Peaky Blinders

I want you to see this as me introducing myself to you.

He said Mr Churchill sent him to Birmingham.

Something about a robbery.

Thomas, you are a bookmaker, not a fool...

You sell those guns to anyone who has use for them,

you will hang.

I am just a poor communist frog with a big mouth.

I'm with you cos you're the only man round here not scared of them.

The only difference between you and me, Freddie, is that

sometimes my horses stand a chance of winning.

Tommy!

You fixing races now?

I'm here about the job as barmaid.

Are you in position?

I am, sir.

I thought you said we were going to the fair.

We have business first. Come on.

Bring your wits.

What business? That's the Lee family.

Tommy!

Johnny Dogs.

Tommy, how the hell are you?

All the better for getting the city smoke out of me lungs.

I thought you became a bit too grand for us.

I've been busy.

I'm riding with the Lee family now.

I heard.

Myself, I'd rather live among pigs.

Come on, Tommy. No disputing.

So, your first fair since France...?

What do you know about France, you war-shy Gypsy bastard?

So this is the horse.

And that's the car.

Hang on a minute.

You are not swapping the family car for a bloody horse.

Of course we're not swapping it.

Huh?

That would be mad.

We're going to play two-up.

Here you are.

I knew it. I knew it.

Tommy, you bloody idiot.

Shut up, Arthur, I won.

I promised Johnny I'd let him have a spin in the car if he lost.

All right.

Are you Lee boys laughing at my brother?

Are you?

Eh? Tommy...

Tommy. I asked you a question!

Tommy, come on, it's just the craic...

Get your family out of here and go and enjoy yourselves at the fair

before they start a war. Huh?

Yeah, but his mother was a Didicoy whore.

We will take them before last night's beer turns to piss

and wakes the devils up.

We will leave no stone unturned.

Every gun, every bullet will be brought to me for inspection.

Now...

take your positions.

Don't hit me! Get off me!

Freddie!

You're sure your brothers are at the fair?

If it was them they wouldn't knock.

Mr Thorne...

What is it?

The police are rounding up the communists.

Come on, Ada, if the cops find me we are screwed.

Fuck...

Freddie Thorne, open up! Ada...

You have to jump, Ada. I'll catch you.

Come on.

Look at this.

A prescription for iron tablets...

for Ada fucking Shelby.

Mrs Donovan, I need that favour.

Come in and be quick. I'm not coming in. She is.

Holy Jesus, it's the Shelby girl.

You have not seen her with me, Mrs Donovan.

Give her a cup of tea and let her stay until the police have gone.

She's the sister of those Peaky Blinder devils...

And yet she is an angel.

Come on, Ada.

What are you going to do, Freddie?

Me? I'm going to have to leave town for a bit.

A gentleman would take off his hat...

and put out his pipe.

I see you Specials only dare to come here

when you know the boys are away at the fair.

You mean your nephews...

with their guns and their razors?

Is it them you're lighting candles for?

No.

I am lighting candles for the boys from the Garrison who

lost their lives in France.

There's a list there.

Look...

I hear you didn't make it to France, Inspector Campbell.

You've heard of me.

I've heard of you.

Is it the Holy Grail you're looking for...?

As a matter of fact...

it is the Holy Grail I'm looking for.

Something precious. Something stolen.

Perhaps you know what I'm talking about.

Sorry, I misunderstood your intention

when you pushed me to the wall.

Turn the place upside down.

Arthur Shelby said you people would help us.

If we don't know what you've lost, how can we help you find it?

But I've found out subsequently that I was speaking to the wrong man.

Next time I want to talk to the boss.

The Lickey Tea Rooms. Friday. Ten o'clock.

And when I say the boss, I mean Thomas.

Come on.

The scum of the Earth...

Now what the bloody hell's been going on here?

Jesus Christ.

The coppers told everyone Arthur had agreed to it

when he was arrested.

They said the Peaky Blinders had

cleared out to the fair to let them do it.

I never said nothing to that copper about smashing up bloody houses...

All right... which pubs did they do?

The Guns, the Chain, the Marquis.

All the ones that pay you to protect them.

The only one they didn't touch was the Garrison.

Make sure people think we were in on it.

He's smart, this copper.

So, go on.

Drink your beers, get out.

You'd better show people you're still the cocks of the walk.

Hand out some cash to the landlords of the pubs.

Pay some veterans to fix the places up.

Oi, Nipper. Give us the bag.

So, what about you, Tommy?

I have to go to Charlie's to stable the horse.

She looked foot-sore in the box.

Let them see your faces.

So we both know what they were looking for.

You don't read the papers.

Racing papers.

So let me tell you the odds.

I reckon it's three to one there'll be a revolution.

I wouldn't bet on that.

That copper's betting on it.

He's not going to let it rest till he gets those guns back.

Did he talk to you, Pol?

In the church.

Did he try to find our Ada?

She was sleeping.

Where was she sleeping, Pol?

I thought you didn't care for women's business.

He knows you're the boss.

He wants to meet you.

Will you talk to him?

No...

you don't parley when you're on the back foot.

We'll strike a blow back first.

Finn, lad? What are you doing?

We're having a fire.

Two bob for your picture of the King.

What?

Bring it to Watery Lane.

All right, Finn, lad. All right, Scud.

We are blocking the entrance, mate.

Come on, keep making your way through. Come on.

Come on, gentlemen.

Now come on...

Chuck them on, boys.

Well, I hope to God you know what you're doing.

I'm a reporter with the Birmingham Evening Despatch.

I had a phone call.

Someone called Thomas Shelby.

Come with me.

Come on, folks, give us a bit of room.

Tommy.

Move back for us, please, folks. You're Mr Shelby?

All the way back, please. I am.

You said I would be protected.

You're protected.

What's going on?

There are some things I want you to write down.

Now, first of all...

it's not that people round here are disloyal to the King.

It's the opposite.

You see, we don't want our beloved King looking down

and seeing the things that are being done to us.

So we are taking down his pictures.

But why are you burning them?

We went through hell for our King.

Walked through the flames of war. Write all this down...

And now we're being attacked in our own homes.

These new coppers over from Belfast, breaking into our homes

and interfering with our women.

We don't think our King would want to see that happening.

So, we're lighting fires to raise the alarm.

May I ask you, in what capacity do you speak?

No capacity.

I am an ordinary man.

I won gallantry medals at the Somme.