All language subtitles for Peaky Blinders (2013) - S01E03 - Episode 3 (1080p BluRay x265 Ghost)

TOMMY: I intend to do business
with Billy Kimber.

-[GUNSHOT]
-[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Is there any man here named Shelby?

TOMMY: I'm planning an expansion
onto the racetracks.

It would be an honor
to work with you, Mr. Kimber.

Nobody works "with" me.
People work "for" me.

TOMMY: Danny, you're a good man
and a good soldier.

Yes, Sergeant Major.

[SCREAMING]

Freddie Thorne is at the very top
of my list.

Well, cross him off.
He won't be returning to the city.

THORNE: We're not going anywhere, Ada.

We're gonna stay here, we're gonna
marry here, with our baby.

I'm not afraid of Tommy Shelby.

Thomas, you sell those guns to anyone
who has use to them, you will hang.

POLLY: Dump them somewhere
the police can find them.

No.

Thomas Shelby is now the beginning,
the middle and the end of your mission.

So what shall I do?

CAMPBELL: You must do
everything you can to get close to him.

Dig out a nice dress,
I want to take you to the races.

I warn you, I'll break your heart.

Already broken.

[PEOPLE CHATTING]

♪ 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 ♪

Morning, sir.

♪ On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man

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

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Give me a bottle of whisky
and three glasses, please.

-Scotch or Irish?
-Irish.

I've decided not to go to the races.

Not unless you give me another two pound

ten shilling towards the dress.

I've already given you three.

How much did you pay for the suit
you'll be wearing?

Oh, I don't pay for suits.
My suits are on the house.

Or the house burns down.

So, you want me to go
looking like a flower girl?

-What I want makes no difference.
-[GLASSES CLINKING]

It's not me you're dressing up for.

You'll forgive me, Mr. Shelby,
if I indulge a little bit?

Please.

It takes a lot for a man from Sparkbrook

to step inside this pub.
[CHUCKLES]

Anyone with money and good intentions
is welcome at The Garrison.

[MATCH STRIKING]

Now, you said you had business.

It's delicate, Mr. Shelby.

It's a question
of who knows what about what.

Concerns the factory
down the road at the BSA.

Now, as you might know,
most of the paint shop there is Irish.

Big old place like that,
rumors get started.

Rumors that there was a robbery.

Robbery of what?

MAN: Guns, Mr. Shelby.

A serious amount of guns.

TOMMY: And what business
is that of mine?

When it comes to speculation,
you can't beat a factory night shift.

Some say there was word from the
proofing bay

it was the Peaky Blinders
that took them.

Your night shift must be dreaming.

-Maybe they are.
-Maybe they're not.

What we're trying to say is, Mr. Shelby,

that if you were to hear about
the whereabouts of said items,

we'd pay good money.

-You have good money?
-We have the collections from the pubs.

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

-For who do you speak?
-The people of Ireland.

The Irish Republican Army.

-For a fact?
-For a fucking fact.

You think we're jokers?

Am I laughing?

♪ Oh, father, why are you so sad

♪ On this bright Easter morn ♪

Maguire, will you shut up?

♪ When Irishmen are proud and glad

♪ Of the land where they were born ♪

Maguire, away and shite.
We're trying to talk business here.

♪ Oh, Son, I see sad memories view

♪ Of far-off distant days

♪ When, being just a boy like you,

♪ I joined the IRA ♪

Bravo.

♪ Where are the lads who stood with me ♪

TOMMY: All right, boys.

♪ When history was made ♪

If I hear anything about who know what
about what, I'll let you know.

♪ I long to see the boys
of the old IRA ♪

I thought you only allowed
singing on Saturday.

Whisky's good proofing water.

Tells you who's real and who isn't.

And what did my countrymen want?

Oh, they're nobodies.

They drink in The Black Swan
in Sparkbrook.

They're only rebels because
they like the songs.

You have sympathies with them?

I have no sympathies of any description.

Their accents are so thick,
it's a wonder you could understand them.

Next time, I could translate.

You would work for me?

I thought I already was.

So you are coming to the races.

Two pounds, ten shillings.

Ten shillings.

Buy something red.

To match his handkerchief.

Whose handkerchief?

Ada, what the hell?

I dared myself to run
through their territory in my dress.

-Are you mad?
-Yeah.

Mad as hell with all of them.

I love you.

I love you, too.

The more they try and stop us,
the madder I'll be.

-Come on, princess. The vicar's waiting.
-Wait.

How do I look?

Like an angel.

Moss,

what do we know about The Black Swan?

An operative has provided intelligence

and it is a place where IRA men gather.

It's just a lot of drunken navigators
singing songs, sir.

The IRA wouldn't go near them.

Then why are two of them
looking to buy guns?

Do you have names?

Must she do everything for you?

She, sir?

One female operative
has proved more useful

than any of you great lumps of men.

We are regular police officers, sir,
not spies.

We can only act when
a crime has been committed.

Perhaps I should send some men down
to The Black Swan to ask questions.

And scare them all into hiding?

Not the best of tactics, Sergeant.

My tactics come from
my experiences in France.

Most of my great lumps of men
served in France too, sir.

I serve my country every day.

That'll be all, Sergeant.

Away and shite.

Fancy me, do you?

What are you?

Copper?

Proddie bitch!

I've seen you. I've seen your face
serving at The Garrison.

Come here.

I'm taking you in for interrogation.

On behalf of the Irish Free State.

[GUNSHOT]

All right?

Are you armed?

No.

Then I'll tell you.

Ada and Freddie Thorne
were married today.

They defied your orders.

They haven't left the city.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

I'll deal with it.

Thomas.

I'll deal with it.

Where are they?

Freddie's comrades have safe houses.
Why do you want to know?

I want to send them flowers.
Why do you think?

Would it be so bad if they stayed?

I promised I'd run Freddie out of town.

Promised who?

I told the coppers Freddie
wouldn't come back.

-It was part of the deal.
-What bloody deal?

What happened to family votes?
What happened to meetings?

If you let me deal with Ada and Freddie,
it'll end in peace.

Christ knows you've had
your fill of war.

You get Freddie out of town, Pol.

Or else I'll deal with it myself.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[RETCHES]

[COUGHS]

[SHUDDERS]

MOSS: The victim had been drinking
in The Black Swan pub, sir.

The pub that you told me about.

And the neighbor said that she saw
a young woman leaving the street

where the body was found.

A woman, sir.

I was wondering if
there was a connection.

A connection with what, Sergeant?

You said that your spy was a woman, sir.

I wondered if there was now a policy.

Shoot to kill.

Like there was in Belfast.

Republicans are famously factional.

He was killed by one of his own.

That'll be all, Sergeant.

And they're not called spies.

They're called operatives.

Operatives, sir. Right, sir.

THORNE: It's how you say things.

ADA: Yeah.

THORNE: What the bloody hell
is she doing here?

200 pounds, Freddie.

For what?

For us.

For a honeymoon that goes on forever.

-Where did it come from?
-Family fund.

Pockets of widows and desperate men.

See sense, Freddie.

POLLY: Tommy's not gonna let this rest.

Times like these, communists
in the family is bad for business.

You have to leave the city.

You think I can't handle Tommy Shelby?

You can't. I'm having trouble these days
and I'm twice the man you are.

[CHUCKLES]

I went into town.

The Cunard office.

I booked you both tickets
for the next boat

from Liverpool to New York.

ADA: America, Freddie.

They've already had their revolution.
You won't have to bother.

Would you ladies at least let a man
sleep on it?

[SIGHS]

You had no business.

Observe and report,
that is your remit.

I decided we needed to know
where he lived.

I warned you not to let your...

Your personal history
cloud your judgment.

You went after him because he was IRA.

I followed him because
I thought he might have information.

According to the rules, I should pull
you out of Garrison Lane immediately.

No.

Cheltenham's tomorrow.

You take too much upon yourself.

This is an "active military mission".

Your words.

I'm doing my job.

Grace,

the death of a base Fenian
doesn't concern me.

Your welfare does.

Killing a man affects the heart.

And as for my heart...

I know that, because
of our family connections,

you take my progress personally.

But I don't need you to be my father.

I will be thinking of you.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Mr. Shelby, sir?

Mr. Zhang.

That suit is sold, sir.
It's being collected this morning.

I know.

ZHANG: Please, gentlemen,
no fighting in here.

It's all right. I come as a friend.

You're collecting your suit
for Cheltenham. It's very nice.

How the bloody hell do you know?

I know a lot of things, Mr. Kimber.

And as I told you before,
I know the Lee brothers.

And I know they're gonna be at
the Cheltenham races as well.

Yes, well they're gonna
lose a lot of money on

fast women and slow nags.

No. They're planning
on showing up in numbers

and robbing your bookies,
running chalk and rafflers.

You think I can't handle the Lees?

Just a word of warning
from a friend. That's all.

TOMMY: I'll see you at Cheltenham.

KIMBER: I'll wave at you from my box.

If you're coming to the races,
bring that pretty barmaid of yours.

Already invited.

MAN 1: Come on, Freddie.
MAN 2: Comrades.

Comrades, as you know, to even
gather like this today is illegal.

Chief Inspector Campbell has ordered

that we're not allowed to assemble
in groups of more than three people.

So, to comply with the law, please now
clump together in groups of three.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Do you hear that, boys?

The same whistles they used to blow
to send us over the top

they now blow to try and break us up.

So before the Specials get in,

raise your hands
all those who want to strike.

[ALL CHEERING]

Now disperse.

Disperse and take the message home.

United, we will never be defeated.

MAN: Yes! Yes!

[MEN CLAMORING]

JOHN: Tommy. Oi, Tommy.

What the hell's being happening?

The police have just raided
a rally at the factory.

We're thinking Freddie Thorne's back.

I know he is, and he's with Ada.

How hard can it be to find
the only girl in Birmingham

with four-inch heels, eh?

She's with the commies.

They have little rat holes
all over the city.

Just wanna know where she is.

Tommy, you'd best have a word
with Arthur as well.

What's wrong with bloody Arthur?

He's got the Flanders blues again.

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

Is it true your Ada got married?

I say, "I don't know."

"Where is she living then?"

"I don't know."

"Arthur,"

"who killed the Paddy
from The Black Swan?"

I go, "What Paddy?"

They say,

"Is it you Peaky Blinders"

"who stole the guns"

"from the BSA?"

What guns, Tommy?

Arthur, after your beating,
I thought you needed a break.

[SHOUTING] What bloody guns, Tommy?

Arthur, I was gonna tell you.

You were gonna tell me?

Arthur, listen to me.

You've had a hard time these past
few years. God knows you have.

You deserve some rest.

We had some luck.

Some bloody luck.

It fell off a wagon into our laps.

And all you need to know is,

it's us that has the machine guns now.

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

All right?

Come on.

I have a surprise for you.

Come on.

ARTHUR: Surprise.

Where is she?

What is it you've always wanted, Arthur?

Eh?

When we were in France, you used to say,

"When I go back to England,
I want to own my own pub."

Well.

Now you've gone soft.

You've gone soft, Tommy.

How do we know it's for sale?

Everything is for sale to us, Arthur.

We're making a lot of money these days.

We need a legitimate business

to pass the money from the shop.

I wouldn't know what to do.

You spent two-thirds of your life
in pubs, just pour it.

Instead of drinking it.

But I can still drink it though, right?

Your pub, you do what you want.

Ah. Sorry, gentlemen.

Didn't hear you come in.

What can I get you?

MOSS: Bloody kids.

Think the other one's punctured as well.

Mr. Campbell wants an explanation.

Today,

some rebel-rousing union man
brought the BSA out on strike.

Freddie Thorne.

I thought you promised
he wouldn't come back.

I know he's in town.

I'm dealing with it.

Mr. Campbell thought that
you controlled these territories.

Yeah.

I said I'm dealing with it.

I heard that, er,

Freddie married your sister.

Some family you've got, eh?

Bet you can't wait for Christmas.

Deliver Freddie Thorne to us,

or we'll take your sister in
as an accomplice.

She'll get four years for sedition.

Or you can turn him in.

And your sister goes free.

I'll say goodnight then, Tom.

[PANTING]

ADA: Have you seen Freddie Thorne?

-No.
-Or Tommy? [GROANS]

-ADA: We have to find Freddie.
-Drink this first.

No, we have to find them.
I think they're gonna kill each other.

Wait. Who's going to kill who?

We need to talk.

What exactly is it
that you want, Freddie?

I came to tell you.

That's not gonna work, Tommy.

Polly came round.

She gave me that.

Well,

Polly must've had a rush of blood.

Or port wine.

Your honesty is appreciated. Now,
if you're not gonna use that thing...

I'm not finished!

Sit down.

Sit down. Sit!

Talk to me about the guns.

Do you remember we used to jump
in here and see who could swim across...

I'm here to talk business, Tommy.

Do you reckon we could still do it?

[GRUNTING]

[BOTH PANTING]

You loaded Ada with your bastard

because she's a Shelby.

You thought it'd mean you'd be somebody.

I won't let you fuck up my sister's life
for your cause.

My God,

you actually believe that?

I love her, Tommy.

I've loved her since she was nine
and I was twelve.

She loves me the same.

Do you even know the word?

This marriage will not stand.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Shh.

[SIGHS]

Freddie

didn't want your money.

And now the coppers are saying that
if we don't turn Freddie in,

they'll put Ada
on the arrest warrant as well.

That's where your compassion
gets you, Pol.

From now on, we do it my way.

Or what?

[SIGHS]

[PANTING]

[EXHALES]

Freddie?

TOMMY: Are you getting closer?

DANNY: I'll lead.

FREDDIE: Watch yourself, Danny.
DANNY: Tommy.

[METAL CREAKS]

[LAMP RATTLES]

TOMMY: Be careful, Danny.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[TAPPING]

[WHISPERING IN GERMAN]

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY IN GERMAN]

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY IN GERMAN]

MAN: Shh, shh.

-[GRUNTS]
-[SCREAMS]

-[SHOUTING] Tommy!
-[GUN SHOT]

-[SCREAMING]
-[STRAINING]

[SCREAMING]

-MAN: Tommy!
-[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

-[PANTING]
-DANNY: Tommy.

-Tommy. Tommy.
-[KEYS JANGLING]

[SIGHS]

It's open.

Private Whizz-Bang reporting, sir.

[CHUCKLES] At ease.

So, what news from London?

I was in a pub.

It was called The Mother Red Cap.
An Irish pub.

I got talking to
some old bloke about Birmingham.

He said there's been trouble.

An IRA man shot.

He said a lot, but the only bit I heard

was that their high command think
it's the Peaky Blinders who shot him.

I came up on the next boat to warn you.

Is it true?

No.

-But lies travel faster than the truth.
-Hmm.

Get a message to them.

Tell 'em to send someone to parlay.

Tell 'em there's been a misunderstanding
and we don't want any trouble.

You've got enough trouble, right, Tommy?

The whisky and the smoke.

I can smell it in the air.

[SIGHS]

Use it sometimes myself.

-Call it my sweetheart.
-[CHUCKLES]

They gave us the worst job, Tommy.

Yeah... [HUFFS]

And we fucking volunteered.

[CHUCKLING]

Sometimes it lasts all night.

And I lie here

and I listen to the shovels...

And the picks

against that wall there.

And I pray the sun will come up with
the curtains before they break through.

TOMMY: No, I don't pray.

I hope.

-But sometimes it happens.
-[DIGGING]

The sun beats them.

But mostly...

[DIGGING]

The shovels beat the sun.

[DIGGING CONTINUES]

[CRUMBLING]

[SIGHS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Your sister was here.

[SIGHS]

GRACE: She was worried
you and Freddie...

It had made her sick.

She's all right,
but in her condition she needs peace.

Women talk.

That is something they do.

She talked about you.

She said you keep everything locked up.

Well...

That's what men do.

Your sister's nice. I like her.

Can't be easy for her.

Her brother and her husband
fighting over the same thing.

Men should talk too.

To you?

Why not?

I'm a barmaid. It's my job.

Men always tell their troubles
to a barmaid.

What is it you and Freddie
are fighting over?

[SIGHS]

I'll meet you here at 9:00
tomorrow morning.

Did you buy a dress?

Yes, I bought a dress.

How does it look?

[TRAIN CHUGGING]

CHARLIE: He's changed the oil
and greased her up.

So will it get me all the way
to Cheltenham, Curly?

He's good with motors but it pains him.

No heart in motor cars.
I can't talk to them.

Yeah... Tommy might need
to make a fast getaway.

The Lees will be all over the track.

And Kimber's men.

And his coppers, they control the law
down there, Tommy.

Give 'er a turn for me, Charlie.

[ENGINE STARTING]

This car only seats four.

You'll need more men than that
if you're to come back alive.

But it's just me and the girl.

Is it just the two of us
going to the races?

Something like that.

Attention!

-ARTHUR: Right.
-[THUDDING]

This is what's known as your final
briefing before going over the top.

Sixty miles down that road
is Cheltenham race track.

Johnny, what's our mission, boy?

To stick it to the Lee family, Arthur!

That's right.

The Lees are skimming money
off legal bookies,

running chalk, selling rafflers.

And beating up them as won't buy.

But, today...

-We're gonna stop them.
-What about Kimber's men?

Thought he had his own protection.

Kimber's let his troops go rotten.

They're on the take from the Lees
to look the other way.

We're gonna show Kimber
how it should be done.

Now take what you're good at.

Those of you with guns,
keep them out of it

unless a gun is pulled on you.
We want this done quietly.

MAN: So when do we share out the cash?

We don't. We're not keeping the cash.

You're in Tommy's army now, boys.

Trust only kin.

Let's go.

[THUDDING]

[ENGINE WHIRRING]

[TRACK ANNOUNCER TALKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKER]

MAN 1: What stable's he?
MAN 2: Number seven, isn't it?

Are you sure we're allowed in here?

Well, I prefer to come to the races
the back way.

Keeps me out of trouble.

Tracks are lawless places.

Can't stand petty criminals. This way.

Will we get to lay a bet?

Nah. Gambling's for mugs.

This way.

You're lucky you're with me

or you'd be wasting your money
on fixed races.

I always wondered,
how do you fix a race?

How should I know?

-Okay. You do the talking.
-What?

Tell security you are Lady Sarah...

TOMMY: Excuse us. Excuse us.

Lady Sarah Duggan of Connemara.

You got lost when you went
to look for the boy riding your horse.

Uh, Dandy Flower. If they ask about me,
say that I'm Prussian.

Don't speak a word of English.

Come on, posh girl.
Earn your three quid.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

I still prefer The Garrison.

Do you dance?

If I am asked properly.

Lady Sarah of Connemara,

will you dance with me?

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Roberts, the Peaky Blinders are here.

Told you, Mr. Kimber.

He's got some balls, that one.

And she's got some body, that one.

-[GROANS]
-Chalk. For your blackboard.

Five pound a stick.

It's a pleasure doing business with you.

[GROANING]

Hello, Reg. How's business?

[GROANING]

[BANGING]

-Fucker, get up!
-[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

Stay still, Reg, or I'll take
the whole ear off.

And you're gonna need
your ears to listen.

No more chalking on Billy Kimber's boys.

-Right?
-[PANTING]

We're the protection now.

I commandeer this stolen money,

by order of the Peaky Blinders.

[GROANS]

[SPITS]

[TRACK ANNOUNCER TALKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKER]

[PANTING]

Either your left leg is stronger
than your right

or we're making a getaway.

MAN: Hey!
TOMMY: Neither.

GRACE: I hope this doesn't involve
razor blades.

I've decided to move up in the world.

Become a legitimate businessman.

My gosh, you're serious.

I'm always serious.

We chased the Lees across the track

right the way down the Devon Road.

We got every penny back.

[PANTING] Nice dress.

You can wear that in my pub.

Buy the boys a drink. Anyone hurt?

Ah... A few cuts and bruises.

Off we go, Lady Sarah.

Steady on.

TOMMY: Excuse me.
MAN: Cheers.

[COINS CLINKING]

TOMMY: Your money, Mr. Kimber.

Rescued from the Lee brothers

and returned to you
with a request for a fair hearing.

Your own protection is failing,
Mr. Kimber.

Your boys are taking cuts.

I want to suggest that from now on,

you contract out your racetrack security
to the Peaky Blinders.

We'd be saving you
a lot of money, Mr. Kimber.

Lot of money.

-In return, you give us...
-[MATCH STRIKING]

Five percent of the take

and three legal betting pitches

at every race meeting
north of the River Severn.

Rising to six after one year
if we're all satisfied with the service.

What do you say, Mr. Kimber?

I say you talk business
to my accountant.

I want a dance.

Your man said it was all right
for me to have this dance.

How many men can you put
in the field at one time?

TOMMY: There's a lot of men
out of work at the moment.

Two guards for every bookie.

ROBERTS: At every meeting.

We have contacts with good people
among the gypsies.

[CLEARING THROAT] We'll always know
when the Lees plan to attack.

With all the strikes and troubles,

can't really depend on the police.

Anyway, we're more honest.

Looks like you two are making a deal.

We are making progress.

Then let me throw
a small condition into the mix.

So, listen, uh...

We're gonna go for dinner
at Kimber's house.

He has a place a couple of miles away.

I have some business to settle first
with his accountant, so...

You go on ahead with Kimber.

Just me and him?

Yeah. Till I'm done here.

Is that all right?

Look, I'll throw in an extra three quid
for your extra time.

You think I'm a whore.

[SIGHS]

Everyone's a whore, Grace.

We just sell different parts
of ourselves.

You said you wanted to work for me.

To do that you have to sharpen up.

The deal is, I'll give him
two hours with you.

He thinks he's a ladies' man.

He thinks he can seduce you.

Whenever you want,
just kick him in the balls.

I'm a clause in a contract.

If you wanna be part of my organization,
you have to make sacrifices.

Do we have a deal? As a sweetener,
you can try your luck with mine.

Yeah, we have a deal.

-Two hours?
-Yeah.

Side bet, 10 pounds says
I'll have her fucked in one.

KIMBER: Mademoiselle.

I bet he said you could have me,
didn't he?

While he has her.

That's the arrangement, isn't it?

Yours might be a prostitute,
but I'm not.

I was a milliner when I met him.

I was independent.

I made this hat.

I was a good milliner.

It's a very pretty hat.

Really is.

So is she a prostitute?

[SIGHING] God's honest truth,

I don't know what she is.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

You showed me up
back there at the races.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Why don't you teach me
how to dance properly?

The music's too slow.
Put on a Charleston.

Well, then we'd be far away.
I want to dance like this.

Come on, you weren't so stiff
back there, were you? Hmm?

You ever been in a house this big?

Hmm?

Mmm. Look at you.

You look like a bloody film star.

[GASPS]

I want a cigarette.

-[GLASS SHATTERING]
-Oh, look, I've dropped something.

Pick it up.

-Pick it up yourself.
-You're a fucking barmaid.

If I drop a glass on the floor,
you pick it up.

I want to watch you pick it up.

-[GLASS CRUNCHING]
-Right, you little slag.

-I tried to be nice. Yeah?
-[GROANS]

If I drop a glass on the floor,

you bend over and fucking pick up
the fucking glass.

-Okay? [SHOUTING] What?
-No, sir. No.

KIMBER: What are you doing here?

-I've got another hour.
-TOMMY: Just wait.

Listen to me. Just listen to me.

I was going to let you go through
with this but, in the end,

my conscience got the better of me.
She looks good on the outside,

but she has the clap.

TOMMY: Yeah. Syphilis.

When you took a shine to her,
I thought I'd use her.

Someone told me she had the syph,
I thought, "What the hell?"

Call it my better nature.

She's, uh, she's a whore.

-Well, just go and wait in the car.
-I can walk on my own.

Can we shake hands
and forget this ever happened?

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[GATE CREAKING]

Start of the day,
I was Lady Sarah of Connemara.

By the end, I was a whore with the clap.

You're a fucking bastard,
offering me like that.

But then you change your mind.

Why did you change your mind, Thomas?

[THEME SONG PLAYING]

♪ 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... ♪