Peaky Blinders

- Thomas Michael Shelby - Today is my wedding day

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.

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?

27.

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.