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People keep asking me questions
that I don't know the answer to.

It's us that has the
machine guns now.

And it's them that's in the mud.

Guns, Mr Shelby.

We'd pay good money.

- For who do you speak?
- The Irish Republican Army.

What are you? Copper?

(GUNSHOT)

You went after him
because he was IRA.

I followed him because I
thought he might have information.

CAMPBELL: The difficulty
with undercover work, Grace,

is to remember what you are.

(GROANING)

Your sister's in there giving birth,
there's one man should be here.

TOMMY: You're right, Pol.

On my oath. Tell
Freddie it's safe.

Welcome to the world, son.

- Freddie!
- THORNE: Ada!

Polly! Polly!

The police came and
took his father away!

(SPITS) You liar!

♪ Take a little walk to the edge
of town and go across the track

♪ Where the viaduct
looms like a bird of doom

♪ As it shifts and cracks

♪ Where secrets
lie in the border fires

♪ In the humming wires

♪ Hey man, you know
you're never coming back

♪ Past the square,
past the bridge

♪ Past the mills,
past the stacks

♪ On a gathering storm
comes a tall handsome man

♪ In a dusty black coat
with a red right hand ♪

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Open up, love.

I brought more things
for you and the baby.

Got some fresh eggs and bread.

- (BABY CRIES)
- Shh...

POLLY: I'll leave it here.

(BABY CRYING)

Ada, think of the little one.

Babies don't have principles.

(DOOR OPENS)

Did you speak to her?

She didn't speak back.

Did you tell her?

I'll only tell her what
I know to be true.

It's the last time
I'm going to say this.

It wasn't me who
shot Freddie Thorne.

Tommy,

I'd ask you to
swear on the Bible

but you can't swear
on that, can you?

Nothing you hold sacred.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

There's tea.

A new system.

Everything in the diary, eh?

Mmm-hmm.

Black star.

What does that mean?

Black star day...

is the day we take out
Billy Kimber and his men.

No one knows this.

Not even your family?

Grace...

Everyone in my family hates me.

Why would I tell them?

(DOOR CLOSES)

He's off the bloody
rails is what he is.

(MEN CHEERING)

If he'll turn nose
on his best mate.

Bloody neighbours, John.
Snitch behind the curtain.

Yeah, well, if you think that,
you're the only one who does.

Look at this. Look.

Bloody rakin' it in!

Who's running this carny?

Name of Marsden. Intends on
wintering in Small Heath at this ring.

- Does he?
- Only heard.

Nobody in Small Heath craps in a pot
without the decree of Tommy Almighty.

Mr Marsden, I believe!

The ring master!

Proud I am to say so.

Yeah, well, these
here are civilised parts.

Man wants to set his stall up
with fellas lampin' each other.

He needs himself a licence.

A licence?

For a fee.

From those in charge.

(CROWD CHEERING)

I'll tell you what.

How about I keep my money and
you shove a licence up your arse crack?

You don't want to
speak to me like that.

And who the bloody
hell do you think you are?

(MAN SHOUTING) My name...

is Arthur Shelby!

Dad?

Jesus.

Thank you. You're a good boy.

(SIGHS)

Bless the father for these
bounties we're about to receive...

Jesus Christ.

Please, woman.

Let me be.

Finish your sandwich
and sling your hook.

Polly Anna, I'm a guest
of the head of this family.

So why don't you maybe tend
to your mangle or your scuttle?

The head of the
family ain't here.

Tommy, uh,

sometimes helps me with, uh,

with business.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Aye, well, speak of the devil.

How are you, son?

Get out.

Come on, son.

I'm a changed man.

This family needed
you 10 years ago.

And you walked out on us.

Not now.

Get out of this house.

- Tommy, he's different.
- Shut up.

It's all right, son.

Arthur Shelby...

never stays where
he's not welcome.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Quite something you've become.

Bye, son.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- He's our dad.
- (SCOFFS)

He's a selfish bastard.

You calling someone
a selfish bastard?

It's a bit rich, Tommy.

I mean, thanks to you,

we're already down
a bloody sister.

You want to see him, Arthur?

You want to see him?

You go with him.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Grace.

I'm taking five pounds
from petty cash, all right?

We don't have five
pounds in petty cash.

Then I'll take what we've got.

Count it and leave a receipt.

Arthur, there are things in
these books I don't understand.

Likewise.

Every week we pay one
pound, ten shilling by postal order

to a Daniel Owen

- in London.
- Danny Whizz-Bang.

Hangs around in the pubs in
Camden Town Wharf for us.

Keeps his ears open for
business. He's a good man.

I thought Danny
Whizz-Bang was dead?

Then you thought
wrong, didn't you?

But I've seen his
grave. He was shot.

That was a show
to satisfy the wops.

Tommy just shot some
sheep's brains at him.

Who's buried in his grave?

Now look, Grace.

You know what's good for you.

You don't ask questions about
things that don't concern you.

Never, right?

That's for you.

Don't tell Tommy I took this.

The boy needs a good
hiding if you ask me.

Yeah, well, I'm this
close to giving him one.

John and Ada too, sounds like.

Nah, John moans
on bloody principle.

But if you saw his missus...

Ah...

You have a girl yourself, son?

Perhaps when it
suits, Tommy, eh?

Yeah, well.

He's been different.

- You know, since the war.
- Yeah, well...

A war can change a man.

Speaking for myself, anyways.

Where did you fight, Dad?

Ah, all over, son.

- All over.
- Yeah, all over.

And the salvation
of Jesus Christ

spread his light over me.

And as a pilgrim,

I come to visit a new world.

America.

Where I beheld the future.

Casinos.

Money factories, son.

Look, I've been
studying the competition.

Their schemes,

their systems.

- Look at that. It's all there.
- Show me.

There's a fortune
to be made here.

I'm an old man and my
heart's a battered vessel.

But within,

there still beats a
fluttering pulse of a dream.

The Shelby...

Casino and Hotel.

Gents and dames will come
flocking from all corners.

New York, Chicago, Boston,

to the Shelby.

Where I can stand proudly
with my dear children by my side.

And the women there?

Like fresh peaches.

Thou could have a dozen.

We'd all of us be kings.

How much? How
much to get started?

The oak needs but an acorn.

Let's do it.

Let's do it. Let's bloody do it.

It would make my heart beam,
but I don't want to cause any discord

between the brothers. So please,
why don't you talk to Tommy first?

No, now, I'm sick of
taking orders from him.

Tommy's not the only one in the
family with a head for business.

And Shelby money

is Shelby money.

I thank God for
my wonderful sons.

This is cause for a celebration.

- Yeah.
- Sláinte.

Sláinte.

On your feet, soldier.

On your feet.

(RAUCOUS SHOUTING)

Look, I don't wanna
fight you, Dad.

Come on, boy!

I'm old enough
to be your father.

(GRUNTS)

MAN: On your feet!

Get up!

All right!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GRUNTING)

Is that all you got, boy?

Get up!

(SHOUTS) This here...

is Arthur Shelby junior!

My son!

I love him and I'm proud of him!

And he can fight any
one of youse in here!

(CROWD CHEERS)

You did good, son.

You did good.

I love you, Dad.

I love you!

Mr Shelby?

Who's asking?

My name's Burn.

I had word from your man in
Camden town you wanted a parley.

Then parley it is.

Few months ago,

a man named Ryan came to this place
with a view to buying some goods from you.

Mr Ryan met with an
accident, he was shot.

TOMMY: I heard.

BURN: He was a man with
a quick mouth. I know that.

Wondered if he made
any enemies in here?

None that I know of.

Not the kind of place
to make enemies.

- All are welcome here, Mr Burn.
- Including Irish?

Oh, especially Irish.

Ryan told you he was a member
of the Irish Republican Army.

Was he still welcome?

Like I say. Any man who
buys beer is welcome.

Perhaps you didn't believe him?

In pubs, sometimes
people say things.

Sometimes it's
the whisky talking.

It's hard to tell
which is which.

As a teetotal man,
I find that amusing.

Except when it ends in tragedy.

Would you like some
water and cordial, Mr Burn?

You see, Mr Shelby,

Ryan, for all his quick
mouth, was indeed connected.

Very well connected
to our brotherhood.

By membership in blood.

He was my cousin.

I'm from South Armagh.

I'm a man of influence there.

Cordial and water will
be grand, Mr Shelby.

Grace, bring some water
and cordial. Come this way.

Yes, Mr Shelby.

My cousin came to buy guns.

And I told him I have none.

Your man Danny Owen
talks a lot when he's drunk.

He says the Peaky
Blinders do have the guns,

brought from the
factory down the road.

He boasted about a stack
of Lewis machine guns,

and enough belts of ammunition
to hold up God's trousers.

Yup, that sounds like our Danny.

- He has an imagination.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Like I say, sometimes it's
the whisky does the talk.

He says only your brothers
know where the guns are kept.

Well, Danny also says he sees German
infantrymen on the back of mill carts.

And he shoots them
with his broomstick.

We have men in the BSA factory.

They said you has 'em.

And we have men that
work in the police station.

Every finger, Mr Shelby...

Every finger in this city
points in one direction.

Please don't
mistake me for a fool.

Let me get to the point.

I don't care what kind of half-arsed
tinker operation you have going here.

But I can assure you,

I represent a very different
category of organisation.

My cousin was shot.

I am judge, jury,
and executioner.

I find you guilty
and I pass sentence.

You deliver the guns to me,

or I deliver death
and hell's fury to you,

and your little
tribe of heathens.

Am I making myself clear?

Let me confess something
to you, and only to you.

I have the guns, but they
have become a burden to me.

Perhaps it is time to
unload that burden.

For the right price.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(TOMMY CLEARS THROAT)

CAMPBELL: Malachy Burn.

Brigade Commander of
the South Armagh IRA.

You hooked yourself
a big fish there.

With these guns as bait,
who knows what we'll catch?

We?

Are you suggesting that you and
I could work together as a team?

Perhaps we have more in
common than you think, Inspector.

- Can you deliver him?
- With your help.

And I want word put out in
Ireland that I was not involved.

CAMPBELL: So I'd be
solving a problem for you.

TOMMY: And I'd be
winning you that medal.

(LAUGHS) If I get a medal, I will have
your initials engraved on my backside.

Oh. My initials on your
backside. That's quite an image.

Inspector, since we're
getting on so well...

can you answer me a question?

Who gave you Freddie Thorne?

Well, as everyone in the city
knows... It was you, Mr Shelby.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Hello, son.
- It's all there.

It is indeed. We're gonna
build something with this, son.

- Something magnificent.
- When do we start, Dad?

- Hungry for work, are you?
- Yeah!

Ship sails Friday. Meet
me at the boxing ring.

- Good. Friday.
- Friday.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

No, leave that open.

(TOMMY PANTING)

- No.
- Are you expecting trouble?

- Yeah.
- At this hour?

- Midnight is as good an hour as any.
- What the hell is going on?

When the St Andrews'
bell strikes midnight,

two IRA men are going
to come through that door.

When they have what they
want, they plan to kill me.

It's your job to
stop that happening.

Could have given me
some more warning.

I just got the message myself.
They want to meet here, alone.

- And barmaids don't count?
- No, barmaids don't count, no.

You're going to be in that back
room. I'm going to be sitting there.

When I make a toast, you're going
to come out with that thing raised.

You don't shoot, you
just point. I'll do the rest.

- Will you kill them?
- No. The police want them alive.

- The police know about this?
- Look, just hold it up.

Just point, right?

- (BELL TOLLING)
- Right, go, go! Go on, go!

(BELL TOLLING)

We'll hold back here.

If damage is done to either
side, it's no concern of ours.

- Lost your thirst, eh?
- Just show us where.

Give me the cash.

You're gonna need a shovel.

(CHUCKLES)

You thick fucking tinker. Do
you think we'd let you live?

Make your peace, Mr Shelby.

TOMMY: I'll make
my peace my own way.

To barmaids who don't count.

(MEN GRUNTING)

(GRACE GRUNTS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

(BONES CRACKING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Why did you shoot?
Why did you shoot, Grace?

I didn't know I had it in me
like that. I didn't... (SOBS)

Now you've seen me.

And you've seen me.

I'm sorry.

(DOOR OPENS)

You were supposed to
come on the sixth chime.

You were supposed to come
on the fucking sixth chime!

They refused to surrender.

They fought well,
they were brave men.

Well, he looks like he was
killed by a wild fucking animal.

Still. This never happened.
They were never here. Who cares?

Get the bodies out of here.

Ah, right. Are they making
the lady uncomfortable?

I'll leave you two love
birds to it, then, eh?

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

First of all, let me say...

I had no idea he would
involve you in this ugly business.

If I had, I never would
have let it happen.

He trusts me. I told you
that. You didn't believe me.

Fine.

Sergeant Moss made a
report, which, of course, I burnt.

He said that when he entered
the room, you were embracing.

(SCOFFS) Is that your primary
concern, now? An embrace?

- No, my concern is for your welfare.
- It was me who killed them.

- I had no control.
- You've been living with beasts.

It was the beast
that tried to stop me.

I believe, last night,
something inside me changed.

I no longer feel the
need to avenge my father.

The hatred that I brought
here with me is gone.

And therefore my reasons
for joining the Service.

You want to resign?

I think our mission has
come to a natural end.

I think I know where
the guns are hidden.

You do? So tell me where!

If I'm right and
the guns are found,

you have no more business with
Thomas Shelby. Is that not so?

Our military mission will be over,
and we can leave the city as we found it.

Are you trying to do a deal
with me? Because if you are,

you must be explicit.

I want your word

that Tommy Shelby will not be
harmed if the guns are recovered.

Your word as a
gentleman. Will you give it?

Now, why would
you want to save him?

- Residue of sympathy.
- Sympathy? You mean, sentiment?

Yes. In his way, he
has been kind to me.

- Sentiment.
- Yes.

You're too good-hearted
for this work.

Perhaps.

So, for my sake,
will you spare him?

You have my word.

GRACE: A week after the robbery, there
was a burial at St Andrews' churchyard.

I have found out that the man
supposed to be buried is alive.

Arthur is quite concerned.

I learned that the funeral was
attended only by the brothers,

and the grave that they dug
was far deeper than your average,

and lined with lead
to keep out the damp.

The guns are
buried in that grave.

Then tonight we
will dig up that grave.

GRACE: ♪ When my family thinks

♪ That I'm safely in my bed

♪ Oh, from morn until night

♪ I am stretched
out at your head

♪ Calling out unto the earth

♪ With tears hot and wild

♪ For the loss of a boy

♪ That I loved as a child

♪ So I am stretched
on your grave

♪ And I'll lie here forever

♪ If your hands were in mine

♪ I'd be sure they
would not sever

♪ My apple tree, my brightness

♪ It's time we were together

Well done, boys!

♪ For I smell of the earth

♪ And I'm worn by the weather ♪

All but one gun accounted for.

Then, sir, I resign
my commission.

Good... Good.

So, I am no longer
your superior officer,

and you're no longer
my subordinate.

And therefore...

Regulations permit
me to offer you this.

I'm a simple man,
but a good man.

And my admiration for
you has turned to love.

I don't ask for love in return,

just recognition that
we are like minds,

with shared values.

Grace...

Will you marry me?

Mr Campbell...

You deserve better.

Is it him between us?

Is it the beast that
dug that grave?

(LOUDLY) Is it him?

My resignation will be
with you in the morning.

(TRAIN WHISTLES)

Dad?

Hello, son.

May I ask who gave
you my whereabouts?

Marsden. Said you left him last
night with a bill for your whores.

Well... At least we got
to say goodbye, son.

And bid a fond adieu to your
dear brothers, would you?

- How could you do this to us?
- Do what, son?

All that stuff you said about...

Shelby Casino...

- And Atlantic City.
- Hmm, well, if the truth be told,

I'm not so acquainted with that
promised land as I had thee believe.

You're a fucking liar.

And a thief.

Now you give me
back my fucking money!

Do not despise the thief

who steals to
satisfy his starvation.

That's in the Holy Bible, son.

And I have starved
for so very long.

Fair thee well, son.

I waited for ya.

I waited.

(SHOUTS)

Listen to me, boy.

You're not in the
prize ring now.

Never put your hands on me again

or I'll cut your fucking throat
and spread you on these tracks.

(DOOR OPENS)

Where's your father?

I'm assuming he's frittering
away the 500 you took from us

and put into his thieving,
whore-groping hands.

What were you thinking?

How dare you do something like
that without talking to Thomas or me?

Does Tommy know?

No.

But you're going to tell him.

You may take satisfaction

in a great victory.

A terrible consequence
has been avoided.

Those guns that we dug up will
never be used to murder the innocent,

or usurp the status quo.

But even though we
have solved a crime,

we have, as yet, failed
to punish the criminal.

This man who dug this
grave has also dug his own.

He has proved a deadly
menace to the King's peace.

And tonight we
will strike him down.

We will drive our swords
through his black heart.

We will pursue him into
the rat holes that he infests.

And finally,

we will rid this
city of his kind.

Justice will be done.

And will be seen to be done.

Amen.

There's going to
be trouble now, Finn.

You look after yourself,
do you hear me?

I'm gonna be gone
away for a while.

Right. Go on.

Right!

Who wants to fucking fight?

Fighting's over.

We're closing up and moving on.

I said, "Who wants
to fucking fight?"

My name is Arthur
fucking Shelby.

Who dares fight me?

Go home, lad. Before you
catch yourself a spanking.

My brother in Digbeth

just said the police are coming
down from Deritend, in numbers.

Asking for Tommy
Shelby, by name.

Shit.

- I'm gonna have to lie low for a while.
- Why?

I lost my bargaining power.

This copper, it's
just me and him now.

When I get back,

I wanna tell you some things.

Harry said the police
are already in Digbeth.

- Yeah.
- You took a chance coming here.

Why?

The police are in
the lane, Tommy.

Come with me.

I'm looking for Thomas Shelby.

Never heard of him.

You'll never find him.

Go home.

Perhaps I should ask
that question again.

On your knees.

(GRUNTS)

Aye.

Understand this, barman,

I don't care if you live or die.

I don't know!

(HARRY SHUDDERS)

(GUN CLICKS)

He left.

With the barmaid.

He left with Grace.

I think they were
going to her place.

Call it off.

I don't understand, sir, we
should find the barmaid and...

Call it off!

All of it.

Get in!

It's not much of a place.

It's all right.

- Want tea?
- Tea, no.

I have rum.

Actually, tea it is.

- Trying to impress me?
- Yes.

And do you have biscuits?

No, they attract mice.

People look different at home.

In what way?

Off guard.

Should I be on my guard?

No.

I'm a man who drinks tea.

When the trouble
dies down, I'll go.

When will it die
down, do you think?

Late, I'd say.

So not until the morning then.

Yes, I'd say I'll be
here till morning.

You have a gramophone.

It's broken.

We could still dance.

Yes, why not?

I know you like to
be asked properly.

Grace, can I have this dance?

GRACE: Are you okay?

TOMMY: I don't hear the
shovels against the wall.

What shovels?

Will you help me?

Help you with what?

With everything.

The whole fucking thing.

Fucking life.

Business.

I found you.

And you found me.

We'll help each other.

(♪ TIME BY TOM WAITS PLAYING)

(CRIES OUT)

Our father,

who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(CHOKES AND COUGHS)

(CHOKES)

(GASPS)

(COUGHS)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello? (CLEARS THROAT)

Send a telegram to Mr Churchill.

I have news, very good news.

Tell him the business I came
to attend to is now complete.

I'll be leaving the city.

There's just one matter
I need to tidy up first.

(BELL TOLLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

So Polly told ya.

Yup.

You should've used a gun.

Are you laughing at me, Tommy?

Yeah.

Just when things are
starting to go right, Arthur,

you try and do this.

Don't you like fancy parties?

Or, um...

Champagne? Or fast cars?

And how about this?

Your name on a business card.

"Shelby Brothers, Limited.

"Arthur Shelby.

"Associate bookmaker."

(SCOFFS)

I just had them picked up
from the printer's this morning.

You are one of
three shareholders.

Me, you, John.

And according to the
law, we are equal partners.

And it is written in the
paperwork in black and white.

A third, a third, a third.

(TOMMY EXHALES)

But the thing is, uh...

Well, me and John, we quite
fancy splitting your share, so...

Just next time, use a gun, man.

(LAUGHS)

Our men at the station tell
me that copper is leaving town.

We're in the clear.

We are on our way
up in the world, brother.

Believe me.

(♪ BRING IT ON BY
NICK CAVE PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

♪ Take a little walk to the edge
of town and go across the track ♪