown. I have the power to arrest and
the right to use force. So, please, step out of my way. Like I say, instinct's a
funny thing. You fell for Tommy for real, didn't you? This gun is loaded. I'm not
afraid of you. I feel sorry for you. Slip of a thing. Thought you'd come in here
and stitch us all up. I mean, we've had some copper's narks in here, but you?
You're the queen of them all. So, who are you? Rich girl, I'd guess. Unionist.
Ulster Volunteer. You thought Fenians, communists, low people they're all the same.
Scum. Then you met Tommy. I'll fight you with my fists and show you how a rich girl
fights. I'm from a tough family, too. Nah. We women have more sense. Why don't you
pour us both a drink? So, am I right? Did you fall for Tommy? Yes. Then I pity you.
I think he'll try to kill me. He's too soft. Soft? Soft. Like you. You saved his
life the night the coppers came. That's why we're drinking, not fighting. We owe
you. What was he likebefore France? He laughed, a lot. He wanted to work with
horses. He won medals. Threw them in the cut. Ah, not a single man came back the
same. You know, after all this is over . . he might forgive you. He might take you
in. You can never tell with men. They go for whoever their dicks point at, and
there's no changing their minds. But I should tell you something. I will never
forgive you. Or accept you. Or take you in. And it's me who runs the business of
the heart in this family. And as far as I'm concerned, you're a snitch from the
Parish. And if you're not gone from this city by tomorrow I'll kill you myself.
Now, go. Maybe what really upsets you is the thought that one day you might lose
him. Tommy. We've had word from Nipper at Hay Mills, and he says the police are
letting them through. And how come all our police have disappeared? Because it was
the police who told Kimber about our plan. And who told the police? You know what,
John? For all I think I'm the smart one I'm guessing it was me. All right, men . .
you were mostly in the war, so you know that battle plans always change and get
fucked up. Well, here it is. Things have changed. We fight them here. Today. Alone.
Now, they're going to come for the pub. They're going to try to break us up for
good. And we'll have no help from the law today. That pub there is called the
Garrison. Well, now it really is one. And it belongs to us, right? Right! How many
are there? Jeremiah says two Riley vans. So I reckon we're outnumbered three to
one. Ah Fuck. But it's us, boys. It's us. The Small Heath Rifles. Never lost a
fight yet, did we? No! All right. Jeremiah. I know you vowed to God to never pick
up a weapon again. But can you ask him from me if you can help us today? God says
he don't deal with Small Heath, sir. Good man. Arthur, Scudboat. You take the
flanks. Just like at St Marie. Sir. Curly, if any Shelby man dies here today, you
bury us side by side. All right. We've about ten minutes. Make your peace with
whoever. We've had a report of a large group of men in vehicles heading towards the
city. Most of them are known to the police, sir. We think a gang fight's about to
break out. I want all officers and constables stood down in the following areas.
Bordesley, Small Heath, Shard End, Greetand Hay Mills. Stood down, sir?
Immediately. And the vehicles approaching the city should not be impeded. What the
hell is going on? Let dog eat dog. Let the beasts devour each other. And then we
shall pick the bones. She's gone, then? You're not accustomed to not getting what
you want, are you, Tommy? You wanted my pub and you took it. You got a fair price.
What I got was an ultimatum. Like you give to everybody. Do it, or else. And yet,
it's funny. Everybody round here, they want you to win this battle. I think, what
it is you're bad men, but you're our bad men. Will you go looking for her? She's in
the past. The past is not my concern. The future is no longer my concern, either.
What is your concern, Tommy? The one minute. The soldier's minute. In a battle,
that's all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is
nothing. Everything after nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute. Didn't
you get enough minutes over there? Seems not, doesn't it? DOOR OPENS Tommy, they're
here. Get your weapons out, boys, and load 'em up. Take your time. Hold 'em up in
the air so as they can see what we've got. All guns and no balls, right, Billy boy?
So, what do we do now? Just give the order. The men that have arrived in Garrison
Lane are armed with rifles. Did you hear me? Their methods of self-destruction are
not my concern. Well, we've also had report of machine gun fire in Saltleigh. The
ravings of an old soldier with shell shock. We only found 24 of those 25 Lewis
guns. If they were to get to use the one You know, when, er when you came here from
Belfast I was overjoyed. I was sick of this force, and I was sick of all the
corruption. When you made that speech about cleaning this place up, I gave a little
cheer inside. You said it was the devil's work to look the other way. I am not
looking the other way, Sergeant Moss. I am looking directly at the events of the
day. And I like what I see. It doesn't have to be like this, Kimber. Too late for
all that. You've bit off more than you can chew, you little toerag. And now I'm
going to take over this shithole. Oh? We have to use guns let's use proper guns.
Sergeant Thorne reporting for duty, sir. You were saying something about being out-
gunned. Move! BABY CRIES What are you doing? I believe you boys call this "no-man's
land. " Ada Shut up and listen. Have you lost your mind? I said shut up! Now, most
of you were in France. So you all know what happens next. I've got brothers and a
husband here but you've all got somebody waiting for you. Now, I'm wearing black in
preparation. I want you to look at me. I want you all to look at me. Who'll be
wearing black for you? Think about them. Think about them right now. And fight if
you want to, but that baby ain't moving anywhere. And neither am I. She's right,
you know. Why should all you men die? It should just be them who's caused it.
VOICES ECHO Don't shoot! You're all right, son. You're all right. Ada, move away.
Don't shoot! Hold your guns up! Enough. Kimber and me fought this battle one on
one. It's over. Go home to your families. Scudboat, Curlypick him up. DOOR OPENS I
want to ask you one question. Then I'll leave. Tommy knows who I am. What did you
say to him? What did you say to him? I told him . . that his heart would be broken
before the day was over. So, it seems . . you've broken two hearts, Grace. As well
as my own. That's it, Tommy, that's it. Bite it, Tommy. Take it. Take it! Hold him
still. That's it, lad. Come on. Come on! That's it. There! I still have the knack.
Have a drink. Right, deep breath. Augh! That's it. It's done. Now we can bury him
properly in the grave we dug for him. Yeah. It's high on a hill. He'll like that.
To Danny Whizz-Bang. Danny. May we all die twice. To Danny Whizz-Bang. Danny Whizz-
Bang. Come on. The day is ours, let's celebrate. Well? Who won? A Mr William Kimber
has been found dead with a gunshot wound. So, I'm guessing that means the Peaky
Blinders won. Sir. Also, the communist agitator Freddie Thorne was taken from his
transport by armed men. Since there were no police officers on the street at the
time following your orders he managed to escape easily and is now at large. The
prison officers said they recognised the men. They were Peaky Blinders as well,
sir. I mean, we could go down there and make a few arrests but, er, no-one will
have seen anything. And there were no officers there to witness, so . . the Shelbys
will get away with murder. Just like they always have.
Some things never change. Eh, sir? ROWDY CELEBRATION Get us some of that! Come
here, son. Wey! Keep it going! A toast A toast, to Shelby Limited! Shelby! He's got
sons. Should we find work for them? No. Let them be. Let them find ordinary work
like ordinary men. Could you put me through to Mr Churchill, please? Yes, sir. Sir
I have made a decision about my future. Everyone's leaving town. Tommy, you're
hurt. I'm fine. What exactly can I say? I don't know, Grace. I could tell you who I
really am. I think I know who you are. And you know who I am. The circumstance is
not important. Circumstance? Is all it is. Just uniform. Yeah. Someday I will throw
this gun in the canal. Why not now? Here it comes, Tommy. I love you. And there it
goes, Grace. Away it goes. We can say it as much as we like . . but there's no
chance. I'll be in London one week. This address. Finish your business here and
join me. I have an idea. DOOR OPENS There he is Tommy. Drink? Not whisky. If you
check behind the bar you will find a bottle of champagne. The one she bought. Today
was a good day. All of Kimber's men were busy here, so the Lee boys took all the
pitches at the Worcester races. It couldn't have gone better if we'd planned it.
Shelby Brothers Limited are now the third largest legal race track operation in the
country. Cheers! Only the Sabinis and the Solomons are bigger than us, boys. And
all my family is here to celebrate. To Shelby Brothers Limited. Shelby! Brothers!
Cheers. There'll be others. To the others. All of them. "Love Is Blindness" by Jack
White # Love is blindness # I don't wanna see # Won't you wrap the night # Around
me # Oh, my heart # Love is blindness # 'Dear Grace 'Without a secretary, I write
my own letters 'and I write without malice. 'I learnt long ago to hate my enemies.
'But I've never loved one before. 'The idea of New York is interesting 'but I have
worked so hard for this day, 'for this victory. 'I have responsibilities here 'for
people I need to protect and people who I love. 'Before the war, when I had an
important decision to make, 'I used to flip a coin. 'Perhaps that is what I will do
again. 'Polly tells me you fell in love for real 'and Polly is never wrong about
matters of the heart. 'I will give you my decision within three days. 'All my love.
Thomas Shelby. ' # Oh, I'm too numb to feel # Blow out the candle # Blindness. #
GUNSHOT # Love is blindness # I'm so sick of it # I don't wanna see # Why don't you
just take the night # Wrap it all around me, now? # Oh, my love # Blindness # Oh,
love is blindness # Oh, I'm too numb to feel. #

Season 2 Episode 1
I'll be in London one week, at this address. Finish your business here and join me.
'Dear Grace 'Before the war, when I had an important decision to make, 'I used to
flip a coin. 'Perhaps that is what I will do again. ' I've lain with the devil
Cursed God above Forsaken heaven To bring you my love To bring you my love To bring
you my love To bring you my love. THEME: "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave & The
Bad Seeds Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the
viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the
border fires In the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past
the square Past the bridge Past the mills Past the stacks On a gathering storm
comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand. . . and
give him peace. Amen. Amen. I promised my friend Freddie Thorne that I'd say a few
words over his grave if he should pass before me. I made this promise before he
became me brother-in-law - when we were in France, fighting for the King. Amen. And
in the end it wasn't war that took Freddie. Pestilence took him. Come here. But
Freddie passed on his soul and his spirit to a new generation before he was cruelly
taken. We thought, now Freddie's gone, you might come back to Birmingham. God, do
you know how funny it is that you've got chauffeurs in uniform now? It's just for
the occasion, Ada. Do you know how unfair it is that you've got four Bugattis when
half the country's starving? So now they've made you ashamed of us, eh? Sometimes
when I think how I used to be, it makes me embarrassed. Karl's with his cousins. I
caught 'em trying to pinch flowers off a grave. Ada, are you coming home? I'm going
home. It's all right, Poll. We make Ada embarrassed. That's not what I said.
There's another reason we want you home. We're planning an expansion. I'm taking
premises in London ~ Tommy, it's a funeral, business can wait. ~ Polly, if Ada was
weeping then I'd stop. But she's not. The expansion means it's going to be
dangerous to be a Shelby in London for a while. Yeah, well, I'm not a Shelby
anymore. And I'm not a Thorne now, either. I'm free. I've got to get Karl home. I
told you. Let me do it. It's all right. I'll have some men watch her house till the
danger passes. "Till the danger passes"? That'll be the bloody day. It happened at
exactly 7am. Nobody saw anything. Our patrols were not in the area. Mr Shelby, have
you got any idea who might've done it? I'd say it was something to do with the gas.
It's just been fitted. Madam, the structure's not yet declared safe. Madam! This is
all over the place. Confetti. You can go. Right. Who? Who did this to us? Whisky.
Irish. I heard there was a bit of a bang in your part of town. Gas and electric
don't mix. Who'd have thought they would, eh? How's business otherwise, Mr Shelby?
You know something? In these times of hunger and hardship, business is surprisingly
good. Which one of you is the Peaky Blinder devil? Gentlemen. I drank some dirty
water Shook evil hands I done some bad things They get easier to do And then I
wrote a nasty letter And I sent it to the Lord I said, "Don't you dare come and
bother me no more" Oh Oh, oh, oh Oh Oh, oh, oh Finn! Get in here. Finn! Hold the
phone. Come here. ~ Take the odds. ~ Yeah, sure. Polly. Did he say who did it? He's
gone to the Black Lion. On his own? Tommy does everything on his own. ~ Should I go
to the Black Lion? ~ What? ~ Should I go there and see him? ~ No. Where the fuck is
Arthur? Protecting the Garrison's whisky from the police. For fuck's sake! Polly,
it feels a little bit to me like things are getting out of hand. So get 'em in
hand. Do you know what Ada said to me this morning? She said we all look like we
work in a factory under the ground. She said we look like ghosts. She'll be back.
When? When she needs us. And anyway, who the fuck would blow up our pub? ~ Six. ~
Six what? Six questions since you walked through the door. Soon you're going to
have to start being the man with the answers. Why? Seven. Because when London
happens, you'll have to hold up your end or we'll find somebody else who can.
Thomas Shelby. You blew up my pub. Anger defeats fear, good. You blew up my pub.
Tommy has a reputation to uphold. A reputation for not being scared of anything. In
all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with. So tell me, which brand of
rebel are you, eh? I read somewhere that you Paddies started fighting amongst
yourselves, now. The King offers you a peace treaty and you start a war about it.
That's funny, don't you think? A war about peace. So are you for the treaty or
against the treaty? Forgive me, I get confused. You are one decision away from
death, Mr Shelby. So stop fucking smiling. Your name is Irene O'Donnell. You have a
son at the Cherry Wood Road School in Harborne. He has irons on his legs, his name
is Sean, he comes last in every race, poor boy. Poor boy if the race was important.
Do you know what I mean, Irene O'Donnell? There are other ways of carrying out this
mission. Please allow me to put a bullet in this scum tinker's head. No. He
researches his enemies, that's why he's been chosen. I am chosen? I'm chosen. Can
the chosen one smoke? A vacancy has appeared and you're going to fill it. Chosen by
whom? By an informed consensus. I have things to do. So perhaps you could tell the
chosen one what he's been chosen for. From now on, Mr Shelby, you shut your fucking
Gypsy mouth and listen to your instructions. Fuck! I need the area round the co-
operative stables clear of coppers between midnight and four tonight. Right. Could
I ask why? Well, whatever it is you're going to do, don't start any fires. The
firemen go out on strike at midnight. That's all. You can go. I've got some
information you might be interested in. No charge. There's an old friend of ours
coming back to the city. Just passing through, he says. He's very grand these days.
He's head of some secret department - the Irish Desk. So I doubt he'll be bothering
with the likes of us, eh? I'll say good night, Tom. I want to speak to a
representative! Father! Father! It was the Ulsterman, the man with the wolf head!
Get the fuck off me! You must reconcile yourself with the fate that awaits. I
demand to speak to a representative of His Majesty the King! Make your peace with
God. A representative of His Majesty the King! ~ Father. ~ Come on. Where are you
going? Does someone here have business with the King? Major Campbell. About time. I
am a very busy man, Governor. In seven and a half minutes, the man in that cell is
due to be hanged for murder. The murder of an Irish activist in Whitechapel. Does
the case ring any bells, Major Campbell? No, Governor, I hear no bells. Since
yesterday morning, he's been claiming that the murder was ordered by the British
Secret Intelligence Service. It's a little late to be coming up with nonsense like
that, don't you think? He was told if he kept his mouth shut there would be a last-
minute pardon, which has not materialised. Forgive me, Governor, but what business
is this of mine? He says the man who hired him was an Intelligence Service Chief of
Staff, an Ulsterman. Carries a cane with a wolf-head handle, a bullet wound in his
right leg. No Still no bells. Governor . . you have a very clear remit. Part of
that remit is to oversee the smooth completion of executions sanctioned by the
Crown. And in the next four minutes it is your duty to escort that man . . to the
gates of hell. Is that clear? Andif you should ever have the desire to discuss this
matter with anyone else . . I know where you live. Arthur, Tommy's called a family
meeting. Arthur! He just beat the shit out of an apprentice. I had to take half the
kid away in buckets. Arthur! Come on. Sit down, Finn. ~ Where the bloody hell is
Tommy? ~ He's on his way. All right then, while we're waiting patiently Whisky -
left over from the explosion. It's good stuff, as well. Right Before Tommy gets
here, I think there's a few things we need to get straight between the rest of us.
YOU think? Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to know . . when did we all take a vote on this
expansion south? If you have anything to say, you wait for Thomas. Polly's fucking
right. I see all the books. Legal and off track. Sort of stuff you don't see. And
in the past year the Shelby Company Limited has been making £150 a day. Right? A
fucking day. Sometimes more. So what I want to know is why are we changing things?
Polly, look what's happened already. We haven't even set foot in London yet and
they've already blown up our fucking pub. ~ Who said anything about cockneys? ~ Who
else? Do you know who did it, do you? No, she doesn't know who did it. I'm told
only family are allowed to speak. Everyone's allowed to speak. On your feet, Esme,
let's hear what you have to say. I speak for our household. ~ So ~ John, this
company is a modern enterprise and believes in equal rights for women. On your
feet, Esme. I'm not a blood member of this family but perhaps, indeed, because I'm
NOT a member I can see things in a different light. So I'll get to my point. That
would be nice. As my husband said, Shelby Company Limited is now very successful.
But London I have kin in Shepherd's Bush and Portobello. It's more like wars
between armies down there. And the coppers fight side-by-side with them. And there
are foreigners of every description . . and the use of bombs is the least of it. I
have a child, blessed with the Shelby family good looks. I want John to see him
grow up. I want us to someday live somewhere with fresh air and trees and keep
chickens or something. But London is just smoke and trouble, Thomas. "Thomas"?
That's all I have to say. That was a lot of words, a lot of words. Wash them down
with a nice drink. Thank you, Esme. Firstly, the bang in the pub was nothing to do
with London. Understood? The bang
is something I'm dealing with on my own. Secondly, we've nothing to fear from the
proposed business expansion so long as we stick together. And after the first few
weeks, nine tenths of what we do in London will be legal. The other tenth is in
good hands. Isn't that right, Arthur? That's right. Now, some of you in this room
have expressed their reservations. Fair enough. Any of you who want no part in the
future of this company, walk out the door . . right now. Go raise your chickens.
For those of you with ambition . . the expansion process begins tomorrow. Tomorrow?
I'm company treasurer, you should speak to me first. It's Newmarket tomorrow, third
busiest day of the year. We have 18 staff. Who you trust with 200 quid takings? Oh,
I changed the combination. So what's going on, Thomas? Who'd you meet at the Black
Lion? Give me the combination, Polly. Polly, give me the combination! What happened
to the pub is Irish business. We're in a situation where, for everyone's safety,
it's best if some things remain undisclosed. So why tomorrow? Like you say,
tomorrow's Newmarket. All the London bosses will be at the races. What, so you just
roll up and take the city? No, we take the opportunity to show our hand. The
Italian gangs and the Jewish gangs have been at war in London for six months. It's
not our war. The Jews have been having the worst of it. They need allies. ~ Yeah,
but we don't. ~ We need a foothold at the southern end of the Grand Union. The Jews
control Camden Town. Your mother said, "It's his cleverness that'll kill him. " No-
one gets killed, Polly. We go down tomorrow when it's quiet and we leave our
message. If Alfie Solomon and his Camden boys come to us, we'll negotiate the use
of a secure bonded warehouse and then our legal activities in London can begin. Now
please, open the fucking safe. Do you know, it was a fine speech you made in
there . . about this company believing in equal rights for women. But when it comes
to it, you don't listen to a word we say. Maybe you don't trust us. She was one
woman, Thomas. Well, maybe it's time you forgot about her. Forgot about who? You
and the boys, go and get yourselves killed. Are you going to London now? No,
there's something I have to do first. Oh, I've got a typewriter like that. I got it
out of a catalogue. I'm doing a correspondence course. I'm learning to do it with
my eyes shut. It's a test you have to do. Will you come back before you go? No. I
wish, just once, you wouldn't pay me, as if we were ordinary people. Yeah. Let's
begin. Hands on the table. Tonight we have two new pilgrims joining us. So, let's
welcome them. Starting with you. Who is it that you're seeking to reach? My
husband. He was taken six months ago by the influenza. I tried to reach him through
Mrs Breach at Sparkhill but she kept getting his middle name wrong. Don't talk
about Mrs Breach in this house. She's an un-sanctified charlatan. And you? Who do
you seek? Well, the truth Sorry, the truth is, I'm not even sure she's dead. So I
came here to find out. Er You see, my son and my daughter were taken from me when
they were very small - taken by the parish authorities. And I never knew what
happened to them. But lately I've had a feeling. Like, a feeling I can't put it
into words. And I keep having a dream. I see a pretty girl, about 18 years old. And
she's standing across the street . . and she tells me she's passed over. Now, my
daughter would have been 18 this year. On May 15th. And this girl has dark eyes
like mine. And she shoutsand shouts. And she tells me she wants to talk to me
because I'm her mother. Now, I don't even know what name they gave her after they
stole her from me. But if she does want to say goodbye I thought this would be the
place. You're wearing the Black Madonna. You're Gypsy? The part of me that dreams
is Gypsy. My maiden name is Shelby. So . . perhaps you could do me first. No! No!
NO! No But if you come And all the flowers are dying And I am dead As dead I well
may be You'll come and find The place where I am lying And kneel and say An "Ave"
there for me And I will know Though soft ye tread above me And then my grave Will
richer, sweeter be And you'll bend down And tell me that you love me And I will
rest in peace Until you come to me. Eamonn Duggan? All right, Tommy's here. Hang
on! John! I'm coming! I got it from the doctor - it keeps me nice and calm. Same
thing they gave us in the trenches to stop us fucking wanking. Polly said it's good
for me temper. ~ It slows me down, Tom. ~ Arthur there are some things Polly
doesn't understand. I need you fast. Not slow, eh? She wouldn't let go of my
fucking leg. ~ I bet that's not all she wouldn't let go of! ~ Right. You know she's
against this, Tom. She's got opinions. Nothing wrong with opinions, John. ~ Get in
the fucking car. ~ Shut up! Right! The Peaky Blinders are going on fucking holiday!
Sit down, you mad bastard. You're against this the same as me, aren't you? Look out
for anyone putting big money on Divine Star in the 3:30 at Newmarket. She's one of
ours. Anything over £1, tell me. Polly I don't wish to pry into your business but
you should know something. That woman is a trickster. What woman? Her sister was in
the wash house early, boasting there'd been a Shelby at the table. What woman?
Gypsies talk to each other. What woman? You went to see Mrs Price in the Patch last
night. I'm sorry So what do you know? I know they push the glass. The man, it's her
cousin. He pushes the glass. It's a trick. They tell you what you already believe.
She set up after the war because of all the widows. Polly, I just thought you
should know. And in this fucking wash house, did they tell you why I went there?
You tell a soul in this family, and I swear I will cut you. I don't need a knife to
stop me telling secrets given in confidence. It is a matter of honour. Look at
this! Look. I love it. Your Esme was right about one thing - you can't beat the
countryside. You know, I think I want to live in the country one day . . and keep
chickens. Yeah, we'll see you in London, Arthur. ~ Oh, for fuck's sake! ~ Take
these. We need to bury him. Who the fuck is that? It's Irish business. I thought it
best if I deal with it on my own. Come on, we did a thousand of these in France.
John, grab his head. So, we're not really going to London? Once we bury him, then
the holiday begins. Much obliged. It's a fucking freak show. What the fuck is that
racket? ~ This is what they call music these days, brother. ~ Music?! Oi! Oi! Put
it away. Fuck off! Fucking look at this spot, eh? It's all right, isn't it? Irish
whisky - a bottle. And hurry up! Fucking hell, I recognise a few of these lads.
That's Sabini's cousin, over there. That's right, Arthur, it's Sabini's club. Jesus
Christ, everybody in here's a fucking face. Just the lieutenants, John. No sign of
the officers. Right, let's line them up. Holiday! Gentlemen, there's been a
mistake. I'm afraid you're going to have to leave. We just bought a fucking bottle.
Some of the men here recognise you from the racetracks in the north. Yeah, we get
that a lot. They say you have no business coming south of the line without prior
agreement. And what line would that be, my friend? They say this is provocation.
Right, well, you tell them we're on holiday. You're breaking the rules. They say
you are the Peaky Blinders Peaky scum! Who the fuck's next? Come here! Put some ice
on 'em! Get out. Yeah? Yeah? Are you going to use that? Didn't think so. We came
here not to make enemies No! We came here to make new friends. Those of you who are
last will soon be first. And those of you who are downtrodden will rise up. Yip.
You know where to find us. I think I've lost a tooth. I'll have none left at this
rate! Some fucking holiday this is. Yeah? You all right without your fucking
medicine, Arthur? ~ Here, this'll fix you. ~ Give me that! You, John boyeh? How are
you? ~ Or should I ask your fucking wife? ~ Oh, give over! No more talk of
chickens, do you hear me? Fuck the chickens. I've 50 quid in me pocket. Let's paint
the town, eh? Come. ~ Oh, dear God! ~ Good Lord, I assumed it was Betty with tea.
Forgive me, sir, but your secretary was not at the desk. No, because she takes
lunch - like normal people. And you can turn around, this lady is a professional
life model. She does this for a living. I'm more than happy to come back later,
sir. No, no, no. Later on I'm in the house. Just, erm . . keep your back turned, if
you must. I would guess you haven't been exposed to Bohemian society, Major? Well,
IIplay cards on occasion. You're a stranger to cocaine and exotic dancing, too, I
imagine. I find the more obvious vices the easiest to resist. It's the sneaky
little obscure ones that bring you to your knees, yes? So what business is so
urgent it trumps lunch? Well, sir, our man in Birmingham has passed his first test
with flying colours. Oh, I'm horrible at faces. So I think we can begin to prepare
him for the bigger task. ~ Expressions elude me, I think too much. ~ Sir? I need
your authority to proceed with all urgency in preparing the new man for the bigger
task. You're talking about your bookmaker. Yes, sir. You have a history with this
man. Why did you choose him? To apply pressure on a man for this type of work you
have to know his weaknesses and I know this man's weaknesses intimately. And after
"mission accomplished", do we trust him to keep his mouth shut? Absolutely not,
sir. So when he's served his purpose, he will be consigned to history in exactly
the same way as his predecessor. You mean at the end of a rope? Well, the end of
the rope has been this man's destiny since the night he was born. You're early.
Shut your eyes, Lizzie. What? Shut your eyes. Go on, shut your eyes. Good. Now,
come with me. No, shut your eyes! ~ This way. ~ What are you doing, Tom? You've got
to sit down here. Right Sit down. Now, OK
~ Type this. ~ Why? Lizzie, type this. "If wi" Put your cigarette down. Right. "If
winter comes" ". . then can spring be far behind?" Why?! Did you say spring?
Lizzie, what comes after winter? Let's see. That's a question. Where's the question
mark? Put in the question mark. Now type this. "Wanted - secretary for expanding
business. " Slow down! "Must be able to take dictation and touch-type. " "Five days
a week. "Eight pounds and four shillings a month. "Must be able to start
immediately. " Are you serious? Things are starting to happen, Lizzie. I need
someone who can look the other way sometimes. And you can stop the other work too,
Lizzie. All of it this time. No exceptions. Eight o'clock, Monday morning, the
upstairs office. Don't be late. Newmarket was profitable. Arthur told me how you
left your message. And when I asked him where his medicine was, he said you poured
it away. All I poured away was opium and bromide. Oh, that's how it works in
London, isn't it? Every boss has to have a mad dog at his side. Yeah, somebody who
can't be predicted, somebody mad in the head. But Thomas Shelby uses his own
brother. ~ Stop fucking fighting me! ~ Somebody has to. That arrived an hour ago.
There's no name on it but it comes from Camden Town. I was going to burn it. I
should have. Well done, Tommy, you've picked a side. Now you're at war with Sabini.
Ada, are you coming for a drink? No, the woman upstairs is looking after Karl. She
goes mad if I'm late! Ada Shelby? No. Your brother broke the rules. I don't have a
fucking brother. Me and my friends here need a bit of female company. ~ Let's go
for a drive. ~ No! ~ Hold her steady, boys. ~ Get off! Fucking hold him! Tommy
Shelby, I missed you at my club. I was at the races. Sabini. Don't say my name.
Jesus! Franco, take my name out of his mouth. While you're in there, do a bit of
digging for gold. Pay for the petrol. You see how much I know about you? I even
know what's in your fucking mouth. Look at me. Look at me! Look at me. You take up
with the Jews. Yeah, you think that's what London's all about. You can just come
down, pick a side. You fucking clown! Now your life is over. My face is the last
thing you'll ever see on earth. Your mistake. You remember that when you get to
hell. Finish him off. I suppose we should see if the bastard's still alive. On a
gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right
hand.

Season 2 Episode 2
What happened to the pub is Irish business. Shut your gypsy mouth and listen to
your instructions. Eamonn Duggan? My son and my daughter were taken from me when
they were very small. We're planning an expansion. I'm taking premises in London.
The Italian gangs and the Jewish gangs have been at war in London. The Jews have
had the worst of it. They need allies. We take the opportunity to show our hand.
That arrived an hour ago. There's no name on it, but it comes from Camden Town.
Well done, Tommy. Now you're at war with Sabini. ~ Ada Shelby? ~ No. ~ Your brother
broke the rules. Sabini. My face is the last thing you'll ever see on earth. See if
the bastard's still alive. Please don't reproach me For, for how empty My life has
become I don't know what really happened I watched your disappointment At being
misunderstood I-I-I Forgive you. It's all right, Miss Shelby. We work with Tommy.
We're Peaky Blinders. My name is not Shelby! Ready for a visitor, Mr Shelby? No.
I'm here on the King's orders. I'm afraid I must insist. Ah, you paid extra for
daylight. The racketeering business must be booming. Are you not going to thank me
for saving your life? Pass my cigarettes? Three nights ago, at the co-operative
stables in Montague Street, there was a murder. A man named Duggan. The Oxfordshire
constabulary found his body in a shallow grave. I need to piss. Nurse? I know that
it was you who carried out the murder of Mr Duggan. Oh, by the way Grace, she went
to New York. A place called, er Poughkeepsie. She's married now. To a banker. He's
rich. I am sure she is very happy. You have been under my microscope for some weeks
now. I have been observing every move you make. That is why I was on hand to save
your life. I imagine being shot by a woman hurts the same as being shot by a man.
Just a bit more shameful. You know, Mr Campbell, when I got shot they gave me a
medal. Yeah. (No medal for you I bet. ) Mr Shelby our reunion . . is part of a very
carefully worked out plan, which has been in place for some time now. Every time
you lean on that stick I bet you see her face. As a result of the information in my
possession, I can charge you with murder at any time and provide two impeccable
crown witnesses whose testimony will lead you directly to the gallows. You are on
my hook, Mr Shelby. And from this moment forward . . you belong to me. So, get well
quickly. I'll be in touch the moment I hear you can piss standing up. Then I will
send you your instructions. Curly, you left the gate open? No, I locked it. I
pinched myself when I did it. Get this stuff under cover. Hey! Who goes there?
Tommy? Curly, get that oil you put on the legs when they go lame. Are you fucking
mad, Doyle? The yellow stuff. Go on. They said you'd be in for another three weeks.
I need to get on a boat to London. Tonight. You discharged yourself? I'm a fucking
sitting duck in there, Charlie. Sabini could send a man at any time. I need to get
some things done. You're burning up. ~ Here. ~ Oh, Tommy! That stuff's for rubbing
into fucking horses. Ha! I am a horse. If you were a horse, they'd shoot you with
this many broken bones. Get the black powder, Curly. Go. The black powder. You pay
for a bloody hospital and you're using witchcraft? I need to sleep in the open air
and feel the boat under me, Charlie. Oh, Tommy. You're just like your mother. Do
you have a boat here? Only the January. She's heavy. London will take four days.
That'll do. Can you spare Curly? He'll be my doctor. Then God help you. You have
tobacco, Curly? And tea and whisky. We'll have you running around like a colt. Get
him aboard. I'll fill her up. If I sleep all the way, it's Camden Town we're
heading for. What business do you have in Camden Town, Tommy? Tell Polly she's in
charge while I'm away. If I don't come back, tell her she's in charge for good. The
ceiling is moving Moving in time Like a conveyor belt Above my eyes When under
ether The mind comes alive But conscious of nothing But the will to survive
Something's inside me Unborn and unblessed Disappears in the ether This world to
the next Disappears in the ether One world to the next Human kindness. You hungry
yet, Tommy? You know what, Curly? I think I am. Where are we? Heathrow. One more
day and we'll be there. I'll put something in the pan. Can you steer? Give it a go.
You're almost there, too, Tommy. Fucking hell, lads. Calm down. Put him down,
Ollie. Put him down, mate. He's only little. You on your own? Seems so. You're a
brave lad, ain't you? You want to take a look at my bakery? We bake all sorts here
mate, yeah. Did you know we bake over 10,000 loaves a week? Can you believe it? We
bake the white bread, we bake the brown bread. We bake all sorts. Would you like to
try some? Bread? Yeah? All right. What would you like, brown or white? Try the
brown. Brown, right. Not bad "Not bad," eh? "Not bad. " It's fucking awful, that
stuff. The fucking brown stuff is for the workers. The white stuff, now that IS for
the bosses. Come look. I've heard very bad, bad, bad things about you Birmingham
people. You're Gypsies, right? So what, do you live in a fucking tent or a caravan?
I came here to discuss business with you, Mr Solomons. Well rum's for fun and
fucking, innit? So, whisky, now that That is for business. Let's talk first, eh?
Suit yourself. They say you had your life saved by a policeman. I have policemen on
my payroll. I don't like policemen because policemen, they can't be trusted. Mr
Sabini uses policeman all the time. That's why he's winning the war in London and
you are losing it. A war ain't over until it's over, mate. You were in the war? I
once carried out my own personal form of stigmata on an Italian. I pushed his face
up against the trench and shoved a six-inch nail up his fucking nose and I hammered
it home with a duck board. It was fucking biblical, mate. So don't come in here and
sit there in my chair and tell me that I'm losing my war to a fucking wop. That war
was a long time ago. You need to be more realistic. "Realistic", yeah? Realistic?
Well, if you weren't losing the war, then you wouldn't have sent me the telegram.
Really? You forget your fucking telegram. The telegram just said, "Hello. " Very
simple, you want to sell me something. What? ~ We join forces. ~ Fuck off. No!
Categorical. Fucking ridiculous. Mr Solomons. Your distillery provides one-tenth of
your income. Protection is another 10%. And the rest you make from the race tracks.
I know you keep a gun in the drawer. I know you keep it beside the whiskey. I know
you offer a deal or death. I know what I'm saying makes you angry. But I am
offering you a solution. You see, Mr Sabini is running all your bookies off your
courses. And he is closing down the premises that take your rum. And people don't
trust your protection anymore. You're the bloke who shot Billy Kimber, right? You
did, you fucking shot him. That's you. You fucking betrayed him, mate. So it'd be
entirely appropriate to do what I am thinking in my head to you right now. I can
offer you 100 good men. All with weapons. And a new relationship with the police.
Intelligence. Intelligence is a very valuable thing, innit, my friend? And usually
it comes far too fucking late. Let's say I shot you already, right, in the fucking
face. And the bullet goes bone, mush, bone, cabinet over there. Which is a shame,
innit, cos that cabinet's fucked now and I got to get shot of it. So, what I'd do
is this It's fucking simple, mate. I cut that cabinet in half, don't I? I do I just
literally I cut I cut the cabinet literally in half, mate. And I take one half of
the cabinet, all right, and put it into a barrel and I take the other half of the
cabinet in all its pieces and I put that into another barrel, right? And I send
this barrel off to Mandalay. And the other barrel off to somewhere like I don't
know Timbuktu. ~ You ever been? ~ No. No? Would you like to go? No. You know, I
always thought that you'd have a great, big, fucking gold ring in your nose. I'm
sorry, go on. Tell us your plan. Ada. How the fuck did you find me? What, are you
reading Polly's letters? Polly showed me the letter. Look, you think you're safe
because you moved flat, but you're not. ~ Polly thinks the same. ~ When will you
understand? ~ I just want you all out of my life. ~ Ada, look at us, eh? ~ And
it'll happen again. ~ Yeah, well, next time I'll be ready. In fact, I want them to
try again cos I'll shoot their balls off! ~ Ada, put the fucking gun away. ~ Get
away from me, I'm late for work. All right, fine. Fine. Just take this. Take it.
Where you're living now is right on the edge of Sabini's territory and all the
coppers round there work for him. I've got a lot of money coming in that I can't
put through the banks. My accountant says the best thing is to buy property for
cash and put it in the name of a family member. A house? A whole house? It's all
yours. Four storeys, eight bedrooms, kitchen, scullery Rooms for a maid, if your
political conscience will allow. At least go and have a look, eh? Shoot the fucking
lot of them. Mr Sabini? The police are here. Tell them to wipe their feet. So why
do I have to tell YOU everything? We can't search every train that comes into
London. They don't use trains, they use boats. The boatmen are all Gypsies. He's a
fucking Gypsy. Why do we have to tell them everything? OK, we can't search every
boat. Lucky for me I have a boy in the Jews' rum house. The Gypsy went to meet
Solomons. And after, they drank whisky and shook hands and then Alfie gave him some
salt or some such kike thing that means peace. What exactly d'you want us to do, Mr
Sabini? Did you bring dog shit in here on your shoes? Check, have a look. I can
smell something. You've got photographs of this Tommy Shelby, though, right? We
have military ID photographs from his time with the Warwickshire Yeomanry. Shelby
won medals. OK, so you've
got his fucking photo. If he shows his face in Camden Town, your coppers lift him.
All right? You know . . sometimes when I smell something, it's something that's not
real, it's something more like a Like a premonition. It's like sometimes I smell
something, but it's not a smell, it's just . . something isn't right. Mr Sabini,
we'll do everything we can to deal with this man. Deal? Did you say, "Do a deal"? I
didn't mean that. Fuck. Fuck. ~ You've been fucking got at. ~ No, you're being
ridiculous. Somebody's fucking sat you down. Somebody's fucking sat you down and
talked to you! ~ Mr Sabini ~ We should go. This fucking Gypsy has sat down with the
fucking coppers! ~ Mr Sabini. ~ You fucking . . and you're taking with both fucking
hands - off of me and off of him! OK. So now YOU fucking follow Shelby. You fucking
follow him and you finish him! Oh Oh, shit! I told yous, boys, 'ere she is. What
the bloody hell is going on? When did you get back? I didn't want to miss your
birthday, Pol. Back to work. How d'you know it's my birthday? Nobody ever knows.
Ah, it's different this year. John, Finn, bring the car round. ~ Where are we
going? ~ To unwrap your birthday present. After you. Good morning! ~ You said you
were gonna buy Ada a house. ~ Yep, that's right, I did. Just had a bit of cash left
over. This is ours? No, Polly . . this is yours. Cos you deserve it. What would I
do with all these rooms? Well, you couldrelax for one. Come here at weekends. It
has a garden, eh? You love gardens. You can grow roses, Pol. I don't know, have a
piano. Have people round, they can have a singsong, eh? ~ God help the bloody
neighbours(!) ~ Fuck the neighbours. Welcome home, Pol. Arthur, why don't you take
the boys outside and wait by the car. Pol I know you haven't been happy for a
while. And I know why. Esme is all right, you know? She's got a good heart, she
has. I've spoken to her . . and she told me. Told you what? She told me what it is
that would make you happy. I've spoken to our contacts in the police. They have
contacts in the council, and they have contacts with the people who keep the parish
records. Records of adoptions . . and of confidential forced removals. Now, with
your permission . . I'd like to grease a few palms and take a look at the records
they never showed you. Pol I am going to find your son and daughter and I'm gonna
bring them home. That's what this house is for. So that YOU can bring your family
home where they belong. We're moving up, Pol. Go have a look what you think. Can
you hear that? 'Gah!' Silence at last. ~ And it belongs to us. ~ 'Gah' 'Mummy'
What's in there? MUSIC: Pull A U by The Kills Black magic and your two dollar Black
magic and your two dollar All right Oh Uh Ooh. Still here? Well, there's a lot
coming in and a lot going out. Well, as long as there's more coming in, we're all
right. This came for you today. It's all the way from America, New York. Somewhere
called Poughkeepsie? And the decorators doing The Garrison want paying. Arthur
forgot and pulled a gun when they asked, so they've stopped and everything's green.
All right, well, just pay it. Oh, and we need to put an advert in the Mail -
"Garrison: Grand Reopening. " Oh, and you said there's a letter that had to go
today. Special delivery. I wrote it in the diary. Yes I haven't written it out yet.
Well, you can just tell me and I'll write it down. I've learnt shorthand. Fair
enough. Dear Mr Churchill Has your pencil broken? No. No, do go on. Dear Mr
Churchill I've been approached by an agent of the Crown to carry out a task, as yet
unspecified. 'His name is Major Campbell and I believe he reports to you. '
'Therefore, I decided to make direct contact with you 'to make sure that certain
things are clearly understood. ' ' "Mr Churchill, you should know that I am a
former British soldier ' "and if you look at my war record, ' "you will see that I
fought bravely at Verdun and at the Somme' "Also, you will see that my actions at
Mons "saved thousands of Allied lives. "I know that you resigned your ministerial
position "and the safety of an office "to go and fight on the front line with the
men. "I read that you fought bravely, Mr Churchill. "Therefore, I hope I will be
treated in any dealings we have "with a degree of respect, soldier to soldier. "My
demands are slight and my sacrifice in service of my country "will no doubt once
again be great. "Yours sincerely, Thomas Shelby. " Military Medal and the DCM
Distinguished Conduct Medal. Hands up in this room, those who were at the Somme.
Those who were at the Battle of Verdun? Thomas Shelby was a tunneller. His demand
is rather amusing. He has asked that the Colonial Office grant him an Empire export
licence. Specifically a licence covering India, Malay Peninsula, Canada and Russia.
He plans to transport certain manufactured goods from Birmingham to the Poplar
Docks. And you plan to agree to this demand? Dear God, Major Campbell We will be
asking this man to carry out an assassination on behalf of the Crown, once more
risking his life. These demands by comparison are slight and easily met with a few
quiet words over lunch with the appropriate ministers. Sirwith the greatest respect
Thomas Shelby is a murdering . . cut-throat, mongrel, gangster. And yet, the
tunnels were dug beneath our feet to silence the guns pointed at our heads. Get
Thomas Shelby's details from Campbell and get some kind of royal appointment stamp.
Temporary. ~ Temporary? ~ Just until the deed is done. Agreed, Major Campbell? And
then I can proceed as discussed? Agreed, sir. Come on, let's go in. Here, pass the
ball! Come on. 'Come on in, boys. Did you have a good game?' 'I'm starving, have
you done anything for lunch?' It'll be on in a minute, in you go. Go in and wash
your hands, boys, all right? 'Come on, mister. ' Mrs Johnson? Yes. Who are you? I'm
from Birmingham Council, Bordesley parish. No-one wrote to me. What d'you want? I
would like to talk about your son, about Henry. Can I come in? I'd rather you
didn't, he doesn't like to talk about this. I see. So what does Henry know about
his real identity, Mrs Johnson? I only deal with Mr Ross from the agency and he
only ever writes, so Why are you here in person? Well, the boy is approaching his
18th birthday. This isn't right! You're not from the council, something isn't
right. Hmm. What does he know, Mrs Johnson? He knows his mother couldn't cope. She
drank too much, she used opium she used to beat him. But that isn't the truth, is
it? Look, I think you should come back when my husband's here. Does he know what
his real name is? His real name is Johnson, Henry Johnson, now I would like you to
go away and come back when my husband's here. The truth is he was taken from his
mother without her permission. ~ Henry, go back inside, please. ~ Who are you? ~
Please, Henry, go on! ~ Your real name is Michael Gray. ~ No! ~ Your real mother
wants to see you. Her address is on the back of this card. She just wants to talk.
~ Go away. ~ She just wants to talk. Go away and leave us alone. Go away! Come on,
let's go back inside. Come on, I'll get you something to eat. Come on, Henry. Come
on Come on. Call yourself a Shelby? Fucking hit him, Finn. Hit him, that's right.
All right, Isiah, your turn. Finn! Call yourself a Shelby? Fucking hit him, for
fuck's sake! Hit him. Get him out of there, get him back! Get him back! Arthur, for
fuck's sake! Get him out of there! Rockfair is down to sixes Right, what happened?
~ It was a fair fight. ~ Yeah. Arthur just caught him with a good 'un. I saw the
body, don't fucking lie to me. I saw the body, what fucking happened? I'm not
family, I'm saying nothing. Arthur . . he's blown a few times lately. Six, seven.
It's like he's not there in the head. He can't even hear "stop". Even his own name.
And then he cries. Right, listen to me. That's two fucking stories. Your brother
killed a boy. There were witnesses, there will be questions, get your story
straight, it was an accident. Fuck off. I spoke to the doctor, he said the kid . .
probably had a weak heart. We'll look after his mother. It'll be fine. Polly said I
should have stuck with the medicine. I said that you know best. It's like a fucking
boat, Tommy. Full of heavy cargo, like coal or iron. Sometimes it slips to one end.
And the boat tips. I can feel it slipping. And I canfeel the boat tipping. But
there ain't nothing I can do about it. It's like me fuckin' head's just like this
fuckin' black fucking barge! And it just fuckingdrifts in and out, in and out Well,
we're home a long time now, Arthur. We've home a long time. ~ I thought you were
all right. ~ Yeah, well I-I-I don't think I am Tommy. Take this fucking thing away
from me. Just fuck off, Arthur. You know what? I've had enough. I've fucking had
enough. Just fuck off. (What?) I'm supposed to treat you like a fucking kid again,
eh? Keep you away from guns and fucking rope, is that it? You think I haven't got
enough on?! ~ Stop it, Tommy. ~ Arthur? ~ You think I haven't got enough on?! ~
Stop it. ~ The war is done! Shut the door on it! ~ Stop it. ~ Shut the door on it,
like I did, eh? ~ Like you do? Can you do that? Yeah? ~ Like I fucking did. ~ I'm
not fucking you. ~ Shut the fucking door, eh? ~ But I'm not fucking you! Iam not
fucking you! Everyone fucking knows it! God! Look at yourself. Eh? Look at
yourself. Take a long, hard, fucking look at yourself. Time for lunch, sir. I
thought we could eat at the desk, like the old days. You remembered. Tongue and
pickle, sir. But it's the single stroke of mustard, that's the thing. ~ Hmm. ~ The
fine detail. Speaking of detail How much is Thomas Shelby paying you in bribes per
week? Hm? Actually, I already know - £2 a week, £8 a month, plus extras for
specific favours. When I left, you were an honest man. And now you're on the Peaky
Blinders' payroll. Shelby is a worm and feeds off the rotten
parts of your mind. He gets in through your ear, with a whisper. He crawls in over
your tongue as you lie to the judge and the pastor. Mr Moss We are entering a
bloody phase of a bloody war with no quarter asked or given. But as of this moment,
you are now back on the side of the angels. Shelby thinks you work for him, but in
truth, you work for me. And I will use you mercilessly. Polly, these are the files
for Michael and Anna Gray. As you can see, one is white . . and one is black. What
you saw in your dreams . . was right. Your daughter is dead. Um You do it, I can't
read it. After Anna was taken from you, she was put with a With a family of a
railway station master in Stafford. Shenever settled. So she kept running away. She
got on a train to Birmingham once Eventually they sent her to Australia . . where
she died of something called spring fever. So my little Anna . . travelled all the
way back across the world to be with me in my dreams? She came all by herself.
Wellthat's one train they couldn't get her off. But, Pol . . Michael is alive. He's
in England . . and I know where he lives, I went there. ~ But, Pol ~ And? OK,
Polly, listen to me. Just listen to me, please. Pol! The woman that he calls
"mother" will never let him come here. Just tell me where he is, Tommy. Polly, if
you go there and you get mad and she gets mad and she calls the police, they will
never let you anywhere near him and the boy will get scared. That's what will
happen, Pol. Polly. ~ Polly ~ You just tell me where he is, Thomas. ~ Tell me where
he is, Thomas! ~ Polly Pulling the gun Pulling the gun is why I can't tell you.
Pol, I'm sorry, you're going to have to wait till he's 18. Till he's old enough to
make his own decision. Wait?! You tell me where he is! If you shoot me, you'll
never know. MUSIC: I Want Some More by Dan Auerbach You got the tenderness that I
been searchin' for Oh, oh, oh, I want some more Mickey! Hurry up, the party's
starting. ~ Good, carry on. ~ Finn, where you going? ~ To talk to Arthur. ~ Right.
~ Arthur? ~ Go away. ~ What's wrong? Why aren't you ready? ~ For what? The
Garrison. The reopening of your pub. It's tonight. ~ Tommy don't want me there. ~
It was Tommy who told me to get you. He says it's your name above that door, ~ so
you've got to be there. ~ No No, look at me. I'm staying away. Go away. Get out. I
told you to go away. Sometimes . . when we boys are feeling blue This is what we
do. It's called Tokyo. It's good stuff, Arthur. It'll help you. For special
occasions. Oh, boys! My fucking Garrison! Take that. Take that an' all. 'Ere you
are, Lizzie. Let me get you a light. There you go, my darling. Jeremiah, I'll be
with you in a second. Oh! Look at the place! ~ You all right? ~ Busier we are, the
faster time passes. Yeah? Arthur Tokyo, it's fuel for races, eh? ~ But you've seen
a doped horse after a race ~ Oh, yeah. Grand openings and race days only, brother.
~ All right? ~ 'Go on then, Tommy!' ~ 'There you go, come on, drink up. ' ~ Boys.
All right, Mick? ~ Tom. ~ Finn! Gimme that. Keep him off the whisky, John. Pol. ~
Ada! I didn't know you were coming. ~ There's Aunt Polly. ~ Aww ~ Hi! Hey, who's
that? ~ D'you want a cuddle? ~ Polly, that's right. ~ Take him. ~ Polly ~ Oh, Ada,
why don't you think about coming home? ~ Hello, Ada. Say you'd Tommy ~ So what do
you think, eh? ~ It's very ~ Gold? ~ Yeah. ~ Hello, Ada. ~ Hello, trouble, how're
you doing? ~ Mmmm ~ Oh, you'respilling my drink! Hey, Arthur, look who it is. So
what d'you want me to say to her? Just talk to her. No-one can get through to her.
Tell her I had no choice. I appreciate this. ~ Hello, brother. ~ Ada, come here,
you! You big bear! Polly? Why don't you come and join us? ~ What? ~ I'm not an
idiot. He asked you to come, didn't he? I don't want conversation, I want an
address. Until I have that . . I've not got anything to say. ~ Now, it's a party! ~
Yeah It is! Oh! ~ And I'm going to enjoy myself. ~ No, Pol, don't be silly. Excuse
me? Would you care to dance? It'dbe my pleasure. My love, pleasure hasn't even
begun. Excuse me? I'm looking for someone called Elizabeth Gray. I was told she
lived here at number 17. I came last night but there was nobody here. So I waited.
What do you want with Elizabeth Gray? I think she might be my mother. On a
gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty, black coat with a red right
hand.

Season 2 Episode 3
The Italian gangs and the Jewish gangs have been at war in London. The Jews have
been having the worst of it. They need allies. Tell us your plan. I can offer you
100 good men. Get him out of there, get him back! Arthur killed a boy. Polly, these
are the files for Michael and Anna Gray. Your daughter is dead. But Pol Michael is
alive. I'm looking for someone called Elizabeth Gray. What do you want with
Elizabeth Gray? I think she might be my mother. An old friend of ours is coming
back to the city. He's head of some secret department the Irish desk. Take a little
walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird
of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie In the border fires In the
humming wires And you know you're never coming back On a gathering storm comes A
tall handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand. He was murdered this
morning in a street show in the Patch. He was Irish. Is he a person of interest to
your department, sir? Do you read the papers? Birmingham papers. I recommend the
Daily Mail. It will broaden your mind. Now, if you read the national press, you
would know that the King has offered the rebel Irish a treaty. Some of the Fenians
want to accept it. The IRA do not. Now, the IRA have a long and glorious
relationship with the garrotte. Oh, dear. Are they fighting amongst themselves, are
they, sir? ~ That will be all. ~ Right, sir. I'm going to be up and down from
London quite a bit. I'm going to need some lodgings. Can you help me with that?
Well, you wouldn't want to stay at the lodgings you had last time though, sir, eh?
Too many bad memories, I suppose. You should understand, Moss, I have no regrets
about my previous mission in this city. No, sir? I imagine you boys have quite a
laugh at my expense. A laugh, sir? You think it's funny that I developed feelings.
No idea what you're talking about, sir. I have no regrets about what happened with
Miss Burgess. No "bad memories". Right, sir. He's losing his bloody mind. Next.
Next. All right then. Name? The Digbeth Kid. The Dig What are you? A boxer? Digbeth
Kid, like Billy the Kid. Spend a lot of time at the pictures, eh? Cowboy pictures?
Tom Mix? Yeah? What are you?! Wait, wait. It's not a real gun. ~ Let's have a look
then, eh? ~ It's made of wood. Bang. Bang. Very nice. Where did you get the gun
belt? My sister made it out of an old blacksmith's apron. My mum did most of the
stitching. She's not my real mum but She does what mothers do. So she made you a
gun belt. All right there, mother's boy. There's the door, on you go. We're looking
for Have you ever been arrested? ~ Yeah. ~ Yeah? ~ No. ~ Good. You're the first
bloke we've had in here today with no criminal record. Arthur, we can stand him up.
Do you know what that means? The new Home Secretary wants something done about
illegal gambling. ~ Damn right. ~ About bloody time. So we help our coppers make
their quota of convictions by having men stood up to be arrested. First offence,
you'll get a week inside. We'll give you five quid for your trouble. How does that
sound, cowboy? Yeah. Good. Write your address down for Finn on your way out. I
can't write. That's all right, Finn can't read. Don't worry. Just tell him your
address and we'll send someone round. If the Sheriff don't run you out of town
first. Good man. Oh, I don't know, Tom. Kids these days. They didn't fight. So
they're different. They stay kids. How was it? I was starving so I would have eaten
anything. But, really, it was super. Super. So, er, are you a cook? Not a cook, no.
The man who came to the house, he was driving a posh car, he looks rich. What does
he do? ~ He works with horses. ~ Really?! ~ I love horses. I've got a bay mare. ~
No! I ride it all the time. Then it's in the blood. I've got about a million
questions. So do I. I've had different pictures in my head. Well, here I am. It's
all right that it's me, isn't it? I don't have any choice. I mean, you are who you
are, aren't you? We don't choose. And that's it. Yeah, that's right. God gave you
to me. People took you away. And it is all right that it's me? Isn't it? In a place
like this. I thought it would be worse. 'Run for the hills! 'It's the Digbeth Kid!'
Get out of town, kid, or I'll shoot your fucking head off! Times up! ~ You're dead,
go down. ~ John! All right then, Polly. Who's this? Gentlemen, this is your cousin.
Polly's son, Michael. ~ Pleased to meet you. ~ John. I'm Arthur. You've already met
me. I used to throw you out of the window so John could catch you. I used to put
you in a shoebox and kick you down Watery Lane. I bet you're glad to be back. I
don't remember any of it. All I remember is the day they took me away. Well, you're
here now, son. Welcome to the Shelby family. ~ Later on, we'll show you the ropes.
~ Yeah, we'll show you what's what. Let's leave him be for now, eh? Come on, boys.
Nice suit. They seem nice. Here he is - Mr Inconspicuous. Corporal Billy Kitchen.
Bloody grand to see you. How are you feeling? I've just come out of bandages
myself. Ready for active service. Thanks for seeing me here, Tommy. It's all right,
Bill. You don't have to stand in line for us. It's men like you we're looking for,
Billy. But you have to pass the medical first. Sheffield mob showed up at Wincanton
trotting track. I took a bullet. When do the bandages come off? When I take 'em
off. One week. Not before. You'll smell no rot. There's no gangrene. It's been a
long time. Eh, Billy? What did you do with your medals? Threw them in the cut. Same
as you. It was never a hardship having you Black Country boys on our left flank.
And you Brummies did all right on our right. Damn right. I want you to be the head
of a brigade, Billy. It'll be Brigadier Kitchen from now on. You'll have 100 men
under your command. And now we've got a member of the Kitchen family on the
payroll, maybe your cousins and brothers will let our boats pass through the Black
Country without being held up and robbed. I don't know what you're talking about.
Go home, Bill. Round up any good men you trust and put the word out. Black Country
boys and Brummie boys are on the same side again. ~ That'll be the bloody day. ~
Well, this is the bloody day. London, man. There for the taking. Tommy, I need to
use the telephone. Polly said you had one in the pub. All right, be quick. I have
business. Sir. Polly said you own this place. She said you own lots of different
businesses. You call her Polly or Mum? I can't get used to calling her Mum yet. ~
Who are you calling? ~ My mother. I mean I know what you mean. And what are you
going to tell her? I'm going to tell her where I am. And now you're going to tell
her you're going home. Polly said I could stay for a few days. ~ You want to stay?
~ I've only just arrived. What age are you, Michael? up to you, right? I'm 18 in a
few weeks. I make up my own mind. You smoke? No. Drink? You're going to call your
mother and tell her you're getting the next train home. When you get there, you're
going to write a letter to Polly saying when you're 18 you'll come back here and
sort things out. I just told you. I make up my own mind. Do you know what we do,
Michael? We Shelbys? Yes. I think I know what you do. Yeah. You've got smart eyes.
But you're young, so you think what we do is all right. It's not all right. People
get hurt. Now call your mother and I will drive you to the station. No. In my
village, there's this little wishing well. It's made of white bricks, right in the
middle of the village green. Everybody says how pretty it is. But I swear to God,
if I spend another day in that village, I'm going to blow it up with dynamite.
Probably blow my hands off with it but it'd be worth it. Just to see all those
pretty white bricks spread all over the pretty village green. Yep. You're Polly's
son all right. MUSIC: Red Right Hand by Arctic Monkeys Right boys, let's go to
work. Let's be having it! Don't wait! Keep it moving. Move! Next lad! Name? Abbey
Heath. ~ Abbey Heath. Profession? ~ Baker. Good lad, fill it out and fuck off. Next
lad! Name? Buddy Halls. Buddy Halls. Right, profession? Baker. Good lad, fill it
out and fuck off. Next lad! Name? Billy Kitchen. Billy Kitchen. Occupation? HEAD
baker. Fill it out. That Tommy Shelby, mate. Never give power to the big man, what
did I tell you? Never give power to the big man. Next lad! Name? All right, boys,
you've now all been enrolled as bakers in the Aerated Bread Company of Camden Town.
If anyone asks, that's what you do. You're bakers. The coppers in Camden Town are
on our side, but north or south, you show them that piece of paper. Tell them
you've come down from the north to find work, to break strikes. Tell them you're
fascists if you have to. We're finding lodgings for you but, for now, you'll sleep
here in the bakery. But don't touch any of the bread, it'll most likely explode.
Any questions? Yes? I haven't seen any bread. He'll wake up. Granted he won't have
any teeth left but he will be a wiser man for it. And the last thing he will
remember is your funny little joke. Won't he? Right! There are fucking rules here.
Yeah, there are fucking rules for a fucking reason. Quite simply they have to be
obeyed. All right? Rule number one. The distinction between bread and rum is not
discussed. Rule number two. Anything, right, that your superior officer says to you
or any of your other fucking superior officers say to you, yeah? NOT DISCUSSED!
Rule number three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, I don't care. For the rest
of your fucking miserable, measly lives, yeah? Because I, like you, am also a
complete fucking sodomite. Jewish women. You do not go anywhere near them because
Jewish women for you are off the fucking menu. I think that's fair. All right,
that's it, yeah. Forgive me, I interrupted. Pick him up. (Get them out of here and
make this fucking work. ) Don't fucking
wait! You're meant to be fucking soldiers! You're a fucking disgrace! Go! You've
got a key? I kept a spare. Give it to me. Could do with some paint, eh? Yeah. When
I decide. What is it that you want, Tommy? Just came by to say hello. Tommy Shelby
never goes anywhere for no reason. Fine. I've got £800 left in the Shelby property
fund and I need someone down here to look for suitable properties. To rent? Yes. To
poor people. Ten to a room. No repairs, no water. And if they complain, you just
send Arthur and the boys round. I give advice down at the library. Families thrown
onto the street. It's men like you we're fighting. Well, anyway, I was just
passing, thanks for the tea. Tommy. There are always men outside watching the
house. Yeah. Gangsters of the worst kind. But they're there to keep you safe. No,
there are others. They look like coppers. They're on your side as well. ~ I don't
have a fucking side. ~ Ada yes, you do. And, anyway, if I thought there was no-one
watching the house, I couldn't sleep. Cheerio then. That was great, well done. Out
we get then. This house is mine. I've taken on a maid. She's made up the big room
for you. Come on, let's have a look. I thought we could spend the week here. You
know, get to know each other again. I've got ham. Do you like ham? I like ham, yes.
~ I've got a maid ~ Yes, you said. She's upstairs. She can give us some tea. Look,
I ring this bell. Watch. Yes, madam? I think we'd like some tea. You get used to
it. MUSIC: Out Of The Black by Royal Blood The cleaning job's gone. Vacancy's
filled. I'm not a cleaner. But I have come to clean away some dirt. Why don't you
put that away before it goes off? You killed my son, you Peaky bastard! You beat
him and beat him and beat him. Your son was a boxer. No! He was a boy who got into
a ring with an animal. Yeah, ain't that the truth. I've come to stop you . .
because the coppers and nobody else will. If you're going to use it, point that
thing at my head. That's where the trouble is. Gut-shot soldiers take half a day to
die. I've seen 'em. Walking around with their guts in their arms like dirty
washing. Hold that gun up and do it. Well, then, do it! Do it! I'm going to finish
my drink. You can finish it with me if you like. Now, look. Look at me. We've got a
fund. For you, you'll get paid weekly. I know it won't bring back your son. I know
that. And you have other sons. You do. And we'll find them work. And you won't have
to work. You'll be Somebody has got to stop you people. Who broke the fucking
mirror? Seven years bad luck, that is. There'll be another four boat-loads
tomorrow. What's up, Charlie? Business is good. This isn't business, this is bloody
work. Cigarettes and booze is all right but this manufactured stuff, it's heavy.
I'm not even sure it's stolen. Some of it is legally purchased. One day, all of it
will be. It's like having a fucking job. Easy with them fan belts. I'll wipe that
smile off your face. I want another pound a boat. Done. You don't even fight me
anymore. And it's no sport getting through the Black Country with this truce. They
just fucking wave at you from the bank. Well, just wave back, eh? And all these
fucking cars. When did you last ride a horse, Tom? These are just dry, Mr Campbell.
Major Campbell. Beg pardon? It doesn't matter. Are there any other Irishmen lodging
in this house? No, Mr Campbell, I keep a respectable house. With your special
exception, I have no Irish here. Well, let me know if any come enquiring after
rooms. Even if you turn them away, let me know, would you? You're not expecting
trouble, I hope. They only said you was a policeman of some sort. No. I'm not
expecting any trouble. Is there a cafe nearby that serves chops? Lamb or pork?
There is a chophouse two streets away. But I myself serve sandwiches. Egg and cress
or ham. Or anything that pleases you. No. No. I think I'll go out and get some air.
Our scheduled meeting is not until Sunday. I decided to bring it forward. You just
wanted to show me that you know where I live, isn't that it? Am I supposed to be
impressed? You know Mr Churchill was impressed. Yes, he was. All my demands have
been met. Did he tell you? Yes. Yes. We had a meeting and your letter was read
aloud. As a matter of fact, there was quite a lot of hilarity at the meeting. The
gentlemen all found it quite funny. I see, the gentlemen found it funny. Tell me
this, Mr Campbell, do the gentlemen sometimes find you funny? We will discuss our
business on Sunday on the agreed day, at the allotted time, and at the place which
has already been determined. You have made your point. Good night, Mr Shelby. There
was another reason I came to see you tonight. I just didn't want you to be made a
fool of is all. The lodgings chosen for you by the police department, how shall I
put this? Well, the landlady used to run the most famous whorehouse in Stetchford.
She's only semi-retired. I bet the gentlemen would find that funny, eh? Told to you
in the spirit of friendship and co-operation. See you Sunday. Name? The Digbeth
Kid. Your real name. Harold Hancox. Profession. Illegal bookmaker. You don't admit
that. You say something like "umbrella mender". And then we decide you're lying and
then we arrest you. Umbrella mender. You were found in possession of betting slips,
race cards and ticker tape. Any explanation? No "No, I have no explanation for my
possession of those items, officer. " Take him down, will you? I'll fill in the
rest myself. Come on, son. Bloody hellfire. You've killed him, huh? As I've
explained, he's not easy to get at. He's got an army round him. But when the time
is right The time is right. It's right now. When he's away from his familiar
territory, I will take him. So what do you want? We heard from a guard at Winson
Green prison that one of their bookies has just been put inside. Kid called Harold
Hancox. We could make a point. How many bakers is there in Camden Town now? There
are a lot of bakers in Camden Town, Mr Sabini, but, as I have said, we don't as yet
have a definite number. Who won the 4:15 at Chepstow? Ragman. ~ Where's my dry
cleaning? ~ It's been collected. Who won the 3:50 at Kempton Park? What? You don't
know? I can find out. No need. I know already. You see, the favourites, they're all
winning. And the second favourites are being done. He's bewitching them.
Bewitching? Gypsy stuff. Herbs and potions. And he's tipping off our big punters so
they know who's going to win. Regular customers betraying us for profit. You'd
think they'd be loyal to us. But profit, you see . . comes before race, creed and
family. Results look normal to me. You see shit! Mr Sabini, if you think they're
planning to fix Northern races, we'll take no more bets on anything north of
Towcester. I gave you a job already. And the job will be done. But meantime
Meantime fuck. Meantime, what do you want us to do about the kid in the cage in
Birmingham? Why would you want me to say that out loud? Is there somebody
listening? All right, I'll say it. We'll kill the Hancox kid to send a message.
Good, and then you deal with Tommy fucking Shelby. You wanted to see me? Aye. Take
off your clothes. I know what you are, so take off your clothes. Not done in a very
gentlemanly-like way, if I may say. Indeed not. So it's true. Stop. I only wanted
proof, not satisfaction. Or indeed infection. Are you in on the joke? What joke? I
have unfinished business in this filthy city. And when the time comes, I will
finish that business. And then my wrath will come down on all of yous. But now,
tell your friends in the police station that I know. And when my judgment comes,
I'll be the one that's laughing. Get out. SONG: The Water Is Wide Oh, love is
handsome And love is fine Bright as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old
And waxes cold And fades away Like the morning dew. On the right. On the right. We
haven't got all night. Come on! Let's be having you, Watkins, in there on the
right. On the right! Come on, boys! Harold Hancox? Tell everybody this is what
happens to "Blinders" who come into the Green from now on. Orders of Sabini. Look,
I'm not a Blinder. I'm not. I've been stood up. I'm not real! I'm not real! I'm not
real! And neither have I the wings to fly. This had better be good to interrupt my
holiday. Where's the boy? In the back room. I only brought him because afterwards
we're going to the museum. ~ He wanted to come in and say hello but ~ Shut up,
John. There is nothing of interest to Michael in this room. Tommy, get on with it.
Last night, one of our men had his throat cut in Winson Green. This morning, I had
a telegram to say it was Sabini who ordered it. And it says here that Thomas
Shelby's next. If our men think we can't look after them in prison, they'll not
work for us. Sabini knows that. So we need to get the Green sorted out. Scudboat,
you and one of the boys. Break a couple of windows and get yourselves arrested.
I'll have our coppers get you into the Green and you can find the bastards who did
it. Instead of breaking a window, can we pinch a car? What? Everybody else is
getting a bloody car. I'm still on a donkey. All right, just get yourselves fucking
arrested, it doesn't matter how. And before you all laugh, a boy is dead. He was
just a kid. We'll start a fund for his family, Pol. Agreed. So is that it? Can I go
now? Well, as company treasurer, I need your permission to spend 1,000 guineas. On
what? On a horse. That's right. When was this decided? You've been busy with
Michael. Oh, my God. So, in the absence of common sense, you boys have had an idea.
Polly there's a thoroughbred quarter-Arab filly up for auction at the Doncaster
Blood Stock. What do we want with a 1,000-guinea horse? When we make our move on
Sabini's racing pitches, any men we get into the betting enclosure will be lifted
by Sabini's police. A good racehorse is a passport to the owner's enclosure.
We'll be in there with all the toffs. Coppers won't know where to look. Yeah, the
Epsom Derby, Pol. We'll be drinking with the bloody King. The Derby? Did he say the
Derby? That's right. For the last ten years Sabini's made it his race. If we're
going to take him down, might as well make it there as a symbol. ~ Did you come up
with this idea in a pub by any chance? ~ Pol a good racehorse is an investment,
like property. We need to diversify the portfolio. So when is this sale? Tomorrow.
And Tommy's had a death threat so we'll have to go with him for protection. So,
you're going to close up the shop, go out on a piss-up and blow 1,000 guineas on a
horse that's not even whole Arab. Quarter Arab is better! ~ Quarter Arab, it means
~ Curly, shut up. I thought I told you to lock that door. He did. I used the key on
the nail. Look, I've been listening. I want to go with them. You see?! I love
horses. I could even help. Over my dead body. It'll be all right, Mum I've been to
loads of horse auctions before with my uncle. They're very respectable. People
bring their butlers. Yeah, and their posh wives! And their mistresses Let him come,
Polly. We'll go there, buy an 'orse, come back. I'll drop him back at the house in
Sutton before it gets dark. No. Fucking no. All right, that's it. Back to work.
Come on! Aunt Pol, when I was Michael's age, I'd killed a hundred men and seen a
thousand die. If you want to scare that kid away for ever, carry on how you're
going. If you want him to stay, let him come. I can't believe it, all John's old
things fit me. Christ, you look like your father. Shrimp ham. What was he like - my
dad? How did he die? Well, I won't lie to you, he died drunk, squeezed between a
boat and a lock. A real river gypsy's death. But he could sing, play the piano His
smile would break your heart. You've got his same beautiful eyes. When he was
sober, he was kind and gentle. His trouble was, he fell in with the wrong crowd
when he was a boy. I have told them not to blow that horn. This is a respectable
fucking neighbourhood! ~ She's heating up, Curly, take a look. ~ Yeah. Let me out
for a piss. She made loads. Do you want one? What the bloody hell's that?
Sandwiches, ham I think. And we've got shrimp paste, too. There's tea, but we'll
have to take turns cos there's only one cup. What? Sandwiches? Yeah. Polly made
bloody sandwiches? What's this, teddy bear's fucking picnic? All right. We will
drink the tea and we will eat the sandwiches and then we will drive on. All right?
No crumbs, Charlie. ~ Hand them over. ~ Herd them up, Arth, you fat bastard. ~ Fuck
off. John, come on! All right, lads, this is a respectable event and we will all
behave accordingly. No weapons, no drinking. John, we will stay together. When the
horse comes up, I will do the bidding. I've already registered my interest with the
auctioneer so he knows to expect my bids. Do I get to run a hand over her, Tommy?
We'll have a vet's report, Curly. But keep an eye open when she walks. I've got a
feeling, Tommy. Something isn't right. It's all right, Curly. You're just in an
unfamiliar place, ~ we all are. ~ I get feelings sometimes, Tommy. ~ It's all
right, Curly, ~ it's all right. ~ Shut up, Curly. ~ Do I hear 1,450? Do I hear 500?
500 Why do people come late to these things? Hmm? People come late cos they know
what they want. It's only you who needs to see every horse. Sold! Morals of Marcus,
Sedgemere stud, by Tetrach out of Lady Josephine. We'll start the bidding at 800
guineas. All right, Tommy, this is her. Do I hear 800 guineas? Do I hear 9? ~ 9 am
I bid? ~ Bid for this one. The grey? Why? ~ He's beautiful. ~ It's a filly. Micky
needs some pace on the gallops. I promised him. Do I hear 250? I'll go halves with
you from the spring fund. Go, go. Do I hear 5? Do I hear 7? ~ That's it, Tom, you
have to stop. ~ You don't have it in your belt. Yes, I do. I'm having the horse.
She's a sweet beast, Tom. But stop, I tell you. ~ I feel something bad. ~ Shut up,
Curly! Enough! Billy could use one of my geldings. Last time. Sold to Mr? Thomas
Shelby. To the premises of Mr Charles Strong, Small Heath. ~ What kind of premises?
~ Boat yard. Yachts? Canals. I'm curious. What is your business, Mr Shelby?
Import/export. But I also sell pegs and tell fortunes(!) You beat us to it. Did I?
I was trying to nab a filly for my stud. ~ Sorry. ~ Thomas Shelby from where? From
Birmingham. Goodness! No, not much. May Carleton. I breed racehorses and train
them. What is it you do? I rarely answer questions, is what I do. Tommy, come on,
hurry up! We've got to go! Well, before you go, if you ever decided to put that
filly out, ~ I'd be interested in having her. ~ I plan to race her. Do you have a
trainer? I know people. I know people, too. Tommy! We've got to get this kid back
before dark or Polly'll have your balls! She will have 'em! We know different
people, I would guess. My father knows Mick Hancock. Trained three Ascot winners.
Oh, so that was your father? Yes. We're joint owners of the stud. He took the
majority share when my husband was killed. Ypres. Tommy! We've got to get back to
the caravans! The chickens are hungry! So will you consider me? I will consider
you. You still didn't tell me what you do. Oh, I do bad things. But you already
know that. Right, about bloody time! It's the fucking truth, John boy. Rich women
these days, all they want is working-class cock. Tommy, maybe she was the something
bad I had a feeling about! She looked all right to me, Curly! All their men are
dead, see. Officers, all shot. Yeah, by us. All I'll say is she has good contacts
in the racing world. Here, Michael, you drive. Thomas Shelby? Tommy! Tommy! Down!
Tommy Shelby? How about fucking Arthur?! Fucking good to meet you. Get him off him!
~ Arthur! ~ Arthur! Get him off him!! Come on. Stop it, Arthur. Get him off.
Arthur, that's enough. Arthur, come on! Come on, Arthur, come on. It's over.
Arthur! Come on, shut up. Come on, come on. He's still breathing. Don't get blood
on the kid! Michael, you didn't see a thing. This didn't happen, all right? Give me
the keys. Michael, give me the keys. I'm all right to drive. All right. Go on. Go
on, go on! Tommy, he's fucking scarpered! ~ Right, let's get out of here sharpish.
~ Come on! So how'd it go? Well, it was cold in the van but it was super really.
Let me smell your breath. And did they behave themselves? They were amazing, Mum.
They were really amazing. There's a devil waiting outside your door How much
longer? There's a devil waiting outside your door How much longer? And he's bucking
and braying and pawing at the floor How much longer? And he's howling with pain and
crawling up the walls ~ How much longer? ~ Oh yeah There's a devil waiting outside
your door How much longer? He's weak with evil and broken by the world How much
longer? He's shouting your name and he's asking for more ~ How much longer? ~ Give
him more, give him more There's a devil crawling along your floor How much longer?
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore And he's lame and he's
blind and he's dirty and he's poor Give him more, give him more Give him more, give
him more Give him more. On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty
black coat With a red right hand.

Season 2 Episode 4
A vacancy has appeared and you're going to fill it. From now on, Mr Shelby, you
shut your Gypsy mouth and listen to your instructions. I know it was you who
carried out the murder of Mr Duggan. You are on my hook, Mr Shelby. ~ Name? ~
Harold Hancox. ~ Have you ever been arrested? ~ No. Arthur, we can stand him up.
'Last night, one of our men had his throat cut in Winson Green. ' I'm not real!
'Gentlemen? This is your cousin. Polly's son, Michael. ' ~ I want to go with them.
~ Over my dead body. Do we hear 800 guineas? 850. 'May Carleton. I breed racehorses
and train them. ' ~ So will you consider me? ~ I will consider you. Thomas Shelby?
'Did they behave themselves?' They were really amazing. Take a little walk to the
edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires
Hey, man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past
the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a
dusty black coat with a red right hand You might think this is a curious place for
me to suggest a meeting, but your surprises have only just begun. You look a little
unsteady, Mr Shelby. Take a seat. You're working together. Blowing up the Garrison
was your idea. You who chose me. It's funny, I thought the Fenians had a policy ~
Enough. ~ . . of not mixing the personal with the political. ~ I said enough. ~ I
think I will decide on what is enough. Who's in charge here then, eh? Who's in
charge? Right, let me understand this. ~ You answer to an agent of the Crown. ~
Perhaps we can just ~ Very interesting. ~ Perhaps we can stick to the agenda. ~
Whose agenda? ~ There is a form of words here. ~ Whose words? ~ Arrogant bastard. ~
I'm not accustomed to being spoken to like that. ~ Just come to order I am here to
listen, but not to the fucking infantry. Enough! Jesus! Now . . some weeks ago, Mr
Shelby carried out a military mission on behalf of pro-treaty Republicans here in
Birmingham. You working for the King. ~ There is a unique political situation. ~
Yeah? How does that feel? ~ Let us ~ Tell me. How does that fucking feel? . . stick
to the form of words. ~ Temporarily, we have a shared interest. ~ Oh, I see. ~
Shall we just stop him laughing? ~ You want me to stop laughing? ~ Explain this,
pal. ~ Following the success of your mission ~ We're going to make you do it again.
~ Will you shut up? Can we just conduct ourselves here, please? ~ Conduct
ourselves! ~ Please. No-one in this room wants to breathe the same air as anyone
else. ~ Nevertheless ~ Nevertheless the pro-treaty Paddies and the King want the
same man dead. Am I right? ~ Why him? ~ Did you ask why in France? ~ Yeah. ~ So,
it's the same answer - because. Why me? ~ Because. ~ Because. Because if anybody
connects me to this, it will be assumed that it was a criminal act and not a
political one. No, you need not fear being connected to the killing because I will
see to it that no connection is ever made. You will have complete immunity after
the fact. But, in the execution, you will get no help from agents of the Crown. And
we can't be seen to be involved. You have been chosen, Mr Shelby, and there really
is no choice. No equals bang, and your man here will shed no tears as he looks the
other way. Nevertheless I say no. Mr Shelby? What about your export licence, Mr
Shelby? You had a deal with Mr Churchill. The one with the mouth, Donal Henry, he
is a spy. He is working for the Irregulars against the pro-treaty Paddies. He
reports every fucking word back to them. No, it's not possible. They've both been
security vetted by my own department. I have men in places your men can't go. Donal
Henry meets the anti-treaty Paddies in the back room of the Mother Red Cap in
Saltley sometimes twice a week. These Irish enemies are fucking brothers and
cousins. You are stepping into a world you don't understand. If what you're saying
is true, he'll be dealt with. Bring me proof the spy is dead and we have a deal. ~
Mr Shelby. ~ Billy boy. ~ Watch it. Now on you go. Right, boys, let's go! Fuck you!
Mario! Mario! Mario! Come here. Sabini's day is done. I'll protect you now. Oh,
shut up! Stop fucking whingeing. Due to my razor blade and a few complaints from
the neighbours about the terrible fucking music Do you want to tell them or should
I? This place is under new management . . by order of the Peaky Blinders. Yes?
Somebody to see you, Mr Shelby. He says he's come about the position of accounts
clerk. Send him in. ~ Just through here, sir. ~ Thank you. Michael . . vacancy's
been filled. Not according to this morning's paper. At school, I was top of the
class in mathematics and I did a night-school course in accountancy at Worcester
College. Mum says you've had six different accountant clerks in the last six
months. When respectable men see the other things you do, they leave. But I, like
Lizzie out there, already know what you do. Mum says you want to be 80% legal
within two years. ~ Three. ~ I can help. I know both sides and you know you can
trust me. I want to help you, Tommy, become legal. Do the right thing. I want to be
proud of this family. Does Polly know you're here, Michael? I'm 18 on Friday - I go
where I please. You phone your mother. Good luck. We're not open for winnings yet.
I'm here to see Thomas Shelby. I have an appointment. Come in. ~ May Carleton. ~ Mr
Shelby has his proper meetings in his other office. This was the address that he
gave me. ~ He gave you THIS address? ~ He said it was a gambling den. I told him
that I've wanted to see one since I'm always reading about them in the papers.
Quite the big scandal in the Telegraph lately. Anyway, he said that I could come
and have a look. And now I feel like a bit of an idiot because I'm early and he's
late and I have no idea how to behave. In a gambling den? I'll wait in the car. If
I open the door again, they'll all want to come in like flies. So what are you? W-
what am I? To Thomas? I'm going to train his racehorse for Epsom. You know horses?
Yes. You? Born riding. I slept in a manger when I was a baby. I was born riding,
too. There's a fucking great Riley parked out there and nobody's watching it. John,
this woman says she's training Thomas' horse. He's told us a lot about you. Don't
know where he is, do you? Sorry I'm late. There was a family matter. Esme, keep it
locked up for a minute. ~ Yes, Thomas. ~ I'll show you around. So be my guest.
That's my brother Arthur's office. Down there is my brother John's office - that's
where we slate the runners and riders. It's so out in the open. What about the
police? What about them? When I drove into Small Heath, I thought I was going to
get murdered then I mentioned your name. It was like being escorted to see a king.
~ You came here to get my girl, right? ~ Right. She looks in very good condition,
considering she's not been out on the gallops. Curly's the best horseman in
England. I have a man called Mickey who'd argue the point. Ah, but Curly here is
half horse himself. She's blessed. Very blessed. Well, she's from the best stock.
But I'd rather have a coloured pony. Mixed blood is stronger. Not to win the Derby,
Curly. Don't like them racing, Tommy, not the way they beat them. ~ She's all
yours. ~ Thank you. He gets sad when one leaves. ~ What time is your box van
coming? ~ Midday. Maybe you've got time to take the lady to the Garrison, show her
the spa and the tearooms. I'd like that, why not? I just had it done up. There was
a fire. It's Yeah. What do you drink? So early, but gin. Goodness. With something?
Like what? Tonic water or Erm we have cordial. There's not much room in there but
You want to fuck me, Mrs Carleton? Perhaps because I Perhaps because I represent
something to you? We should have this conversation before the booze starts talking
for us. You have a horse. Yes, I have a horse. The horse is why I'm here purely
that. And because you're paying me a lot of money to train your horse, that's why
I'm here, purely that. Good. Good. Well, a toast, then. To the horse, to the Derby.
~ Cheers. ~ Cheers. So is that what you say to women? Only if I don't know what
they want. And what if they don't want to fuck? Then life is simpler. You want a
simple life? Do I look like a man who wants a simple life, eh? So what do you want?
For what I'm paying you, Mrs Carleton, I want a horse that'll pay out at Epsom on
an each-way bet. Before I took your account, I did some credit checks on you.
Apparently, you don't exist. My existence is questionable. Gypsies don't like
registers. You see, I'm not a Gypsy like you mean. But you did register for France.
I also sent your name to the War Office - I have friends there. You won two medals
for gallantry. Does that really impress you, Mrs Carleton? Call me May. Charlie
says the box van is here. Thank you, Finn. You know, I still don't know what you're
going to call your horse. The horse will be called Grace's Secret. Grace's Secret.
I told him he definitely can't take the job. He said "All right, I'll move to
London, then. " I said, "I won't give in to blackmail. No is no. " Well that
settles it, then. I'll give the job to the other candidate. He's much better
qualified anyway. Michael did City And Guilds - six months. Yeah, but he doesn't
know racing, Poll. He knows horses, but he doesn't know racing. This other boy, he
knows racing. He's good. He's a fast learner. What if Michael really leaves? You
just got to let him go, Poll. He'll get a job in an office in London. I'm sure
he'll write to you. He made a big speech about wanting to help you build up a
respectable business. Oh, he's like his dad, he could make me cry. There are trains
to London. So I just let him leave? Every month or so he'd be back . . unless of
course he meets a girl. Then, who knows? Oh, my God. You want him to
do this job. Polly, I want what you want. What about this other more qualified
candidate? Mmm Well, I lied, there isn't one. How much are you paying? ~ The
advertised rate. ~ Like hell. ~ Three bob. ~ Like hell. ~ Three and six. ~ Four.
Four it is. ~ I love him, Tom. ~ I know. That's why I'll keep him away from the old
business, put him charge of the new. Agreed? Agreed. Well, Finn, you've got two
choices - mild or mild. ~ Mild. ~ There you go. Here he is, look. Happy birthday,
Michael. ~ Give him a drink, John Boy. ~ There you go, lad. ~ And after that, we'll
go to find you a lady of the night. Arthur! Michael. What's that? So you're never
late for work. Welcome to the business, Michael. ~ Welcome to the business. ~ Thank
you. Right, come on, let's get him drunk. Come here, you. All right, whisky. No
whisky, he's at work tomorrow. Give him only dark mild. ~ A toast. ~ Toast. ~ To
Michael. To Michael. Are you all right? ~ What is it? Just us? ~ Just us. Are we
celebrating? Just taste this. What do you think, Arthur? Yeah, it's good. Good
stuff, really nice. Too good for the Garrison. I suppose we could shift it to the
toffs at the Eden Club. Why? What is it? That is part of an export drive. We now
have a secure warehouse in Camden Town and secure passage to the Poplar Docks. So,
on Monday morning, we'll be sending out our first export crate. A crate of Riley
car spares bound for Halifax, Nova Scotia. Where there's prohibition. Where there
is prohibition. All over Canada and America, people are making their own booze in
bathtubs. But rich people in New York, in Toronto and Boston are still paying a lot
of money for the real stuff. So, on Monday, the first Shelby company crate will
contain a thousand Riley carburettors. But hidden in the packing will be 500
bottles of the finest quality single malt Scotch whisky. And we, Shelby's, have a
licence granted by the Minister Of The Empire himself, which means our crates won't
be searched. And, Polly, all of the whisky will be packed at the docks, so Michael
can do the books without being involved. Like I've been telling you all for a year
now motor cars are the future. So, how is your life then, Tom? On the up, Johnny,
on the up. But, Tom, really, come on, how is it? You know I hate to see you not
even married yet. I have a fine looking cousin, she'll make your life hell. You
deserve her! We haven't had a good old wedding in a long time. Have you had a look
inside these boxes, then, Johnny? What do I want to look at car parts, Tommy, when
I haven't even got a car? Faith in family's a fine thing, eh? And I wouldn't even
be counting. Oh, you know I'm no good with numbers, Tom. And if 24 ever became 23
then that'd be tax. We don't pay tax. No, Tom. Good man. I put an iron door on, and
we've put iron bars on the windows and across the skylights. ~ Good. ~ So what will
you be keeping in here, Tommy? Temptation, Billy. Temptation. Morning, Arthur. I
was just passing. I think I'm in fucking love. Drink! She don't know where to look.
Whisky, Tommy? No, I've got a long drive ahead. You off home? Mm-hmmm. Eventually.
To Birmingham. What's this? Olives. Yes, it's miscellaneous. It's, erm, olives.
Sticks, you know, with little bits of fucking onion and things. That's what that
is. We've taken 600 pounds on olives. Yeah, with little bits of onion. I told you,
Arthur . . the dealers sell the cocaine, we take a cut. We don't sell direct. The
Home Secretary's cracking down and I don't want this . . to fuck up everything
else, you understand? I understand. How much of that 600 came out of your pocket?
It's under control. I put you down here cos people are scared of you, Arthur. But
if you don't straighten up, it'll be John's turn in London. No need. I can handle
it. It's under control? It's under control. Fucking tidy profit, though, eh? It's
happening, Tom. Good. Good. Straighten up, soldier. Yes, sir, Sergeant Major.
What's your business? Sorry, I'm, er, I'm lost here. ~ Yeah, well, you can't stop
here. Move on. ~ All right. It's all right, Ada, it'll be Andrew for me. Oh. I'm
looking for Ada. Who are you? Ada. I asked you a question. It's all right, James.
This is my brother. Who's he? He rents a room. You need to rent out rooms?
Actually, she doesn't charge rent. He's a writer, which means he's skint. You get
up late these days, Ada. Mm. I go to bed late. Yeah? Where's Karl? What do you
want, Tommy? Oh, God, before you start sizing him up for a wedding suit, he's not
interested in me ~ or in girls of any kind. ~ Ada! What? Tommy won't judge you. He
sure as hell won't go to the police. Look, I'll go and get dressed. James I'm
Thomas. Pleased to meet you. Can I have a minute with my sister, please? Yes, of
course. So, does your lodger know your name? Yeah. Thorne. You think I'd tell
anybody anything else? Your Brummie boys are all over the papers. Just one last
push, eh? Then you'll go legit? Just one more obstacle to get round then it'll all
be straight? Actually, yes. Personally, I find it quite amusing. Men like you are
becoming very fashionable down here. No society party in London is complete without
a gangster for the girls to go giddy for. Anyway, what is it that you want? I don't
have any children, Ada . . so I have set up a trust fund. The beneficiaries will be
John's kids and Karl. In order for Karl to benefit, I need your signature. I've set
up an account. Money will be transferred in the event of my death. It'll set them
up for a new life. Are you sick? I'm just doing what any ordinary man would,
putting my affairs in order. 'Did you know they was going to take the Eden club? 'I
know about the Eden club, yes. ' Did you know they were going to do it before they
did it? Because that's the one who's in charge, isn't it? The one who knows before
it happens. I know what I know, you know. If you don't know, then you don't fucking
know, do you? Did you know they was going to take Wimbledon dogs? Harringay? The
trotting tracks? Talk, all right? I genuinely want to hear you. You've lost
control, Alfie. Have I? Everybody knows. ~ Talk to me, Alfie. ~ Talk to you? All
right, I'll talk to you. I'll fucking tell you how it was, right? What happened was
this. All the time you were talking about dirty fucking Jews. All the fucking time
- dirty fucking Jews, dirty Kikes, ~ dirty dustbin lids ~ Everyone makes jokes. ~
You want to talk about ~ not getting into places? ~ Everybody makes fucking jokes.
I didn't know you had no sense of humour! And I ain't going to FUCKING mention,
right, the great big fuck off elephant in the room. Look, Alfie How many of my
bookies worked Epsom this last May? None. None. Not one. So, for a few fucking
jokes and Epsom, you fucking invite a tribe of savages into the city and just
fucking unlock the fucking gates! I'm sorry, what are you saying, mate? I'm saying
I'm sorry about the Jew thing. ~ Are you saying you're sorry? ~ Yeah. ~ You're
sorry about the Jew thing? ~ Yeah. ~ Really? ~ Yeah. I want that in writing. Write
that down. He said, "I'm sorry". And also write down that all our bookies can go
back to Epsom. ~ He didn't say that. ~ Who's asking you? ~ No. Write it down. It's
all right. Come on. Alfie's an old friend. My friend. Now, admit it, the Peaky
Blinders is out of control. Yeah, they're out of fucking control, mate. They come
down the canal, they spread like the fucking clap. ~ Right. So now they're
everybody's problem. ~ Yeah. ~ Alfie. ~ Mm. ~ You and me, we've been fighting since
we was at school. ~ Yeah. ~ All right? Now, also, we've been friends. ~ Mm, yeah.
You know, it goes backwards and forwards. How much better is it when we're friends?
Oh, it's much better, mate, yeah. You write that down. So what we're doing here,
right, is we're writing down some kind of a deal thing, right? ~ Yeah, a written
deal. ~ Written deal, good. Well, why don't we discuss the border between the
Italians and the Jews going back to Farringdon Road. ~ Farringdon Road ~ Yeah,
Farringdon Road. ~ Fuck! That's ancient history. ~ Write down Farringdon Road. ~
No, no, no, write down Camden Road. ~ Farringdon Road. ~ Camden Road. ~ Write down
Farringdon. ~ Camden. ~ Farringdon. ~ Camden. Write down Camden Road. Just write
down "peace". Just write down "peace", right, between the Jews and the Italians.
And war against the gypsies. Fuck. Mr Thomas Shelby, madam. Nice house. Would you
like a whisky? Scotch or Irish? Irish. Sorry for the short notice. I was passing.
We're not quite on the Birmingham road. It was a small diversion. That's a small
diversion these days. So, I'm a small diversion. Good. Your horse is still out on
the gallops, but I had Mickey prepare this report. You can read it now if you'd
like, then we can go see her. Is there enough light for you to read? Yes, it's
fine. It's getting quite late. Mickey says she has the lungs of an elephant. She's
nimble in the heavy going, but bounces a little on the hard ground. Sorry, I'll let
you read. So, he thinks she'll favour good to soft ground, eh? ~ A little juice in
the grass. ~ Mm. Well, that's good for Epsom. Does he think she's not good enough
for Epsom? She needs a lot of work. The race board will need convincing. ~ I
imagine you have some influence. ~ Mm. That's the suggested programme for the next
two months. Your glass is empty. It's fine. Are you hungry? Yes, a bit. I can
prepare something. Do you have engine oil? Before I set off for Birmingham, the car
needs oil. I'm sure my husband kept some in the garage. I can someone to do it.
This evening or tomorrow? Well, we're so far from anywhere, people usually stay
over. Especially before cars, when it was just carriages, people used to stay over
all the time. But I have a car. Yes. And you have engine oil. Probably. But it
would be very usual. What would? For a guest to stay. We have a whole wing called
the guest wing. Oh, you You have a guest wing. Well May.
Have a smoke. Thank you. Ignore this. It's actually all right. I put all his
photos in a drawer and locked it . . as if that was going to make a difference. I'm
like a fucking lighthouse keeper . . out here on my own . . keeping his flame
burning. But, of course, when anyone sees a lighthouse they stay clear, don't they?
Now, do you have a map? Of the house. Do you have a map? Because I'm not going to
be able to find my way in the dark. You see, at midnight, I'm going to leave my
wing and I'm going to come find you. And I'm going to turn the handle of your
bedroom door without making a sound and none of the maids will know. You don't know
maids. They hear a pin drop? If there's a man in the house, they listen. They take
turns. So, let them listen. Right. Day rate, seven shillings. Loading, unloading.
Night rate, three. Total ten. Let's go and get a drink. No, I'm all right. Come on,
it's payday. Everybody has a drink on payday. Not me. You think your mum don't have
a drink on payday? You think the Lord Almighty don't have a drink on payday? Man,
it's on fire out there, women from the BSA offices, honest. They go out on their
own without their men these days, in twos and threes now. Mickey, they go out in
twos and threes and buy their own drinks. The Marquis, that's where the BSA
secretaries go. Look, they won't serve a black man without a Shelby by his side. So
you're using me? Yeah. Come on. I told you, I fucking told you, this city's gone
mad. Girls go out on their own now. Two pints of dark mild, please. Fuck that.
We're Peaky boys. Two whiskies. You get used to it, then you can't stop. I don't
drink with blacks. Here we fucking go. Paddy, they're OK. Not with me, they're not.
I don't drink in pubs with blacks. So leave. Look, my dad is the preacher round
here. He has connections, ask anybody. I couldn't give a fuck who he is. I'm
telling you to leave it, Paddy. And I'm telling this darkie to get out of here. You
know something? Fuck off. It's all right, Isaiah, come on, leave it. ~ We'll go to
my cousin's pub. ~ I like it here. You fucking nigger. Paddy! The white kid's a
Peaky Blinder! He's Polly Shelby's son! He's Polly Shelby's son! Are you fucking
suicidal?! Sir Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Get out! Get out the fucking pub. I
really didn't know. Fuck, let's go. Let's go! We ordered some drinks and we're
going to drink them. His face, man. Did you see his fucking face? You punch like a
fucking kangaroo. I seen one once in a circus, you punch like that. All right,
anyway, I need a fucking drink. ~ It's on you. ~ It's on me? You just got paid.
Yeah, from you. Fucking hell, it's packed in here, isn't it? So it's as easy as
that? Easy as that, John boy. London, you wouldn't believe it. Finn, stick your
head in a bucket. No. The women, John boy, the women I've got this one, she's a
dancer, right? She can do things with her If Finn would just piss off I'd explain a
little bit better. Well, if it's so good, why are you here? A decent pint. The
cockney's can't get that right. He misses us, Finn, that's what it is. Here they
are, look, junior Peaky boys. What's happened to you? You been scrapping? Some
idiots at the Marquis of Lorne. Tried to stop me and Isaiah from drinking, but it's
all right. We fought them off. Arthur, we had to stand our ground and we did. The
Marquis, eh? Where's your dad? ~ Preaching. ~ Right. Don't nick any of me chips,
Finn! ~ Where are you going? ~ We won't be long. Where are they going? The Marquis
of Lorne. Shame. It was a nice pub. Joseph Walked on and on, The sunset Went down
and down, Coldness Cooled their desire, And Dawn said "Let's build a fire" Is this
desire Enough, enough To lift us higher To lift above Hour long By hour, may we two
stand, When we're dead Between these lands, The sun set Behind his eyes, And Joe
said "Is this desire?" Is this desire Enough, enough To lift us higher To lift
above? Is this desire Enough, enough Enough inside Is this desire? Ey-up. Bet the
big bastard got cut. You didn't have to do that for me. We didn't do it for you,
Michael. We did it for the good name of the company. None of this happened, all
right? Come on, let's go and get that drink. The date has been set. Three weeks
from today. You checked out his house? There's coppers all over it. You'll take
care of them? No. That would arouse suspicion. You'll have to deal with them
yourself. And if a copper gets killed? There will be no consequences for you, I
have given you my word. Which I know to be worthless. That is why I have been
settling my affairs in the event of my death. And making your peace with God,
perhaps? Well, good luck with that. I have made arrangements with men I trust. If I
should die, then you will die . . know that. Ritz Hotel. London, Piccadilly. Hello?
'Hello?' ~ Who was that? ~ Call got cut. I guess the telephone lines in England are
not so good, huh? On the gathering storm Comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black
coat With a red right hand.

Season 2 Episode 5
This place is under new management by order of the Peaky Blinders. Just write down,
"Peace between the Jews and the Italians. " And war . . against the Gypsies. 'I
love him, Tom. 'I know. ' That's why I'll keep him away from the old business and
put him charge of the new. Some idiots at The Marquis Of Lorne. They tried to stop
me and Isaiah from drinking, but it's all right. We fought them off. The Marquis,
eh? What do we want with a 1,000 guinea horse? When we make our move on Sabini's
racing pitches a good racehorse is a passport to the owners' enclosure. May
Carleton. I breed racehorses and train them. 'I have made arrangements with men I
trust. ' If I should die then you will die. Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom As it shifts
and cracks . . Where secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires Hey, man,
you know you're never Would you stop the noise?! . . Past the square, past the
bridge past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome
man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand You're working tonight? Not so much
work as pleasure. Others are doing my work for me tonight. Gentlemen, welcome,
welcome. Mr Solomon. You must be Arthur. ~ That is right. ~ Arthur, Arthur! ~ It is
a pleasure to meet you, sir. ~ I have heard so much about you. Shalom. Let me just
say Shalom. For luck. . . They're a-whispering his name through this disappearing
land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand You understand I am the commanding
officer on this operation and you are here purely as an observer? Just do your
duty! Dear Lord, for what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly
grateful. Amen. Amen! Amen. The Passover started off way out there in the Far East
- out in the sand, out in the desert, where my forefathers come from - the Jews,
the brews, whatever you want to call them. It started out as a little speck on the
horizon Arthur, this ain't right! Billy, don't worry, mate. If you want, you can
leave. If you need to go to the little boy's room, you can leave. ~ We're going to
open them in a minute anyway. ~ He's all right. Billy Boy. ~ Do you want to leave?
~ No, you are all right. ~ You want to stay? ~ I'll stay. You stay there, then,
treacle. OK. So, the Pharaoh, have you heard of him? He kept my people, the Jewish
people, in slavery for thousands and thousands of years. Persecuted race. He did,
he persecuted my race. The killing of the innocent, right? Seder, this feast what
we is having here, right? Seder is basically the day when the Jewish angels
decided, you know, that the evil fucking Egyptians had pushed their fucking luck. ~
Right. ~ It's part of our tradition, to do with Seder, right, that in order to make
it good with God to kill a king . . we have to carry out the Korban Pesach. ~
Right. ~ That is the ritual sacrifice of the Passover goat. ~ It's a goat! ~ Yeah,
and we are going to sacrifice it. Tonight. That is part of the reason why we have
to shut the doors as well. But this year we thought we'd give the fucking goat a
name. ~ You've named it? ~ We fucking did. Yeah. They named the fucking goat. After
the evil fucking Egyptian pharaoh. The fucking enemy! That's right! You know what
we called him? What did you call him? Tommy Shelby. Police! Stay where you are.
You're all fired. Fuck you! That's right, let's take the load off. So, then the
evil Egyptian scum was finally cleansed by the blood of the Passover goat. That's
from Sabini. You tell your Gypsy king . . that whoever comes down south shall
return north in many fucking pieces. The fucking animal. He come in here, right,
with a fucking gun and a razor, he shot him in the face. My lads, they restrained
him. Look at him. He is dead. Is he dead? He is fucking dead! He wants arresting or
some thing, right? Surely. Not again! Michael! No, you can't take him away again!
You can't take my son away! ~ Give me the boy. ~ Come back here. Listen, we are
arresting him for taking part in a fight Ow, you! Don't you fucking touch him! Get
off him! Don't say anything. Tommy will get you out. I'll be all right You should
know that, as of this night, Tommy Shelby is finished. Mick, this is Thomas Shelby.
He's come to check up on his filly. Yes. I've heard about him. Micky is the best
horseman in England. He likes to waste money, I know that. According to the reports
I've been given you're spending £2 a month on worming powder. What? You want a
horse with worms? Horses get worms from the water trough. If you put goldfish in
them, they eat the worm eggs. Goldfish? That'll be a Gypsy thing, is it? No, it's
an accounting thing. Goldfish cost a penny each. Or you can win them at the fair.
If you want, I'll dispense with the vet altogether. Excuse me. Did you ever
consider a career in diplomacy? Hello, hello. How are you, eh? Goldfish? Seriously?
Yep. You people have a lot to learn. They asked me if I wanted a fire in the guest
bedroom. I said no. Just one fire tonight. Bold and fearless, eh? Yes. Though I'm
not really fearless. ~ Drink? ~ Why not? Madam, there is a telephone call. I'll
take it in the drawing room. It's for Mr Shelby. We had a deal. Hey? We had a
fucking deal! I would thank you to moderate your language in a place of worship. We
had a fucking deal. Mr Shelby. If you read the papers, you might have seen that the
Home Secretary has got himself into a bit of a fizz about certain moral issues.
Prostitution, protection, racketeering, drinking, cocaine and, of course gambling.
He has demanded results. You offered me protection. You promised me protection.
Well, no, you see it was Mr Churchill that made you that promise. And the Home
Secretary outranks him, so And I can hardly be blamed if your demented brother
decides to go on some sort of blood orgy during dinner. Don't fucking lie to me! Do
not sit here in your fucking church and lie to me! You will need to contain your
emotions or this meeting is at an end. Good. That's better. So . . let us review
the new situation. I have your brother in a prison cell charged with the murder of
Billy Kitchen. The case against him is strong and I have no doubt that his destiny
is to hang. And then there is Polly's son, Michael. He has already admitted to
helping Arthur burn down the Marquis pub. He was a tough nut to crack, that boy,
but crack he did. So I have your brother facing the noose, I have your cousin
facing five years for arson. And I have your entire organisation in disarray in
Birmingham and in London. What do you want? What do I want?! I don't understand. I
have already agreed to do your fucking killing for you. Now, what is it you want
from me? There you go, you see. An agreement is not the same thing as an assurance,
now, is it? You see, I found I wasn't sleeping so well. It wasn't just the smell
and the noise in that room, no. It was the nagging doubt. The knowledge The
knowledge that . . Tommy Shelby is not afraid to die. Therefore . . the threat to
your own life might not be enough to make it certain that you will obey me on the
given day. I needed also the power of life and death over your family. And that I
now have. Your brother. Your cousin. And your sister. I have known her address in
Primrose Hill since the day she moved in. She is safe only as long as I want her to
be. I have been ahead of you . . every step of the way. And, as my father used to
say . . to make sure your dog obeys you, you have to show it the stick once in a
while. Tommy, Arthur is in solitary confinement. Michael is in the remand wing of I
already know. Get out, shut the doors. 'Tommy? 'It's me. ' Tommy, can you hear me?
Yes, er, Grace. I think you called. I haven't slept. Grace, this is not a good
time. I can call you back. ~ No, it's fine. It's all right. ~ Can we meet? Yes.
We'll meet. When? Grace, there are some things I have to do first. John? The
coppers have lifted ten of our men in Camden Town, the rest of them are on the run.
~ They've taken Michael. ~ Business first. ~ They took Michael last night. ~ I said
business first. ~ They picked him up ~ Polly, business first! John? They took all
our whisky, so no doubt they'll be supping that for Christmas. They've impounded
all our vans, put their own locks on the warehouse. The Eden Club and all our pubs
have been raided by the coppers and handed back to Sabini and Solomons. The Black
Country boys think it was Arthur killed Billy because that's what the coppers told
them. So there'll be no more free passes for our whisky boats. I don't give a fuck
about whisky. I don't give a fuck about Billy Kitchen. I want my son out of prison.
Now. Thomas, I spoke to Johnny Dogs. This meeting should just be family. ~ I can
help. ~ It's family only, she is not blood, Tommy! ~ Let her speak. Or is this a
business? Have you forgotten? Enough, Polly. Esme? I spoke to Johnny Dogs. The Lees
are kin. ~ The bloody Lees! ~ They can give us men! We don't need more fucking men!
It's men that have done the damage! It It is men fighting like cockerels that have
put us here in the first place. Esme, I'll take up their offer. We need men. If
Michael ever gets out of prison, I am taking him away from this family. For good.
This life is bad. This life is all bad. ~ Aunt Pol, what are you doing? ~ Shut up
and walk. Thomas? Should I go and speak to Queen Mary Lee at the Black Patch? Yes.
She can give us soldiers for a few nights. Mm, good. John, go and bring up the car.
Imagine riding away, Thomas. Living the real life, you know? Your Gypsy half is the
stronger. You just want to ride away. France is the new place for us, they say. Lot
of metal lying around still. Guns and trucks and spent shells and things. Then you
go south. Saintes-Maries, where the Black Madonna is. My brothers go sometimes for
the fair. It's like a home for us. They still let you get lost there. I've been to
France, Esme.
So has John. Now get your coat and go with your husband. And if you ever talk
about getting lost again, I will cut you . . from this family. What family? Come
in. Ah, Polly. Come to see my son. Close the door. I've just been conducting an
interrogation. It can be awfully hard on the hands. My son, Michael, where is he?
Do you think I need a shave? It's been a long day. I need to shave, don't you
think? Well, maybe it can wait till later. Your son has been having a hard time of
it, I am told. And that is why I thought that you and I, together, we should do
whatever we can to get him freed. I I have a form here, a release form, and with my
signature he can be freed by tomorrow morning at dawn. So sign it. He didn't do
anything. "Sign it, Mr Campbell, please, sir. " Something like that, that'd be a
way to say it, wouldn't it? Now . . what would prompt me to do you such a favour,
hmm? What do you want? Information? You mean inside information about Tommy
Shelby's criminal empire? With respect, I would say that I know more about Tommy's
dealings than you do. He doesn't trouble the family with Irish business, for
instance, does he? No. So, no it's not information I need. What else could you give
me . . in return for my signature? I'm talking about a simple transaction here. I
have a great curiosity. Like a magpie sees something . . something shining in the
mud. Oh, he has no need for the silver, but . . but he takes it anyway. Sign the
form. "Please, sir" Please, sir I will sign that form with this hand . . when I am
finished. It's a deal? It's a deal. You don't cry? ~ Oh, I can cry. ~ So . . that
is what I want. I need you to cry. I will try. "I need a favour, Mr Campbell, sir.
And I will do anything "Anything in return. " That's what you might have said, hmm?
I felt something when . . when I had you up against that car and you felt it, too.
(Don't tell me you didn't, Polly. ) Because Oh, and now you think you're . . sort
of respectable with your son and your house and your maid, but I know what you are,
you Gypsy Fenian slut. Do you want it on the floor or on the desk, Mr Campbell? Now
you cry. You cry! Get out. Get out. Get out! No. No! I want him free. I will get
him free. You don't need to shave. You don't need to do anything. Victory's just
doing nothing, as well. Doing it soft and gentle. Should I talk or not talk? Should
it be like I am weak and small, yes? Do you want me to talk or not talk? Talk.
You're small and weak. Then that is what I am - small and weak. Look. Feel. You
made me cry. No! We had an agreement, right? Yes. Yes! Where've you been? I went to
the Spotted Dog in Digbeth for a glass or two of rum. Was it one glass or two? It
was three. Where's the baby? Sleeping. More like five. It was more like six. Did
you meet the maid? I talked politics with her and she got bored and went to bed. I
phoned James. He talked to the lawyer anyway. He said he'd take Arthur's case for
free, so we don't need Tommy. Pol? We'll get Michael free, as well, I promise.
There's no need, they're letting him out in the morning. If the baby wants anything
at night, ring the bell by the bed. She gets paid to work 24 hours, that girl,
she's getting lazy. Well . . take advantage if you're nice. Forgive me, Hera I
cannot stay He cut out my tongue There is nothing to say Love me, oh Lord He threw
me away He laughed at my sins In his arms I must stay He wrote, "I'm broke, Please
send for me. " Her skin is white And I'm light as the sun So holy light shines on
the things you have done So I asked him How he became this man? How did he learn to
hold fruit in his hands? And where is the lamb that gave you your name? He had to
leave Though I begged him to stay We speak when spoken to And that suits us well
That suits us well That suits me well. You need cream on them cuts or they'll go
bad. The screws told me why I've been freed. They told me what you did. They
thought it was funny. Maybe it is. What are you doing, Tommy? Shovelling shit,
Curly. Just like you. And why are you doing that, Tommy? To remind myself of what
I'd be if I wasn't who I am. Tommy? What's going on? I think Tommy's lost his mind,
Charlie! Well, it's honest work, Curly but I don't want to get used to it, so I'll
need six cans of petrol. Bring them to the garage, put them in the back of the car.
Six cans? Tommy, if you ever want a job, I'll get you your own shovel. Petrol,
yeah. Yeah. Climbed over mountains Travelled the sea Cast down off heaven Cast down
on my knees I've lain with the devil Cursed God above Forsaken heaven To bring you
my love Far too gorgeous for some half-blind auntie. She's my harshest critic. I
have to be perfect. She's not half-blind, she's half-deaf. So what time will you be
back? Before midnight. I'll be awake. Is this your house? Yes. Have a seat. Do I
not get a drink? Please. ~ You want one? ~ Yes. Still whisky? Yes. But other things
have changed. I saw vans with your name on at the docks. Yes, some things have
changed. Tommy, I really wasn't sure about coming tonight I lit a fire in the
bedroom upstairs. My plan was that we sit here for a while and talk about old
times, drink some whisky. And I was going to tell you I hadn't spent a day without
thinking about you. And then we were going to go upstairs and sleep together. But
just now, on the way to opening the door, I changed my mind. So just have one
drink, tell me how happy you are in New York and then you can go. You "changed your
mind"? Mmm. So you can go. As a matter of fact, I am happy in New York. ~ And I am
married. ~ Oh, yeah, he's rich, I know. And he's sweet and he's kind to me, so what
makes you think that I would have gone to bed with you after one whisky and some
conversation? ~ I was accounting for three whiskies. ~ How dare you? Doesn't matter
now, because I've changed my mind. I came here because you asked me. Even though
he's sweet and he's kind to you? ~ And now I feel like an idiot. ~ Well, then go.
(Jesus. ) But you're still here. Are you so certain? That you're still in love with
me? I was, but I'm not any more. You're not armed, Grace, are you? No, I'm not
armed. I don't carry guns. I don't have to. You don't have a sense of humour any
more, either. What are you talking about? Thing is, I hate reunions. I didn't want
to sit here for hours talking about nothing and dancing around what we really want
to say. So now I know you're happy in New York. I know your husband's rich and
sweet and kind to you. I know you're unarmed and you didn't come here for sex,
because you don't love me any more. And it's only three minutes past. Another
drink? I'll take that as a yes. It's good to see you, Grace. So you didn't light
the fire? You see, my real plan . . was that we go out. I want to impress you.
Now . . do you like Charlie Chaplin? Yes, I like Charlie Chaplin. Good. But I bet
you've never heard Charlie Chaplin speak. I thought you were taking me to see
Charlie Chaplin. ~ I am. ~ This isn't a picture house. No, it's not a picture
house. So how will I see Charlie Chaplin? You will see him and you will hear him,
just like I promised. ~ There you go, there's Chaplin. ~ Oh, my God, that's him. ~
Mm-hm. ~ That's really Charlie Chaplin in person. ~ Yep. He's in England, promoting
his film. ~ And how the hell do you know Charlie Chaplin? ~ I don't, I know his
bodyguard, Wag MacDonald. It's that chap there. I was a bookie in Birmingham, then
he went to Los Angeles. You see, Wag is also a Romany Gypsy, as is Chaplin. But he
keeps it a secret. Chaplin was born on the Black Patch, a Gypsy camp in Birmingham.
That's why he gave Wag the job, even though Wag was on the run. Thank you. Thank
you. See, we've all got secrets, Grace. Come on, I'll introduce you. Hello, Wag. Mr
Chaplin, this is Grace. Hello, Mr Chaplin. ~ Hello. ~ Hello, Mr Campbell. You said
you knew my sister's address in Primrose Hill. So I expect you have men watching
the house, to see who comes and goes. Well, tonight, your men will see me return to
the house with a very beautiful woman. She will stay until just before midnight.
Course, I'll close the curtains. Can you guess who the woman is? Liar! Sleep well,
Mr Campbell. Tommy. Tommy, do you have someone? (It's too late, Tommy. ) (It's 11,
Grace. ) I mean, it's too late. If you'd come with me to New York I had things to
do. You mean the coin landed the wrong way? It couldn't have worked. That was a
question. (Tommy, do you have someone?) (I have a race horse. ) She's going to win
the Derby. MUSIC: Catherine by PJ Harvey Till the light that shines on me I damn to
hell every second you breathe I envy the road the ground you tread under I envy the
wind your hair riding over I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers I envy to
murderous envy your lover Till the light shines on me I damn to hell every second
you breathe Till the light shines on me I damn to hell every second you breathe
Till the light shines on me I'll drive you. When do you sail back? We don't know
yet. You don't have a return ticket? This wasn't right, Tommy. When do you go back,
Grace? They're doing tests on us. I don't know when they'll be finished. We're
having treatment. A doctor in Harley Street. Some new thing. A breakthrough. We're
trying for a baby. Why did you come here tonight? The doctor believes it's surely
me who's at fault. ~ I am sorry. It is no-one's fault. ~ I'm tired of that. Can I
see you again? Grace? You're used to working under cover, eh? I've never lied to
him once. So tell him the truth. Put your arms up. What have we got here then? Take
your fucking hands off me! Here he is. The King of London Town. You been enjoying
yourself? Oh, yes, fucking great. Surrounded by Sabini's men. Rats everywhere.
Fucking cockneys. Well, at least you're going to get what you've always wanted. ~
And what's that? ~ You've tried to hang yourself twice. Now the King's going to do
it for you. ~ I've been
a fucking idiot. ~ Yeah. I haven't appreciated nothing, John. Are you fucking
repenting or something? Drawing. I used to be good at drawing. Arthur, please. For
God's sake. I don't need this. I should have listened more in class What fucking
class? You were never there! I used to draw horses. Arthur Stallions. Great big
ones. They looked real. Arthur. Not stallions, not now. I should have done more
with my life, John. Good things. ~ Arthur, for God's sake ~ Even Ada said it wasn't
my fault. ~ Arthur, will you listen? ~ They are going to hang me, John. They're not
going to hang you. Says who? Tommy. And how is Houdini going to get me out of this?
~ Well ~ Don't tell me. He's got a plan. ~ But you don't know what that plan is, do
you, John? ~ I do Because we just, we can't be trusted. All right. If he's so
fucking clever, why am I in here? ~ Well ~ Why is all our men and half our whisky
being lifted? Hmm? The Jew and the cockney have run rings round him. ~ Will you
shut up? ~ Look at you. Look. A big fucking man Fucking shut up! He's already told
me what I've got to do. What business have you got here? I just pulled over. I
never smoke and drive, you know. Where are you from? I'm from Ireland. The
beautiful north, where the rocks sing in the wind. Where in the beautiful north?
You know, I just pulled over for a fag. I want to see some identification. Hey!
Come home Like me You're home now Here with me Come home With your son Tomorrow
might never come May! Tommy! Does it really stop the horses from getting worms?
Yep. It really does. Anyway, I thought it would make you smile. I'm sorry that you
had to drive through the night. Must be exhausted. You can go and sleep if you
want. May? We have to stop. This. I came here to tell you we have to stop. Why?
Because I'm me and you're you? That old thing? There's someone. For a long time.
And I didn't want you to think anything about how it's going to be after the race.
Not many of your people know about me so I haven't done the damage that would come.
"My people"? ~ But the damage isn't done, is what I mean. ~ Right. And even if it's
like this, I want the horse to stay here. To stay. Yes, of course. Epsom is close.
I haven't got my outfit yet, so it's all right. You can still be with me in the
enclosure. Very gracious of you, Sir(!) You can wear something It's funny, isn't
it, because you'll be up there and I'll be down in the ring. Sort of upside down,
isn't it? You can still be with me after and you can still wear something. I will
be covered in mud, from the ring. May, forget about men like me. I was going to
tell you how much she's improved. There are other men who I think she stands a
chance of placing. So So the silly part of our business is done. Are you going to
drive straight off to Birmingham, or? What if I said, er, "All right, I'll stay"?
After what I just said. Then that would be all right. You talk about "damage". The
damage not yet done. You don't think half of London already thinks that I am
fucking a racketeer? Laughing about it. Laying bets on when you'll steal the
silver. You think your people are ruthless? Try mine. So that is why you carry on,
eh? Because you can't back down. Amongst many other illogical reasons. So will you
drive straight off, or? I haven't got any petrol in the garage. I have some cans of
petrol in the car. Good. So you can go. They look happy in there, eh? And why
wouldn't they be? Who is she? Someone who's sailing away. So let her sail. You've
told me about her. Like a gentleman. Now kindly behave like a gangster again. Feel
sorry for me. It's fine. Because your horse will come fifth or sixth. But I will
win you. Mr Shelby is just parking his car. He said for you to wait in here. Isn't
this is impressive? And what is it you exactly do here? I exactly am a secretary to
Mr Shelby. A secretary! My, my, my! All that paperwork. Do you want tea? No. I keep
everything locked up, Mr Campbell. Everything of value. Take a seat. How is your
company treasurer, Polly? Why do you ask? Oh. Just give her my regards. Ah! You
like to play with fire, don't you, Mr Shelby? Yesterday, in Belgravia, Field
Marshall Russell's house was burnt out. An incendiary device was put through his
letter box. Which means that he will have to find somewhere else to live for at
least the next three months. Which also means that your plan for me to break in and
shoot him in his bed is no longer an operational possibility. Indeed, but if you
think a wee burn frees you from your obligations, think again I will keep my side
of the bargain. Oh, by God, you will. I will shoot your Field Marshal. But I will
do it in a way that serves my purpose. The only purpose is MY purpose. I will carry
out the assassination at a place of my choosing. Listen to me. All operational
detail must be mutually agreed. I am a soldier of experience and I will determine
where and when Now, that man has 24-hour armed police protection. Your plan was
full of holes, Mr Campbell. My plan was mutually agreed! And now your plan is up in
smoke! And I have formulated the only viable alternative. For God's sake. What do
you mean? How would you get to him? I won't. He'll come to me. Now listen to me, Mr
Shelby. When this meeting is concluded I must report directly to Mr Winston
Churchill. Your relationship with Mr Churchill is not my concern. And Mr Winston
Churchill will need to hear details. Well, you tell him he'll have to trust me.
Look, Mr Campbell, I will carry out my mission. ~ Good. Good. ~ But I will do it in
a place where it will be impossible for you or your men to have me shot afterwards.
Because that was your plan, eh? Coppers front and back. No way out. Me shot dead,
dumped in the Thames. I will do the killing, but in a place where that will not be
an option. I have recently become a racehorse owner, Mr Campbell. It's, er Well,
perhaps you can guess which one is my horse. Where and when? Epsom. Derby day.
MUSIC: Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds On a gathering storm comes a
tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

Season 2 Episode 6
The pro-treaty paddies and the king want the same man dead. You have been chosen,
Mr Shelby. The Epsom Derby, Pol. We'll be drinking with the bloody king. For the
last ten years, Sabini's made it his race. If we're going to take him down, might
as well make it there. ~ It's good to see you, Grace. ~ Tommy, do you have someone?
Your horse will come fifth or sixth. But I will win you. Mr Churchill was
impressed. He has asked that the Colonial Office grant him an Empire export
licence. I want my son out of prison. Now. He can be freed by tomorrow morning. I'm
talking about a simple transaction here. I will carry out the assassination at a
place of my choosing Epsom. Derby Day. 'My name is Thomas Shelby. 'And today, I'm
going to kill a man. 'Today is Derby Day '. . and the murder will take place this
afternoon at the Epsom races 'It may be that I am able to escape after the killing.
'The odds are not good. 'Which is why I'm writing this letter. 'I have been forced
by agents of the crown to carry out this murder 'and in the event of my own death
'I want the following facts to be known. 'My family are innocent of any
involvement. ' Who are we? ~ Small Heath Rifles! ~ Let's go. 'And while some of
them may be guilty of other things '. . I have not shared details of this mission
with any of them 'and no company assets were used. 'Agents of the crown have joined
forces with the pro-treaty Fenians 'to arrange this murder. 'I believe the
Government intend to falsely blame the anti-treaty IRA. 'Therefore, the bullet I
fire this afternoon 'will be the starting gun for Civil War in Ireland. 'The man I
have been instructed to kill is Field Marshall Russell, 'formerly a Black and Tan
commander, 'who committed many atrocities in the county of Cork. 'There is no
remorse in my heart at the prospect of his death. 'However, the conspiracy behind
the killing 'is cause for international concern. 'Such is the gravity of my secret
mission 'that after I have served my purpose, I believe they intend to kill me. '
Do you want tea? 'I therefore want to name a particular individual in this letter.
'The agent who has initiated and orchestrated this crime 'is Major Chester Campbell
of the British Secret Intelligence Service. 'He chose me for this dirty business as
an act of vengeance, 'prompted by a hatred of long standing. 'In the event of my
death, it is imperative he be brought to justice. 'If you are reading this, then I
am dead already. 'I hope that living, as you do, in a truly free country, 'you will
be able to make the above facts known to the world. 'Yours sincerely, Thomas
Shelby. ' Did you one anyway, you ignorant git. Ada, sit down here for a minute.
Ada, if anything happens to me today . . I need you to post this letter. The
stamp's already on. Don't ask any questions. It's to do with insurance. Look,
Tommy? Whatever it is you're involved in, just tell us. God, you never let anybody
in. We love you, Tom. What are you doing up at six o'clock in the morning? ~ Ready?
~ What the bloody hell's going on? ~ Little errand. ~ What errand? ~ He just has to
stand there, Ada ~ Stand where? ~ Let's go Come on. ~ James, what's going on? Don't
listen to him, James, he'll get you killed! What errand? For the cause, Ada. The
good old cause. MUSIC: Arabella by The Arctic Monkeys Arabella's got some
interstellar-gator skin boots And a helter skelter round her little finger And I
ride it endlessly Hands off cocks, on with socks One at a time. One at a time, that
is all I ask. You're getting out, Mr Shelby. My days end best when this sunset gets
itself Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger All ten witnesses against
you withdrew their statements. Last night. All at once. Nine o'clock. Don't ask me
why because I don't know. For the next ten minutes, you don't do or say anything I
haven't told you. All right? ~ All right? ~ Yeah. Hello, Ollie. Hang on Just you,
yeah? He stays out here. You stay here. The light The horizon tries But it's just
not as kind on the eyes As Arabella As Arabella Just might have tapped into your
mind and soul You can't be sure That's magic in a cheetah-print coat Just a slip
underneath it, I hope Asking if I can have one of those Organic cigarettes that she
smokes Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke Johnny fucking Dogs. . . Makes you
wish that you were the bottle. How did he get me out of there? I need to get you to
a telephone. You need to make a call. It is all part of Tommy's plan Apparently.
That'll probably be for you, won't it? Hello? Arthur. You're out? Right, so that'll
be your side of the street swept up, won't it? Where's mine? What you got for me? ~
Signed by the Minister of the Empire himself. ~ Yeah? Which means that you can put
your rum in our shipments and no-one at Poplar Docks will lift a canvas. You know
what? I'm not even going to have my lawyer look at that. No. No, it is all legal.
You know what, mate? I trust you. That is that. Done. So, whisky. There is one
thing, though, however, that we do need to discuss. ~ What would that be? ~ It says
here of your export business. As we agreed on the telephone. No, no, no, no. See, I
had my lawyer draw this up for us, just in case. It says that here, that 100% of
your business . . goes to me. ~ I see. ~ Just there Don't worry about it, right.
Cos it is totally legal, binding. All you have to do is sign the document and
transfer the whole lot over to me. Sign just here, is it? Yeah. I see. That's
funny, that is. ~ What? ~ No, that's funny. I'll give you 100% of my business?
Yeah! Why? Ollie, no. No. No. Ollie, no. Put that down. He understands. He
understands. He's a big boy, he knows the road. Now, look, it's just non-fucking-
negotiable. That is all you need to know, so all you have to do is sign the fucking
contract. ~ Right there. ~ Just sign here. ~ With your pen. ~ I understand. Good.
Get on with it. I have an associate waiting for me at the door. I know, he looks
like a choirboy but he is actually an anarchist ~ from Kentish Town. ~ Tommy, I am
going to fucking shoot you. Right? Now, when I came in here, Mr Solomons, I stopped
to tie my shoelace Isn't that a fact, Ollie? I stopped to tie my shoelace. And
while I was doing it, I laid a hand grenade under one of your barrels. A mark 15
with wire trip. My friend upstairs is like one of those anarchists that blew up
Wall Street, you know? He's a professional. And he's in charge of the wire. If I
don't walk out of that door by the stroke of seven, he's going to trigger the
grenade and your very combustible rum will blow us all to hell. And I don't
care . . cos I am already dead. He tied his lace, Alfie. And there is a kid at the
door. From a good family, too. Ollie, it is shocking what they become. What were
you doing when this happened? He tied his lace. Nothing else. Yeah. But what were
you doing? Marking the runners in the paper. What are you doing? Just checking the
time. Carry on. Ollie, I want you to go outside and shoot that boy in the face from
the good family. Anyone walks through that door except me, he blows the grenade. ~
He tied his fucking lace, Alfie. ~ I did tie my lace. I bet hundred to one . . that
you're fucking lying, mate. ~ That's my money. ~ Well, you see, you have failed to
consider the form. I did blow up my own pub for the insurance. OK, right, well,
considering the form, I would say, 65 to one. Very good odds. And I would be more
than happy and agree for you to sign over 65% of your business to me. ~ Thank you.
~ 65? No deal. Ollie, what do you say? Jesus Christ, Alfie, He tied his fucking
lace. I saw him. Look, he planted a grenade. I know he did. Alfie, it is Tommy
fucking Shelby. You are behaving like a fucking child. This is a man's world. Now,
get that apron off and sit in the corner like a little boy. Fuck off. Now! ~ Four
minutes. ~ Right, four minutes. Talk to me about hand grenades. The chalk mark on
the barrel at knee height said, "Hamilton Christmas". I took out the pin and put it
on the wire. Based on this . . 45%. Aw, fuck off, Tommy. That's far too little. In
France, Mr Solomons, when I was a tunneller. A clay kicker. A 179. I blew up
Schwaben Hohe. Same kit I'm using today. Funny that. I do know the 179 and I heard
they all got buried. Three of us dug ourselves out. Like you're digging yourself
out now. Like I'm digging now. (Fuck me!) Listen, I'll give you 35%. That's your
lot. ~ You're late. ~ I had business. How the fuck did you get me out of that? I
need you today, brother. ~ And pulled some strings. You all right? ~ I am now. So,
Arthur's back in charge now? He's in charge of you and you're both in charge of
him. ~ Look-out duties only today. ~ Tommy, I'm getting sick of this Finn, you
don't obey orders, you don't come. ~ Johnny Dogs. ~ Tommy? ~ Your boys will meet us
there? ~ The Lees will be there, Captain. "Captain"? Aye, we promoted you. Well,
the boys decided you're no longer like a Sergeant Major. Fucking those rich women
and using those fancy words. I'd say you're more like a captain these days. Fine,
well, I'll take it as a compliment. Just don't bloody shoot me. Let's go to the
Derby, boys. Right then, load them up. Hello? No, I'm afraid Mr Shelby is in
London. He can't be reached. No, he won't be back today. He's at the races. The
Epsom races. The Epsom Derby. Can I ask who's calling? I'm going to the station. ~
What's that? ~ That money's yours. You take the money, you get a train and you
start a new life in London. I don't want to see you here when I get back. If I get
back. Everything's an "if" in this Birmingham life. You can write on Sundays. And
visit on Holy Days. But I want you to wash this city out your hair and your
clothes. It is what I should have done at the start. Now, I've got business to
attend to. I do love you, Michael. I love you, too. You'll miss your train. My
beloved greyhounds . . behold today's rabbit. When I give you the signal,
I want you to send that man to his maker. I decided to use you men, because I
couldn't trust the hearts and the livers of the English pansies and posies they've
given me as operatives. Now . . this is a man of some capability . . but I expect
no excuses and no failures. The Red Right Hand of the Ulster Volunteer Force will
not let you down, Mr Campbell. The Red Right Hand. Good luck, gentlemen. They're
whispering his name Through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat Is a red
right hand. Gentlemen, today we are not fucking about. I hope you've all obeyed
instructions and brought loaded firearms with you. ~ Yes. ~ Very good. You all know
that if you are lifted on a race track these days with a loaded weapon, you get 20
years. That's all right. Today, you won't get lifted. Because today, there'll be no
coppers around to lift you. At exactly three o'clock, there will be an incident in
the owner's enclosure. And all the coppers on the track will be diverted. All of
them. They'll be looking for someone. ~ So, you'll be free to operate at will. ~
Looking for who? Me. They'll be looking for me. Now, while the coppers are busy
with me, you will make your move on Sabini's pitches. You confiscate his takings,
you destroy his licences and you do it at gunpoint. He usually has police
protection, so they won't be armed. We should aim to complete the take over without
a shot being fired. Understood? And remember, the licences are more important than
the takings. All right. Before the fun begins, you can all lay ten bob on Nom De
Guerre. I hear she's going to win. Only beer beforehand, boys. There'll be plenty
of time for rum and whisky after. And remember, do not make a move until three,
when the coppers leave. ~ That is all. ~ Feeling lucky, John. Incidents What are
you going to do that's going to make every copper at the Derby look the other way?
Trust me, brother! Over here. Over here. Are you ready, boys? Ten, please. It's
right here, mate. She threw a shoe coming out of the box. She looks in fine shape.
Hello, hello, hello. ~ Should I be worried? ~ You should not. Go and drink. Enjoy
the day. I'll come and find you when the race is done. That's nice, is that yours?
My mother wore it to the Derby in 1895. She was presented to Queen Victoria. After
the race, I'll change in the horse box and then come and join you up there with the
toffs. What do you say? Hm yeah. You don't want me to join you. It's fine. I'll
stay down here in the mud. Whatever happens today, it was good. You mean win or
lose? Yeah. Win or lose. You know I never watch the race. I can't stand it. I
always like to find somewhere dark and quiet Tommy? If you can't find me up there,
I'll come and find you later. What do you mean? Whatever happens, May, no regrets.
No regrets. And I will find you. Right. Remember that. Bye. MUSIC: Down By The
Water by PJ Harvey I lost my heart under the bridge To that little girl Put this on
Nom De Guerre. ~ Down by the water ~ Down by the water ~ I took her hand ~ I took
her hand ~ Just like my daughter ~ Just like my daughter ~ There he is Fucking
meatball bollocks. Come on. Let's go. I have to talk to you. ~ Grace. What are you
doing here? ~ I have to talk to you. Grace this is not a good time. This way.
Excuse us. Whatever it is, Grace, it'll have to wait. It can't wait. It wasn't me
who was at fault. I'm pregnant. The baby's yours. But he'll believe Make your
husband believe that it's his. Is that what you want me to do? Grace, I seriously
have things to do. ~ It's not even worth the toss of a coin this time. ~ Grace. I
have things to do. When they are When they are done, I will decide. ~ And when will
that be? ~ After the race. After the race? After the fucking race, Tommy? When the
race is over, I will decide what to do. ~ What to fucking do. All right? ~ But,
Tommy I was right not to tell him. I could have phoned him and lied, but I didn't.
Just tell me I was right not to phone and lie. Agree with that, Tommy. Yes. Yes,
Grace. Because the thing is . . I love you, not him. That is a thing. ~ A baby,
Thomas. ~ Yes. Go to your race. ~ Where will you be? ~ I'll be waiting. I'll wait
where they lay their bets. Found a lost sheep. Come on, Lizzie. ~ What do you
think? ~ About what? ~ About the dress? ~ Undo two buttons. Come on! ~ Oh, Tommy, I
never thought I'd see the like of this. ~ Yeah. But I do know that I'm here to
work. ~ So you may have noticed I haven't taken a drink. ~ Here. Take this. You
might need it. What's the work you want me to do here today, Tommy? Taking notes on
a meeting? No, Lizzie. You're not here to take notes. My shorthand won't be
required. Lizzie . . there's a man here. And I need him to be separated from the
crowd and taken to a quiet place. "A quiet place"? ~ Lizzie, I know what I said. ~
Yeah, you know. You know you told me I shouldn't do that kind of work any more. I
just need you to isolate him is all. No exceptions, you said. I have drawn a map,
all right? Of where exactly you need to take him. For months, I made no exceptions,
~ Because you told me not to. ~ Lizzie just keep him busy at the place marked with
an X and I'll get to you before he can start, I promise. All right? Mustn't smudge
my eyes. He might not like that. Lizzie, this is the only time. And after this,
never again. All right, I'll pay you an extra five DO NOT talk to me about money
now. Not right now or I swear I'll break this glass in your eyes. "No exceptions"
has been no hardship. You know why? Hmm? Doesn't matter. ~ Who is he? ~ To your
right. Soldier. Smoking a cigarette. Just be alone with him at three when the race
starts. I'll do the rest. Yeah? ~ Got a piece of chalk? ~ Chalk? It's how the
soldiers know. It doesn't matter. Just give me the fucking chalk! Lizzie, it is
going to be all right, eh? I'll get to you, I promise, before it can start. I will
be there. Keep them fucking guns ready. ~ Keep them guns ready. ~ He's here, boss.
The coppers aren't moving. They're stood there like fucking gargoyles. Keep your
wits about you, boys, all right?! 'Ladies and gentlemen, the race will begin in
four minutes. 'Please make your way track side' Shouldn't you be busy? When you
plan something well there's no need to rush. You know something? I actually trust
you to do this. Do you think there might be some measure of respect developing
between us? 'Ladies and gentlemen, the runners and riders 'are coming to order.
Please take your seats' Old foes who have grown to admire each other? And see each
other's professional virtues. Personally I think not. I think not. Well, I'll drink
to that. 'Ladies and gentlemen, please be upstanding for the national anthem. ' So,
is the plan that you'll stay together for ever? Or perhaps she'll whore for you and
take her husband's money. Is that the plan? How wrong I was about her? I was wrong
about her, as well. You once said to me, that men like us can never be loved. But
she loves me. She told me. She loves me. And all you got was a bullet and a fucking
wolf head cane. Well, bully for you. This I know Ahead of you is damnation. But I
have the love of God and the certainty of salvation. I know what you did to Polly.
I know what happened to Michael in jail. Today, it will be me dead or you. But
whoever it is, they'll wake up in hell tomorrow. 'Ladies and gentlemen, 'the
runners and riders are under starter's orders. ' 'And they're off!' Come on, girl.
Come on. At least make a showing. Come on, Tommy. What a pretty dress. Take it off.
Shall we take this off first, shall we? ~ Lift up your dress and show me that
you're clean. ~ Oh! Do as you're told! We should take it slow. We've got all the
time. This area is closed off. ~ What? ~ The king will be coming this way after the
race. This area is secured. You'll have to go round. Get the fuck off! Fuck off.
Get the fuck off me! Oi! RUSSELL! Fuck! Lizzie? Where were you? Where the fuck were
you? Give me the gun, Lizzie. Lizzie. I'm sorry. Fuck off! Fuck off! Lizzie, just
go. Go on. GO! Officers Officers, I was taking a shit and I heard voices, Irish
voices. Then I heard a shot. I swear to God, there's a soldier lying dead in there.
Get every man in uniform around the king! Every man in uniform around the king!
Right now. The IRA are on the course. Everyone to the king! The Royal Enclosure
now! All right, make ready, boys, this is it. Right, you four get round the back.
You take three of your boys Scudboat, come on Show them guns. Right, you come with
us and you stay back. Let's go! Put your hands in the air. Turn around! Is there a
problem? There are Fenians on the course. A soldier's been shot. Someone said there
was an Irishman in here. That was correct. Very sorry, sir. Shadow Security to His
Majesty. I will now take command of the situation. MUSIC: Come On Over by Royal
Blood Mr Sabini, you're late. Have a seat. What happened to your nose? You want to
have that brother of yours put down. I tried that. He bit the vet. I told the
coppers that you're a fucking Gypsy racketeer Peaky Blinder and they're coming,
they are going to throw you out before the king comes up here. Well, from what I
saw, the police are a bit busy right now. Did you win any money today, Mr Sabini?
Where are our coppers? I said to that sergeant one minute, he said two, and it's
fucking ten. Like I told you, they're a bit busy. Same as my boys. ~ What the fuck
does that mean? ~ What does that mean? Well, my boys are on the track having a
little bonfire. Gaming licences, you know. Fuck You placed too much reliance on the
police for your security, Mr Sabini. That was a mistake. No, no. Think about who
you are. Think about where you are. You pull a weapon, you are the king's assassin.
Sit down and stay calm. Good. Now, your next mistake, Mr Sabini, was breaking your
promise with Alfie Solomons. You promised Alfie that his bookies could come to
Epsom. He was very hurt when you said
no. He was very hurt. And that is why me and Alfie are back in business. Police!
All right! It's all right, officers, he's just a bad loser. You fucking lose, you
fucking Gypsy bastard!! You lose! What the fuck are you looking at?! Step back!
Move! You are now a prisoner of the Red Right Hand. Now, take his hat and gun. Get
him up. Easy Take a seat. Now, you make yourself nice and comfortable. We're just
going for a wee drive, Mr Shelby. Let's go. I guessed and then John confirmed it.
Guessed what? Who are you? I'm May Carleton. I trained Tommy Shelby's horse. And
you're the woman who he said was going to sail away. I see he didn't tell you about
me. He did tell me about you. I wonder if that's significant. Tell me what about
you? You have any idea where he is? I'm waiting for him here. There's been trouble
on the track. All the bookies have had their licences burned. Shouldn't you be down
with the horses Which means they will have to re-apply for their legal pitches.
It's all part of Tommy's plan for the future. What do you know about Tommy's
future? The applications will be denied, of course. And all the pitches will be
allocated instead to Tommy's bookies. I know because I'll make sure of it. I have
influence with the board. There's business and there's love. Is there? With Thomas
Shelby? What do you want from him? The same as you. I want to feel alive. Did he
tell you my name? My name is Grace. In your statement to the House, sir, I believe
that you should say that witnesses heard the killers say that they were members of
the IRA and that the killing was in retribution for actions of the Field Marshal in
County Cork. Oh Our friend from Birmingham? He has been taken care of. Oh A very
good day, sir. Thank Oh Sorry, I must go. Goodbye. Polly. Tommy told me you'd be
here. And I told Tommy it should be me who finishes you. Small and weak. That's how
you like it, isn't it? Well, this time small and weak has got a gun. You wouldn't
do that here. No? Do you see any coppers? I don't. They're all around your precious
king. Polly. Polly ~ Some part of you ~ I have no parts. Some part of you wanted
me, as well. I know that. I felt it. And sure as hell some part of me wants you
still. Not just that part. Some part of my soul. Some part of my soul. Curious how
that is to me And curious that it should be you. Opposites, perhaps. Opposites. And
that that thing sticking in my heart you own. You own part of that heart. You do.
You do, Polly. You do. Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders. MUSIC: River Styx by
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club Will you lay me down? Will you lay me down? Will you
lay me down inside heaven's walls Where every soul is a setting sun? Let's get you
home. Come on. Look at this place! We own it! Put your money away before I take it
off you. Fucking clear off! Get up! Lizzie. What the fuck are you doing here?
Working for Tommy. Same as all of us. You work for the Blinders? What happened to
you? Fell over. Don't fucking give me that. Lizzie Come here, come on, come here.
Come here Were you working? Yeah? Thought you'd earn yourself a few bob at the
races, eh? This has got to stop, Lizzie. It's got to stop. Tommy has already told
you. The toffs at the races are the worst. You know that. Come here, come here.
Look at me Cheer up. We won. We fucking took Epsom! We kicked the Cockneys' fucking
arses. Congratu-fucking-lations. We fucking beat them, all right. John didn't even
shoot his gun. We're kings. Kings of the fucking world! John? I don't see the same
thing in your eyes that I see in Tommy's. You should get out. You should get out.
Where is Tommy anyway? Were any of you boys in France? Allow a man a cigarette? The
Somme. Black Woods. The Somme. The Bulge. Smoke. So fucking close. So fucking
close. Oh And there's a woman. Yeah. A woman . . I love. And I got close. I nearly
got FUCKING EVERYTHING! Ah, what the fuck. Get it done, boys. Comrade, we have our
orders. You know how it is. I know how it is. In the bleak mid winter. At some
point in the near future, Mr Churchill will want to speak to you in person, Mr
Shelby. He has a job for you. We will be in touch. Get out of the grave, tinker! Be
on your fucking way! MUSIC: All My Tears by Ane Brun When I go. don't cry for me In
my father's arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed
and I'll be whole Sun and moon will be replaced with the light of Jesus' face And I
will not be ashamed for my saviour knows my name FUCK! It don't matter where you
bury me I'll be home and I'll be free It don't matter anywhere I lay All my tears
be washed away All my tears be washed away All my tears be washed away. Right
Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to raise a toast! To the Small Heath Rifles! The
Small Heath Rifles! The Lee Boys And to the Peaky fucking Blinders! Who's going to
stop us, eh? Nobody. Polly and I had a bet. One of us bet you'd take the money and
go. And one of us bet you'd still be here. She wants me to stay. You know
something, Michael? What Polly wants will always a mystery to me. I decided. I want
to make real money. With you. I've got some ideas, Michael, for the future of the
company. And also . . I'm planning on getting married. On a gathering storm comes a
tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

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Oh, and there's a woman. Yeah. A woman. Who I love. And I got close. In the bleak
midwinter At some point in the near future Mr Churchill will want to speak to you
in person, Mr Shelby. He has a job for you. We will be in touch. I'm going to take
him. Oh, thank you. Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets
lie in the border fires In the humming wires Some of us know the words. Past the
square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand. Trot on. In the
bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Trot on. Trot on.
Water like a stone Snow had fallen Snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak
midwinter Long ago. Here come the fucking cavalry. Late as usual. Dearly beloved.
We are gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony Thomas Michael Shelby
and Grace Helen Burgess. It's up in the morning It's on the downs Little white
clouds like gambolling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted
robin beats his wings His throat, it trembles when he sings Those flowers need to
go there. Do you, Thomas Michael Shelby, take Grace Helen Burgess to be your lawful
wedded wife? I do. Do you, Grace Helen Burgess, solemnly swear to love, honour and
obey till death do you part? I do. I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go on,
son! Still your hands And still your heart For still your face comes shining
through And all the morning glows anew Still your mind Still your soul For still
the fire of love is true And I am breathless without you Get out of it! - All
right, Arthur, come on. - Wait for me! Wait for me good self! Go on, take the
photograph! Go on, boy. Get them on the go. Tommy. - Get the bastards in the house.
- I will. I will. John! John Boy! John Boy. Get them in the house, all of them. Go
on, all of you! Back to the house. Come on! Still your hands And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through And all the morning glows anew Still your
soul Still your mind For still the fire of love is true And I am breathless without
you. All right, Pol. Tell the Lee girls I've counted all the paintings. Oh, Pol.
Some people here are not on the list. Curly, Charlie. Kitchen, five minutes.
Actually, we were told on the train there'd be cocaine. Jeremiah, John Boy,
kitchen, let's go. I swear to God, them fucking cavalry boys are asking for it. I
was told to ask someone young. Will there be cocaine? Sweetheart, I am young,
informed and very well equipped. You chose your man wisely. Come on, kitchen, now.
Arthur, this lady wants to play in the snow. No. No snow today. No snow today.
Kitchen, come on. I just wish Tommy was here. - Where are they? - I don't know,
Tom. Arthur, John, where are they? - I don't know. - I am telling you now, we got
lost. You really need to do a map. Tommy. Right, boys, you're all here. Today, this
is my fucking wedding day. Yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms.
Nevertheless. Nevertheless, John. Despite the bad blood, I'll have none of it on my
carpet. Now, for Grace's sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are
her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your
cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything Tom? - . . to What? - What
about snow? Yeah, their women are sports, I'll say that. No. No. No. No cocaine. No
cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of
their fucking cars. And you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh? I'm just
trying to sell you to them, Tom. But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers,
despite the provocation from the cavalry, no fighting! Oi! No fighting. No fucking
fighting. No fighting. NO FUCKING FIGHTING! Good. Get the fuck off me! You're
needed downstairs. Grace, you're needed downstairs. People are hungry. I was
putting Charles to sleep. I'll come down, but not with you like this. All right,
fine. Tommy. I thought today was the reason for the way you've been acting lately.
I know there's business on your mind. And I know there always will be. - Yeah. -
Look. I am sorry they wore their uniforms. Yeah, they fucking did, eh? They fucking
did. But I can tell it's more than that. You've been like this for weeks. I need
you to tell me that it's business making you like this and not regret over me. Say
it out loud and I'll know if it's true. It's business, Grace. And bad, bad business
it is, all round. And I'm scared, Grace. I'm scared for you. I'm scared for the
baby. And this is how I am when I'm scared. It is unfamiliar to you but not to me.
I can fucking be scared and carry on. And it's not pleasant to look at and no joy
to be around. All right? I'm sorry. We just made vows to share everything. Tell me
what it is you're afraid of. Stand up. Stand up. Stand up. Arthur's speech. I'm
scared of fucking Arthur's speech. All right? Me too. Tommy, what are you doing?
Tommy, there's half the British Army waiting for us downstairs. They're King's
Irish. We waited two weeks in the mud for them. Tommy. There are things that if I
take them off I won't be able to put back on. That's good. Hello, Mrs Shelby. I'm
sorry for being busy in my head. Let us complete the ceremony. Hey, listen. Listen.
Listen. What do you call an animal with a prick halfway up its back? A cavalry
horse. He gets it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Where the bloody hell are they? You're best
man, Arthur. Go and find them. Yeah. That's completely nonsense. You know, we're
part of a serious political movement and organisation. They're not "secret little
meetings", they're just meetings. We talk about the world, about the people in it,
about our current political landscape and what's going on. You know, we really need
to re-evaluate the way our government has - Very strange indeed. - Polly, he's
looking over. But, erm He's coming. He bloody is. Fuck. It's the wrong one. What do
you mean the wrong one? How many are there? There's two giving me the eye. I prefer
the other one. He looked harmless. It must be that bloody lipstick Tommy brought
you back from New York. I couldn't help noticing you are unaccompanied. I also am
alone. May I join you? Tommy? Oh. Didn't see a thing. Not see a thing. Sorry,
brother. I need you downstairs. That's all right, we're done. Are you good? - Yeah.
Never been better. - Yeah. - Are you drunk? - No. No. Here. All right, just one
drink, then. Linda's a good woman, Arthur. Good whisky. A good man needs to hold
out sometimes, eh? I won't mention this in my speech, then, eh? Not unless you want
to get cut, Arthur. Sorry, sister. Right. Look. Tell the maids to break out the
champagne. I'll be down in a minute. Champagne, yeah. OK. - Got it right here. -
Good. - I'm ready. - Good. Where are you from? I'm a refugee. From where? Russia.
In the past few months Thomas has developed some business interests with Russia. I
see he has confided in you. Hm. You need his permission to even speak to me. My
senior position within the Shelby company means I don't often have to ask
permission from anyone to do anything. So perhaps you'll just tell me why the fuck
you're talking Russian business on Thomas's wedding day. Hold on, wait a second. -
So you're saying I'm not allowed a man. - It's about your choice of man. I'm not
allowed a man on my arm? Fucking bastard. Michael, speeches. Come on. Arthur. You
know why he didn't come, don't you? Why who didn't come? My bloody man. Oh, you
mean the wop? I just heard there was a fire at his restaurant. Midnight last night.
And a smashed back window and a smell of petrol. Lizzie, we tried to talk some
sense into you. We did checks on him. He's had five different names in the last six
years - and he's got connections with the Naples boys. - Come on, Michael. What do
you know about love, about when lightning strikes? So, it was lightning, hmm? Not
petrol. - I thought you were off the whisky, Arthur. - Yeah, I am. I'm having a
couple now and again to remind myself why I don't drink it. You set fire to his
restaurant to stop him coming. You have no right to choose who I step out with in
my own time! Lizzie, you now have an important position in this company. You got
the order the same as us. You can do it. Until further notice no fraternising with
the foreigners. Yeah, well, you can tell Tommy from me all the girls in the office
think he's losing his fucking mind. To the bride. The bride. And now, according to
tradition, my best man will say a few words. Go on! Here he goes! Go on, Arthur!
I'd like to, erm I'm not one for speeches. Sing, then! I will later, John. But I
do, erm I do have some words written down here . . on this piece of paper. This
doesn't include everything that I want to say (Arthur, just read what we wrote
down, eh?) I will. I will, mm-hmm. But first First a few words from the heart. Erm
This man here, my brother, Tommy, helped me survive through some of the worst
times. It's a wedding, Arthur, tell a joke. Yeah. Tell a joke. What I am trying to
say is this. My brother, and the love of a good woman . . pulled me through that
time. Now Tommy also has the love of a good woman. Her name's Grace. Like the grace
of the good Lord. And even though the circumstances of their union was tragic
Right, let's Arthur, let's raise a toast, eh? To love, to peace, to marriage. And
to marriage. Well done, Arthur. Beautiful speech. Really nice. Really, really nice.
Where's he fucking going now? I think I messed it up. No, not a bit. You spoke with
such truth. And God heard you. Can I have a word with my brother, please, Linda?
What he was going to say was beautiful. Alone, please. All right. Come here. Come
here. We talked about this, Arthur. That's why we wrote it all down. Most of
Grace's side don't even know her husband killed himself. They
think it was an accident. - I know. - You know. - Yeah. - Yeah. What do you think
I am, hm? What do you think I am, Tommy, eh? You think I'm a fucking idiot - All
right, boys? - Yep. - Don't you? Come on. Having a good night. - You think I would
say it? - That's it. Right. Yeah. Keep walking. You nosy bastards. - Hey, you stay
away from me, Tommy. - Fucking hell. You stay away from me, I've had it. Ah, shit.
- Yeah. - Argh! - Yeah. Argh. Argh! Ah, shit. Three shots I've had, that's it. - I
know. - I drew the line. - I know. I know you've turned a corner. - Arthur. - Yeah.
- I know. - Yeah. I'm your best man. - I know. I wasn't going to tell no-one. It's
all right. It's done. Get up. Get up. Get up. Right The Russians have made contact.
We have to get used to how these bastards operate. For them, family is a weakness
and they go after them. For me, family is my strength. And there's business to be
done and I need you. Now, fuck speeches, fuck weddings. You're my best man every
fucking day. OK. Yeah? Now go and get John, get him sobered up. Find Johnny Dogs.
It's the Russians through the smoke tonight. - All right. - Good. Oh, and, Arthur
In future, it's not always right to listen to Linda. - Yeah? - Yeah. It's full of
gypsies and blacks. Grace says he exports automobiles to the colonies. Pol, now.
So, what does he say? He won't meet you unless you give us the name. What name? We
were told to ask for a code name when contact was made. Constantine. The code is
Constantine. Tommy said no racing, no gambling. Yeah, he's changed his mind. Right!
Don't worry, Finn, OK? Cavalry boys ride like a sack of stones. John, there's an
awful lot of King's shillings around here today. Now, out of loyalty to the
regiment, they'll all be putting their money on this bad boy that I filled up with
morphine and water. Here, Tommy's all right if I do the book, is he? He said
betting's OK, but all proceeds go to the Shelby Foundation charity. This charity of
his for real, then? He says he wants to be seen giving back to the poor of
Birmingham. That'll be me, John. Myself, if I can't earn a shilling here tonight. -
Huh? - They'll make him fucking Lord Mayor next. - That's the idea, Charlie boy. -
Fucking hell. Right. All you lot make as much noise and fuss as you can. Especially
fucking you. Ah. So, we're a fucking distraction, John, is it? Tommy's doing
business on a night he should be just fucking. Right, place your bets with me. Your
favourites. Your favourites. Come on, boys. Cos I hope my wife's friend doesn't
fall off the fucking horse. Come on! For charity?! Shut up. Ah, you found it. We
nearly gave up. Did he tell you what my business with him is? The same shit the
Turks used to smoke. I wonder, why does he trust his aunt more than his brothers?
Go and watch the race, boys. The Turk's clean. - I am Russian. - Same fucking
thing. So you make contact on my wedding day. You now have very powerful enemies,
at the Soviet Embassy and within your own government. You are being watched -- at
your house, your office, your clubs, your bars. You best be quick or I'll be
missed. Where's the money? The Duke's niece is bringing it from London. I was told
money on contact. My employer only trusts members of his family with cash. She will
be at Snow Hill Station at ten o'clock. A woman alone in Birmingham with 10,000 in
cash. She also has a revolver. - Oh, I see. - I thought you trusted women. I don't
trust Birmingham. I'll have her picked up. - By who? - By the police, pal. This is
our city. Fucking beautiful horse, Tom. Beautiful. - He's a natural, that boy. -
Yeah. Good posture. - Rides like Dad. - Right, listen to me. Tell Johnny Dogs and
his boys to light a fire in the woods. A big one, to take meat. Send Finn to watch
the gates. Moss is bringing someone. You don't? I just needed to bring you
somewhere nobody could see. But your friend gave this to me. He said you all did
it. Not me. But it's all right. Go on. I see you don't either. Don't be silly.
Everyone does. - So go on, then. Cut the snow. - We call it Tokyo. We call it
whatever the customer calls it. In London we were told you were all gangsters. So
that's why you got on the train to dirty old Birmingham. For a dirty old night. -
You don't look like the others. - That's the idea. I put it all together but I
don't partake. See, I've got a bright future, you see? Mapped out. But you want me
to be like them, don't you? There's a cavalry officer stationed in Ceylon. When his
tour of duty ends in March, we will be engaged. So I have a bright future too.
Mapped out. But you want to try things first. No. Keep it. As if I were a whore. If
that's the game you want to play Polly. Hello, Grace. You look absolutely
beautiful. Welcome to the family. Oh, I see. Tommy's orders. No upsets tonight.
Your hair, everything. Beautiful. Do you know where he is? Yes. Yes, I do. You
know, Tommy really wants to keep certain things a secret from me. But it's very
hard when you're man and wife. We were late coming down because we were having sex.
Afterwards he told me everything. Royalist Russians buying weapons to fight the
Bolsheviks in Georgia. A lost cause, Tommy says. Churchill is the go-between but
it's against government policy so everything must be kept a secret. You know it's
begun. They started the business tonight. No. I didn't. But you just told me, so
thank you. Let's not forget, I used to do this for a living. Oh, I haven't
forgotten, sweetheart. It's only Thomas that's forgotten what you are. Ladies and
gentlemen. The bride and the groom will now dance alone. Polly just told me there's
business being done. I didn't ask them to come. Tommy, please don't let anything
happen tonight. Just get this business done and get away from things like this.
I'll run the foundation, you run the tracks and sell cars. Promise me. Hm? A
wedding vowel. I promise. No guns in the house and Charles will never see one. I
love you, Thomas Shelby. You keep us safe. I love you. And I promise I will make us
safe. Ladies and gentlemen, you may now join. Gatehouse. Come on. Tommy, Arthur,
Collins, may I introduce you to the Grand Duchess Tatiana Petrovna . . from
Tbilisi, Georgia? Grand Duchess, may I introduce you to the Shelby brothers? Small
Heath, Birmingham. And, erm, good luck with this one, Tom. Give me the money. I was
told to give it to Mr Kaledin. Whoever it is up there, he gave the wrong name. We
asked him the name and he gave the wrong one. - What name did he give? - No. I
don't trust any of you. Now you give me the money. I know Mr Kaledin by sight from
Tbilisi. Is his hair dark? The instructions I was given was anyone using the wrong
code name was an infiltrator for the Soviet Embassy. Just let me go to the house. I
do not want this shit anywhere near my fucking house. All I know is no variations.
That's from Churchill himself. Whoever is up at the house, he gave the wrong
fucking name. And you do this to me on my fucking wedding day. The money is in the
car, Mr Shelby. Fetch it out and count it. Good. Finn. Yeah. We're good. You can
go. Moss. Can you do it? Can you kill? Moss, you take the Duchess back to
Birmingham. Righto, Tom. Go on, love. That's right. You've got to tell me the
reason, otherwise I'll never be able to trust you. The truth is . . that I slept
with the wife of one of the colonels who sat for me. But that was 12 years ago . .
and the aristocracy don't believe in forgiveness. Neither do the Shelbys. So we
kill him? He's a Red. We're being paid by the Whites. It's part of the contract.
Contract! We should never have got into this, Tom. There was no choice. A factory
break-in, that's what you said. Yeah, that's what it is. There's some shit that
goes with it. And who shovels it? Hm? Who fucking shovels it? Eh? - I fucking know.
- Arthur. - I fucking know. - Arthur There's ten times where that's coming from,
ten times, for lifting vehicles off a fucking shop floor. Vehicles, Tommy. Fucking
vehicles. Nothing about tanks. Arthur, you listen to me. You listen to me, all
right? There are powerful people in this country who want to help these mad
bastards, including the King, Churchill and half the fucking Tory party. And if we
refuse, Arthur, if we fucking refuse, they will see to it that we hang for all of
our many sins. Now, we've never earned money like this. Never. We'll use it to buy
the wharf at Boston docks. That's why I've asked for dollars. And when it's done
it's business as usual. Come on, brother. It's my wedding night. - Where's John? -
Looking for Esme. - Right. Ruben Oliver. Portrait artist. I really enjoyed the
depiction of you in the dining room. Nice to meet you, Mr Oliver. Danny, ragtime.
So, where were we? - Crimea. - I mean before I bored you with war. - Politics. -
Yes. You are the only one in your family who is a communist. Some of them are, they
just don't know it. And you are very close family, yes? Mm, always within punching
distance. What does that mean? It means yeah, we're a close family. Arthur? I do
apologise for the interruption. There is a woman here to see you, Mr Kaledin. She
just arrived. - So Tatiana made it from London safely? - Yes. - Where is she? - Out
by the stables. Can I use the lavatory? You can piss outside . . by the stables.
Very sensible idea, Mr Shelby. Clear the air away from the ladies. We are rather
like generals here, aren't we? Watching our men do battle. We are a bit too close
to the fighting to be generals, surely. You know, Mr Shelby, some of us only agreed
to come today to bless this union because of your exemplary war record. But as
Grace's uncle, and a kind of father to her for many years . . I am still deeply
uneasy about the many stories of corruption and violence. Drink the fucking wine
and smile. That's what I'm doing. Oh, you got me good there. Oh, you fucking
bastard. - Don't shoot. - No! - For the love of God. Don't shoot. - No! - No!
- For the love of God! - No! No! No! No! No! - No! - For the love of God! - What
was that? - Probably just a car backfiring. It wasn't the day I was expecting. Nor
me. But it's over now. Tomorrow it'll be just us. Come here. The water froze in my
car. They said I could stay. I know this is preposterous. Plenty of other rooms to
stay in. - Goodnight, Mr Oliver. - You have my card. Any time you're in London we
could have tea. I went looking for you. I thought you'd be in here. I knew it. I
wanted to end with a bit of peace. Look what I found. It's beautiful. Thanks.
Arthur, you mustn't worry about what happened with the speech. What was in your
heart was beautiful. God hears all the speeches that don't get said. And isn't it
nice to still be yourself at this time of night? Close your eyes, Arthur, and spend
a minute thinking about that. Come on Come on There. You think you drive me crazy
well Come on Come on You and whose army? You and your cronies - Come on - Shh. Come
on Holy Roman Empire Come on if you think Come on if you think You can take us all
on You can take us all on You and whose army? You and your cronies You forget so
easily We ride tonight We ride tonight Ghost horses Ghost horses We ride tonight
Ghost horses Ghost horses We ride tonight We ride tonight Ghost horses Ghost horses
Ghost horses. More money than all those fucking toffs put together, eh? And you're
willing to gamble it all on one robbery. I'm a gambling man, Pol. Take a little
walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a
bird of doom As it shifts and cracks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

Season 3 Episode 2
1 - Thomas Michael Shelby - Today is my wedding day [Go on,.] take the photograph!
- 'The Russians have made contact. - On your wedding night?' Whoever it is up
there, he gave the wrong name. Can you do it? Can you kill? You know why he didn't
come, don't you? My bloody man. 'There was a fire at his restaurant. ' No
fraternising with the foreigners. He's a cavalry officer. In March we'll be
engaged. 'But you want to try things first. 'Ruben Oliver. Portrait artist. ' You
have my card. What was in your heart was beautiful. Just get this business done and
get away from things like this. Promise me. I promise I will make us safe. Take a
little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms
like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires Hey, man, you know you're never coming back Past the square,
past the bridge Past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall
handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand Your brothers came to my
house. They said the Peaky Blinders had business with me. You're not afraid of me?
So, what is it you want from a simple working man? Fear. Poor Mr Nutley drank too
much. He went for a piss on the train tracks that run behind the factory. Train
came. They found his body in Saltley broken into bits. I know what you do. Tell me
what you want. There. The lot, complete warehouse. Bays four, five and six. You
have the keys? Yes, I have the keys. What's in bay four? Completed type 40s and
type 21s waiting for the paint shop. Bay five? Paint shop and parts. Uh-uh. So,
it's bay six. What is? Give me the keys to bay six. It's just old stock in storage.
Give me the keys to bay six. For your trouble. Give it to your charity I'm only
doing this for the safety of my family. So, will it be just boys in your charitable
institution or girls, as well? Both. You must divide them. You know how the little
creatures can get. Where are your people? You said they'd be here by five. They're
a law unto themselves. You can never quite grasp who they are. Like gripping wet
soap. I've done my research. Perhaps you know them as the, er Economic League. Only
once did I get a letter from them headed the Vigilance Committee. Which tips the
hand a little. Nope. The name I've heard is Section D. That's what Special Branch
calls them. Businessmen, MPs, army officers. Yes, it will be fun to bring such men
to a Gypsy scrapyard. You asked for privacy. Since the election, the Government has
decided that we are the enemy. When all we're trying to do is save the country from
revolution. Are you political, Mr Shelby? Because these odd fellows believe that
the time is coming soon when everyone must choose a side. Are your people coming,
or are they not coming? Mr Shelby, you will learn that these men are far too grand
for the clock to govern them. You'll get used to meeting in the small hours of the
morning. They're like monks. So, when is your charitable institute opening? When I
fucking say. Well, I'll stop by from time to time. Hear confession from the little
creatures. You will meet Mr Patrick Jarvis, MP. He'll probably want to become a
trustee. It's just his thing, to drop by in the evenings after a few drinks. We'll
make it a formal arrangement as part of the bigger deal between us. I will have an
office there. My God. Some devil gets into you, doesn't it, boy? Mr Shelby, if I
want to play the squire in your place of false charity then I will. Ambition for
respectability doesn't make you a saint. Am I wrong? Oh, Lord. That's six, is it?
Well, I will wish you a good day. The fuck are you going? Did I not make it clear?
They said if they weren't here by morning prayers then the meeting has been
cancelled. Perhaps Mr Jarvis has been held up at the House of Commons. Perhaps
Admiral Hall's been held up at the House of Lords. Am I impressing you? Or perhaps
they've decided they don't care for doing business with Gypsies in scrap-metal
yards. Which would be a poorer outcome for you. You give them a message from me,
priest. You tell them I've been to the factories and the armoured vehicles are in
good condition. How many? And the foreman is ours. This is someone you will meet,
today, at the Ritz. I have meetings today. You have one meeting. This one. In
London. So you'd best catch the milk train. Cold. My apologies, sir. And how many
times I asked you to tell them about sending us the servants' crockery? I have no
control over the choice of service, sir. Hmm. And what about the yesterday egg? And
last year's fish? And last century's tea leaves in a cracked pot? Sir, I have a
list of today's social engagements - if you'd like to hear them. - Oh, are we in a
rush today? I have duties at the main house, sir. Luncheon at the Ritz with Duke
Mikhail Mikhailovich. Cancelled. What reason? He says he's unwell, sir. You're due
to have tea at three with Prince Vsevolod Ivanovich and Lady Mary Lewington, sir
Mm. Good. I miss out on the bore and meet the beauty. However, in the absence of
the Duke, the Prince and the Lady too have cancelled, Other than that your day is
your own. You do have one business appointment to discuss automobiles. With a Mr
Thomas Shelby, sir. You asked for a meeting out in the open. Fresh air and the fine
aroma of shit. "Neutral ground," you said. This is hardly neutral ground. Well,
it's what you've got. So, por favivo, sit down. - Where is Thomas? - He got called
away. - He said he'd be here. - Yeah, he's busy. I just told you he got called
away. What do you want? There has been a peace between the Peaky Blinders and the
Changretta family for two years now Do you want some tea or not? Here, Finn, pour
the Italians some English tea. Go on. We don't want fucking tea! We want an
explanation. Well, I'll have fucking tea. Explanation for what? The Little Venice
restaurant in Forge Street was burnt down. No, no, couldn't have been us. We was at
a wedding. You burnt it down to stop my son being at that same wedding. Yeah, he
wasn't missed. You are such big boys now. Where once you borrowed clothes from us
to look like men. How's the tea, Arthur? Is it? It's cold. Please tell Tommy that
we pay him whatever he asks us to pay. Please tell Tommy that we pay him whatever
he asks us to pay. We stay out of the city and off the tracks. But you tell him
from me that my son will walk with any woman in this city. Any woman he chooses.
Even if that woman works for the Emperor, Thomas Shelby. My son is in love Sorry.
Do excuse me. Carry on. And if he wishes, he will walk with the woman he loves. OK.
Y'know It'd be hard for your son to walk anywhere with a bullet in each knee,
wouldn't it? Too much. You said too much, my friend. Sabini says, "Suck and
swallow. " But no. Too much. I spit. Oh, fucking Bit strong. Fucking hell. Isiah.
Put two extra men on our pubs in Nechells. What you talking about, Arthur? We're
not scared of fucking eyeties any more. Don't tell Tommy about the chair and clean
this fucking shit up. We're not scared of fucking wops! All right, John. Arthur!
Hello, Ada. Tommy Shelby in a library. I'm here to borrow a book about the Russian
Revolution. Shh! Have you got a new wharf at Maida Vale now? I've got a new wharf
everywhere now. I sometimes see our trucks driving past. "Our" trucks? Shelby
trucks. Why the interest? I just want to broaden my mind. Well, this is a list of
the bastards who ran away. And this is written from the point of view of the
people's struggle. Uh-huh. There was a Russian at your wedding. He wouldn't tell me
how come he got invited. Well, sometimes exiled Russian aristocrats get invited to
social occasions to add a bit of class. Is that why he was there? Why do you want
to know? He was nice. Maybe I'd like to see him again. Would that be possible? No.
That would not be possible. What business do you have with Russians, Tommy? Can I
rip this page out? No, you cannot rip that page out. Property of the people. Tommy,
when Arthur took the Russian away he had his killing pistol under his jacket. And
then Johnny lit a fire in the woods. You want all the details because you're bored,
Ada. You used to chase rats with a revolver, Ada. Shh! For fuck's sake. I might
just have a job for you after all. Did we run Kempton yesterday, or not? Danny Lee
got drunk. Instead of injecting the horses with the cocaine, he decided to share it
with his cousins. Jesus Christ. He's your brother-in-law. Tell Esme to speak to him
about it. Look. Before I start . . I don't want you to do anything about this.
About what? Vicente Changretta's son. The one Lizzie was stepping out with. What,
Angel? He's no bigger than two pence worth of change. He heard you threatened him
directly to shoot him in the knees. And now he's going around Nechells telling
everyone he's going to kill you. This is Lizzie's fault to start with, Tommy's for
leaving it up to you. What are you talking about? We run London. We run the North,
run the whole fucking country. What do we care about some fucking Nechells Green
eyeties? We don't need to be getting involved in all these little piss pots. What
does Arthur say? That's why I'm here and not him. If he said it, there'd be a
fight. He says apologise. He fucking said what? We own the city. But we don't need
to rub everybody's noses in it. If the old man decides to make a stand, - he might
get Sabini feeling sentimental - Sabini's done. They're all done. And they all pay
up. But we don't want rebellions. What does, erm What does Tommy say? Tommy's busy.
He left me in charge. What What do you say? Compromise. Mm. I've asked Lizzie to do
it for you. She's going to meet him, break up with him for good. Apologise for any
inconvenience. Say it was all her fault. Fuck's sake! You know what all this is?
This is Arthur's fucking missus. Turn the other fucking cheek. We'll be handing out
Bibles in the fucking Bull
Ring - with her cousins - John, you don't have to do anything. - Ah, it's done. -
Lizzie will do it for you. Then it'll all calm down and nobody will lose face. I'll
take his fucking face, how about that? John, do nothing. Oh! I believe you have a
reservation for a private room in the name of Mr Romanov. You work for Mr Romanov?
- Yes. - For his household or his office? Is there a problem? I'm afraid without
the presence of the Duke Mikhail Mikhailovich or Lady Lewington we shall have to
ask for payment in advance. Can I ask why? Already Mr Romanov has four outstanding
bills with us. One for accommodation and three for dining. And two banquets which
we wrote off. We've been asked to be understanding of our Russian friends by His
Majesty, but it has been some time now. And - May I ask your name, sir? - Shelby.
Thomas Shelby. And in the future I'll be dining here quite a bit. - Then I shall
put you on our special list. - You do that. Here is a menu. I recommend the teal
and the pork. Although your guest, I'm sure, will order the caviar. Myself, my wife
and my niece travelled by train, then coach, then on foot through the Villa Ai-
Todor in Crimea. On that journey I lost a toe. I don't know. I woke up one morning
and it was gone. All of a sudden I saw a dog and it was eating it. They said the
British had taken pity on us. And we were taken aboard HMS Marlborough. I
immediately kissed the steel deck. My lips froze to it. And then of course, I
thanked God and your King for saving us. Though since then he has done nothing but
humiliate me Who? God or the King? Sometimes both, Mr Shelby. Mm. So, you met my
niece already. Tatiana. Are you in love with her yet? Hm? You would be wise not to
love Russian woman, you know. Better not speak of Russian women. That's the worst
thing about being here. Russian women, they know how to hold it and most important
they know exactly when to let it go. Your cock, I mean. English women, they do not
know so much, you know? Did he die well, the spy? He begged for his life. I heard
you had your brother do it. So, you trust your family. Like me. Like us, Mr Shelby.
Let's talk about trust, then, shall we? You are not a direct relation to the
Romanovs. You are Georgian. And the palace where you live in Hampton Court is in
fact a grace-and-favour house donated to you rent-free by the British Crown. The
maitre d' here tells me that you are in some debt. Both here and other places, I
imagine. See, I've been given ten but I've been promised 40. Already I've had to
have a man killed. That sort of work does not come cheap. Do you understand? Let me
tell you something, Mr Shelby. Before we boarded the ship, my niece sewed 16
diamonds into her velvet dress. And also she had two sapphires in her intimate
places. My wife managed two sapphires and five diamonds. This is already for the
killing of the spy. And down payment on future services. Now tell me, where do you
keep these things? In a bank? How could we plead poverty around London society if
we used banks, Mr Shelby? Well, you should know Hatton Gardens is not safe. That is
why we have our own treasury. Very well. I shall have my people check its veracity
Before the revolution began, we were soft and weak. We made compromise. But let me
tell you. We will never be soft and weak again. Do you understand? Good day, Mr
Shelby. This way, Mr Changretta. Just there, sir. There. I hear you want to kill
me. Get fucking up! Stay away from Lizzie. By order of the Peaky fucking Blinders.
Going to introduce me, Michael? This is Charlotte Murray. Her father makes cars. I
really enjoyed your wedding, Mr Shelby. Polly said you should call her. There's
been some trouble. What trouble? I'm guessing the stuff she doesn't like to tell me
about. Nice to meet you. All right, Finn, thanks for coming. Fuck off. Finn, you
can stay. Sit down, John. Sit down. John, you cut Angel Changretta. Even though
Arthur told you to apologise. Mm-hm. - Polly told you to compromise. - Mm-hm. You
chose not to listen to Mr Apologise or Mrs Compromise. And now I've got an Italian
walking around my back yard saying he's going to kill my brother. So, what do we
do, John? Do we apologise, or do we compromise? Oh, it was just something John said
as a joke. Yeah, but he's your brother as well, Arthur. Yeah. And I didn't want to
start a war over something John said without meaning it. So, should he apologise in
Italian or in English? Or should we ask them which fucking language they'd prefer?
I'm not clear. You said while this business was going on in London you wanted peace
at home. And the only way to guarantee peace is by making the prospect of war seem
hopeless. If you apologise once, you do it again and again and again. Like taking
bricks out of the wall of your fucking house. - Do you want to bring the house
down, Arthur? - Ah If you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow. Bloody "soft on
rebellion". You did the right thing, John. Now we go on the offensive. We take two
of the Changretta pubs. We take 'em tonight. That's it. Oh, right. For Christ's
sake, why? - Hey?! - Why? - Why? Because we fucking can. Because we fucking can,
and if we can, we do. And if we lift our heel off their necks now, they'll just
come at us. Remember, these are the bastards that wanted Danny Whizz-Bang dead.
You're getting soft, brother. Soft and weak. Save the Bible for Sundays, eh? Finn,
I need to get to Hockley, then home. It's been a long day. You take the Wrexham,
you take the Five Bells. You get them signed over to us in the morning. You make
sure the coppers stay away. Don't use the fucking phones, all right? There's
someone listening. Well done. Not hungry, Mrs Shelby? Hungry? Oh, no. Sorry, Mary.
You'll ruin your eyes. Tommy. Hello. Hello. Sit down. - Guess. - Guess what? - He
said yes. - Who? The leader of Birmingham City Council is going to attend the
dinner. - Everyone has said yes. - Ah. . - Everyone. I keep having to change the
catering. And my writing hand is almost falling off. What are you writing for? I
bought you a typewriter. You don't write letters of a social occasion on a
typewriter. Oh. Forgive me. I have the drawings of what they plan to do with the
grounds of the house. - There'll be an area for the children to play. Look. - Mm-
hm. And the Birmingham Charity Commission have agreed to set aside the three rotten
floorboards upstairs and grant us a licence within the month. - You're not
listening to me. - Yes, I am. I am. Do you think I am becoming obsessed? Yes.
Should I ask you how your day was, like a good wife? No. I'm guessing that means
your day was not as successful as mine. Well, depends on how you measure success.
See, personally, I measure it in sapphires. Oh - Sapphires? - Mmm. Close your eyes.
(Close your eyes. ) All right, you can open them. Where the hell did you get that?
It's beautiful. You can wear it to the foundation dinner. Don't you think it is a
bit much for a charity dinner? Grace, this is fucking Birmingham. Good taste is for
people who can't afford sapphires. Oh, Mr Shelby! Did you wind the clock, Arthur?
We should go to bed. I need to I need to go out. Some business I need to do.
Business? But you only just got in. I won't be long. It's ten o'clock. It's pouring
with rain. I'll go. I'll go and I'll come back. Arthur. Working in the dark is for
the devil. We said. Start to do your work in the light. You have your own light.
Inside your head. It's just paperwork. I need you to clear your men out of Nechells
tonight. - I thought you boys were a bit grand this sort of thing these days. -
Moss. Mind you, I think Tom enjoys the sport. Something like that. - Goodnight,
Arthur. - 'Night. Arthur, what are you doing? Arthur? We're going to the Garrison.
No. I'm going home, John. Go fuck yourself, Arthur. Yeah. Fuck off! Come here,
Charlie. Charlie. This big man and his brother are going to make us a lot of money.
Or lose us a lot of money. Who cares when they're such beautiful beasts, eh? You've
got a house, John. Oh, fuck Full of kids. Well, you've got a maid to look after the
kids. Yeah, she listens. Have you even done the odds for tomorrow? Something urgent
came up. They get worse when they're pregnant, Tom. John. Esme, I need you to leave
now. Go out the back door. And lock it after you. When I left the office There's
two truckfuls of coppers out there, John. Where the fuck is Arthur? He goes home to
the Madonna Of Moseley on the stroke of five. You need to talk to him, Tom. Esme,
please go now. Please. This is very fucking unusual. So, call Moss. They're from
out of town. London, by the looks of their boots. Since when are we scared of
coppers, Tom? Since things changed. Scotland Yard! Flying Squad. - John, it's the
Yard. It's the Yard. - Put it down. Put it down. Down on your knees. Hands on your
heads! Down on your knees! Let her fucking go! She's fucking pregnant. - Leave her
alone! - What the fuck is happening, Tom? Let's go! Put me down! Tell Polly it's
Russian business, John. All right. Peaky fucking Blinders, my arse. Is he afraid?
No. Sit. I'm talking to you, Mr Shelby. So, the Oddfellows want you to know that
any deviation from your instructions will have consequences. What's your dog's
name? You visited your sister. Eh? What's your name, boy? Your sister is a
potential security breach. She has connections with Bolsheviks in London who have
connections with the Soviet Embassy. I think I'll just call your dog, "Boy". You
love your Boy, don't you? Understand this. You have the local police in your
pocket. We have Scotland Yard. They do what we tell them just as surely as this
dog. Let him off the leash. Are you hearing me, Mr Shelby? I can charm dogs. Gypsy
witchcraft. And those I can't charm I can kill with my own hands. You learn it when
you have a dog on a boat. They go fucking mad in tunnels. I feel like I'm in a
tunnel now. You know that feeling when you have to kill
or be killed. Let the dog off the leash and give the order you give in Gaelic.
Like I'm told you do when someone displeases you, when someone reports you. Visit
your sister again and she will die crossing the road. Maraigh. Come on, you say it.
If you wanted me dead, I'd be dead, wouldn't I? It's true. It's true, we do need
you alive. But when you go home today, Mr Shelby, be sure to check under your
little boy's pillow. The tooth fairy has been. We can reach anyone . . anywhere. Is
everything all right? Yes. Everything's fine. Everything's fine. Yeah. You
promised, Tommy. I trust you. I trust you, Tommy. Yes. He's fine. He's fine. Grace
Grace. Come on. Yeah. You're not one of those impressionists, are you? They are all
terribly political, aren't they? - And you're not? - Goodness, no. The people I
work for just want me to paint what's there. To me, politics is deliberately making
things better for some people by deliberately making them worse for others. Well, I
thought I might wear this. Oh, God. It's too much. I'll try something more simple.
No. Don't. Suddenly I feel incompetent. I want the portrait to hang in the office,
so I want it to look formal. It's not formal. It's beautiful. It's made in Paris.
It was stolen in Birmingham. My mother stole it from a house she was cleaning, 1901
No, no. It's yours. It belongs on you. A woman of substance and class. Believe me,
I've painted many women who don't belong in their expensive dresses. There'll be no
charge. Your normal rate. I insist. Mm. There's a first. So, when shall we start?
I've already started. Come to my studio this evening. I'm busy this evening. Polly,
invite him. Invite me to what? Ada, this is a professional transaction. Invite me
to what? Shelby Foundation dinner. Polly is going alone. - You're invited. - Ada!
I'll come to your studio on Sunday. And then we shall begin. A woman of substance
and class. Tommy? This is the leader of Birmingham City Council. - Hello, Tommy. -
All right, Danny? - How's business? All right. Holding up, holding up. How are you?
You know each other? I have interests in steelworks in Cradley Heath. Tommy helps
me get my products to the carmakers. Congratulations, Mrs Shelby, on your wedding.
Thank you. I'm surprised you weren't invited. Now, how would that look, eh? Ah, now
the party has really started. Who are they? Father John Hughes from St Mary's Boys
Reformatory. And with him is Patrick Jarvis MP. They are part of an organisation
called the Economic League. Did you invite them, Grace? The names sound familiar.
They were recommended by the Lord Mayor. Oh. On your "best people of the city"
list, eh? - Do you know them? - I'll introduce you, Tommy. No, it's all right,
Danny. I'll introduce myself. We appear to have taken you by surprise. I have
adjusted. Since the socialists got into Downing Street, we are all being followed.
We have to meet in places where we'd meet anyway. You should have stopped by Small
Heath. I could have given you a more traditional welcome. - They want to know about
ammunition. - And chains for the wheels. When the White Guard make their run for
Tbilisi, it'll be over rough terrain. The chains are suitable for snow or wet
ground. They're already stored on the vehicles. There's a batch of weapons set
aside at the BSA which is bound for the Turkish Army. And how will you get it all
aboard the London train? There will be a strike that night across the city. You
will have to stop the train twice. How? Two drivers will join the strike at
different points. Rather fun getting the communist unions to help get weapons to
the Whites. Yes, rather fun, eh? I'm thinking ahead, thinking of every possibility,
remembering everything that is happening. The Russians want to inspect the
vehicles. I'll take photographs. Mm-mm. The Duke has sent his niece. She's here.
Tomorrow, you will take her to the factory and show her. - No. - Mm. The union
convenors are watching the factories. Not possible. Anything is possible, Mr
Shelby. You will take her. You will pick her up from this hotel at ten. Now, look.
A priest with an empty glass. Let's get back to the party. You know, gentlemen,
there is hell and there is another place below hell. I will remember everything and
forget nothing. Tommy This is Duchess Tatiana Petrovna. Come on, Tommy, aren't you
impressed to meet a real duchess? Well, I understand they charge a fee. Mr Shelby,
you are very direct. Too direct. But it's true. I attend these things for the
champagne. And for the chance to be treated like a duchess again. You should have
kissed my hand, Mr Shelby. Forgive me. She was asking about my sapphire. I thought
I'd recognised it. She says it was Russian. My husband has business in Russia.
Perhaps you know about it, Tatiana. Well, tonight's not a night for business, eh?
Is that why you were in the concert hall for ten minutes? I think people are ready
for dinner now, Grace. No, no, I am not done pumping people for money. What is
"pump for money"? It's what I do every day. You, er? You know each other, do you?
You see, I am in charge of compiling the list of guests, but it's my husband who
seems to know all of them. I hear he's very well connected. And where does a
duchess hear that? In certain circles. All right, enough, Ada. Grace, there's a
lady dowager wants to speak to you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a £2,000
cash donation. Tatiana, you and I will speak later. I would like that. Going to the
factory tomorrow is a mistake. Nevertheless, we will go. Also, my uncle ordered me
to seduce you, to give us an advantage. But with a beautiful wife like that, it
will be difficult, no? Tomorrow is a mistake. Have you not heard? We have no
morals, we Russians. And no fucking sense. And no options. I would fuck you for the
cause. What do you think of that? I think you should not drink vodka with
champagne. Does your wife know that the sapphire she's wearing has been cursed by a
gypsy? What did you say? Nothing on earth would make me wear it. Grace Grace, come
here. Look, I can explain Ladies and gentlemen, - For once, you shouldn't have to
explain - The loyality toast: to His Majesty the King. The King. Dinner is served.
You look beautiful. You look beautiful. - You need to take this off. - Why? Because
you think it would look better on her? Grace, look at me. Fuck these people. Fuck
'em. I need you to be all right. I need you, Grace. I need you. Damn you, Tommy
Shelby. - Shall we go inside? - Yeah. For Angel! Get a fucking ambulance now! It
were awful. I mean she were well within her rights. I was asking meself, "What
would I do?" But then she goes too far. Why? What happens? She gets up and she's
got this look in her eye. It No. I'm not going to spoil it for you. But I tell you,
I haven't been able to sleep since.

Season 3 Episode 3
1 Until further notice - no fraternising with the foreigners. - My son will walk
with any woman in this city. It'll be hard for your son to walk anywhere with a
bullet in each knee. - You said you wanted peace at home. - Now we go on the
offensive. You are a woman of substance and class. I've painted many women.
There'll be no charge. The name I heard was Section D. MPs. Army officers. All
we're trying to do is save the country from revolution. This is for the killing of
the spy. And a down payment on future services. Does your wife know that the
sapphire she's wearing has been cursed? Nothing on Earth would make me wear it. For
Angel! Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the
viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the
border fires In the humming wires Hey, man, you know you're never coming back On a
gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right
hand He's back. Was he out there all night? Every night since the funeral. He comes
back in the morning to see Charles and feed the horses. And when it gets dark he
goes off again. He used to sleep out when he was a kid. Curly'd find him in the
pasture How's the baby? He asks for his mum at night. Tommy made a list. He wants
to see you two first. What about John and Arthur? How are the books? Unaffected. Up
slightly. There's also been a three-fold increase in donations to the Shelby
Foundation charity. The council have suggested naming the new school the Grace
Shelby Institute. Tell the council the name Grace Shelby Institute is acceptable to
us. This is a list of the other things I want doing. That's all. - Tommy - That's
all, Pol. And well done, both of you. Right, let's go. Erm, we've already seen him.
He wanted to see people in a particular order. I can normally read him, but he's
difficult to read. So, be careful - I thought it was a fucking family meeting. -
Yeah. All of us together, I thought. John, he's grieving. To see everyone together
would be too much. Yeah, well. Come on, John. Arthur, we need him back. Sabini and
Solomons have already sent condolences and flowers. So, it won't be long before
they come trotting up the A1 like wolves. Go on. There's a timetable. Only good
news. There is only good news, Polly. (Here we fucking go) There. There he is. All
right, Tom? All right, boys? We, erm We didn't get a chance to see you after the
funeral. Well, you disappeared on us, but, erm Well, me and John, we just wanted to
say - Arthur. Shut up. - All right. All right. Now, talk to me. We got to Angel at
the hospital. Where he laid, cut his throat. He's dead. We cleared out the rest of
the Italians out of the south of the city They mostly went to the Black Country,
but we told Betty Kitchen to keep 'em moving. - And Betty sends her condolences -
What about the old man? We interrogated his boys. Yeah, he went to Liverpool. -
He's waiting for an immigrant ship to New York. - When? First ship sails Saturday.
All right. I have contacts, people in Cunard at Liverpool. They'll have passenger
lists. They can get you into the point of departure. You pick him up and bring him
to me. Who's he got travelling with him? His wife. What? His wife. So, shoot her
and bring him to me. Tommy? Mrs Changretta was a teacher at our school. She's a
good woman, Tom. A good woman. Well, if she's a good woman, then she'll go to
Heaven, eh, Arthur? Just do what's on the list. Nothing else. Then burn it. And
don't speak on the phones. The fucking secret service is listening. And I want the
old man alive. I want to do it myself. Right, that is it. You can go. Come, John.
Tommy, if you ain't going to be here, you're going to have to tell us something.
Ask Polly. Not Michael? What? Not Michael, no? No, not Michael, no. Cos Michael
deals with legitimate business. You saw him before us. John, not now. Wait, what
did you say? You saw Michael before us. For fuck's sake, John. Because legitimate
business, John, is the priority. - Legitimate business - Since when? Since my
fucking wife took a bullet meant for me. Oh, yeah. OK. It's all secret service.
Secret fucking service. Blah-blah-blah. But you don't tell us shit. We are a couple
of fucking toy soldiers. Do this, John. Do that, John. Kill your fucking teacher,
John. Is this how it is going to be? All right, listen to me. There's going to be a
little war, in a little place that no-one gives a fuck about and the side that is
going to lose needs a little bit of help. And they're willing to pay. When that
business is done, legitimate business is the priority. Now, do what's on the list
and fuck off. And when are you coming back? Hmm? I'm back, Arthur. The thing is, we
all naturally came in here. Where the servants eat. It's nothing to do with
politics, Ada. It's fucking freezing in the big room. John, mind your language in
front of Karl. Ada, we're in the servants' quarters, because it's where the fucking
booze is kept. Arthur, find better words. Hey, Pol, does swearing in Gypsy count?
There is no reason for us to be speaking Rocka or Shelta in any case. Hey, I'm just
saying there is no need. When she's drunk, my wife can't speak fucking English. -
John! - Fucking right. You dealt with it? Incentives, no threats. Implied
consequences without specific reference to physical harm That's why young Michael
is the boss. He knows better words, right, Pol? Since when was I your boss, Arthur?
First the boss' meeting, then the workers' meeting, eh? When did either of you two
do a day's work? In the old days, Finn, family meetings used to be all of us - . .
together. - Arthur, shut up. Now, me and John . . we're just fucking binmen . .
whose duty it is to obey. Hm? Mrs Changretta. Arthur. Shut up. Finn. Go and get his
cigars. So, what are we going to do all night, eh? Climb fucking trees? John, stop
swearing in front of the kids. Yeah, and who said you're staying the night? I know
what we can do. We get the guns out, John. We go outside and we shoot some fucking
pheasants. That's what the bosses do, innit? Fuck off, Arthur The fuck did you just
say to me? I didn't ask for separate meetings today, all right? What the fuck did
you just say? Cos I just didn't hear you right. I didn't ask for separate meetings
today. All right? Fucking pheasant. - Karl, you can't say things like that. - Now
look what you've done. All right, brothers, it's just the fucking whiskey talking.
I don't ask to be protected, all right? Right, shut up, the pair of you. Sit down.
Sit down. Yeah, yeah, yeah Look around you. Look at this house. Look where we are.
Look how far we've come. I think it is time we all started acting in a way more
appropriate to our station. We're none of us binmen any more, Arthur Tommy needs us
all together. I'd like to propose a toast. It's a family united that shall never be
defeated. Tommy's gone, I swear to God, he is in a wagon with Johnny Dogs! Shit!
This is what he does now. Tommy! Wait! - Arthur! - Tommy! Arthur, let him go.
Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Walk on. Walk on. Tommy? Walk on. They're coming out on the
drive. - Are you not going to tell them? - Tell them what? That we're going to
Wales. I left a note. - Did you tell them why we're going to Wales? - No. At some
point, are you going to tell me why we're going to Wales? Yeah, when we get there.
Walk on. Should've brought at least one woman, Tommy. Johnny, it's a woman we're
going to see. - There, boy. Walk on. - Right. Walk on. He says he'll be back in
Birmingham in three days. Let him go. The important thing is if he says he'll be
back, he'll be back. Come on, let's go light a fire in the big room. Let's go drink
whiskey. With water. Go see to the horses, Johnny. Right, Tom. So, we'll go out
through Meriden and into the Black Mountains. Yeah. Here, give me some. Good boy.
Here you go. Now, remember last night when you asked after Mama? She's gone,
Charlie, and there's a few things we need to get this straight. There's her
photographs, there's her clothes. We will keep things the way they are in the room.
Just keep things the way they are. There you go. There, here you go. I'm not much
good, Charlie. And they'll find that out soon enough. But she's not going to be
coming back, so it's just you and me. But she'll be with us in our hearts. Cos we
love her. - Tommy? - Yeah? - This fucking horse of yours won't come to me. - All
right. - Huh? Come on. All right! I'll be there. All right. That was her favourite
horse, Charlie. And he's been all over the place since she's gone. - Tom? - Yeah,
you watch him. I will, yeah. Huh? Right. Now, cock it with your thumb. There you
go. Now, she's been cocked. She's alive in your hand. It's like waking up a girl
when you cock that trigger. Oh, yeah. She rolls over all sleepy-eyed and she goes,
"Michael Michael" "What you going to make me do, Michael?" You boys are fucking
crazy men. Yeah. But you feel it though, right? You feel it. Yeah. You can feel the
power. Now squeeze it. Ah, fuck Fucking useless. Piss off, John. Michael, why does
a pen pusher who sits on his arse all day want to fire a gun? Hm? Eh? Cock it
again. Cock it again! - Cock it again. - Round two. Oh. Look at that fucking face,
John Boy. Look at that face. Now he feels it. But you won't feel nothing until you
point that thing at a man. So, do it. There you go, young boss. There you go. Now
you feel it. Now you feel what we feel. This is what it's like. Michael, that is a
Webley. It jumps on the hammer. How does it feel, Michael, huh? Better than having
a pen in your hand, innit? More like having your cock in your hand. Yeah. Yeah, it
is. Yeah. One squeeze . . I'm gone. I'm fucking meat. Michael, you fucking watch
that Webley don't jump you know that. When you've pulled that fucking trigger and
the body of the man you've shot wraps itself around your ankles. They pile up. It
gets to the point where you can't
walk in a room without bringing a load of them with you. What's going on? What's
going on? Polly, we're just educating the boss here on our side of the business.
Michael, get in the house I'm not a fucking kid any more. Holding hands Skipping
like a stone On our way to see what we have done The first to speak is the first to
lie The children cross their hearts and hope to die Bite your tongue Swear to keep
your mouth shut Burn the witch Burn to ash and bone Burn the witch Burn to ash and
bone Burn the witch Burn to ash and bone - You've come to tell me it's cancelled. -
No. Why would it be? - I read the papers. - This is business. It won't work. I told
your brother. This whole fucking plan won't work. And if Tommy wants to keep this
secret, tell him there was a woman in a fur coat walking through here in broad
daylight like the Queen Of fucking Sheba asking about armoured cars. During a
period of grieving some things were allowed to slip. We know the woman. We're
dealing with it. Now, take a look at this list. These are all the men who work the
night shift who are members of the South Birmingham Communist Party. You've got six
weeks. Sack them all. Are you fucking mad? He is. Yeah. Every factory in the city
will come out on strike So? You find reasons. You set them up. You sack them. Look
at the list again. Are there any communists on your shift who aren't on the list?
No. Please, don't fucking lie to us. Who's missing? I don't know. Emmanuel Hunter.
Hm? Convener. Deputy treasurer of the Sparkhill Communist Party. Lathe operator to
you. I didn't know he was a communist. We left that name off the list on purpose to
see if you could be trusted. And you can't be trusted. Look, I'm just a working
man. We're going to be watching you. - Watching your fucking house. - I've got
kids. Mm. Edna and John. Just get them sacked. As they appear on the list. Two a
week. The last one before the clocks go forward. Is that a yes or a no? - Yes. -
Thank you. Good. Good. Do you think he'll return? Tommy? He will always come back.
- You speak differently when you talk - Yeah, I prefer to talk about other things.
Let me see. What books do you like? Riding? Flower arranging? Embroidery? You'd be
surprised at the things I know. But you'd also be surprised at the things I don't
know. What can you possibly not know? I wasn't educated . . at all. What is there
to learn after all? Goodness. I'm sorry. You must need a rest. Do you tell your
friends you're painting a gangster? Is that the fun in all of this? In truth, I
don't have any friends. I knew everyone through my wife. When she died Well Look,
Polly, my motivation for doing this is twofold. Firstly, you have a face full of
contradictions and it's a challenge to capture them in one expression. That's the
sales pitch. The second motivation is that I am planning to seduce you eventually
and please, God, sleep with you. How will that please God? Please me. And stop. And
he didn't say what he wants? When he was drunk he said, "Absolution. " Other than
that, nothing. Thank you for your time, Madam Boswell. I heard someone shot your
wife. If you're looking for soldiers, our men are all up at Appleby. I have no need
of soldiers. That's not why I came here. What do you think? You're selling? Giving.
- Why? - Would you take it? I'd take it. - Would you wear it? - Why would I not?
That's my question. My wife was wearing it the night she was shot. And I lie awake
at night. At four in the fucking morning and I blame myself for her death. I pushed
some people too far. You want me to tell you this jewel is cursed. And then her
death won't all be your fault. If I believed in priests, I would confess and ask
for forgiveness. But all I have is you, Madame Boswell. I have a son. I have a
business. I need to get some sleep. It is cursed. I feel its curse burning through
my hand. Bless you, Tommy Shelby. You'll have good fortune from now on. - The
business is done? - It's done. Are you not going to give me one fucking clue what
that was about? All religion is a foolish answer to a foolish question. What does
that mean? We will go and get Charlie from the camp. He'll have learned enough bad
habits by now. Then you can drop us at the train station. And, Johnny boy, if I
were you, tonight I'd come back here tonight. Because later on . . there's going to
be one hell of a big fucking party. Check the day and date on your ticket. If you
can't read, find someone who can. Tickets for sailings other than today's will be
destroyed. He has people all over the docks. If it's going to happen, it will
happen now. We'll be all right. Why don't these Irish fill in their papers in
advance? Think about Mott Street. The cafe. The smell of the coffee. Police! Help!
Police! Officer, there are some men. They mean us harm. We are in danger here. Can
you escort us to the dock? Please. Come with me Excuse me, brother, have you got a
light? Thank you, Officer, that will be all. John Shelby. Is that the lad I used to
teach? John Shelby, I smacked your arse. Let him go. Please Please, let her go.
Arthur, how many times I looked the other way because of your sweet smile. I said
let him go, he's coming with us. Not until I know my wife is safe. She's safe.
We're not going to harm her. Just get a move on. Look, we are disobeying Tommy's
orders just by talking to you. Don't push it. Please, come with us. Let him go. Let
him go, too. Say it's done. Say he's in the harbour. He can do you no harm from New
York. I can't do that, Mrs Changretta. - I can't do that, sorry. - OK. It's OK.
Audrey, listen. - No! - Listen to me! Go to the cafe in Mott Street. Benito will
take care of you. Let him go, too! He's an old man! I gave you sweets and cakes.
Mrs Changretta, there are rules. Your husband knows the rules. - Come on, old man.
- No! Sorry. We're disobeying orders here! LET HIM FUCKING GO! You have ten
seconds, or Tommy's orders stand. They stand. One, two Please! . . three I love you
forever! . . four No! No! No! America. A new life. No. No. No. A new life. Look
yonder Look yonder A big, black cloud come A big, black cloud come Here come to
Tupelo. Come to Tupelo Yonder on the horizon Yonder on the horizon Stopped at the
mighty river And sucked the damn thing dry Distant thunder rumble Distant thunder
rumble Rumble hungry like the Beast The Beast, it cometh, cometh down The Beast, it
cometh, cometh down The Beast, it cometh, cometh down Oh, Tupelo bound Tupelo Yeah,
the black rain come down The black rain come down Water, water everywhere Where no
bird can fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until the king is born Until the
king is born Tupelo! Do you know what time it is, old man? I'll tell you. It's
after seven in the evening. And I am going to keep you alive until it gets light.
I'll not to deliver the final cut until we can both hear the blackbirds singing
outside. It's a beautiful sound. Which my wife will never hear again. Now, I am
going to have to choose carefully which part of you I cut away first. Open your
eyes. Open your eyes, or I will cut away your fucking eyelids. Now, look at me.
Look at me. This is the end. This is the end. It was your tongue that gave the
order. I'll take your tongue first. Then I'll take your ears. Then I'll take your
fingers, and your fucking toes. See, I take your balls first, you drain too fast.
Like you fuckers do. I think tongue first. Tongue first. If I take your tongue, you
won't be able to explain. And I want you to explain. I want you to fucking explain.
Come on, Tommy. I forget who I am. I forget who I am. I'm a Blinder. I'll take your
FUCKING EYES FIRST! I heard the blackbird sing. And we let his wife board the
immigrant ship to New York. We didn't kill Mrs Changretta. Tonight. We're not those
kind of men. Oh, and this one is for bravery When this one is for me And
everything's a dollar in this box You get rid of the body, John. And get rid of
those. For good. . . Cuff links and hub caps And trophies and paperbacks It's good
transportation but the brakes aren't so hot Neckties and boxing gloves This
jackknife is rusted You can pound that dent out on the hood A tinker, a tailor A
soldier's things His rifle, his boots full of rocks Oh, and this one is for bravery
Oh, and this one is for me And everything's a dollar in this box Did you do what
was on your list, Ada? You and your fucking lists. Did you? I spoke to an old
friend of Freddie's. He's a Communist-Party candidate for Balsall Heath. I asked
him about the Birmingham branch of the National Vigilance Committee. He said he'd
heard the Soviet Embassy was getting information from the inside. And did you get a
name? Yes. But just promise me no-one will get killed. Ada, it will be me, or John,
or Arthur who gets killed if you don't give me the fucking name. There's someone
ahead of us and I need to know why. James Monkland. He's a Lloyd's underwriter.
He's got an office on Curzon Street. Tommy, for fuck's sake, who is it that's ahead
of you? I knew I could count on you, Ada. No, you can't. And I just asked you a
fucking question. And I notice you started wearing lipstick again. So what? I got
bored You can change what you do, but you can't change what you want. And what is
it that I want? There's going to be a vacancy coming up in Shelby Company Limited.
Boston office. Boston, America? Lipstick, clothes from Paris, no revolvers, all
legal. Just turn a few heads. Do the transit deals. Break a mirror Roll the dice
Run with scissors Through a chip pan fire fight James Monkland, right? Goodnight,
our Ada. . . Go into business with a grizzly bear But just don't sit down cos I've
moved your chair - James Monkland. - Yours, sir. Who the hell are you? What do you
want with me? You have been passing information about a robbery at the Lanchester
Factory in Sparkbrook. Are you Tommy Shelby? I need to know the name of the person
in the organisation who's giving
you information. What organisation? The Economic League, the Vigilance Committee,
the Odd Fellows. Section D. They have many fucking names. Shit, shit shit Give me
the name of the informant. Mr Shelby. They are very, very, dangerous people. Oh. Oh
Well, unfortunately, so are we. You have to choose who you're more afraid of. The
Peaky Blinders at exactly 11. 43, or Section D at some point in the future. If you
make the wrong choice you won't see 11. 44. Do they always have to do the
stocktaking at night, Arthur? - Only cos you know it slows down production. - Mm.
Thank you. Thank you. Night work will have to end. It will. It will. You'll have
things to do at night. Yeah. Yeah, I know. We've spoken about it. I was going to
wait until you had a strong cup of tea in your hand. Come on then. But, erm I'm
going to have a baby, Arthur. Pregnant? Yeah. You said you spent the night taking
stock. Well, so did I. This working at night will have to stop. We're going to have
a baby? Yes. Oh, it's great news. Right then, let's have a cup of tea. Come on.
Come on. Let's have that tea. Arthur, for fuck's sake. What is it? No. We wait for
Tommy. I've got a stolen statue back there with its dick hanging out waiting to be
melted down. Tell us. Tell Tommy later Yeah. Look he's not here. He's not here, I'm
going. - Hold your horses. - Right, Curly. Come on. - There he is. - All right,
what is it? He's fucking given us all this shit. - Come on. Come on. - Right!
Arthur, you've got wire on the fucking cork. Give it here. Bastard! Right,
gentlemen. Linda . . is up the Swannee, I am going to become a fucking dad. Fuck
off! Yes, Guy. Arthur, I knew you had it in you. I knew he had it in him.
September, she reckons. Her tits feel different already. That's not the only thing
that's going to be different, Brother. You're fucked now, man. Fucked. Absolutely
fucked. No. Nothing's going to change, John. Goodbye, Arthur. I've a meeting I have
to go to. Yeah. Yeah. Course you do. Yeah. You, erm You go to your meeting.
Congratulations. I'm going to be a dad. Proud of you. Your Highness, Mr Thomas
Shelby. Welcome, Mr Shelby, I believe you've met everyone apart from my wife. Grand
Duchess Izabella Petrovna. Please, take a seat. Before we begin, Mr Shelby, we must
offer you our sincere condolences on your recent loss . . which some of us
witnessed. - Did you drive, Mr Shelby? - Yes. - They say you are an expert on cars.
- Yes, I am. - I am curious. What was your father's profession? - Well, he, erm He
told fortunes and stole horses. Often he would tell a man that his horse would be
stolen and they would marvel at his powers when it was. Before we eat, should we
say grace? For what we are about to receive may the Lord make us truly thankful. -
Amen. - I'm not here to eat, I'm here to do business. What I have to say can be
said before the main course. Then I will leave you all to your evening. Grand
Duchess, I must apologise for the bad manners of my compatriot. This is a report on
the mission's progress so far. I've made only one copy for security. Who should I
give it to? My husband is in charge of this operation. But since there will no
doubt be vodka later, perhaps you should give it to me for safekeeping. Speak, Mr
Shelby, while we eat. Five factory foremen on our payroll have begun a campaign of
victimisation against communist workers in five factories across Birmingham. Anger
amongst the workers will grow, but we will control it. On the night of June 21st, a
general strike will be called across the city. Protests will develop into riots.
And all police who are not already under our control will be busy. - The city will
be paralysed. - So, how will you move the train? We have two locomotive drivers who
have been allocated to drive the midnight-goods train to London. The armoured
vehicles will be waiting on flat beds. - And the ammunition? - The ammunition I
have to say that this soup is exceptional. Absolutely delicious. Ammunition,
incendiaries, will already have been packed up and crated for transport to
Istanbul. And how long to London? The train won't reach London. All the goods will
be unloaded at a coal yard in St Albans and put onto Shelby-Company trucks. From
there, they will go directly to the Poplar Docks. Your Highness, if you're having
difficulty understanding his accent then I can go through the plan with you at a
later date. If there is no ship waiting for my men, all goods will be dumped into
the sea before first light. And what happens when they discover the armoured cars
are missing? During the rioting the Lanchester Factory will be firebombed. A scrap-
metal dealer of my acquaintance will declare that all the armoured vehicles are in
the wreckage and should be written off as salvage. No-one will know that they are
in your possession. We formulated this plan when we met at Birmingham. I'm certain
that nothing has been overlooked. This, erm is the amount of extra expense I
believe I will incur for trucks and fuels. I trust you will respond in kind. But of
course, Mr Shelby. Before I go, I would like it known that I am unable to swallow
food in the same room as this priest. Enjoy your evening. Tatiana? See Mr Shelby to
his car. Yes. Walk with me. The priest is passing information about the robbery to
a Lloyd's underwriter called Monkland. He, in turn, is passing information to the
Soviet Embassy. If you want him dead, I will kill him. No charge. Why would the
priest pass information to our enemies? I'm being paid to act and to observe, like
a soldier. The complexities are your business. Go and speak to Izabella. I trust
her to decide. You are able to continue your business dealings even after what
happened. Perhaps you didn't love her. She's here. By my side. And she says, "Don't
trust these people. " Now, get me permission to kill the priest. On a gathering
storm Comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand.

Season 3 Episode 4
1 Now, remember last night when you asked after Mama? 'Do they always have to do
the stock-taking at night, Arthur?' I'm going to have a baby! What business do you
have with the Russians, Tommy? I've been to the factories and the armoured vehicles
are in good condition "A factory break-in," that's what you said. When you go home,
be sure to check under your little boy's pillow. 'We can reach anyone. 'Anywhere. '
'The priest is passing information about the robbery 'to a Lloyd's underwriter
called Monkland. ' 'Why would the priest pass information to our enemies?' 'The
complexities are your business. ' Now get me permission . . to kill the priest.
Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct
looms like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border
fires In the humming wires Hey, man, you know you're never coming back Past the
square, past the bridge Past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm Comes
a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand Watch out, John
Boy! He's got a strong left Arthur, John, Finn! Come here! All right, what is it?
This letter says that Dad's dead. He was in Boston in a bar called the Mickey Free.
Two men waiting in an alley. He was shot twice. Who's Rosie Rice? Some fucking
whore. She was a woman who took the trouble to write to us. She wanted us to know
that during the night . . while he was dying, he asked for our forgiveness. The
only thing he ever taught us was how to kill and cut a stag. - Finn, John, you
won't remember. - I remember. Cannock Chase, he . . parked up at a pub called the
Griffin. He got drunk and sang Silver Dagger about 100 times. Yeah, one weekend.
One weekend he was like that. The stag is to remember him. We eat. And then we
forget him. No need to forgive him. Agreed? John, I have to say this, you can name
your new baby after him if you like. No. Arthur, I won't even ask. So, his name
dies. It's been in the family for a long time, but now it's gone. Right. That's
done. Fuck him! Before we cook and eat, there's some business. Boys! I wanted to
say this out here, cos I don't trust the maids in the house. There's going to be a
robbery. I wish to confess! There's no confessional today. The name's Shelby. Bless
me, Father, for I have sinned. Today's a Holy Day Look, I came. I made myself. Have
you been drinking? I couldn't sleep. I tried to get enough down me to get myself to
sleep, but I just do these night vigils by myself, thinking How long since your
last confession? I don't remember. Mrs Shelby, do you have something to confess? Do
you know, it's actually Gray. My name is Elizabeth Gray. Do you think God calls me
"Pol" or "Polly"? This voice calls me Pol. You hear a voice? Yeah. Like Bernadette
heard a voice. And what does the voice say? "Murderer. " It says this to you? It's
in my head. Who else would it be talking to? And are you a murderer? If you're
talking about the law, then . . yes. - I'll be out in a moment, Peter. - Yes,
Father. Are you saying you want to confess to a murder? No. My confession is that I
feel no regret. He was a policeman. He was a bad man, he hurt me. I do the things I
do, so that my son doesn't have to do them. It's just the wiping away of the shit
from under your feet. The taking of any human life is a mortal sin. No. The UNJUST
taking of a human life is a mortal sin. Look it up. Look who did it. Moses. Samson.
Lord Kitchener. Are you saying you took the life of a policeman? Oh, Father . . now
there is another life to be taken. If there is a voice telling you to take a life,
you must ignore it. The voice doesn't tell me. The voice asks me It says, "Pol
"does this way of excusing a murder still work "if the life that is going to be
taken ". . is a consecrated man?" He's a man of the cloth. He's a holy man. What
kind of holy man? It's not fair. They're off drinking and shooting rifles as we sit
here and listen to the mugs swearing, spitting on the bloody floor for us to
fucking wipe up! Without men here, they'll be like dogs pissing up the wall. I was
just saying it's not fair. The men are down there like lords Esme, just . . get on
with it. I'm bloody five months gone! Forgot the combination. 24-8-22. How do you
know the paper cash combination? Tommy talks in his sleep. Shut up, Esme. He's
changed the combination. You've put it in wrong. No, I haven't. Your hands are
shaking. And, actually, I am sleeping with Tommy, OK? Now and then. Because he
wants to. Now and then. When the mood takes him. Except we don't sleep. It's hard
to sleep bent over a desk, isn't it? Happy? None of it's fucking fair! It's two
hours' work. Bit of grease on your cuffs, that's it. Tommy, should I really be here
for this? I've cleared it with Polly, Michael. There's no way around it. We need
you to know Who the fuck wants to buy 27 stolen armoured cars? - A foolish man. -
And how much is this "foolish man" paying? 150,000 -- cash, diamonds and sapphires.
So, that's 20 for you, Charlie. Isiah, there's five to you. The rest we take to
America to invest in legally acquired property. Assets bought with untraceable
income resold and the profits reinvested to make sure it's clean. And after that, I
suppose, the old business will be like that stag hanging up over there, right, Tom?
Well, with profits on this scale we'll be in a position to stop the off-track
business for good. Keep the pubs, stop the protection. Horses for the sport, race
days for the lark. I made a promise to Charles's mother. I also made a promise to
Linda. I know. I can see it in your eyes, man. Part of the reason for doing this
last job is so you'll be set up when you do decide to walk away. Look at you,
Arthur. A man who wants to live a clean life, here you are signing up for the
biggest robbery of all. I have to hand it to you, Tom, you're a smart man Are you
in or out, Charlie? Curly? - Shouldn't have killed the stag, Tommy. - Oh, shut up.
- Bad luck - Shut up. How do we know this foolish man will hand over the diamonds -
when we're done? - We don't. But that's another business. Right let's cook some
meat. Can't wait to part with their money, stupid bastards. It's all right, it's
me! Arthur said you'd be short-staffed today - because they're on a works outing. -
Piss-up actually. I brought sandwiches and lemonade I made myself. I'll make tea
and empty ashtrays, but I won't handle money or slips. Arthur says what you do here
is illegal but not immoral. Depends what time you get here, Linda. And, anyway, I
thought I would offer you my physical and spiritual support for your time of need.
Oh, Linda, if you want to be a help, run up to the shops and get me 20 Senior
Service - Lizzie'll give you the change. - No, I won't! Actually, I'll use my own
money, Polly. And before you ladies decide to find me so amusing, - I have a
message for you. - Oh, God, no, Linda. I've been to church already. Have you? It's
not a message from God, Polly. It's from Jessie Eden. Who's Jessie Eden? She's the
lady shop steward at the Lucas Factory in Sparkhill. "Lady shop steward"? She's
bringing all the female workers in the spot-welding and wire-cutting shops out on
strike for the day. At protest at being made to work on a Holy Day, poor
conditions, lack of holidays, unsanitary lavatory provisions and lower pay for
female workers. Apparently, all the female factory workers in the city are joining
the protest in sympathy and will walk out of their places of work at 9am to march
on the Bull Ring. All oppressed female workers welcome. Them bastards down there
shooting deer, me five-months-gone sat here like a pudding. - Only one outside
lavatory between the lot of us. - Not consulted. Bent over a fucking desk Ladies, I
honestly believe those who march on Good Friday will have God on their side. It's
nine o'clock, ladies! Open the fucking door! (Fuck it. ) I'm not in the mood today.
- Let's go to the Bull Ring. - Hallelujah! Yeah, it's coming Out of this world
Yeah, I'm lucky The lucky girl Hell ain't half full The foolish man? Not quite. . .
What a monster What a night What a lover What a fight I'm sorry I came unannounced.
What do you want? We need proof. Proof of what? You said the priest is a traitor.
We need to know how you know The proof is my word. If he's involved, I'm out. He
needs to die. Are you always so violent? I killed a stag today and it hurt me to do
it. But I treated it with respect and the spare meat will go to poor people. It
will grieve me far less to put a bullet in the priest's face. Will you not sit when
a duchess sits? I'm told you're part of the deal. Is that true? - The royal court
in Tbilisi actually worked very efficiently. - Oh, I see. And it worked like this,
eh? There were lots of corridors and small rooms. Attics. There were no rules
there. Deals were done. Brothers gave sisters, aunts gave uncles, fathers gave
daughters and servants. It was my aunt's idea that I came alone. She's in charge of
this. When there are no rules, women take charge. They understand that the power
they have come through silent agreements. I've promised I will do everything I can
to make this plan work. My aunt assumed you would want me as part of the deal. I
will tell her she's wrong. Tommy, you ain't gonna believe this, man. I've just
phoned the Garrison, right. I just spoke to Billy, he says Polly, Esme and Lizzie
have gone on fucking strike(!) They what? They've gone on fucking strike! Half of
Birmingham's out. The female half, they're all out, every single one of them.
Quakers put 'em up to it. Who's watching the shop? Polly's locked it up. See, Good
Friday is one of our best days for takings. All the men get drunk. The races are
all fixed. It's like picking apples off the lowest branches, eh, John? Hmm, yes.
Then your business is very easy. Was Linda with them? You know Billy said that
Polly jumped in the fucking Bull Ring, she's
pissed out of her mind, started going on about revolution, screaming to the
rooftops. Was Linda with them? Yeah. Then it was Linda's idea. Linda's a smart
woman. John . . there's a Bentley on the drive outside. I want you to go out and
put a nail in its tyre. It's Good Friday so there'll be no garages open. The lady
will have to spend the night. Then I want you and the boys to all go home. You take
Charlie and put him with Arthur and Linda for the night. They can use the practice.
- You want me to put a nail? - Yeah. - You heard me. - I hear you. All right. Nice
to meet you. Why do you need to put a nail in the tyre? I want it so neither of us
can change our minds. We came back early. Polly didn't finish the count yesterday.
Hmm, so you thought you could take a tenner. I thought I'd finish the count. Esme,
I've told you, stay off the snow till the baby's born. It does no harm, passes the
time Knocks down the walls! Listen I know you miss the travelling. But it's going
to be all right. It's like being a hen in a coop! Remember that house in Lichfield?
Eh? The one the bailiff used to throw you out of? Throw you in the ditch. I'm going
to buy that fucking house. Big as Tommy's with more land. If you feel cooped up . .
we'll take a wagon . . and camp out by the ditch. How? It's all going to change,
Esme. This is not your bedroom. This is not where you slept with your wife Do you
ride horses? No. I would need to open my legs in a public place and that is not
allowed. Do you drink whiskey? No. It tastes like men. I prefer wine. Cars? No. So,
diamonds are your only love, eh? Sapphires. They're just a currency. Well, you
know, if it was me who had all them jewels . . I think I'd just sit with them . .
look at them . . touch 'em. Izabella does that sometimes. Late at night. I swear
she puts one of the biggest sapphires into her body for pleasure and walks up the
stairs to breakfast with it still in place. - And it stays in there all day? - Mm.
Wow. What is your weakness? Talking about duchesses with sapphires inside of 'em I
think already know your weakness. I can get a fuck whenever I want, love. Yes. But
I am a duchess. And I'm under you like a horse. I'm like a telegram. "A telegram"?
I don't think your English is so good. Or maybe you should listen more carefully to
what I have to say. I have a message for you, Mr Shelby. As a duchess, I can show
you what is possible for a man like you. A man in a house like this. Right now, you
hide inside it like a boy who's broken in through the window. Why do we come to a
bedroom for this? In your own house? It's a loaded fucking weapon. We could fuck by
the fire with the maids standing to attention and watching. - What can they do? -
Give it here. Nothing. There are no rules for you. Give me the fucking gun. You
have maids here. You can bring a maid into the room. What can I do about that?
Nothing. - Give me the fucking gun, now. - You have power. Everyone does what you
tell them to do. Your brothers, your soldiers. - No-one can stop you - Don't point
a fucking weapon at me. I can be an actress. Who do you want me to be? - Your dead
wife? - That's enough! Give me the fucking gun! If you don't like something, you
say stop and it stops. Hm? But you are afraid of it. You break the law, but you
obey the rules. Why? Did you know that madness sets you free? Otherwise, we're just
peasants obeying the law. There is madness inside your head, too. I can see that.
Let a duchess show you something. I emptied the chamber except for one bullet. No!
- This is the game we used to play. - No! Watch. Do not fucking do this No Look at
me. Don't do this. NO! Give me that fucking thing! It brings you alive! You won't
try it? No, I do not want to try! And I do not want your mad fucking Russian brains
all over me fucking walls! I survive each time by the will of God! Get to fucking
bed -- NOW! I already called a maid. (Fucking!) You see? You are afraid. Like a boy
who's broken in through the window. I need to educate you in how to run a house
like this. Yes! Come down. Pour us a drink. Mary, go back to bed, please. You go
back to bed, please. This woman is drunk. - That's all right, sir. Should I pour
whiskey? - Yes. - No. He will have whiskey He will have whiskey, and I will have
wine! - Mary, go back to bed. - There. In an old house like this, - the servants
expect it. - Stop fucking talking. Mary, go back to bed. Do as I say. If there is a
call after midnight, the maid who comes in is the one in love with the master This
is NOT FUCKING RUSSIA! (Please, Mary Go back to bed. Eh?) I know your weakness,
Tommy. It's freedom. Madness. Killing. I am the first one . . who understands you.
I found her perfume. Put it on. What proof do you have that the priest is a spy? I
told you, I give you my word. Then kill him. From now on, you must do everything
that you want to do. There'll be two of us for breakfast this morning, Mary. She's
gone for a walk by the river. The lady left, sir. Left? How? She took your car. She
what?! She was in a terrible hurry. She said she had your permission. She told
David to go to the garage to get a new tyre for the Bentley. She said you could use
that. And why the hell would you listen to her, eh? The way she said it, sir. How
was she, Tom? Talkative, yeah. - I was fucking working, all right? - Yeah. From
what she said when she was out of her fucking mind, I'm pretty certain the treasury
is underneath the house. What have you got? Our Ada got this from the British
Library using her scholar's pass. She talked about her aunt coming up the stairs to
have her breakfast in the morning which means it has to be in the building
somewhere. Wine cellar. Septic. Kitchen cellar. - And a tunnel under the river. -
They don't trust a soul in this country. So, my guess is they've turned one of the
cellars into a strong room. - Did you find someone, Arthur? - Moss got me this.
Stephan Radischevski. He's a kid from Greet, lives in Cheltenham. Dad's a Russian,
he has dreams of owning a pub but he's got a record. - Breaking and entering. And
he speaks Russian? - Yeah. Their butler drinks in a pub called the Mason's Arms.
Get to him, tell him who we are, offer him some money if he gives the kid a job in
the house Wait! Talk to the kid, offer him one of the pubs we took off the Italians
if he works in the house for four weeks, keeps his ears open. All right?. . Come!
The Executive Committee of the Union of Bookies and Allied Trades will see you now,
sir. I heard you were giving speeches off the back of a wagon, Pol. I can't
remember a fucking thing Well, Moss tells me you were threatening to burn down the
Town Hall. Oh, Tommy, we were having a laugh. Actually, the crowd around me was
bigger than the crowd around Jessie Eden. Who's Jessie Eden? She's too soft. You're
not going to break the capitalist system talking about separate lavatories for
women. Who's Jessie Eden? She's our new best friend. Shop steward at the Lucas
Factory. A woman shop steward, I've heard of her. There's a leaflet here if you
want to take a look, Tommy. So, a separate lavatory -- is that it? Is that what you
want? I don't know what you want. You have to tell me what it is that you want and
then I'll know. Actually, we want to know about the robbery you're planning. Not
the factory robbery. The other one. The one you're not telling the women about.
John has a big mouth. No Arthur's got a big mouth. Arthur told Linda, Linda told
me. - Polly? - Read the leaflet, Tommy. Ladies, why don't I talk to Tommy
privately, then I'll report back to you faithfully. You're not just going to take
payment from the Russians, are you, Tommy? - You're going to clean them out, is
that right? - Esme! So, what happens after? When they come for us? When I'm about
to give birth? Get out, - get back to work. - Esme, come on. - Keep us posted,
won't you, sister. - I will. (Fucking hell!) So, Arthur tells Linda everything, eh?
She's stolen his soul and taken it to a better place -- the suburbs -- where men
are honest with their wives. We can trust Lizzie Yeah, but I can't trust Esme. I
can't trust the fucking Russians to pay me or the army and I can't trust my own
brother to keep his fucking mouth shut. Did you make progress last night? Yes. John
said the girl looks like Edna Purviance from the pictures. Be careful. She's an
excellent source of information regarding the location - of the merchandise. - Here
we go You know, there's a general lack of discipline in this fucking company! She
stayed the night. I'm working, Pol. I am working for the good of the company.
You're grieving. And when you grieve, you make bad choices. I know. I did it
myself. Look, no more marches. No more fucking politics. They can kill us. All
right? Joke or no joke. - Did you tell Arthur about the priest? - I only told you.
Thanks for the burden. You were correct not to talk over the phone. What did she
say? She said there was going to be a killing. A holy man. And she was with the
Shelbys, was she? I suppose you have something to say about yesterday. No. It's
something else, actually. I believe Arthur has told you about some business we're
planning, Linda. Oh, there's always business, Thomas. And Arthur believes, when
this business is done, it'll all be over. Arthur believes you, but I don't. Linda,
the people who have hired us to rob the factory are very bad people They'll not pay
us as they have promised. So, on the night of the robbery, we will take what's ours
- from their treasury. - And a bit more on top for luck? If you're saying you're
going to stop Arthur, I need to know. That'll be Arthur's decision. And your plan
is still to reform him, eh? - To the absolute degree of redemption! - Mm-hm. Well,
Arthur will walk away from this with £30,000. We made a deal. And afterwards you
and Arthur can begin your new life. Did you say 30,000? Arthur said the estimated
total proceeds
would be 150,000. - Estimated, yes. - A third of a 150 is 50. - Why a third? - For
three brothers. Finn is not yet a man. - There are expenses. - 25,000, you said. As
of last night, the expenses increased. We need to dig a hole. Arthur agreed to a
plan with a figure of 25. 25 from 150 is 125. A third of that is £41,000 Sugar?
Yes. Thank you. So, you've worked this all out, I see? Only in my head. I haven't
written it down. Linda, are you saying . . if it WERE £41,000 I've already told
you, that'll be Arthur's decision. But I don't imagine he'll accept less than 41. -
May I smoke? - No. So, I imagine you have some plans for your 41,000? Yes.
California. For the child's health. Away from the smoke. We want to run a general
store on an Indian mission. The Americans invites Quakers to do good work with the
Indians. We've already sent our papers and have been accepted. Arthur Shelby as a
missionary No, Arthur will run the store. - Mm! - I will teach in the school next
to it. Arthur will swim in the ocean. I will be on the beach with a towel. The open
air and the sun will get rid of all the nonsense in his head from France. That's
some plan. As you know yourself . . the arrival of a new life concentrates the mind
on practical things. Amen to that. When is the child due? September. When is the
robbery? June. Then the timing's perfect. We'll book our passage through the Panama
Canal the day after the 41,000's paid to Arthur. Did we agree 41,000, Linda? I
heard nothing to the contrary. Word association. Right now. - Oh, God! I hate this
game. - It's Freud. It's terribly fashionable. I'd rather you put on that music
that I hate. - Are we going mad in here, do you think? - Yes. We shouldn't have
drunk red wine with the cake. And I believe your vow never sleep with another man
is a good one. Good for the painting. It's not a vow, it's just I think when men
want sex, they become hilarious. Like a dog when you pick up a lead and he knows
he's going for a walk. May I respectfully point out that, so far, you haven't even
picked up the bloody lead. There. That's the look. Imperious. No man is good
enough. Bad habits Sick puppy . . Thigh high Knee deep Bad habits, yeah Bad habits,
ooh Bad habits, yeah Bad habits, yeah! Deep trouble Pale faces All right Ow! You
idiot, you nearly killed him! I told you we needed him fully conscious. We need to
stop using soldiers who've been in India, - they hit too hard. - Not fucking hard
enough! Hey, Mr Shelby! Hey! I heard about your plan to kill a holy man from a
voice in a confession. Can you hear us? . . Grace? Shelby. Why were you attempting
to kill Father Hughes? Maybe we should wait until he's fully conscious. I have a
dinner appointment. Hey, Shelby wake up. Eyes front. Mr Shelby, were you trying to
kill me, were you? For passing information Fuck. He knows. Where am I? You are
among the Odd Fellows. Please count from ten to one. Ah, fuck you. Whatever else
you might have forgotten about last night, remember this I am passing on
information to the Soviet Embassy on the instruction of Section D. It's part of a
bigger picture. You explain to the Russians that you were mistaken about me and you
apologise to me in front of them. A threat to your sister was evidently not enough.
You do as we say or we will take your son. Hear this. We will take your son. We can
do it at any moment. We have people in your life. You will make your apology to me
tomorrow night . . and you will repair the damage you've done. Or you will never
see your son again. Sir, I don't understand I don't understand why, as a former
soldier yourself, you have sacked all the former soldiers on the staff. It means
there's only one man left in the household. Mary, I want it so that Charles is
never left on his own. Understood? Sir, I should call a doctor. There will be some
men coming down from Birmingham. And you put them up here in the house, you put
them in the front - and back of the house and you feed them - Why are they needed,
sir? I bought a cursed sapphire into this house, Mary. And now I'm paying for it.
And I don't know what to expect. But neither do my enemies. Tell David to bring the
car round. I want to go to London. - Sir - And get me some tea, Mary. Yes, sir. -
'Hello?' - Yes, Arthur 'Tommy?' They want the robbery to be sabotaged. They don't
give a fuck who gets hurt. - 'Are you OK, Tommy?' - It's a bigger picture now. -
'What?' - Did John make a list? - 'Speak clearer, Tom. ' - I said, "Did John make a
list?" - 'John Boy! John!' Right 'Gypsies and kin only. Yeah. ' Good. 'Tommy, can I
ask you why? 'Tommy?' No, Karl. I told you. Go and play in there. Hello? Ada? It's
me, it's Tommy. Ada, I need you to. I need you to speak to one of your comrades and
get me a meeting with someone from the Soviet Embassy Embassy Tonight. Your place.
10 10pm. It seems that Mr Shelby was given bad information by an informant who was
also in contact with the underwriter who, as we know, is in the pocket of the
Soviets. - Wine, Tatiana? - A little. Bad girl. Sorry I'm late, I, um There was a
body on the line. Drink, Mr Shelby? No, thank you. It was drink that caused half
this trouble. I have come here to apologise. I have already explained that you now
realise that your absurd allegation against me was false. Indeed. And that your
base nature made you rash. And that now, once again, our plan is back on track.
When a child in my care commits a sin . . first of all, he confesses, as you just
did. And then, I instruct him to perform penance in a manner of my choosing. As a
child, you went to church? Yes. You remember the Act of Contrition? Good. Do you
remember the words of the Act of Contrition? Yes. As your penance, I would like you
to recite it now . . in the presence of our associates. Go away. Ah Oh, my God, I
am heartily sorry for having Instead of "God", say my name. Since it was me you
offended with your false allegation. Father Hughes, I am heartily sorry for having
offended you . . because of your just punishment, but most of all because they
offend you. Father Hughes, who is all good and deserving of my love . . I firmly
resolve to . . with the help of your grace, to sin no more and to avoid all near
occasions of sin. Very good. Thank you. Amen. And now that we are a united band
once more, perhaps we could order some food? I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. I
have to go. Goodnight. Mr Shelby My God, Tommy - Are they here? - Yeah. - Do you
have cocaine? - No. Tommy? Tommy, this is the Special Advisor to the Soviet Consul.
Members of the British establishment. . . . and exiled White Russians are planning
to rob armoured cars from a factory in Birmingham. We know about the robbery. We
have an informant Your informant is working for them. They want you to know about
the robbery. Your informant is working to their instruction. - Why would they want
us to know? - They want you to They want you to stop the robbery. They want you to
commit a violent act on British soil. Tommy, do you want water? A violent act on
British . . to force the British Government to break off diplomatic relations.
That's the game. The robbery in Birmingham was just the bait. Why are you telling
us this? Because my family are the ones who will be sacrificed . . if you decide to
blow up the train. The Consul wants to know who you are. He's Tommy Shelby. You can
take his word. - Ada - Tommy Stop Stop Ada, stop OK. OK Drive me to a hospital,
Ada. If I'm not conscious when I get there, tell them I have a fractured skull,
concussion and internal bleeding. - I think I may have haemorrhaged. - Tommy! -
Ada, go on. Be quick, cos I can't see. I can't fucking see OK OK Except for you,
Dad I can see you. On a gathering storm Comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black
coat With a red right hand.

Season 3 Episode 5
1 - Where do you keep these things? Bank? - We have our own treasury. - Wine
cellar. - And a tunnel under the river. My guess is they've turned one of the
cellars into a strong room. Did you find someone, Arthur? Stefan Radischevky. - And
he speaks Russian? - Yeah. He works in the house for four weeks, keeps his ears
open. All right? I have a bright future too mapped out. But you want to try things
first? Michael why does a pen pusher who sits on his arse all day want to fire a
gun? There's going to be a vacancy at Shelby Company Limited. No revolvers, all
legal. Get me a meeting with someone from the Soviet embassy Look up here, I'm in
heaven I've got scars that can't be seen I've got drama, can't be stolen Everybody
knows me now. He was in the war. He was in a tunnel collapse. He won medals. Take
care of him. Look up here, man, I'm in danger I've got nothing left to lose I'm so
high it makes my brain whirl Dropped my cellphone down below Here he is, Mr Shelby.
Thank you, nurse. Tommy I need to speak to you about the priest. I know things
about him. Hmmm. From when I was a from when I was a boy. I will shoot him myself,
Tommy. Just teach me how to shoot. It's easy, Michael. Just point pull the trigger.
He asked for me today, Mary . . not his mother . . for the first time. He missed
you. Where is he? Is he in the kitchen? Yes, he's with the girls and Johnny. Did
you remember your medicine, sir? Do you ever read the Bible, Mary? Sometimes. Do
you ever read it out loud while standing naked, next to my bed? Cos when I take the
morphine the doctor gave me, that's what you do. I'm wide awake but you are
standing there naked, plain as day, reading from the Book Of Leviticus. Do you want
to know what happens next? No neither do I. That's why I pour the medicine away. Go
and get Johnny, Mary. Without the firing pins, the guns won't work. And there are
no replacements? They don't make these anymore, these are the end of the line. We
had the foreman take out all the spares. Take the pins, they'll never fire a shot.
Nobody will know until they unload the bloody things in Tbilisi. Or until they are
facing our guns at Kutaisi. Take them all out and give them to me. Come on, boys,
no fucking about. I will tell the Soviet Ambassador that there is no longer a need
to blow up the train. I will tell Tommy, you accept his plan. You know, some
mornings I wake up, I think I've died and this is heaven, Tom. I mean, the wives
and the kids camped out by the valley, not being moved on. Sure, me, meself, I'm
surrounded by maids and food and booze. See that line, there? No. That's the edge
of heaven. The border between Birmingham and paradise. And today, my friend, you're
going to step over that line, back into the world. You mean you have something for
me to do, Tom? Have you ever heard of Hampton Court Palace, Johnny? No. I can't say
I have. You and three families of the Lees are going to set up camp 100 yards from
the gates of the palace. You won't be moved on because I have just bought the land.
You'll be joined by some old friends of mine who are going to open a hole
underneath your tents and caravans. You see this blow to the head you took, Tom And
for allowing the hole to be dug, you will get £5,000. Which you will split between
the three Lee families. I take a lot of this money is to do with not asking
questions, Tommy? Dead right, Johnny. And when the hole is filled in again, you can
go back to paradise. Mr Shelby, your brothers are here. And there's someone who
described himself as, "the wandering Jew". Will you take the Jewish gentleman to
the drawing room and take my brothers to the kitchen and give them tea and rum?
Yes, sir. Good morning, Mr Solomons. Yeah, it is. Nice little place you've got
here, Thomas. What is it? A foreclosure of a gambling debt from some poor young
lord who you pumped full of opium in one of your casinos? Or is that just tittle-
tattle? No. Drink? Nah, I don't touch it, mate. Your housekeeper said you're not
allowed to drink. Eh? She said, you are suffering from so many ancient injuries
from your sporting life that your head is like some sort of smashed vase what's
been stuck back together by an horse. Now word in London is that you can be found
wandering the streets of Birmingham, stark naked, throwing away money. You talk to
dead people. Also, that you believe that you are powerful enough to summon up Jews
of a very particular standing up to the gentile wilderness wherein you live in
order for them to do your fucking bidding, mate. And still, you came. Yeah, well,
you know I was passing, weren't I? Do you know something, Alfie? This morning, I
tried to read the paper and I realised that the only consequence of my terrible
accident is that I now need glasses. Right Right, well, I know a man . . who can
make you a pair of these, he is a magician, mate. He is a magician. So, not only
will you be able to read your newspaper, but you will also be able to see into the
future. Now, I know this, right, because he made this pair, here, for me. So, you
don't have to worry about telling me what this is all about, do you? Because I have
already seen it. You're fucking about with Russians, in't you? You silly boy.
Right, you've got two choices, Michael. You fuck off to America with Arthur, join
the Apaches, or you marry the girl. This isn't a joke. Arthur, are you really going
to live with the Apaches? - Told her father yet? - No. He'll fucking shoot you,
man. Are you sure the kid's yours? I wish I hadn't told you. Then think of marriage
as a beautiful road flowers all the way down it. Is he joking? It's hard to tell
these days. Do you, er Do you love the woman? Fucking what? Go and marry her, like
the rest of us. She doesn't want her family to know. She doesn't want to have the
baby. - We know a woman - Shut up, John. Same woman who helped you out twice. They
weren't my women. That's why you had them fixed, Arthur. Charlotte will want the
best. - She is the best. - The best. Used to be a nurse. 20 minutes, done. Don't
have to go in, or wait outside. You go to the Garrison, drink whisky, have a laugh.
Remember, John? Then this kid walks in, no shoes on, and says, "It's done". Second
time we was in there same kid, this time he's wearing shiny new shoes. And he
shouts, "It's done, Arthur. " And what? She bought new shoes . . with the money I
gave her. It was for a good cause. Arthur If you're going to get on like this with
the Apaches, they'd fucking scalp you, boy. Tommy said when that bell rings we've
to all go to the big room. Come on. Tommy has a plan. Arthur. Arthur. Arthur, come
here. Shalom! Arthur, shalom! Alfie. Shalom. Come here. Come on, listen I owe you a
little something, don't I? I do. Come on. Sit down. Come on, sit down here. There
you go. Right Listen Arthur I want you to know, right? That whatever happened
between us, yeah? Back then that was business. It was just business. All right? And
I also want you to know that I have made my apologies via my own God for abusing a
very holy day to get you clinked up and battered, which I did. And now, I would
also like to extend my personal apologies unto you. All right? I hear that you have
allowed Jesus to come into your life. You heard, then? Yeah, that's beautiful.
That's wonderful. Now, that's lovely, isn't it? That's that's lovely. But I was
wondering, how does that work for you on a day-to-day, considering your line of
work, mate? Your apology's accepted. Cos I hear you're a right fucking nuisance
with it. Hello You see, all I'm saying is that every man, he craves certainty.
Don't he? He craves the certainty, even if that certainty of yours, right? Well, I
mean it's fucking fanciful, mate, in't it? Eh? I'm Old Testament. Fucking hell.
Look at that. Now, that . . that scares me more. Yeah. Congratulations, Tommy. You
now have the finished article right there, don't you? See, that man, right, he will
murder and maim for you with God on his side. Yeah. You don't want to let him go.
If we're going to do business with this fucker, I demand to know why. Right While I
was in the hospital, I formulated a plan and this is how it's going to work So, the
Russians cannot be trusted to pay us. we are going to take what is ours. We need to
see what's in their treasury. And that's why we need Mr Solomons. Right boys, just
remember they are fucking insane and dangerous. And drunk on stuff we've never
heard of. And they're worse than us for spirits and ghosts. And today, they're
going to test us. Fuck them. The Russians all turned and ran. The Cossacks didn't
run, Arthur. Mr Shelby, welcome. How is my car? I think I'm in love with it. And I,
yours. So, we should keep what we love, yes? Excuse the reception. Whenever we open
the treasury, the Cossacks are on guard. 'In Russia, 'men on the other side of the
law decorate their body in tattoos. ' - Right. - Right. Now, some of these tattoos
are proof of allegiance to underground organisations, which are the sworn enemies
of the Royal household. So, it's customary in Russian Royal households to check for
such tattoos before engaging a man in business. And as we approach the allotted
day, these ladies here would like to make sure that you're not assassins or
infiltrators No, we're all good. So, they'd like to check your skin. They want to
check our skin? Yeah. Now my body's already been checked. Although, at the time, I
wasn't sure that was the reason. And now it's your turn. Come on, boys. Take your
clothes off. Fuck off. No, no, no, no, no, no. Obey. That's it Obey, Arthur. No, I
won't be obeying nobody. Get out of my way, I'm leaving. Arthur, come here Come on,
Arthur. Shut up, John. I will have a maid gather the buttons and sew them back on.
Right. Fuck it. There you go, ladies. Made in fucking Birmingham. All right, I
think we've seen enough, eh? Tatiana Your face, Arthur, is a fucking picture.
Sometimes assassins hide
their allegiances behind their balls. You pass the test, soldier, with flying
colours. You see He wants to be a good man. But there now. There. Inside every man,
there is a devil. The real diamonds, eh? It is traditional to seal the successful
examination with vodka and music. Holy fuck, Tommo, what was that? Well done, boys.
Eh? Well done, Arthur. Now you know what you have to do next. All right? One last
job. Make contact and play nice. Five minutes. I brought Michael because as chief
accountant, he has to be witness. Ada, can I can I use your phone? Michael,
business first. Michael, stop looking at your watch. Ada, whilst you're reading
this, can I go and use your phone? Who's the lucky girl, Michael? Her name is
Charlotte and Michael cannot breathe if he does not talk to her every two hours!
Ada, please Phone's in the hall. Dial nought for the line. Thank you. And keep it
quick, I pay the bill. I will. Not for long! Think about it, Pol, together we can
take control. With two of us in the company, we can straighten things out. What
about the politics? You and me fighting together and winning, that is politics.
That's a new kind of politics. It's just this way, I get paid and Karl gets a nice
Christmas. Good. Welcome to the Bourgeoisie. My name is Smith. My girlfriend is is
pregnant. And, er we'd like you to help us. We need to fix a date. Welcome to
Shelby Company Limited. Shelby Company Limited. Limited and unarmed. Michael, would
you like to welcome Ada, our new Head of Property and Acquisitions.
Congratulations. Where do I sign? Ada, have you got um whisky? Yeah, Tommy. I've
already told him. He's becoming too like his cousin. I thought that was the idea.
Yeah, Tommy but with a bit more fucking charm and class. - Yeah. - Oh, that'll
help(!) Yep. Where am I sleeping, Ada? - Michael - In the room next to Karl's. -
Michael - Good night! Oh. Heartbroken, poor love. So how shall we celebrate? Well,
with Michael in bed, I thought I might . . go for a little drive. A drive? Where
are you going to drive? Polly? Things have begun to develop with the man who's
painting my portrait. Polly? It's when you stand there in the dress . . you just
find yourself talking about every little thing. - And have you? - No. Not yet. But
he called me two nights ago to say the portrait was finished and I said I'd go
there in the morning but he said, no, he wanted me there tonight. Ada, you don't
breathe a fucking word of this to the boys. - OK, but is he nice to you? - No. No.
I mean it, Ada. Is he rich? His friends write the papers, Ada. Tommy would try and
close him down. So go. He's like a tiny bird pecking at you . . and I think he's
given up on me. So bloody go. Why should the boys have all the fun? Baby did a bad,
bad thing Baby did a bad, bad thing I feel like crying I feel like dying More
vodka. Baby did a bad, bad thing. Don't move. Wait there. You're doing good,
Stefan. - It's a fucking mad house. - Yeah, I know. The Prince wants me to suck his
cock. And how much would you need to say yes? That's on top of the day rate for the
arse slaps. When am I out of here? Soon. What you got? The strong room's not
guarded at night, but they said they would kill the three brothers in the "uglya
dvor" -- coal yard. The Duke was talking about using a sword but the woman, she was
talking about using machine guns. It's a fucking mad house, John. We're doing up
your pub in Nechells. It looks a treat. Keep your fucking head up, Peaky boy, eh?
Fucking mad house, man. We are almost there. This way. This treasury was built 200
years ago to protect the King's jewels in case of French invasion. We are now
underneath the River Thames Your jeweller. I don't think they trust me, Tommy. Mr
Solomons is the only jeweller I trust in London. Yes, trust. Yes. Might have to add
that on the old invoice. Thank you. Thank you. As we agreed, your jeweller will now
select items to a total value of £70,000. When you have selected your chosen
items, they will be put into a box and stored. When you have fulfilled your part of
the deal, the box will be delivered to you. May I just start, right, by saying that
I may choose to stay here and just starve to death and choke on sapphires rather
than ever go back to the fucking world again? Yeah, well, there is a good reason
for that, you know, little man. Because my shop, right, is just above a rum house,
so all the - You speak Russian? - I do, yeah. I do. Cos of me mum. Yeah, my mother.
You people, all right, you hunted my mum with dogs through the snow. Yeah. But
today, right, is for forgiveness, ain't it? For selection. So, now Hello Right. I
think it's fair to say, yeah, 1,500. 1,500? All right, I'll give you 1,800. I know
the current market value. 18 it is. That's very gracious of you. Right, then. How
about say we look at this. This is a nice little bit going on there, isn't it? Oh,
but that was a gift from Tsar Nicholas. I ain't asking you, though, am I? I ain't
asking you. All right. I come here to do business, offer my professional services.
If you keep interrupting me, I won't be able to focus and do my job, you
understand? Mr Romanov, let me remind you, we were told to come here and choose
what we like and now we have chosen. Tsar Nicholas give you that? I'll give you
four. Five with the royal provenance. Done. Right, Rumplestiltskin, let's go over
here and have a look what's in these boxes. Two. That's much nicer. Ten. That there
is definitely a five. Are you keeping score? - Yes, I am. - Another five. - Seven.
- Six. - Let's call it six, eh? - Beauty. Look at that. - Beautiful, isn't it? -
That is splendid. - Splendid, yes. - Beautiful, is it not? - It is. - It's a work
of art. You recognise this work, do you? - Immediately. I'm guessing, right, that
all the bad ideas around here, they're you. They are you, aren't they? Hmm? What do
you mean? Yeah. Tommy, see this, right? It's got paste in it. That's paste. Let me
tell you something, son. Somebody comes into my shop with some paste like this,
usually what I make them do, right, is fucking swallow it. Eh? What game are you
playing? - Eh? - Mr Solomons - . . shall we, er shall we clean it up? - Be careful.
Eh? Mm? Yeah. Yeah. Right, what we got? 37,600. Well Do you have any eggs? I am
simply asking Faberge is not part of the deal. We would not offer you Faberge eggs.
Mr Romanov, my jeweller here, he advises me to insist on Faberge. It's a deal-
breaker, Tommy. Oh I brought that from Crimea myself. Fucking hell. With the
provenance of that being laid by such a delicate beauty . . that does indeed bring
the entire selection to £70,000. - Good man. - And now, Mr Shelby, you will join
your brothers and Mr Solomons will take his leave. I demand absolute honesty. - Oh,
sorry. Can I? - I insist. There. A woman of style and substance. I'm a student of
silence. Is this good silence or bad silence? It's good. It's good. - It's very
good. - No. It's still wet. I know it isn't saying much in the grand scheme of
things but this is the best work I've ever done. I'll miss Sundays. There will be
more Sundays. Sorry. Sorry, can you not do that, please? Can you just not do that,
please? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. - It's all right. - I'm sorry. - It's all
right. No, honestly, it's all right. Vodka! I sewed your buttons back on. I wanted
to see if I did a good job. Yeah, you did. You did a good job. Sir? No. I didn't.
My aunt only employs the best whores. How did you feel when I held him? You were
jealous. You wanted to kill me. Or him. No? Why do you play games with people . .
when there is no benefit to you? In Russia, because we were bored. In England,
because . . we don't know how to stop. At least there are silly games and orgasms.
So let's fuck. Here? No. No, in a darker place. You still love her, don't you? You
want her? Why would you fucking say that? Why would you fucking say it? - Just tell
me. You love her. - What are you fucking saying? You want her? You want her. Who
the fuck are you? Eh? Hm? What are you fucking saying? You want her . . tonight?
Watch In the palace in Tbilisi, there was a priest and he would put his hands here.
And with that strangulation there was also ecstasy. It's called Khlysty, a Siberian
prayer. You are almost hung over. You are almost dead, but in that moment Women who
had lost men in the war would lay down and they would fuck the ghost. You want her.
You want her, don't you? You want her. If you are the dealer let me out of the game
If you are the healer I'm broken and lame If thine is the glory mine must be the
shame You want it darker Kill the flame. Now you should drink this. It's holy
water. Keep that fucking away from me. There. I opened up another treasury for you.
You should call this painting . . Fuck Them All. I will. The parish . . the
King . . the copper. Yeah, the copper in particular. Do you want to hear the
wildest story of them all? Yes. I killed a policeman in cold blood - . . with a
gun. - Really? She did it. There's a monkey on my back Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back Makes me talk like that There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that There's a monkey on my back Makes me talk like that. I tell
you what I tell you what, I swear at one point at one point I looked down, I got
the top of her head, and I thought she was going to pull me cock off in her hand
and fucking throw it out of the window. Oh She sucked me dry, I swear to God. Like
fucking spud water at the end. We've had worse nights. You're quiet, Arthur, eh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck off. How was your night, brother? - You got all your buttons
back, eh? - Yeah, all right. Fuck off. Yeah, what's God going to say about it,
Arthur, eh? Fuck off, both of ya. He tells Linda everything. Every single thing.
Yeah, well, we'll see. We're going to miss you when you're gone now, Arthur. Just
drive the fucking car. Private Letso reporting for duty, Sergeant
Major. At ease, Private. Good to see you. Seven left out of 50. Should I get them
tea? Get 'em beer, Curly. They used to run on it like cars on petrol. Give them the
Black Country stuff. It's in a barrel with the tack. They're going to fucking clean
me out. Whatever they take, they'll put back. They're good men. John, Arthur. You
remember these boys? Well, if it ain't the Tipton fucking Clay-Kickers, eh? - Clay-
Kickers. - Come here, you. This is William Letso, from the South African Native
Labour Corps. Sent to Flanders from the Bloemfontein diamond mines. The best
tunneller I ever met. So there's three cellars underneath the house. Wine, kitchen,
septic. There's a tunnel here that runs from the house underneath the river to an
underground strong room. Now this used to be the Palace treasury. The tunnel runs
directly west and it's separated from the house by three iron doors with locks we
can't open. We need our tunnel to run from here and hit the strong room direct.
Primrose Hill, 23. Ada Thorne. Ada? Is Michael still there? Right, would you tell
him that I've taken the car? He can take the train. Try and find out why he's been
so bloody sour lately. Shouldn't go looking through other people's private things.
He's my son. The bullet was mine. I never got a chance to fire it. And the gypsy
rules say it must be passed on. It's not about rules, Pol. It's about he asked me.
It's about he told me why he wanted to do it. Now, if I tell you, I can't take the
knowledge back. Better off without it. So this is when he was with the parish.
Better off without it, Pol. This is when he was with the Fathers This is when he
was in the care of the Holy Fathers. Michael wants it so you don't know. - That
priest - That priest who was there when he was taken in and who is still walking
the fucking earth. Fuck. Fuck. He asked me, Pol and I said yes. And I said, "You
put a bullet in that fucker's brains ". . by order of the Peaky Blinders. " No. Not
my son. He'll still be as dead if Arthur does it. And part of him will always stay
dead. I swear to God In whose house it took place. . . if my son pulls the
trigger . . I will bring this whole fucking organisation down around your ears. On
a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty, black coat with a red
right hand.

Season 3 Episode 6
1 Factory break-in, that's what you said. We should never have got into this, Tom.
On the night of June 21st, a general strike will be called across the city. How do
we know this foolish man will hand over the diamonds - when we're done? - We don't,
but that's another business. When this business is done, it will all be over And
afterwards you and Arthur can begin your new life. So there's three cellars
underneath the house. There's a tunnel here that runs from the house underneath the
river to an underground strong room. We need our tunnel to run from here and hit
the strong room direct. I need to speak to you about the priest. I will shoot him
myself, Tommy. I swear to God if my son pulls the trigger I will bring this whole
organisation down around your ears. Welcome to the opening of the Grace Shelby
Institute for non-insured children of the poor. I would very much like you to join
me in thanking the man that made the founding of this establishment actually
possible. Ladies and Gentlemen Mr Thomas Shelby. SPEECH! Come on! Speech! Say it,
Tom! Say it, Tom! I didn't come here today to make a speech, but I will say this,
these children are now safe. In our care, they will be safe because we are from the
same cold streets as they are. And, in our care, they won't be shipped away to the
colonies, or separated from kin, or made to work for men in their various ways.
They will grow up here, at home, loved. In Birmingham. Because this is our city. By
order of the Peaky Blinders! Now let us sing Immortal Invisible. You hear that,
Grace? The absence of my invitation for this event was obviously an oversight on
your part, Mr Shelby. But look, I have the keys. I have allocated myself an office.
Just there, two doors in from the street. It's the one that already has the stove
and the crucifixion on the window. Mr Shelby? It is the one that has the
crucifixion on the window in orange and red. That will be my office. And I will
take them to St Aloysius for confession. You do understand that these keys are part
of our broader arrangement? In the next 24 hours you will do exactly as you have
been instructed. You'll not deviate. You'll not fail. Come on, little fellas! Slow
down. The, er The Lord Mayor would like you to come and eat cake and drink some
tea. Tommy says mingle and smile. - It must be the trains. - No Ruben? Do you know
any other guests from London not turned up? Some, I think, yeah. Pol, I'm paid by
the company now so I have to talk to other people. So you have moved from horses to
automobiles in just four years! When you ship to New York, you paying a higher dock
duty. You should consider coming with us through Boston. I just spoke to Johnny
Dogs. He said the tunnel's hit heavy clay. - It's slowing him down. - How long? Two
days before they hit the wall. Tell him to dig a sink hole to drain the clay. He
asked if you could go down and have a look yourself, Tom. - I told him wild horses
wouldn't get you down. - Mm. Mr Shelby, I would just like to say that I wish I'd
met your dear wife before she was taken from us and I would like to allocate an
hour a day of each of my lady's time to make winter clothes for the little ones.
Speak to my secretary, Miss Stark, in the grey hat. She knows my diary. Fuck me,
Tom, I don't know how you do it. Incoming! - Mr Shelby? - Yes! Oh! Your little boy
looks so much like you. Yes. He's a little rascal, isn't he?! Mr Shelby, would it
be too inconvenient to steal you for a moment? No. No. No inconvenience at all.
Tommy, I'm sorry. He wants you. Aw! Come here, Charlie. Oh, little boy! So lovely
to see a man willing to hold his child in public. From the members of Moseley War
Widows' Institute made by Mr Winslow himself of Winslow Castings. Look at that!
From a photograph of your horse that ran at the Derby. Oh, that is very kind. Thank
you very much. - Grace's Secret. - Thank you very much. Would you mind holding it
for us so we can have a photograph for the gazette? Thank you very much. - Thank
you, Mr Shelby. - Not at all. - Thank you. Thank you for your time, ladies. Thank
you. Thank you for your time. Thank you. Where's Charles, Ada? - I gave him to you.
- Where is he? - I don't know. Boys! Have you seen Charlie? Ain't seen him. Hold
on, he's playing, ain't he?! Pol, where's Charles? - Lizzie, where's Charlie? - I
don't know. Where is he? Back door. Kitchen. Get to Blake Street where the cars
are. Tommy, someone said they saw a nurse take him through the back door. - Fuck! -
Which? - I don't know. Go! - Arthur! - What? Somebody saw a woman and a kid getting
into a car. Ah, fuck! CHARLIE! CHARLIE! Charlie! John! - Where is he? - John! -
Arthur! - Go find Moss! - Arthur, where is he? - Junctions, block them all off. -
WHERE IS HE? - Tell me. - Someone took him. All right Listen to me. They put him in
a car. They put him in a car. They drove south. We've got road blocks and spotters.
- I'll set up shop. I'll put every man - Yeah. . . on the junctions between here
and Maypole. - Yeah. - Right? - You do that. You've got to go to the office. -
You've got to sit by the phone. - Do that. Whoever took him's going to call. Polly!
Let's go, Pol. Stay by that phone. Me and John will cover the roads. I need Michael
at the Maypole junction. We need Moss to block all the roads south. Get me Moss.
Gone where? - Tommy. - It's them. - Who? - It's fucking them. Look, it might just
be some random woman. Sometimes women go mad No, it's them. Did you break the
phone? You broke the phone. It's all right, we've got another phone. - Tommy? -
Ada? There's someone outside. A priest. Stay here, Pol. Stay here. Don't do
anything. We have your son. Get in the car. First Is he safe? Of course he's safe.
All children are dear to me. You have all the cards. Tell me what you want me to do
and I will certainly do it. You ever drive one of these beasts? I am asking you to
conduct business. I borrowed it. Lent it by a Lord for the duration of this
business. I will certainly do what you need me to do with no complaint. We were
forced into doing this awful thing. We did warn you that your son would be in
danger if you deviated from the plan. - It was you who made a mistake, you
understand that? - Yes. What mistake did you make? Do you even know? Tell me what
you want me to do. - You made a deal with our enemies. - I will do what needs to be
done. You went behind our backs to stop the Soviets from blowing up the train. But
it's all right. It's all right. We've rectified your mistake. You ask me, "What do
I need to do?" Well, here is what you need to do you fucking mongrel, ya Since the
Bolsheviks will not be blowing up the train, you'll blow up the train yourself. It
has always been about the explosion. From the beginning. The bang. The outrage.
Understand? Those are notes and fragments for you to scatter in the wreckage
implicating named officials from the Soviet embassy. - I will scatter them. It will
be done. - Good. Our friends at the Times and the Daily Mail will do the rest. And
once the British Government cuts diplomatic relations with the Soviet Union, that
will be our mission accomplished. You'll have been part of a fine adventure. To
help with the outrage we need people to die in the explosion. How many? Let's say
six. Rail workers perhaps or men from the factory. Then I want my son returned to
me within an hour of the explosion. Oh, it's conditions now, is it? We need to fix
the hand over in advance. I haven't finished with you yet, Mr Shelby. We also hear
you're digging a tunnel. Mining for precious stones under Wilderness House. I'm
told they have a Faberge in the strong room. The Lilies of the Valley egg made in
1898. One of the Odd Fellows has a wife who is obsessed with Faberge. - He wants to
give her the egg for her birthday. - Then he will have it. And the Economic League
will take all of the jewels that you steal to cover our considerable expenses. The
fight against Communism is not cheap, you know. - So if you want to see your - I
will give you all the jewels. A bang first. Then bring everything you have stolen
to your office at dawn. No. No, I'll not be able to get the jewels to you by dawn.
The tunnel has hit clay. If the St Andrew's clock strikes 5am on the night of the
robbery and we don't have everything we ask for, the bell will be tolling for your
boy. Now get out of my fucking car. - Where's Linda? - With Esme. Esme's waters
broke. I was just with her. - Running around fucking broke her waters. - Where's
Finn? Out with the young 'uns looking for the Riley. We couldn't reach him. I need
to know who spoke. Our enemies know everything. Everything. I need to know who
spoke about business outside the family. I need to know who spoke and who they
spoke to. Now. Tommy, listen. Your wife, Arthur? I am going to tell myself that
you're, er you're not thinking straight. Your mind is not clear. Or Esme getting
cash for cocaine, eh, John? Fuck! All of a sudden, back in the family, Ada. Eh?
That's a surprise. Out of the blue. On whose orders? Tommy, this is not helping
find him. And you and your painter. He said he knows you. Things developed. You
talked. If anyone has talked about the tunnel to anyone else, I need to know, and I
need to know this second. - What about your clay kickers? - Hmm. Drunk in a pub. -
I trust those men with my life - More than you trust us. Yeah. As of an hour ago,
yes. Where is Michael in this fucking line-up anyway? - You leave Michael out of
this - Yeah? - No, he should be here. I don't even fucking know him. How long have
you fucking known him? Fucking three years. - He's not your whipping boy. - I don't
even fucking know the boy. I never told Michael about the Lilies of the Valley. The
only people I told about the Faberge eggs are in this room. Tommy, I want you to
know I came back for love . . and common sense. And Esme's got no need for extra
cash. You bring my wife into
this. Means we speak when this business is done. John, Arthur, I need 50 sticks of
BSA dynamite, 300 yards of cable and six detonators by midday tomorrow. This is
evidence, I need you to scatter it. We're blowing up a train, people are going to
die. Ruben and I talked about many things. But not that. Not ever. Tommy. I'm sorry
I'm late. We looked everywhere. All the way to Hay Mills. So, nothing. Put four
cans of petrol in the boot of my car and bring it round. Put cigarettes and a lamp
in the box. And fetch Michael. I need him. Ada told me he gave you red wine. I
imagine you can't remember half what you talked about. He was never interested in
business. He came to you at my wedding. He pursued you, sought you out. Why would
an educated man of his standing do something like that? You mean, to a woman like
me? Yes. I've done the odds on all of you. Evens it's him. There's another
possibility. But evens, it's him. Bloody hell. I asked you to come alone and
unarmed. Yeah, well, alone I ain't never going to do, am I? As for the cane, don't
worry about it. That's just me sciatica. It always plays up around the winter and
the summer solstice. What have you got for me, Alfie? What you bring me out here
for? It's on the way to somewhere I need to be in a hurry. What have you got for
me? Well, seeing as you was prepared to pay such an exorbitant amount for this
information, I decided to give you value for money. So, here are the names of all
the men in England whom I would approach, right, if I had a Faberge egg for sale.
Here you go. And then, here is all the men on that list, you know, who would buy
the old Faberge egg even if they knew that that item was stolen. Yeah? Then came
your curious fucking gyppo question. I won't ask, but, um Here's a list of the men
who would buy a Faberge because of their wives' obsession. Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr
Shelby. Lovely doing business with you. - You left a name off the list, Alfie. -
Did I? - Yeah. I've already spoken to my people in the jewellery quarter,
experienced dealers. They tell me there are only three men in Britain whose wives
are obsessed with Faberge -- makes them good customers. - But you missed the
richest one off the list. - Yeah, well If you knew already, how come you dragged me
- all the way out in the fucking oggin, mate? - Two reasons. Reason one. By
withholding a name that you most certainly know you have proven to me that you have
done a deal with the Odd Fellows. It was you who told them about the tunnel. You
who told them about the fucking deal with the Soviets. Reason two. The name of the
man you're withholding must be my enemy otherwise you wouldn't be protecting him.
He's now a man I can use. Listen, sweetie, you can't take a man You gave
information in exchange for a share Tommy, there were things in that treasury that
God himself, he spoke to me, and he said, "Alfie, you were meant to have these
things. " - You crossed the line, Alfie. - You fucking what? - You crossed the
line. - "The line"? They're using my boy! Did you fucking know? Yeah, I knew, you
know? But damned as I am, it made no fucking difference to me, mate. Fucking hell,
Tommy! Oh, for crying out loud! What the fuck is going on? What is the matter with
you, Tommy, eh? - Eh? You gone fucking angry, ain't you. - I got fucking angry!
It's in your fucking head, mate! This bastard deserves it! It's in your fucking
head, mate! I know this bastard deserves it! I fucking know. But if you kill him
now, the truce with the London outfits - will be blown to fucking pieces, all
right? - Michael Michael Don't worry about that truce, kid, right, because it fell
apart. You've got nothing to worry about when it comes to the old, scary London
boys. Which fucking side are you on, Alfie?! I don't give a fuck right now, kid!
Right? I do not want him to "spare" me because of some fucking peace pact! I want
him to acknowledge that his anger is un-fucking-justified! I want him to
acknowledge that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it, Tommy. So,
what, they took your boy, did they, yeah? They've got your boy? And what fucking
line am I supposed to have crossed?! How many fathers, right? How many sons, yeah,
have you cut, killed, murdered? Fucking butchered -- innocent and guilty. Just sent
them straight to fucking hell, ain't ya?! Just like me! You fucking stand there You
judging me?! Stand there and talk to me about crossing some FUCKING LINE?! If you
pull that trigger, right, you pull that trigger for a fucking honourable reason.
Like an honourable man, not like some fucking civilian that does not understand the
wicked way of our world, mate. Look, Tommy, the killing of Alfie Solomons is not
going to help. It'll be very bad for business. Michael Go and call Inspector Moss.
Tell him it's Palmer. Well said, Alfie. Well said. - I did not know about your boy,
though. - I know. I saw. Hello? Good Lord Polly Why didn't you come? I was going to
get on the train last night, but then I I realised I simply wasn't ready to enter
your world. - Good God, I'm shaking - Good. But now, I am ready. I have been
searching all night for you. Polly, whatever you've been told, it's not true. The
painting was wrong. She was too sure of herself. And I'm not. Not any more I can
paint another. Oh, Polly (Oh, Polly) What the fuck am I doing? I want a dull life.
I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you to paint me in a dress that I bought
in a shop. We have a life? I think so. Hello? I demand to see my solicitor! I have
a right to have him here! Gilbert Palmer, I want to talk to you about a missing
kid. We are Peaky Blinders. Where is he? Deep breath. Where is he? - Johnny! -
Tommy? What the fuck are you doing here, Tommy? They've taken my boy, Johnny.
Everything's fucking changed. I have to get the hole dug before midnight or he's
gone. Do you hear me? Are you not going after Charles yourself? Tommy?! I was, um
This morning, I was on the road with Tommy. I killed a man. He needed cover. I was
all he had. So, what did he give you? He said it was good for close range. You're
better with my Smith & Wesson. No, no. This is mine now. Feels part of me hand.
Where'd you hit him? I hit him in the side of the head. How was you when he went
down? Tommy said I did all right. This is where we think Charles is being held.
They're not expecting nobody, so he should be alone. There's two good men there.
You do what they say. But I fire the bullet, all right? Yes, you can be there. But
it's better if they do it. See, these are experienced men, Michael. When you're
sure the kid's safe . . you call Finn. All right. Come on, boys. Ah, hello there.
There you go. How's that? You'd like a spoon, a shiny spoon? Do you want to hold
the spoon, there? All out, boys! Wildcat strike! This locomotive . . couples in 15
minutes. If we do not hear word by ten o'clock . . we blow it up. There's men on
board, Arthur. Yeah. Six men on board, Charlie. Driver, stoker Four men I hand-
picked meself. Me and John picked those men. So, it's me and John who pull the
switch. The rest of you men can go home. Tommy! Tommy! He's got the shakes, help me
with him. Get him out. Get him out! OK. Bringing him through. We need to move! Now!
You wait here. I'll do the killing. That's a fucking order. You move too fast,
Thomas! We need more timber! Make it safe. I'll go on. Thomas, it's too fucking
wet! It's sludge! Make it fucking safe and I'll go on! OK. What do you think you're
doing, boy? Please, don't Please don't shoot Please, don't shoot. Please, don't.
Please You rat! What do you think you're doing, eh? Do you know who you're fucking
messing with?! We don't have much time. I'll take the fucking life from ya, will I?
Let's go! You're a gypsy bastard. Who wants to be in heaven, eh? Who want to be in
heaven when you can be sending men to fucking hell? Hey I'll do it, Arthur. Eh?
I'll do it. No! - I will take him. - NO! This bastard's mine! Go call Finn! I told
Tommy I'll do it. So, I'll do it. Arthur, wait! Charlie's safe! It's all right. Let
me speak to him. Hello, Charlie? Hello, Charlie. Can you hear me? Yeah. Yeah, you
go to bed. Good boy. Where the hell have you been? I've been out in Maypole.
There's been some trouble. I can't stay. You can't stay? Tommy needs my help.
Family business. - No, no Please - I'm sorry. Please - Where is he? - He's
upstairs. Mr Shelby, this is Monsieur Silk. He's here on behalf of the Parisian
buyers. He needs to verify the value. It was a pleasure doing business with you
these past few months. You would never steal from your family, would you? The
collection was mostly my mother's anyway. It is more mine than theirs. And they
would never have sold it. - They would have wasted it on a lost cause. - You needed
a tunnel. I need your signature to make this sale legal. Confirmed. The original
Duke Alexander Petrovich's collection. To raise a legal bill of sale and get this
across the border, I need authorisation signed by yourself in the family name in my
presence. As we agreed. Half for the tunnel. Half for the signature. Where will you
go? Vienna. There's a man waiting for me. Poor man(!). You? Birmingham. I'm going
to buy a racehorse. Have it trained. Also£5,000 for the sex. And five for helping
you through the grief of losing your wife. You didn't even come close. The papers
are in order. Now I just need your signature for the provenance. Of course. I have
a pen At home, these jewels saw way worse. That's why they are all cursed. As are
we Mr Shelby. If you're ever in Vienna, look me up. Yes, yes! Before I begin . . I
want you to let you know I made a mistake. I made a mistake . . and I want to
apologise to all of you. Arthur, you warned me against getting involved in Russian
business . . and you were right. Hm. I doubted your wife. For that, I'm sorry.
Linda, I've added 3,000 here in the hope you will forgive me. Apology accepted.
Esme, I doubted you, as well. Now, John's got innocent lives on his conscience. -
Ordinary working men - Yeah, all right, Esme. Got it No, she's right. And you and
Arthur are going to have to share that burden. But, I hope the house that you could
buy with this can become a place of . . contemplation. Perhaps redemption. Charlie,
for lost tools dangerous goods and Curly's wise words. Johnny, for board and
lodgings. Lizzie Michael. For the killings. Five for cutting and five for shooting.
- No, Tommy, no - What?! Tell me, eh? This is who I am! And this is all I can give
you for what you give me. For your hearts and your souls. Yesterday, I nearly lost
my son. You should fucking understand that. For what? For what? For this? For
this?! And I know that you all want me to say that I'll change, that this fucking
business will change. But I've learnt something in the last few days. Those
bastards. Those BASTARDS . . are worse than us. Politicians, fucking judges, lords
and ladies. They're WORSE than us, and they will never admit us to their palaces,
no matter how legitimate we become . . because of who we are. Because of who we
fucking are, because of where we're fucking from. Isn't that right, Ada? Our Ada
knows. She got smart about revolution. And she knows you have to get what you want
your own way. Lizzie, I want it known, that money was for you because, some nights,
it was you . . who stopped my heart from breaking. No-one else. And the rest of
you, you took the King's shilling. You took the King's fucking shilling. When you
take the King's shilling, the King expects you to kill. Right, Arthur? Yeah. That's
how it works, right, John? That's right. That's right, Pol. That's fucking right.
Tommy You've had a bad time. We understand. So, at an alternative time . . when we
have all recovered . . I would like to put before the family an alternative
view . . of the future of the Shelby Company Limited. A more hopeful view. Which I,
for one, would quite like to hear. As would I. As would I. Come on, Arthur. The
train for the dock leaves in one hour . . then we'll get the boat to New York and
it'll all be in the past. I'll be off, then, Tom. I'll see you, eh? I'll see you,
brother. Bye, Curly. You can go, but you won't get far, Arthur. Ah All right, Tom.
I spoke to Moss last night. He told me that the Chief Constable of Birmingham has
issued a warrant for your arrest. Murder, sedition, conspiracy to cause explosion.
John, they're coming for you, as well. Murder. Conspiracy to cause explosion. -
Michael - What the fuck? . . the murder of Hughes. Polly Wait a minute, what the
fuck are you talking ab? . . the murder of Chief Inspector Chester Campbell. - Why
didn't you fucking tell us? - The people we betrayed last night want to bring us
down They control the police, they control the judges, they control the juries,
they control the jails. But they do not control the elected Government. - Listen to
me! - Why didn't you tell us before?! - You're my brother! - Listen to me So, I've
made a deal - They'll hang us! - . . in return for giving evidence against them. -
We'll fucking hang! - It's all taken care of. Lizzie, collect up the money and
bring it to the cellar. You will all get your money in due course. When the police
get in, do not resist. - You go with them, you do not say anything - Arthur!
Arthur, I've made a deal - with people even more powerful than our enemies. -
Arthur! Trust me, Brother. Eh? Trust me? - Linda! Linda - You did this
deliberately! You made this happen to keep us! Come here. Come here. All I know, we
run. We have to run. FUCK YOU! Once again I'm in trouble with my only friend She is
papering the window panes She is putting on a smile Living in a glass house Well,
of course, I'd like to sit around and chat Well, of course, I'd like to stay and
chew the fat Well, of course, I'd like to sit around and chat But someone's
listening in. On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty, black
coat with a red right hand.

Season 4 Episode 1
1 This programme contains some violent scenes and strong language from the start.
Arthur. John. Michael. The Chief Constable of Birmingham has issued a warrant for
your arrest. MUTED MUFFLED SHOUTS I've made a deal with people even more powerful
than our enemies. Trust me, brother. BIRDSONG BELLS TOLL Father. What is it -
Sunday? There's been a mistake. There's an appeal process underway that doesn't
begin until January. I want to see my lawyer, Mr Patrick. Stop! This shouldn't be
happening! YELLING Get your hands off me! Argh! Get your hands off me, you
bastards! I'm John Shelby! LAUGHS MANIACALLY HE BREATHES HARD WHISPERS: When I come
backwhen I come back, got to be clear. Want to go outside. Want to go outside. Want
to go outside. Want to go outside. FAINT SHOUTING WHISPERING Michael! Michael!
Arthur! Michael! Arthur! John! Where's Tommy?! Arthur! Arthur! JOHN! SHE
HYPERVENTILATES No! Arthur, you have to call the King! About what? About this! This
is the case of a family of Birmingham gangsters on trial for murder and sedition.
Why would the King intervene? The leader of the gang, Thomas Shelby. He claims his
family was caught up in a wider conspiracy. He names Winston Churchill. You woke me
up for this? And he also sent us this. How the fuck did a Birmingham racketeer get
his hands on a personal letter written by King George? During a robbery at Hampton
Court, Shelby discovered a box of correspondence. Among the papers he stole was
that letter from the King himself, which proves His Majesty was involved. Oh, utter
fuck. If his family walks free, then he will burn the papers in my presence. When
are they due to hang? Today. This morning, in Winson Green Prison. Why the hell
didn't you bring it up before?! The plan was for the Lord Chamberlain to intervene
at the appeal but late last night some local judge brought the executions forward.
Oh, my giddy aunt! Put me through to His Majesty. Well, wake him up! HE BREATHES
HARD SHE GASPS No heaven, no hell No innocence In the bleak midwinter. In the bleak
midwinter. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is Oh, Lord Jesus,
with this rope, pull me up to heaven. I see your face shining down on me! # No
heaven, no hell, no innocence # No heaven, no hell, no innocence # No heaven, no
hell, no innocence # No heaven, no hell, no innocence No heaven, no hell No
innocence Wait! # No heaven No hell, no heaven MUFFLED: Wait! MUTED # No hell # No
heaven # No hell # No heaven No hell. Also, sir, in return for burning the King's
letters, Thomas Shelby has asked for something else. An inclusion in this year's
New Year's honours list. Thomas Shelby has asked for the King to award him an OBE,
sir. MUSIC: Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds MUTED # Take a little
walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks God bless. Merry Christmas! # Where
the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom # As it shifts and cracks # Where secrets lie
in the border fires # In the humming wires # Hey, man, you know you're never coming
back # Past the square, past the bridge Past the mills, past the stacks # On a
gathering storm # Comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right
hand. FAINT CAROL SINGING Not going home for Christmas, Mr Shelby? Tomorrow.
SoMaria, or Clara, or Elizabeth? It's Christmas. Someone new, Billy. I've wrapped
all Charlie's presents and left them in the room. What did I get him? Toy horses,
toy cars, toy guns. You're due at the Singer factory at 8:00 tomorrow, not 8:30.
There's an union problem. 8:00. Yep. Then the driver will take you home. I'll drive
myself. Good night, Lizzie. Have a good Christmas. I'll have a vodka tonic. Yes,
ma'am. Tommy, I've had Christmas cards from John, Arthur, Ada, Michael and Polly.
And an invitation. New Year's. A party at John's house. A party at John's big
house. Good for him. Ada's coming back from Boston for it. I know. It was me who
gave her the time off. Why don't you come? Just turn up. Bring Charlie. Bring a
lump of coal. First footing. A dark-haired man crosses the threshold to bring good
luck for the new year. Hm? The babies will make everybody OK. Babies stop
everything. You can't pull a razor with a baby there. Not even Esme. Just come. See
what happens. Tommy, you've never even seen Arthur's kid. Nor John and Esme's. Your
drink, madam. Thank you. Billy? Who did you get for me? Theresa. I said someone
new. Understood. Do it for Charlie! Charlie should know his cousins. I got Charlie
a real horse, Lizzie. Not a toy. A thoroughbred. And on Christmas Day, it'll be
just you and Charlie. And the horse. You can't live like this another year. Sex,
freedom, whisky sours. Which one should I give up first, Lizzie, eh? I've got you
something. WHISPERS: Merry Christmas. MUSIC: Adore by Savages # If only I didn't
want the world # I wouldn't make you feel so sad # I'm sure my shame would be gone
# Is it human to adore life? # If only I'd hidden my lust # And starved a little
bit more # If only I didn't ask for more # Is it human to adore life? MUFFLED
SHOUTS I adore life. I told you, you didn't need to come on Christmas Eve. I could
have dealt with it. Yeah? Like you dealt with it at the Pressings factory(!) Well,
this is the same problem. Same fucking union convenor. Area convenor for the
Boilermakers' Union has got involved in something that could have otherwise been
fixed with a drink and a bribe. The wire-cutting shop? Yeah. Now, all the wire-
cutters here are women. That's why the union convenor thinks they're being
underpaid. Well, tell him there are no men in the cutting shops, so there can be no
comparatives. It's a woman. What is? The union convenor causing all the trouble.
Fuck! Her name's Jessie Eden. You heard of her? Yeah. Do you want me in the
meeting? No. Michael? Looksometimes I have a sniff of snow, so what? How's your
mother? I drove past her house. The drainpipe was hanging off. Look, the cocaine
keeps me awake. Very long hours these days, and when I do sleep, I dream about what
happened. I wasn't asking about you, Michael, was I? I was asking about your
mother. Since she was pardoned, she's been on these fucking tablets the doctor gave
her when she was in the prison. She says that when she was inside the nooseshe saw
spirits. She's running seances, but people just come into the house to steal
things. Tommy, it's bad. All right, all right. Hm! Now, listen to me, Michael . .
the spirits she sees are real. Believe they're real. Believe it with her. Then
eventually you can take the remembered noose from around her neck . . like a horse
that's been choked off. Keep her off whisky, throw away the tablets . . and stop
giving her fucking snow. Fuck, Tommy, that sounded like family advice. Are you
coming back? Nothing to come back to. Truth is, they're all fucked. The lot of
them. Yeah. Find out about that woman, Jessie Eden. Don't let your mother keep cash
in the house. And, oi! No cocaine in my registered premises. Did you see they all
came? Yeah, I saw you at the back. It's funny they don't notice. Oh, my sweet! Oh,
my heart! Crushed to death in the canal. But back home again, and so beautiful! Oh!
WHISPERS: Inside the loop. Inside the merry loop. FOOTSTEPS BARKING For fuck's
sake! Fucking birds! BARKING VEHICLE APPROACHES MUSIC: Alas Salvation by Yak Ada.
Come on. # Alas Salvation # Alas Salvation Gilded lily nest of vipers Never ever
did invite us. I thought we'd lost you to the great white way of Broadway. No.
Well, this beats Watery Lane, John. Does it? Take a seat, I'll grab the kids. Oh,
it's all right, I'm not stopping. I just want to drop those presents off for
tomorrow. I don't want words on Christmas Eve. It's my house. You're welcome. Hm.
FAINT CHILDREN'S CHATTER It's OK, I'm staying with Polly. Yeah. She's in a bad way.
Mm. I'll bring her to her senses. Michael's already tried that. I'll get through to
her. You still going to come to the party on New Year's Eve? Yeah. Who else is
coming? Arthur, Linda Hello, Esme. Who paid for your car and driver, Ada? Shelby
Company Limited. Nice car. He treats you well. His last little pet. Look, this
visit is meant to be about making things all right. John had a rope around his
neck. He shit himself. All right, Esme, that'll do, yeah? Go in the kitchen. Take a
curse back to the money. Anyway, there's your presents. How's Arthur? For
Christmas, get him a sewing kit . . so he can sew his fucking balls back on. Oh!
GEESE HONK PHONE RINGS Maypole 245. Hello, Esme. There you go, look. That's a
couple of eggs. Two eggs. There we go. Arthur? Be careful with Billy in there,
there's a cock. Yeah, I will. And don't smoke that near him. All right. Get out of
it! Esme called to say Ada's on her way over. HE LAUGHS Did you hear that, Billy
boy? Your Auntie Ada's coming all the way from America. Bye, chickens! Oh! We
dropped an egg, look! We dropped an egg, Billy boy. MUSIC: Red Right Hand by FIDLAR
Give him the hell he gives us, Miss Eden. # Take a little walk to the edge of town
# And go across the tracks # Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom # As it
shifts and cracks # Where the secrets lie in the border fires # In the humming
wires# Excuse me! This is the gents You don't have a women's lavatory on the second
floor because no women get this far up. If you don't have a women's lavatory, I
can't go to it, can I? # On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty
black coat with a red right hand. You say there is a disparity in pay based on sex.
The male wire-cutters in the Rover factory a mile and a half down the road are paid
ten shillings a week more than the female wire-cutters here. Different factories,
different rates. But both factories are owned by you, Mr Shelby. Not in your own
name, of course. In the name of Arrow House Holdings. You own the Lanchester car
and van factory in the name of Tilton Company Limited, the Billings machine tools
factories
at Hay Mills and Greet in the name of Stetchford Engineering, the Bilston Forgings
and Pressings factory in the name of Canalside, and the canal warehousing in Gas
Street, Saltely and Cadbury in the name of Shelby Company Limited. Also, 255
streets of back-to-back houses. Very good. Very good. So this isn't about women and
men. It's about me, eh? Tommy Shelby, OBE. No, it's not about you. It's about
disparities. It's about ten shillings a week for working mothers so they can buy
shoes for their kids. Never had shoes myself. So, now you deny others? And,
barefoot, I grew up mean. Oh, I know. Oh, yeah, you know everything. Your turn of
phrase Is unacceptable? You grew up mean, you say? A threat in there, I think,
somewhere. No threats. The whole of Birmingham knows you, Mr Shelby.
Sweetheartwhatever you've heard, I don't need to make threats. My comrade brothers
and sisters Huh! Your brothers and sisters! All right, listen, I will conduct
myself as a businessman Who says "sweetheart"! You say there is a ten-shilling
disparity between male and female cutters in two of my factories? Very well. I will
increase the pay of the female cutters in this factory by five shillings. And I
will cut the pay of the male cutters in the Rover by five shillings . . thereby
achieving your sacred fucking parity. And I will tell the men with families to feed
whose idea it was to cut their pay. You do that, I will bring all my members out on
strike. Oh, yeah? The week after Christmas? You think so? You know, everything
you've said here today, and the fact that we're having this meeting today tells me
that you are a woman without a family. And everything I hear about you tells me you
are a man without a family, as well. My comrade brothers and sisters are not afraid
of you, Mr Shelby. I will call an extraordinary meeting of my executive committee
as soon as Boxing Day. You will hear the whistles blow all across Birmingham. I've
heard lots of whistles blow, sweetheart! HE EXHALES FOOTSTEPS DOOR OPENS The post
has arrived, Mr Shelby. I'm sorry to keep asking, but Chef needs to know how many
for dinner tomorrow. He's new. He's foreign. He gets very upset. Right. Well, you
tell Chef there'll be 27 guests for Christmas dinner tomorrow. 27? Family? Yep. I
thought Charlie could do with some company, so I asked Johnny Dogs if he knew
anyone who liked to eat goose . . and he said he knew 26. Tell Chef I want ten
geese, a buck cut into steaks, some trout from the river. Fetch whisky, brandy and
wine from the cellar. Best we have. There will be children? Lots of children. With
Johnny's tribe, new ones might be born on the floor. So have mops and buckets
ready, eh? And I want you at the table, Frances, so make it 28. I will be busy.
You've put up with me this past year, looked after Charlie when I've been on
business. Tomorrow, you will eat at my table. Things will get better, I think, next
year. Uh-huh. HE CLEARS THROA HE BREATHES HARD It gets much warmer than here in the
summer. Much colder in the winter. I knew it. Mm. But parts of it are just like
Birmingham. Yeah. Shit and smoke are the same everywhere. Hm. What about you,
Linda? Are you working? I've been seeking work as a teacher. A teacher. But, you
know, it's quite difficult. The Shelby name, it's always in the papers. And, erwhat
do you get up to all day, Arthur? As you know, Arthur's previous endeavours have
left us with no need for a salary. Arthur occupies his time in the garden, doing
voluntary work. He drives old people and cripples. Oh. Yeah, well, it's something
to do. I want to open a garage. Some day. Fixing cars, you know? Sometimes cars
attract ambitious men. Yeah, wellI like fixing cars. Mm. PHONE RINGS I'll go. I got
it. Maypole 245. Arthur, have you checked your post? I just got served a black
hand. I just got delivered a black fucking hand to the house. From Luca Changretta.
WHISPERS: Jesus! Jesus Christ! Wait a minute, John, which one was Luca? The old
man's oldest son. He was going to get done for killing a bank clerk in a robbery,
so his old man sent him back to New York. You know what the black hand means among
the wops, Arthur? It's Mafia shit. The Sicilian fucking Mafia! Check your post,
Arthur. Arthur, I was just leaving. No, you're not. I needI need to talk to you.
Arthur? It's all right, Linda. Stay here. Ada, please. Linda? You stay here. Did
you say Mafia? Esme, I need to make a call. No! I need to make a fucking call! Give
it here! What the fuck is this?! Give it here! Not until you tell me what the fuck
it is! Give it here! What is it?! It's from Luca Changretta, all right? We killed
his dad. I remember. It was Tommy who killed him! It was fucking Arthur pulled the
trigger! All right, it was mercy, but it was Arthur! Anyway, it makes no fucking
difference! For the wops, it's family. The black hand came here. Everybody will
have got one. They're coming for us all! We made an agreement. We made a solemn
promise. We're the family now. Here, look at that. That's from Changretta's son,
Luca. How the fuck he knows where I live. Eh? And why's he waited a year? I'm going
to see Tommy next. I'll talk to him. I've been served a black hand and she won't
even let me keep a fucking spud gun in the house. Go to a hotel. It's Christmas
Eve, Ada. I've got a gun in the glove compartment. You take that for now. I'll talk
to Tommy and have him call. Just make sure you get to the phone first. Yeah. Now
hug me, like you came out here because you were emotional. I am emotional. I just
don't know what fucking emotion it is. It'll be OK. I'll talk to Tommy. You talk to
him. GOOSE HONKS You and me both, brother. ENGINE STARTS Ada! You wait there, you
won't leave empty handed. Here you go, look, some eggs, you give them to Polly, all
right? And you, keep your eyes on the road. Take care. Who was on the phone,
Arthur? John. Wishing me Merry Christmas. Come inside. It's getting late. SHIP'S
HORN Thanks. HE SPEAKS ITALIAN Take off the hat. Are you with those other Italians?
We're Americans. It says it right there on the paper. USA. And what's the purpose
of your visit? Pleasure. Mum? It's me. You left the door open. To change the air. I
told you I was busy today. What do you want? Why haven't you opened your post? I
tidied up. Ada's coming today. She's late. Tommy asked about you today. I hope
Ada's car hasn't broken down. Is Shelby Company Limited still using Bentleys? Yeah.
Bentleys are no good in the cold. You should tell him. I will. Any other messages
for Tommy? Yeah. Fuck off. He saw that your drain pipe was broken. He was worried.
Is that it? Is that all he asked about? Drainpipes? No. He said that I'm to accept
that you have a gift. That you've always had a gift. What gift? Second sight.
Spirits. All that gypsy stuff, he said that I'm to believe you. You think I don't
hear his voice in yours. You don't think I recognise his strategies. I'm still a
match for him. Yes. You are. And you still can be. Me and Lizzie decided that this
New Year we're all to turn the page. You can't spend another year like this, Mum.
"Mum. " Mum. That word is like a bullet to me. I see your sister in that chair
sometimes Look, me and Lizzie have decided. It's time. I bought these. One for you
and Ada and one for you and me. So Tommy said, "Keep her off the whisky. " I'll
drink Champagne the day my son leaves the employment of Shelby Company Limited. You
tell him that next time he mentions fucking drainpipes. Right. Now, this is your
job, Charlie. We give those to Santa and Rudolph. Good boy. Put this out for Santa,
for his whisky. Now, night-night. Merry Christmas. I will see you tomorrow. Sleep
well. Come on, Charlie. APPROACHING VEHICLE KNOCKING Mr Shelby, it's your sister. I
know. Send her in. I got a card, Ada. I'm guessing Arthur and John have had one as
well. Hello, Tommy. "Hello, Ada, welcome home. " Thanks, it's nice to be back. I've
spoken to Moss. Moss said Changretta is a soldier for the Spinetti family, which
means he will have men with him, professional men. They usually operate in units of
around ten. Moss is checking Cunard records to see if they're already in England.
This one's for you. What is it? A time machine? My God. Tommy Shelby. Is that
regret? I'll open it tomorrow. So, boss, in the light of the changed circumstances,
what are your orders? Changretta knows where we all live. If we stay out in the
open, isolated, he'll pick us off one by one. We need to be together in a place
even they won't dare to come. You mean back home? Within a four-mile radius of the
Garrison, every man is a guard and a soldier for us. I'm calling a family meeting.
Charlie Strong's yard, Boxing Day. Finn's already there. You tell Polly and
Michael. I'll deal with John and Arthur. And Esme and Linda? Anyone who wants to
live to see another Christmas needs to come to where it's safe. These bastards will
kill kids as well. When this business is finished, we cango our separate ways. Go
and see Polly and explain. She'll have had a card as well. Do you think I'm on the
list? We're all on the list, Ada. I gave my gun to Arthur. Welcome home. Holy shit,
it's Father Christmas. Yeah, and if you're good you get what you deserve. Fucking
come here, you! PHONE RINGS Fuck. Yeah, put me through to Maypole 245. PHONE RINGS
Hello. Arthur, it's Tommy. Be quick, they're asleep. Family meeting, Charlie's
yard, Boxing Day, midday. I can't raise John but I'll send Michael to get him. If
you have to pull a gun on Linda, do it. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Tom. What
did you do with them? My tablets were in the bathroom cabinet. What did you do with
them? I threw them in the lavatory. Tommy's orders? No. My own decision. How am I
going to get through Christmas without them? They close everything. How am I going
to get through Christmas without them? I'll help you. They don't open anything.
Fucking no apothecary, nothing. You can
move in with me and I'll help you. How can I get through fucking Christmas?
Without Without anything! How? SHE BREATHES HARD AND RAPIDLY You can move in with
me and I'll help you. Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off, Thomas Shelby! Fuck off! It's
all right it's me. Mum, this as got to stop! I don't want you, I don't want you,
Thomas Shelby. My husband is back and he loves me. Tommy said to believe in spirits
with you, but I can't. Hello, Polly. Hello, Michael. Merry Christmas. The door was
wide open. Fuck. I spent the whole day tidying up. I wanted it to be nice. I wanted
it to look nice! Why, Pol? It's only me. It's OK. It's OK. We can sit, sit and talk
and put things back together. It's OK. I'll leave you two to it. No, you stay. Now,
listen, something's happened. Things have changed. Today everyone in the family
received one of these. What does it mean? Tommy's called a family meeting. He wants
you both to come. APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS KNOCKING Come. I'm really sorry to bother
you again, sir, but Chef insists on knowing what time the guests will arrive.
Francis, for the last time, it's Johnny Dogs. They're gypsies. They're camped down
by the river. When they're ready they'll walk up. All right? He says it's about
preparation, sir. What is? He's asked specifically. Will they arrive before the
King's speech or after? You said he was new, this chef. When did join us? October.
October. And he's foreign? He's Italian, sir. Oh. He's the best chef we've ever had
in the house. No shouting or swearing or blaspheming. Do we have his references?
Yes. The only problem has been his assistant. What assistant? He brought an
assistant with him. He calls him his sous-chef. Are they still working, Frances?
They'll be there till midnight, sir. Right, thank you. Good night. You can go to
bed. Merry Christmas, sir. And I thought about your offer. I'd be happy to sit at
your table. Right, thank you. What's your name? Max, Mr Shelby. Max. It's all
right. Don't get up. Oh. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, yes. You're new. I'm Mr Shelby.
Hello, sir. I haven't taken time to introduce myself. Antonio. What have you done
that's so wrong, eh? Excuse me? A sous-chef peeling potatoes. It's an emergency.
Late notice. Oh. Late notice. Right, right, carry on. Antonio . . here, ã10. For
the late notice. You wanted to know if my guests would arrive before or after the
King's speech? Eh? Yes. It'll be after. How are you? Oh, justworried about
tomorrow. Yeah? I'm worried about Antonio. You've been here two months and we've
not met before. It's my fault. I've been busy. Thomas Shelby. My hand has blood.
Oh, mine too. Hey, er, how much do you pay Antonio? I forget. Must be a lot. I just
gave him ã10. Didn't mean a fucking thing to him. Maybe it isn't you that pays
him. I've been reading up on you. Bertorelli. Claridge's. You used to work in a
place called San Marco's, onon Fleet Street. I used to know the man that owned San
Marco's. A man called Darby Sabini. I never met him. No. Maybe yourassistant,
Antonio, maybe he's met him. Here's how it is. Antonio was sent from New York. I
don't know. Please Darby Sabini facilitated. He passed him on to you and told you
to bring him into my house. They threatened to kill you if you didn't do it. You
want me to dress you like you dressed that fucking stag? Please! You know about me,
right? Mm-hm. You know what I do? Mm-hm. You wanted to know when my guests would
arrive because Antonio needed me alone. He's an assassin. The plan is to kill me
tomorrow. I don't know. They just said bring him here. Well, bring him here.
Antonio! HE CALLS OUT IN ITALIAN HE SPEAKS ITALIAN Aaaargh! Aaaargh! You are a
black hand! You are a black hand! How many came from New York? How many fucking
came from New York? Vaffanculo! What did he What did he say? Is that a curse or a
number? What did he fucking say? What did he fucking say? He said, "Fuck you. "
Yeah? GUNSHO The black hand means kill or be killed. You go back to London, you
tell Darby Sabini he picked the wrong side in this war. Once we've dealt with the
Americans, we'll come for him. Go on, go. Go. Oi! You tell anyone else, I'll come
and find you. Harrow 335. The Hare and Hounds pub. Robert. Yes, it's Mr Shelby.
Merry Christmas to you too. Robert, is there a gypsy in the public bar playing the
fiddle for shillings? Yes. Can you, er, can you tell him I need to speak to him?
Thank you. Oh, fuck, Tom. I thought these sporting days were over. Yeah, so did I.
But they keep coming back at us. There's a black stallion in the stables. He's
invisible at night, use him. Take the body across the river to the rough ground.
Burn him? No. This one's a message. Will there still be geese for dinner? Only if
you can steal them on the way. On the way where? We're going back, Johnny. Back to
Small Heath. Back where you belong. HE SPEAKS HIS OWN LANGUAGE Merry Christmas. You
can keep the stallion. Christ the fucking night. Michael, they're coming today.
Michael, shut up and listen. You've got to get everyone out. Get Polly and Ada to
Charlie's yard. I've told Arthur but I can't reach John. When you've dropped Polly
and Ada, go out to John's place and get him out. All right? Is it Christmas? Not
just yet. Let's go, eh? Mummy! Move! Hello? GUN COCKS Oh, fuck. It's you. Got
nothing better to do on Christmas morning? Tommy wants everybody at Charlie's yard
now. Come on. Get in. Get in. What's going to happen? It's fucking Christmas. Look,
John, we don't have time for this. Come into the house. Just come to the meeting.
Have some food. Tell Tommy Shelby we can look after ourselves. Tommy says they
could come for us today. Tommy says, Tommy says. Are you his fucking parrot? Look
it's the Mafia, all right. This is the New York Mafia we're talking about. And
we're the Peaky fucking Blinders. No, we're not, John. We're not the Peaky fucking
Blinders unless we're together. You were together on the gallows, with one man
missing. John? John, come to the meeting, all right? Think about the kids. Come to
the meeting and if you want to leave then fine. HORSE HOOVES No. It's Christmas
Day. We're the family now. We're staying at home. In the fucking house! Esme John!
GUNFIRE

Season 4 Episode 2
1 You can't live like this another year. Tommy, you've never even seen Arthur's
kid. Nor John and Esme's. I'm staying with Polly. She's in a bad way. I'll get
through to her. The union convenor causing all the trouble, her name's Jessie Eden.
I will conduct myself as a businessman Who says "sweetheart"? Today, everyone in
the family received one of these. Changretta knows where we all live. We need to be
together at a place even they won't dare to come. You mean back home? This is the
New York Mafia we're talking about. And we're the Peaky Blinders. We're not the
Peaky Blinders unless we're together. - And what's the purpose of your visit? -
Pleasure. Please, can we get some help here? Please? It's all right, Michael. It's
all right, Michael. It's all right, Michael. You're going to be OK. Don't leave us
now. Just keep breathing. No. No. I don't want fucking kids in here. I want
soldiers. I don't want fucking kids who joined us for the sport. All right. Get
out. Go on. Go. - I want men who served in here. - All right, Pol. God, please,
don't take my son. Mrs Gray, please. - Please, don't. God, don't take my son. -
Pol. Pol. He's in good hands. - God, please, don't take my son. - Polly. Pol? Pol?
Damn, fuck those bastards responsible. All right. Let them do their job, all right?
Let them do their job. I'll get soldiers. I'll be back. I'll be back. Is it him?
Yeah. On his own doorstep. His own fucking doorstep. All right, get out. And you,
out. Poor John. Fucking John. "In the bleak midwinter" We promised, Arthur. No, I
can't In the hole, we promised. I can't look at him Come here, brother. Come here.
Come on, come here. Oh, man. Now, say it. Say it, brother. "In the bleak midwinter"
You're cursed, and I curse you again! And again! And again! - Esme - No! Come on.
Come here. Come on. Leave me with him. You've spoken to him. Now it's my turn.
Arthur. No peace for either of youever. Our stuff will stay with me. I'm taking the
children on the road, to live with decent people. They'll never know the cursed
side of this family. We're done with them, John. Tommy, they're gathered. John is
dead. Esme has gone on the road with the Lees. She's taken the kids. Michael is
badly wounded. They say it's 60-40 in his favour. There's no number, there's no
percentages. There's only the hand. The hand beneath him stops him falling. I spoke
to someone. My son'll live. Michael and John were shot because we killed someone.
Vicente Changretta. His son, Luca, has come to take revenge. Men from New York and
Sicily here in Birmingham. These men will not leave our city until our whole family
is dead. That's how it works - an eye for an eye. It's called vendetta. The
bullet's been written. It says "LUCA". When the time comes . . And it will come . .
He, as the oldest brother I will put this bullet into his fucking head. There's
been some bad blood between us. Polly, please. Until this business is settled, we
stay together . . And we stay here. Small Heath, Bordesley, Hay Mills, down to
Greet. We know every face and every man is a soldier in this army. These men are
professionals, they're good at what they do, so we're going to need more than we
have. I've sent a message to Aberama Gold. No. No, Tom. I'll get you 50 Lee boys.
Good men, Tom. I don't need good men, Johnny. For this, I need bad men. Tommy, his
people are fuckin' savages. You know? Heathens, Tom. They don't even let them in
the fair, so they come and steal our horses. You know, stealing from their own,
Tom. So this the plan, Thomas? This is the plan? A bullet with a name on it, help
from a bunch of savages? We're going to go on the offensive. I've spoken to Moss. -
Moss! - I've spoken to Moss. Moss is putting out word . . Eyes and ears so we can
find 'em. Yet the truth is, the police are busy with the revolution. Moss says
they're expecting strikes and riots when the weather gets warmer. The Bolsheviks
are planning The Bolsheviks couldn't plan a fucking picnic. - He's reading the
wrong papers. - Ada! Real or not real, the coppers don't give a fuck about us. All
right? Which means . . That here today, in this room, we have to agree to end this
war between us. Take a vote. Peace. I was never a part of this, butpeace. Peace.
Peace. Peace. Shut up, Finn. Why can't I say "Peace"? Arthur, let him have his say.
Finn, sit at the table. Little bastard. They're sending us fucking kids, Sergeant
Major to do men's work. My son's not here to speak so I'll speak on behalf of us
both. Truce. Five for peace, two for truce, one abstention. Let's get on with the
war. Curly, here we are. Here, catch. Right. Right, move them, boys. Unload,
unload! Hat. Blues and Villa goalkeeper? Dan Tremelling plays in goal for the
Blues, and Tommy Jackson for the Villa. Fair enough. - Charlie? - What is it,
Curly? We've run out of bullets, Charlie. We need more ammunition! More ammunition!
Johnny, more ammo. We're like sitting ducks here, if the wops come. Yeah, well,
Tommy said we should do it in the open. This is how John wanted to go. On the
smoke. But the truth is, we died together once before. Arthur, me Danny Whizz-Bang,
Freddie Thorne, Jeremiah, and John. We were cut off from the retreat, no bullets
left, waiting for the Prussian cavalry to come, and to finish us off. And while we
waited Jeremiah said we should sing In The Bleak Midwinter. But we were spared -
the enemy never came. And we all agreed That everything after that was extra And
when our time came, we would all remember. You remember that God spared you. But
what did you do with the extra time that he gave you, eh, Thomas? At ease. At ease.
Do not return fire! I repeat - do not return fire! Stand down. The men doing the
firing are on our side. I took the trouble of getting an invitation to Aberama
Gold. Oh, fuck. Now it's begun. You put us out in the open on purpose. You used
John's funeral fire as a fucking beacon. - We were never in any danger, Polly. -
You set a trap. Finn? Finn?! Go to the yard and light the fires. You set a trap
with us as fucking bait. Who's dead? Our enemies. - Who's dead? - Want to know,
Pol? Two fucking local Italians heard about the vendetta, tried to make a fucking
names for themselves - that's who. We got word to them about the funeral the where,
the when. Told them where to stand for the best shot. And Aberama Gold will do the
rest. That's the language of vendetta they take one of ours, we take two of theirs.
You used your own brother's funeral. When did we vote on this, Tommy? Curly, get a
boat ready to take the bodies to the city, and another boat for anyone anyone who
wants no more part of this. Cos this is how it's going to be. Polly! I'm not
staying for this, Arthur. I'm going home. Oh, yeah. Home's 57 Watery Lane. You go
there Lock the doors, you wait for me. - Key to number 57. - I'm going home to the
country. You will stay here until it's over. Take the fucking key, Linda. Look,
away from here, you are a weakness to all of us. They will take you hostage, and
the baby. They will use the baby. Take it. Put the kettle on. Wait for your
husband. The only way any of you Shelbys will leave this place is on a cloud of
smoke, like John. Well, you're a Shelby now, too, Linda. 500 each, 1,000 for the
brace. Where do you want them? Charlie, take them to the yard. Not too far, not too
deep, Curly. We need the message to get through. OK, Tom. Finn, you go with him. Go
on. Go with him. Oh, Tom? Tell Johnny to save me some goose, please. On your feet.
Wait outside. Hello, Mum. They said you'd be out cold. No, don't move. The doctor
said they'd sewn you up like a football. What else did he say? He said you took
four bullets. Only one was live. One was a ricochet Two were already spent. Two had
passed through John. The last thing I remember was his face. I watched him go.
Where's Tommy? Oh, don't worry about Tommy. Just get better. Where is he? Tommy's
back. We're all back. The Garrison, Watery Lane, Charlie's. I need a cigarette. No.
I've made a decision. - Give me a cigarette, Mum. - It's not allowed. It's not
allowed? I've decided we're going to get away. Yeah? Just me and you. Australia.
And I've been to the Cunard office and I got a magazine. America's no good, because
that's where they are, but there's no Italians in Australia. I think there are,
Mum. Bad ones, I mean. Have you stopped taking those prison tablets? - Don't you
worry about me. - I do. Just you get better. The doctor says it'll be five weeks.
Then, you'll be up and walking. Now, there's a boat that leaves on February the
13th. Tell Tommy I need to see him. Tell him to bring a gun small enough to fit in
the chamber pot, - in case they come back. - No, I've banned Tommy from coming. Are
the factories going back to work tomorrow? Just forget the fucking factories. Is
there any word of them going out on strike? We're going to Australia. It'll just be
you, me, and your sister. Cos I've found out where she's buried - it's somewhere
outside Melbourne. Listen, Mum. I'm going to get better slowly But you need to get
better fast. Without you, he falls apart, and without him Without him, they'll take
us all. You've got to get us through this. Then, I promise I'll board that train
with you and we'll go to Australia. I like your yard, Mr Strong. How much would you
take for it? It's not for sale. Not for sale? Ok. I just took a look round. I like
this place. Fire for melting silver, canal to get it away. How much? Nothing you
see is for sale, Mr Gold. Oh, everything is for sale. Everything. You tell Mr
Strong I'm going to buy his yard. This yard has been in his family since they
settled. But I have decided to make it part of our deal. Charlie? Charlie, come
here. We're going to spin a coin for your yard, Charlie. You're going to what? If
it's heads, Abby here takes all of thiswith my blessing. Tommy. And if it's tails I
fuck your daughter, Mr Gold. You have three daughters,
I hear And Esmeralda is the eldest, and also the prettiest, so I'll have her. So
make her part of the deal and spin her against the yard. Tommy, for fuck sake.
Here, toss the coin, Mr Gold. No. Please don't believe this is a joke. The coin to
us is sacred. Yes, Arthur? Sacred. If you toss that coin, you take a bet before
witnesses. And if I win Then, we'll insist that the terms of this agreement, the
wager, are fulfilled. Toss the coin, Mr Gold. Tommy Shelby OBE No wager today. But
with this penny, I will buy a flower to put on your grave When the time comes. And
before that time, please don't again disrespect my friends or their valued
property. We missed Christmas - let's have it now. Peace on earth, good will to all
men. Rum, Curly. Toast to my brother, John. Raise your glasses, all of you. Raise
'em up, all of you. - John Shelby. - Cheers. I got wire, I got chains, I got steel
rods - now what? Right, put the steel rods up the geese's arse there, and then you
put those steel rods above the fire, spinning the rod to stop the bird from
burning. You did get potatoes, Charlie? No, I didn't get fucking potatoes. What's
the matter with you? I don't want that bastard, Aberama Gold, putting it around
that we live like didicois. I want him to see that we live proper, that we eat
proper, in the proper way. What the fuck are you talking about? I'll get the
potatoes meself. Never thought my high-fucking-heels from Paris would be stepping
through the horse shit of Small Heath ever again. Temporary, Polly. Yeah, until
hell freezes over. How's Michael? You said eight men from New York, seven from
Sicily, at £500 each. Of course, you can afford it. Most, we'll do ourselves. How
many of your factories are in the safe territories? 70% 70%. Shelby Company Ltd
will continue to manufacture. Lizzie says it's only whores these days. Yeah. Have
them smuggled in, I suppose? I need you back, Polly. Paying whores for sex, paying
killers to kill Yeah - nothing for nothing. Poor Thomas. You know, our mother went
this way - spirits and ghosts, tablets, fucking fucking seances scaring us kids
halfway to fucking death. Yeah, well, I'm not going that way. Cos in the smoke, I
realised something. I'm just like you now, you and Arthur. I was dead in that
noose, and then I was saved. So everything from now on is extra. But what I didn't
understand until today Is when you're dead already You're free. Fucking love it.
I'll help you, cos Michael wants me to help you. Starting now. Get your whores
vetted by Lizzie - they'll use your weakness. Don't take any new men on in the
factories unless you know their families. And your new friend, Mr Aberama Gold He
wants something other than just money. I see things in the air around people, it's
not just the tablets. It's real. Ask him what he really wants. She's a fine beast,
this one. Nothing you see is for sale, Mr Shelby. Your grandfather camped with mine
for a while. Yeah. That didn't last. No, it ended badly In a pub called the
Wenlock. We were owed money. Still are. Other than money and a scrapyard that's
clearly not for sale What is it that you want from me, Mr Gold? How do you know I
want anything from you? Well, because my company treasurer is a certified
accountant, and also, apparently, a witch. You're a sporting man Yes, I am. And a
gambling man. Bonnie, take off your shirt. What I want from you, Mr Shelby, is for
you to take a gamble on him. I want you to help my son achieve his ambition. What
ambition might that be? Who is it? Inspector Moss. I'm looking for Tommy. He's at
Charlie's. But I wouldn't go there - some bad men have arrived. Yes, I've heard Be
drunk by now or worse. Can you take a message? The intelligence service in London
have sent seven officers up to Birmingham to take over the investigation into the
Communists and seditionists. They've got a list of people of great interest and,
erm, top of that list is Ada Thorne, formerly Shelby. Now, they seem to think that
she came back from New York to organise the revolution in Birmingham. Well, tell
them they're wrong. Ada Shelby's now firmly back in place in the family business.
Thing is, when you get a mark against your name, it's very hard to shift it. They
will come looking for her. Well, tell them there's a queue. Everybody wants a
Shelby. Mrs Shelby These are military men, no less dangerous than any Italians. You
tell Tommy. I think he'll understand. I'll say good night to you, then. Hello,
Curly. - Oh, hello - I'm here to collect Mr Shelby's horse. I'm a little early, I
think. A-Are you going to train the horse to race? Yes. D-Don't use the crop, she's
very gentle. I won't. I-I How is Mr Shelby? Well, now he's got the Americans after
him, - he's a bit hard on people. - The Americans? Yeah, they call them the Mafia.
Dear God. Yeah, there's 15 of them. Yeah, they want to kill us all. But we've got
guns and grenades and Aunt Polly's back, so it's going to be OK. Yeah. I-I'll get
the horse. Mr Shelby, thank God you're back. We've got real trouble. What meetings
do I have today? Erm, well, there's a supplier from Coventry at ten, the convenor
of the boilermakers union at 11, and then Chamber of Commerce at one. But that
isn't the thing. Right, clear a space here, move this car back and then 100 feet of
rope and a bell. - Rope? - Yep, and a bell. Mr Shelby, this place is about to
explode. Rope and a bell, Devlin. Ronnie, this way. Yes, Mr Shelby. Oh, by the way,
the revolution's scheduled to begin at noon. Here he is - Billy Mills. Former
heavyweight champion, Staffordshire, Warwickshire and Worcestershire. Hello, Billy.
Yeah, and now I work for you, Mr Shelby, for not enough money. All right. That
enough for you? - Enough for what? - There's someone here wants to fight you.
Bonnie Gold! Come here, son. I'm a heavyweight. He's a welterweight, at best.
Nevertheless, he wants to fight you. Yeah, and when I damage him, the Blinders will
take my eyes. No comeback, Billy. It's just a fight, Queensberry rules. - When? -
Now. - Where? - Here. Right, you lot, come here. Let's make it interesting. Come
place a wager with me. I'll give you good odds. I'll give you good odds on the boy,
even better on the big lad. £2, there you go. What you want? Bonnie. Come here,
son. Your boy knows he can hit back, right? I told him, in the professional game,
people want their money's worth. Don't win too fast. But if you've seen enough
Finish it, Bonnie! Fuck me. That was a punch. What's he got, horseshoes in those
gloves, or what? Nope. Just his dad's strength and his mother's temper. - Does he
have fits? - No. - Asthma? - No. - How's he cut? - No-one's cut him yet, but his
skin's thick. - Does he drink? - Porter. Sometimes. How many fights? 25 bare-
knuckle, all knockouts, five with gloves in pastures. All knockouts. Against Romany
fighters? That's why they won't let us in the fairs no more he keeps winning. I
could fight a fucking tree and knock it out, Mr Shelby. - I like him. I like - Mrs
Eden's waiting upstairs. All right, I'll be there in a minute. Arthur. Mr Shelby's
on his way. Fight in the workshop? No. No, just a bit of sport. Do you want more
tea? No. What kind of sport? Sport between men, Mrs Eden. Actually, I'm Miss Eden.
Be patient. A good man will come. What do you think? Don't know, it was over fast.
Yeah, but you can tell, aye? I'll give him to the Irish boys in Digbeth, they can
teach him. Yeah, and then what? We promote him. Big money in London. New York, if
he's good. We control him, run the book. Control the odds. Like a horse. Control
when he wins, when he loses. Alfie Solomons runs a fighter. He says it's fucking
money for nothing. Fighting's been good for us, better if we know who's going to
win. We've a lot going on, though, Tom. Yeah. That's why it'd be good to have the
kid around. If we take the fucking kid on, one day he may end up fucking taking a
bullet for you. Can't afford to lose another brother, can I? No horses like him, so
he's all right. Come on. All right. We'll do it. We need to do a deal about money.
Yeah. Speak to my accountant. - The witch? - The witch. So when will be my first
real fight be, do you think, Mr Shelby? Well, as soon as we can find men stupid
enough to get in the ring with you. God help him. There you go, Bonnie. You're a
Peaky Blinder now, son. There you go. The lion's share. Thank you. Mr Shelby, I
understand you've had a bereavement. I'm here to talk business. - Then I'll be
blunt. - And as will I. What you're doing here is robbery. Every man is free to
leave. You cut five shillings from the weekly wage. And you said, if I did that,
you'd bring every man and women in all my factories out on strike. Yes. Do you have
a whistle? If so, blow it. I thought at least we might have a discussion, as I do
with other owners. I'm not other owners. No. You believe because coal is expensive
and it's been a cold winter, and because wages have been cut over these past 12
months, you think cos of all that nobody will walk out on strike, cos no-one can
afford to. And, until recently, that would have been true. But something has
changed this past year. A cold wind from the East. People are not afraid any more.
I have it on very good authority that the Bolsheviks couldn't organise a fucking
picnic. You know, Mr Shelby, it's almost as if you want trouble. If the rule of law
in Birmingham were to break down during thisperiod of turmoil for my family, then,
yes, that would indeed have its benefits . . For reasons you could not understand.
I've heard rumours. Sport between men. Just blow your fucking whistle, eh? Tools
down, we got to clear it Right, come on, you lot, put your tools down. We're
outside. Go on. Just leave it. Just leave it, let's get out. Everyone out. I said,
everyone out. Stop working, immediately. Yeah, come in. I did say this would
happen. Who's next? he's a delegate from the European Council for Trade.
He's here to talk about the import of car parts to France. Right. He's come all
the way from Paris. But, given the circumstances, I can send him away. Given what
circumstances? Send him in. Mr Shelby, this is Monsieur Paz, from Paris. I heard
you had trouble. It's good of you to see me. You just came from Paris, eh? You know
Paris? I left Paris in a cattle truck. They said you were French. No, I came here
from Paris . . That does not mean I'm French. Guess where I'm from. Well, in my
cattle truck in Paris . . There were American soldiers. We played cards. They sound
like you. Did you win? You didn't come on a train. Your suit is pressed, your shoes
are clean. Where do you get your suits made? I have a tailor . . In New York City.
Look Fenacci. Italian. He's my uncle. He makes suits in a basement in Mott Street.
He is my uncle, so every stitch is stitched with blood. I heard you dress well, Mr
Shelby. But now I see . . Not so well as me. You know, I have uncles as well . .
But they're not the sort of men who would, uh . . Who would work in a basement with
a needle and thread . . Mr Changretta. I am surprised how easy it was to get into a
room with you. And now? And now And now you should know that during the trouble you
had earlier on your factory floor, I sent an accomplice into your office in
overalls. He found your gun . . And unloaded it. Arthur Shelby . . Polly Gray. . .
Michael Gray . . John Shelby . . Spent. Ada Thorne . . And, finally . . Tommy
Shelby. None of you will survive. Your level of security is pitiful . . And we are
an organisation of a different dimension. I could have killed you when I walked
through the door. But, you see . . I want you to be the last. I want you to be
alive after your entire family is dead . . Cos my mother says that is what'll hurt
you the most. You people have traditions of honour. As do we. Instead of sending
you a black hand, I could have had you killed in the night without knowing why. But
I want you to know why. And I want to suggest to you that we fight this vendetta
with honour. No civilians. No children. No police. Welcome to Birmingham, Mr
Changretta. Grazie. That smell. I'll miss it. What, the shit house? Nah. I don't
know what it is. Birmingham, I suppose. Small Heath. That smell. The smell brings
it back. Where's John, do you think, Tom? Fuck knows. He's gone, though, like a
hole behind your head. I thought you thought there was a heaven. No. More like hell
for our John. Nah, neither one. He's just not here any more. It's like with Grace.
Arthurthey're just gone. Just fucking gone.

Season 4 Episode 3
1 I want you to be alive after your entire family is dead that is what will hurt
you the most. Michael is badly wounded. John is dead. So I sent a message to
Aberama Gold. I need you back. I'll help you cos Michael wants me to help you.
Starting now. The bullet's been written. He, as the oldest brother I'll put this
bullet into his head. You said you'd bring every man and woman out on strike. Do
you have a whistle? WHISTLE BLOWS It's almost as if you want trouble. This
programme contains some violent scenes, strong language from the start, and some
scenes of a sexual nature CLAMOUR OF VOICES All right. First come, first served,
form an orderly line, all of you. All right. All right. Right! Have your contracts
of employment in your hand! Bring 'em in! Get in there. Get moving! On you go! Go
on, keep going! Keep going. Whoa, where are you going? Bradley. Foreman. All right.
You go and see that man over there. Go! What's your name? Bradley. I'm a foreman.
When did you last work here? 1922. How many have done this type of work before?
They're mostly farm hands from down Worcester way. But I'll show 'em. Hungry men
learn fast. All right. On you go. Dirty scabs! Blacklegs! GLASS SMASHES What
bastard threw that? Get him out here! Arthur! Oi! Enough. Get him out! Get out! Ten
more! Two more. Ten. That's it. Close it up! HEAVY DOORS CLOSE Right. Ten bob a
man. ã2 there for you. What about security? Yeah, well, about that By order of the
city of Birmingham police department, you and your ugly workforce are now under the
protection . . of the Peaky fucking Blinders. DOOR OPENS Mr Gray? Yeah, send him
in. It's your mother. WHISPERS: Oh, fuck. I read about it in the paper. I have a
right. I'm your mum, as well. You want me to go away? Yes. I'll just leave these.
They're from our orchard. You used to love these. I hope there are no worms in
them. Look, I just wanted to say that you're welcome to come home. To get better at
home. I know you got bored in the village, but . . we love you - and your little
brother misses playing football with you . . and your dad . . passed on. He passed
on peacefully in our bed. Fuck. Now go on. I'm expecting Tommy, and he's due here
now. I'll go, then. I'll not be in the same room as that man. CAR PULLS UP OUTSIDE
DOOR OPENS Come on, Pol, Tommy's expecting us. Who's with us? Isaiah and two Lee
boys. Ada, how long since you've had a fuck? What? It's been nearly two years with
me. Over Christmas I counted it up. So, I've made a New Year's resolution to change
the situation. Oh. Anyone particular in mind? Not really. Just me and someone
unsuitable. From starry eyes colliding From Mars to someone crying I'll sit in the
front. I'm never far away No matter what I'm hiding I get lost But I always come
around Call when you're ready cos I'm ready to ride. So, this is just to make
things official. Your official return to the company payroll. So no more talk of
New Year's resolutions or Tommy might change his mind. What New Year's resolution?
Never mind. I think Ada's trying to tell me to behave myself. Yeah. Behave
yourself. Behave myself or what? Behave myself or fucking what? OK, Polly, I'll
tell you the truth. After your recent troubles, Tommy asked me to keep an eye on
you. "Troubles?" Whilst working for this company, I have killed a man, I have lost
a man, I have found a son, I have nearly lost a son, I have nearly lost my own
life. Now, I will accept my job back, if the terms on offer are favourable . . but
I will not behave myself. Sorry I'm late. Where's Arthur? Do I look like his
fucking mother? Oh, no. Why are you here? You all right? Is Billy all right? Yes.
Everything's fine. Well, look Lovely to see you, but I'm late for a meeting. They
can wait. I've got something for you. Something for a loving husband who's been
working very hard . . and is under a great deal of pressure. Something to relieve
his stress. It's silk. From Japan. Feel. My hands are dirty. Good. Feel all of it.
Feel it properly. You, er You want to do this here? Why not? I thought you were the
boss. I am the fucking boss. Then tell me what to do, boss. Come here. Right,
before we start this extraordinary general meeting of the board of the Shelby
Company Limited, I'd like to note the absence of the Deputy Vice President, who has
not yet arrived. We'll continue without his presence. HE CLEARS THROA Item number
one. The reinstatement of the Shelby Company Limited company treasurer. The board
welcomes back the former treasure, with generously improved terms and conditions.
Due to the exceptionally difficult circumstances the company now finds itself in.
The proposed treasurer will now check the terms and conditions, to see if they are
in order. Item number two, during the absence of the Company Accountant, due to ill
health, all responsibility for the keeping of the Company Accounts pass to the head
of acquisitions. Item number three. The Company Treasurer, having read the terms
and condition, lodges a signed contract of employment agreeing to the terms and
conditions with the temporary head of accounts. All those in favour of the
reinstatement of Mrs Elizabeth Gray to the position of The Shelby Company
treasurer, please raise your hands. Why, goodness. Thank you. Any other business?
Right, I declare this extraordinary general meeting over. Now we talk about the
real business . . but, for that, we need Arthur. Where the fuck is Arthur? SHE
EXCLAIMS KNOCK ON DOOR Mr Shelby! Fuck off. They've broken into the paint shop. Oh,
yeah? They're chucking paint around - I think they mean to set light to it. Well,
you deal with it, man, I'm fucking busy! What was all that about? In this sinful
place, there will be temptations. It's my responsibility as your wife to help you
resist those temptations. By putting myself between you . . and the devil. In the
words of my sinful Catholic mother, "Keep his balls empty and his belly full. " God
rest her soul. KNOCK ON DOOR Mr Shelby! You have to come to the paint shop
immediately! Please! Oh, I have to go. Won't be late. Sorry, ladies, there's no
smoking in here. Yes, love, we know. All right. He's an hour late. Fuck him. This
business directly affects Arthur, but he's not here, so we'll take a vote without
him. What business? Official business that wasn't on your agenda, Ada. An informant
told us that six years ago Luca Changretta came from New York to Birmingham to be
best man at his cousin's wedding. We found out that they used Reid and Dunn in
Broadgate for the photographs. The photographer kept the negatives. I persuaded him
to give us copies . . and to enlarge this one. That is Luca Changretta. I've seen
his face, so I could pick him out. Half the men in the photograph are Changrettas,
which means the chances are they're the men will come kill us. We need to get both
these photographs into pubs and on street corners, and put it about that there's a
reward for information. We also propose that we give a copy of this photograph to
Mr Aberama Gold. We need to forget the idea that it has to be Arthur that pulls the
trigger. Tradition will just fuck us up. We should wait for Arthur. Arthur's not
here, Ada. We need Luca Changretta dead. That's it. Dropping the law of the bullet
is part of the process of modernisation that I was working on before I were . .
before I was executed. You weren't executed, Pol. What did you call me? Right.
Let's take a vote. I'll deal with Arthur. All those in favour of giving the
photographs to Mr Gold raise your hand. Then it will be done. Mum Oh, "mum" now, is
it? I smelt perfume when I came in here. Yeah, it was the flowers. Right, that's
it. Who came in here, Michael? The truth is, Polly, the woman that raised him came
in here. She has every right to come in here. She brought him fucking apples and
she left. We're in the middle of a vendetta and Arthur's missing. We need to find
him. Concentrate on what unites us. This is all temporary. Yeah, temporary, right.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES There's a devil inside of me He's holding on Bastards! And I
don't know if he's staying or for how long There's a devil inside of me And he's
holding on And I don't know if he's staying or for how long Party is it, eh? Is
that what it is? What's this, a party, eh? Fuck off out of it! Get out! OK, I
wasn't going to hit ya but that wasn't fucking nice. Oh, you Arthur! Mr Shelby!
Please, Mr Shelby! Please. Don't fucking move. Eh? Eh? Now get the fuck out! Fuck
you and fuck your revolution! I'm a fucking mess. GUNFIRE Where are you going? Come
here. Fucking hit man, are you? Is that what you are? Arthur Shelby, hey! Let's see
who wanted you. What about What about fucking John Shelby? John. Thank you. Send my
guests in. You wire Polo and let him tell the family. He has four kids. Don't you
two have any other clothes to wear? Uh? Look at me. Huh? I'm here as a lover of
theatre. They kill two of our men . . you complain about your fucking belly. Luca.
Luca, con tutto rispetto With respect "With respect?" You raised. "With respect?"
Open your mouth. Come on Open your fucking mouth! You fucking dress like them. You
eat like them. You don't fucking talk to me about "with respect". Sit down. What do
you have? Arthur Shelby killed her son in a boxing ring four years ago. She would
do that for us? OK. Anyone seen Arthur? Anyone seen Arthur? Hey? In your office,
Tom. If you're not going to show up for a family meeting, you let someone know. We
thought you were dead, there's 15 fucking Italians out there. No, there's not,
there's 13. I just killed two of them. Ripped out their hearts and burnt their
bones to ash. I did it. Me. Your brother. Not fucking Aberama Gold or his punch-
drunk son. But me! Even if you don't trust me no more. What the fuck are you
talking about? Arthur? I got cleaned up at Ada's. She told me, you took a vote in
my absence. All right, calm down and tell me about the men you killed.
You put my job out for contract. Arthur Yeah, well, I'm going to make it my
fucking job anyway. Because this was all my fault. It was me that shot the old man
Yeah, out of mercy. Aye, now John's dead, he's dead because of me, and I want to
make it right. Arthur, wait. How did the men get in the factory? I need to know.
Through the back fucking door that was supposed to be locked and bolted. Some
bastard gave me up. Somebody with keys. Yeah. Why don't you sit there and work it
out for yourself? And take a fucking vote. Who is this little bear? Yes? Eh? Are
you all right? Daddy's home, Billy. Yeah, I'm all right. Look, Daddy's home. How's
Polly? Is she all right? Oh, go on, Linda. I mean, it was her idea, wasn't it? Hum?
The Japanese silk? I'll put him to bed. SHE OPENS DOOR You kept me away from that
fucking meeting to stop me from voting. Here we go. It was Polly's idea, wasn't it?
Eh? You know what I am, don't ya? I am a working man. Yeah. Fucking working man.
Fuckingwho's lost his job. Is that what I am, Linda? Is that what I am, eh? I don't
want you dead. Polly doesn't want you dead. Let Mr Gold do the killing. For money.
It's the modern way, Arthur. Watch. What are you doing? Now fire it into the
fireplace. Please. All right. Fire it. Get rid of it. Then we'll go to bed. Do
anything you like. Just fire the gun, Arthur. Fire it. You go tell Polly . . there
are rules between a man and women. Fucking rules. That I have to do this. I have to
do it. John wants me to do it, Linda. My brother. And I'm going to do it. Was it
fear, or was it hatred? Was what fear or hatred? Isaiah You had a one way ticket to
Glasgow in your pocket. Your wife and kids left three days ago. NowI'm going to ask
you again. Was it fear of the Italians, or hatred of us that made you unlock the
door and give up my brother? I didn't unlock any door. Here, have a drink. You're
going to need it. 35 Drumcree Street, Parkhead, Glasgow Please, please, please,
please We have allegiances with Catholic gangs in that city. Your family are safe
only at my discretion. Nowexplain to me . . why you were catching a midnight train
to Glasgow. You mean you don't know? I run a factory full of blackleg, non-union
labour. I live in a street full of men laid off or on strike. Look at this
photograph, Mr Devlin, and tell me who are the men who contacted you No. No, you
listen to me. I get spat at, windows smashed, petrol on the curtains . . but, for
fear of you, I clock in every fucking morning - and, today, two men are shot and
burnt on my shift . . and you ask me why I'm getting the midnight train to Glasgow?
Who else has the keys to that door? They hang on a hook inside my office. Today, I
left the office unlocked. Why? Because I forgot. Because I left in a hurry. Because
there were men trying to set fire to the factory! Mr Shelby, may I tell you
something? You have a lot of enemies. Communists. Italians. Before the factory came
out on strike, I heard word that two Italians attended a Communist Party meeting in
Stechford. They hardly spoke English. Now, if they got a party man into the factory
it might have been him that unlocked the door for them. Mr Shelbymy train leaves at
12. It's just gone 11. I could still make it. Please. For my kids. I need you here.
Isaiah, get three of our men with police badges to watch Mr Devlin's house. Mr
Shelby, please Our friends in Glasgow will take care of your family. For the
curtains. Before you, I was an ordinary working man. Yeah, and now you're one of
us. MUSIC: Bye Bye Blackbird by Gene Austin SHE SINGS ALONG: Blackbird, blackbird
Singing the blues all day Right outside of my door MUSIC CONTINUES HE KNOCKS MUSIC
STOPS Who is it? It's Tommy Shelby. Is this union business? Yes. So, conduct it in
the proper place at the proper time. I've come to make an improved offer. I heard
music. What's your improved offer? Do I not get a drink? No. Have you ever seen any
of the men in this photograph before? What? You're a member of the Stechford
Communist party. I'm told two Italian men attended a meeting recently. Can you see
either of them in this picture? As the Small Heath coordinator of the Organisation
for the Maintenance of Supplies, I have also been sworn in as a Special SHE SIGHS
We have reason to believe that outside agitators from overseas are attempting to
foment trouble in our factories in advance of a General Strike, which could take
place at any moment. This is a matter of national security. May I look at your
badge? Yes. What would you like to drink, Constable? Whisky. And, actually, it's
Sergeant. I only have beer. Times are hard. How long has it been since you've had a
bottle of M&B bitter? Help yourself. Have a seat. You know, when this business
began, I did some research on you. It turns out I know someone who used to know you
very well. Kitty Jurossi. You were in love with Kitty's sister, Greta Jurossi,
before the war. Do you remember Greta Jurossi? Her parents were Italian. They
didn't approve of a Watery Lane Gypsy . . but you won them over. With your charm.
Sweetness. Very Very thorough research. Greta died at the age of 19. Of consumption
. . and Kitty said you were at her bedside for three months. Every day. Holding her
hand . . and after she died, you went away to war. Kitty said that the sweet boy
who left never came back. No-one came back. Here's the funniest thing. She said, in
those days, you believed in things. In justice. Fairness. Once you saw a man
beating his horse, and you fought him. He was twice your size, but you beat him . .
and then you beat him with his own whip. Kitty always liked to tell tall tales.
She's a party member now. She swears before you enlisted in the army you joined the
Communist Party yourself. Is that true? MUSIC STARTS When I was at the door, I saw
you through the curtains. You were dancing alone. I've also done my research. Your
sweetheart was at Passchendaele. When he came back, he was listed among the
shellshocked. Blew his own fucking brains out. I don't know any men in the photo.
You haven't looked. This afternoon, two men came into my factory and tried to kill
my brother. I believe a Stechford Communist Party member let him in. I was
wondering if you might be able to help me in my investigations. Kitty said next
time I see you, before we start fighting, I should send you her love from the good
old days . . and give you this. Greta Jurossi and Tommy Shelby in Blackpool. Do you
recognise the boy in the photograph? I'll leave that here. Apologies for
interrupting your dance. I wish I wish But it's all in vain I wish I was A maid
again But a maid again I never can be Till apples grow Arthur, I need you to listen
to me. I need you to listen to me, Arthur. The world is changing. Listen to me,
Arthur. Listen to the sweet voice of Jesus. Finn? It came from Arthur's house. HE
BANGS ON DOOR Arthur. Arthur. Where is he? Arthur? He fired the bullet. Linda . .
says it's the modern way, so It's the modern way. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, it's all right.
It's all right, brother. You did well. God spoke to him, not me. What are you doing
here? On Mondays, I do the inventory. Make sure nobody's dipping their hand. Well,
it's now my job now. I'm back - and there's going to be nobody dipping their hand
with me here, not unless they want it cut off. DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES I said to
Arthur, while I'm in this fucking place, I want something to keep my mind busy.
What? You're going to take bets? I've always been able to do addition and
subtraction without pen and paper - but I'll need a telephone. Apparently, we have
special clients who take bets by telephone. Linda? This is a betting shop. Look . .
Arthur said yes. Tommy said yes. But did God say yes? Gambling is a sin, Linda.
It's not me that's doing the gambling. I'm just taking the bets. The rule is that
door should always remain locked until 9am. Right. Boy. Boy, where are you going?
Well, Arthur's not coming in today. He's taking the day off. So So what? So, today,
Tommy said that I'm in charge. Sorry, you're in charge? Yeah. That's what he said.
All right, sweetheart. Ladies, let's give our boss a first day that he'll never
forget. Sending Finn to the shop was a mistake. They've already found out he's a
virgin and they're arranging a girl for him this afternoon. I thought Linda was
there. She is. She loved the idea. Yeah, I know. She even swears now. "Fuck" sounds
funny coming from her. Polly says in the end we all turn into our mother. Ah, well,
keep an eye on her. The whore watching the Madonna. Does Finn know what they've
planned? No. Do they have someone? Yes. A girl I used to work with. Is she nice?
No. She's from Aston. They're paying her out of petty cash. Right, well, call 'em
and tell them to pay extra and get someone nice. Nice women don't do that sort of
thing. Yes, they do. What about you? I mean, in the past. Come on. Where are we
going? Somewhere I've not been in a long time. WILDFOWL CALL AND SQUAWK Are we
expecting somebody? Tommy, I'm fucking freezing here. We used to come here. She'd
wait for hours for me, when I couldn't make it . . and I'd wait for her, if her
family kept her in. Who? Some girl. Some girl before France. I've not been back
here since . . but I wanted to come here with you. Are you kissing her or me? You.
I want Shelby Company Limited to increase non-taxable charitable contributions to
local charities by 25% as of now . . and I'm going to build two new institutes for
destitute children. One in Saltley, one in Digbeth. I've already identified the
buildings. Two former workhouses. I want you to be in charge of the project. Right,
come on, let's go. Why? Because I promised someone I was going to change the world.
You do realise, Tommy, we're all going fucking mad here. Yeah, I know. Come on.
Finn? Come here. How was your day? Yeah, it was OK. Good man. Well done. No
trouble? No. No trouble. And she looked after
you? I don't want it like that ever again, Tom. Not when they don't even want to
do it, except for the money. Everything's for the money, Finn. Yeah, I know. But,
er She said "be a man". And were you a man? Yeah . . but then I apologised to her,
cos she just looked so tired. Sit down, Finn. Right, listen to me, Finn. She was
right. You need to be a fucking man. People get tired. Working in a fucking factory
gets you tired. I don't go round apologising. Do I? No. There's an empty space here
to be filled. Do you understand? Yeah. So, be a fucking man. OK, Tom. Champagne,
please. Of course. Madam, women alone are not allowed at the bar. Will someone be
joining you? What do you think? This is public enough, no? Yes. So? The boy in the
hospital is out of bounds . . and I'll ask you to spare Finn and Arthur. In return
for what? Tommy Shelby. And, er, why should I trust you? Because you know our
history. You know what happened between us. You are an unlikely Cassius. You know,
my mother My mother knew your mother. She taught her how to read. Did she tell you
that John and Arthur spared her life? When Tommy wanted her dead. Yeah - and now
she's giving me the information about you people. So, Tommy Shelby was right. His
ruthlessnesswas justified. You should have killed her when you had the chance. John
was a good boy. Arthur tries. Tommy's different. You take Tommy. Spare the rest.
You know, my mother used to say this about you. She said, "That Polly Gray, "that
child would never let go of a grievance ". . and she loves to dance. " What do you
say, hm? You want to dance? I don't dance any more. Yeah, that's a shame . . cos
you're dancing with me.

Season 4 Episode 4
1 We're in the middle of a vendetta. We need Luca Changretta dead! We used to come
here. Who? Some girl before France. What is that you want? I want you to help my
son achieve his ambition. What do you have? Another enemy. Arthur Shelby killed her
son in a boxing ring. There's 15 Italians out there. There's 13, I just killed two
of them. The boy in the hospital's out of bounds. And I'll ask you to spare Finn
and Arthur. In return for what? Tommy Shelby. Tom. Good morning, Mrs Ross. Have a
seat. Thank you for seeing me, Mr Shelby. I know how busy you are. How can I help
you? Well, you see, tomorrow would have been my son's 21st birthday . . had he
lived. And I'm having a bit of a thing - just sandwiches and beer and looking at
old photos. And, as a gesture . . I thought I would invite your brother, Arthur. A
gesture of what, Mrs Ross? Not exactly forgiveness. But something like that. And
also it's a way of saying thank you to the Shelby family for helping me and my
children get by since the death of my Edward. That's very kind of you. That's very
kind. I will let Arthur know. It'll be at my house at midday. He should come at
midday. Your house, midday tomorrow, all right. One of us will be there. It ought
to be Arthur. Goodbye, Mrs Ross. MUSIC: Snake Oil by Foals All right, at midday
today, Arthur will be here. 47 Artillery Square. Like a goat tied up for the
fucking tiger, eh, Arthur? Yeah, right. Dear Lord, forgive me. But vengeance is
forthcoming . . and long overdue. Right. There are two ways into Artillery Square.
One here, the towpath, and here, Navigation Street. Finn, take a rifle. You'll be
here, Finn, covering the towpath. Most likely, they'll come down Navigation Street.
Johnny and Isaiah will set up here as hawkers, selling stolen pork. When you get
the signal from me, you can open fire. -From you, eh? Yep, I'll be here, in a
window, overlooking. You still know what end the bullets come out of, Tom? He
knows. But these men are coming for my brother, believing him to be unarmed and
unprotected. So, this is my fucking business. Arthur, let's go. Look alive,
soldier. Just put them on the table. Buy yourself bacon here, ribs, cheek and
tongue! Plenty of trotter. Ribs, tongue and cheek, huh? Mr Shelby. I'm glad you
could come. Thank you for the invitation. So I don't allow firearms in the house.
It's a good thing I'm not carrying a firearm, then, ain't it, Mrs Ross. Do you mind
if I check? No. Come in. Take a seat. Would you like some tea while we wait, Mr
Shelby? What are we waiting for? The other guests. Threepence for the four, huh?
So, where are these other guests? They will be here very soon. But in the meantime,
there are some things I want to say . . before they get here. By all means. I've
heard stories that you have welcomed Jesus into your life. I have indeed. At the
beseeching of your wife who they say is a good woman. She is my shining light.
Though her mother, by all accounts, was not. Do you think your repentance will mean
you are forgiven of your sins? We both know that forgiveness is out of my hands. I
mean, for murdering my son. That was a sporting accident. Because I have not yet
found it in my heart to forgive you. And don't think I ever will. Well, then, why
have you invited me here today? Hm? Off you go now. Why am I here, Mrs Ross? Why
did you invite me here today? Too late to back out now! Now, Johnny, fire! Move!
It's a fucking decoy Bring the car round! Now! What are you doing? Oh, shit!
Arthur! Arthur! They're not here for you! It must be Michael! You! You set me up,
eh? You set me up! Unarmed. Arthur, you need to get to the hospital now! Fuck off!
If your faith is real, I've got other kids. If you're here in one hour, I swear to
God . . I will cover you in tar and fucking feathers. Come on, Finn, let's go! Uh-
uh-uh Where I'm from, a hat on the bed's unlucky. My family . . say it brings
death. Maybe . . maybe that's what happened Last time my man was sent for you, you
got lucky. Now . . your luck's run out. And tell your mother . . we have a deal.
Come here. Michael? What happened, eh? What happened? They heard you, er, heard you
coming. The gun misfired. They ran away. Johnny! You came just in time. You all
right? You all right? Yeah, I'm fine. Fine. Oi! Get out! Small Heath, 333. Charlie.
Listen, Bonnie Gold will be calling in four minutes. Tell him the Italians are on
the road south. A Rolls-Royce. Maybe two. Black. Tell him to expect a full
complement of men. We inflicted no casualties. I said, we inflicted no fucking
casualties. There's been an accident. Why don't you move it out of the way? What? I
said, why don't you clear it, so that we can get past? What's that accent? We're
Americans. We're here on business. Well, you're going to have to wait. Jesus Christ
We waited for you fucking Yanks until 1918. It'll be clear in 20 minutes, all
right? Yeah, all right. Thank you, Officer. Thank Fucking hell. Talking about the
war. Everything here is about the war. Right, come on, let's go move it ourselves.
Fucking idiots! What's this? Whose wagon is that? They're gypsies. A tribe of
fucking gypsies. Well, we can move it Hey. I said, it will be clear in 20 minutes.
Let's go. We'll find another way out of here. Go. Get us the fuck out of here! Come
on, fucking move! Make a fucking move! Put the guns down! Put the guns down! -He
spared me. He said, "Tell your mum that we have a deal. " What deal? Just be you
and me going to Australia, Michael. Think about that. What deal, Mum? What deal did
you make with Luca Changretta? A deal to spare your life. In return for what? Men
don't have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between families. Men are
less good at keeping secrets out of their lies. You've agreed to give up Tommy . .
to save my life. You never forgave him, did you? We're out of our league. No. No,
we don't do that to our own. Think - if it wasn't for me, you'd be smoke blowing
out of a mortuary chimney. Think about that. Nah, two. We killed two. You also shot
a copper. Shot in the arm. With purpose. There's a copper on the floor, the
Stratford Constabulary will swarm all over it. The copper's alive - got a
description of the Italians. The Italians will be forced underground. We're
gypsies. We're already underground. You, yourself, inflicted no casualties this
end, so You know, Mr Shelby . . maybe you've been pushing pieces of paper around
too long. Luca Changretta got away. You let him get away. When our paths cross, I
won't be so careless. And when will your paths cross? Soon. If Her Majesty smells
of paraffin, it's because my old lamp is smoking for want of fuel. Times are hard,
in case you hadn't noticed. I hope your insistence that I take a boat, rather than
a cab, from the station, wasn't purely for your own amusement. No. For the
avoidance of death or kidnap. And by boat, you get to see the nicer parts of a
city. You're in The Garrison now, so you'll be all right. This way. Morning, Lady
Carleton. I'm not a lady. Too right, you're not. For shoeing, stabling, feed, and
two hours a day in the gallops. Did you think of a name? Yes. Dangerous. Dangerous,
eh? A horse called Dangerous won the Epsom Derby in 1833. So, I stole the name. I
thought you'd approve. You should visit her. If I leave Small Heath, I'll be shot
dead. Anyway, I'm busy. Well, the good news is your horse is the fastest filly that
I've ever ridden. These are her registration papers. Ready for your signature. So,
is this why you came here? All this way, in person. For my fucking signature?
You've lost your wife . . and now your brother, too. I thought it would make you
different. But it doesn't seem to change you. Nothing seems to change you. The end-
of-year accounts for the Grace Shelby Institute, Mr Shelby. Begging pardon, madam.
I've already signed off on those, Lizzie. What do you think of his shirt? He's
having them made in London. I'm not sure about them. All right, Lizzie, thank you.
But, you know, sometimes he sees something glamorous and expensive and he just
can't resist it. He's so weak. Actually, speaking of the Grace Shelby
Foundation . . I'd like to make a donation. I'll leave it blank. You can decide how
much, Mr Shelby. Then, perhaps, Lizzie? You can pop to the bank and pay it in for
me. That'll be all, Lizzie, thank you. Drink? No, thank you. Did you pack an
overnight bag? No. Pity. Why? Well, because 25 minutes ago, the Birmingham branch
of the Train Drivers' Union called a wildcat strike in support of the coalminers.
No trains to London until tomorrow. It wasn't in any of the papers. That's why they
call it a wildcat. No-one knows. Apart from you, of course. Your city. So, where
will I stay in your city? I'll be free at four. I could meet you then. Meet and do
what? I will pour you some gin . . that I make myself, from my father's recipe.
Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness. Going to put that on
the label. I'll book myself a room. Already done. The Midland. A suite. I stay
there myself sometimes. Sometimes it's where you stay. But not tonight, it would
seem. Well, since I'm stuck here, maybe I should try your gin. Four o'clock, then.
Where? I'll find you. What the fuck was that about, Lizzie, eh? Have a guess. You
know what, I can't even guess any more. I'll be back at four. Why is she still
here? Something to do with the coalminers, apparently. Today is your lucky day,
sir. Give you three to one on Raging Robbers. Come on, gents, get your bets on!
Small Heath, 552. Mrs Gray . . I wanted to illustrate to you that, at any time, we
can reach your son. And we will kill your son . . if you cannot deliver Tommy
Shelby as you promised, huh? You just tell us where and when. And we'll do the
rest. Where is he? Fucking. Fucking what? Fucking her. ã10,000? She left it blank.
So, I filled it in for her. What's Tommy's diary looking like for the rest of the
week? Fuck Tommy
and his cock and his gin . . and his stuck-up whore. I saved this. Read my leaves,
Pol. You haven't done my leaves in ages. I haven't done anyone's leaves for ages.
OK. Pour. Swirl the teacup. Think about the man you love. Fuck him. Think about
your white wedding gown. Now, pour the tea back into the pot. OK, I'll read your
tea leaves, if you go and get Tommy's diary. See if Tommy's got a free afternoon in
the next seven days. Friday. Now, read my future and make it fucking good. Make
sure he keeps it free. Just read my leaves, Pol. I already have. Plain as day. What
are you doing? Stop drinking whisky. Switch to stout. Why? Make sure Tommy keeps
that Friday free. Tell him I have an appointment for him. And then go and see a
doctor about that baby in your tea leaves. Next. You're not at the fucking
fairground now, son, get down and skip me 200 for taking the piss out of a fine
fighter. He's got a head on him, that boy. And a fist. So, what do you say, Mr
Maine? He works hard. He's game. I'll need to work on his defence. Right now, his
left hand is just good for wanking You don't have to earn your money. We're paying
you anyway. Is he ready? Is he even registered? I put him down as a welterweight,
Midlands Division. Amateur turning pro. Just need your countersignature. What,
like, I'm going to say "no" to you boys Just tell us, is he ready? In 30 years,
I've never seen a raw boy so ready. And that's 200, Mr Maine! So, who am I fighting
first, Mr Shelby? When you step in the ring, Bonnie, who do you see across the
canvas, eh? I see myself. 40 years old having done fuck all except tramping the
lanes. I see my life wasted. I won't let it happen. Me, I'm going to be a champion.
Karna kova booti's kerred, tute will vel the kralis of the poov Romany chal. Fight
out at Camden Town. Boy's name is Goliath. He said he's at a meeting. Yes, I was
wondering, do you have any boots that I could borrow? Why do you need boots? Well,
no-one here will speak to me. So, I thought I'd take a walk by the canal. Is he
really making gin? He's going mad cooped up here, is what he is. Like a wasp in a
beer glass. Ma'am. You'll look a bit funny in these, I think. Oh, thank you, Curly.
If you're going to take a walk along the canal, you'll also need this. Are you
serious? Italians north, Italians south. He makes gin to take his mind off being
stuck inside a prison. If you had any sense, Mrs Carleton, you'd get out of here
now. Curly can sail you to Snow Hill Station, hidden in the coal sacks. I said I
would wait. The man you're waiting for doesn't exist. Wh-while you're waiting for
the man who doesn't exist, would you like to try some of his gin? The strikers
blocked the Coventry Road, made all the men get off the buses. Where were the
police? They were busy. Apparently, there was a report of armed men in the Small
Heath area, and there was a murder at the Summer Lane hospital and something
happening on the Stratford Road. The strikers threatened the men's families. They
said, come the revolution, their names would be on a list. Like in Russia. And the
buses turned round. Yes. They turned round. Mr Shelby . . factories are shut, mines
are shut, coal's running out. Did you ever consider the possibility that the
communists might win? And you and me, traitors to our class, will be put up against
a wall and shot. As a businessman . . I consider all possibilities. But, Mr
Devlin . . I'm not a traitor to my class. Small Heath, 551. I am just an extreme
example of what a working man can achieve. Hello, Ada, it's me. I need your help.
Hole in her sock where her toe poked through Four o'clock. Is it? What do you
think? Nice. A little sweet. I've heard not sweet enough. Come and see. My God,
Tommy. What is this, a hobby? No. I don't really have time for hobbies. This is
more of a . . more of a place where I try things out. I decided, if I'm going to be
stuck here in Small Heath, I might as well do something useful Less of a hobby.
More of a venture. Since the start of Prohibition, I've been sending single malt
Scotch whisky to Boston, to Halifax, Nova Scotia, hidden in crates of car parts.
But my supply lines from Scotland have been unreliable, there's been a lot of
thefts. And in this modern age, American women drink as much booze as the men. And
women, apparently, prefer gin. So, with the help of a friend of mine in Camden
Town, I've set up my own source of supply. Junipers, potatoes . . sugar and water.
All turned into US dollars. When we're up and running, we'll produce over 200
gallons a week. But before then . . I need to get my recipe right. So, tell me the
truth. The truth? Mm-hm. You're unlike any man I have ever met. And the gin? Too
sweet. You said you'd booked a room. No, I booked a suite. Thank you. If you book a
taxi, I'll go. You're a businessman, Tommy. A good one. If only you could If only I
could what? "If only you could change"? Go on, say it! If only you could change the
bad. And "the good" is laying off 1,000 men. Which I do, like a good businessman.
And I do it like that. And people go hungry. And the bad The bad's a fucking win on
the horses and a gun and some fucking self-respect. You fucking people! You bite
like your horse. We don't trust taxis any more. Come with me. There you go,
brother. Home sweet home. A place for you to bring women back, bring your mates.
Play games, gamble, cards And you keep an eye on our back yard. It's Artillery
Square, the place is full of communists and strikers. Having a Shelby round here
will keep them in order. Light the fucking fire. Take some of this shit off the
walls. Curly'll be over later with some poison for the rats. Arthur? This morning .
. I wouldn't have been able to pull that trigger. I know I wouldn't. They would
have just walked past. I'm not John. I know I'm not. All right. All right, brother.
I know you're not. I know. In the end, it's God who pulls that fucking trigger
anyway. We don't get to decide who lives and who dies, Finn. Not us. You just have
to flick a switch . . in your head. Charlie said it wasn't safe to walk by the
canal. He's right. "Italians north and south," he said. Nah, it's mostly chancers.
Local kids trying to get famous. Sabini's boys. Sheffield boys. Manchester,
Glasgow. They all know we're on the ropes. And that's not including the Mafia.
Yeah. Here's your carriage. You can catch the 7. 15 train. I thought there was a
strike. What gave you that idea? My God I know. The bad I can't help. I wanted you
to stay. Normally, I get me own way. Losing, occasionally, makes me worse. Thank
you, Curly. She looks a picture in my boots, doesn't she, Tom? Walk her to the
train, Curly. Yeah. WOMAN: Not a minute on the day, not a penny off the pay. This
talk of national austerity, this talk of tightening our belts must be met with
resolute certainty. We will not accept any cuts in pay. We will not accept working
longer hours for the same wage! Shoulder to shoulder with the coalminers, dock
workers, railway men and steel workers, we will stand united through the storm that
is surely coming to our city! Jessie Eden? Yes? I'd like to buy you a drink. I'm
afraid the pubs around here don't allow unaccompanied female drinkers. I'm sure
we'll be fine. I know you from somewhere. I'm Ada Thorne. Formerly Shelby. I have a
settlement proposition that my brother's too arrogant and proud to offer to you in
person. Sorry, ladies, we don't Don't what? It's all right. I'm sorry. I didn't
"What are you drinking, ladies?" That's what you're supposed to say. Yes. Sorry.
Er, what are you drinking? Beer. Pint. And a whisky on ice. I'm afraid we don't
have ice. Next time make sure you have ice. This pub's come to our attention for
its lack of ice. There's more than one way to achieve equality. Before you begin to
congratulate yourself, I'm not impressed with your power to terrify people. Whereas
I am impressed by your ability to stand up in front of an audience and speak. I was
never able to do it. I've heard people talk about you. You used to advocate armed
revolution Shelby Company Limited is prepared to offer parity for male and female
workers across all the factories in our ownership and withdraw the pay cut for men.
In return for what? In return for something very unusual. But very typical of my
brother. What does he want? To sit down with you and talk. If he withdraws his pay
cut, we've no need to talk. He wants to talk about socialism and revolution. Dear
God, are you serious? My brother's a bookmaker. Bookmakers hedge their bets.
Sometimes long shots come in. And because we emptied his buses today, he thinks we
are among the runners and riders? Beneath it all, my brother's a very rational man.
Beneath all what? You mean, beneath the beatings, the cuttings, the shootings, the
murders Yeah. Beneath all that. Tell your brother that, when we take power, all
means of production will be owned by the workers. Essential industries will be
taken into state control. Birmingham Town Hall is a rather beautiful building and
we plan to preserve it. What else does he need to know? It's going to happen.
Aren't you a bit sorry you jumped ship too soon? He wants to take you for dinner. I
really have nothing to wear. You'd need to wear boots. He's suggesting dinner in a
scrap metal yard. He said you'd appreciate the sentiment. If you don't show up, the
offer of parity is withdrawn. This is not how you conduct union business. Well . .
we must all make personal sacrifices for the good of the good old cause. Right?
Right. Fucking hell, it smells of pig round here, don't it? Definitely not kosher.
"Come to Small Heath, "you will go to hell for fucking breathing. " Where is
everyone? Stretch your legs, treacle CAR SPRINGS GROAN Fuck me, looks like he's
grown since we left London. He's like a mushroom, in't he? He grows in the dark. I
need a piss. Do ya? Yeah, well, the place is a shithole. Yeah, so, why don't
you just knock yourself out? Where is everyone? Ishmael, please, will you hit the
call to prayer? Well, hit it! Thank you. Thank you. Morning, Alfie. Yeah, it is, it
is. So, how come everybody's in fucking bed? So, this must be Goliath. Right. Let
me introduce you to David. This way, boys. I assume that David's out of bed?! Oh,
right, the problem, right, between rum and gin, yeah, is that gin, right, it leads
to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated
from your self-doubt. I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum at the
moment, rather than gin, mate. Oh, dear. Brother, you've got fucking starlings,
mate. You know that? That shit will rot your pipework. These bastards only
understand one language It's all right, Alfie. There is no need. It's all right,
I'm, er I'm getting a kestrel. I hear that you've got Italians, mate. You got a
kestrel for them and all? Yes. I'll have a kestrel for them, as well. Well,
everything is confirmed, in't it? Yeah, weakness behind the eyes, didn't to blink
too much, all right? You smell of smoke and coal and horses. You are back where you
belong, Tommy. I know you don't touch it. But you have a good nose. Right, well,
you've got to ask yourself, seriously, though, you know, did I even want to piss
and shit indoors? Or was I actually born that I were to defecate in fields and the
outhouses. This is a serious issue though, Tommy. Cos your people, your class and
my religion is quiet similar actually because you just cannot wash it out, right,
because it come out your mother's tits. Hm, no. The Americans want it sweeter. What
have you heard, Alfie? I heard a copper got shot. Who shot him? My kestrel. Right,
I'll up the stakes, very good. Where are the Sicilians? They're still using Sabini
for vehicles and for places to stay. And reinforcements? Ah, no, they're Sicilians,
aren't they, they don't trust nobody who ain't fucked a goat on the morning of
their first pubic hair. They've got traditions. How many are here? 11. Enough to
drop a man who wrapped his balls in an OBE till they fell off. Well, the real
question is, Alfie, which side are you playing for, eh? No. Fucking hell. What kind
of world is it to bring up children when your own mate can ask you that question,
hey? But the truth is, Tommy, you're going to be fucking dead soon. Yeah, and then,
your starlings, right, they will peck out your blue eyes, won't they, and the
jackdaws, they will steal your gold and your medals, and pretty soon, it'll be as
if you'd never even fucking happened, right? Tommy, here There are men approaching.
Yeah, let 'em pass. Right, you tell Darby Sabini from me, that if the Italians win,
they're not planning on leaving. After me, it'll be him, then you, then the
Titanic. They're the fucking Mafia, Alfie. They've come here and can't believe our
coppers are unarmed. They can distil their liquor and it's not against the law.
They've come here and they like what they see. They're coming and they're here to
stay. Mr Shelby? We've come to talk purse for the fight. Your kestrel? Hm? Tommy,
when a pikey walks in with hair like that, you've got to ask yourself, "Have I made
a mistake?" Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck is this? I, my
friend I am the uncle, the protector and the promoter of that fucking thing right
there, in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow. That, there,
right, is the Southern Counties Welterweight Champion. He is of mixed religion,
therefore he is godless. He was adopted by Satan himself, before he was returned
out of fear of his awkwardness, he is impossible to marry off, due to his lethal
dimensions. his mother terrified, she's fucking abandoned him. And there he is,
stood before you, like the first of some brand-new fucking species! Any man that
you put before him, right, it'd be like entering a fucking threshing machine, mate.
Nowwill you offer your son? Name the day, Mr Shelby. That's me finished for the
weekend, Tommy? Yeah. Your mother wants me to go to the Foundation. Prize-giving.
Just you? Just me. Why? No reason. No reason. No reason. Bye, Michael. Tommy? Yeah?
Have a good weekend. MUSIC: Beat The Devil's Tattoo by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
# On a gathering storm # Comes a tall, handsome man # In a dusty, black coat With a
red right hand.

Season 4 Episode 5
1 If the Italians win, they're not leaving. They're coming and they're here to
stay. - The intelligence services in London sent seven officers to Birmingham. At
the top of their list is Ada Thorne. - Alfie Solomons runs the fighter. He says
it's money for nothing. - That there is the Southern Counties welterweight
champion. - Name the day, Mr Shelby. - Stop drinking whisky, switch to stout, then
go and see a doctor about that baby. Make sure Tommy keeps that Friday free. Tell
him I have an appointment for him. - You've agreed to give up Tommy . . to save my
life. - This programme contains some violent scenes and very strong language -
Shoot out his tyres. But remember, I fire the final shot! Stay inside, love!
AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE GUN CLICKS - Come on! Go. Go. Go! Come on! - It's all right,
love. It's all right. Come inside. Come inside. Stay inside, don't come out. GUN
CLICKS DOOR OPENS Get away from the window. Right, stay inside and stay down. BABY
CRIES Everyone, stay indoors, stay down! By order of the Peaky Blinders! - Come on!
- DOOR OPENS - Come here. Which way? Which way did he go? You sure? - MUFFLED
VOICES BELOW FOOTSTEPS ABOVE GUNFIRE Oi! - Luca. - No! - HE GROANS GUN CLICKS
SHOUTING IN ITALIAN - Hey, I know you own the cops in this dirty fucking town, but
you'll be dead before they get here! Come on. Me and you, Tommy, come on! -
GUNSHOTS AND SHOUTING - Enough! I said enough! I said enough! Now get out of it! Go
on. Enough! - What the fuck are you doing here? - Saving your life. Or his. I'm a
police officer, Tommy, I'm a fucking police officer, right? Doing my duty. Stopping
all this! - There's three bodies need cleaning up. - No. Enough. Tell the people
who live in these houses that they are free to go about their lawful business. Tell
them that the rule of law has been restored. Haven't you heard, Tommy? Hey?
Soldiers are coming. - Do you know, I remember the very first time you head butted
a policeman. And after you got your OBE from the King, I didn't think there'd be a
next time. What do you think you're going to tell Arthur? - I'll tell him the
truth. - They're here. - So. What the fuck happened today, Tom? We all heard -
shooting in Artillery Square. - Yeah, there was. Today I killed three men. Now our
enemies are down to eight. - I suppose they, er, I suppose they took you by
surprise, did they? - No. I knew they were coming. - Just after Christmas, I
received a letter from Luca Changretta . . offering to spare my son if I gave up
Tommy . . and I gave Tommy up. - Because that was the plan that Polly and I agreed
on. I knew that Luca would want to pull the trigger himself, so I used the set-up
as bait to bring him here. - You're a fucking idiot, Tom! - Look, I didn't get Luca
but I got three, all right? That's it. That's what happened. FOOTSTEPS Come here,
you. - Aye, but he's right, ah. I mean, I thought you'd gone soft. So you got
three? - Yeah, I got three. - Well, I'll drink to you, Tom, you mad bastard. -
Pretty soon you'll You're going to get the shakes when your blood cools down. Let's
go and get a drink. - Dad? You got three what? - I got three shillings for a two
shilling horse, my boy. You come with us, eh? DOOR OPENS You want a drink, Lizzie?
I've had a hard day. - I don't drink whisky or gin any more, Tom. - Why not? -
Because they say it harms the baby. Yes, it can only be yours. That day by the
canal when you were fucking somebody else in your head. Except it wasn't her who
got pregnant. - Have a seat, Lizzie. All right, I know a woman, Lizzie - You know
lots of women, Tommy. If you don't know this already, you don't know me - I'm
keeping it. - Who's going to run my fucking office? - You'll find somebody. - Well,
you'd better put a fucking advert in the paper, then. - I'm not laid up yet. -
You'll not go to work with a child of mine inside of you. Fuck, now my hand shakes
- It's OK, Tom. We'll be OK. - All this death, Lizzie. Fuck, let's have some life,
eh? I got three. - I know, Tom. - One of them point-blank. - A baby. A little you
and me. - Point-blank, Lizzie. And he looked up at me. You'll get an allowance . .
every week, from the company. Business is booming. We'll, erm, buy a nice house,
eh? Come on, I'll drive you home. - I'm just looking. Hm? - FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS
DOOR OPENS Fuck! - Linda? - Arthur, you scared me to death. - Linda, oh Linda, I
need you to save meagain. - You're drunkagain. - I'm drunk again. I am drunk again.
I need you to save me. Tell me what you said to me this morning. Tell me. Tell me
again. Tell me, say it. Say it. Tell me. - We will be back in our garden before the
time comes to plant anything out. Just one winter. - Just one winter. - Come to
bed, Arthur. - They're coming, boys. - No! No! No fucking way! - You've never eaten
hedgehog, Michael? - I'm getting back in this car. - Michael, you're number two on
Luca Changretta's hit list. - Yeah, and I'll stay in a hotel. - You stay in a
hotel, I'll know where you are, so will the people who take you there, so will the
people who work in the hotel, and hotels don't move around. They don't even know
where they'll be tomorrow. They follow the Patrin and the crows. - And if anyone
should come for you, Michael, the Palmers and the Boswells will put up a fair
fight. - Take your medicine. - I'll take them. - Your painkillers - The healers up
there will heal you much quicker. - Fucking witches, the lot of them. - Show some
respect, Mr Gray. They have agreed to welcome you on account of your blood. - Take
your medicine, take the gun. I won't be able to contact you, so you phone me. We'll
make a plan. Tommy says it won't be long. Then we'll be free. You might learn
something. Tell them your grandmother was a Gypsy princess, name of Birdie Boswell.
You're royalty up there, Michael. - Is that true, Mrs Gray? - What? Don't I look
like royalty? - Now that you mention it, you do. - I've been cooped up in Small
Heath too long. I can smell spring in the air. Do you know a longer way back, Mr
Gold? - I know ways back that would take forever. Get in, Your Majesty. - I thought
you were a busy woman. Do you have time for this? - Is it a buck? - It is a buck. -
Good. Bucks taste better. In the smoke I'm 16 again. You know, when the police were
after him, our dad used to take us out. We'd be gone for days, living on what he
caught. Oh, do you have a sharp knife? - I heard you have second sight. I heard
that you speak with the dead. - Yes. Your wife is often around you. She watches
you. - Is she watching me now? - No. - Your family were healers? - Yeah, a long
time ago. Came back when I put my head in the noose. It's like putting your head
through a window and seeing the whole world. Give me the rabbit . . and the knife.
- You know, Polly, I believe it's you who's kept Tommy Shelby alive all these
years. - Oh, we've kept each other alive. But I didn't just put my head through
that window . . I climbed through it. First I thought it was madness, but no. When
you've put your head out of that window you can do anything you want, cos there are
no rules . . cos there are no risks. Now give me the knife. Now, come here. I can
do whatever I want . . whenever the mood takes me. And you are a strong, handsome
man . . and this is a beautiful place in the world . . and it is this time But let
me make one thing clear, Mr Gold, I just gave Michael a little speech about how no-
one would know how to find him . . but you'd know how to get him. If any harm comes
to Michael, you shall have me as your enemy. And none of your knives can kill me.
Do you understand? - Oh, I understand. Tute's a rinkeni moola. Abri. Mr Solomons? -
Hm! My little cousin was born blind, but as a result I now donate a considerable
sum of money to a charity which gives dogs with eyes to blind Jews. The chairman of
the board recommends that those of us who were blessed with the gift of sight, that
we spend, you know, at least half an hour of our day with our eyes closed so that
we may, well, we may better understand the, er . . the darkness and also to
increase our donations and that. What time is it? - 29 minutes past eight. - Right.
Well, then I haveI have another minute to go, actually, but you, er, you can begin.
Go on. - I'm Luca Changretta. - Oh, yeah, I know who you are. You are a bit of a
failure, aren't you? You come all the way over here to this country in order to
kill Tommy Shelby, but, I mean, well, he's not dead, is he? So - No. - No. - He
ain't. - How much time have I got left, mate? - Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight
seconds . . five, four, three, two, one. - Right, hello. How can I help you? - I
have a proposition for you. - Hmm, yeah, it's I already know what you want, yeah,
but I just want to hear you say it out loud so I can check how ridiculous it is. -
OK. We hear there's going to be a little fight, you know, a boxing match, between
your boy and Tommy Shelby's boy, in Birmingham. - Yep. - And the whole Shelby
family's going to be there. And you, Mr Solomons, you too will be there. - That's
it. I'll tell you what, right? Here's a gift, it's free - a souvenir of your visit
here. Goodbye, trot on. Down there is Bonnie Street. - You know, they say you are a
smart guy. You already know what we want before we say it. That's funny cos now I
believe I know what you want even before you say it. - So, you going to taste it?
Damn fucking straight, mate, otherwise you wouldn't still be thieving my oxygen,
would you? Because I have 200 barrels a month, yeah, cleared by your people,
distributed through your teamsters. - Thing is that people want gin these days. -
Well, the exit is still out there, right, on Bonnie Street. Yeah? - You're fucking
crazy, you know that? 200 barrels, ah? What do you think, cousin? - But also I want
some cash . . bung work. That's why I've broken it down here - a list of costs
pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right?
Now, a normal dispatch, well, it's, you know, £500 cost. But you're going to have
to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed
people, and I need you to put another tonne on top of that because his brother is a
fucking animal and he will come after me. And then you will need to put another 100
on top of that because, well, you are a fucking wop, mate, hmmm? And you. And then
we've got to deal with the ugly business, which I've been incredibly clear of
before. I will need another £500, because, like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very,
very good friend of mine. Total . . is down there in black and white, all right?
Crack on. - It's OK. Mr Solomons, I'm going to be very fucking clear with you. I
don't need you to kill anybody. I have people that I trust. So, you're going to
take my boys and you're going to bring them to the ring as seconds. - Well, in
order to qualify as my seconds they would first have to qualify as being Jewish.
Yeah? And in order to do that, they would have to replace their natural Italian
fucking arrogance with a Jewish air of absolute certainty. See, my good friend
Thomas Shelby, he will know the difference. - These days, back in the old country,
a lot of the, er, you know, the Jewish people, they, er . . they are having to pass
themselves off as Italian. - Right, well, you will have to add another tonne on to
your bill for being a cunt, mate. All right? - You will bring my men to Birmingham?
- You will circumcise them. You will have to circumcise them because the Peakys
will check. Yeah? - OK. Any other request, eh? 200 fucking barrels, we have a deal.
- Nah. - What going on? - Oh, well. - I said we have a deal. - Aye, you've just
made a deal without negotiation, didn't you? Yeah, Tommy Shelby was right about
you, weren't he? - Ada Shelby? - No. - She was armed when we picked her up, sir, so
we strip searched her. - That'll be all. - Yes, sir. - I apologise, Miss Shelby,
the Territorials can be over zealous. - Your men watched. - Then they will be
reprimanded. - They won't see Saturday. - A naked woman, alone, making threats
against the entire British Army - a significant indicator of character. I'll turn
my back while you dress and perhaps we can talk. I have a dossier on each member of
your family. I know your family's extraordinary history. - Ah, fuck you. - I also
have a totally blank page on which together we can write your family's immediate
future. - You rehearsed your speech - significant indicator of a lack of
confidence. What rank are you? - Colonel. May I turn? - Not unless you want to get
blinded. - I'm sorry. This has got off to a bad start. - What is "this"? - Three
days ago you were seen at a meeting for the Stetchford Communist Party. You were
then seen talking to a woman called Jessie Eden. - Turn around. I'm leaving. And
you can burn this. It's history. - Ada Shelby. A person of interest and under the
surveillance of Special Branch since you joined the Birmingham Communist Party in
June 1919. - I'm no longer a member of the Communist Party. - I know. Irrelevant.
Most of the more active subversives shed their official allegiances to avoid
detection. - Look, OK, let me explain it to you. I'm no longer a member of the
Communist Party because I'm no longer a believer in the cause of socialism. Now,
open that door! - So, in the past, you were blinded by love. - No, blinded by
faith. I believed people deserve justice. They don't. So, you've arrested me
because I had a drink with Jessie Eden. - Whisky with ice for you, and a beer for
her. - I met Jessie Eden to settle an industrial dispute. - Head of acquisitions.
So, you've swapped sides. - If you know what I drink, you know what I do for a
living. - Mrs Shelby, you must understand that these are extraordinary times. A
general strike is certain, an attempted revolution perhaps, soldiers on the streets
very soon. They're already drilling. And here stands you, a woman with her foot in
both camps. Potentially very useful. - Useful to who? - Maybe you should ask your
brother, Thomas. - Put some fucking effort into it, son. The fight is in two days.
Get used to the reach. Get used to the long arm on him. Just get under it! That's
it, under his body. - Talk to me about Colonel Ben Younger. - What about him? -
He's just made me a proposition. - You're in my chair. - He said you knew about it.
And, remember, I know when you're lying. - Ben Younger was an officer with the
Warwickshire Yeomanry in Flanders. The only cavalryman who could ride a fucking
horse. - I was strip searched. Two soldiers watched. - I'm sorry, Ada. The arrest
was so the neighbours would see and word would go round. Younger is all right.
Younger came to me for help. He's been given Birmingham. - "Given Birmingham" by
who? - By Churchill, by the fucking King, by people who want to stop a revolution.
No-one's laughing any more, Ada. The Home Office is making provisions. This is part
of those provisions. - And how is Tommy Shelby OBE going to stop a revolution? -
Jessie Eden has accepted my invitation to dinner. - Ah. Of course! I'm sorry, Tommy
Shelby is going to stop the revolution with his cock! - It's not her the military
are interested in, it's the people around her. They're people like you used to be,
like Freddie used to be. People who want an armed revolution. If I get Jessie
Eden's trust . . she gives me the nose of the instigators . . I give 'em up to the
Crown forces. - Tommy, Tommy, sweetheart . . why would a man whose medals rust at
the bottom of the Saltley canal want to help the British military? - Because I've
been offered three five-year contracts to supply military vehicles to the British
forces in India, Ceylon, Singapore and Burma, total value - £2 million. - And
there'll be no strikes in your factory because Jessie Eden will be in your bed.
Tommy, this can only happen if you're still alive. - I'm planning on staying alive.
If I'm dead, you can all go back to being what you were. The British Army came to
me, Ada. I said, "Why not?" - They'll put that on your grave, Tom. 'Tommy Shelby -
"Why not?"' - Are you going to help me or not? - Other way round. - Will they want
music, Charlie? We have that gramophone we found abandoned inside that gentleman's
car. - No, they don't. Tommy said they're here to talk. - DOOR OPENS Charlie,
Curly, this is Jessie Eden. Jessie, this is my Uncle Charlie and mywhatever Curly
is. - This is actually lovely. - We were just wondering if you'd like some music. -
No, we weren't. - Actually, Jessie likes music. - Don't go to any trouble. - No,
Curly, go to some trouble. - Go on, then. Right - Don't I get a choice? - I want an
opinion. Try it. - I don't really drink gin. - Then you're perfect. My gin is for
women that don't really drink gin. - Your gin? - Let's drink to something. You
choose. - To the revolution. - Why not? - To the revolution. - The revolution.
Right, well, since I invited you for dinner, I thought I'd cook. These two beauties
were shot this morning by a poacher friend of mine on Lord Packwood's estate. I
thought you'd like that. And these here, these were stolen from under his trees. -
Mr Shelby . . I came to talk business. - Yes, so did I. Wage cuts withdrawn, parity
between men and women guaranteed. You can instruct your members to return to work
tomorrow. - And all I have to do in return is tell you everything I know about
socialism. That's what your sister said. - You don't like your gin? - It's OK. -
It's OK? - What do you want to know about the cause? - I'm approaching the current
political crisis as I would approach a horse race . . assessing the runners and the
riders. Now, the favourite is, of course, the King's horse. But the King's horse
was also the favourite in 1913, when Emily Davison threw herself in front of it. -
You know the names of suffragettes. I'm impressed. - Everyone laughed at them at
first, but now look - women with serious faces everywhere. When I study a horse
race, I study form. And then the other horse, the one who wants to beat the King's
horse Let's call her Dangerous, shall we? . . she's no form. That's what makes her
so dangerous. - Russia. Isn't that form? - No, the Russians aren't like the
English. We're beer, they're petrol. That's why I invited you here for dinner. I'm
guessing you know people . . people that want to make this fight real, with guns
and ammunition. So, before I place a bet on who's going to win, I need to know how
strong they are . . how serious they are. - Your concern is that if the unthinkable
happened . . you would find yourself on the wrong side of the barricades. - Well,
as you can see, my natural side of the barricades is the same as yours. And, as you
know, I once believed. - But the war changed you. - Yeah. - The man I loved
couldn't speak when he got back. Not one word. - I've said very few true words
since. - The men who blew the whistles in France are our enemy. - And you count
yourself among those who want a real fight? - I do. - Well, well. - Yes. Not just
in my dreams, in the day now. - And you're not alone. - I am not alone. - Well,
well. - I have researched you. We have researched you. You have never been a friend
of the Government. They have used you. And I imagine you have found out already
that no amount of money allows you to pass through the steel sheets that separate
class from class. - Yes. Yes, that I have learnt. - Men like you would terrify them
- a man better than them at what they do. - Would I change the odds, do you think?
- It's all wound up, Tom. Er, you just put the needle on and let it spin. And there
are some popular records. Mostly romantic. - Thank you, Curly. Food's nearly ready.
Let's eat before we dance, shall we? - So we're going to dance? - I think so. MUSIC
PLAYS I swear to God. She gave me sixpence and she sends me to the shop for
margarine, eggs and bread. And I came back - With
a top hat and a coconut? - That was all our money we had for the whole fucking
week and my mum beat me with a fucking frying pan. - Why the hell did you buy a top
hat and a coconut? - Cos I thought she deserved it. I thought we all did. And I
could never understand why people like us only had bread and fucking lard . . and I
wanted to be different. That's what I wanted. - And you are. - Well - When I showed
you that photo of Greta Jurossi, your face changed. - MUSIC STOPS She wanted
everything to be different - the whole world. - As do I. - Shall we have some more
music? - You were married but she was killed. - Bye-bye Blackbird reminds you of
your sweetheart, eh? - Yes. - Right, fast or slow? - Better be slow. I'd better
just sit. I'm drunk. - RECORD CRACKLES MUSIC PLAYS Come on. - Will you help us,
Tommy? Soon. Soon. - Arrange a meeting with the appropriate people and I'll be
there. - Vinny, come on, boy. Get over here, you lazy bastard! Here, want some of
that? - The, er, room is clean, Mr Shelby. - Right. Lock it all down. - All right,
boys, lock it down. - No weapons! No admission if you've any weapon. Go on! -
Arthur! Can I open the book? - Right, open it up. You! Gentlemen. Now, you listen
to me, you put all your money on the gold, you hear me? It's fucking fight night. -
Come on, boys, and place your bets with me, Honest Johnny Dogs. The only show in
town, by order of our special constable brothers, the Peaky fucking Blinders. -
Bonnie boy. Here we go, boy. Bring out that fucking tiger. Go on. - Tiger's already
out. - Fair enough. - Bonnie. Mr Shelby will give you a 20% cut if you put Goliath
down in the fourth round. - Been caged up too long, brother. If the women are going
to have fun, so am I.

Season 4 Episode 6
I just got served a black hand. Everybody will have got one. They're coming for us
all. These men will not leave our city until our whole family is dead. This was all
my fault. It was me that shot the old man. John's dead because of me. Within a
four-mile radius of the Garrison, every man is a guard and a soldier for us. We're
going back, back to Small Heath. That's how it works. An eye for an eye. It's
called a vendetta. We are an organization run different, I imagine. None of you
will survive. And how is Tommy Shelby OBE going to stop a revolution? If I get
Jessie Eden's trust, she gives me the names of the instigators, and I give them up
to the Crown forces. I want you to help my son achieve his ambition. You're a Peaky
Blinder now, son. We control him on the book, control the odds. We've got a lot
going on though, Tom. That's why it'll be good to have the kid around. Mr Shelby
will give you a 20% cut if you put Goliath down in the fourth round. So you're
going to take my boys, and you're going to bring them to the ring as seconds? Yeah,
Tommy Shelby was right about you, wasn't he? Yeah, you're like me, Tommy. You can't
bear to watch a fight which has got rules. Tommy, imagine imagine that you could
not see at all, you was born blind. Then, one day, you open up your eyes and you
can see everything in the world . . when before you could only touch it or smell
it. There it is the revelation, innit? I've had one. Yeah, I saw a beautiful house
down in Margate. A great big white building. Monkey puzzle tree against the sky
blue. Beautiful. A piece of heaven, actually. You can see the way the Earth curves,
and I thought to myself, Alfie, you know, whatwhat are you doing? What are you
doing? Why don't you just sell every ounce of gold and sell every barrel of rum you
got and just buy yourself some time, mate? I need to buy myself some time. You're
moving to Margate? I am, actually, yeah. I need to get myself some rest. I need
some rest. Plus, the Americans are here now, aren't they? So, well, that's it,
yeah. It's been that way ever since the war, innit, the Americans? Big fucks
small . . always, actually. There is a fight going on out there between big and
small. Big will fuck small. Right! Margate, then. Blue skies, heaven. I will see
you, Tommy, by the pier. Stay and watch the fight, Alfie. No, you're all right. I
already know who wins, don't I? Ta-ra! Round one. Fight, you bastard! Bonnie
Bonnie. Don't you touch it, Charlie. I know he's a big bastard, but you got to
Where's Solomons? Apparently he doesn't watch. Look at that corner, look. The men
there, they don't know fighters. I don't like it You feel it though, Tom, don't
you? I feel it. We're all right. We're surrounded by soldiers, Arthur. Alfie's men
were strip-searched, we're all right. Right, come on, gypsy boy, let's go. So what
did Tommy say when you told him? He said I'll get a weekly allowance. Oh, he can be
romantic. Of course, as company treasurer, I shall be questioning that expense. He
said something like, "We've had enough death, let's have some life. " Pol, this
fight is fixed, isn't it? Well, gypsy boy's getting battered out there. Right, you
said you had some news? Lizzie has some news. Polly! Well, tell her. Now! While the
men are screaming for blood. Have a swig, you're going to need it. I'm up the duff.
And it's Tommy's. How far gone are you? If I were going to London I'd be in
Coventry. And are you carrying on past Coventry? All the way to fucking Piccadilly
Circus. Have you found whether she's having a boy or a girl, Pol? No. Go on, then.
It's a girl. Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. She'll be a star in a Hollywood movie.
Congratulations. Hello, Linda. Welcome to extraordinary general meeting of the
Shelby ladies club. Is there spit on my back? There are men out there spitting -
it's fucking disgusting. No. There's no spit on your back. Don't let us stop you
doing what you came in to do. What? It's helping me get through the fucking
nightmare of being stuck in the city. Well, since you're here and you're almost
family, Lizzie's got some news. I'm pregnant. Oh. And who's the father? Have you
managed to narrow it down? Yes. It's Tommy. Congratulations. You've won the raffle
at last. Yeah, she's a real Shelby lady now, Linda. Just like you. Right, ladies,
lets rejoin our gentlemen. And just remember, Linda, if they spit, just spit back.
I'll see you out there. All right. Come on, Bonnie! Right, you Brummie boys! Forget
your loyalty, boys! You're still in control, Bonnie? Yes. Then take him. It's not
too late, boys. I'll give you 2 to 1 on the big Cockney, Goliath here. Take it or
leave it, boys. Take it or leave it, boys. 2 to 1. 2 to 1 on the Cockney giant.
Look at them men in his corner, look. They don't know fighters. They don't know the
fucking ropes. It's the pills and the booze spooking you, Arthur. Look at them.
They don't stand right, they don't move right. They don't even care if he fucking
wins. It's the fucking pills, brother, all right? Whoooo! What the fuck are they
laughing about? It's that new batchtoo strong. Come on, Bonnie! Come on, Bonnie!
Arthur, leave it! Where's he going? Sit down and watch the fight, eh? Arthur! Come
here! Let me do my fucking job. Bonnie! Bonnie! Are you OK? I'll give you two to
one now on the Cockney! Take it while you can. Right Come on, Bonnie Boy! Bonnie,
come on. Get him! Where are Tommy and Arthur? I don't know. Go on, Bonnie. Go on,
hit him! Arthur?! You fucking bastard! Arthur?! I declare Bonnie Gold the new
welterweight champion of the Midlands, the south and the Home Counties. Yes! Tommy,
what's happened? Arthur's dead. He's dead. Tommy, we have the other wop. The cunt
had a wire in his pocket. Go on, Finn! Go on, Finn. Take his eyes, Finn. Do it for
Arthur. Take his fucking eyes! GROANING GROANING Close the doors! No-one fucking
leaves! My brother is dead. Do you hear me?! My brother is dead! Tommy. Tommy. Fuck
off. Tommy. Tom. Tom. Tommy. Hello, Michael. There's been a change of plan. Mr Gold
will come and get you. Arthur's dead. Tommy, I've been trying to think of words.
Don't. Words don't work. Michael, we're in a grave situation. Tommy has a plan.
Instead of going to Australia, you're going to New York. Why? Because the company
has business to attend to in America. Will I be coming back? Your train leaves in
an hour, Michael. You made a choice. You knew I was going to be shot and you chose
not to tell me. I chose my mum. When all this business is over we'll all be free to
make our own choices. So that's it? You get the train to Liverpool then the SS
Monroe. The boat sails tomorrow. Now you can go. I need an overseas connection,
please. USA. Tommy! It's all right, let her come! Pleaseuntil we're finished. Your
note talked about making terms for peace. But my son says there are no terms. You
took my husband and my son. We took two of your brothers. The vendetta is done. We
say the vendetta is won. We will take everything you have. All your businesses,
signed over to us. You agree to this or my son will kill you all. One by one. The
vendetta is won. That's it. No more killing. Who did you think you were, Mr Shelby?
Make sure he knows we're here to buy his business! Mr Solomons! Mr Changretta is
here to see you. They say he was a captain. Ah. I think you might want to tell them
not to open that fucking door. It seems Mr Solomons has already left town. So all
this is mine. You don't knock? You don't know my new address? Hello, Lizzie, how
are you? I know your new address, Lizzie, because it was me who bought you the new
fucking house. Then why don't you visit it? I've been busy. Busy doing what?
Preparing for tomorrow. Why? What's tomorrow? Luca Changretta is coming to
Birmingham. It's our turn. He's already taken over Alfie Solomons, Sabini, the
Titanics. All of them. And now he's coming to take control of Shelby Company
Limited. What are we going to do about that? We're going to let him have it. All
that's left of the Peaky fucking Blinders. I've had my lawyer draw up these papers.
They cover, er, every enterprise in your possession. Bars, restaurants,
warehouses . . every fucking thing that you've taken all these years to gather
together. You will sign them all over to my family. Or you're going to die, right
here. I would have buried you all. But my mother, she, er, she knows you. She said
it'll be worse for you if I let you live . . and take away everything that you
have. Search 'em Especially don't trust this bitch. So Sign. Every fucking one of
'em. You can sign them on your knees on the floor. Get on your fucking knees and
sign! As a friend of mine once said . . big fucks small. So I had to find someone
bigger than you. Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn who want to
take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York. But if they moved
against you in New York they'll start a war between the families. But if you were
to die in a vendetta with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham, they could take
over your business without a war We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's
also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York. His name is
Alphonse Capone. You been talking to that fat fuck? See, all the blood relatives
you brought with you from New York, they're all dead, Mr Changretta. And these men
here, they work for money, for the highest bidder. They now have new orders. Is
that right? Is that right? Daniel? Matteo? Hey Very fucking Arthur's been injured
but he's all right, Pol. We need to make them believe that he's dead . . to
everyone but you, me and Linda Arthur Shelby is dead. I've got it all worked out.
We can use his death to win this war. Tell your people in Chicago that Michael Gray
will sign the import licence to New York. 300 barrels of English Dry Gin a month.
Leave! All of you. Tell your boss what you saw here today. And tell him .
. you don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders. Right. Oi! Listen up. Before we all go
and eat, I'd like to say a few words. The last time we were all here, it ended
badly. Yeah. But now we're in a happier place. That's it. I'd just like to raise a
toast Hold on. A few words I'd like to say from the heart, and this time you're
going to let me finish, Tommy. Now as you all know, Arthur Shelby is dead. Because
of that, Tommy's offered me a way out. A new identity. Start a whole new life for
myself. And I've thought about it. Made a decision. I ain't fucking going nowhere.
Our enemies are gone. Dead, all of 'em. For the first time since me and my two kid
brothers Tommy and John . . enlisted in the Warwickshire Yeomanry, we have peace.
So, I think I'd like to make a proposal. All of you, the Shelby Company Limited,
insist that Tommy here takes some time off. It's time you took a holiday, Tom. Put
your feet up. War is over. No-one wants to kill us. To peace. To peace. I do hope
you're going to leave the dog out of this? You were easy to find. Yeah. There's a
good reason for that, Tommy. I wanted it to be here. I once told you, Alfie, for
business reasons or in bad blood, I will kill you. I have no business reasons. It
seems you have retired. So this is all purely for bad blood, is it, Tommy? Yeah.
Right, yeah. I told you I wanted it to be here. Are you going to look after this
dog? No. Right, then. Well, his name is Cyril. He'll be very upset and distressed,
so you'll need to find him someone. You're not armed? No! Don't be daft. The only
thing I've got on me is fucking cancer, mate. Yeah. Riddled with it. Doctor told me
I might have picked it up in France in a gas or something. He even showed me a
photograph of it, before I met you at the fight. Alfie, stop talking. So I said,
Margate, right, and here I am. Come on, Tommy. Alfie, look at me. There's an
honourable reason now to pull that trigger. Alfie, look at me. So what you waiting
for? Just fucking get on with it, and stop acting like a little girl. Alfie! Do you
want me to do it for you? Mr Shelby? Mr Shelby? Mr Shelby? Mr Shelby, you are not
yourself, I should call a doctor. It's all right, Frances. I'll call Mrs Grey. I
know what this is. It's just myself talking to myself about myself. Right Thank
you. Charlie Since I know you won't go yourself, I've been to a doctor on your
behalf. No, it's all right. None of the boys know you're sick. I'm not sick, Polly.
It starts when you stop. When you rest. Could be nerves, the war. Might be the
alcohol. The blue devils, they call that. Yeah, well. Yeah. Yeah, it's the fucking
booze. It's the booze, the booze got hold and the booze got in my bones. Lizzie
wants to see you. No Tom, she's showing. I don't want to see Lizzie, Pol. Shit,
maybe it's in us? It's us Shelbys. It's in our gypsy blood. We live somewhere
between life and death. Waiting to move on. And in the endwe accept it. We shake
hands with the devils and we walk past them. Mr Shelby, you're meant to be resting.
I have learnt something, Frances. There is no rest for me in this world. Perhaps in
the next. Them there you pay out. This one you have to think. Use your fucking
head, man. Right, even money Whose fucking idea was it that I go on holiday?
Welcome back, Tommy. How was it? What did you get up to? Went fishing. Played golf.
Golf's fucking boring. Yeah, boring and easy. Yeah, well, what's the plan? I need
you to give this to Jesse Eden, by hand. Yes, Mr Shelby. By your hand. This will be
the last job you'll do for me. Go to Glasgow and be with your family. You're free.
You need to sign all of these. So you shook hands with the devil? Yeah, and I
walked past him. Pol. I've had an idea. Oh, fuck. "Dear Jessie. Now more certainly
than ever "I believe things must change. "Things MUST change. "The general strike
is holding, we've not an hour to lose. "Meet me. " I've made up my mind, Jessie.
About what? Your cause is now my cause. I want to help. The strike is holding. I
want to meet the people who can take this further. Are you serious? Yeah, I've done
a lot of thinking. Right. I'll arrange a meeting. The operator knows my voice. Give
me the name and the number. His name is Casey Douglas. Sparkhill 453. Right. And
he's the leader of the cell? He's in contact with London and Moscow. Good. Yeah,
Sparkhill 453. You are quite a creature, Mr Shelby. When I received your note, I
wasn't sure you could deliver. I have made contact with the Soviet agent inside the
Birmingham Communist Party. And you have a name? And an address and a telephone
number. I can be of great use to you. I can give you the names of any Communist
Party member who is prepared to cross the line into armed revolution. We are in the
fourth day of a general strike which appears to be holding. Even if it fails today
tomorrow, they may succeed. Mm. And you're offering to help ensure they never
succeed. If my cover is maintained . . I can begin to shape the movement, organise
it myself And undermine it. Rise through the ranks of the wider socialist movement.
But, of course, you want something in return. What this time? A knighthood? My
proposal. And my conditions. For the attention of Winston Churchill. He holds me in
very high regard. Are you serious? Breaking up a revolutionary cell is one thing.
Given my position of influence in my home city, I can be of much more use to you
than that. Ronald Carr, Conservative, 3,412 Bernard Hall, Liberal, 4,015. Michael
Ross, Communist, 6,406. Thomas Shelby, Labour Party, 48,564. I now declare Thomas
Shelby to be the new Labour Member of Parliament for the constituency of Birmingham
South.

Season 5 Episode 1
1 Mr Shelby, you're not yourself. I should call a doctor. It's just myself talking
to myself about myself. Michael, you're going to New York. Why? Because the company
has business to attend to in America. You knew I was going to be shot and you chose
not to tell me. I chose my mum. RETURNING OFFICER: Thomas Shelby, Labour Party,
48,564! [CHEERING.] I've been to a doctor on your behalf. It starts when you stop.
When you rest. [VOICES ECHO.] Mr Shelby, you're meant to be resting. I have learnt
something, Frances. There's no rest for me in this world. Perhaps in the next.
[WIND WHISTLES.] [PHONE RINGS IN THE DISTANCE.] MUSIC: [Red Right Hand by Nick Cave
& The Bad Seeds.] Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the
tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where
secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires Hey man, you know You're never
coming back 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. He'll rekindle all the dreams It took you a lifetime
to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole Heal your shrinking soul But there won't
be a single thing That you can do He's a god, he's a man He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name Through this disappearing land They say they haven't
even heard of us. So tell Aberama and Isiah to introduce themselves. And, Finn you
stay out of it. You don't have no money? He'll get you some You don't have no car?
He'll get you one You don't have no self-respect You feel like an insect Well don't
you worry, buddy, 'cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio And the
bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in
his Red right hand. [PHONE RINGS.] [RINGING CONTINUES.] Yeah? Wait. Wait, wait. Say
that again. No. No, that cannot be possible! [SOFT MOANING.] Peter, my beautiful
pilot Now, will you please fly me and my winnings back to England? [DOG BARKS.] 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. [DOOR CRASHES.] Oh, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no. [RAPID TICKING.] Oh, no, no. [SHE INHALES.] Ah! - [PHONE
RINGS.] - Hello? 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 6am, the Wall Street Stock Exchange crashed like a steam train. We
were most definitely on board. [SHOUTING AND SCREAMING.] Fuck it. [CONFUSED
SHOUTING.] - Oi! Come on, get changed! - Jesus Christ! Bring the car round! [WOMEN
SHOUT.] 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. [CHILD CRIES.] 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. [GUNSHOT.] -
[GUNSHOT.] - Argh! Now you've heard of us. Come on. Couch. Couch! Put something
down for the blood. My sister'll fucking kill me. - [GLASS SMASHES.] - Be fucking
careful! She spends thousands of pounds on this shit. Argh! - Get me some booze. -
Ah! [FINN SCREAMS IN AGONY.] 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. [FINN WHIMPERS.] - 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. [FINN GROANS.] [FINN PANTS.] 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.
[FINN WINCES.] 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. [HORSE NEIGHS.] 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. - [HORN BEEPS.] 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! SHOUTING: 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? GRACE: 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? SHE WHISPERS: 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. ARTHUR: Linda! [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.] [DOOR OPENS.] Oh, there you are,
eh? [HE LOCKS DOOR.] 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.
[KNOCK ON DOOR.] EDNA: Mr Shelby, the meeting will be starting soon. Yeah. All
right. Be right there. ARTHUR: Thank you, Edna. - And shut the door. - [DOOR
SLAMS.] [LINDA CLEARS HER THROAT.] 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. LEON: 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. ARTHUR: 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. [DOOR OPENS.] How far have we got? We've established
that ladies are decorative. ARTHUR: We've only just sat down, Tom. Actually, um,
Arthur has some
documents that he'd like to hand out. THOMAS: Yeah? What documents? I was just
explaining to everyone, Tom, that, um, well, we're fucked. - Ain't that right? Hmm?
- Yes and no. [CLEARS THROAT.] 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. [SHE SIGHS.] - There is hope. -
Why? What have you got in there, a magic wand? As nonexecutive director of the
company, I need the permission from the chairman to present my strategy to the
board. Permission granted, Tom. [SHE SCOFFS.] MUSIC: [The Wizard by Black Sabbath.]
Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, a wizard walks by Casting his
shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes, tinkling bell Never talking Just keeps
walking Spreading his magic 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. [CHEERING AND APPLAUSE.] - 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. [CHEERING.] 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. ALL: 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? THOMAS: 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. ARTHUR: 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. LIZZIE: 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. [ARTHUR SPLUTTERS.]
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 1929, 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? MUSIC: [Uber Capitalist Death Trade by
Cabbage.] MP: 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. [MURMURS OF
ASSENT.] SPEAKER: 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. [LAUGHTER.] 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 - [MURMURS OF ASSENT.] carry their own can
and pay their own bills. [CHEERING.] 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. [KNOCK ON DOOR.] Come. Ah. I have bad
news, Mr Shelby. We agreed 50,000 on completion of business. My wife and I have had
a misfortune on the London Exchange. There's 20 there. You'll have to wait for the
rest. [HE SIGHS HEAVILY.] - Cavalry, eh? - Mm. Huh! Yeah. I spent a long 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.
[SHE EXHALES.] Fuck. - [KNOCK ON DOOR.] - 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 - [CLEARS
THROAT.] 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. [HE CHUCKLES.] 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. [HE
EXHALES.] 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 1930, 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. [HE CLEARS
THROAT.] Did Arthur explain? He said it's God's will. But you're not God! [HE
SIGHS.] No, I'm not God. Not yet.

Season 5 Episode 2
1 ARTHUR: In New York City, at 6am, the Wall Street Stock Exchange crashed. THOMAS:
I told Michael on Friday this was going to happen. We were most definitely on
board. But you have to listen to the voices that you hear. - [GUNSHOT.] - [HORSE
NEIGHS.] - My name is Mosley. - Oswald Mosley. Yeah, I know who you are. You have
come to my attention. Mr Shelby? Mr Levitt from the London Times. Ten years ago, I
was a journalist on the Birmingham Evening Mail. Course, working in that city, it
was impossible not to know your name. And your reputation. What is your Tory
newspaper more afraid of? Is it evolution or revolution? [HE SIGHS.] [GLASS
RATTLES.] [POURS LIQUID.] [PHONE RINGS.] [CROW CAWS.] [CROW CAWS.] [WIND HOWLS.]
[TICKING.] [MUD SLOSHES.] [HE SIGHS.] [HE GROANS.] DISTORTED CHILD'S VOICE: Dad!
There's a phone call for you! Dad! There's a phone call for you! Charlie! Charlie!
Wait! Charlie! Giddy-up, horsey, giddy-up! - Dad, there's a phone call for you. -
Good boy. Good boy. Will you go back to the house? And, er, whoever's calling, the
operator will have their number, and I'll call them back, eh? [CAR APPROACHES.] Oh,
look, Charlie. You must have violin practice. It's Mrs Milligan. Go on. And,
Charlie! Charlie, you play loudly. You might hear some bangs. Go on. [HE SIGHS.]
[VIOLIN PRACTICE IN DISTANCE.] Mr Shelby? Maggie, yeah, it's me. - Yes, Mr Shelby.
- I just missed a call. Where was it from? Belfast. Belfast. Where in Belfast? Um,
I'm not sure. Do you have the number? Yeah. Yeah, can you put me through? [STATIC.]
[STATIC STOPS.] Tommy, don't believe Mr Shelby. My name is Captain Swing, calling
from the occupied Six Counties. And there are some people from the other side of
our neat little city that want you dead. You should also know that this boy, this
Michael, your kin, was in his cabin aboard the SS Monroe in Belfast dock, making
deals with the very men who want you dead. Tommy, they're lying! Now, if you want,
we can put a bullet in his head here and now or we can send him home, and you can
deal with him. Send him home. Very well, Mr Shelby. But be informed that this kin
of yours was talking to representatives from the County Tyrone and Glasgow UVF
about how they'd divide up the English racetracks - after they'd blown away your
legs. - Tommy, they're lying! And may I ask why you are doing me this favour?
Because, Mr Shelby, we've been informed by people at the very highest level that,
since your conversion to socialism, you are now on the side of the angels. And
angels can be useful to us. [LINE DISCONNECTS.] [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.] [KNOCK ON
DOOR.] Come. Mr Shelby, the violin teacher wants to know what all those bangs were.
Fireworks. Was trying them out for Saturday. You promised the doctor not until
after dark. Oh, it's pretty dark, Frances. Also, will Mrs Shelby and Ruby be home
for dinner tonight? I don't know. Dad? I've learned something this morning. Have
you? So have I. And what have you learned, my boy? [SCRATCHY TUNE ON VIOLIN.] Let's
get this over with. I've got a train to catch. Go get your train, Tom. - I can deal
with this. - Oi. - [COINS CLINK.] - Get it! Go home. Come here, you. Put this on.
There you go. Look at that, it looks great on you. Wrap up warm. Ah! Wake up. Rise
and shine. What are you doing here? Wasting our fucking time on you. Sit down,
Finn. Sit down. What do I have to do to make you fucking listen to me? You took a
bullet. You've been running around the streets with a fucking gun in your hand.
Somebody has to. Finn, we've got people for that kind of work. Soldiers. Captains
and corporals. Well, then, what am I? "What am I?" Jesus Christ. Yeah, what am I,
Tom, huh? I'm the brother you never got round to. You're a general, Finn. You
understand? You're a fucking Shelby, so you're a general. When did you last see a
general anywhere near the blood and the puke, eh? He's fucking right. That's what
you are. So on your feet, soldier. Come on, on your feet. I thought you just said I
was a general. I did just say you were. So get on your fucking feet! Arthur Finn.
Finn. Look at this. This is the bullet that Aberama Gold cut from you. First and
last. First and last. Don't lose it. Go and clean up, put some clothes on. A nice
suit. I've got some trouble that'll keep you out of trouble. - Oh, and, erm, Tom -
Yeah? while you're here, erm, I've met this girl - and I'd like to get married. -
Fuck off. Go, get dressed. Go on, move. Go! Finn, this girl you're trying to
impress, tell me about her. She likes the life. She likes the life, eh? Well, find
one that hates it. Look at him, that's what he did. Now he's chairman of the board.
Go on. Hurry up. Arthur? Lizzie and Ruby, are they still at yours? Yes, Tom,
they're still there. She's coming home today, she said, so she'll be home later.
Hm. Has she been talking about me? I mean, they talk a lot, you know what women are
like. The kitchen and, you know, kids running around. I I don't pay 'em no mind,
Tom. - I don't listen to 'em 'alf the time. - Yeah. Well, everything she says is
true. Well you like the life, Tommy. I don't like the fucking life. I don't like
the fucking life, I don't like that Michael is coming back today. Train arrives
from Liverpool at three. Polly will be there. Take a weapon. Tell Moss to clear the
station of coppers. You hear me? Yes, sir. Hey, Tommy. I heard 'em say one thing,
though. Just talking, you know, they were saying that, er, you you don't sleep or
something. You can't sleep. When I do sleep, I dream. And in my dream, someone
wants my crown. I think it might be Michael. Call me at three. Arthur, I'm going to
put that bullet on a necklace and wear it as a reminder. Arthur? - I heard you. -
You got trouble for me, then? - Yeah. - Yeah? Mr Shelby, the the police are here to
see you. Police aren't allowed in here. Er, he's not in uniform and said it's very
unofficial. [DOOR CLOSES.] Afternoon. Someone get you some tea? No, I'm fine, Mr
Shelby. - This won't take long. - Good. You've got five minutes. Mr Shelby, there
was a shooting two days ago. A man died. It was a murder. In Maida Vale. Of all
places. - His name was Levitt. - Uh-huh. He was a journalist. The night before he
was shot, he came here to see you. We found a Commons pass and your name in his
diary. I was wondering what his business here was. And I'm wondering what your
business here is. According to his diary, you knew him from Birmingham. What's your
name? Stacker. Stacker. OK. Mr Shelby, Mr Levitt was a queer. Some may think it was
one of his queer friends Mr Stacker, I get the feeling that, with a little
provocation, you could be very persistent. Only within my remit. Well, your Chief
Constable Wyatt, he has clear views about persistence, which he has shared with me.
Mr Shelby He likes persistence, as do I. And thoroughness. But not frivolity. A man
who walks in the park with other men dies in Maida Vale. And you come to me? As
well as his diary, we have his notebook. [CLOCK CHIMES.] Your time's up, Mr
Stacker. Thank you. [DOOR CLOSES.] MUSIC: [Love U 2 Death by The Darts.] Hello,
Mum. This is Gina. Gina Gray. The captain married us on board. She's my wife, Mum.
At least look at her. Tommy said to ask you to tell me the truth. We've been
travelling for 15 days, Mrs Gray. Maybe we could talk about this at another time.
Yes. Let's go home and we can talk. You have no home until you tell me the truth.
Here? Yeah. Michael! Hello, love. Welcome to Birmingham, eh? Michael? OK. Our ship
docked at Belfast. I was then taken off the ship by two men. - At gunpoint. - I'm
speaking to my son. Fuck you. Fuck you too, Arthur. This is my fucking wife. I
bring her home, to this? Come on, Gina. Well, where are you going now, eh? Hmm?
Introduce me at least. - Excuse me. - Look at this. Look at this. This is it, Gina.
This is my fucking people. Do you want to know the truth, Arthur? Do you want to
know the truth, Mum? I did not betray my fucking family! Now, Mum I want to go
home. I've booked you a suite at the Midland Hotel. Was that Tommy's orders, then,
was it? See, the Midland Hotel is Tommy's little kingdom. Where all the porters
keep an eye, where all the telephone exchange girls are reporting on my calls.
Yeah, well, why don't you think of it like, er, quarantine, Michael, eh? We'll
treat you like a fucking dog, hmm? Smelly one. Stinking one. Until we know you're
clean, hmm? Fuck you, Arthur. Stand aside, Arthur. No, Poll. Come on, baby. Forget
about 'em. Go and phone Tommy, tell him. Polly says Michael's telling the truth.
It's all right. Forget about 'em. All right, Poll. Nice coat. What are you like?
Camel, right? Oh. Welcome to the family, Gina Gray. I applaud the attempt by Mr
Rowley in the Education Bill to raise the school leaving age to 15. I also support
MUSIC: [Evil by Nadine Shah.] as regards means-testing of any kind, - we are the
people - MEMBERS: Yeah! - we've had enough. - Yeah! "We are the people, and we've
had enough. " I move in favour of the amendment. Mr Shelby. I must say, you sing
like a songbird in the House. And who is this pretty finch? My sister. Who's
pregnant. And dangerous. Oh, we adore dangerous. Who's we? It's a collective noun,
in this case describing a group of people who are impatient and young and, as I
have said, adore dangerous. Mr Shelby, you had a horse of that name. Whiskey.
Irish. Give him one from my bottle. And one for myself. In fact, bring the bottle.
And the lady? Isn't thirsty. How do you know about the horse? We have a mutual
acquaintance. May Carleton. When I asked about you, she said, "Oh, my goodness,
where do I begin?" And why were you asking after me? Because, as I have said, I
adore dangerous. And where did she begin? You know, I was rather hoping we might
have this meeting alone. My sister is my political adviser. And my advice just now
was, "Don't meet Mr Mosley. " Because I am dangerous? No. What is it you
are impatient for, Mr Mosley? I'm impatient for my fucking whiskey. Bennett! May
Carleton spoke about you the way I imagine one might about a party they barely
remember, where you crash the car into the dovecote and live on champagne and
cocaine for three whole days. You know, that kind of party. Only three days? Hmm.
My sister advised against meeting you because it appears you are moving away from
the party in a different direction. And which direction is that? Towards fascism.
"We are the people, and we have had enough. " I thought that was excellent. In
which direction are you heading, Mr Shelby? I am my own revolution. And you prefer
Irish to Scotch. As do I. Like all things regarding Ireland, it is complex. Yes?
Oh! Where do you stand on the Irish question, Mr Shelby? Never been asked it. Then
perhaps it's time you were. Tommy, I am the people, and I have had enough. We are
looking for someone to begin a dialogue with certain elements in Belfast with whom
we don't officially have any dealings. I'll be too busy singing in the House. It
would involve a promotion. Junior Minister to the Duchy of Lancaster. Birmingham is
my concern. Ireland bores me. Thanks for the whiskey, Mr Mosley. Hmm. What the fuck
was that about? Ireland. It's been Ireland's day all fucking day long. What do you
mean? Ada, go home and start calling anyone who had dealings with Shelby Company
Limited while you were in Boston. Ask them about Michael. Ask them what about him?
Who he's been seeing, who he's been meeting, - what deals he's made. - Why? Ask 'em
especially about people he's met from Glasgow or Belfast. Tommy, why don't you come
back with me, eh? You can play chess with Karl. I'll make some calls, you can
listen in. Drive home tomorrow. That bastard starts talking about Irish whiskey.
The fuck does he know? Eh? More than me, Tommy. What are you talking about? I'm
talking about an empty chair, Ada. My chair. My throne. People thinking I'm going
to fall, they start behaving in a different way around you. Who thinks that? They
start to circle. Who's going to take the throne, eh? Linda, she wants some for
Arthur, Aberama Gold, people in the north, Michael Just go home, make some calls.
Protestants are coming, I think. I need to get back to Birmingham. [SHE SIGHS.]
Polly. Are you armed? Yeah. Yeah. Would you please consider putting your weapons
behind the bar in case feelings begin to run high? Behind the bar, Poll, eh? Behind
my own bar, yeah? I prefer it there. Thomas? I had a dream about a black cat last
night, Poll. A black cat dream means there is a traitor close by. It was you who
taught me that. Black cat can mean lots of things. Can mean you're hurting
yourself. Betraying yourself. Are you seeing things, Thomas? Yes, I am. [CAR
APPROACHES.] Yes, I am. Very clearly. Coming from every fucking direction. [CAR
ENGINE STOPS.] [CAR DOOR CLOSES.] [BAR DOOR CREAKS OPEN.] Tommy. I'd like to
introduce you to my wife. I would also like to, er, say something. - Sit down,
Michael. - I betrayed you. - Michael. - But only in my heart. There was a time, in
America, and there was a lot of money in that bank. And I wondered if I could I
could leave, move to California. Someone said I should invest in pictures.
Hollywood. But Gina stopped me. - Gina said - I told you to sit down, Michael. Now,
tell me what happened on that ship in Belfast harbour. On the journey back from New
York, we got married. But we needed to find a witness. A purser. He was from
Belfast. We got friendly. What happened when the ship docked? This purser had
friends who ran a whiskey distillery in County Tyrone. They wanted a way of getting
their stuff into America. So I said, "OK, invite them aboard. " When they came in,
I realised that they didn't make whiskey. They were Scottish. From Glasgow.
Couldn't understand a fucking word they were saying. They started swearing, so I
asked Gina to leave. That was when they started talking about you, Tom. They said
that Tommy Shelby was a spent force, that politics had got to him that he was spent
in the head, that now was a good time to move in and did I want to be part of it.
They knew about the money we lost in America. They said that you were going to
blame me. That you had a bullet with my name on it. What did you say, Michael? I
didn't have time to say anything. Coppers came on board. Well, I thought they were
coppers. They, er They were IRA. Exactly. And the first men from Glasgow? The IRA
commander said the men from Glasgow were called Billy Boys. Fucking Billy Boys. I
don't know who the fuck Billy Boys are. They run every man in every coalmine, on
every shipyard east of Glasgow. Ties with Belfast, UVF. Protestant razor gang. They
also dabble in politics. You know, muscle for fascist rallies. But you did no deal,
Michael? You didn't even know who they were? I was too busy looking forward to
giving you the good news. The reason Gina and I got married on the ship was because
Gina is pregnant. You're going to be a grandmother. OK, Michael. I believe you.
Welcome home. Congratulations. Just remember your unborn child has witnessed what
you said. - Thomas! - And it will be born according to You fuck! Where the fuck are
you going, hmm? Are you fucking mad, hmm? - You are free to fucking leave, Michael.
- You fucking bastard. But you're not free, Michael, are you? You lost this company
a lot of money. I told you to sell but you held on, and now I want you to pay me
back what you owe me. There is work you can do, there are risks you can take. We
were close before. Now I want you closer still. Michael, honey. Look at your
cousin. He's in trouble, huh? He needs you. Come on, baby, let's go. Fucking cheek
of her, eh? Mad Dog Jimmy. Coming south. Not so mad any more. He's got friends in
high places these days. Black cat dream is never wrong, brother. [HORSE NEIGHS.]
[GUNSHOT.] [HE GROANS.] Hello, hello, we are the Billy Boys Hello, hello, we are
the Billy Boys We're up to our knees in Fenian blood Surrender or you'll die We are
the Brigton Derry Billy Boys. Drop the peashooter, son. A broken broom stops all
Gypsy curses, Mr Gold. Ah! [HE COUGHS.] Who the fuck are you? Did you not hear my
song? These gentlemen are the Billy Boys. And me? I'm Jimmy. Ah, fuck, fuck. Good.
Mouth broke, so you can't talk. But you don't need to. Your body will be the
lesson. You work in a particular capacity for Mr Thomas Shelby, OBE. Am I right? I
heard you're a fighter. The best. But your fighting days are over. [HE GROANS.]
Because I need Mr Shelby to understand that his best is not good enough. [MUFFLED
SCREAMS.] [MUFFLED SCREAMS.] [MUFFLED SCREAMS.] [HE GROANS.] Bonnie! Farewell,
fighter boy. You died well. [HORSE NEIGHS.] Bonnie Bonnie! Tell Tommy Shelby it's
time to fucking share. We'll take all the tracks out as far as Nottingham. We'll
take Cheltenham as well. Otherwise, it will be Thomas Shelby who's crucified, and
there will be no resurrection. Come on, boys. [SINGING INSIDE PUB.] But when you're
crying You bring out the rain So stop your crying [MUSIC STOPS.] Ladies and
gentlemen, I'm just going to take a short break. Thank you. Yeah. Good man.
Beautiful, Billy, beautiful. Really nice. Really nice. Really meaningful, you know?
A heartfelt song. I like it. I really do. Boys, this here is Billy Grade. Man I was
telling you about, son. Billy, this here's my kid brother, Finn. Hey. Have a drink,
Billy. I can't, my voice is Drink, Bill. Yeah. Yeah. You boys won't remember but I
remember when Billy here made a living on the football pitch. [HE LAUGHS.] Oh,
yeah, that was a long time ago, Mr Shelby. - Yeah, what a left foot, eh? - Yeah.
And then what? Manager, right? Hmm? Well, yeah, and now I'm a singer. Are you?
Every football team in England knows Billy Grade. And he knows a few people, too.
Don't you, Bill, eh? Hmm? - One or two. - Useful. Very useful. But what do you do,
Bill, eh? Hmm? You're in here, singing, or whatever the fuck you call it, in shit-
hole pubs in Birmingham. [HE TUTS.] It's no way to make a living, boys. -
Degrading. - I love it. I really do, I love it. And thank you, by the way, for
inviting me here tonight. I really appreciate it, so thank you very much. Don't
thank me. I didn't invite you here to sing. If I wanted to listen to music, I'd buy
an Al Jolson record. Hmm? That's what I'd do. Real singer, you know? Melody. Tune.
So what is it that you want exactly? Finn will explain the nature of my
proposition. You'll listen to him, won't you, Bill, eh? - You'll be attentive,
won't you? - Yeah, of course, course. Because Isiah here, he'll show you the
fucking consequences if you don't. All right? I'll leave you with the bottle, hmm?
What proposition? Right, what I want from you, Billy, is for you to write down a
name and a number next to every one of those football teams, yeah? - Why? - Why?
People like to bet on those kind of things these days. - We are a gambling
enterprise. - I know who you are. To fix a horse race, you give the outsider a bit
of cocaine. Jesus! To fix a football match, you give the goalkeeper £20. You're a
Peaky Blinder now, Billy. Hmm? What have you got there? I've written a letter. Oh.
Who for? For you. And Lizzie's written one to Tommy. Well can I read it? It's not
finished yet. I'm getting rid of the parts I wrote when I was drunk. By the way,
I've stopped drinking. And your bottles of snow I poured down the lavatory. When I
was drunk, I was too hard on you. It's It's not your fault. So That letter's about
me, is it? Yeah. - Hmm. - And about me. About the future. About the company. Lizzie
and I Sat here and made things worse the last few hours, hmm? Yeah, and we've come
up with a plan. Oh, you've come up with a plan, eh? Lizzie says Tommy won't live
two more years if he carries on like this. He's gone too far. Is that what Lizzie
says, hmm? Really now? Well, how far has he gone, hmm, Linda? How far? He's lost
all the legitimate money in America. No. No, that was Michael. He's fixing races.
He's fixing football. Following the financial crisis, the Shelby Company Limited
has to find other sources of cash income. Tommy went into Chinatown. He's selling
out the Communists to the British intelligence. And all the time, every day, he
gets more and more famous. But that's OK. Because if anyone puts two and two
together That wasn't us. It's not fucking us! It's going to blow up, Arthur! It
can't sustain. - You know it. - Oh, yeah? And what do you know, eh? You've worked
it all out. You and fucking Lizzie, eh? Got it all planned out, is that right? And
I tell you, all you're going to do is you're going to be the good fucking wife.
Yeah, like the perfect couple. We'll go upstairs, hmm? We'll go upstairs. Yeah,
make love, hmm? I spent my day writing two letters and deciding which one to give.
Looks like I'll have to give the other one. What other one? What fucking other
one?! What did you do with my letter? I burnt it. So did Arthur. - Did you read it
first? - Yes. That's more than Arthur did. Didn't help that you can't fucking
spell. I left school too early. Did you read the bit about the lawyers? Do you want
to fuck? Didn't think so. - You don't want to eat? - No. - You've got calls? -
Yeah. It's Ruby's birthday today, Tommy. Do you know why I took her to Arthur's?
Because she said she's scared of you. When she knows you're not coming home, she's
a different kid. But I've bought a cake. And I want you there. We're in the drawing
room. [FOOTSTEPS RECEDE.] Lizzie [FOOTSTEPS STOP.] I'm in a room and they're coming
at me. It's OK. I want 'em to. Last thing I want is silence. Standing up there, in
silence, and someone says "Sorry about all that noise. "Sorry about all that dust.
"Sorry about all that mud. "And all that fucking blood. " And you say, "Don't be
sorry. "Don't be sorry. It's all I can do now. " You want me to write this down? Do
you want me to write you a fucking letter? Me and Arthur can't write it down cos
they haven't invented the fucking words. We don't have the fucking words. And the
worst thing is could've stayed at school. But we volunteered. Still don't have the
fucking words. Should you choose to depart, Tommy, either by your own hand or
someone else's, the person who would take your place is me. Legally. Financially.
Everything. I need to know there'll be something left. Well, you know, Lizzie, in
my head, I still pay you for it, so good luck with me. [PHONE RINGS.] I have
business. [DOOR CLOSES.] Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Yeah, I want
to ask you some questions about the night you met Michael Gray. Make a wish. Yeah!
[DISTORTED HEAVY BREATHING.] [CAR ENGINE REVS.] [REVVING CONTINUES.] OK, kids, come
on, let's go to bed. Quickly. Why? Who's coming? That's the thing, Charles, we
don't know. We never know. [HE GROANS.] Tommy! - Get out of the fucking car. -
Don't! Get out of the fucking car now, or I'll open fire! If you're looking for
traitors, there's one with his ribs mashed up. The man's gone fucking mad, Tom! You
did this? With one arm and a hammer. And a mighty pain and a mighty fury! They
killed him. My son! They shot him and they put him up on a fucking cross, and he's
fucking dead! Who did? Only Johnny Dogs and his kin knew where we were camped. No,
Tom. No. I swear to God, I never told a soul. - Get the fuck away! - I never told a
fucking soul. How could you fucking do this?! My fucking son! [YELLING.] They
fucking took him from me! My only son! Johnny! Tommy! Your shoulder is shattered.
If you don't get it fixed, you'll lose your arm. He's gone! Fucking killed him!
Fucking son! My own fucking kin! Listen to me! How can a one-armed man avenge the
death of his son, eh? They crucified my son for you. [GUNSHOTS.] Get away from my
house! All of you! Get away from my child! This is my house. And I don't want you
back. I don't want you back! If you want to take on the Billy Boys, you need me
alive. Everyone fucking needs me. Call an ambulance, or a man will lose his arm.
Come on, Johnny. Come on. Tom I'm no black cat, Tom. I know, Johnny. I know. In all
the world, of all of the people, you alone I know I can trust. On a gathering storm
comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand A shadow is
cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand.

Season 5 Episode 3
1 My name is Captain Swing, calling from the occupied Six Counties. This Michael,
your kin, making deals with the very men who want you dead. What happened on that
ship? Said the men from Glasgow were called Billy Boys. Protestant razor gang. They
run every man east of Glasgow. We have a mutual acquaintance. These gentlemen are
the Billy Boys. I'm Jimmy. I need Mr Shelby to understand that his best is not good
enough. [GUNSHOT, HORSE NEIGHS.] Your body will be the lesson. Tommy, what are you
talking about? I'm talking about an empty chair, Ada. My chair. My throne. People
think that I'm going to fall, they start to circle. Who's going to take the throne,
eh? Black cat dreams are never wrong. They crucified my son for you. [BELL TOLLS.]
Good morning, sisters. Let us pray. Our Father, who art in heaven [FOOTSTEPS ECHO.]
[MOTOR REVS.] but deliver us from evil for thine is the kingdom, the power and the
glory, for ever and ever - [HE COUGHS.] - Amen. MOTHER SUPERIOR: You wanted to
speak to us, Mr Shelby? Yeah. - All of us? - Yeah. At 6. 30 in the morning? Yes. -
We don't smoke in here. - Well, I fucking do. Nor do we use language. Nor do we
find fault in the innocent. Yet you do. You fucking do. May I ask what this meeting
is about? The Grace Shelby Foundation is the biggest single source of funding for
this charitable institution, devoted to the care of the orphaned girls of south
Birmingham, yeah? For which we give thanks. Uh-huh. I have a temper similar to the
one described in that report. Yet, unlike you, I wait until I'm matched in size.
Whose report? The testimony of children. Who have they spoken to? - You'd have them
only speak to God. - God be their witness. There is God, and there are the Peaky
Blinders. This is Sparkhill, we're in Small Heath. We are much, much closer at hand
than God. And we have heard terrible things. We have, in this place, children of
the worst sort. They lie as easily as breathe. You had a child half black. You made
her wash with a different soap. Mr Shelby, your own sins are legend. THOMAS: Our
sins Our sins against the beating of children with bricks and hoses. Our sins. Our
sins against the black child who hanged herself for fear of your temper. - I do not
see how - You do not see! Now put 'em on. Put 'em on your face, or it'll be your
eyes that are broken. Please don't imagine that I won't use this minute to do it,
or that I am afraid of your prayers or your crosses. You see the world broken. Like
those beaten children will. THOMAS: Now look at me. Look at me. [HE EXHALES.] HE
SHOUTS: Look at me! Funding withdrawn. All children to be taken into our own
institutions. You have no say in where the children If I come for you, and I still
might yet decide to come for you, I will wear high heels so you can hear my
approach on the cobblestones, and have time to repent. [BELL TOLLS.] You listen for
my footsteps. [MACHINERY CLANKS AND GROANS.] Happy birthday, Pol. They grow grand
in the horse shit, Pol. Curly, pour some beer, eh? The train to London leaves in an
hour. Arthur, Michael, you're coming with me. Tommy, I have to take Gina to the
hospital today. A week ago, one of our most trusted men was killed by Jimmy
McCavern. The man we're going to speak to in London is establishing a relationship
with Jimmy McCavern. So cancel your appointments, and Ada can take Gina to the
hospital. That's what women do. And clean that shit off your shoes before you get
in my car, eh? Michael, they will give it and give it until your case is proven,
and then they'll take it. From you, but mainly from me. Polly, you go to the
hospital and speak to Aberama Gold. You tell him there is a strategy in place to
avenge the death of his son, so not to do anything rash. And take with you the
heartfelt condolences of the whole family. Why me? Because Aberama Gold is in love
with you. He even got a haircut. And the smell of your perfume might help ease his
pain. Tommy, I'm 45 years old today. 45 years old and still breaking hearts, eh? -
ALFRED: Yeah! - To Polly! Polly Gray, hmm? Polly. Happy Birthday, Pol, yeah? Curly,
organise a wagon to take Bonnie Gold's soul to heaven. Isiah, fetch his boxing
gloves from the gym to burn with his body. Michael, turn the Bentley around, you've
a train to catch. [HE SNIGGERS.] And don't forget to wipe that shit off your shoes,
eh? Just start up the car and drive. There ain't no grave Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave - BELL TOLLS - Can hold my body down - So, what's the
strategy? You can smile. You don't smile. Nice. Very nice, Tom. Hmm. Although, I
must say, I thought your office would be bigger than this. It will be. Michael, you
sit. Arthur, you stand by the window. So, who are we meeting? The man we're about
to meet is the Minister for the Duchy of Lancaster. He's also deputy to the
Chancellor of the Exchequer and Cabinet adviser to the Prime Minister of Great
Britain. You've both met bad men before. The man we're about to meet is the devil.
[PHONE RINGS.] Yep. Send him in. I never seem to get to meet you without your
family. I understand you know a man called Jimmy McCavern. May I take a cigarette?
Please. [LIGHTER CLATTERS.] Who on earth is Jimmy McCavern? Over the last 12
months, you've been making approaches to various men across the country who you
think might be able to help you in your cause. McCavern is one of these men. He
runs the east Glasgow shipyards. He killed an associate of mine. I want to know
what your strategy is. That one's your brother, yes? Yes, and I'm his business
adviser. We would like to talk business. Michael. Michael Gray. You lost all your
cousin's money in America, playing the fool. [HE TUTS.] A nightclub in Detroit
called the Gladiator was your regular. You lost the money and found a wife there.
And poor old Arthur Shelby standing there at the window is afraid his wife will
never return. [CHAIR CREAKS.] My spies tell me she's been seen with another man.
Arthur Arthur. And bingo. 20 seconds in, and I have them speaking their wog lingo.
[HE SIGHS.] Mr Shelby, I do have plans. I will have need of men like you. Except,
of course, there is no other man like you. You, in particular, I need. But, please,
don't imagine I would trouble myself with turf wars. You have many enemies. Shuffle
the pack and pick another card. That investigation of the dead journalist, the
queer I've made that go away. Read it and, uh, come back to me. Next time, bring
only an open mind and a cigar to celebrate our union. [DOOR CLOSES.] [HE CLEARS HIS
THROAT.] What the fuck was that all about, Tom? Fuck. Fuck. Arthur! Do not let them
get inside your head. That's exactly how these people work. Who the fuck are these
people, hmm? Who the fuck are they?! I've just been invited [HE CLEARS HIS THROAT.]
to become the deputy leader of a brand-new political party. These people say they
are the future. Do you want a drink? I've stopped. So, what have you decided? I've
been talking to the Friends. - What friends? - Quakers. Friends who meet at the
meeting house in Bournville. I'm staying in Bournville. And what do they say? They
say I've been led astray. If you've come to talk about redemption, you're talking
to the wrong person. I also went to a solicitor. They heard my name was Shelby, and
suddenly they were too busy. To divorce a Shelby man, you have to go to a solicitor
in London. I found one. He said he'd represent me. But I put the phone down. Not
through fear. I chose this life. It didn't choose me. Also, Lizzie, one of the
Friends is a man. He listens to me when I talk. His wife died of the Spanish flu.
He has a daughter. And you're considering making this daughter an orphan? - Nothing
has happened. - Nor will it. He would die without his eyes. And out of kindness,
Tommy would offer his daughter a place in one of his institutions for orphaned
girls. Or even take her into the family. And it would begin again. What is the
thing, Linda? The thing you can't put aside? It's not Arthur. It's who I am when
he's there. God hears every filthy word in my head, knows every dirty thing. And
your Friends don't use filthy words? If I fall this time, I'll fall all the way.
Perhaps it's what you deserve, with your filthy words. I used to fuck seven men a
day, and now I'm learning how to ride a horse side-saddle. There's good and there's
evil. There's both mixed. And that's Arthur and you and me? You don't get what you
deserve, you get what you take. What about him? He's making up his mind. [FOOTSTEPS
APPROACH.] [DOOR OPENS.] Someone called Polly Gray to see you. Yes or no? Yes.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDE.] [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.] I've come to take you to the clinic. I
already told Michael, my husband or no-one. I've got a car. They have taxis, even
in this fucking city. Look, if they don't hear a heartbeat, they're going to give
you options. None of them are nice. I had my check-up three days ago. They heard a
beating heart. But if they had told me that baby had died inside of me, I would
have wanted someone with me. My husband may do as he's told, but, er, I don't.
Look, if they hear a heartbeat, you won't need anybody with you, cos you'll have
the baby with you. So I will leave you alone. But if you get in a taxi in this city
and they hear your accent, they'll take you on a grand tour. Come on. So, when will
Mum be home? She said she had to go to Birmingham. Do you want me to cook you
something? Cook? You're a man. This is really not fair. Your mother never told me
you were this good. I'm in a club. I'm the champion. I beat people even older than
you. Even older than me? At school, some of the children say that black people and
Jews are worse. Worse than what? Than anything. And one teacher, Mr Hudson, he
calls my friend a little Jew boy. [HE SIGHS.] Karl, these days, there are some very
stupid people saying some very stupid things. OK? What do you think? Checkmate. I
think, I don't want you to be
my dad. Cos my dad's white and he's in heaven. POLLY: I came to see you in
hospital to tell you there's a strategy in place, not to break you out. Don't
worry, my sister will look after me. You must stay here, and you'll let Tommy deal
with the men who killed your son. You're 45 today. I'm probably a bit older than
that. Probably. I've dealt death. Now death has dealt with me. I have one more
killing to do then I'll be done. Happy birthday, Polly Gray. [GREET IN ROMANY.] Get
a car and a driver. Find out where the Fury family are camped. I need their men to
help me. I'll need my hunting rifle, 50 bullets. I'm going to Scotland. Tonight.
[KEY RATTLES IN LOCK.] BEN: I was expecting Ada. Yeah. Give you a key, did she? I
was meant to meet her today, but she said had to go to Birmingham. Yes. Tommy sent
her on a mission. She's doing my job for me. - Where's Karl, eh? Where's the boy? -
He went to buy an ice cream. Ada said to tell you she'd be late. - You knew I'd be
here? - Yeah, we knew you'd be here. We have some business for you. [SNIFFING.] [HE
SIGHS.] Any business I have with you, Mr Shelby, is meant to be strictly
confidential. Ah, Michael. You still have shit on your shoes. My associate here can
evidently smell it. - I don't mean any offence. - Here, Michael, go and find Karl
and buy him an ice cream, eh? The man doesn't trust you. Fuck you, Tom. You know
Gina phoned. The baby's heart's beating strong. And I swear to God, Tom, by the
time that baby draws its first breath, you and I will be done. And you will be
king. Is that it, Michael? You know, Tom, there are doctors in London now who can
talk their way into your head, dig out all the shit. Perhaps, you should see one.
[HE COUGHS.] You're still not alone. Me brother and I are the same person. Here.
Here's a letter from Mosley. You should read it. [HE CLEARS HIS THROAT.] What
investigation is he talking about? Two weeks ago, a journalist was killed in Maida
Vale. The night before, he'd come to me about some story he was going to write
about me. We had nothing to do with that killing. Mosley wants you as his deputy?
His constituency is Smethwick. It borders my own. He wants Birmingham as his
stronghold. He knows I've strong support among working people. We help him out at
rallies, show up at some town hall meetings. Right, and why are you showing this
letter to me? A Minister of State who may have seditious intentions. There's no
proof of sedition in this letter. You work in intelligence, Younger. You don't need
proof. Give it to your superiors. Mr Shelby, I have a very specific brief. My brief
is specifically to gather information on the activities of communists. Your
immediate superior in the intelligence unit is a Colonel Patrick Wyatt, yeah? I
understand he regularly plays polo with Oswald Mosley. They share membership of
various clubs in London and Birmingham. I have specific orders. I am a soldier. You
think you can join this family? I have no intention of joining a family. Well,
thank fuck for that, cos, er, you'd hate our weddings. Thought you said this was
about business. Yes, family business and government business, all in one envelope.
Younger, listen to me. Forget about Ada. Forget about weddings. You know what
Mosley represents. You know his philosophy. I am planning to reply to him and tell
him that I'm making up my mind. But in the meantime, you need to give me
instruction. I could fight him on my own, if I have to, or I could join his
organisation and undermine him on behalf of the King. But you need to make a
decision. I suppose there are a few things I can do on my own initiative. [HE
SIGHS.] [CLATTERING.] On your fucking feet. Hello, Tom. I thought you were staying
over in London. Hello, Johnny. How are you, eh? How are your ribs? You managing? -
Just about Tom, yeah. - Yeah? Good. And who's that? Is it Maisie, or is it Clara?
Ah! Sandra. Well, may I say, your breakfasts are a great improvement. Mr Shelby,
I'm sorry. Don't worry, Sandra. The only way to get fired from this household is
through burnt toast or talking to the police. Go on, go to bed. And, Sandra
everything Johnny said is lies. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny [DOOR CLOSES.] While you was
gone, I got a message, Tom. A cousin of Aberama Gold galloped from Meriden. He said
Aberama wants you to know that he's gone to Scotland to deal with his business
himself, and that you'd know what that meant. Fuck! The boy said Aberama arrived
from the hospital in Polly's Bentley. She fucking helped him. She fucking helped
him! But it can't be love, cos it's Polly. Cos it's fucking Polly. All right,
Johnny. I have a job for you. Tom, I'm in a lot of pain here. I need you to go and
find Aberama Gold. He has kin on the Lothian border, the Fury family. Ah, for
fuck's sake, Tom! The Furys, they don't even use words to fucking talk. Just hand
gestures and fucking howls. You will go to them and you will find him. Tom, I am in
fucking pain here. - Yeah, you appear to be managing. - I said I was just managing.
Well, you can just manage to sit in a car with Arthur and follow the patrin to find
the Fury family. Arthur will take care of everything that requires bones and
muscles. I warned you, Tom. The Golds'll be the death of one of us. [DOOR CLOSES.]
And it looks like it's going to be fucking me! [HE GROANS.] Well, go on, open it.
So you heard the baby's heartbeat today. Beats so fast. Would have been a birthday
gift enough. A new life. Liberty. Freedom. Feels like a weapon. I only came because
Michael's driving back from London and he said he didn't want you to be on your
own. So Whose idea was the gift of freedom? Mine. You want to take Michael and the
baby to New York? Yes. The baby will have two grandmothers. The other one lives The
other one lives amongst human beings. The other one is a human being. It's all
right, I'm not drunk. I'm just free. So, what do you want? My approval? Your help.
Michael wants you to come with us. We can all live in Long Island, right on the
beach. Isn't Long Island in Australia? Or is it in California, amongst the Indians?
It's in New York, Polly. You see, we all try and get away. But we never do. I wish
I felt that heartbeat today. You're starting to sound a little sorry for yourself.
I'm an American. We don't just go round and round and round. We go in a straight
line. And my baby will be born in New York. I'm not happy about moving this meeting
to licensed premises. You've saved your union the train fare, and you hate London
anyway. We're looking for popular speakers for our upcoming rally. You're making
quite a name for yourself in the Commons. Betty! What are you drinking? Water. -
Bottle of champagne, Betty. - You'll drink it on your own. That's the idea. Shall
we sit down, Miss Eden? [CORK CLATTERS.] Revolution. So, how is life as a
socialist? This glass. The bubbles. They rise to the top. Each bubble has the same
chance to rise. That is a very peculiar form of socialism. And this bottle. Once
the cork comes out you can't get it back in. You need to finish what you started.
It's cleverness, that's all. So you're playing at this. People can be turned
around. Even your people. - My people? - Yeah. For them, it's just the same.
Communism. Fascism. For most people, it's an apple and an apple. Fascism is the
subject of the rally. I want you to speak against it. In answer to your question I
cannot address your rally because it's not part of the current strategy. Are you
OK, Thomas? Do you want a man to carry you home? [GLASS TUMBLES.] I knew we should
not have had this meeting on licensed premises. [DOOR CLOSES.] GRACE: Happy or sad,
Thomas? I warn you, I'll break your heart. [HE COUGHS.] I didn't expect you home.
Frances said Linda was here today. Frances has a very specific loyalty, doesn't
she? Well, people are loyal to those who pay their wages. Also, Maggie at the
exchange said you made some calls. Then you'll know I called a solicitor. Did
Maggie listen in to the conversation? He said he'd represent me. But I put the
phone down. There and then, I made a decision. And when I heard your car pull up, I
got changed. You said, in your head, you still pay for it. So I've decided to
continue to take the payment and balance my heart against my head, as though it
were a book of accounts. - I value my head a shilling more. - Huh! When was the
last time you had to worry about shillings, eh? People are loyal to those who pay
their wages. That's why I'll be loyal to you. But this is the deal. You don't fuck
anybody else in my house, nor within a day of holding our child by the hand. A day
on either side. And you let me in sometimes. Into your head. To clear it out. That
what needs clearing out. Agreed. And this Always. The deal is you belong to me. My
property. No-one touches my property. I touch myself, but it's still you anyway. So
that's why I put the phone down. No, Tom. We do it in the bed at least. [HE
GROANS.] Everything is mine, Lizzie. Everything. [PHONE RINGS.] [HE GRUNTS.]
[RINGING CONTINUES.] [PHONE CLICKS.] TOM: Arthur. - Hmm? - Frances was right. Linda
was here today. Fuck. What did she say, huh? - I just want to talk to her, that's
all. - Arthur, listen. First, I need you to go to Scotland and bring back Aberama
Gold. Then we'll go and we'll find Linda. No, no, no, no. I'll keep calling you,
Tom. You know I will. I'll call this number back again, again and again. If you
don't answer, I'll jump in my fucking car and I'll drive to your house, you know I
will. I'll stay there all night if I have to. I won't go nowhere, not Scotland till
you tell me what it is you know. Right, listen to me. I don't have an address. But
she's with the Quakers in Bournville. Apparently, there is someone who is a Friend.
He had a wife who died from Spanish flu in 1918. And he has a daughter. That should
be enough to find him. Arthur Just talk to him and get a message to Linda. Nothing
happened,
Arthur. He's a Quaker, a Friend. They're not like us, they talk. Oh, I'll speak to
him. Man to man. And then, after that I'll go up north, hmm. Deal with our
business. I promise you. Arthur. Arthur, listen to me [DOOR CLOSES.] LIZZIE: Who
were you talking to? I have to ask you, cos Maggie at the exchange won't tell me.
Who was it? Was it Arthur? I need my brother in one piece. Arthur makes his own
decisions. You marry a Shelby, you stay fucking married. Fuck. Well, look at this,
hmm. Can I help you? Yeah, I think you can. I'm looking for Linda Shelby. Do you
know her? Eh? I'm Arthur. Her husband. If you're her husband, she doesn't want to
talk to you. Well, look at you. [HE CHUCKLES.] Ain't you smart? Eh? What, you got
all the fucking answers, have you? Well, let's try you with another one. Eh? Let's
try you with another one. How about How about we search for the fucking truth
within, hmm? Let's have a look, eh? Let's have a look. See what we've got inside
here, eh? - [HE GROANS.] - You fucking bastard! Eh? You want to keep looking, eh?
She'll go She'll lay belief on you But she won't stake her life on you How can life
become her point of view? And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afraid of the
room Touch the fullness of her breast Feel the love of her caress Hey, I will ask
you again. - Eh? Eh? - [HE GROANS.] I'll ask you again. Where is she? Eh? Where is
she? - Eh? Eh? - No. No, no, no She will be your living end [KNIFE SLICES.] [HE
PANTS.] I'm a good man. I'm a fucking good man, like you. A God-fearing man. There
is good in my heart. HE SHOUTS: There is good in my heart! But my hands These hands
belong to the devil. The fucking devil! Wait Who are you? Did she come back? No. Is
she in Scotland? Is that why you're going? No, she's not in fucking Scotland,
Charlie. Whisky. We want whisky. Maps. Cigars. Load the van, we want it all. Who's
"we?" Me and Johnny Dogs. Ah. So it's you and Johnny Dogs against Scotland? You
know, at the BSA, our friends could get you some of them new artillery cannons that
fire ten shells a second. You can mount one on the roof of your fucking car.
Petrol. We need petrol. It's so far up north, they run out of the bloody stuff.
Yeah. Still riding round on fucking chariots, they are. Curly, Arthur is going to
Scotland, so he needs hand grenades. - How many? - Fuck's sake, it's like it's
normal. Our friends at the BSA still have lots left from the war, but we can't give
them Get me some hand grenades, Curly, eh? Hmm? You find 'em back there, eh? Good
boy, yeah? You get me some. Put them on my account. Yeah. How many? - Three, Curly.
- Three. Three. Find a way of getting her back, Arthur. Without her, you're as good
as dead already. That's them, the Billy Boys! Gentlemen. You have just crossed the
border into the County of East Tollcross. Now, according to the unwritten
constitution of Tollcross County, Gypsies, Catholics and other criminally minded
individuals are not allowed to work the roads of our Protestant district on account
of the poor quality of their labour. So, my own boys will be taking over from here.
We will be needing your tools, your tar, your burner and your transportation.
You're Gypsies, you can easily steal another. I have the keys to the truck. [KEYS
RATTLE.] Ah! [BONES CRUNCH.] [GROANING.] Now I want you boys to take a message back
to Jimmy McCavern. You killed my son. You hoisted him on a cross! Now, in this gun
there's a bullet and on it is carved the name McCavern. And when the time comes for
his crucifixion, it will be me who drives in the nails. [ANGUISHED SCREAMS.] [GASPS
AND SCREAMS.] [BUCKET CLATTERS.] [SCREAMING CONTINUES.] Mr Shelby! At last you are
alone. I think we'll make quite the team. The pheasants won't know what hit them.
[WINGS FLUTTER.] [GUNSHOTS.] You're a fine shot, Mr Shelby. You were in the
yeomanry, yes? Were you cavalry? You won the Distinguished Service Medal. That'll
help. With what? Two months ago, I was in Rome. I met Mr Mussolini. You and I and
men like him we will shape the future. When will you resign from the Labour Party?
The day before I announce the formation of my new party. The British Union of
Fascists will be born on January 1st of next year. The first day of a new decade.
The 1930s, Mr Shelby, will belong to us. Did you bring that cigar? Before we smoke
I have some conditions. It really isn't going to be that kind of relationship. Just
smoke like the fine man you will become. [BIG BEN CHIMES.] Yes, Colonel Ben
Younger. I have an allocated confidential line, code 78. It's me. [HE CLEARS HIS
THROAT.] I've agreed to work with our friend. He's going to announce on January
1st. I need to know that my position as informant against him is officially
sanctioned. [BAND PLAYS.] Today, gentlemen, we are avenging an unprovoked attack on
members of our organisation who were simply carrying out a routine border patrol.
Our enemies are Gypsies, members of a race destined for natural eradication anyway,
due to what the scientists call selection. And since these beggars are unchristened
and unregistered, the local constabulary will as soon drop them in a communal grave
as find a name for a gravestone. So proceed in any manner you choose to find the
fugitive we seek. [PISTOL COCKS.] Morning, Mr Gold. [BAND APPROACHES.] The Billy
Boys are coming for you. How the fuck did you find me? - How the fuck did they find
me? - I kind of let it slip. Give you no choice, eh? What, hmm? What? And a Bentley
outside, the engine running. Fastest engine in the world, apparently, which is
good. We've got two minutes to get out of here. [BAND AND ENGINE STOP.] We are
officers of the East Lanarkshire Special Constabulary. We are seeking a man by the
name of Aberama Gold. Hand the gentleman over, and no-one else will be harmed.
Fuck! Take cover! So, Tommy Shelby [HE INHALES.] it's war you want it's war you
shall have. MUSIC: [Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds.] On a gathering
storm Comes a tall, handsome man In a dusty, black coat With a red right hand His
shadow is cast Wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand.

Season 5 Episode 4
1 You've both met bad men before. The man we're about to meet is the devil. MOSLEY:
Michael Gray. You lost all your cousin's money in America, playing the fool. And
poor old Arthur Shelby is afraid his wife will never return. [HE SPEAKS OWN
DIALECT.] There's a bullet, and on it is carved the name "McCavern". If it's war
you want, it's war you shall have. I've been talking to the Friends. One of the
Friends is a man. He would die without his eyes. These hands belong to the devil!
By the time my baby draws its first breath, you and I will be done. THOMAS: And you
will be king. This programme contains strong language MUSIC: [Papi Pacify by FKA
Twigs (Anna Calvi).] Tell me I'm the only one Oh Show Didn't know. Happy or sad,
Tommy? Tell me you're the one that I can call Even if You choke. [ENGINE RUMBLES.]
Mr Shelby. My bullets ache to get inside your tinker head. Up to our knees in
Fenian blood Surrender or you'll die We are the Brigton Derry Billy Boys.
[GUNSHOTS.] [DUCKS QUACK.] You know, it's a pity. I was looking forward to killing
you. You're at the back of a long queue. My white flag is a flag of truce. Yours is
more a flag of surrender. Whatever you say, Mr McCavern, the colour is the same.
The outcome is the same. I believe we've friends in common. We should postpone our
war. Your brother left me a hand grenade. He sends his apologies. You left me land
mines. For which I too apologise. Then peace it is. Your message said you wanted to
seal our truce with some business. Since we're men of similar interests and
distribution networks, I thought we might use our temporary settlement for our
mutual benefit. You stand in a yard full of scrap metal and stolen goods, and you
talk like a politician. No, nothing here is stolen, Mr McCavern. Charlie simply
finds things before they're lost. The nature of the deal is explained in my
proposal. I've booked you a suite at the Midland Hotel. If you need anything in
this city, just mention my name. So you want to impress me, Mr Shelby? Isiah. Also
in the envelope is a cheque for £500. For your wife. She can use it to buy a black
dress, rent a black horse with black feathers, to pull a black carriage with your
body in it, should you break the terms of the white flag. Now, please, enjoy the
city it's my honour to represent. This week, I've managed to get to the people at
York and Lincoln City. I mean, they're the teams that are losing. I got to them.
Right, go on. Go on, take your time. Mm. I got to the goalkeepers, they all said
£5 is enough. I, erm I've written to the, er, people at Tranmere Rovers because
the phone you put into my into my house stopped working. So I'm going to need
another one of those. OK. Once we've got that fixed, hey, then we'll have all the
names and numbers of the First Division referees. - The First? - Yeah. Ah, shit,
shit, shit, shit. Come on, come on, come on. Listen, listen to me. Come on, now. No
need for that. Hm? Yeah. We need you to find out what they like. You know, what
gets them going. Cos a lot of them are comfortable. A fiver's nothing to them. We
need you to find out what they really like playing. Yes. See, cos we can offer them
that. Oh, yeah. Shelby Company Limited, we can offer them all the lovely things
people like. Hm? We can also offer 'em protection from the things they don't like.
You ever touch my family ever York. Lincoln. Hm. Tranmere Rovers. Hm? Mm-hm. - Bye,
Finn. - Goodbye, brother. Shit. THOMAS: It's all right, Mrs Connors. You can carry
on. It's just me brother. So tell me how it happened? MRS CONNORS: They were
sleeping downstairs. And then my husband came home drunk from the Marquis, even
though he just lost his job. We don't have any money. Anyway, he came to bed. But
downstairs, they must have heard a noise. They woke up. They started, er, calling
out. They woke my husband up, and when he's drunk, you don't wake him up. And what
happened then, Mrs Connors? He, erm He He went downstairs. He killed them.
Strangled them. All three of them. [HE SIGHS.] And you've, erm You've you've
brought their bodies here today with you? Proof, Mr Shelby. [ARTHUR CHUCKLES.]
Their singing was the only pretty thing in my life. I don't care my husband beats
me but not this. Mrs Connors, we have your address. We will speak to your husband.
My brother here will go to the Bull Ring market today, and buy you three new
goldfinches, and have them delivered to your door. The same colours and, you know,
feathers. The new ones I will call Thomas, Arthur and Finn. That'll make him pause,
even when he's drunk. Good day, Mr Shelby. You take care, Mrs Connors. Bye. I don't
know how you do this, Tom. I really don't! You learn things, Arthur. That woman has
only two rooms downstairs. Her husband has lost his job and he beats her. And yet,
the thing that brings her to see her Member of Parliament is songbirds. Now, that's
politics, Arthur. It's not for me. Anyway, look. That list of losers. How much have
we made on the football? Ten grand this week. Finn showing promise, Tom. Maybe we
should put him on the tracks. Just a thought. [KNOCK ON DOOR.] - Finn? - Yeah? -
Your lunchtime delivery. - Bring her in. [HE SNORTS.] Tommy, the next fella wants
to see both of you. - Do you know his face? - No. He's Chinese. Chinese in our pub?
Tom THOMAS: All right. Slowly, Micky, let him in. Three little birds, eh, Tommy,
Finn and Arthur. Mr Thomas. Mr Arthur. [DOOR CLOSES.] [HE SIGHS.] My name is
Brilliant Chang. Brilliant Chang is dead. Perhaps. Sometimes I wonder, "Is this
heaven?" [HE CHUCKLES.] Doesn't smell like heaven so I would say I have survived. -
What happened to Maggie? - You don't like me? I like everything. I like fucking
everything. [PHONE RINGS.] You should answer the phone, Mr Shelby. Micky, bring
that phone here now. [RINGING CONTINUES.] Hello? FINN: Arthur! Arthur! I sent a
woman with a gun to your youngest brother's office. - ARTHUR: All right, Finn. -
FINN: Right, right. What the fuck is going on? Do you want to die again, Chang?
Huh? Good. The guns are pointed. Now we are all concentrating. The moment is now
pure. Purity is not necessary. Displays are not necessary. They said, "Tommy
Shelby. "That door will need some kicking down. " When you walked through that
door, it was open. You don't need to do anything to get my attention. Now, what
exactly do you want? [HE SIGHS.] Do you have a match, Mr Shelby? Anything happens
to my brother, Chang you die. If you die here today, we'll bury you face down with
no hands. - You'll go straight to hell. - I don't care about rituals. I am a
rationalist, Mr Shelby. Well, tell your friend on the phone to put her gun down,
and we can all have a talk. [GUNSHOT.] Hold your fire, brother! Hold your fire! [HE
PANTS.] I'm all right. She fired into the ceiling. Finn's all right. Finn's OK.
Give me your order! Mm. Give me your order, Tommy! Yes or no? At ease. I said, at
ease. May I take something from my pocket, Mr Shelby? [HE COUGHS.] That is the
purest opium that has ever arrived in Europe. No salt, no flour, no lies. Pure
truth. Came off a ship called the Capital, out of Shanghai. Docked at Poplar a week
ago. The stevedores were held at gunpoint. Chinese unloaded the cargo by the light
of lanterns. A foreman at the dock estimated there was seven tonnes of the stuff. I
made a note at the time. I spoke to that particular foreman and I worked out that
seven tonnes of pure opium crystals would be worth approximately, £1,190,000 on
international markets. [CHANG LAUGHS.] The big crash. Hm? Wall Street. Now we all
keep our ears open for opportunities. - What the fuck is going on? - What are you
playing at? [GUNSHOT.] Finn, we are conducting a piece of business. She had a gun
to my fucking head! But your trousers are dry. You didn't piss yourself. - He
didn't piss himself, Arthur. - Well done, Finn. You had a dispute with a lady and
you didn't piss yourself. And Arthur here tells me we should put you on the tracks.
Going to be a good day for you after all, Finn. - Give me that! - Hey! Always have
your whores searched at the door. If I see that bitch on the street, I'll fucking
cut her. Yeah, all right. All right, come on. [DOOR CLOSES.] This is a gift, Mr
Shelby. A gesture of goodwill. I'll throw it in the canal. Canals are the idea.
Right, Chang? I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man the evil man Yeah,
I'm the man I'm the man The one you hate Don't you understand? He's like, ooh, the
man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man. I'm sorry for calling the meeting here,
but the location is part of the deal. ARTHUR: What fucking deal? How does it feel
to be barefoot in the mud again, Pol? It makes me feel young. What fucking deal?
Four boats. Four days. Up the Grand Union from Poplar to here. Half the cargo is
coal and underneath the coal, pure opium crystal. Opium? I vote against it. They
can't use trucks because the Chinese drivers get stopped by the police. They need
to get it out of London because all the warehouses are being searched by Customs.
The seven tonnes is bound for San Francisco, but the outward ship doesn't sail for
seven days, from Liverpool. They need somewhere safe to store it. All we have to do
is take it up the canal and keep it here for a week. We don't fuck with the
Chinese, though, Tom. Dad always said it. Ask yourself, would he turn down
£250,000 to drive four boats up the canal with no prospect of inspection? I vote
against it, Tom. Hm. - Mmm. - Polly? £250,000. That's half of what Michael lost in
Chicago. I will ask him to take charge of this business. Michael's position will be
reinstated in the company? His period of quarantine would be over. Think about it,
brother. Four boats sailing up the cut, smelling of wood smoke and bacon. And which
one of Charlie's Gypsy didicoy friends do you trust, Tom, eh, with a cargo worth
£1 million? I've already made provision. I'm needed at a meeting. Let's
vote. Those in favour. [ARTHUR GRUNTS.] Motion carried. Arthur, tell Charlie we
need four boats and four tonnes of coal before it gets dark. They sail south
tonight. And don't forget to go to the Bull Ring and get them three songbirds,
Arthur. Yes, Tommy. Fuck! What have you heard, Pol? The man you cut went to the
police but we dealt with it. Is she with him? If she was, it would be your fault,
Arthur. But they say his face is so badly cut he's hard to look at. So I would say
not. I would also say it is time to give up on Linda, find someone else who might
be able to put your fires out. I can't, though, Pol. I fucking can't! And that's
it. That's it. Whisky? Thank you, no. For reasons I can't divulge, I need to keep
Jimmy McCavern alive. But I've already got a time and a place for the killing. You
see? A little alleyway by a shipyard canteen. A girl called Karen, who hates him,
who will give him up. I have the sound of cranes and winches to cover the gunshot.
I've got a Bentley to get me away. The war with the Billy Boys is postponed. We've
made peace. We're going to do business together. When that business is done, he's
all yours. You can avenge the death of your son in any way you see fit. You mean
when YOU say. When you check that little stopwatch you've got that controls the
turning of the Earth. Yeah. And then you will marry, and you will settle. Marry?
Marry who, Mr Shelby? Just let me understand you. Do you mean that Polly is part of
this deal? Yeah. Well, Holy Lord God, Tommy Shelby OBE, does your vanity have no
limits? I believe it is called "the ego" these days. [CLEARS HIS THROAT.] I read
books. You sit on your throne and you instruct Polly Gray, who is of far richer
blood than you, as to when she can and when she can't marry. Oh, no, she instructs
herself. She has her own strategies. And we are of the same blood. She will marry
you, but only if you agree to postpone any attack on McCavern until this business
is done. So she is some young Gypsy bride that's yours to give away. Young she is,
when she's barefoot on the cobbles. What about a dowry, then, Mr Shelby? If it's
going to be done in the old way, well, you know, you throw in a few coloured ponies
or I'm having an event at me house. You are invited. Polly will be there. There
will be candles and violins and dancing. Polly wants you to propose in the proper
way, and then she will give you her terms of acceptance. Inviting you for this
purpose was Polly's idea. - You can't read? - I don't read. - It's Swan Lake. -
Ballet? Yeah. Apparently, it's about love. Polly says that, for now, love must
defeat revenge. As a result of the greed and the excess of a small number of
bankers, financiers and other feckless gamblers. - [MURMURS OF AGREEMENT.] - This
comprehensive document, pleading for Government intervention in all areas of
economic life, represents not just socialism, but a new breed of National
Socialism. [MURMURS AND GROANS.] And I believe I believe that the leaders of my own
party have been very foolish to reject it. [UPROAR CLEARS HIS THROAT.] How on Earth
did you get a ballet company to come to your bloody house? It's an independent
dance company dedicated to bringing ballet to the people. We share a philosophy.
I'm a patron. [CLEARS HIS THROAT.] I also gave them a lot of money. Oh. And this
date is your wife's birthday. Yeah. The party is for her. And she likes ballet,
your wife? Why wouldn't she? It's just Well, you see, I did some research into her.
Into her past. If you want to buy her a gift, she likes diamonds. Now that we are
going to be conquering the world together, we need to have no secrets. We should
know each other's weaknesses. Your wife has led an interesting life. It may even be
possible that, as a younger man in Birmingham, I came across her. My friends and I
would sometimes go to nightclubs in the south of town. Well, if you recognise her,
maybe you can talk about old times, eh? Maybe, if we have met before, your wife and
I could even renew our acquaintance. I am invited to stay the night, yes? I too
have done some research, Sir Oswald. Yeah. I researched your wife and your wife's
younger sister, and your wife's stepmother, Lady Curzon, all of whom you are
fucking. If such things were to take place on a narrow boat, the Church would get
involved. But it's not happening on a narrow boat. No. It's taking place in your
apartment, in your country house, sometimes even in your office here in the House
of Commons. So no secrets. And, yes, yes, you are invited to stay the night with
whichever member of your family finds favour. Now, if you don't mind, I was about
to leave, I need to lock up me office. Actually, I will come alone. In society, you
are judged by your hospitality. I will expect adventure. Such rogues we are, aren't
we? Sing like songbirds in the House. And then, afterwards, relieve ourselves in
the bodies of whomever we choose. Two men for whom forbidding is forbidden. It
should be quite the party. [HE EXHALES.] [SLOW BREATHING.] You have to listen to
the voices that you hear. Do what they tell you to do. [BREATHS CONTINUE.] You
don't even have to rub the lamp any more to summon the genie. It wasn't the blue
stone, Tommy. It was you. It was you. [BREATHS AND HEARTBEATS.] [HEARTBEATS
QUICKEN.] [SLOW BREATHS CONTINUE.] [SLOW BREATHS CONTINUE.] [BANGING ON DOOR.] Who
is it? It's Tommy's car outside. It's him. I'll get it. What's happened? Nothing's
happened. I'm all right. Come in. Do you want a drink? - No. - No? No. I have some
information for the intelligence officer on conversations with Mosley. He's
planning to put forward proposals on building works. He, erm [CLEARS HIS THROAT.]
He wants the Communists to consider his new party as fraternal, which means his
activities are now part of your official remit? Yeah? Mr Shelby, it's 2am. You can
make your report any time. - Why don't you stay tonight? - No. I'll leave you two
to Yes, goodnight. [THOMAS CLEARS HIS THROAT.] I stood on a bridge tonight, Ada.
And I looked down. And Grace was there but she was still alive. Tom, have you still
been taking laudanum? The fucking name of the barge was The January. Our dad's
boat. The boat I was born on. We've never got nothing. We've never got nothing. And
we never fucking will. Dr Brooke said that you never arrived for your appointment,
Tom. No. There's nothing in his books of any use to a man like me. They talk about
guilt. Eh? Guilt! What fucking guilt? - The black barge. - No. No, that's not it.
That's not it. He had it right. Mosley had it right. He said, "Forbidding is
forbidden to us. "We can do anything. Nothing can stop us. " But there's a part of
me that is unfamiliar to myself. And I keep finding myself there. And only The
January can get me away. Will you at least try the doctors again, Tom? Well, then
at least throw away your opium. It's that that causes the visions. Just throw it
away. While it's there, it's a temptation. [HE SIGHS.] How much have you got left?
Seven tonnes. - Seven tonnes? - Yeah. I'd hate for it to run out, Ada. [SHE
SCOFFS.] You do me a favour? When that kid of yours arrives, keep it away from me.
A fucking ballet. He wants to impress someone. And I'm invited? You and Gina. Why?
Because he wants to give you the chance to come back properly. - Coal haulage? -
Yeah. Tommy wants you to reopen those books and become managing director. So I've
come back from Detroit to become a coalman? The first delivery is bound for San
Francisco, but if it works Tommy thinks he can find distribution for it here. And
this, erm, this coal - is it snow white? - No. Golden brown. Fuck. This is your
opportunity, Michael. There is more money in this than there is in all the other
parts of our business put together. Tommy knows what opium does to people. Tommy
knows what whisky does to people. He got an OBE for selling it. I'll speak to Gina.
SHE SCOFFS: You'll what? I will consult my wife. Your father ran this business for
a bit. And he shipped coal. Real coal. Just coal. And his fingernails and his
eyelids and his ears were black with it. And the merchants would offer them one
price and then only pay half, because they could. And that was wrong, Michael. Run
your hands through it, get it under your skin and then see if Gina will let you lay
a finger on her. [COAL CLATTERS.] I think golden brown is more to her taste.
Especially when you tell her how much money you're going to earn. [DOOR OPENS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.] Now we're in business together, I should ask, which foot do you kick
the ball with, Mr Shelby? I have no religion. Some nights, I wish I had. He's kin?
Yeah. And the simple fellow? He's a lot less simple than you might at first think.
Do you trust them? Right. So I take a boatload. No. Ten sacks to start with, so you
can test the market. Then we'll deal in boatloads. Cash payment on loading.
£10,000. For that amount, it'll have to be a cheque. I don't take cheques. It'll
be a cheque. I will take a cheque if it's guaranteed by our mutual friend in
London, Mr Mosley. [HE CHUCKLES.] Well, who would've thought I'd be doing business
with fucking Gypsy Catholic scum? Yeah, who'd have thought, eh, Charlie? CHARLIE:
Who would have thought it? Aye, but you're OK. THOMAS: Yeah, I'm only OK until I'm
not OK. Then I'm really not. Delivery in seven days. Cheque guaranteed. Won't your
Chinese friends expect the seven tonnes that leaves London to still be seven tonnes
when it reaches Liverpool? You leave that to me, Mr McCavern. Oh, you mean you're
bold enough to skim the Chinese? [HE CHUCKLES.] You have some kind of death wish,
Mr Shelby? An evening with a tribe of Gypsies. When you've unpacked, there should
be a girl laid on for you. Mr Shelby is a socialist, and believes in equality of
service for all classes. According to the invitation, there'll be an interval at
nine o'clock. Say that you're feeling tired, and we'll leave. Well,
if you see a duke, introduce me. My God, at last! Something you like about
England. Gina, I've been made an offer. To come back into the company. Michael, we
agreed, the baby will be born in New York. Remember? The job is haulage. Supply.
Transport. Opium. - Tommy has made contact - Tommy! Tommy has made contact with
Chinese suppliers who have plantations in the Afghan hills. Pure grade. We will
take delivery and ship it all over Europe. You mean heroin? Yes. And how much would
you make? Conservative estimate, three shipments a year from Shanghai, seven tonnes
each, stand to make approximately £1 million. Per annum. The company will make
three. We could go to New York whenever we wanted. On our own fucking plane. - We
always have to come back, right? - Yes. For £1 million a year, we do. What happens
if you get caught? Tommy has friends. If the ship gets stopped, it'll be the
Chinese who hang. Think about it, Gina. When we move into our house our room for
entertaining will be twice this size. Will it, now? The magazines say that it's all
straight lines and simplicity in the 1930s. Deco is dead. We'll be able to afford
dukes and duchesses. And maybe maybe a princess or two. And the painting on the
wall will be of you. Because Tommy Shelby will be gone, and it will be Michael Gray
arranging the ballet. Where will Tommy be? Where he wants to go to most. Ah. There.
A lord. Actually, I think Mr Mosley's a baronet. Where the fuck is Tommy, anyway?
Tommy HE GROANS: My house. My wife. [SHE MOANS.] We'll let 'em wait. Sir Oswald. Do
I not get announced? Mr Shelby asked me to tell you that he's busy with the
catering preparations and will be joining you shortly. In the meantime, and while
you're waiting, we have opium, cocaine and brandy. I don't use opium or cocaine,
and brandy is for after dinner, not before. I also have a list of options for the
end of the evening. You'll notice that the maids wear name tags. We hired them
specially for those guests staying the night. All things are available except the
ballerinas. And who, might I ask, are you? I am a queen amongst the Romanies. And I
too am unavailable. Lizzie. There's something I didn't tell you about this evening.
Something about our guest. Mosley. It's possible that that you've met him before.
Before when? Before you became who you are. Would you even remember him? Would he
remember you? All I remember is, I drank too much champagne. And I wasn't taking
cash. Lizzie There's a pile of bodies floating by. Let 'em go, Lizzie. Let 'em go.
So that's why you brought me in here. To lay your claim. Yeah. Well, it's a start,
I suppose. He lays a fucking hand on you, he will be meat for Johnny Dogs. You were
indisposed when I arrived. In society, you greet a guest, you don't leave them
hanging looking around like a fucking dog. [THOMAS CLEARS HIS THROAT.] Before we
join the others, I have some business. I need a signature. By the way, your brandy
before dinner thing amuses me, but none of the maids are of interest. And I despise
the use of drugs. Your strategies are very transparent. I'm involved in a
transaction with Jimmy McCavern, your acquaintance from the north. I have no idea
who you mean. I don't trust him. He wants to pay by cheque. I need your signature
as a guarantor on the transaction, should his cheque fail to be honoured. The sum
is £10,000. And what is it he's buying from you? A gin distillery. He's buying me
old one. I'm buying a new one. Hmm. So not only is the truce holding, but you two
are actually doing business. Yeah. But I still don't trust his cheques. If I sign a
cheque guarantee for this man, it is proof of a connection between me and him.
Something you could later use against me. Why would I want to move against you?
You're curious about my weaknesses. And you've learned it's not cocaine, not maids.
But now you will learn my weakness is a tendency to trust people. Do you have a
pen? [MOSLEY CLEARS HIS THROAT.] Mr Shelby. I know you had no classical education,
but I just realised you are the perfect balance between the gods Dionysus and
Apollo. Irrational frenzy controlled by reason and self-reflection. Do you know the
work of Friedrich Nietzsche? - No. - Freud? - Yes. - Ah. There. Your guarantee of
trust. Now, perhaps you could introduce me to your wonderful wife. So, did you
know? What? Oh, that tonight's special guest might have fucked you when you were a
nightclub hostess? Yeah. Lizzie, if we were to strike from our guest lists every
man in Birmingham who you - Yes or no? - Fucking yes. Shit. Sir Oswald, this is my
wife, Elizabeth. Lizzie, Sir Oswald Mosley. Since we all appear to know, and since
knowledge is permission, I'm sure, Mr Shelby, in the spirit of our honest
relationship, you won't mind me saying it was a bottle of champagne and an evening
well spent. Actually, it was an evening wasted. For the champagne and brandy you
bought me! As I recall, it was the booze that put you to sleep a little
prematurely. MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the dance is about to begin. Mr Mosley! A
toast, if I may. To the end of our deal, and the beginning of something more. Happy
birthday, Lizzie. This way. [CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS.] [ARTHUR SNORES.] Polly Gray,
Gypsy queen, will you marry me, a poor commoner who loves you? Let's fuck before
the swan dies. I heard there was a family occasion. Look, I'm sorry, Linda. That
animal inside me, it comes out and I can't stop it. Fuck, Linda. Without you, I c
Come inside, please. His name was Frederick. All we ever did was talk, Arthur. He
just listened. And now he has no face. He's as ugly on the outside as you are on
the inside. May you Peaky Blinders all rot in fucking hell. [GUNSHOT.] Arthur
[APPLAUSE IN DISTANCE.] [APPLAUSE CONTINUES.] In the gathering storm comes a tall,
handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand His shadow is cast
wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand.

Season 5 Episode 5
1 My name is Brilliant Chang. Mr Thomas [HE SNIFFS.] it is the purest opium that
has ever arrived in Europe. Came off a ship called the Capital, out of Shanghai.
This is a gift, Mr Shelby. Canals are the idea, right, Chang? I believe we've
friends in common. We should postpone our war. Your message said you wanted to seal
our truce with some business. I'm involved in a transaction with Jimmy McCavern. I
need your signature as a guarantor on the transaction should his cheque fail to be
honoured. The war with the Billy Boys is postponed. We've made peace. We're going
to do business together. There's a part of me that is unfamiliar to myself and I
keep finding myself there. And only the January can get me away. His name was
Frederick. All we ever did was talk, Arthur. He just listened. And now he has no
face. May you Peaky Blinders all rot [GUNSHOT.] Clear that shit. Clear it! - All
right. - Take her. [LINDA GROANS.] Go outside. Till it's done. Till it's done,
brother. [LINDA GROANS AND PANTS.] Linda, I would have taken your bullet. I
deserved the bullet. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth! [SHE GROANS.]
Linda! Linda, look at me. Linda, you've got a kid. If you die, he'll come to us to
raise. You hear me? I used a derringer. - Shh! - Right. - Shh! - It's still in
there. It's above the bone. Mr Shelby, your guests. Get him out. Arthur! Family
only. Get him out! - Mr Shelby - Get out! Get out! Lizzie, go to the kitchen and
get some iodine. Now! Go! - Shh - [LINDA MUTTERS.] Linda You'll have to bite on
this. - Linda Arthur. - Bite! Come here. Now, it's really going to hurt. [MUFFLED
GASPS.] One, two, three [MUFFLED SCREAM.] [GASPS AND WAILS.] [BULLET CLATTERS.]
You're all right. You're all right. - It's all over. - Hold her. [SCREAMS.] Is she
going to be all right, Tom? Is she going to be all right, Tom? Yeah. Oh, Jesus.
Arthur, come here. Come here. If you love her, go to the library, get some opium. -
Go on. She'll be fine. Go sort it. - Right. [HE EXHALES.] Actually, you can use
mine. Brought a bit to celebrate the wedding proposal. Oh! He proposed, eh? One
knee. Congratulations, Poll. Linda Linda - You're going to have to drink this. -
No. I don't want anything you've touched. 25 seconds. 25 seconds and the pain will
be gone. Even the pain in your head. Right, here you go. Drink. Cushion, Poll.
Right. Oh, Jesus Christ - [SOBS.] - Arthur She's going to be fine. I gave her
something to get her to sleep. She's going to be fine. You should have You should
have let her do it, Poll. You should have let her do it. Arthur You should have let
her do it. Look at me, brother! Look at me! You've got things to do. You've got a
kid. - Yeah. - We need you! - All right? You understand? - Yeah. Aberama wants you
as best man. You hear that? I save his life, he hugs him. Oh I'll do it. No take.
Right, fine. Let him be. Let him be. MOSLEY: Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and
gentlemen I would like to extend our gratitude to the musicians and the dance
company for your wonderful performance. Hear, hear! This has been a wonderful
evening. And not only for the music and the dancing. It has also been about us, the
people gathered here. English people in the very heart of England. [MURMURS OF
AGREEMENT.] There are no people I would rather be among, no place I would rather be
and no time I would rather be alive, because ever since the terrible events of
October, when the money markets betrayed us all [MURMURS OF AGREEMENT.] I have
known that change is coming. The human species has never faced such immense
possibilities, such choices. In the lives of great nations there are moments of
destiny which have swept aside small men of convention and discovered men of the
moment. - Hear, hear! - And our host is such a man. [APPLAUSE.] - For him -
[APPLAUSE CONTINUES.] For him, the little calculations of little men mean nothing.
He is a man well suited to the mighty mood that England is now in. [MURMURS OF
AGREEMENT.] The only reason I say this now, at this moment, on this stage, is
because I have some news. [ALL MURMUR.] Good news, I think. [LAUGHTER.] I'm sure
our host will forgive me if I use this platform, this gathering of friends and like
minds, to give you, his trusted allies, an early announcement of a long-overdue
event. I want to tell you good folk first that with the dawn of a new decade I will
be setting a new course, setting up a new political movement here in the very heart
of England. And Mr Shelby will be with me, shoulder to shoulder. Hear, hear! It
will offer a new conception of politics in which the great character of the
British, our true character, will be reborn. Many of you lost fortunes in the
recent stock market crash. The men of money, the capitalists in New York, the Jews
the money-power, they they run an international system in which the infinite
mobility of money, its capacity to create financial chaos and panic, can bring down
any government that dares for one moment to oppose it. For generations, the efforts
of hard-working men like you have equipped our competitors against us. The cotton
mills of India. The cotton mills of Asia. Created with British money but used for
the destruction of Lancashire and Yorkshire! Disgraceful! The usurers of New York,
the sweated labour of the Orient combining to destroy the iron and steel factories
of Warwickshire and Staffordshire. These are policies that could not be pursued by
British statesmen unless they were mad or the servants of Jewish finance! [SHOUTS
OF AGREEMENT.] They are the ones who took your money, but it is I and those who
know this truth who will light a flame the atheists cannot extinguish! [SHOUTS OF
AGREEMENT.] The ranks of our heroes of the Great War have been betrayed again and
again by politicians! But hear this, those of you who fought the Jew war for
nothing, you brave men, you will join hands with the angry youth of Birmingham and
Manchester and London and Liverpool and declare that England lives tonight and
marches on! Well said! I say all this to you now because I believe it is in places
like this, with people like you, that we will have to pass on our message directly.
Our message can be summarised with these words, Britain first. [CHEERING.] As it
should be! And because this is our message, I doubt it'll be reported fairly in the
press. I'm afraid the newspapers of this country are owned by the same vested
interests who took your money. They sell to the people false news to raise the
interests of the faction and the section above the interests of the nation. - Good
man! - So hear my words and pass them on to those with ears to hear. And be
reminded that when the new decade begins, there will be the birth of a new
political party which will speak for you. [SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT.] Well said,
sir. Well said! This party, this new movement, this revolution will be called the
British Union of Fascists. Bravo! Good man! What the fuck are you doing, dealing
with a man like that, Tommy? Yep. You're going to have to trust me. Again. [CLEARS
HIS THROAT.] I'm going to fuck the swan. Somebody go and tell her to come to my
room. How do you know she'll come? Because they always do. Now, forgive me. I'm
going to borrow your husband for a little while. This way. Things like tonight,
that shooting, a family dispute in public, things like that will have to stop. It's
very lower class. It's all been cleared up, Mr Mosley. So, did you learn anything
from my speech tonight? Yes. Yes, I learned many things. Religion was a beast, but
it's dead. You have to ride the new thing when it comes. Like a horse. You grab it.
I looked into the audience and I saw medals and Savile Row suits and bitterness.
They are my people. Your people will be different. Oh, do see the funny side,
Shelby. I do. I do see the funny side. Do you enjoy strategies? Yes, I do. Things
will begin to happen now. So there are some things we need to discuss. I've been
looking into your companies. The Shelby portfolio. Your company lawyer is a Jew. He
will have to go. Of course. Also, our friend Jimmy McCavern has asked for control
of the racecourses north of Wincanton. I decided it is a trifling thing,
considering our new enterprise, so I said yes. In return for what? No return. None.
When our campaign begins, the country will be divided into distinct areas. McCavern
and his men will be our soldiers in the north, controlling rallies and breaking up
demonstrations. In the Midlands, it'll be you. The south Well, I have yet to
decide. Please understand what I'm offering you as we go forward, Mr Shelby. When
we succeed, even the King will not be above us. Power. Like plugging into the
mains. A lighthouse beam. Your millions of dollars safe in Switzerland, and access
to every dirty-minded swan in England. Oh, and also, Shelby drink less. MUSIC:
[Climbing Up The Walls by Radiohead.] I am the keys to the lock in your house That
keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside Put it on. Put the
costume back on. It's always best when the light is off I am the pick in the ice Do
not cry out [LAUGHTER.] You know we're friends till we die And either way you turn
The ballerina and I were wondering whether perhaps you might want to join us. If I
told Tommy, you wouldn't see the morning. Oh, I doubt that very much. You see, he
is being seduced, just as you were. [DOOR CLOSES, KEY TURNS IN LOCK.] Tommy. Tommy!
- Tom! - What?! Lizzie What?! [SIGHS.] Tommy, I swear to God, you're bad. That man
is fucking evil. Lizzie I'm only doing this to bring the bastard down. Yeah, but
why? Tommy? Why? I am supplying the British Government with information on his
organisation, and in return, they are giving me favourable terms on defence
contracts. No. You're doing it because you think somebody should stop him. I saw
your face when he was speaking. You're doing it because you think it's the right
thing to do. All this time, you
just did things that feel nice because you can afford it. Lizzie, please. Please.
Please stop. Don't scare me by saying you see things in my face. I still want
things that feel nice. [LONG SIGH.] [GASPING.] [LINDA MOANS.] Linda Shh. Shh. Linda
Let's go. Hmm? Let's go, let's leave. Let's get in the car. We'll go and pick up
Billy. We'll drive to the docks. Any dock you want. We'll get on a boat. We'll sail
away. You and me. Any destination. Be careful, it's It's broken everywhere. We
leave tonight. Hmm? We'd leave this place. We never come back, Linda. We never come
back. I mean that. We go before it gets light. Say yes. I've got a better idea. You
stay here living inside your head. Inside your life. Inside your war. I'm glad I
didn't shoot you. It would have been a kindness. Now get out. Please [DOOR OPENS
AND CLOSES.] An evening with a bunch of fucking Gypsies. [CHILDREN PLAYING.] Peter!
Peter! Kick it here! Kick it here, mister! This is a cheque guarantee, signed by
Mosley on behalf of a man called Jimmy McCavern. A cheque for what? Well, I said it
was for the sale of a gin distillery. But it doesn't matter. It is direct evidence
of a link between Mosley and the head of an organised criminal network, a
relationship he will try to deny after the bonfire of all conventions. It also
contains the names of MPs who have signed up to the movement and those MPs who are
sympathetic but will not show their hand until the organisation is announced
officially. On the 2nd of January. In Grosvenor House. You might want to write some
of this down. I am experiencing resistance from my superior officers, too. This
isn't intelligence, Younger. This is evidence. Give it to the Branch. Special
Branch? Half of whom spend their lives defending the Union against Fenians and the
other half who spend their lives defending men like Mosley against socialists. I
heard about his speech at your house the other night. Was favourably reported as
the passionate and spontaneous outpouring of a man moved by the emotions of a
ballet. Reported where? Daily Mail. Morning Post. Daily Mirror. It's upper, middle
and working class, all united in admiration. Also, I'm being asked the source of my
information on Mosley. Which you don't divulge? No. And as a result, my six-monthly
review was unfavourable. They're talking about moving me to a black and coloured
desk in Johannesburg. I also suspect there are specific threats to me personally
from an organisation called Section D. I believe you've had a dispute with them in
the past. Sit down, Younger. [SIGHS.] Yeech We are now Section D. And I fucking
beat them. You're a soldier, I'm a soldier. There are elements within the state who
are prepared to kill. We need to meet them unafraid. Spoken like a true believer.
My superiors also ask why the information on Jessie Eden and the Communists has
apparently dried up. Why has it dried up, Mr Shelby? Your sister has an interesting
theory. She thinks perhaps at last Tommy Shelby has actually started to believe in
something. Younger. Please don't listen to my sister's opinions of me. They are
always hopeful. Therefore they are always wrong. [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.] [CHILDREN
PLAYING.] [STEADY BREATHS.] Can you hear me? Look at me. You're going to be all
right. I'll be back. You'll be OK. Look at me. Look at me. It's OK. Fuck! Call an
ambulance! Call Moss! Find out where I can reach Ada. Come on, love. Up you get.
Good girl. Come on, take her. Take her. Come on. Up you get. Up you get. Good boy.
Come on. In you go. Inside. Stay inside. [DOOR OPENS.] [DOOR CLOSES.] Tommy? Let's
sit down, Ada. What's happened? Here, sit down, eh? Ben Younger is dead. Someone
put a bomb in his car. I don't know how you felt about him or how bad this is going
to hurt but whatever happens, just remember you've a baby inside of you. Oh, God.
Anyone you touch Which means anyone I touch. Which means anyone any of us touch. He
never knew I was pregnant. I hadn't told him. I didn't love him. But I liked him.
He was decent and good I wasn't going to marry him. The baby was a mistake, but
that's OK. I didn't ask anything of him. God, he didn't deserve us. Well, I've
spoken to his family, they're going to take care of the funeral. It will go down as
an IRA assassination of a British military officer. And what was it really? It was
a consequence of good intentions. My good intentions. I pushed him to report on the
fascists. I thought it was the right thing to do. And as a result, Section D, or
the Branch, or Intelligence had him killed. There was a kid died in the explosion.
He was ten years old. It's funny isn't it, how it works? - [CLEARS HIS THROAT.] -
Look, Tommy. Don't give yourself this excuse. He was ten years old. If I'd have
stuck to what I do, he'd still be kicking a ball in the street. It's funny, isn't
it? [DOOR CLOSES.] [THUNDER RUMBLES.] [SNIFFS.] [SIGHS.] [STEADY BREATHS.] Push the
button. Unlock the door and come home to me. [ENGINE STARTS.] [ENGINE CHUGS.]
Chinese lanterns. Brass on deck. God fucking help us. ABERAMA: Chang will be
waiting at the dock with the cargo. We weigh it, we load it, we fuck off. ARTHUR:
Where the fuck is Chang? Isiah, take point. Look lively. CHARLIE: Right, there's
your lanterns. Where the fuck are the Chinese? - All right, Charlie. - [COUGHING.]
Arthur, it's Chang! Christ! Get over! Get over. Get over! I knew we shouldn't trust
these fuckers and their fucking lanterns. [BULLETS RICOCHET.] If it's the police,
hold fire. Chang, where's the stuff? Where is it? They didn't look like police.
Smelt of gin. They said they were taking the opium on behalf of the King. Then they
saw your boat coming. So, were they Italian? - Were they Italian? - Irish. Irish, I
think Oh, fuck. Fuck! Charlie, my gun. Give me the gun. Give it up, that's it.
Listen. Listen to me. They're Titanic boys out there, right? They're out of Poplar.
In the war, they were very capable. Very capable soldiers. So was I. I was a
fucking capable soldier, too. Hey! Hey, you fucking bastards! Arthur! Arthur! Stop
firing! Arthur, they've gone. To any of you still alive, you do not fuck with the
Peaky fucking Blinders! [HEAVY DOOR CREAKS OPEN.] [COUGHS.] Huh! Yeah. Here we go.
Chang? Purest ever in Europe. Arthur? There's a dead man in a copper's uniform.
Should I throw him in the cut? No. No, he'll float, won't he, eh? Even Irishmen
fucking float. No, go and fire go and fire the kilns. But there are men working
them. Why do you carry a gun, Isiah, eh? And razor blades in your cap? Cos you're a
Peaky fucking Blinder, that's why. You take that body and you burn it to the bone.
And if anybody speaks to you on that you offer them the chance to burn in that
furnace with him. Right? Yes, Arthur. Yeah. Yeah. Do we know the people who tried
to trick us? The uncles will be mad. Fuck your uncles. And your aunts, your
cousins, all of them, right? Curly! Load this up onto the boat. Let's get back to
Birmingham, eh? Get back to fucking civilisation and find out who's been talking.
Yeah! Now look, the Titanic heard about this, right? That means every gang from
Poplar to Birmingham will want to be here. Well, let 'em come, eh? Let 'em come,
Aberama. Yeah. Oh, let 'em fucking come! MUSIC: [Atmosphere by Joy Division.] Walk
in silence Don't walk away In silence See the danger Always danger Endless talking
Life rebuilding Don't walk away People like you Find it easy Naked to see Walking
on air Don't walk away In silence Don't walk away. [MEN'S SHOUTS ECHO.] Hat and
coat off. Stand up against the wall. For your own safety, I need to search you for
items that could potentially be used as weapons against you. Oh, that's nice. He
was my friend. Yeah, well, he's nobody's friend any more. He's a fucking animal.
Laces out of your shoes. Table. [KEYS JANGLE.] [MAN SHOUTS WILDLY.] Barney?
Visitor. This one's real. [CHUCKLES.] You can wait here. No. I can't. It's your
funeral. - I'll have to lock you in. - Yeah. [DOOR CLANGS, KEY TURNS IN LOCK.]
[CLANG.] [CLANG.] Hello, Barney. Arthur says to say hello. Sergeant Major? You're
alive? Arthur's alive, John's dead, Danny's dead, Freddie's dead Jeremiah preaches
the gospel barefoot. Yeah. And I'm alive. Them as have gone are the lucky ones.
Thanks for the letters you send, Sergeant Major. Yeah, Arthur mostly writes them. I
just just sign them. How the fuck do you write back? With your fucking teeth? No,
they stick the pen up me arse. [CHUCKLES.] [TOMMY SIGHS.] Someone in here said your
name. They said out there you are a politician now. Sometimes I am. I didn't know
if it was real, comrade. I see rats coming out of bodies like at the black wood.
The shit they give me in here Hey, Barney, look at me. Barney, this here is opium
and cyanide. It'll bring on a heart attack. They won't even check the cause. You
won't feel a fucking thing. So, here. You're in here forever, brother. You don't
have the use of your fucking hands. You're still in the tunnels. I can give this to
you now. Do you want it? No. Why not? I know. I know. You still remember that
French waitress. You still going on about that, Tom? Yeah. Did you fuck her before
me? Whoever did gave me the fucking clap. But I'm guessing it was you. - Yes, I
fucked her before you did! - Yeah. - She was beautiful. - She was. She was. And I
reckon I was second best after Barney. Why did you bring the capsule, Tom? You're
in here, Barney, you have no hands, there is no daylight and you don't want to die.
No, I don't. Because one day things might change. Yeah. Things might change. Maybe
they already have. Come here, Barney. Come here. What if I could break you out of
here? Why would you break me out? See, the trouble with the people in here is the
fucking meds they keep you on. Ten years since we were back, Barney, ten fucking
years. Maybe the storm has passed. Passed for you, then, has it, Tom? What would
the world do with me if I was out?
I've a job for you. Fuck! Barney Barney, you were the best fucking sniper in our
company. Never missed. I can use that man. I'll get you the latest BSA, fucking
telescopic sights. Who am I shooting? Fuck do you care, Barney? Get that fucking
thing off, - get you free. - [BANGING ON DOOR.] - Are you all right in there? -
Grand in here. What do you say, Barney? I'll come for you after midnight on
Wednesday. I don't keep track of days, Tom. Don't have to. You'll know it will be
Wednesday, cos there'll be a big fucking bang. All right. [BANGS ON DOOR.] Big
fucking bang. [DOOR OPENS.] Big fucking bang. Big fucking bang. MUSIC: [War Pigs by
Black Sabbath.] Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerer of death's construction No more war pigs
have the power Hand of God has struck the hour Time will tell on their power minds
[EXPLOSION.] [MEN SHOUT.] It's fucking Wednesday! Big bang on Wednesday! Wait till
their judgment day comes Yeah! [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.] They called from the Black Boy
in Knowle. They'll be here any minute. I hear you agreed to give up the north. I
hear there needs to be some certainty in the south. Some of my people were attacked
by members of the Titanic, who've heard about a cargo. Mr Mosley is open to
suggestion regarding who he can rely on to offer him support in London. Well, I
would suggest the most competent organiser of men in the south is Alfie Solomons.
[LAUGHS.] He's dead. And he's Jewish! And I'd say as far as our boss is concerned,
him being dead would be less of an obstacle than him being Jewish. I think he'll
give London to the Italians. He likes Italians. That'll mean more concessions on
your part, but you're going to have to accept it, tinker boy. I like Wincanton.
It's a grand old racecourse. And that brother of yours, the one who left me a hand
grenade he'd be the first of you tinkers I'd go for if our truce should end and the
whistle blew. Good. He's in the mood for a quarrel. We had a brush with the
Titanic, Tom. Yeah, I heard. Yeah. Fun night. Got noisy, though. And to think they
all said I was mad to take me dad with me, eh? Your dad? Who's your dad? This is my
fucking dad. Right here. This is my fucking dad. Where's Aberama? He got off at
Solihull. Said if he sees Billy Boy here he'll cut his fucking throat. Tell the
tinker he's welcome to come and try it any time. Mm. Is it all aboard? Yeah. It's
all there. We weighed it at the wharf. We used cockney scales. I wouldn't trust
'em. They're probably crooked. - But, er, I reckon seven tons. - Curly? Put ten
sacks of flour onto Mr McCavern's boat. Tom! I-I don't think it's really flour. I
know, Curly. Just do as I say. - Yeah. - Yeah. Curly? Hey, Arthur? Someday, yes?
You and me. Oh, Tommy, hey? Fascists, hmm? Look at 'em. I fucking hate 'em. Always
have done. But you You, Billy Boy Oh, you're special. Y'know, I fucking like him,
Tommy. I like yer. I do. You're a man after me own heart. - Someday, Mr Shelby. -
Yeah. - Someday. - Yeah. Yeah. You just tell me when, Tom. You just tell me when.
So, er So you spoke to Barney Thomason, eh? Yeah. Barney Thomason is going to kill
Oswald Mosley, shoot him in the fucking head. Yep. While he's on stage. While I'm
stood next to him. And then I will take over as leader of the party and you and
Aberama can take care of that bastard McCavern. I had more complicated strategies
in mind for Mr Mosley. Then he spoke badly to my wife. It's going to be a busy few
weeks, brother. Yeah. MUSIC: [Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.] On a
gathering storm comes A tall, handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right
hand A shadow is cast Wherever he stands Stacks of green paper In his red right
hand.

Season 5 Episode 6
There are some things we need to discuss. Our friend Jimmy McCavern has asked for
control of the racecourses north of Wincanton. I said yes. - In return for what? -
No return. None. I'm glad I didn't shoot you. It would have been a kindness. Now
get out. THOMAS: This is a cheque guarantee. Signed by Mosley on behalf of a man
called Jimmy McCavern. The consequence of good intentions. My good intentions. Push
the button. Unlock the door and come home to me. [ENGINE STARTS.] I've a job for
you. [HE LAUGHS.] I'll come for you after midnight on Wednesday. Barney Thomason is
going to kill Oswald Mosley. While he's on stage. While I'm stood next to him. And
then I will take over as leader of the party. It's going to be a busy few weeks,
brother. [WHISKEY FLOWS.] [GLASS TINKLES.] [HE GRUNTS, SNIFFS.] [HE SNIFFS.] You
prefer Irish to Scotch? Yes, Mr Churchill. Irish over Scotch. Cigarettes over
Havana cigars. And your mother was probably born in a tent. Grandmother in a tent.
My mother on a narrow boat. And always happy to give smart answers to men born
better than you. A man needs to prove he is better than me rather than show me his
birth certificate. You see, I don't have one, so they mean very little to me. You
speak beautifully in the House Thank you and believe not a word of what you are
saying. Conviction introduces emotion, which is the enemy of oratory. You read
Greek literature. I have trouble sleeping. Is there a reason for your visit, Mr
Churchill? You are forming an alliance with a fascist. So I made some enquiries
amongst the worst people in Whitehall, and I found out that you are not forming an
alliance with him at all. You are spying on him. Yes. Why? The honest answer is I'm
no longer sure. Do you dig your own garden, Mr Shelby? I have a gardener. In fact,
I have three gardeners. Three generations of men with no ambition who are happier
than I will ever be. Well, if you ask them, they will tell you that there are
certain species of weed that no matter how much you tug at them, poison them, they
continue to grow back. In the end, the only solution is to plough up the top soil,
create a field of mud and blow up and burn the exposed tap roots. That's what you
and I did in France. But when I hear that man Mosley speak, I see the green shoots
of another war growing up around his feet. And you see exactly the same thing I do.
That's why you oppose him. Yeah. Your mystery solved. What is your strategy? I
won't burden you with it. You're going to break the law. [HE SIGHS.] I need to
sleep. You said you don't sleep. I said I have trouble sleeping. As do I. As do I.
Mr Shelby, I have no doubt that there was once a time in Flanders when you were
under the ground and I was above it, both working to the same end. We are in the
same exact situation here, in Westminster. Do what you have to do, Mr Shelby. And
if you need anything, call me. There are some times, some nights when I don't see
the point of carrying on with any of it. Oh. That old dance routine. I put out a
cigar, and an hour later I want another. Sometimes, the bridge between hours is a
fragile as that. But use it anyway. A tent. Then a boat. Then a house. Now a
mansion. That's something. Isn't it? Yeah, that is something. By the way was it you
who killed that Ulsterman intelligence officer? I forget his name. Major Campbell.
Yes, Campbell. No. It was my aunt. I really must come up to Birmingham some day and
spend an evening with your family. They sound interesting. Yes. We'd like that. I
got to Harold French, refereeing Liverpool. He just wants cash. Tom the tatter,
reffing Sheffield Wednesday, wants cash and a beating for a bloke who's screwing
his wife. The clap doctor said go easy on the whiskey, yeah? Finn. You don't knock?
No, Finn. I don't knock. Right. Hello, Billy. How are you, mate? Good, Mr Shelby.
Yeah, you look good. That's a nice suit. Thank you, Mr Shelby. He earned that suit.
We made more on the matches than we did on the races last Saturday. He's a good
man. Yeah, I know that. Mm. You're coming up in the world, I like it. How's the
missus, hmm? The old trouble and strife, as the cockneys like to call it. She moved
out. Oh, that's a shame. Mind if I join you, eh? Mind if I join the party? Look at
this, having some fun. Hmm? You're a good man, Billy. You're a good man, eh? You
could sing like a bird in a cage. And what did we do, eh? We opened that cage, and
the real man flies out, reveals himself. The truth is young, Billy boy Yeah. Here,
look. What have we got here? Oh, look. Look at that, Billy boy, eh? Then there's
some snow there, look. Oh, there's more. Look, snowflakes, Billy. Now, I know you
like that, hmm? Well, I do too. So, I'll tell you what, why don't we have a little
line together. Eh? Why don't we do a little bit of snow together? Oh, spilt it all
down you an' all. It's the eyes. Sorry, mate. Hey, what can I do? I'm messy, aren't
I, Billy? I do apologise. - And you. - Hmm? Look at you. Sitting here with your
mate, eh? Your best mate. Well, while you're sitting here, talking about our
business, drinking whiskey, smoking and sniffing - Hmm? - And working. You
remember, you tell this man about our family business and it's his life you're
risking. Cos people talk, Finn. We we only ever talk about football and women, Mr
Shelby. [GLASS CLANKS TO GROUND.] Football and women, we only ever We only ever
talk about football and women. - Oh, do you? - Yeah. Hmm. Yeah. Come on. Family
meeting, let's go. [DOOR OPENS.] You're not eating right. You're not eating right.
You're not getting the natural things in you, boy, that's what it is, always. You
bearing up, Arthur? Bearing up for what? Bearing up to being free, Pol. Another
glass, eh? Another glass of so what. Are you all right, Charlie? Mad bastard Barney
kicked me in the shin when I woke him up. Where is the mad bastard? He's tied to a
lamp post outside with three Lee boys, shitting themselves. Have a drink. First of
all, an apology from Lizzie, she can't be here. Charles has a violin concert. Also,
a welcome to Mr Aberama Gold. He and Polly are to be married in three weeks, with
my blessing. From now on, Aberama will be welcome at our meetings. First item of
business, a bereavement. Colonel Ben Younger, who may perhaps have become a member
of this family, was taken from us, four days ago, by dark forces. We've made some
investigations, and we think we know who planted the bomb. In the meantime, our
thoughts are with Ada and the baby inside of her, who may one day sit at these
meetings, but hopefully under happier circumstances. Let's drink to happier
circumstances. Yeah. To Ada. - ALL: To Ada. - To Ada. Item number two. An
announcement, regarding Michael. Before you go on, Tommy, there's something I'd
like to say to the whole family directly, regarding finances and the future of this
company. According to your own estimations, this new venture of the delivery and
shipment of opium will bring into the company around £2 million per year.
Therefore, due to the amounts involved, I think this company should be
restructured. Michael, I think this can wait till outside the family meeting.
Restructured in what way? Because of the amounts of money involved, shipment and
dispatch will become the primary source of income to the company. It's simple
mathematics. And with the help of my wife, I will organise an expansion into
America, where the narcotics business is just beginning to grow. See, I have very
good contacts in Detroit, New York, Boston, who I've already spoken to about this.
And Gina has family who are very experienced in this kind of business. According to
the conversations I've had with them, with a regular supply of pure opium from
China, within a short space of time, the American narcotics business will bring in
20 million per annum. Enough money for you to all enjoy an easing of the burden you
all now feel. See, I know that the scars and the wounds, they're on the inside, not
on the outside. And as a member of the new generation, I'm able to take that great
burden off your weary shoulders. A new decade is coming. There'll be new
opportunities in new territories. More money than we've ever had before. Tommy, you
can still do the good work that deep down you want to do. Mum, you can get married
and live in that big house. Arthur, you can be the man that Linda wants you to be.
Fuck Linda. Finn. You've proved yourself. You're part of the new generation. You
could come to New York, with me. Here is my proposal. A full restructuring of the
company. I will be managing director and you can be nonexecutive chairman, but
under an assumed name, to protect your reputation. I've found the name of a dead
man. You will be registered as Mr Jones. You will each receive a percentage of the
profits as an annuity, and you will no longer have to engage in any of the
associated activities. Take a look at the future, Tommy. At least read it with an
open mind. It's cold in here, Michael. [LAUGHTER.] Tommy, the Americans want to
deal with me. Item number three. GINA: Tell him the truth. Go on. He can take it.
Tell me the truth, Michael. The Americans don't want to deal with an old-fashioned,
backstreet razor gang. Those days are done. Tommy. He's bitten through the fucking
rope. They've got him cornered, but they need help. Go and get him! Fuck the
Americans. I'm doing this for you, Tommy. It's time. And you know it. Tommy, Mum's
leaving, John's dead, Arthur needs help, Ada's man was killed in your own back yard
because you fucked up. Go on, Tom. Go on, cut me. Like the good old days. Or see
this for what it is. A natural succession that someday must happen. I gave you an
opportunity, Michael, you've betrayed me. Don't be here when I get back. You - You
can tell your family - Let me guess. Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders. Right? -
Well - [DOOR CLOSES.] guess we're going to be forced to take the second
option. They're not fucking voices! Whoa! Whoa! Calm down. - Put the gun down. -
They're not fucking voices! Barney! Barney. Put down the gun. At ease. Finn. At
ease, soldier. At ease. Look at me. You're on our side. You're at home. You're at
home. Yeah? Yeah. Here. Take this, Barney. Jeremiah. Yeah. Take him to Charlie's
yard before he falls over. The devil will now be an angel. Isiah, Curly, you go
with him. Come, brother. Let me give you the good news. Jesus loves you. So, where
the fuck is he? THOMAS: All right, boys. A subsidiary meeting of the generation
that actually do the work. ARTHUR: Right. Let's have the good stuff. None of that
shit ponces drink. Here we go, look. All right, so item number three. An
introduction. Except now you've already met the man I was going to introduce. In
France, he was a comrade. What the fuck is he now, Tom? He's a man we can use,
Johnny. For what? Put him in a ring with a bear and take bets on the outcome. I
tell you, I wouldn't put much money on the fucking bear. Aberama, that man is a
trained Royal Marine sniper. Furthermore, he has a criminal profile which will make
his actions explicable to the police. What actions? A killing. ABERAMA: And since
when did you worry about the police? Barney Thomason is going to kill an MP.
Possibly the future prime minister of Great Britain. What the fuck, Tom? After the
killing, there will be an investigation by Special Branch and intelligence forces.
There will be a lot of powerful people as angry as fucking hornets. We need there
to be no connection to us. Barney Thomason is registered as criminally insane. He
broke out. He's an old soldier. He has known grievances. No-one will question that
the assassination was carried out by a single gunman acting alone. And you'd
sacrifice an old comrade? If they catch him, they won't hang him on grounds of
insanity, just send him back to where I found him. He'll have had a very eventful
holiday that he'll probably believe never really happened. And where will this
killing take place? There you go. He'll be on stage. With lots of witnesses. During
the rally, there will be an anti-fascist demonstration. Amidst the confusion, a
shot will be fired. And we're organising this demonstration? - Yeah. - And where
will you be, Tom? I'll be down on one knee, cradling his head while the life drains
from him. Then I'll make a speech saying how the cause he died for must continue
continue safe in my hands. Holy fuck. Tommy does your ambition have no limits?
Jimmy McCavern will be running security at this event. He'll probably be in the
wings. You can take his life in whichever manner you choose. What do you want us to
do, Tom? You and Arthur and a couple of the Lee boys, you'll be in charge of
getting Barney into position. He'll be up in the lighting gantry. We'll need chains
and a twitch, Tom. No. I will medicate him. So he's going to be cross-eyed when he
takes the shot? In France, he never missed no matter what they gave him. He'll have
had plenty of target practise. Before he takes the shot, Arthur here will give him
some cocaine to sharpen him up. So just You're going to be up on the stage while
this criminally insane gunman filled with cocaine takes aim at a man just a yard
away from you? Welcome to the family, Aberama. What about me, Thomas? The man with
the broken fucking leg. After the killing, every copper in Birmingham will be sent
to Bingley Hall. Use that opportunity to get that boat full of opium up to
Stourbridge locks. There, you'll be met by some Chinese gentlemen. They will have
two suitcases full of cash. £250,000. Every man in this room will receive 30,000 in
cash, in recognition of extra services. Holy Mary, Mother of God, Tom! [HE LAUGHS.]
Anyone who want to leave, leave now. Anyone who is tired of this old-fashioned,
backstreet fucking razor gang can leave. Anyone who's tired can fucking stop. Good.
Charlie, go to the yard and light a fire. Johnny, bring the van around. What's the
fire for, Tom? There is an item number four. [LAUGHTER.] It's time. [DOOR OPENS.]
[HUMMING.] Jeez, Mr Shelby. If I'd have known, I'd have come in early and served ye
drinks, huh? Here, Micky. Sit down there. Sure, I'll have a drink, will I? Here you
go, have a drink. A few days ago, I went to London, Micky to collect some cargo. I
was met by the Titanic boys. They knew I was coming. Yeah. When, where, what time.
They even knew - the cargo I was picking up. - Jesus. Four days ago, Micky a
soldier was killed outside my office by a bomb. Yeah, erm, the papers said that was
IRA. No, it wasn't the IRA, Micky. No. It weren't the IRA, Micky. I spoke to the
girls who work at the Digbeth telephone exchange. They're friends of mine. I asked
them what calls were made around the time of the explosion. They told me that 30
minutes before the explosion a call was made to a man in Sparkhill who has
connections to the Ulster Volunteer Force. He now offers his services for cash.
[ARTHUR TAPS GLASS.] Paddy Rose. Yeah, me and my brother, we spoke to Paddy. At
length. He told us it was him that planted the bomb. Yeah, we spoke to him. We
killed him, Micky. Paddy Rose is dead. We weighted him down, we sunk him, to the
bottom of the Grand Union Canal. The girls at the exchange gave me the number of
the man that called, Micky, before the explosion. That was your number. Micky, it
was you who called him. You tipped him off. You were told to call him if a black
man of a certain description ever came to Small Heath. We know you've you've been
giving the Titanic boys information as well. We know that. Yeah. You've been
working behind the bar, hmm? Seeing what goes on, listening, taking notes, and
selling your stories to the highest bidder. Hmm? Yeah. Come on. [HE WHIMPERS.] Come
on, man. [HE SOBS.] Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry, Mr Shelby. Don't look at
Tommy. The ceiling would be cheaper, brother. Micky! Look at that, Arthur. Eh?
Shaking like the hand of a normal man. What about item five, Tom? Huh? There is an
item five, right, Tommy? SOBBING: I'm fucking sinking here, man. I'm fucking
sinking, Tom. You you you said there's an item five. Say it, Tommy. Item five could
start now, Tommy. It could start this year, a new decade. M-M-Michael Michael could
be right, we could go, Tommy. We could go. We could fucking leave this place. We
could leave it to the kids. Michael's He might be right. He might be fucking right.
Arthur! There is no item number five! Go and check that Polly is still on our side.
I have to go to Margate. All right, Tom. All right, brother! Oh, God. Jesus Christ.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS.] You out there, Tommy? Yeah. I'm here. I was just having some
oil rubbed into the bits that really hurt, mate. What do you think of that view,
eh? It's Margate. What can you do? [RECORD SCRATCHES/MUSIC STOPS.] I'll tell you
something, Tommy, right? I sit all day every day in that chair, on that balcony,
contemplating the fact, right, that life is so much easier to deal with when you
are dead! Hello, Alfie. Yeah. Did you did you look through the binoculars? Yeah. I
watch ships. No two are the same. Yeah. That is how God sees us both, in his eyes.
God, eh? Yeah, sort of. I mean, you know. Someone who's responsible for all this
fucking mess. Now, how soon did you know that I was not dead? You wrote me a
letter, Alfie. Did I? Yeah, you asked about your dog. They gave me a lot of drugs
at first. Hmm. Yeah, all right. I was lying out there, and the tide had come in,
and it woke me up. I remember looking around and thinking, you know "Fuck. If this
is hell ". . it looks a lot like Margate. " Maybe that's just what hell looks like,
eh? No, no. Not according to this holy book right here, yeah? It gives a very, very
vivid description. You and I are both fucked, mate. Do you read the papers, Alfie?
No, don't be silly. [GUN COCKS.] But you've heard. What, fascism, yeah? Three, two,
one, bang. No? Fine. Good Lord, your fucking condition has got worse, mate. -
[THOMAS COUGHS.] - Mine, on the other hand, I've been living the dream. Sometimes,
I will shoot at the side of a ship. And sometimes I'll sit here, I may shoot at the
old seagull. Alfie I'm going to shoot Oswald Mosley. Right, well I hope you do a
better job on him than the one you done on me, yeah? I mean, what what were you
thinking? Was your mind somewhere else, Tommy? Yes, it was actually. Yeah, all
right. [SHIP HORN BELLOWS.] Oh, look. A ship. Why do you want to shoot him? I need
to organise a riot, Alfie. Right. And I hear you still have some standing in the
Jewish community. Let me be clear, right? Since my resurrection, I am considered to
be a God, all right? In the Holy Land, someone has made an image of me out of rock
embedded in the sand, so I'm told, and I am planning to make a pilgrimage to stand
in my own shadow. Are you going to shoot him because this man is evil? I need men
who can fight. Mosley uses men from Glasgow. So if the men causing the trouble are
Jewish it will be explicable. Since when did you need explanations, Tommy? Since I
entered politics. Oh, that's right, yeah. Oh, yeah. And how has that been for you,
Tom? Gangs, wars, truces Nothing I didn't already know. [ALFIE SNORES.] So you
think if you kill him, you you will kill the message, yeah? I will kill the man,
then I will kill the message. How much you paying? I thought you might do it for
the cause, Alfie. Fuck off. Each man will get £20. You'll get £5,000. You know, as
a god, Tommy, right, I am now able to just rise above those kinds of insults, mate.
Ten? How is my dog? Your dog is fine. In that case, ten should be enough. Where do
you want the men? - Birmingham. - No. No. 20 will not be enough for my lads to step
inside that fucking shit hole. It will have to be 25 at least. 25 it is. You can
take your dog back, then, eh? No, it's better for him to think that I am still
dead. As it is also with the police. Right. So
you're still at it, eh, Tommy? Hmm. You ain't got no Margate to go to. [HE CLICKS
TONGUE.] No. And I have no interest in shooting seagulls. Oh, you have in shooting
cabinet ministers? Yeah. And their paid informants. Mm. I was on a lot of drugs at
first, right, due to the pain, you know, on account of it Well, you know, being
shot in the face by some cunt. I won't bore you with the details, it'dchill ya.
Nonetheless, I had a recurring dream. I saw you in a field, right? With a big black
horse. And you said goodbye, and then bang. All right, then. Well, what now? [HE
SIGHS.] I will continue till I find a man that I can't defeat. Hmm. Arthur asked
whose side I was on. [THUNDER CRACKS AND ROLLS.] There will be a war and one of you
will die. But which one, I cannot tell. Hmm. He's going to do it anyway. - Yeah. -
You should know, if Aberama takes his side, I will kill him. What about me? I'll do
what I have to do, Pol. Kill and kill It's the only way to make people listen. Soon
you'll have a stage to stand on. Millions of people will listen to you. And you
will run the country like you run this family. It appears to be what people want.
But not me. Not any more. My resignation. [DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.] [HE SIGHS.] [PHONE
RINGS.] [PHONE RINGS.] [LINE RINGS.] [PHONE RINGS.] [LINE RINGS.] If it's Barney
you're worried about, he's sleeping. But I can't sleep because my fucking leg is
cracked. [THUNDER RUMBLES.] Tell me how my mother went, Charlie. [CHARLIE CLEARS
THROAT.] You know. She drowned. I know it wasn't by accident. [HE SIGHS.] Tell me
the truth, Charlie. The truth, Tommy, yeah? The fucking truth. Fuck's sake. She
just stepped into the canal. Your dad was no use. It was me trying to stop her, for
three days. In the end, she did it anyway. - Did she say why? - Nothing that made
sense. Tell me the things that didn't make sense. She said it were the Gypsies made
the nails for Jesus's cross. That's why we're cursed and restless. Yeah, go on. You
have to move around or the guilt catches up with you. I said, "Well, why not go on
the road for a bit?" She went to Worcester. She came back with a white pony. That
one she gave to you. You used to ride it round, remember? She seemed happy for a
bit, watching you ride it. And then she was gone. None of it made any sense.
Afterwards, whenever I looked at that white pony, I saw her. You see, I was in love
with her, Tom. No-one knew but me. Broke my fucking heart to pull her from the cut.
You know, your grandfather, he went the same way. Suicide. Sometimes, these things
run in the family. Fuck family, Tom. You just have to get on with it. You're a
Gypsy. You have to move around, or it all catches up with you. You didn't need all
them tablets, you just needed another fucking war, eh? Perish Judah. ALL: Perish
Judah. Shalom, my friends. Shalom. Shalom. Shalom. In you come, eh? Show these
fascist bastards no mercy, brothers. - The Jew and the Gypsy united. - [CHUCKLES.]
Look, I have got to go, yeah? I have to go. Go where? They're shooting a fascist
tonight. - You're going to do what? - Sh. Mosley's in town. Really? Look, go into
town, get some drink and some girl and listen to the radio. We will not stand by
and let this scum have free rein in our city! Fascism must not be allowed to voice
its creed of hatred. [SHOUTING.] [POLICE WHISTLE BLOWS.] Out the fucking way! We
have a right to protest! Get back! Anybody heckles you, beat the fuck out of them.
[BRITANNIC SALUTE PLAYS.] We have a right to protest! We got another one. Let's go.
Get, get! Calm yourself down. It's not against the law to protest. THOMAS: Out of
the way. Out of the way. Let her go. - I don't need the help of a fascist. - Yes,
you do. At Steelhouse Lane, they will do whatever they want to you. Let her go. I'm
Tommy Shelby, and I'm ordering you to let her fucking go. Go on. Fuck you. Jessie,
you can do more damage from the inside. Do you understand? You can do more damage
from the inside. Come on. Come on. Out of the way. Out of the way. Shut up! -
[TRUMPETS SOUND.] - Here, look. There, look. [HE SNIFFS.] I'll join yer. Going to
play, eh? Now, you know what you're doing, don't you? Yeah. Tommy checks his pocket
watch, I count ten, then I blow the other bloke's head off. - Yeah. - Yeah? There,
that's for after. Thank you. Thank you. - See you later, Arthur. - Oh, soldier
Soldier, you do that, you run like fuck. - Don't stop. - Run like fuck. - Yeah. -
Run like fuck. In here. Here, for your face. At least I have only one face. What
did you mean, "damage from the inside"? - I have a strategy. - You always have a
strategy. But it's dangerous, and it cannot be shared without sharing the danger.
You think I'm afraid? No, but it's only going to put you in more danger. Jessie,
before the speeches start, just go home. There's going to be lots of arrests. - You
have a mark against your name. - Why? What's going to happen? I'm going to do a
good thing. Whenever I do a good thing, innocent people get hurt. So go home. After
this evening, we can meet, discuss strategy. That beast out there, he's just a
beast. It's like a horse. It's the rider that decides what direction it takes. And
who will be the rider? Just go home. MOSLEY: Full? To the fucking brim. Trouble? So
far, a few communists. Bullers helped our boys clear them away. Well, a few
hecklers are a good thing. We can illustrate how we deal with opposition. There's a
rumour of a gang of Jews were coming up from Digbeth. No sign of them yet. Well,
let them come. Welcome them appropriately. There are a few Peaky boys around. They
are your allies. There'll be no rifts between us. Keep your powder dry. Mr
McCavern? Perish Judah. [HE CHUCKLES.] No joke, Mr McCavern. Perish Judah. [LAND OF
HOPE AND GLORY PLAYS.] [APPLAUSE.] You turn the radio on and turn up the volume. I
want to listen the news. ON RADIO: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Oswald Mosley.
[APPLAUSE.] CROWD: Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish
Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish
Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish
Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish
Judah! [MICROPHONE SCREECHES.] Welcome, men and women of Birmingham. Thank you for
coming here on this cold, dark night, in spite of the obstruction and provocation
of our enemies. Our enemies deal in bricks and stones and bottles. We deal in
reasoned principle, argument and fact. [APPLAUSE.] Among those enemies, we can
number Mr Winston Churchill, who last night condemned me in the House as a threat
to democracy. [BOOING.] Them's that gone are the lucky ones. Them's that gone are
the lucky ones. But then Mr Churchill has never been a friend of the common people.
Faced with the alternative of saying goodbye to the gold standard, and therefore to
his own employment, he characteristically selected the latter, but of course not
all attending tonight will be convinced of our cause. Some will have come here
tonight to find out for themselves what we stand for. Whenever you're ready, Tom.
So here are our guiding principles. Every citizen shall serve the state. Not the
banks, not factions not the Jews! CROWD: Perish Judah! Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
Perish Judah! The barriers of class will be abolished and a greater Britain will be
born of the national socialist and fascist creed. [WILD APPLAUSE.] It is useless to
hide from ourselves the fact that ever since 1918, when our heroes returned from
France, our empire has shown all the signs of disintegration, and our people are
threatened by gathering disaster. Get out of my way! Out of the way! Go. Go.
[STEADY BREATHING.] [STOPWATCH TICKS.] Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four.
Three. Two apple crumble [MUFFLED SCREAMS.] [INDISTINCT SPEECH.] I think it's about
time we got off the stage, old man, until this thing is sorted. The coppers are
here, Arthur. You gotta get away from the body. [STEADY BREATHING.] What the fuck
are you doing here? - What happened? - I don't know what happened. I don't know
what fucking happened. It doesn't make any fucking sense. [DOOR OPENS.] Wait. Fuck,
it's us. Aberama's dead, he's gone. He's gone, and they came for me, too. What the
fuck is she doing here? Arthur, they got to Barney. They knew everything. They knew
fucking everything. Who? Who knew, Tom? Johnny, get this woman out of here. - I
want to know. - Yeah. Get her out of here. Get her out! It doesn't make sense.
Doesn't make fucking sense. Who? Who? Who? The Chinese, the Italians the Branch,
Intelligence, McCavern, Mosley Mosley knew nothing! He knew nothing! [GLASS
SHATTERS.] WHO?! Jesus fucking Christ. You're fucking frightening me, Tom. It
doesn't make sense. Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? You know, Tom, you must know. You're
fucking scaring me. What are you doing? Talk to me. Maybe I've found him, Arthur,
the man I can't defeat. - Mosley? - I don't know. I don't fucking know. Doesn't
make sense. Let's Let's go inside. We'll work it out - have a drink. - I need to
walk. [STEADY BREATHING.] [BREATHING CONTINUES.] The work's all done, Tommy. It's
all done. We can walk away from all of this. It's so easy. It's so soft. Such a
small change. [HE SCREAMS.]

Season 6 Episode 1
1 The man we're about to meet is the devil. My name's Mosley. Oswald Mosley. You've
come to my attention. Michael Gray. You lost all your cousin's money in America,
playing the fool. And poor old Arthur Shelby. His wife, she's been seen with
another man. May you Peaky Blinders all rot. If you're going to England, I'm coming
with you. I want to meet your family. No, you don't. Mr Thomas, it is the purest
opium that has ever arrived in Europe. £250,000. All we have to do is keep it here
for a week. I vote against it, Tom. Those in favour? Motion carried. We're talking
about an empty chair, Ada. My chair. My throne. Someone wants my crown. I think it
might be Michael. Mr Shelby, my name is Captain Swing. Michael, your kin, was
making deals with the very men who want you dead. I'm doing this for you, Tommy.
It's time. And you know it. Let me guess don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders. There
will be a war and one of you will die, but which one I cannot tell. I'll do what I
have to do, Pol. Kill and kill. I have a job for you. I'm going to shoot Oswald
Mosley. Kill the man, kill the message. I think it's about time we got off the
stage, old man. The Chinese, the Italians. Mosley knew nothing! He knew nothing!
Who?! Talk to me. Maybe I've found him Arthur, the man I can't defeat. - Mosley. -
I don't know. I don't fucking know. Doesn't make sense. Let's Let's go inside.
We'll work it out, have a drink. I need to walk. The work's all done, Tommy. It's
all done. We can walk away from all of this. It's so easy. It's so soft. Such a
small change. Arthur took the bullets out. On the way back. He said you stopped at
a crossroads to throw up. You're not even a soldier any more, Tommy. You didn't
check your weapon. You're not a soldier, you're a coward. I heard you pull the
trigger. Leaving your family behind without a goodbye If you still need a way out
here are six of them. Mother. They let you pass through. They wouldn't let me pass.
As if there were to be another consequence. Hello? Mr Shelby, I imagine you're
curious as to who it was prevented the assassination last night. If you look out
your window, you'll see a flag of truce. It's a unit of volunteers bringing the
bodies of your dead to you to send to heaven in your own way. Last night's
operation was carried out by soldiers from three Dublin brigades of the Irish
Republican Army. We need to keep Mr Mosley alive. That's all you need to know.
Also, you should know that saving Mosley's life wasn't our only intervention last
night. We've made some changes to the structure of your organisation. Ever since
you began to build your empire you've had a crutch to lean on. Last night, we
kicked away that crutch. From now on, it will be us that you lean on. Please be
aware, Mr Shelby, that the deaths of your people are your own responsibility
because you consistently fail to understand your own limitations. Mum it was the
ambitions and strategies of one man that caused this. And I swear in the name of
Almighty God no matter what it takes no matter how many lies I have to tell I will
take revenge on Tommy Shelby. Monsieur. Monsieur! You want a drink? I'll have a
glass of water, please. Windows got broke because a lot of people here are drunk
and angry. You know? Half the men on this island made their living bootlegging till
today. The other half fixed their boats. Maybe you should take your water into the
hall. I learned a lot of things in France. Island is crawling with you fucking
commissary men. Closing our warehouses down. Throwing men out of work. Ten years
our boat ran whisky down the President Roads to Boston. Now we have fucking
nothing. And you sit in front of us and order fucking water. Is that meant to be a
joke? No. I ordered water because I no longer drink alcohol of any kind. You, my
friend, are going to drink a toast. You will raise your glass to the poor people of
Miquelon, whose lives you bastards have destroyed. Drink it. Hey. Drink. You're not
leaving this bar until you have raised a toast to the people of Miquelon. OK. OK. I
understand that, today of all days, you would be angry. But if you had read my card
instead of burning it, you would realise that this is a misunderstanding. Now, I've
been very patient, given the circumstances, but you need to sit down and let me
read my newspaper. Il est bon lui, hein? Before this goes any further, please let
me explain. I will not drink your toast cos four years ago, I forswore alcohol.
Putain. No. Don't. Since I foreswore alcohol, I've become a calmer and more
peaceful person. Get in. Sometimes, in moments of personal conflict I can resort to
my old ways. If this were to happen now, it would indeed be a black day in
Miquelon. Now, my guests will be arriving shortly. I need to prepare the room. Can
you show me where? Excusez-moi. Ou est L'Hotel Robert? They think we're distillery
men here to take our whisky back. We're late. He's always early. Let's go. There
will be a war and one of you will die. But which one I cannot tell. Hello, Tommy.
There's a man out there having his face stitched back up. That was a
misunderstanding. Hello, Michael. I wasn't sure what I'd think when I saw you
again, Tom. Oh, yeah? What do you think? Since my mother passed away four years
ago, Tommy and I haven't even spoken. Well, we've both been very busy. You've been
too busy to punish the people who killed her. You know, Michael, when you're
dealing with a very powerful enemy, taking revenge sometimes requires time. You
have to pick your moment. That moment will come. But now we have a business
interest in common and any bad blood will be diluted by time and a practical self-
interest. Well, Tommy, we're all keen to hear what you have to say. I'm very much
looking forward to working with you again, Michael. You look very well. You too.
How is the family? Yeee-haaa! This projector is a gift from Charlie fucking Chaplin
and he sent it all the way from Hollywood. Now sit down and watch the film. Oh,
God. No, Elizabeth, Elizabeth, don't do that, you're going to hurt yourself. Yes,
hi. Is that the Bell Tavern? If there's a gypsy in there called Johnny Dogs, can
you tell him to come and round up his fucking kids? It's Christmas. A time for
family. Mum, I was watching that. OK, everyone, OK. We're having this Christmas
party early because tomorrow, me and Charles and Ruby are going on a big ship to
Canada, to be with their daddy. But we told Father Christmas about the party and he
has brought you all presents. Oh! Yes! Race ya! Ada, where the fuck is Father
Christmas? I don't know. He was supposed to be here by now. - Yeah. - Where the
fuck are you, Santa? Ohhh! Ohhh! Ugggh! No! Ugggh! You've got me! I've got a gun.
You'd better run! You'd better run! Gentlemen, today is the last day of
prohibition. But rather than see it as the end of something, I believe that, for
men like us, it can present a new beginning. A new opportunity. An opportunity I
would like to share with people I know I can trust. For the last 12 years, the men
of this island have been making their living from bootlegging whisky, from
navigating the waters and avoiding American border patrols. But now that whisky is
about to become legal, the trade will fall back into the hands of capitalists from
New York, Boston and Toronto. But when one door closes another one opens. We can
take advantage of the systems that are in place on Miquelon Island and offer
selected boat crews the opportunity to carry on working. But this time with a
different cargo. You want me to pour? No. Now it's all over the fucking island.
This is an island with no morals and no opinions, just a load of fucking boats with
nothing to carry and nowhere to go. The reason why Miquelon was used to run whisky
in the first place is cos it sits outside the territorial waters of both America
and Canada. Technically, it's French territory. The FBI, the RCMP have no
jurisdiction. Where do you get this stuff? I have established a supply chain over
the last four years with associates in Belfast. We decided it was time to break
into the American market. That, my friend, is the finest opium in the world.
Delivered to my warehouse in Liverpool directly from Shanghai. Michael, when it
comes to this shit, you're the expert. I trust him. What about the French police? I
have been in communication with the Miquelon Prefet des Gendarmes. We fought in two
of the same battles in France. We consider each other comrades. I have offered my
comrade 12 million francs if the boats between Miquelon and Boston keep running. We
will have to take your proposal to Uncle Jack in Boston. Perhaps we can meet after
you've spoken with Uncle Jack, Michael, who I believe is your wife's uncle, Jack
Nelson. Hey! Ha-ha! The guy knows things that can get him killed and he says them
out loud. I have a high regard for Mr Nelson. He has a history not unlike my own.
Jack Nelson's past is forgotten. Not forgotten. Fucking gone. No, not gone, just
erased from the records, like my own. Give him my regards, will ya? You haven't
touched your drink, Tom. You know, since we last met, Michael well, I've become a
better man. I now realise that whisky is just fuel for the loud engines inside your
head. Catch yourself on! What is this guy, a fuckin' poet? Eh? Oh, I do read
poetry, but I don't yet write it. They say the fog is going to get worse. We'd
better get off this island before it traps us here. Just understand. Uncle Jack
decides everything, OK? And I decide when a meeting is over. So sit down till I
say. Maith fear. Put some fuckin' hair on your chest, huh? Good boy. Now, give us
all a poem before we go. Want to hear a poem? Want to hear a poem? What about you,
Brainbox? I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end I was angry
with my foe I told it not my wrath did grow. It's from The Poison Tree by William
Blake. You won't have heard of him. Meeting over.
Oh, and by the way, my friend, the Police Commissioner, told me that he'd spoken
to his FBI liaison officer, and he told him that there is an informant in your
organisation in South Boston. I tell you this in the spirit of corporate hygiene.
Here you are, Michael. Beware the man with a bleeding heart tattoo with "Maria"
written in red. Have a good day, gentlemen. This time, don't burn it. Arthur Come
on, come on. Tch, God. Oh, God, if Polly was still here, she'd never have let it
get this bad. Come on. Come on, Arthur. Arthur! I am not Polly, but I am still your
fucking sister. You swore to me you would stop using. It's Christmas Day, Ada.
Christmas Day. Yes, it's Christmas. So where the fuck are the fucking presents?
I'll be all right in a bit Great. My brother off his face on junk. Every day
there's a question without an answer. A leak without a bucket. Me without a clue
what to do. Fuck. I love you, Ada. Children! Father Christmas has been! Father
Christmas! What did you ask for? What have we got? Father Christmas got stuck up
the chimney again, did he? Mmm. What ship are you on tomorrow? Oh, the best, the
most expensive one. And then we'll get there and Tommy will say, "Hello, Lizzie.
Hello, children," in that dead voice. Come on, Lizzie, he'll be on holiday. Being
away might change him. Even on holiday, Ada even on top of a rocky mountain, he'll
be the same way he's been since Polly died. No more Polly, no more whisky, no more
Tommy. Yeah, I'm calling from Miquelon Island, from the police station. There is a
boat leaving the island now, heading across the border. When it docks at St John's,
a man named Michael Gray will board a ferry to Boston. Listen very carefully. He's
wearing a dark coat, a blue suit, and carrying a black briefcase. Inside the
briefcase is five pound of pure, refined opium. Concerned citizen. Yeah, my name is
Mr Jones. Yes, I do. But I don't drink any more. I have business. I need to get off
this island. You shouldn't be in here, Karl. Are you going to answer it? No, I
don't work for him any more. It might be important. That's why I don't want to
answer it. Can I answer it? No. Hello? Mmm-hmm. Fuck. Do you know who this man is?
All right, come on, Arthur. Hey, that tickles. His brother, Thomas Shelby, says
don't serve him opium ever again or someone will write Arthur Shelby's name on your
chest with a bayonet. So what the fuck? I can't talk about anything in here. I just
wanted to see your face and smell your perfume. Tommy Shelby steps back into your
life and, right away, this is what happens. No names in here. Sorry. Let's just
call him the devil. Take a seat. How is Laurence? Oh, you know. Missing his father.
What the fuck happened, Michael? It's in hand. Whose hand? No, really. Whose
fucking hand, Michael? Hmm? Like everything else in this city, it's in the hand of
your Uncle Jack. I need him to get the charges lifted and get me out of here. I
already talked to him. He told me what the devil proposed. Tommy Shelby wants to do
business with Jack Nelson? He wants to take on Boston? No-one is taking on anyone.
It's in hand. There are deals being made at a high level, but there are some people
at the middle level and lower levels who cannot be trusted. Michael, this sounds
fucking Shut up and listen. It was Tommy himself who warned us of the informant.
We're guessing that the informant was the one that tipped off the police about me.
Then the devil's plan has already begun. What's the point of ships and planes if
you can't get away? Gina, in today's paper, you will read about a man being fished
out of the Boston Harbour with a bleeding heart tattoo and the name "Maria" written
on his arm. Single shot to the head. Yeah, I know, I read it already. His death
will lead to others. For this business to work, we must only use men we trust. And
while the clean-up is being carried out, you must keep things to yourself. You talk
loose to anyone, it'll be me in the harbour and you'll be the Maria with the
bleeding heart. Do you understand? Michael, I just want the truth. No, fuck that -
I need the truth! Why are you doing business with him again? Gina, tell me what
you're thinking of getting Laurence for Christmas. There are plenty of men who can
supply powder all over the world. I don't understand why it needs to be him. Some
of my business with Tommy Shelby is unfinished. This is my opportunity to finish
it. So speak to your uncle and get me the fuck out of here. Hello? Who? Sure. Why
the hell not? I heard you were in town and I thought, well, hey. Little man hitting
the big time. You like jazz? No. What do you want? Whisky? Water. I don't have any
water. What else do you want? I have a message for your Uncle Jack. Tommy, relax.
Have a fucking drink. You know my uncle's planning on buying the United States
import licence to all the best Scotch and Irish whisky distilleries. He's on his
way to London right now to make those deals. Every drop in every state will be
another dime for Uncle Jack. Yeah. He's a very powerful, very impressive man. I've
only seen photographs - when he was young, police mug shots, and, more recently, in
high-society magazines. I think this represents progress. Yeah. And before you tell
me what you want me to tell him, I have a message from him to you. No deal. Hmm. In
England, when someone gets this close to Tommy Shelby, it's, "Oh, the horror. "Oh,
the desire ". . to fall on your knees, open your mouth and say, "'Yes, sir. Please,
sir. '" So it's Uncle Jack you fall on your knees for, eh? Not Michael. He says no
deal, Mr Shelby. You smell of jail, Gina. And you drink too much. Yes, but booze is
legal. Your white powder's not. Jack has friends in the government now. Do you have
any idea how far he's risen? All the way to the fucking top. Can't have white
powder on his shiny black boots when he's on his way to meet the President of the
United States cos, yeah, that's where he goes now. So he can't really be taking
such a big risk on such a little deal. Go home, boy. Bye-bye, Mr Shelby. Yeah, you
have another whisky, Gina. Another dime for Uncle Jack. You mind if I smoke? If
it's legal, it's OK. Before I go, you should know that it was me who tipped off the
border police about the contents of Michael's suitcase. I'm the reason he's in
jail. I wanted to give your uncle a dilemma. His favourite niece's husband banged
up in Boston for smuggling opium. What does he do? If he intervenes and has him
released, how will that play in the Oval Office? If he does nothing, how does that
play in South Boston? Oh, fuck you. Fine. Stay here. Deal here. Die here, for all I
fucking care. Die at whose hand, Gina? Eh? My message to your uncle is this. If he
doesn't want to buy my opium, I will sell to the East Boston Jews. Oh, baby. Do you
want to start a fucking war? With that amount of opium, the balance of power
between the Irish, the Jewish and the Italians would shift heavily in favour of the
East. I have excellent contacts with the family that runs East Boston. The Solomons
family. Maybe you've heard of 'em? Once you people have accepted that you must
treat us as equals then I think our families will work together very well. Have a
good day, Gina. Yep? Yes, I'll accept the call. Hello, Lizzie. Tommy it's Ruby.
She's not well. She's got a temperature of 101. Doctor's just left. What did he
say? He says he thinks it's flu, but he's going to come later to check on her.
She's been coughing and Tommy, he said it's not a good idea for us to travel. We
can't board that ship to Boston today. That's all right, Lizzie, don't worry. Don't
worry, you just stay there for now and get her better and, er Can I speak to her?
She's sleeping. Yeah, well, let her sleep. Let her sleep. Lizzie, I've got a bit
more business to do here. Look, you just book a new passage when Ruby's feeling
better. It doesn't matter if you don't get here for Christmas, just as long as you
get here, right? And then I'll get this business done, you get here with the
children, and then no more. And it'll just be us and the clean air out in the west.
I've found a place in the mountains. There'll be snow. Tell Ruby, tell Ruby I'll
build her a snowman. Hmm. How long has she been coughing? A few days. She's been
out running wild with Johnny Dog's kids, out in the cold by the river. Are you OK,
Tommy? Your voice, it sounds different. It's just cold. I'll get this business done
in Boston and that'll be the end of it. And then I just want to I just want to pick
Ruby up and hold her in my arms, y'know? I miss the weight of carrying her. I gave
her her presents early. She loves them. But last night, she was burning up. She was
delirious. She kept talking. Johnny's kids have been teaching her to speak Gypsy.
Teaching her to rob and steal, more like. When she was delirious, she kept saying
these Gypsy words, er "Tickner maura, tickner maura, o beng, o beng," over and over
again. What? Lizzie, what? What did you say? What did Ruby say? "Tickner, tickner
maura. " - Something like that. - Did she say any did she say any other words that
you didn't understand? "O beng, o beng. " I don't know. No, Lizzie did she say any
other words in Romany? Fucking listen to me! I don't know Romany words, Tommy. I
don't think so. Just "tickner maura" and "o beng"? Yes. Could she see anything when
she was burning up? What could she see? Oh, fuck. Lizzie, please, just answer the
fucking question! She said she could see a man. A man with green eyes. She was
delirious. She was burning up. What the fuck is the matter? Right, listen, Lizzie,
I'm coming home. Tommy, it's just a fever, love. Listen to me, I'm coming home.
I'll be on the next steamer back. You keep her out of school. You hear me? You keep
her out of school, you keep her away from - Tommy - . . keep her away from the
river. Don't let her ride a horse or go near a horse. Tell Johnny Dogs and his
wives the
words that Ruby has been saying. Do you hear me? Tell Johnny's eldest wife to put
a Black Madonna around her neck. You listen to Esmeralda the same way you listen to
a fucking doctor. You hear me? Fucking Gypsy stuff. Yes, it is Gypsy fucking stuff,
Lizzie! Yes, it fucking is! And you get Curly there. Tell him to stay in the stable
with Ruby's horses, and you do everything that Johnny Dogs and his wives fucking
tell you, do you understand me? I'm sorry, Lizzie. Do you understand? OK. I'll do
it. All right, I'm coming home. Polly? Polly? They know I'm trying to get out. Pol
they're coming for me. You son of a fucking bitch. You sound American, Michael. I
have to go back to England early. Let's make this quick, eh? You just fuck people
up and you run away. No, this business will continue. Jack Nelson is also
travelling to England. To London and to Edinburgh, to buy import licenses. How the
fuck do you know where Jack Nelson's going? Well, I have copies of his itinerary.
Of his personal correspondence. Letters from the President of the United States and
his many mistresses. I have contacts in his organisation. An Irishman with a
mortgage is a powerful resource, Michael. You're dead, Tommy. You're out of your
fucking depth. You're dead already. You threatened to sell to the Jews. And I have
contacts in this prison. These boys here will look after you during your stay. I
don't need your fucking people to look after me. Jack Nelson's getting me out of
here. Oh, yeah? Is he? This is a letter. Here, give him this letter, will ya? This
is a letter from the President's personal secretary, suggesting Jack Nelson keep
you in here for a while longer. Just until the press lose interest, Michael. Fuck
you. You'll be released eventually. And then you can execute your business with me
as before. Our business being $5 million for a shipment of powder. And when the
exchange is done, we can shake hands and go our separate ways once more, eh? So,
you didn't learn. When my mother died at the hands of your ambition, you didn't
learn your limitations. I have no limitations. Oh, and by the way, Michael,
according to Jack Nelson's personal accounts, he bought passage for five people
from Boston to Liverpool. Five people, his wife, his mistress, President
Roosevelt's son, himself and Gina Gray. Gina's coming to London, Michael where I
will be happy to show her the sights. Fuck! You fucking bastard, Tommy! Spirits,
Boston Irish and Uncle Jack. You're the devil, Tommy Shelby! - You're the fucking
devil! - I'm ready for the conversation.

Season 6 Episode 2
1 Ever since you began to build your empire, you've had a crutch to lean on. I
swear in the name of Almighty God, I will take revenge on Tommy Shelby. That, my
friend, is the finest opium in the world. Perhaps we can meet after you've spoken
with your wife's uncle, Jack Nelson. Tommy Shelby wants to do business with Jack
Nelson? So, speak to your uncle and get me out of here. If he doesn't want to buy
my opium, I will sell to the East Boston Jews. It's Ruby. She's not well. I'm
coming home. There will be a war in this family and one of you will die. You've
been too busy to punish the people that killed her. How is the family? Daddy.
Hello, Ruby. Come here. Let me see you. I missed you. I missed you. That is a Black
Madonna. What presents did you get us, Dad? Son. She's all better, Tommy. You came
back for nothing. But I'm glad you're back. Right, before we do anything else,
we're going to go for a drive, OK? - Let's go. - What about me? Yeah, you can come
too, come on. A drive where? I've asked the driver to take us to see Dr Robert. - I
want him to have a look at Ruby. - Why, love? The appointment is in one hour, you
can stay here or you can come. Right. Right, let's go. Tommy? Yeah? It was all
good. Everything was clear. That is a relief. - That's a relief. - Yeah. Driver's
bringing the car round. Daddy. Hiya. Come here. When did you last sleep? Not much
since we last spoke on the phone. Well, now you know Ruby's all clear, you can
sleep. Yeah. Lizzie, I am very happy that Ruby's results are clear. But still you
won't sleep. I will speak to Johnny and I will speak to Esmeralda. We could be on
holiday. We could be up a mountain in America. That wouldn't have been possible.
The man I'm dealing with is coming to London. I need to be there. No escape. We
will escape, Lizzie. One last deal to be done. It'll be difficult. Difficulties are
to be expected. This is why I must move from item to item. Do you feel that? Do you
feel anything? You know, you talk as if you're watching everything on a screen.
When we go home. When we go home, we'll give the kids to Frances, and then you and
me will go to bed. And I will be the next item. - That's how it feels now, Tommy. -
Yeah. Everything on a list. - Hey, baby. - When are we going home? Tommy? Tommy?
Tommy? What's happened? Fuck, fuck. Fuck. Tommy. Come here. Come here. What's
happened? Tommy. It is four years one month and six days since I had a drink. My
head is clear. I am myself. Is this the first time? Once on the ship back. Not as
bad. Tommy you need to see a doctor. I've work to do. It's the work that's to
blame. The people you meet, the lies that you tell. We're going to keep going till
the Boston business is done. Then we rest. Then we Peaky Blinders fucking rest.
Comrades, before we end this planning meeting and send you out into the rain we
have a surprise. He just arrived back from a trade mission to America. He came back
early and he has insisted on addressing you volunteers in person. Comrades, your
Labour representative for South Birmingham, Mr Thomas Shelby MP, OBE. I bring with
me on the train from London a message from Westminster. No. No, no, no, not a
message. Not a message. An instruction, in fact. You must be silent. You must say
nothing. Say nothing about the present situation in this city. Say nothing about
hunger. Say nothing about jobs. Say nothing about pay. But those in greener
pastures, they may speak. They may raise their voices. But here in the smoke, you
men and women, Irish and Italian and English who support the Socialist cause And
even your socialist cats and dogs and canaries. you must hush. Because the King,
and all the King's horses and all the King's men want you to be silent. But it is
you, my friends, who must suffer the cuts in wages and in welfare and in dignity.
And you must not complain, because that would be unpatriotic. You soldiers, who
have fought in France, you are traitors if you speak up. You veterans of their wars
and their booms and their busts, it is you who must take the blows, and carry the
burdens for the sake of those in greener pastures who bellow at you "Silence".
Well, watch this, comrades. I will not be silent. Not this Englishman. No silence
from me. No silence from me, because I have heard your voices when you come to me
and tell me about the cries of your hungry children, and I will gather up every
single one of those cries and I will take 'em with me on the train to Westminster
and I will let them out of the bag in the House of Commons, and let them try to
silence that, eh? Shouldn't that involve some sharing of the burden? All of us
taking a smaller slice of the cake, eh? After all, it's bloody us who bakes the
cake and makes the cars and melts the metal. And the King, remember him, the man
who ordered all of this, shouldn't he be taking some of the cuts? Eh, some of the
blows? Some of the pain? No or yes? YES! Hush. Hush, you working men and women.
Silence. Good. Save your voices. You are going to need them on Saturday when we
rally together at the Bull Ring Market and together, we'll raise the roof, we'll
break the damned silence and bring down this broken government. Tommy, Tommy.
Tommy, Tommy Thank you. Laura McKee. Battalion Commander, Fermanagh IRA. You missed
the first and second act. Thank you for coming, Mr Shelby. Thank you. Thank you.
The third act was enough. You both have reasons to hate me and to want to seek
revenge for the killing of Sh. Gypsy tradition. We do not mention the name of the
dead in company. Laura McKee, in the Shelby family, business comes before issues of
vengeance. Our beloved departed would understand and approve. Let's go, boys. Our
agreement was we meet in a crowded place. No need for crowds. We need you alive.
After you. You know, Mr Shelby, even though we've been doing business for a while,
we've never met in person. You spoke with passion and compassion. You understand
forgiveness and you drink water. Yet I heard from many reliable sources that you
have a reputation for moral turpitude. "Moral turpitude". It's a good name for a
racehorse. You don't know what it means? I know what it means. It means you fuck
people. Fuck people over. Don't give a fuck. It means you covet and steal and burn
all principles for the sake of self-interest. Well, I'm changing, Laura McKee, and
my organisation is also changing. So, what happened in Boston? Jack Nelson said no.
Are we accepting "no" as an answer? These are letters written to and by Jack Nelson
over the last three months. This This is a private letter from the President of the
United States. Where the fuck did you get this? My racehorse, Moral Turpitude, is
just one of many in my stables. Sometimes even now I'll take her out for a run, if
there is a good cause that requires her services. Jack Nelson's coming to London.
Officially, he's coming to buy liquor import licenses. Unofficially, he's on a
fact-finding mission. He's come to measure the strength of support for fascism in
Britain. He'll report back to the President. And how does that help us? In this
letter to his son, Jack Nelson expresses strong support for fascism. In this letter
to a friend in Berlin, he says some, erm, interesting things about Jews. He's not
coming to Europe to find facts. He's coming to find proof that fascism will
prevail. And you and I are going to help him in that task. I thought you were a
socialist. Well since I've entered politics, I've learned that the line doesn't go
out from the middle to the left and the right. It goes in a circle. I'll show you.
You go far enough left, eventually you'll meet someone who has gone far enough
right to get to the same place. Working-class socialists like me, working-class
nationalists like you. The result? National Socialism. And that's me, in the
middle. Just a man trying to make an honest living in a very dark world. You have
friends in Dublin, Laura McKee, who are actively fighting for a Fascist Ireland.
And you are acting on their behalf, ain't you? When Jack Nelson comes to London, I
can give him access to Oswald Mosley and to Fascist sympathisers in the House of
Commons and the House of Lords, on both sides of the divide. Fascism is quite the
thing among the very best people. And with your help, I can also offer him Dublin.
And you think this will allow us to ship our merchandise to Boston? Perhaps. There
may be other benefits for your cause. All you have to do is sit with Jack Nelson
and talk to him about a new "golden age" and let him put a pin in the map of
Ireland for the President of the United States. I came to collect Arthur and put
him to bed. I found him in the Garrison Lane with a syringe in his hand. A friend
loves at all times but a brother is born for adversity. Proverbs 17, 17. I have two
brothers in need, but yours is the more urgent, Tommy. Will you come with me? So,
Laura McKee are you going to help me change the world? Mr Shelby, this meeting is
not what I expected. Never is. Is that a yes or a no? My answer's yes. The answer's
always yes. The back door is unlocked. You can let yourself out. And tell your
friends back home, Tommy Shelby has changed. Where is he? When I found him, the
syringe was empty. He was sleeping it off on the cobbles. Shit, Tommy. Shit. It's
all under control, Ada. Well, I'm not under fucking control. I'm not you, Tommy,
and I'm not Polly either. Even though I'm trying to be. She would have stopped
this. We will pull Arthur through this. I'm not talking about Arthur, I'm talking
about you. I heard everything you were saying in there. Ada, this will be the end
of it, do you hear me? This is the way out for all of us. And along the way, I will
be doing good. No, along the way, you're going to make yourself a lot of fucking
money. All right, fair enough. Any incidental rewards for my good work will be
welcome. But you will get - your fair share, sister. And by being among
the Fascists, by being among 'em, I can undermine them. Polly would approve.
Beneath all the gold and diamonds, and fucking, fucking mink and lace, she was a
solid Socialist. Look, I know it's too late for this, Tom, but this doorway, this
same fucking doorway. We used to come here for Dad's beer and we were so little it
took two of us carry one bucket. Yeah, I remember. Look at us now, eh? Yeah.
Fucking look at us. Take a good look, Tom, cos one of us isn't going to be here for
long. Fuck, opium and presidents! Ada, if you don't want to help me carry the
bucket then I wouldn't blame you. But this is my mission. And I will have no
limitations. Where are you, Tom? Hm? My big brother? You know you used to stop
sometimes and laugh. Do you even remember this place? You walk into the Garrison
like a stranger and you sip fucking water. But I'm alive, Ada. Yeah. And you're
still looking for trouble big enough to kill you. Well I think you might have found
it. I have children, Tommy. You have to carry this bucket on your own. One brother
half-dead in the rain in Garrison Alley and the other has no limitations. I'm
expected. Dilegua, o notte Tramontate, stelle Oh, and Mr Solomons no longer
tolerates the smoking of tobacco in his presence. All'alba vincero Vincero Vincero!
I always thought that opera was just fat people fucking shouting. Yeah. What do you
think now? I think the sound of a tenor in full passion reminds me of the crying
out of Italian soldiers when they had my bayonet inside them. Ever since my own
death, I have been somewhat haunted by it. Dear me. But instead of fighting these
voices, I decided to write their songs down, y'know, turn them into an opera of my
own. Do not light that. No. No. Were you not told? I have a condition. What I was
told, Alfie is that you have withdrawn and that you spend your days alone obsessing
about opera singers. Opera's not fucking singing, is it? It's not singing. It is
the sound that people make before words. And I do not allow smoking because I do
need to see fucking clearly, all right? What, do you sense weakness in the
Israelite? - Not a sense of weakness, no, Alfie. - Huh. A certain knowledge of it.
Since you have been sat here writing your opera a member of your family has died.
Charles Solomons. Your uncle. He ran all the narcotics, bootlegging, prostitution,
gambling syndicates out of east Boston. But last January, poor old Charlie, well he
was shot in the Cotton Club, in the lavatory, by men that you know. And yet you did
nothing, Alfie. Now my opera is called America. America is my fucking masterpiece.
The truth is, your uncle is dead. Boston is gone and you, once the big man who ran
Camden Town, now can't even extinguish another man's cigarette. Let alone his
fucking life. - You need favours, Alfie. - I need a fucking final act, right. Just
a final fucking act for my opera. Yeah? Alfie, I think I may have written your
final act. Why don't you sit down and have a listen, eh? I have five tonnes of
pure, refined opium sitting in one of my warehouses in Liverpool. I have safe
storage off the coast of Canada. I have men willing to distribute it in Toronto,
Quebec, New York and Boston. The income would be immediate and would shift the
balance of power in Boston back in the favour of the Solomons family. In the final
act that I am giving you, Alfie, it is you who takes the revenge. Why would you
sell? The Irish are being difficult. The Italians are not an option. Also, Alfie,
you are my friend. - Pay you with credit? - No. - Oh. - I will take property. You
own half the warehouses in Camden. I would take them and knock them down, build
houses - for the needy and the deserving. - Oh. Yeah, well, the, erm The Irish have
always been difficult, Tommy, ain't they? For about fucking 700 years. You know
that I once saw an Irishman arguing with the statue of Oliver Cromwell in
Parliament Square. The argument went on for quite a while, actually. It went into
the night and his little voice echoed all around the Houses of Parliament as he got
more and more angered at Oliver Cromwell's reluctance on what to answer his
legitimate questions. So angered, in fact, that eventually he punched the statue on
the nose and broke his fucking hand. And there it is, y'know. The Irish question,
innit. How come you can remember so much about what happened 200 years ago, but you
just can't remember what fucking happened last night? How much is a tonne? Johnny.
Only me today. Jack says a few more weeks - Then you'll be free. - When do you
travel to London? Tomorrow. I came to say goodbye. When you go to London, stay away
from the devil. Block your fucking ears if you have too. I will be with you,
Michael. I've been thinking about you. Only you. And don't worry about Tommy
Shelby. I have no interest in a dead man. Jack says he has to die. Well, you tell
Jack to wait. If anyone is going to kill Tommy Shelby It will be you. I know. I
told Jack. And Jack said, "OK. Let the kid do it. " And in return, he can collect
the cash that Tommy won't. Five million dollars. The devil will be dead. The future
belongs to us. Oh, and, erm, Michael. Every night midnight in Boston, 5am in London
I'll be wide awake in my big wide bed, and you'll be wide awake in this prison
cell. And our souls will come together, and we'll fuck. I won't need an alarm
clock. And you won't sleep until I'm done. Midnight fucks 5am. Every day. Because
we trust each other. Hm. You're a traitor, Shelby! You're a fucking scab! Darker.
Bluer. Sharper. And also from below. Darling, how is that? You look absolutely
terrifying, my love. Fuck lipstick. Fun. To launch the ship. A long and terrible
journey, Diana. Don't fucking let me down. Mr Shelby! Mr Shelby! Daily Mirror. Off!
May I ask why a socialist MP would attend a Fascist rally, sir? Let him in, let me
answer the question. Mr Mosley's constituency borders my own. We have worked
together in the past. He was once a socialist himself. My role here tonight is to
to act as a bridge between ideologies. I am in the middle. Mr Shelby, you once
shared a platform with Mr Mosley. Will you be sharing the stage with him tonight?
No. I am simply here to remind my friend Mr Mosley that the way of the British
people is compromise. And you can print that, pal. Fucking rag. Lizzie, you should
know Mosely's wife died six months ago. Give him your condolences, will you?
Tonight, he will be with his mistress. Who is apparently a Lady of some standing
and has given him great comfort in his time of grief. Fuck off, you dozy bastard! -
Move out of my fucking way. - What is Arthur doing here? Mosley invited him. I
agreed. Arthur made me a promise, which he appears to have broken. Move. I said
fucking move. I tried my best. - He hid some junk in his sock. - OK. Move along.
Oi. - Tommy Boy. - Come on. Get in. Get in. Come on. Tom, tell them to fuck off. My
brother. Tommy. Johnny Dogs. Mosely invited me. He said wear a black fucking shirt.
I said I would look like every other bastard. - Lizzie. - Come on. For fuck's sake.
You're an angel. I know I've fucking let you down. I've fucking let you down, I
know I have. All right? I've fucking said sorry a million times and I'll say it
again. - I'm sorry, all right? - Yeah? I'm fucking sorry. Look at Johnny Dogs.
Fucking look at the state of him. He looks like a fucking waiter. - Oh, Shut up. -
Get me a fucking drink. Johnny, take your shirt off and give it to me. For fuck's
sake, Tommy. Take your fucking shirt off and give it me now. Get it off! Arthur,
this is my fault. - This is my fault. - Yeah. Remember, we voted on getting
involved in the opium trade? - You voted no. - I said no. Remember, I overruled
you. - I've not been here, I've been away. - Where have you been, Tom? Ada tells me
you've been hanging out with Mosely? - Yeah, he's - Yeah? Yeah, in his big
beautiful fucking house. Had parties there in Belgravia. And they give me fucking
respect. And what do you give them? Snow and junk from the company. Look at you,
brother. Half of you has gone. Half of you has gone. - The fuck! - Rag and bone.
You fucking slapped me. You slapped me. I have to remain unresolved. Do you
understand? Unresolved. Unresolved in everything. I have to move between left and
right, light and shade. And maintain the trust of both. And I cannot have my
brother wearing a fucking black shirt on the cover of the Daily Mirror. If anyone
takes my picture in this, they'll find their fucking camera under my heel, Tom.
They are throwing petrol bombs out there Tommy. I thought Ada was taking care of
you. Ada's got decisions to make about working with us. - She doesn't know what she
wants. - I'll speak to Ada. - Listen, I'm going home, all right? - No. You stay
there. I have something for you. Lizzie, you go with Johnny. Johnny, take Lizzie to
her seat. I don't have an invitation, Tom. You're wearing a fucking black shirt,
you can do what you like. Go on. I'll follow you. Go on. Go on, Dogs. Get me a
fucking drink while you're there. I know, Tom. Look at me. Arthur, before I went to
America I wrote a letter. Yeah? Who to? To Linda. And in that letter I wrote,
"Linda, as a Christian woman, "do you believe in forgiveness?" And this is what I
got back. Two days ago. Have a look. "As a Christian woman, I do believe in
forgiveness. " Yeah, and the word "do" is underlined. Arthur, I am no Christian.
But I also believe in forgiveness. So, get yourself clean. Stay clean for two
weeks, I'll write Linda another letter. Cos I know where she is. First, I need you
back. I need my brother. Got a lot to do. Need someone to do the real work. Yeah.
Yeah. Look at your smile, Tom. Look at your smile, brother. It's been so long. Come
on. Let's see what this bastard has to say. Come on. - All right. All right. - Come
on. Come on. Yeah, I'm coming. He is a bastard and all, Tommy. Black shirts and
Jews. Here we go. Here we fucking
go. Stay in the middle and do nothing, Tom. But not fucking me. Come here you, you
Nazi bastard. - Oof! - Ugh! You! You! Come here, man, I'll take your fucking eye.
Not here. Not here. Come here. You've had your fun, let's go home. We have
business. Johnny, you get him home. This time, check his fucking socks. For fuck's
sake. Tommy, we should get out now. Forget this American business. We've got
enough. Not yet enough. Here she comes. - Remember to smile. Come on. - Shit.
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight he has truly earned your adulation. The future Prime
Minister of this great country, Sir Oswald Mosley. Fuck you, Mosley. - Fuck. I look
terrible. - You look beautiful, Lizzie. I need to impress this woman, so I will act
as if she is beautiful as well. Mosely. Diana, this is Tommy Shelby MP, OBE. Mr
Shelby, Lady Diana Mitford. Oswald's most recent and last-ever mistress. - This is
my wife. Lizzie Shelby. - Beautiful earrings. Oh, I stole them from Tiffany's.
Actually, he bought the earrings in Paris. - We were in Paris on our honeymoon. -
God, I hate Paris. Hmm. I hear you prefer Berlin. Oswald and I are going to marry
there, aren't we, Oswald? Hm. Mosely, I have business to discuss. Perhaps you and I
could find somewhere a bit quieter, eh? Darling, Mr Shelby just made the
astonishing suggestion that we men go off and discuss business while you women wait
around looking glamorous. Goodness. What year do you think this is, Mr Shelby?
1807? In Birmingham, the centuries grind by quite slowly. But, Mr Shelby, if it's
business, Diana is the engine of my enterprise. It's the modern way, Mr Shelby.
Yes, we know. I am company director. I will join the meeting as well. But of
course, you must come as well, Elizabeth. By the way, I really don't like "Lizzie".
I prefer Liberated Elizabeth. She must be part of this. She's been all the way to
Paris, so she is a woman of the world. Bravo. Do you know, Oswald has told me
everything about you. Only three, because I know these days Mr Shelby doesn't. Our
friend in Berlin doesn't either. They have that in common at least. Oh, I imagine
they have lots in common. Report to me, Shelby. Officially Jack Nelson is in London
to buy import licences. And unofficially, he's Roosevelt's envoy. Well, as you can
see from this private letter, he is far from a neutral point of view. Look at the
bottom of the second paragraph. "Individually Jews are fine but as a race they
stink. " Hm. Elizabeth, do you even know why the bridge to President Roosevelt is
so important? Actually, no. I don't really know much about this business at all.
But I have fucked your future husband. So, I know lots of things about him. Tommy,
I'll be outside. Well done, Elizabeth. Do you people want to meet Nelson or no? Mr
Shelby, from now on, can I call you Thomas? If you like. Of course we would. And we
are very grateful for your efforts. But, Mr Shelby, before this enterprise goes any
further, you really must do something about your wife. Mr Shelby. Yes. Mr Nelson. I
came early. I wanted to come and take a look around this beautiful church. You're
Catholic, Mr Shelby. I hoped that by suggesting we meet in church it might make us
both more cautious with lies and truth. Well, your hope would be forlorn. - There
ain't no-one listening here. - You don't believe in God? No. It was the way
Catholics were treated in my country that made me angry. Made me what I became.
What made you angry? Slowness in anything. I wanted to have everything already. Two
working-class Catholic boys. Did they mess with you when you were small? Some man
in the shadows. I carried a screwdriver and a blade. And everyone believed I had
the power to lay curses. And do you? Yes, I do. First man I killed was a priest.
You? A Prussian boy with green eyes, he was already underground. When did you last
kill a man, Mr Shelby? Four years ago. His name was Tommy Shelby. He drank whisky.
You want me to allow you to enter my city and deal narcotics that will kill people?
You deal in whisky, Mr Nelson. I recently read a report by the Vatican, actually,
which said that whisky disproportionately kills more of our Catholic brothers and
sisters, whereas opium is the sedative more often chosen by Protestants and
atheists. In return, there are people in England who you think I should meet? Yes.
Yes, like minds. I'm here to buy import licences for booze. The booze of the blue
blood elite. In America, we like we like labels and aspiration. Well, I have a
brand of my own vodka and gin. You can add that to your portfolio. I hear Shelby
labels are favoured by the working class. Indeed. A fact of which I am very proud.
They say you are a poet, too. No, I only read it. There are some people in this
country who I'd like to meet. Fascists. Not the ones in boots and black shirts. The
ones in tuxedos. I know men who are friends of the cause. I also know men who are
enemies of the cause. For many years now, I have been working closely with Winston
Churchill, in many different capacities. I have his trust. He's opposed to the rise
of fascism. You, I believe, see it as inevitable. Well, I can give you men of
influence who support your cause. I can also offer you a full report on Churchill's
strategies. All this in return for access to south Boston. Alternatively, you can
take on Churchill on your own, without my intelligence. And I can sell my opium to
the Jews. You are a brave man, Mr Shelby. A war hero, I hear. Every war hero I ever
met, they're just someone who wanted to get themselves killed. Do we have a deal,
Mr Nelson? I'll think a great deal about what you've said. Ruby, have you finished
your spelling, love? Ruby? Ruby? Ruby? Ruby? What are you doing, love? I can hear
voices. Coming from up the chimney. - What voices? - The grey man. Gentlemen, Mr
Thomas Shelby. Birmingham South. Mr Speaker. I was raised in a family that endured
living conditions that would test the morality of even the most virtuous. Indeed
Indeed, even the best of us would have our virtues trounced and thwarted by life in
the meanness and the bitterness of an overcrowded British slum. What would you know
about virtue? Quickly, please. Therefore, Mr Speaker, I intend to put before this
House a bill which will offer radical reform in housing in this country, in which
slums are cleared and new houses are built with new standards in health and
hygiene. Westminster 245. House of Commons. The time has come for change, the
people have had enough. Let's open the windows, let in new light, build a new
Jerusalem brick by Government-owned brick. Into there. Doctor? Yeah, Westminster
245. Mr Shelby. Tickner Maura O Beng, O Beng over and over again. - How is the
family? - And one of you will die. - They are staring at me, Daddy. - A man with
green eyes. Can you stop the voices? There are no voices, my love. It's the grey
man. He says he's coming for me and he's coming for Daddy as well. Argh! Argh!
Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Mr Shelby. Is everything all right in there? Mr Shelby?
Everything's fine. Everything's fine. - Hello? - Tommy. Tommy, she has a
temperature of 101 and nothing is working. Just get here now. - Lizzie. - Please.
Lizzie. - Where is she? - She's with the doctor upstairs. Listen, Tommy. He said we
shouldn't come close to her, in case In case of what? When she coughs, there's
blood. Madonna, put me through to the number I gave you for Esme Shelby Lee.

Season 6 Episode 3
1 Jack Nelson's coming to London. There are some people in this country who I'd
like to meet. Fascists. Not the ones in boots and black shirts. The ones in
tuxedos. Mr Shelby, Lady Diana Mitford. Oswald's most recent and last ever
mistress. Officially he's coming to buy liquor import licenses. And unofficially
he's Roosevelt's envoy. By being among the Fascists, by being among 'em, I can
undermine them. Still looking for trouble big enough to kill you. If you don't want
to help me carry the bucket, then I wouldn't blame you. You have to carry this
bucket on your own. Do we have a deal, Mr Nelson? You're a brave man. Every war
hero I ever met, they're just someone who wanted to get themselves killed. If
anyone is going to kill Tommy Shelby It will be you. The devil will be dead. The
future belongs to us. You need to see a doctor. We've got to keep going until the
Boston business is done. Hello? Tommy, she has a temperature of 101 and nothing is
working. Just get here now. Out of the way! Out of the way! - No no. Where's the
doctor? - Can you get the doctor? - I need to speak a doctor. - Mr Shelby. Mr
Shelby, your daughter has consumption. Consumption is a very infectious disease.
There are procedures that must be followed. - Please, hand over the child. - OK.
Lizzie? It's going to be all right. Right, you take her. You be gentle. Look after
her. That's my daughter, you hear me? I need to be with her. I need to be with my
daughter! Tom. OK. Come on. They are X-raying Ruby, they have to X-ray us - because
we might have it as well. - Fuck us, Lizzie. Fuck us! Fuck you and me! Who brought
this on? We brought on this curse. Stop, Tommy. Fucking stop! They wouldn't let me
pass. They wouldn't let me pass. They did it on purpose, to punish me. Tommy, stop
it, please. All right. All right. My husband is very sorry. OK. My husband is very
sorry and he is calm now. He is recovering from addiction. Sometimes Sometimes he's
a horse in a crate, kicking the crate. It's just the crate I'm kicking. I'm sorry.
- Lizzie. - Yeah? Tell me what I have to do. - This way, sir. - Sorry. Thank you.
Mr Shelby, you will need to keep still for a moment. To see what's inside. Wait
till you see. God. God knows what's inside. God help her. She has a tubercular
infection in her left lung. They've caught it quite early. They'll do more tests.
They do this thing, pulmonary something, where they collapse the lung, let it rest.
Sometimes the lung cures itself. And if that doesn't work, they use gold. What? -
Gold? - Gold salts. The doctor said he explained their methods to you when you cut
the ribbon to open the institution. I can't remember, I wasn't listening. Yeah,
well. Gold salts. Salt with 37% gold. They say it helps, but it will make her more
sick at first. Did they say what? Did they say what the chances are? - No. They
don't say. - Hm. But she's small. And with TB that's not good because the disease
is big and fast. I'm so sorry, my darling. But I will deal with it. I will make it
go away. I will strike a bargain. You should be wearing a mask. I am. You can try
gold, I will try something else. Mayfair 244. Ada. Listen to me. I need you to be
me in London. No, it's important. I know you want nothing to do with my business,
but Ruby is very sick. I need five days of your time. So she dresses well. - Go to
the door and take her coat. - Yes, ma'am. Uh and make a note of the label. Of
course, ma'am. Oh, Thomas, where the devil are you? Mrs Ada Thorne, ma'am. - I
thought you were all called Shelby. - Ah, I'm a widow. My husband didn't have the
good grace to die. He lingers yet. Your husband is a member of the Guinness family,
I believe. They do a lot of good work on behalf of the poor. The poor who are only
poor because they spent so much of their income on Guinness. Please. I think the
causes of poverty are a little more complex than that. Yes. I believe it is to do
with genetics. Huh. Beautiful vase. My grandfather stole it from a brothel in
Cairo. Egyptian. The 18th Dynasty, I think. How do you know so much about Egyptian
vases? - I collect antiques. - Hm. A tribe of Gypsies settles on a clearing in a
factory town. Children, of course, ensue in their hundreds, but one of them becomes
a gangster and a politician, the other a collector of antiques. It is quite
extraordinary. A result of genetics, I think. My dear, you researched me and I
researched you. If this was 1919, you would have come through my front door
carrying a revolver and a Molotov cocktail and would happily have blown off my
head. Hm, isn't it wonderful how time changes everything? - Where is the American?
- He'll be here later. Where is Mosley? He heard Thomas wasn't coming so he decided
to sulk. You know how men are. Where is Thomas? His daughter is sick. Does he not
employ a Governess? It's a class thing, a genetic thing. He puts his daughter's
welfare before business. Even the business of changing the world. I thought today
was purely social. Now that it's just you, I suppose it will be. You should know
your brother has altered my life. The men here just bounce up and down in their
saddles in a rising trot, never even galloping. Thomas is the man on the horse on
the vase. That's why I put it out for you to look at. According to recent
interpretations, the black rider on 18th Dynasty vases is meant to signify
approaching death. So, yes, I suppose it resembles Thomas. Tell me, why is he so
emotionally mutilated? Oh. Because he is a character in a novel, of course. One of
those novels ladies like you like to read. All about wild men. Oh, I don't read
novels, I read only pornography and politics. In the absence of the men, shouldn't
we ladies be engaging in small talk? Very well. Small talk. You know I like to fuck
women as well as men. Mm, Tommy was right. He says that everything is a circle. A
lady in Eaton Square, as coarse and honest as an Aston whore. I just realised I
haven't even offered you a drink. Ada. Before the dreary business of changing the
world begins, I want you to know something. When the time comes for the great
cleansing, I myself will personally argue the case that the Jews must be dealt
with, but that the Gypsies should be spared. Huh. Let's drink whisky and wait for
the American. Huh. Who the fuck are you? I am the owner of this Colt pistol and the
bullets within it. And I am in a hurry. I followed the patrin signs for the Lee
family. I'm looking for Esme Shelby-Lee. Never heard of her. Esme's husband was a
fucking dirty Didicoi. - He was a Peaky Blinder. - Yeah? Well, I'm the elder and
more terrible. And as I said, I'm in a hurry. Where is she? Put your gun away,
Thomas, there's children around. You only found me cos I let you find me. I heard
you were looking, and I'm curious. If any of these men is your man, please tell him
I want no trouble. I don't have a man. What use is a man? A horse pulls the wagon.
A dog keeps me safe. A cat keeps me warm at night. And if anybody's going to give
you trouble, Tommy Shelby. It'll be me. What do you want? Tell them to leave. What,
you think I'm in charge here? Oh, I'm sure of it, Esme. Didicoi's too grand to put
his arse on the grass these days? I have a daughter, Esme. Her name is Ruby. She's
fallen ill suddenly. She's very sick. And I can tell by saying her name and looking
in your eyes that I have wasted petrol, time and hope. Wasted petrol on what? Ah
Tommy Shelby, OBE MP. Running round the mountains in pursuit of a Gypsy curse, is
that it? I thought you had Polly deal with the spirits. Polly is dead. Bullet or a
blade? Still speaks to me in my dreams. It was her who told me to come find you.
Polly. That name like the ringing of the school bell. Come and do as you're told.
Oh, fuck! I am so glad I'm not in your camp any more. Made of bricks and bars. My
daughter is dying, Esme. Some people go to France. To Lourdes. I hear they sell
trinkets. I need more than fucking trinkets. I can tell from your reaction this is
not your doing. I'm sorry for troubling you. The butler says our American friend is
parking the car. He also says, in answer to your inquiry, Diana, that the coat our
exotic friend is wearing is made by Chanel. - That's a very expensive label. - Yes,
it is. But the perfume I can smell on you is very cheap. I am deeply, deeply
annoyed that Thomas isn't here. It is a family emergency, apparently. We only have
Ada. The sister. Well, would the sister like some more Champagne? Oh, the sister is
allowed to speak? She thinks this lunch is purely social. The sister is here
because there's sickness in the family. Thomas wanted someone from the Shelby
organisation to introduce Mr Nelson to you and to offer all three of you an
invitation. Ooh. What invitation? The invitation can wait. And please remember, in
this moment, in this room, it is the Shelby family that holds the power, because we
have the information and the incentives that will make Mr Nelson do what you
require him to do. So when I speak, please keep your fucking mouths closed,
because, although I'm reluctant, I am actually quite good at this. And yes, I will
have Champagne. - Ah. - Take care of this. OK, so before these dull introductions
begin, I just have to tell you something that my niece Gina just told me. Oh, Jack.
She said the Shelby family are all witches and sorcerers who speak freely with the
dead. So who here's a Shelby? Is it true? - Gina. - Hello, Ada. Michael sends his
regards. You're the sister. Yes, it seems I am indeed the sister. I did some
research. You were a Communist once, but diamonds and lipstick now. Actually, I'm a
Socialist. She is Mr Shelby's political adviser. And you, you're the future Prime
Minister of Great Britain - and its dominions. - Indeed I am. And you, Lady Diana
Mitford, the talk of London with her amphetamines and emeralds. It is her sharp
mind that I am in love with. Men bore me. Ada, do you have a man? My husband
died, but of course we speak often. Between this sparkling conversation, could I
get a drink of some kind? So this little kid Gina, she runs out, she marries a
gangster, and now here we all are. Oh, Jack, please, you are so blunt. Yes, it's
wonderful. A man who is not careful with his words. I'm not careful. Just say it
first then clear up the broken glass with my bare hands. There you are. I don't
seem to have a drink either. Well, I have Scotch or Irish. Thomas drinks Irish. -
Where the hell is he? - Irish. He's been unavoidably detained. - Nothing is
unavoidable. - His daughter is unwell. He doesn't have a wife? You know, I did some
research on you too, Mr Nelson. Ada here is the smart one of the family. I learnt
that when you were young you lost a brother and a sister to consumption? No ice?
Well, that same awful illness has entered our family. And, you see, Thomas has very
little faith in current medical practice - regarding tuberculosis. - Man, he has
that right. He's gone off in search of alternative approaches to curing the
disease. Experimental work that he hopes will save the life of his daughter. In his
shoes I would do the same thing. Your brother intrigues me. Yes, he often has that
effect on people. Yes, and my future husband has that effect on 20 million people
in this country who attend his rallies and listen to his broadcasts. It's amazing
what English upper class women can do with just skin, bone and arrogance. My
brother sends his apologies for not being here and would like to invite all of you
to his home for a meeting. A meeting where the real business will be done. And
where you can meet like minds from Ireland who would also like to discuss the
future of Europe. But as you say, this lunch is purely social. And looking at my
glass, I see I still don't have Champagne. Michael told me the sister had gone
straight. Yes, but her brother is the sun, and the rest just orbit around him. Gina
tells me lots of things, but I want to hear it from you, Ada. What exactly does the
Shelby Company Limited do? Fuck! You used to have eyes in the back of your head.
How can you change so much and not change at all? I have other lines of inquiry,
give me the spark plug. Gimme the Gimme the fucking spark plug. Give you the spark,
give you hope? Is that what you want? Something you should see. Someone dead,
someone grieving. A lot of hate against you. You were wise to come to me, Thomas.
Open up the bonnet, would you? What hate? What hate, what grieving? I can't explain
where it is you have to go. So I'll take you there. I hope the suspension is good.
We're going to a wild old place. Mrs Thorne, Mr Shelby isn't here. I know. I am. Do
you know where he's gone? He's gone up a mountain looking for a miracle. No-one is
allowed to go in if he's not here. Just bring me the keys. All of the keys. Do you
want tea, Mrs Thorne? Whisky. Mr Shelby doesn't allow whisky in the building any
more. Then have someone go and fetch some. Until Mr Shelby comes down off his
mountain, I'm in charge. Yes, Mrs Thorne. Fuck. Mickey, I've got to go. The boss's
sister is here. For the next five days, I'm not the boss's sister, I'm the boss. -
Where is Arthur? - We locked him in the cash safe. When he gets the yamps really
bad he tells us to lock him in the safe, to stop him from slipping down to China
Town. What are the yamps? When you lose your head. When you can't control yourself.
Young people say it. And Arthur gets the yamps a lot? A lot is twice a day. Arthur
gets them three times a day. It smells in here. Arthur sleeps on the floor. We lock
him in at night. On your feet. Sit down. Nice perfume. Tommy likes you, Isiah. I
believe I'm suited to this life. I'm not so sure about you. I was given to
understand that you are no longer part of the company. Hm. You speak well. I was
going to be an accountant but everybody said I would be wasted counting money,
instead of stealing it. What's the name of that perfume? I've got a girlfriend with
a birthday. I want you to go to Liverpool. Then I will go to Liverpool. We have
opium in storage at the Salthouse docks. Word got out among the dock workers. They
started stealing cupfuls, now it's by the bucket. By the bucket? The audacity of
it. The sale of the stolen opium is being organised by a union convenor called
Haydn Stagg. In the envelope you'll find details of where to find him and what to
do to him when you do. Is there a black star in the envelope? I decided not. You
decided? The name of the perfume is know your fucking place, soldier. I decided
he'll just take a beating. And also, that you're going to take Arthur with you.
Arthur, ten days clean, and we're going to take him into a warehouse full of
fucking opium? It can be your job to look after him. Why take him at all? It's his
reputation you're taking. The beating can be conducted in a civilised way. No-one
would dare fuck with Arthur Shelby. But they would fuck with me? Yes. He is Arthur
Shelby. You're Isiah who? I'm just Isiah, who is keen to learn, Ada. Keep him
clean. Deal with Haydn Stagg, bring Arthur back in one piece. And in return, I
won't tell Tommy that you're laying private bets on races that we've fixed. Just
trying to make a few extra pennies, buy that birthday present for my girlfriend.
Mm, lucky girl. Lock the door, Lizzie. There are people around here who start
drinking this early in the morning. No. I need to stay myself and be strong. Now,
come on, not with me. You can let it go with me. I can't cry, Ada. If I start, I'll
fall apart. I need to stay strong for Ruby. Tommy says it's just in one lung. No.
They now think it's in both. It's moving quickly. They collapsed the left lung but
it made no difference. They're starting her on the gold salts tomorrow. You know
somebody who died on the gold treatment, yes? Half the people I tell look like you
just did because they know someome who died on the gold treatment. The person I
knew was old. Old and young, the same. Have you given up, Lizzie? No. I'm being
strong. At her bedside, on my own. While Tommy is up in the mountains to be among
the gypsies. In truth it's a blessing he's not around at the hospital, because all
he wants to do is fight people and blame himself, and I've never felt so ashamed of
him, Christ, because right now I need a normal man. And it's me sitting there,
taking away the bloody rags and watching her disappear. Do you know when he's back,
Ada? He gave me instructions, not information. Can you get a message to him? He'll
be out of reach. Ada, I thought you might know things. I've been away from all
this. You're still Gypsy. Yeah, well. The mystery leaves you. What mystery? Lizzie,
is there anything practical that I can do? Before he left, he was looking for a
number for Esme. What's Esme got to do with this? I thought you might know. Esme's
a Lee. What does that mean? The Lees and the Barwells, they're wild tribes. Where
do they live? They're gypsies, they live where they like. Fuck. Fuck, Ada. Tribes
in the mountains. It's 1934, and the doctors know what it is, they know what causes
it, but oh, no, my husband, he knows better. Not a normal man, your brother. He's
up in the mountains with fucking horse thieves and sorcerers while I'm here on my
own. Not a normal man. It's OK, Arthur. I'll look after you. Yeah. And Ada said it
would be OK if I recruited my cousins. Off the streets of Alum Rock, and looking
for the big time. What do you say, Arthur? I say big-time boys don't ask for
permission. I think he means you're in. Let's go. Can you still ride bareback?
We're a long way from anywhere, Esme. If I find out you've been wasting my time,
I'll use that rope to fucking hang you. Right, hold up, Hold on, hold on. Listen,
you know what you've got to do, right? You've got your orders, I'm depending on
you. Do you hear me? Let me tell you something. Any man, any fucking man who looked
like this before they're Peaky Blinder. Peaky Blinder still looks like this. After.
I've got a real big mirror of a smile We are here to meet a gentleman called Haydn
Stagg. A gentleman? Mr Stagg? That scoundrel. Never there when you need him. Who
needs him? We do. Where is he? Last I saw he was up to his balls in a lady called
Maria. We have no time for tradition or the rules of the sporting life. Because,
among the Peaky Blinders, any man who comes home from a mission with all his
bullets, he pays a fine. My name's Haydn Stagg. I hear there's some men here from
Birmingham looking for me. I was in the banana warehouse playing football with the
boys. But I'm guessing you gentlemen aren't here to kick footballs. No. We're here
about other business. We like to call it Black Star business. The Black Star a pub,
is it? Yeah. The Black Star's a pub. The last pub you ever fucking drink in. The
Peaky Blinders take you to the Black Star and all your troubles are done. But the
pub you drink in, Mr Stagg, is called The Dolphin, right? Every night you're in
there. Not to drink, you're there divvying up the days takings, in't ya? And
there's a woman there. She sings out, "Opium for sale!" Sit down, boys. The rules
say the King puts his head on the block and the game is up. You're stealing from
the Shelby Company Limited. You're stealing from the Peaky Blinders, man. Therefore
punishment is a visit to the Black Star pub. But, out of kindness of my heart, your
sentence has been commuted. Praise the fucking Lord! And our lovely Ada, eh?
Instead instead, Mr Haydn Stagg, it's just a beating for you. Well, before I take
this beating Arthur Shelby, is it, yeah? Well, comrade, beneath your sleeves lies
the truth. The marks on your arm. Yeah. Stories about you come up the canal. Where
once you walked fine alone, now you need a stick. Let's just fucking do it, Arthur.
For me it was the morphine they gave us in France. I got a taste for it, Arthur. It
was 1924 before I realised the fucking war was over.
There's a warehouse full of it is just across the yard, there, where the boys play
football. And they steal it and roll around laughing, and it floats in the air. But
I'm strong, comrade. Arthur. Let's just fucking do it. - Liar. - It's me that's due
a beating. But it's me who feels sorry for you, Mr Shelby. Because you take your
beating every hour of every day. Your own blood betrays you, because it demands
dilution. And sometimes you want to cut a doorway in your arm so your blood can
escape and leave you in blessed peace. Yeah. Fuck you, man. I was once where you
are now, Arthur. If you're going to do it, do it. But look at me as the man you can
be. You've tried Jesus, yeah? Yeah, he looked you up and down and he shook his
head. Your loved ones your wife, your kids. Jesus and your wife and your kids can't
help you. Only you, Arthur Shelby. Only you. Don't count the days. Futile. You get
to 100, then you wake up and it's fucking one again. Don't build mountains. Walk
like it's a flat plain. Easy step by easy step. Arthur, just give me the fucking
word and I'll fucking do it. Use your stick, Arthur. Give him the order. Arthur,
I'm not going to ask you fucking twice. Isiah, leave him alone. No No fucking way.
I said you can stand down. Let's go, come on. Come on, all of ya. Go on. Go on.
Gypsy graveyard? You can still read the signs. No horse will go beyond here. We'll
have to walk. Just tell me whose grave it is. You'll see. Who knows what you'll
see? Do you ever go to John's grave? Things are really bad. When what's really bad?
I've done bad things, Esme. And you think now you're being punished for them? I
would like to make amends. You want to lift every curse anyone has ever put on you?
That's a lot of lifting. My own curse is in there somewhere. I should have done
more to protect John. You think in this holy place the spirits are listening to you
being kind? Believe it or not, Esme, I am discovering kindness. I'm learning it
from my children. Do you ever think you've lost your mind, Thomas? Lost it long
ago. I only use the crate it came in. I know why you're here. I'm in a hurry, Esme.
You think you can make a deal even with death? Well, soon you'll be in the right
place to do it. The village disappeared. The church fell down. Only us still use
the graveyard. Do you recall a sapphire? You gave a sapphire to a woman called
Bethany Barwell. Ten years ago. She took the stone back to her camp. I warned her
about it, but she took it anyway. She gave the sapphire to her sister. Evadne
Barwell. Evadne put the stone around the neck of her daughter. A little girl.
Straight away, the little girl began to cough. She died that night. Seven years
old. I heard they threw the sapphire in the river. No-one's ever gone to look for
it. I'm guessing it'll be the girl's mother who laid the curse. Only women can lay
curses. Perhaps she waited until your little girl was seven, so you'd know how it
feels. - Do you have whisky? - No. Tommy. Perhaps the treatment will work and your
daughter will live. It's science. Science is winning everything these days. Even
against the angels. I can leave you, if you want. Your horse will know his way
back. But I think there should be some reward for what I have shown you. Some
consideration. You can afford it, Mr Shelby OBE. I will find her. I will find this
fucking Evadne Barwell, I will fucking find her, and I will give her money to take
back this curse. You only found me because I wanted to be found. And the Barwells
roam from the border to the sea. I will give her £10,000. More. Anything. You will
put out word, Esme. You will put out word. I will put out word, and I will find
her. And instead of this poor wooden cross - Tommy! - I will build a monument to
this little girl. Her mother can decide how big. It can be as big as fucking
Nelson's Column. That and £10,000. I will buy her off. I will start looking today.
Ruby will be well. She will be well! And I will undo the many wrongs that I have
done. Now that I'm without whisky I can hear the spirits clearly, and they're
saying Ruby will be well, if I make amends. That is the conversation. If you want
my help, I will help you, Thomas, if you also pay me. Pay me and I will help you to
find her. - I will pay you. - But I don't want money. I don't read the papers, but
I know there was a crash, and nothing is certain and money loses value. Instead of
money, give me gold. Gold. Yes, I will give you gold. In uncertain times, gold is
always certain. I will give you gold. And you will help me find this woman. And she
will spare my daughter. - Lizzie! - Where the fuck were you? Where were you? Where
the fuck were you? She's gone, Tommy. She's gone. Just now. At 5. 17. You weren't
fucking here, were you? Were you? It was before then, and she was here, and then
she was gone, and now she's gone to where they've put the dead. They've put her
with the dead people. She was asking, just now, for you. But went at 5. 17. I told
her that you loved I gave her your kiss goodbye.
Season 6 Episode 4
1 and would like to invite all of you to his home for a meeting. All you have to do
is sit with Jack Nelson and talk about a new golden age. If anyone is going to kill
Tommy Shelby It will be you. The future belongs to us. Your daughter has
Consumption. Consumption is a very infectious disease. While they X-ray Ruby, they
have to X-ray us. It'll be the girl's mother who laid the curse. Perhaps she waited
until your little girl was seven so you'd know how it feels. Now that I'm without
whisky, I can hear the spirits clearly and they are saying Ruby will be well if I
make amends. She's gone, Tommy. Arthur. I've written some words. I can't speak 'em.
You're the oldest. You speak 'em for me. I'm sorry, brother. I can't do it. We
could have afforded a golden carriage. She deserved a golden carriage. But we
didn't afford ourselves that luxury. Because gold doesn't work. That was the last
lesson that Ruby taught us. This place was her favourite place in the whole world.
And she used to say "Dad "you never know what's going to come down the river. " And
it's true. Little Ruby's fate came a thousand miles too soon. But in her name and
in her memory things will change. And whatever comes down the river from now on we
will make good we will make peaceful and honest and good and send it on down the
river better than it was. In her memory we will do this. But for now, we send her
on, to wherever it is you go in the hope that if there is a destination that it's a
yard like this, with horses and boats for her to play on. Tom, I've got the petrol.
Who will light the flame? Jeremiah? Jeremiah, you made her laugh. You light the
flame. - No, no! No! - Lizzie No, you won't burn her! No! Lizzie, shush, shush,
shush! I just want to see her. - I just want to see her face. - We'll go and see
her together. Come on. - We'll go and see her together. - Yeah. Oh, my baby. The
devils who did this will pay, Ruby. What do you mean? What do you mean? Where are
you going? Riley, I think the police are here. Evadne Barwell? Yeah. Who's asking?
I am here on behalf of the blue sapphire. Don't shoot! There are babies! Gold dust.
Our business is done, Esme. Get out of the car. Not quite done, Tommy. I thought
this would be a good time. In fact, it's the perfect time. Some business is still
unfinished. Christians say, "The Lord gives, the Lord takes away. " Our spirits are
the same. Spirits just took away your child. Get out of the car, Esme. But those
same spirits want to give you a different child, Tommy. What child? A daughter
lost. A son found. Before you went to France, a long time ago at Appleby Fair you
slept with a girl. Her name was Zelda. I met her. She said you slept together under
a hazel tree, May 1914. When she fell pregnant, her father threatened to kill you,
but you'd already joined the army and gone away to France. You remember the girl
and the hazel tree, don't you, Tommy. Whoever that boy is, Esme whoever he is, our
business is done here. I brought you to this camp for a reason, and I brought him
as well. He is yours. A boy born with hazel eyes. He calls himself Duke. His mother
is dead. He's a thief. He works the fairgrounds, but he says he wants more to his
life than big wheels and carousels. If the losing of Ruby has left a hole in your
heart I'll send him to you. If you give me a bit more gold I'll tell him Tommy
Shelby can offer a man far, far more than big wheels and carousels. Is our business
done or not, Tommy? I know where you went. I'm going to spend more hours working in
the Commons with Mr Churchill. His fight is my fight. I sat like a stone and
thought about you killing someone in her name. And the Shelby institutions will be
expanded. I will set up a fund to research the causes and cures for Consumption.
Did the woman you kill have children? 10,000 children die every year, Lizzie. Go to
bed, Tommy. I've been reading about new research. - Stop and close your fucking
eyes. - I will not I will not stop! What is this good that you will become? I
killed a woman. I killed a woman and three men. And their bodies will be thrown
aboard the boat, like all the other bodies, but I am stepping off that boat and
onto another boat. Do you understand? Yeah. The doctor from the Sanatorium called
and said that he needs to speak to you urgently. But I think now you are beyond the
help of doctors. Lizzie Frances said Arthur's here. Tommy? - Tom? - Yeah, it's me.
Ah, fuck. Arthur, give me a light, will you? I can't find my lighter. I'm sorry I
couldn't speak at the wagon, Tom. Don't be sorry. What are you doing here? Waiting
for this fucking cup to fill up. Nearly empty, this barrel. There are plenty of
barrels, Arthur. Start another barrel. I thought maybe they're all full of fucking
blood. The junk, Tom fucks you up your mind. You know, Arthur. You was already
fucked up. You was fucked up since you were a kid. This is my theory. It's from
that time I gave you a beating when you were 12 and I was nine. We were fighting
over cigarettes. Maybe when I had you down on the ground, I gave you one too many
to the head. It was a draw, though, Tom. Nah, I beat you. - I had you pinned. - You
actually didn't. We both agreed. You're so fucked, you can't remember, brother. I
do. I do remember little things. I know you do. So, do I. The fog and the gas is
clearing, eh? Here, that cup's nearly full. Pass it here. That's Tommy stuff any
more. You don't drink no more, Tom. After Polly was gone, Arthur I thought I could
just march and march. I just kept up that fucking left, right, left, right, left,
right, fucking rhythm. I'd never have to stop. Then Ruby went. I stumbled and
crashed. And now here I am sat on my arse on the ground like a fucking tunneller. .
with my old comrade Arthur. Remember the January, Arthur? The family boat? The
whole family living on something the size of ten of these fucking barrels. Remember
that night at Tile Cross, 16 of us sleeping on the boat, the coppers come. We all
swam like rats. Except for Arthur. Arthur holds them off with a boat hook, all on
his own. And I remember, I climbed back up at the lock and looked back and saw you
waving that fucking boat hook in the copper's faces on your own. That's when I
realised. When I had you on the ground, all them years ago, it's because you let me
win. You wanted me to win. You've wanted me to win ever since. What chance do I
have if you start doing that again, eh? You'll stop. You'll stop cos the family
needs you to. It's like that long tunnel on the Dudley stretch. You remember Dudley
canal, line number one? 3,172 yards of fucking pitch blackness and rats swimming. -
Yeah. - Then we'd come round that corner and there'd be a shaft of light. And then
we'd know. Yeah. And you and me would both know it was nearly done. That's where we
are now, Arthur. Just a few more yards to go. Then you'll change your ways. And
I'll change the fucking world. We assumed, at this late hour, you would've had
dinner. There are drinks and sandwiches, if you want. We're not here to eat. Mr
Shelby will be down shortly. Please, tell Mr Shelby on behalf of us all that
changing the world can wait. He doesn't want to wait. There is Champagne. Oh,
goodie. Charles? I heard cars. Mr Shelby, the guests are I know. Dad, there's a
Bentley and a Rolls-Royce. Yeah. Go to bed, Charles. I can't sleep. I see her, when
I shut my eyes. Go to your mum. She'll be awake. She holds on to me. Let her hold
on to you. You hear me? Always let her hold on to you. Go on. Mr Shelby, the guests
said they would understand if - Have you served them drinks? - Yes. Yeah. OK,
Frances. The agenda is in my head. The agenda is in my head. I'm OK. Do I look OK?
If someone touches you, you won't shatter. Sing it. Sing it. I love that song. I
can't be singing rebel songs in a house in grief and mourning. Sing it to me
softly. It breaks my heart. Don't look at him. He's English. He can block his ears.
Darling, should she sing her rebel IRA song, while we wait or would that be
inappropriate? You know I went to a meeting of similar intent to this in Berlin.
Attended by the Chancellor himself and Goering and Himmler. It lasted until the sun
came up. We spoke about the future of the world in a serious way. When the first
rays of light entered the room, we all stood and stared at it, as if it were the
world to come. There was no singing, no giggling. And when breakfast was served on
the terrace, overlooking the mountains, they brought up some Jews. And while we ate
our eggs, they were forced to eat grass. And we watched as we sipped our coffee. We
should all remember this is serious business. Oh, Diana. Now, look what you've
done. You have killed the mood. Let her sing her fucking song to raise our spirits.
Go on, please. In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade I was
bound And many an hour's sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town A
sad misfortune came over me. Blackbird, sit on my shoulder and tell me a song. Did
it break? Mum will fix it for you. She's not here any more. Her eyes, they shone
like diamonds I thought her the Queen. - Mr Shelby. - No, please, no condolences.
Thank you all for coming. Now, let's try to find out how this new world of ours
will look, shall we? Perhaps, Mr Mosley, we can turn to what practical things Mr
Nelson can do to further our cause, while he's in the country. It's me who has the
ear of the President of the United States. Which is kind of why I'm here, right? We
do, indeed, have things for you to whisper into the President's ear. Tell him we
are England. We are the mood England is in. And in Ireland, appeasers to the
English abound but we represent the true liberated spirit of the country that
populated your own. I hear about communists in both places. We are the bulwark
against them. When it comes to the working class, we could move our people from
Republicanism to Fascism with just
a nudge. They trust us. You ride with hounds, Mr Mosley. Will you hunt communists?
Oh, my hounds are baying. Shelby you run as a socialist. Mr Shelby has one of the
largest Commons majorities in England. In the heart of England. When the time
comes, he'll resign his party whip and run as an independent. But underneath, do
you truly believe in the cause, Mr Shelby? I'm here. Mr Nelson, I'm here four
nights Four nights after and I am here in this room, in this meeting, I am here and
I am serious. Prove it to him. Prove it physically. Perish Judah. Perish Judah.
That thing is going to get us killed. Go to bed. At school, they've stopped talking
to me. They say the black rubs off. When they come to power, they'll take her off
you. They're going to separate us all out. They'll send her to Africa. Yeah? And
where will they send you? Where will they send you, Karl? You're half Gypsy, so to
Egypt maybe? Something I never told you before because it wasn't important. Maybe
now, it is. Your dad was Jewish. He was the son of a tailor in Stechford. They
changed their name to Thorne to stop the bricks coming through the window. So,
where will they send you, Karl? Mr Nelson, you can report back to your President
that the aristocracy and the meritocracy are united in their conviction that a new
order is coming. Also, Mr Nelson, at present our weapons are coming from Germany.
The British are closing our supply lines down. We would value a supply from Boston.
Weapons, I can give you, if they're to be used in a good cause. And while on the
subject of import and export, Mr Shelby, in light of our new relationship, and
since you have proven your commitment in a most extraordinary way, Boston is now
officially open for the importation of your merchandise. Good. If we have
established what we came here to establish, perhaps we should all say goodnight.
Absolutely. That's the same typewriter you bought me all those years ago to help me
become respectable. Do you remember? Yeah. This arrived. It's from the sanatorium.
I've already paid Ruby's medical bills. I don't think it's a bill. It says it's
urgent. It's from the senior consultant. Why didn't you come to bed? Why didn't you
come to bed? I'm typing up my recollection of the meeting. If I if I do it straight
away, I can quote people word for word. The information is more useful to Mr
Churchill if it is word for word. I burnt her chair. The paint on the wood left a
smell in the air. I didn't open the window. I quite like the smell. Not yet. Not
yet. I have this work to do cos now I know that I will change. That I have to
change. And change for good, Lizzie. Not just yet. Hello? Oh. I saw him leave. He
keeps this apartment expressly for this purpose, doesn't he? Are you following me,
Mr Shelby? I'm flattered but why? When I do business with someone, I make it my
business to know their secrets. Mosley's reputation is no secret. Not him, you. How
did you know I'd come here? I know things. I read people's minds, you know. Little
glances across tables. It's a gift. The whole family witches and sorcerers. Your
uncle will disown you. Fucking his business partner behind his back. You think he
has morals? He's a Catholic. Men do what they want, women do what they are told.
Will you tell Michael? Michael is family. We are a family healed. You have no
interest in me or in Michael. So, why don't you just tell me what you actually
want? You will be with Mosley when he's in Berlin. You'll be in the room, when he
meets senior members of the German Government. I want to know what is discussed and
I want to know what is decided. And if I lie? I will know. You know Michael thinks
you're the devil and I think he might actually be right. That was the other reason
I came here. What are Michael's real intentions toward me, Gina? And if you lie, I
will know. Tommy he intends to complete the deal. And then, you both walk away.
Fuck. Come. Mr Shelby, Doctor Holford. Send him in. You said it had to be in
person. Here I am. You might want to sit down. Mr Shelby, I know that you are still
grieving for your daughter but I have news that cannot wait. When you were X-rayed
and examined at the sanatorium ten days ago there was no TB found in your lung. But
I am afraid they found something else. Something related to your daughter's
illness. They tried to speak to you at the hospital but you were not co-operating.
After your daughter's death, you could not be found to be informed in person.
Eventually, as your personal doctor, they called me. I didn't offer you tea. You
look like death. Do you want tea? No. At the sanatorium, they conducted blood
tests. The tests suggest that the shadow you can see at the base of your skull is
not cancer. It is tuberculoma. A tubercular growth caused by the same bacteria as
TB. You may have picked it up from your daughter. Once this disease enters a
household, it can run wild. It can be transmitted with a simple kiss. It seems the
Shelby household is no exception. Mr Shelby, as I say, I am aware that you are
still grieving but you must understand this is very serious. From the size of the
tumour, expansion must've been rapid. I have no doubt that you are already
experiencing symptoms? Have you recently suffered seizures? Bouts of weakness,
dissociation, hallucinations? Why didn't you come and see me? I have work to do. Am
I a danger to others? No. Unlike TB, tuberculoma is not infectious. Mr Shelby, it
is not infectious but in your case I am afraid it is inoperable. The growth is in
your brain stem. Any attempt to remove it would result in trauma and brain
haemorrhage. Whilst you were refusing my calls, I showed your X-rays to three of
the best surgeons in the country. They all said they would not operate as it would
be futile. Of course, you will want a second opinion for yourself. Doctor Helen
Rutherford at St Thomas'. She is a friend. This How bad will it get? As the tumour
grows, the rate of physical and mental deterioration will increase. Eventually, you
will need people around you constantly, who love you very much. How long? I
understand you have defeated many enemies, Mr Shelby. Now, you have a new one
inside you. You cannot defeat it but you can keep it at bay for a while. If you
live correctly, if you are determined and if you fight I asked you a question. So,
I want an answer. I don't want your fucking platitudes. How long before I need
people around me, who love me very much? - Sorry. - It's fine, Lizzie. My
accountant here was just leaving. I will telephone you, when I get back to London.
No, I don't have enough time. You're an accountant, give me a fucking number now.
One year. Perhaps 18 months. That's fine. That's all I need to know. I will adjust
my finances accordingly. Thank you. I will write to you, explaining the full
implications. Yeah, thank you. Good day. Something serious? No, no, just a just a
bill I wasn't expecting and I I'll have to pay it. Will you give me a minute on my
own, Lizzie? Yeah. Not a devil just an ordinary mortal man. There will be a war in
this family and one of you will die. Polly. Just give me enough time to do what I
have to do. Kill. Kill.

Season 6 Episode 5
1 And since you have proven your commitment Boston is now officially open for the
importation of your merchandise. Jack says just a few more weeks and you will be
free. Stories about you come up the canal. Once you walked fine alone, now you need
a stick. You stay clean for two weeks, I'll write Linda another letter. Have you
recently suffered seizures? It is Tuberculoma, I am afraid it is inoperable. Mr
Shelby. I only gave opium to your brother because he give me big trouble. He
attacked my wife. I would like a pot of green tea, please. It has taken me ten
years to build this business. Your business will be safe, if you do what I say. How
much opium do you have in your cellar? Five pounds. Bring it to me. Four minutes
against the clock. As member of Parliament for this constituency it is my duty to
take responsibility for the welfare - of my constituents. - Mr Shelby, the clock is
still ticking. The consumption of opium is very prejudicial to health. Women give
it to their children so they can leave them untended while they work in the
factories. Men lose their jobs when they become addicted. From now on, you will
sell only cigarettes, cake and tea. If I hear that you are selling opium again,
time will indeed run out very quickly for you. Do you understand? Yes, I
understand, I will stop. Mr Shelby, the clock is still ticking. Please tell your
suppliers and your customers that from now on there will be no more opium in Small
Heath or in Bordesley. Thank you for the tea. You can let them through now. Yes,
sir, Mr Shelby. You tell the pub and cafe owners in Montague Street if there is any
further trade in powder, there will be no more Montague Street. I will have it
demolished and replaced by apartments. By order of Birmingham Urban District
Council. Sorry I'm late, they closed Montague Street. There's a gas explosion or
Right. Well, it would be nice if just one thing could happen in Birmingham that
wasn't our fault. I have gathered you all here today because there is news and it
is of interest to the whole family. First of all, I would like to welcome Finn's
new wife Mary to the family. Right. Well, I'm very glad I dragged myself out of bed
for this. There is one more item of business. Johnny. Tom. Come on, come on, hurry
up. Everyone this here is Erasmus. Nobody calls me that. They call him Duke. 20
years ago, at Apple by horse fair I met a girl. We shared the shade of a hazel
tree. Nine months later this lad was born. This is my son. His mother died on the
road. Up until now I never tried to find him. But I am trying to look at life in a
different way. A child is a precious thing. So I am bringing him Into the fucking
family with a snap of his fingers. No, I am bringing him into the fold. He'll have
to earn membership of the family. For the moment, welcome, son. You have a seat. Go
on, sit down here. There are some mistakes I've made that I can never address and
some I can. Some wounds I can try to heal. And new wounds you can open up. Anyway
that's the business of the day. Is it too early for whisky? There you go. Shelby
breakfast for you, son. I don't drink. And I'm not a Shelby, all right? I'm a Duke.
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo. You're a fucking Shelby, all right, don't worry about that. Mm,
I think we will need Curly and a strong rope to break this one in, Tom. Arthur,
open up the shop, put the kid here on the blackboard, writing up the odds. I can't
write. Put the kid on the blackboard, wiping off the chalk. Go on, son. Come on
then. Lizzie, come on. My father was the Duke of the Saxon Shore. My mother was a
Romany Queen. Who told you that, your mum? I don't allow people to talk about my
mother. Good for you. So let's get this right then, you can't read, you can't
fucking write, there's nothing wrong with that. What can you do, eh? I can tell the
time. You can tell the time. Here, he can tell the time. Ain't that clever. It's a
lot more than you can fucking do. What did you just say to me? What time is it, Mr
Shelby? That's what I can do. You little bastard. Here, keep it. Stop you from
being late in the future. Is there forgiveness in your heart for Arthur Shelby? No.
But maybe there will be forgiveness from God. And you will do God's work? God is
interested in you as well, Tommy. And God will be with you on your journey every
step of the way. He may not need to take many steps. Tell me this, Linda is God
interested in me or in my money? I believe you run a foundation and that your
foundation has many missions across the world but in these times of financial
crisis, funding is hard to come by. So perhaps your God's plan is a practical one.
Perhaps he would like me to make a donation to your foundation, and in return, he
would like you to help my brother on his road to redemption. Now, I know that in a
place of worship such as this, you would never ask how much. So I will tell you
plainly. I will write your foundation a cheque for £10,000 Praise the Lord. if you
agree to look kindly on Arthur and to help him. I need to look after everyone in
the family. Do we have a deal? Your money will be spent to do good around the
world. And a mission will be named after you. But I am only agreeing to help him
not sleep with him. No. Now, I imagine the negotiation for that particular favour
would take a considerable amount of time and I have an appointment. God bless.
Apologies for the initial misunderstanding. My brother dealt with it. For the care
you took. Even though I succumbed to temptation. Part of the reason my brother is
back dealing with it, is down to you, you spoke to him. As a comrade. The beating
is still owed to you. Do you still do that kind of work yourself, Thomas Shelby,
MP? Mr Stagg, see, I can use men like you. I have friends that are in need of guns.
Soon, there will be a shipment of Thompson sub machine guns coming here from
Boston. And I need you to unload and store those weapons. There will also be
ammunition like this. You have a good look. And I need you to take better care of
the guns and ammunition than you did of the powder. You understand? Previously, all
of my import and export went through Belfast docks. Now we're dealing with Boston I
am considering shifting my supply line to Liverpool. You'll be a very rich man.
Don't you ever say thank you? Thank you. Is that why you do it, Mr Shelby? Is that
why you keep all this going? To have people say thank you? You could close all this
down. You could leave the sport behind. You could live like an ordinary mortal man.
On your gravestone, "an ordinary mortal man". But, instead, you still go round
collecting "please" and "thank you" and "sorry" and "forgive me, Mr Shelby. " Is
that what it's all for? You want to know? You want to know why I've carried on all
these years? It's so I can do this. And then do this. Feel it? I feel it. Junk
doesn't even come close. Soon, Mr Stagg when my last piece of business is done I
will indeed be an ordinary mortal man. You have a good day. Arthur, we've got a
problem with a referee. He's not taking the money. He's fucking religious or
something. Jesus Christ. With Tommy away, you're in charge of gambling, Arthur,
what shall we do? "And this they said to him, "that they may have some charge to
bring against him. " Arthur, this referee, he's threatening to go to the police.
"Jesus ". . bent down, "and with one finger, he wrote on the ground" Arthur,
brother people are laughing at you. So I just phoned our Holy referee, again. He
basically told me to fuck off. Not even basically, actually, he literally told to
me to fuck off. Is that right? So, do you know? Oh, for fuck's sake. Do you know
what he wrote on the ground? Hmm? - No. No. - Do you know? You don't know, do yer?
No, I don't. Billy, do you know what he wrote on the ground? - I - Hmm? Do you know
what Jesus wrote on the ground? He bent down, and with one finger, he wrote on the
fucking ground. You know? Do you know what he wrote? - Come on, Billy. - No.
Arthur, what should we do? Go and get me the referee. Bring me the fucking referee.
I know she's here with us. Always. But still, it's just you and me. I thought it
would be good if we were in a different place. I hate that house now. I wish I
could blow it up. There was a time when we'd say nothing afterwards because we
didn't have to say anything. But now we've got nothing left to say. There's
business. What business? The American. He's coming to Birmingham. He's stopping
over on his way to Liverpool. He is staying with us tomorrow night. Frances knows.
She's making up a menu. And then we have to make a move. Do you want to know what
that move is, Lizzie? No. I know enough. Your book of regrets. 23, 24, 52, 55. The
combination to the safe. Regrets. And I'm on there. I'm on the list. On the very
top of the list. Yep. Yes, you are. I regret marrying you, Lizzie. Cos I've put you
through so much. I've put you through all of this. Ruby. Everything that is to
come. When you married me, you married a man and you married a curse. You have
shared my fate. That is my regret. But know this, Lizzie. In this moment, in this
room I love you. You sound like you're ticking a fucking box, and I don't know
what's inside the box. Never have you let me in. Even though I know the combination
to the safe. Oh, this is him, is it? The one who likes to be fucking difficult, eh?
When I leave this place, I am going straight to the police. - You are? - This man
pointed a gun at me. - Who, him there? - Yeah. Well, let's phone the police, eh?
Don't worry. We'll have this sorted out for you. Hello? Yes, get me the police.
Reports of a man with a revolver on Watery Lane. There you go. And you ask for
Inspector Moss. Chief Superintendent Moss. He's in charge of Watery Lane and
Bordesley Green. That's right. And you see this? That's his betting credit with us.
He makes a lot of money from football matches. Because we give him the results
before
the match. On Saturday afternoon, you take this whistle, and you blow. You give a
penalty to Birmingham City in the final minute. The goalkeeper will let the penalty
go by him, and Birmingham City will win 1-0. All you got to do is No. I won't do
it. If the police won't listen, I'll go to the newspapers. I'm not afraid. I was in
France. Phone Tommy, Arthur. You shut up. I am not phoning fucking Tommy. I am
dealing with this, OK? - I'm leaving. - You are going fucking nowhere. It's time
one of us stood up to you people. It's not right what's been happening. I will not
take money to cheat. Fucking hell. In France, I ran at the wire. And I was not
afraid. I am not afraid. I won't do a bad thing. I have seen too many bad things. A
beating will make no difference. I know that, cos I can see it in your fucking
eyes. Fuck. In the bleak midwinter Holy Mary, mother of God. Ah! Right, Billy Boy.
You've been in the family long enough. Yeah. It's time for you to get bloodied. -
Arthur, you can't. - Arthur, please. You've been with us long enough. Arthur, fuck,
Jesus Christ. I can't be that man. Arthur, please. Either two men die today, Billy
or one. You fucking decide. You hate him, Billy. You hate him. You don't know him
Billy. He's fucking laughing at you. Come on, hate him. Look him in the eyes, man.
Look him in the eyes. - I can't. I can't. - Look him in the eyes. I'm sorry sorry.
A a a a ah! Enough. Enough, enough, enough. All right. Billy B, come on. Come on,
sh Sh, sh It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. Look at
you. Look Look at you, look. Huh? You're bloodied now, Billy. You're bloodied now.
You're not going to heaven no more. They won't let you in. Isiah, you take him to
the foundry. And you ask for Mr Patches, all right? You tell him we got some fuel
for the furnace. Who the fuck are you? Ah! Ah! - I hear - Please. you're the
informant inside the Shelby organisation. And who the fuck I am is the man who you
now work for. Please, please I have some things I need you to do, and I want to
impress upon you - To IMPRESS - Ah! Ah! upon you the seriousness of my intent. Cos,
you see, I used to do this kind of thing for a living. And sometimes I kind of miss
it. Just like Mr Shelby, I miss the the wave of electricity you get under your
scalp. I miss the taste like metal on the tip of your tongue. I am about to give
you an instruction. You do as I say, you stay a man. Fail, and I will send people
to serve your balls to you on a china plate. I'll do what you say. A decision has
been taken. My associates are going to take care of Tommy Shelby. And you are going
to give us up his brother, Arthur. Do you understand? Yes Yes. Fucking yes. Please.
Only information leading to the murder of Arthur Shelby will save you from an
Italian death. Cos it was the Italians that taught me that above God, above
children, above his wife and above his mother most of all, a man loves his balls.
Oh Hello, Arthur. I think we should pray. That's how we begin this. You'd like to
pray? The prayer I have chosen is the Act of Contrition, version two. So, you're
Catholic now, Linda? You're Catholic. Quakers don't pray. Bow your head, Arthur,
and close your eyes. And recite the prayer. You know it well from when you were
boy. Oh, my mind's all dried up with junk, though, and shot full of fuck Shot full
of holes. Linda, please. It's in there somewhere, Arthur. It's like a song. Yeah.
Somewhere. Together, we'll find it. Digging for the words will help clean your
soul. I'll begin it. Forgive me my sins, oh, Lord, forgive me my sins. The sins of
my youth. The sins of my youth, the sins of my age, the sins of my soul. The sins
of my body. The sins I know, the sins I know not. The sins I have concealed for so
long. For so fu For so long. I caught him stealing a car. And he's got a stack of
cash from the betting shop. Steal from who you want, but don't steal from me. Here
you are. Get a train to wherever the fuck you want to go. Get out. - I don't ride
trains. - Is that a fact? Well, Curly has a two-wheeled wagon. What am I, a tinker?
I need four wheels. And a horse for the hills. Which hills? All of them. All the
hills of England. Why do you want to leave? I didn't take to that work in the
betting shop. Well, you heard him, Charlie. Get my dad's old four-wheeled wagon and
two strong ponies. Right. Curly! Get here. Before you go, do you want to know the
truth about yourself? No. Who does? Well, I am going to tell yer. That spring at
Apple by Fair, your mother stole my watch and chain. You're from a long line of
thieves. The watch had the words "Saxon Shore" carved in it. I stole it myself from
a drunk when I was a kid. I imagine she told you your dad was the Duke of the Saxon
Shore. Well I am the Duke, it was my watch. I am your father. That's the truth.
When her dad found out, he shot me in the chest with a squirrel gun. A scar and a
stolen watch and a story she made up. That's all you need to know about yourself
before you get on the road. Esme told me the spirits favour you. That the spirit is
in you. She tried to sell me like one of those horses, didn't she? How much did she
pay for me? I have no use for gold any more. But if you're a horse, you're in the
right place. Curly! Curly. Hurry up. This boy has hills to climb. I remember that
watch. Oh, yeah? She used to wear it over her heart. We buried it with her. Tom.
The old wagon's right front wheel is fucked, Tom. It's standing in the wet. Put a
new one on, Curly. Yeah. They fix wagons here. Good families come from the New
Forest to have their wagons fixed and get fresh horses before the fairs. Yeah.
Yeah, I like it here. I like it better than that betting shop. Why? People. People
piss me off. There are a lot of people in that betting shop. So far, here I've only
counted two. Uh-huh. Charlie and Curly, the rest is dogs and horses. Curly's half
horse himself. Dogs are OK. Horses are better than people, mind you. There's work
here for a man who knows horses. Unknown. I want to remain completely unknown.
Well, you'd be in the right place for that as well. No-one knows anyone here. Hey,
mister. Save that wheel a minute. Where would I stay? Stables, with the other
stallions. Now that Finn is married off, there are plenty of girls round here.
Their fathers are mostly unarmed. I have a future for you, Duke. You already have a
son. My business has two sides. Light and dark. I'll need someone for each. And I'm
dark, am I? I have realised we don't get to choose which one we are. Dark knows
dark. And my affairs, both light and dark will need settling soon. Curly? Find a
shovel for the Duke of the Saxon Shore here. Get him shovelling shit. And put some
petrol in the boat. I'm off to meet a lady in Solihull. Take a look at her. Now
imagine ten people living on side. Step on. Have a look inside. I've had a response
from the Guinness Trust about building charitable housing at two sites along the
canal network between London, Birmingham and Liverpool. This lock here would be the
one of the sites. I have the permission. We just need the finance. I know that you
and your husband, Bryan Guinness, are estranged, but I understand you still have
influence in the Guinness family. Your support might help them make their decision.
Will you help me? I've booked a suite in a hotel a mile from here. My chauffeur
will take us there. You look quite the thing dressed like that, dressed like a
working man. They'll probably show you to the coal house to make your delivery.
Yep, they probably will. Oswald has fucked your wife, so my suggestion is about
balance and proportion. It would be only fair. Can I assume I have your support?
This isn't about charitable housing, this is about changing the world. It's about a
different kind of trust. Absolute trust. We have important work ahead of us. It's
much harder to lie with your body than with your words. This, I have learnt.
Mostly, I do whatever I want to do. Sometimes, I do things for the cause. In this
case, it's both. Come. In the interests of absolute clarity, that is simply the
English aristocracy's way of shaking hands. So Welcome. If you do this thing the
possibility of war, you have to consider. It was the ambitions and strategies of
one man that caused this. There will be a war in this family. And one of you will
die. We need to leave early to catch the first train to Liverpool, yes? Yep. So eat
early, finish early. You changed the combination of the safe. Why? Have you got new
secrets? With the new business at hand, there are some things that I cannot share.
What things? What are those tablets? The doctor gave them me. Pain killers? - Yeah.
- What pain? Any pain that comes, Lizzie. When you're ready, I want you to tell me
everything that's going on. It's like the clock's stopped ticking and I'm waiting
for the bomb to explode. We are in that quiet minute. Tommy? That's where we live
now. When I know everything I will tell you everything. Oh, no, Gina's running
wild, y'see. Harrods, dope, amphetamines, lords and ladies, you know, the whole
English aristocracy thing. Fuck wine, whiskey. Shelby, you having whiskey? I'll
stay on wine. Fuck wine, more whiskey. I'm celebrating. Celebration, you know.
Getting off this fucking island. You see, the thing with England, the currency
here, it's not money. Nah. You got bored of money a long time ago. Cos you know
anyone can have money, you can fucking you can fucking find money in the mud. You
can forge money. Mr Shelby, you can steal money, am I right? The currency here,
it's blood. And Mr Shelby knows that better than all of them. Blood here is like
wine, like the vintage wine in that bottle. It's the label, it's the terroir, it's
the grape that makes the wine. Who fucking cares about the glass around it? And
you, my friend, you're an American. You fucking smash the glass, you spill the
blood and you spend their currency
to get what you want. Am I right? When you come to America, I will show you
things. You're going to America? To Canada, Lizzie, to collect payment for the
shipment. I need to do it myself. And who will be going with you? Michael will be
there to watch his back. Another journey, Tommy? $5 million, Mrs Shelby. It's worth
a little cruise, don't you think? You know whiskey does talk, Mr Nelson, and
sometimes whiskey is very eloquent. But $5 million, Mr Nelson Now, that is a
legacy. And when I come back, I will know everything. I see myself so clearly in
you, Thomas Shelby. You are a man with a bright and glittering future. Mr Shelby,
there's a car coming up the drive. A Rolls-Royce. Were you expecting more guests?
No. Excuse me. We were on our way to my constituency in Smethwick and I heard our
American friend was in Birmingham and that he was coming here, so we came to say
one last farewell. Champagne. We have much to celebrate. It isn't that I wasn't
sure Mr Shelby would give you an excellent send-off, I just felt, since telegrams
and wires and letters can so easily be intercepted, we might confirm all that we've
achieved during your visit over champagne. It is remarkable how quickly our
relationships have developed. So many triangles in this room. Everyone except from
Mr Nelson is the point of a triangle. How am I part of a triangle? Mr Nelson, you
have all that you came for? I have confirmation that the future of Europe is in the
hands of men like yourselves. And that urgent conversations between Washington,
Rome and of course Berlin can now begin. A two-week visit that may have changed the
course of history. We have all got what we wanted. Yes. And I got what I have
wanted from the moment I set eyes on it. Elizabeth, you are a very lucky woman to
have each day what I have only sampled once. Forgive us, Mr Nelson, that was a
necessary bit of housekeeping. Thomas. We do so hate to be indiscreet, but we have
told you many times, if you are to seek power in these days of shiny magazines and
society photographs, sooner or later, you will have to find a spouse who is more
suitable. A woman with Lizzie's past and personal history really isn't suitable.
She doesn't deserve you, Mr Shelby. You know the thing is, Mosley you're right.
You're right, she doesn't deserve me. She doesn't deserve what I am. She doesn't
deserve what I will become. What will you become? The truth is, I belong here, at
this table. With fuckers like you. She doesn't. For all I try to hide it I'm just
one of you. Could there be a sadder ending, eh? I'm here on behalf of your wife,
Gina, and Jack Nelson. Mr Nelson's prepared to get you out of here. But first he
needs an answer to the question. If the answer is yes you'll be released. If the
answer is no you'll stay. I have consulted my mother. Your mother's dead. Never the
less, I have consulted her. And yes. When I'm released, it is my intention to kill
Tommy Shelby.

Season 6 Episode 6
1 Please be aware, Mr Shelby, that the deaths of your people are your own
responsibility. Since my mother passed away four years ago, Tommy and I haven't
even spoken. I'm very much looking forward to working with you again, Michael.
That, my friend, is the finest opium in the world. - Why would you sell? - The
Irish are being difficult. The Italians are not an option. - You're going to
America? - To Canada, to collect payment for the shipment. Elizabeth, you are a
very lucky woman, to have each day what I have only sampled once. Mr Shelby, your
daughter has consumption. She's gone, Tommy. She's gone. A daughter lost. A son
found. This is my son. They call him Duke. It is tuberculoma. I am afraid it is
inoperable. - How long? - Perhaps 18 months. My associates are going to take care
of Thomas Shelby, and you are going to give us his brother. What are Michael's real
intentions towards me, Gina? And if you lie, I will know. It is my intention to
kill Tommy Shelby. It was the ambitions and strategies of one man that caused this.
I will take revenge on Tommy Shelby. Do you want a drink first or a whore first? I
want to see my wife first. After you've fucked your wife, you're going to kill a
man, right? [DOOR OPENS.] [SNIFFLING.] The smoke from your daughter's funeral is
still in your clothes and you slept with someone. Not just someone. The enemy.
Every enemy we ever had in one woman. There are some things that I do, Lizzie, that
I You're not so good at lying any more, Tommy. These days, the truth gets in your
eyes. I have to go to Canada, Lizzie. - I need to know where you will go. - See?
You just accept it. You don't fight it. You ARE cursed, Tommy. Never to understand
the limits that other people will accept. Never to be allowed in where everybody
else is. A curse never to be lifted. I will be away, Lizzie. And while I'm gone, I
know a place where Always gone, always away. Well, now your rings are gone, your
rings are away. I'm already packed. Now leave me to say goodbye to Ruby. I have to
go away for a bit, Charlie. Look at me. Hey. Look at me. Mum already told me she's
leaving and she told me why. Mum, where are you going? A hotel. And then your
father will get me a house. Mum, I'll come with you. I'd rather be with you.
Wherever it is. You're not my mum but you're more my mum than he's my dad. He's
never here. I'd be on my own here. Oh, Charles, love I don't think your father
would allow that. You can go. You can go, son. I know a good place. Lizzie, I'll
arrange that place. And, Charlie, you can take him, eh? They have stables at this
new place. After a while, he'll He'll listen to you. He'll forget about Ruby.
That's how horses are. And you'll be here all alone. I'm buying land, Lizzie. I'm
buying up land. This place I've bought I was going to knock down, but you can go
there. Dad Where will you go? [KEYS CLANK.] This is the Peaky Blinders' armoury. We
have a very good relationship with the BSA factory in Armoury Road. Two dozen
machine guns, half a dozen sub-machine guns, BSA sniper rifles, three boxes of hand
grenades. For what purpose? For eventualities like the one that is about to occur.
When men come to us with bad intentions, the family come together. Tommy says it's
time you join the family. But you're not just going to be a soldier. You're going
to be a general some day. So, I need to ask you some questions. What have you ever
fired? Shotgun. Pistol. What have you ever killed? Few rabbits. Pheasant,
partridge. A stag. Arthur tells me when they were taking care of some business at
the betting shop, you ran away. It was unfair. Fairness is not a soldier's concern.
You do what you do. I already have done. Fair and square. I have killed a man.
Tommy's always right. We were outside a hospital in Bridgnorth. In the Black
Country. My mother was dying. And the orderly wouldn't give her a bed cos she was a
Gypsy, she had no insurance. She never saw the sunrise. Nor did that man who denied
her. Just one more thing we need to know about you. Can you keep a secret? I know,
brother. I know. I know. I stole your keys. Tuberculoma. In your brain. Yeah. But I
still have time to do what I need to do. Fuck you, Tommy. I don't need anyone to
know, Arthur. No, you don't, do you? You don't need anything, do you? No, I don't
need anything. I don't need anything. How long have we been dead for, eh? You and
me, how long? At least now I'll have a certificate. [ARTHUR SCOFFS.] Wherever it
is, I'll get the drinks in and I'll wait for you. - Fuck's sake. - Yeah. All them
bullets that missed. - [TOMMY CHUCKLES.] - It's funny, Arthur. It's funny is what
it is. So don't you fucking weep. Weep! When everyone is taken care of financially,
I will take myself away. On my own. I don't want anyone anyone who may or may not
love me to have to see me crawl or grow insane and helpless. It would be a cruelty
to me and to them. By the time people know the truth, I will be gone. What about
Lizzie? I have some papers I need you to sign on behalf of the company. Told
Lizzie? I'm working with the housing minister. I will be allocating contracts,
construction contracts, worth £10 million. You haven't told Lizzie? Some of the
contracts I will be allocating are with companies in which we have an interest.
Fuck you and your contracts! So the Shelby Company Limited will continue to earn
money. But mostly, Arthur, I'm doing it because it's a good thing. - Building
houses. - Oh Yeah, for ordinary working people Oh, yeah, good for you. Fuckin' in
the interests of a fairer future. And before that, I will be going to Canada to
collect payment for the shipment, £5 million! Oh, five fucking million? Which I
will share among the Shelby family. And that will be my legacy. Instead of me,
there will be money. Because for most of the people who are close to me, that is
what I am! Fucking money. That is my agency. Is that all you think you are, eh?
Hmm? Stand up. You heard me. Stand up. On your feet. - On your fucking feet. -
Arthur On your feet, Soldier. On your feet. Stand the fuck up! Come here. No! No.
You hear me? Enough. Enough! Now you know. You tell no-one else until I am gone.
Until you're gone, yeah? When the time comes, I'll call you. I'll tell you where.
It'll be a wagon. Fuck your wagon! You light the flame. You bring Charlie and Curly
and no-one else. Get drunk. Rake the ashes for silver and gold. Fuck you! And your
fucking plans! That time, I did let you fucking win. John Fuckin' you, John.
Fuckin' both of you. Arthur Arthur. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.
[ARTHUR SOBS.] Come here. Come here. Come here. Let me see your eyes. I'm clean,
man. The dragon's fucking gone. Thanks to you. Fucking Fucking thanks to you. You
all right? Come on. - Fucking - Hey, I'm still fucking here. Pull yourself
together, come on. We have work to do. Come on! [DOOR OPENS.] You're sure you want
Billy? I had to shut up the shop. Yes. We want Billy. Sit down, Billy. Thank you
for inviting me, Mr Shelby. Good to see you again, Billy. No. Mary says not until
after six o'clock. He said to tell his father he feels OK about it. Good. Shut the
door, Duke. Now, we are all gathered and those TRANSLATION FROM ROMANY: Apologies,
Mr Shelby, I still don't speak the lingo. Well, Finn here never even bothered to
learn it. I heard "tachipen". Truth. You said something about the truth. Truth. The
truth is I called men here that I could trust because I will be going away. I have
to collect payment for a shipment of goods - which left Liverpool ten days ago. -
Payment from who? South Boston Irish, Finn. Bootleggers. Are you going alone?
Johnny Dogs has already sailed for Canada. Michael will be there. Michael is
family. Michael will be my guarantee of safety. But while I'm away, I have a job
for you all. I need you to go to Arrow House. I will be leaving Arrow House for
good, and there are things that need removing. I need men that I can trust. There
is cash, there is valuables. There is information about important people that has
more value than gold. There are also bodies buried in the grounds which need
digging up before the contractors start moving earth. Isiah, you will be in charge.
In Arrow House, there is a wine cellar. In that wine cellar, there are fine French
wines that are worth more than a man's life. You are welcome to them, boys, it'll
be like a be like a farewell party. Are you ready for the party, son? Tachipen. The
fucking truth again. What truth? You'll need shovels, you'll need boxes, and you'll
take the bones to Mr Patches to put in the furnace at Greenham's. Got it? Right.
Any questions? Yeah. If it's a party, can we bring girls? [BILLY CHUCKLES.] No,
Billy. All the fun will be laid on for you. So, when is the party, Tom? Mr Shelby.
Party's next Sunday, Billy. You mean this Sunday? Yeah. And while you're digging
fucking holes, I'll be here drinking champagne with my wife. It's our wedding
anniversary. Right. Oh, and, Finn, by the way, please explain to, erm, what's her
name? - Mary. - Mary? - Yes. - Is it Mary? Please explain to Mary that you are a
Shelby. It says it here on the back of your watch. Have a look, Shelby. Look. This
means you own the watch, the watch doesn't own you. The clock strikes six when you
fucking tell it to. Have a whiskey. Enjoy the party, boys. [JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS.] [SHE
SIGHS.] Want a drink, baby? No. Drinking water like Tommy, huh? Until this thing is
done, I need a clear head. [PHONE RINGS.] Leave it. Yeah? Good. That's good. Look,
I've got to go. Good news, Michael. Listen. That was our informant in Birmingham.
The Shelby men will all be together on Sunday. But Arthur will be having dinner
with his wife at the bar at the Garrison Tavern. As I recall, the Shelby table is
right next to the windows, correct? - Every table's a Shelby table. - Yes, but
maybe our people could just drive by and shoot Arthur through the glass without
even
getting out of the car. Michael we've talked about this, there's no other choice.
This business is between me and Tommy. Yes, and when you kill Tommy, Arthur will
come after you. He has to die too. If Arthur's in a bar, he'll be drunk. Or worse.
At least he'll die without pain. Who'll do the killing? Tommy's working with a
faction of the IRA. Connor has connections. They made a deal. A favour in return
for guns. But, Michael whilst the assassin's in this city Tommy has a son. He's a
kid. Kids grow up. We don't kill women and we don't kill kids. The informant also
mentioned a new boy named Duke. Do you want a fucking bloodbath, Gina? I know about
the new boy. I've decided that the illegitimate son is not a threat. My decision.
Only Arthur. Michael, baby everything's been agreed. Everybody wants the same
things. How many men do you think they killed with bullets and blades? That's how
Tommy became king. And in three days' time, that's how you will become king. Deep
down, Arthur and Tommy want to be dead anyway. On Sunday, we'll just give them what
they want. [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.] [DOOR OPENS.] Oswald was called away. He sent me
instead. Actually, that's not true. I sent Oswald away and elected myself to be his
representative. What was it you wanted? I'm planning on bringing my housing bill
before Parliament. You'll need to start drawing up a list of all your land-owning
families with gambling debts, drug addictions, any other drain on their resources.
I will deliver offers to buy the surplus land using Treasury bonds. Thomas, why
don't we fuck here, on these benches? Right now. We wouldn't be the first. I hear
your wife left you. Over the last few months, I've had some associates of mine
break into some of your pals' houses. They stole paperwork. Letters, bills, bank
statements Are you not upset? This is a list of all land-owning families facing
foreclosure. [HE SIGHS.] And to answer your question No. No, I'm not upset that my
wife left me. And, yeah, if you want to fuck, I'll fuck. But you'll have to cross
the floor cos I refuse to fuck on Tory benches. [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.] Mr Shelby. I
was going to have this delivered to you, but I decided to bring it in person. It's
an invitation to mine and Diana's wedding. It's in Berlin. We're going to get
married in the presence of the Fuhrer himself. Were you having fun? Making paper
aeroplanes. I'm afraid, er I have business. I will be in Canada. Pity. Oh, and, er
the other reason I wanted to bring this in person was to tell you that, after our
wedding, you must understand, Mr Shelby, that if you so much as look in my wife's
direction, I will have you killed. Come, Diana. Just think very soon crumbling old
institutions like this one will be swept away and become a thing of ancient memory.
Fly safe. [HE EXHALES.] Be careful with this baby. You see any potholes, you drive
round them. Mr Shelby called to say to expect you. Yeah, we've come to do a bit of
gardening. We're hearing so many rumours about what's happening to the house. Tommy
says your second best quality after your baking is you don't ask questions. Get
everybody away from the house until Monday. OK, let's find these bottles of wine
worth more than a man's life. There's only one guest here. The rest of the rooms
are free if you want to use them while you wait. Our friend will be here by the
time it gets dark. There was a storm last night. Last of a hurricane. Boats all
came in. He's not coming by boat, he's coming by plane. Then your friend is dead.
Wind was like [HE WHISTLES.] Maybe God's done your job for you, Mickey. My name is
not fucking Mickey, there is no fucking God, and Tommy will be here. Another one.
[THUNDER CRASHES.] [RATTLING AND CREAKING.] POLLY: There will be a war and one of
you will die. Which one I cannot tell. NELSON: You're a brave man, Mr Shelby. Where
the fuck were you? She's gone Tommy. She's gone. The devils who did this will pay,
Ruby. Tuberculoma. I am afraid it is inoperable. [CRASH.] - How long? - Perhaps 18
months. I will change. And change for good. What is this good that you have become?
Kill and kill. [CAR APPROACHES.] [DRUNKEN LAUGHTER.] What's going on? What the fuck
is this? I thought it was meant to be a fucking party, lads. It is now you're here.
Where's the Where's the fucking booze? In the kitchen. All the booze is in the
kitchen. All right. God gives a man wealth, possessions and honour, but God steps
in and says, "No, this is grievous, mindless evil!" Where is he, Jeremiah? In
heaven, looking down. God tells us that blood is given to him from us. Why don't
you turn the fucking lights on, eh? Well, there's no longer any power in the house
of Thomas Shelby. Why not? What do you mean? What happened? I thought there were
going to be girls here. Who need girls when you're in a house bound for hell? Fuck
d'ya mean? Hey. What the fuck do you mean? [GUN COCKS.] Fuck! Fuck! We can do
whatever we want in this house. It's got a death sentence. [HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.]
[HE EXHALES.] I don't want a drink. [GLASS SMASHES.] I want to go dig up those
fucking bodies, yeah? - Billy? - Yeah? Got to wait until all the bodies are buried
before you start digging them back up. What the fuck does that mean? I'm a fucking
Shelby. So am I. He's here. Step back and give me a bit of light there, boys. [HE
BREATHES DEEPLY.] Charge is set to blow in 30 minutes. That's at exactly 16. 20.
Everybody got that? I'll do it. This is between me and Tommy. I'll do it with my
own hand. I'll come with you. Yeah, don't slam any doors. Easy. It's just a pity
you didn't have the guts to shoot him face to face. My mother was a Gypsy. She saw
the future. She always said it won't be a bullet that'll kill Tommy Shelby. Hey,
lads. Over by the bridge. Big, big fish. Poisson. Grande. Go on. [HE GASPS.] Take
the gun, Finn. Arthur says if you don't do it, then you can walk away from this
family for good. What the fuck do you know about family? You're not family! You're
the son of a fucking whore! Just take the gun and do it, Finn. Take the fucking
gun. Now you have the gun, Finn, you have the gun. Use it on these fucks! [GUN
CLICKS.] - [GUN CLICKS.] - Argh! Charlie Strong told me, "When you give Finn the
gun, "make sure the first two chambers are empty. " [HE CHUCKLES.] Good old Uncle
Charlie. [HE WHIMPERS.] You are no longer a member of this Shelby family. By order
of the Peaky fucking Blinders. I will come for you. I will fucking come for you!
[JEREMIAH PREACHES IN THE DISTANCE.] That find me faulting them who govern like
dogs in Garrison Lane. Hear this, then came Jesus forth wearing the crown of thorns
and the purple robe, and Pilate said, "Behold the man, "he is the man. " Not the
Peaky Blinders! We see them in the automobiles, with their whores and their
[PREACHING CONTINUES.] [WATCH TICKS.] Hmm. [PHONE RINGS.] [DOOR OPENS.] [RINGING
CONTINUES.] [GUN COCKS.] Order your man to drop it. Order him. Empty the fucking
gun. Tell him. You all right, Charlie? All good here, Arthur. Let's move. Take you
out to the street cos I don't want to spoil my pub. You'd shoot us like dogs? No. I
don't shoot dogs. I shoot fucking fascists. Move. [GUNFIRE.] Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[LAURA WHISTLES.] Oh, Lord! Time for the chosen one to reveal himself. [BABY
CRIES.] CHILD: Let's go and see! Kids, no, come here. I said, come here! What have
I told you about running off? Don't pick up things. Don't. Come here, come on.
Emily! Emily, come on. If you get lost in the fog, the Peaky Blinders will get you.
[BABY CRIES.] Jeremiah let's charm the old keepsake from Passchendaele. Fuck! Fuck!
[SHE COUGHS AND WHEEZES.] [SHE COUGHS.] [COUGHING CONTINUES.] Come here. Shh [SHE
COUGHS.] Breathe. Her name was Elizabeth Gray. She was my Aunt Polly. [SHE
WHEEZES.] My Aunt Polly. Vengeance is for the Lord Not in Small Heath, it ain't.
Rest in peace, Pol. Leave us, Uncle Charlie. We're still in France. OK. I see him
coming out of the fog. [DOOR OPENS.] How was the flight? They say it's the future,
I'm not so sure. Whiskey. Hello, Michael. Tommy. Give me another. We want you to
take us to where the opium is being stored. And then we will provide you with a
banker's draft for the full amount. $5 million. $5 million. Let's go. I'll go with
Tommy. You boys follow behind. Ah, shit. Forgot my cigarettes. Mum it's done. It's
over. And may God forgive me. Johnny! Johnny, where are you? I switched the ticker
like you said, Tom. Tell me I've done a good thing here, Tom. Goodbye, Michael.
Goodbye, Johnny. You're a good man. I'm going to go look at the fog, Tom. Speak to
me. Speak to me, Michael. - You killed her. - Polly made her own choices, Michael.
No No-one close to you makes a choice without your opinion, Tom. Not Arthur, not
me, not Ada. We can't escape you. Your lethal hand is always on our shoulders.
Polly was half of me. Still visits me in my dreams. She'll visit me no more. I have
no limitations. I smell the smell of roasting Irishmen. Oh, yes, hello. - [HE PLAYS
PIANO KEYS.] - I also smell the smell of tobacco, which is forbidden in my presence
for all except for one, my new wife, Edna. The Irish being rendered to smoke and
fat, I now own half of Boston, so, out of respect for my restored authority put the
fucking cigarette out now, Tommy. Hello, Alfie. I heard it was a good wedding.
Yeah, it was, actually. Thank you. Edna's from a family circus. So, after the
ketubah and the old swapping of rings and the smashing of glass, we left aboard
elephants! Yeah, it was quite a thing. They had to shut down Camden High Street,
and even the Gentile what normally fucking hate me, they waved with their hankies.
Justice. And housekeeping. Long overdue. Yeah, look at that little cunt ascending,
he's ascending to the heavens! Right in front of us. Before our very eyes. I can
see with this eye. I'm not blind. This eye is the eye of a dead man. Dead men can
see through life like it was
a curtain that billows with the flicker of truth upon it. And I can see with this
eye, Tommy, that your nephew is ascending, and he will be forgiven. Unlike you,
who, on Judgment Day, is probably truly fucked when the other shoe drops. Hmm? All
right, Tommy? How are you keeping? You know, Alfie so many people, so many times
going to so much trouble to kill me. I'm fucking dying anyway. We're all dying
anyway. No. Not a bullet, not a bomb, not a knife. Is it clap? Is it clap? No, not
even that noble. What are you trying to say? I'm about to sign over half of fucking
Camden Town to you as part of this deal. Are you saying you're just going to die in
your bed? I'm not going to die in bed, Alfie. Who fucking dies in bed? Good people
die in their bed, Tommy. Good people. - Good people, eh? - Hmm. Good people. And
yet here we are, Alfie, after all this time, just you and me. And I crossed the
line. Michael. Polly. Ruby. Tommy, if you are about to express profound emotion,
you might be better served expressing it to someone who gives a fuck, or perhaps to
somebody who is being paid to pretend to have to. Like a fucking nurse. Or a
priest! Someone. And as for death, speaking as someone who has been dead for a
number of years, I can only heartily recommend it. Well, Alfie, your opera is
complete. Shall we go and witness the final act? Whenever you're ready, boys.
That's enough. [HE CLEARS HIS THROAT.] Thank you all for coming. Well, at least I
can say that, er I am one of those rare politicians who actually makes good on his
promises. Country estate, requisitioned to make way for houses for working people.
I improved my own home with good intentions and 1,500lb of dynamite. Now I'm back
where we began with horses and caravans vagabonds and thieves. Frances, sit down,
please. I'd like to raise a toast. A simple toast. To family. - To family. - To
family. Sometimes it is shelter from the storm. Sometimes it is the storm itself.
I'm planning on going away for a bit. After I'm gone Ada in this family it was you
who was born to be a politician, not me. Remember that. And if ever a seat is to
become available in this ugly old city, you should run. [SHE LAUGHS.] Where's
Arthur? He went for a walk down the river. He said he's not good at farewells so
he's decided to go catch a trout instead. He told me to tell you that "Where you're
going, Tommy, there will I be ". . very soon. Love, Arthur. " How does Arthur know
where you're going, Tommy? You watch him, Linda. You love him. Charles, I want you
to look after your mum. You tell her I'm sorry, you hear me? I want you to be the
bes Exactly how long are you going away for, Tommy? Thanks, Curly. [HE WHISPERS.]
Tom, the horse. Shut up, Curly. Is she hitched, Johnny? Tommy, you tell me right
now, where are you going? You have to carry the bucket on your own this time, Ada.
Tommy, you come to me with everything. - You always come to me. - Not this time.
Not this one, sister. What the fuck does that mean? Where are you going? Tommy! My
eyes are open wide - And now I see you - Without your robes on [CROW CAWS.] . .
Without your crown [CROW CAWS.] . . I don't want to hate you [HE GROANS.] . . I
don't want to bear The kind of fascination That gets in my way The door that opens
wide My high-up altar Oh, heaven help me Is that the time? Beginning Without end
Never lost Never die Unending [HORSE SNORTS.] . . A beam of light A tunnel In my
mind As it opens wide With a filter on the lens She sees everything I do She sees
everything I do And without my shirt on Over broken glass I am dancing for pennies
I am staring straight ahead A view that is so wide It's gonna break It's like it
holds me in its gaze If I go It's because It's happened once before And now it's
starting all again As it opens wide Forget everything you knew Forget everything
you knew As it opens wide Wide Like a newborn child Like a newborn child Like a
newborn child A child A child [GUN COCKS.] . . A child Like a child A child [HORSE
WHINNIES.] In the bleak midwinter Dad Dad, come out, come out! Dad, it's me. Did
Polly send you? Did Polly send you? Or am I dead already? No. You're not dead.
You're not even sick. But I am, my darling. I'm sick. Sick like you was. No. Not
true. I know it. You've got to live, Daddy. You let the fire go out. Light the fire
again and get warm, and you will see that you must live. You're not even sick,
Daddy. [HORSE WHINNIES.] [TOILET FLUSHES.] Fucking Gypsies. Have you thrown the
tinkers off the top field yet? Well, I went up to the caravan, sir, but there was
no-one there. Well, go back up there and set fire to the fucking thing. Yes, sir.
Have you filled the car with petrol? I said, have you filled the car up with
petrol? How was the wedding in Berlin? I hear Chancellor Hitler himself was the
best man. You've been my doctor now for three years. Never knew you were so well
connected. Oh, and the doctor at St Thomas's who you sent me to for the second
opinion, second set of X-rays? A maid of honour at the same wedding. All so very
well fucking connected. On your knees, Holford. I'm guessing you people all decided
that the only person who could ever kill Tommy Shelby is Tommy Shelby himself. You
made me believe death was coming. Let my nature do the rest, eh? You may not have
tuberculoma, Mr Shelby, but you are sick. I know you. You are sick with guilt. Sick
of death at your own hand. Sick of who you were. You are no longer the kind of man
who would kill another man in cold blood. Tommy, you have been on a journey from
the backstreets to the corridors of power. You cannot go back. You are a different
man. The gun no longer belongs in your hand. Oh, but I am back. Back from under the
ground. Close your eyes. SOFTLY: Close your eyes. [CLOCK BELL CHIMES.] [WATCH
TICKS.] The eleventh hour. Armistice. Peace at last. Peace at last. [HOLFORD
SCREAMS.] All the tired horses in the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done?
All the tired horses in the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done? All the
tired horses in the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done? All the tired
horses in the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done? All the tired horses in
the sun How am I supposed to get any riding done? All the tired horses in the sun
How am I supposed to get any riding done? All the tired horses in the sun How am I
supposed to get any riding done? All the tired horses in the sun How am I supposed
to get any riding done?