Peaky Blinders

You can't live like this another year.

Tommy, you've never even seen Arthur's kid.

Nor John and Esme's.

I'm staying with Polly.

She's in a bad way. I'll get through to her.

The union convenor causing all the trouble,

her name's Jessie Eden.

I will conduct myself as a businessman...

Who says "sweetheart"?

Today, everyone in the family received one of these.

Changretta knows where we all live.

We need to be together at a place even they won't dare to come.

You mean back home?

This is the New York Mafia we're talking about.

And we're the Peaky Blinders.

We're not the Peaky Blinders unless we're together.

And what's the purpose of your visit? - Pleasure.

Please, can we get some help here?

Please? It's all right, Michael.

It's all right, Michael.

It's all right, Michael. You're going to be OK.

Don't leave us now. Just keep breathing.

No. No.

I don't want fucking kids in here. I want soldiers.

I don't want fucking kids who joined us for the sport.

All right. Get out. Go on. Go.

I want men who served in here. - All right, Pol.

God, please, don't take my son.

Mrs Gray, please.

Please, don't. God, don't take my son. - Pol.

Pol. He's in good hands.

God, please, don't take my son. - Polly.

Pol? Pol?

Damn, fuck those bastards responsible.

All right. Let them do their job, all right?

Let them do their job. I'll get soldiers.

I'll be back. I'll be back.

Is it him?

Yeah.

On his own doorstep.

His own fucking doorstep.

All right, get out.

And you, out.

Poor John.

Fucking John.

"In the bleak midwinter..."

We promised, Arthur.

No, I can't...

In the hole, we promised.

I can't look at him...

Come here, brother.

Come here.

Come on, come here.

Oh, man.

Now, say it.

Say it, brother.

"In the bleak midwinter..."

You're cursed, and I curse you again!

And again! And again!

Esme... - No!

Come on. Come here. Come on.

Leave me with him.

You've spoken to him.

Now it's my turn.

Arthur.

No peace for either of you...ever.

Our stuff will stay with me.

I'm taking the children on the road,

to live with decent people.

They'll never know the cursed side of this family.

We're done with them, John.

Tommy, they're gathered.

John is dead.

Esme has gone on the road with the Lees.

She's taken the kids.

Michael is badly wounded.

They say it's 60-40 in his favour.

There's no number, there's no percentages.

There's only the hand.

The hand beneath him stops him falling.

I spoke to someone.

My son'll live.

Michael and John were shot because we killed someone.

Vicente Changretta.

His son, Luca, has come to take revenge.

Men from New York and Sicily here in Birmingham.

These men will not leave our city until our whole family is dead.

That's how it works - an eye for an eye.

It's called vendetta.

The bullet's been written.

It says "LUCA".

When the time comes...

..And it will come...

..He, as the oldest brother...

I will put this bullet into his fucking head.

There's been some bad blood between us.

Polly, please.

Until this business is settled, we stay together...

..And we stay here.

Small Heath, Bordesley, Hay Mills, down to Greet.

We know every face and every man is a soldier in this army.

These men are professionals, they're good at what they do,

so we're going to need more than we have.

I've sent a message to Aberama Gold.

No.

No, Tom.

I'll get you 50 Lee boys. Good men, Tom.

I don't need good men, Johnny. For this, I need bad men.

Tommy, his people are fuckin' savages. You know? Heathens, Tom.

They don't even let them in the fair,

so they come and steal our horses.

You know, stealing from their own, Tom.

So this the plan, Thomas?

This is the plan?

A bullet with a name on it,

help from a bunch of savages?

We're going to go on the offensive.

I've spoken to Moss.

Moss! - I've spoken to Moss.

Moss is putting out word...

..Eyes and ears so we can find 'em.

Yet the truth is, the police are busy with the revolution.

Moss says they're expecting strikes

and riots when the weather gets warmer.

The Bolsheviks are planning...

The Bolsheviks couldn't plan a fucking picnic.

He's reading the wrong papers. - Ada!

Real or not real, the coppers don't give a fuck about us.

All right?

Which means...

..That here today, in this room,

we have to agree to end this war between us.

Take a vote.

Peace.

I was never a part of this, but...peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Peace.

Shut up, Finn.

Why can't I say "Peace"?

Arthur, let him have his say.

Finn, sit at the table.

Little bastard.

They're sending us fucking kids, Sergeant Major...

to do men's work.

My son's not here to speak...

so I'll speak on behalf of us both.

Truce.

Five for peace, two for truce, one abstention.

Let's get on with the war.

Curly, here we are.

Here, catch.

Right. Right, move them, boys.

Unload, unload!

Hat.

Blues and Villa goalkeeper?

Dan Tremelling plays in goal for the Blues,

and Tommy Jackson for the Villa.

Fair enough.

Charlie? - What is it, Curly?

We've run out of bullets, Charlie.

We need more ammunition!

More ammunition!

Johnny, more ammo.

We're like sitting ducks here, if the wops come.

Yeah, well, Tommy said we should do it in the open.

This is how John wanted to go.

On the smoke.

But the truth is,

we died together once before.

Arthur, me...

Danny Whizz-Bang,

Freddie Thorne, Jeremiah, and John.

We were cut off from the retreat, no bullets left,

waiting for the Prussian cavalry to come, and to finish us off.

And while we waited...

Jeremiah said we should sing In The Bleak Midwinter.

But we were spared - the enemy never came.

And we all agreed...

That everything after that was extra...

And when our time came, we would all remember.

You remember that God spared you.

But what did you do with the extra time that he gave you,

eh, Thomas?

At ease. At ease.

Do not return fire!

I repeat - do not return fire!

Stand down.

The men doing the firing are on our side.

I took the trouble

of getting an invitation to Aberama Gold.

Oh, fuck. Now it's begun.

You put us out in the open on purpose.

You used John's funeral fire as a fucking beacon.

We were never in any danger, Polly. - You set a trap.

Finn? Finn?!

Go to the yard and light the fires.

You set a trap with us as fucking bait.

Who's dead?

Our enemies.