Peaky Blinders

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.

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?