Peaky Blinders

The Italian gangs and the Jewish gangs have been at war in London.

The Jews have been having the worst of it. They need allies.

Tell us your plan.

I can offer you 100 good men.

Get him out of there, get him back!

Arthur killed a boy.

Polly, these are the files for Michael and Anna Gray.

Your daughter is dead. But Pol...

Michael is alive.

I'm looking for someone called Elizabeth Gray.

What do you want with Elizabeth Gray?

I think she might be my mother.

An old friend of ours is coming back to the city.

He's head of some secret department...

the Irish desk.

He was murdered this morning in a street show in the Patch.

He was Irish.

Is he a person of interest to your department, sir?

Do you read the papers?

Birmingham papers.

I recommend the Daily Mail. It will broaden your mind.

Now, if you read the national press,

you would know that the King has offered the rebel Irish a treaty.

Some of the Fenians want to accept it. The IRA do not.

Now, the IRA have a long and glorious relationship...

with the garrotte.

Oh, dear.

Are they fighting amongst themselves, are they, sir?

~ That will be all. ~ Right, sir.

I'm going to be up and down from London quite a bit.

I'm going to need some lodgings. Can you help me with that?

Well, you wouldn't want to stay at the lodgings you had last time though, sir, eh?

Too many bad memories, I suppose.

You should understand, Moss,

I have no regrets about my previous mission in this city.

No, sir?

I imagine you boys have quite a laugh at my expense.

A laugh, sir?

You think it's funny that I developed feelings.

No idea what you're talking about, sir.

I have no regrets about what happened with Miss Burgess.

No "bad memories".

Right, sir.

He's losing his bloody mind.

Next.

Next.

All right then. Name?

The Digbeth Kid.

The Dig...

What are you? A boxer?

Digbeth Kid, like Billy the Kid.

Spend a lot of time at the pictures, eh?

Cowboy pictures? Tom Mix?

Yeah?

What are you...?!

Wait, wait. It's not a real gun.

~ Let's have a look then, eh? ~ It's made of wood.

Bang. Bang.

Very nice. Where did you get the gun belt?

My sister made it out of an old blacksmith's apron.

My mum did most of the stitching.

She's not my real mum but...

She does what mothers do.

So she made you a gun belt.

All right there, mother's boy.

There's the door, on you go. We're looking for...

Have you ever been arrested?

~ Yeah. ~ Yeah?

~ No. ~ Good.

You're the first bloke we've had in here today with no criminal record.

Arthur, we can stand him up.

Do you know what that means?

The new Home Secretary wants something done

about illegal gambling.

~ Damn right. ~ About bloody time.

So we help our coppers make their quota of convictions

by having men stood up to be arrested.

First offence, you'll get a week inside.

We'll give you five quid for your trouble.

How does that sound, cowboy?

Yeah.

Good. Write your address down for Finn on your way out.

I can't write.

That's all right, Finn can't read.

Don't worry.

Just tell him your address and we'll send someone round.

If the Sheriff don't run you out of town first.

Good man.

Oh, I don't know, Tom. Kids these days.

They didn't fight. So they're different.

They stay kids.

How was it?

I was starving so I would have eaten anything.

But, really, it was super.

Super.

So, er, are you a cook?

Not a cook, no.

The man who came to the house,

he was driving a posh car, he looks rich.

What does he do?

~ He works with horses. ~ Really?!

~ I love horses. I've got a bay mare. ~ No!

I ride it all the time.

Then it's in the blood.

I've got about a million questions.

So do I.

I've had different pictures in my head.

Well, here I am.

It's all right that it's me, isn't it?

I don't have any choice.

I mean, you are who you are, aren't you?

We don't choose.

And that's it.

Yeah, that's right.

God gave you to me.

People took you away.

And it is all right that it's me? Isn't it?

In a place like this.

I thought it would be worse.

'Run for the hills!

'It's the Digbeth Kid!'

Get out of town, kid, or I'll shoot your fucking head off!

Times up!

~ You're dead, go down. ~ John!

All right then, Polly.

Who's this?

Gentlemen,

this is your cousin.

Polly's son, Michael.

~ Pleased to meet you. ~ John.

I'm Arthur. You've already met me.

I used to throw you out of the window so John could catch you.

I used to put you in a shoebox and kick you down Watery Lane.

I bet you're glad to be back.

I don't remember any of it.

All I remember is the day they took me away.

Well, you're here now, son.

Welcome to the Shelby family.

~ Later on, we'll show you the ropes. ~ Yeah, we'll show you what's what.

Let's leave him be for now, eh?

Come on, boys.

Nice suit.

They seem nice.

Here he is - Mr Inconspicuous.

Corporal Billy Kitchen. Bloody grand to see you.

How are you feeling?

I've just come out of bandages myself.

Ready for active service. Thanks for seeing me here, Tommy.

It's all right, Bill. You don't have to stand in line for us.

It's men like you we're looking for, Billy.

But you have to pass the medical first.

Sheffield mob showed up at Wincanton trotting track. I took a bullet.

When do the bandages come off?

When I take 'em off.

One week. Not before.

You'll smell no rot.

There's no gangrene.

It's been a long time. Eh, Billy?

What did you do with your medals?

Threw them in the cut. Same as you.

It was never a hardship having you Black Country boys

on our left flank.

And you Brummies did all right on our right.

Damn right.

I want you to be the head of a brigade, Billy.

It'll be Brigadier Kitchen from now on.

You'll have 100 men under your command.

And now we've got a member of the Kitchen family on the payroll,

maybe your cousins and brothers will let our boats pass through

the Black Country without being held up and robbed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Go home, Bill.

Round up any good men you trust and put the word out.

Black Country boys and Brummie boys are on the same side again.

~ That'll be the bloody day. ~ Well, this is the bloody day.

London, man. There for the taking.

Tommy, I need to use the telephone. Polly said you had one in the pub.

All right, be quick. I have business.

Sir.

Polly said you own this place.

She said you own lots of different businesses.

You call her Polly or Mum?

I can't get used to calling her Mum yet.

~ Who are you calling? ~ My mother. I mean...

I know what you mean.

And what are you going to tell her?

I'm going to tell her where I am.

And now you're going to tell her you're going home.

Polly said I could stay for a few days.

~ You want to stay? ~ I've only just arrived.

What age are you, Michael?

17.

17. Which means it's not up to you, right?

I'm 18 in a few weeks. I make up my own mind.

You smoke?

No.

Drink?

You're going to call your mother

and tell her you're getting the next train home.

When you get there, you're going to write a letter to Polly saying