Peaky Blinders

You understand I'm the commanding officer on this operation.

You're here purely as an observer.

Just do your duty.

Dear Lord,

for what we're about to receive may the Lord make us truly grateful.

Amen.

Passover started off way out there in the Far East,

out in the sand, out in the desert, where me forefathers come from.

You know, 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, you know what I mean? If you want, you can leave.

If you need to go to the little boys' room, you can leave.

We going to open 'em in a minute.

He's all right, he's all right, Billy boy.

- Do you want to leave? - No, you're all right.

- You want to stay? - I'll stay.

You stay there, then, treacle.

Okay, 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, that what we is having here.

Seder is basically the day what when the Jewish angels decided,

you know, that the evil fucking Egyptians

had pushed their fucking luck!

Right.

It is 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're gonna sacrifice it.

Tonight. That's 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. - The evil fucking Egyptian pharaoh,

- the fucking enemy. - That's right.

- You know what we called it? - What did ya call him?

Tommy Shelby.

Stay where you are!

You're all fired.

Fuck you.

That's right, let's take a load off.

So...

And the evil Egyptian scum...

was finally cleansed,

with the blood of the Passover goat, mate.

That's from Sabini.

And tell your gypsy king...

whoever comes down south, shall return north

in many fucking pieces.

This fucking animal. He come in here, right, with a fucking gun and razor

and he shot him in the face!

And my lads, they restrained him.

Look at him. He's dead. Is he dead?

He's fucking dead!

He wants arresting or something, right?

Surely.

Michael! You can't take him away again, you can't take my son away!

You come back here! No! No!

Don't you fucking touch him! Get off him!

Don't say anything! Tommy will get you out!

Fuck!

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 you.

Mick 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 two pound a month on worming powder.

What? You want a horse with worms?

Horses get worms from the water trough.

Put goldfish in them, they eat the worm eggs.

Goldfish?

- It'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?

Goldfish, seriously?

Yup.

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?

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.

And he's 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.

Do not 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've 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?

See, I found that

I wasn't sleeping so well.

And it wasn't just that...

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.

And 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've known her address in Primrose Hill since the day she moved in.

Now she is safe only as long as I want her to be.

I've 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's in solitary confinement. Michael's in remand wing...

Yeah, I already know. Get out, shut the doors.

Tommy?

It's me.

Tommy, can you hear me?

Yes, Grace.

I think you called.

I haven't slept.

Grace, this is not a good time.

I can call you back.

- No, 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?

Coppers have lifted 10 of our men in Camden town,

the rest of them on the run.

- Tom, they've taken Michael. - Business first.

- They took Michael last night. - 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 who 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's not blood.

- Let her speak. - Tommy! Or is this a business...

Enough!

Enough, Polly.