Peaky Blinders

You've both met bad men before.

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 has been seen with another man.

Ah!

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.

Agh!

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 organization.

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!

J'arrive.

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.

Yeah, 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 whiskey

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'd have 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.

ll 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 forswore 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'Hótel Robert?

They think we're distillery men here to take our whiskey 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-haaaw!

This projector is a gift from Charlie fucking Chaplin,

and he sent it all the way from Hollywood.