Peaky Blinders

I'll be in London one week, at this address.

Finish your business here and join me.

'Dear Grace...

'Before the war, when I had an important decision to make,

'I used to flip a coin.

'Perhaps that is what I will do again.'

"Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

..and give him peace. Amen.

Amen.

I promised my friend Freddie Thorne

that I'd say a few words over his grave

if he should pass before me.

I made this promise before he became me brother-in-law -

when we were in France, fighting for the King.

Amen.

And in the end it wasn't war that took Freddie.

Pestilence took him.

Come here.

But Freddie passed on his soul and his spirit to a new generation

before he was cruelly taken.

We thought, now Freddie's gone,

you might come back to Birmingham.

God, do you know how funny it is

that you've got chauffeurs in uniform now?

It's just for the occasion, Ada.

Do you know how unfair it is

that you've got four Bugattis when half the country's starving?

So now they've made you ashamed of us, eh?

Sometimes when I think how I used to be, it makes me embarrassed.

Karl's with his cousins.

I caught 'em trying to pinch flowers off a grave.

Ada, are you coming home?

I'm going home.

It's all right, Poll. We make Ada embarrassed.

That's not what I said.

There's another reason we want you home.

We're planning an expansion.

I'm taking premises in London...

~ Tommy, it's a funeral, business can wait. ~ Polly,

if Ada was weeping then I'd stop.

But she's not.

The expansion means it's going to be dangerous

to be a Shelby in London for a while.

Yeah, well, I'm not a Shelby anymore.

And I'm not a Thorne now, either.

I'm free.

I've got to get Karl home.

I told you. Let me do it.

It's all right.

I'll have some men watch her house till the danger passes.

"Till the danger passes"?

That'll be the bloody day.

It happened at exactly 7am.

Nobody saw anything. Our patrols were not in the area.

Mr Shelby, have you got any idea who might've done it?

I'd say it was something to do with the gas.

It's just been fitted.

Madam, the structure's not yet declared safe.

Madam!

This is all over the place.

Confetti.

You can go.

Right.

Who?

Who did this to us?

Whisky. Irish.

I heard there was a bit of a bang in your part of town.

Gas and electric don't mix.

Who'd have thought they would, eh?

How's business otherwise, Mr Shelby?

You know something?

In these times of hunger and hardship,

business is surprisingly good.

Which one of you is the Peaky Blinder devil?

Gentlemen.

Finn! Get in here.

Finn! Hold the phone. Come here.

~ Take the odds. ~ Yeah, sure.

Polly.

Did he say who did it?

He's gone to the Black Lion.

On his own?

Tommy does everything on his own.

~ Should I go to the Black Lion? ~ What?

~ Should I go there and see him? ~ No.

Where the fuck is Arthur?

Protecting the Garrison's whisky from the police.

For fuck's sake!

Polly, it feels a little bit to me like things are getting out of hand.

So get 'em in hand.

Do you know what Ada said to me this morning?

She said we all look like we work in a factory under the ground.

She said we look like ghosts.

She'll be back.

When?

When she needs us.

And anyway, who the fuck would blow up our pub?

~ Six. ~ Six what?

Six questions since you walked through the door.

Soon you're going to have to start being the man with the answers.

Why?

Seven.

Because when London happens, you'll have to hold up your end

or we'll find somebody else who can.

Thomas Shelby.

You blew up my pub.

Anger defeats fear, good.

You blew up my pub.

Tommy has a reputation to uphold.

A reputation for not being scared of anything.

In all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with.

So tell me, which brand of rebel are you, eh?

I read somewhere that you Paddies

started fighting amongst yourselves, now.

The King offers you a peace treaty and you start a war about it.

That's funny, don't you think?

A war about peace.

So are you for the treaty or against the treaty?

Forgive me, I get confused.

You are one decision away from death, Mr Shelby.

So stop fucking smiling.

Your name is Irene O'Donnell.

You have a son at the Cherry Wood Road School in Harborne.

He has irons on his legs, his name is Sean,

he comes last in every race, poor boy.

Poor boy if the race was important.

Do you know what I mean, Irene O'Donnell?

There are other ways of carrying out this mission.

Please allow me to put a bullet in this scum tinker's head.

No.

He researches his enemies,

that's why he's been chosen.

I am chosen?

I'm chosen.

Can the chosen one smoke?

A vacancy has appeared and you're going to fill it.

Chosen by whom?

By an informed consensus.

I have things to do.

So perhaps you could tell the chosen one

what he's been chosen for.

From now on, Mr Shelby,

you shut your fucking Gypsy mouth and listen to your instructions.

Fuck!

I need the area round the co-operative stables

clear of coppers between midnight and four tonight.

Right. Could I ask why?

Well, whatever it is you're going to do, don't start any fires.

The firemen go out on strike at midnight.

That's all. You can go.

I've got some information you might be interested in.

No charge.

There's an old friend of ours coming back to the city.

Just passing through, he says.

He's very grand these days.

He's head of some secret department -

the Irish Desk.

So I doubt he'll be bothering with the likes of us, eh?

I'll say good night, Tom.

I want to speak to a representative!

Father! Father!

It was the Ulsterman, the man with the wolf head!

Get the fuck off me!

You must reconcile yourself with the fate that awaits.

I demand to speak to a representative of His Majesty the King!

Make your peace with God.

A representative of His Majesty the King!

~ Father. ~ Come on.

Where are you going?

Does someone here have business with the King?

Major Campbell.

About time.

I am a very busy man, Governor.

In seven and a half minutes,

the man in that cell is due to be hanged for murder.

The murder of an Irish activist in Whitechapel.

Does the case ring any bells, Major Campbell?

No, Governor,

I hear no bells.

Since yesterday morning,

he's been claiming that the murder was ordered

by the British Secret Intelligence Service.

It's a little late to be coming up with nonsense like that,

don't you think?

He was told if he kept his mouth shut