Peaky Blinders

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.

Some of us know the words.

Trot on.

Trot on. Trot on.

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.

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!

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!

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.