All language subtitles for 2e1

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

Finish your business
here and join me.

TOMMY: "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."

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

and give him peace. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

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

- (BABY CRYING)
- Pestilence took him.

Come here. (SHUSHING)

But Freddie passed
on his soul and his spirit

to a new generation

- before he was cruelly taken.
- (BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

We thought, now Freddie's gone,

- you might come back to Birmingham.
- (CHUCKLES)

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?

(CLEARS THROAT)

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 any more.

And I'm not a
Thorne now, either.

I'm free.

I've got to get Karl home.

- (SIGHS)
- I told you.

Let me do it.

It's all right.

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

POLLY: "Till the danger passes"?

That'll be the bloody day.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

Go on, move away, go on.

It happened at, uh,
exactly 7:00 a.m.

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. (CLEARS THROAT)

It's just been fitted.

Er, madam, the structure's
not yet declared safe.

- (DEBRIS CRUNCHES)
- Madam!

This is all over the place.

Confetti.

You can go.

Right.

Who?

Who did this to us?

Whisky. Irish.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Finn! Get in here.

Finn! Hold the phone. Come here.

- Take the odds.
- Yeah, sure.

(CHATTERING)

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.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- 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 Cherrywood
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!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- (MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
- (METAL CLANGING)

I need the area round
the co-operative stables

clear of coppers between
midnight and 4:00 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.

He's, uh, just passing
through, he says.

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.

(METAL BANGING)

MAN: I demand to
speak to a representative!

(YELLING) A representative
of His Majesty the King!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

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.

MAN: Now, wait!
Where are you going?

(LOCKING DOOR)

Does someone here have
business with the King?

Major Campbell.

- (SHOUTING CONTINUES)
- 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.

(SCOFFS) 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,

there would be a
last-minute pardon,

which has not materialized.

Forgive me, Governor,

but what business
is this of mine?

He says the man who hired him

was an Intelligence
Service Chief of Staff,

an Ulsterman.

Carries a cane with
a wolf-head handle,

a bullet wound in his right leg.

No.

Still no bells. Governor,

you have a very clear remit.

Part of that remit is to
oversee the smooth completion

of executions
sanctioned by the Crown.

And in the next four
minutes, it is your duty

to escort that man
to the gates of hell.

Is that clear?

And if you should
ever have the desire

to discuss this matter
with anyone else,

I know where you live.

Arthur, Tommy's
called a family meeting.

Arthur!

He just beat the shit
out of an apprentice.

I had to take half the
kid away in buckets.

Arthur.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Two thousand.

Come on.

Sit down, Finn.

- Where the bloody hell is Tommy?
- He's on his way.

All right then, while
we're waiting patiently...

Whisky,

left over from the explosion.

It's good stuff, as well.

Right.

Before Tommy gets here,

I think there's a few things
we need to get straight

between the rest of us.

You think?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do. I want to know

when did we all take a vote
on this expansion south?

You have anything to say,

you wait for Thomas.

Polly's fucking right.

I see all the books.

Legal and off track.

Sort of stuff you don't see.

And in the past year,

the Shelby Company Limited

has been making £150

a day.

Right? A fucking day!

Sometimes more.

So what I want to know

is why are we changing things?

Polly, look what's
happened already.

We haven't even
set foot in London yet

and they've already
blown up our fucking pub.

- Who said anything about cockneys?
- Who else?

Do you know who did it, do you?

No, she doesn't know
who did it. (DOOR OPENS)

I'm told only family
are allowed to speak.

Everyone's allowed to speak.

On your feet, Esme,

let's hear what you have to say.

(CLEARING THROAT)

I speak for our household.

- So...
- John,

this company is a
modern enterprise

and believes in equal
rights for women.

On your feet, Esme.

I'm not a blood
member of this family,

but perhaps, indeed,
because I'm not a member,

I can see things
in a different light.

So I'll get to my point.

That would be nice.

As my husband said,

Shelby Company Limited
is now very successful.

- (MATCH STRIKES)
- But London...

I have kin in Shepherd's
Bush and Portobello.

It's more like wars
between armies down there.

And the coppers fight
side-by-side with them.

And there are foreigners
of every description,

and the use of
bombs is the least of it.

I have a child,

blessed with the
Shelby family good looks.

I want John to see him grow up.

I want us to someday live
somewhere with fresh air and trees

and keep chickens or something.

But London is just smoke
and trouble, Thomas.

Thomas?

That's all I have to say.

That was a lot of
words, a lot of words.

Wash them down
with a nice drink.

Thank you, Esme.

Firstly, the bang in the pub
had nothing to do with London.

Understood?

The bang is something
I'm dealing with on my own.

Secondly,

we've nothing to fear from the
proposed business expansion

so long as we stick together.

And after the first few weeks,

nine tenths of what we
do in London will be legal.

The other tenth
is in good hands.

Isn't that right, Arthur?

That's right.

TOMMY: Now, some of you in this
room have expressed your reservations.

Fair enough.

Any of you who want no part
in the future of this company,

walk out the door.

Right now.

Go raise your chickens.

For those of you with ambition,

the expansion process
begins tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I'm company treasurer.
You should speak to me first.

It's Newmarket tomorrow,
third busiest day of the year.

We have 18 staff.

Who you trust with
200 quid takings?

Oh, I changed the combination.

- (SIGHS)
- So what's going on, Thomas?

Who'd you meet
at the Black Lion?

Give me the combination, Polly.

(PENCIL SCRIBBLING)

(BANGS TABLE)

Polly, give me the combination.

What happened to the
pub is Irish business.

We're in a situation
where, for everyone's safety,

it's best if some things
remain undisclosed.

So why tomorrow?

Like you say,
tomorrow's Newmarket.

All the London bosses
will be at the races.

What, so you just roll
up and take the city?

No, we take the
opportunity to show our hand.

The Italian gangs
and the Jewish gangs

have been at war in
London for six months.

It's not our war.

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

- Yeah, but we don't.
- We need a foothold

at the southern end
of the Grand Union.

The Jews control Camden Town.

Your mother said,

"It's his cleverness
that'll kill him."

No one gets killed, Polly.

We go down
tomorrow when it's quiet

and we leave our message.

If Alfie Solomon and his
Camden boys come to us,

we'll negotiate the use of a
secure bonded warehouse

and then our legal activities
in London can begin.

Now please, open
the fucking safe.

Do you know, it was a fine
speech you made in there,

about this company believing
in equal rights for women.

But when it comes to it,

you don't listen
to a word we say.

Maybe you don't trust us.

She was one woman, Thomas.

Well, maybe it's time
you forgot about her.

Forgot about who?

(SIGHS)

(UNLOCKING THE SAFE)

You and the boys, go
and get yourselves killed.

(COINS RATTLING)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(GRUNTING)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Are you going to London now?

No, there's something
I have to do first.

Oh, I've got a
typewriter like that.

I got it out of a catalogue.

I'm doing a
correspondence course.

I'm learning to do
it with my eyes shut.

It's a test you have to do.

Will you come
back before you go?

No.

I wish, just once,
you wouldn't pay me,

as if we were ordinary people.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Let's begin.

Hands on the table.

Tonight we have two
new pilgrims joining us.

So, let's welcome them.

Starting with you.

Who is it that you're
seeking to reach?

My husband.

He was taken six months
ago by the influenza.

I tried to reach him through
Mrs. Breach at Sparkhill,

but she kept getting
his middle name wrong.

MEDIUM: Don't talk about
Mrs. Breach in this house.

She's an unsanctified charlatan.

And you?

Who do you seek?

Well, truth...

Sorry, truth is, I'm not
even sure she's dead.

So I came here to find out.

Er...

You see, my son and my daughter

were taken from me
when they were very small.

Taken by the parish authorities

and I never knew
what happened to them.

But lately,

I've had a feeling.

Like, a feeling...

I can't put it into words.

And I keep having a dream.

I see a pretty girl,

about 18 years old.

She's standing across the street

and she tells me
she's passed over.

Now, my daughter would
have been 18 this year.

On May 15th.

And this girl has
dark eyes like mine.

And she shouts and shouts.

And she tells me she
wants to talk to me

because I'm her mother.

Now, I don't even know
what name they gave her

after they stole her from me.

But if she does
want to say goodbye,

I thought this
would be the place.

You're wearing
the Black Madonna.

You're gypsy?

The part of me that
dreams is gypsy.

(SPEAKING ROMANI)

My maiden name is Shelby.

So,

perhaps you could do me first.

No!

(YELLS)

No!

(SCREAMING) No!

(CRYING)

(WHIMPERING) No.

(CLANKING)

Eamonn Duggan?

ARTHUR: All right, Tommy's here.

JOHN: Hang on!

- John!
- I'm coming!

7:00, 12:00,

10 if I'm still sober.

I got it from the doctor.

Keeps me nice and calm.

Same thing they
gave us in the trenches

to stop us fucking wanking.

Polly said it's
good for me temper.

- It slows me down, Tom.
- Arthur,

there are some things
Polly doesn't understand.

- I need you fast. Not slow, eh?
- (DOOR OPENS)

JOHN: She wouldn't
let go of my fucking leg.

I bet that's not all
she wouldn't let go of.

- TOMMY: Right.
- You know she's against this, Tom.

She's got opinions.

Nothing wrong with
opinions, John. Come on.

- Get in the fucking car!
- Shut up.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(SHOUTS) Right!

The Peaky Blinders are
going on fucking holiday!

Sit down, you mad
bastard. (LAUGHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're against this the
same as me, aren't you?

Look out for anyone putting
big money on Divine Star

in the 3:30 at Newmarket.

She's one of ours.

Anything over a pound, tell me.

Polly,

I don't wish to pry
into your business,

but you should know something.

That woman is a trickster.

What woman?

Her sister was in
the washhouse early,

boasting there'd been
a Shelby at the table.

What woman?

Gypsies talk to each other.

What woman?

You went to see Mrs.
Price in the Patch last night.

I'm sorry.

So what do you know?

I know they push the glass.

The man, it's her cousin.
He pushes the glass.

It's a trick.

They tell you what
you already believe.

She set up after the war
because of all the widows.

Polly, I just thought
you should know.

And in this fucking washhouse,

did they tell you
why I went there?

You tell a soul in this family,

and I swear I will cut you.

I don't need a knife to stop me
telling secrets given in confidence.

It is a matter of honor.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

ARTHUR: Look at this! Look.

- I love it.
- (URINATING)

Your Esme was
right about one thing,

you can't beat the countryside.

You know, I think I want to
live in the country one day

and keep chickens.

Yeah, we'll see you
in London, Arthur.

- Oh, for fuck's sake!
- Take this.

We need to bury him.

JOHN: Who the fuck is that?

It's Irish business.

I thought it best if I
deal with it on my own.

Come on, we did a
thousand of these in France.

John, grab his head.

So, we're not really
going to London?

Once we bury him,

then the holiday begins.

(GIGGLING)

(HORN HONKS)

Much obliged.

(BAND PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

It's a fucking freak show.

(WOMEN PANTING)

(LOUD JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

What the fuck is that racket?

TOMMY: This is what they
call music these days, brother.

Music?

(SNIFFING)

Oi!

Oi! Put it away.

Fuck off!

Fucking look at this spot, eh?

It's all right, isn't it?

Irish whisky, a bottle.

And hurry up!

Fucking hell,

I recognize a few of these lads.

That's Sabini's
cousin, over there.

TOMMY: That's right,
Arthur, it's Sabini's club.

Jesus Christ, everybody
in here's a fucking face.

Just the lieutenants,
John. No sign of the officers.

Right, let's line them up.

Holiday!

Gentlemen, there's
been a mistake.

I'm afraid you're
going to have to leave.

We just bought a fucking bottle.

Some of the men
here recognize you

from the racetracks
in the north.

Yeah, we get that a lot.

They say you have no
business coming south of the line

without prior agreement.

And what line would
that be, my friend?

They say this is provocation.

Right, well, you tell
them we're on holiday.

You're breaking the rules.

They say you are
the Peaky Blinders.

MAN: (SHOUTS) Peaky scum!

(BAND CONTINUES PLAYING)

- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- (MEN GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING) Who the fuck's next?

Come here!

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SHRIEK)

Put some ice on 'em!

Get out.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Are you going to use that?

Didn't think so.

We came here not
to make enemies.

No.

We came here to
make new friends!

- (THUD)
- (GRUNT)

Those of you who are last

will soon be first.

And those of you
who are downtrodden

will rise up.

Yup.

You know where to find us.

ARTHUR: I think
I've lost a tooth.

I'll have none left
at this rate! (SPITS)

Some fucking holiday this is.

Yeah? You all right without
your fucking medicine, Arthur?

- Here, this'll fix you.
- Give me that!

- You, John boy, eh? How are you?
- (YELLS)

- Or should I ask your fucking wife?
- Oh, give over!

No more talk of
chickens, do you hear me?

- (LAUGHING)
- Fuck the chickens.

I've 50 quid in me pocket.

Let's paint the town, eh?

(JOHN CHEERS)

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- MAN: Come.

- Oh, dear God!
- Good Lord, I assumed

it was Betty with tea.

Forgive me, sir, but your
secretary was not at the desk.

No, because she takes
lunch, like normal people.

And you can turn around,

this lady is a
professional life model.

She does this for a living.

I... I'm more than happy
to come back later, sir.

No, no, no. Later on I'm
in the House. Just, erm,

keep your back
turned, if you must.

Yes, sir.

I would guess you haven't been
exposed to Bohemian society, Major?

Well, I... I... I play
cards on occasion.

You're a stranger to cocaine and
exotic dancing, too, I would imagine.

I find the more obvious
vices the easiest to resist.

It's the sneaky
little obscure ones

that bring you to
your knees, yes?

So what business is so
urgent it trumps lunch?

Well, sir, our man in Birmingham

has passed his first
test with flying colors.

Oh, I'm horrible at faces.

So I think we can
begin to prepare him for

the bigger task.

Expressions elude
me, I think too much.

Sir?

I need your authority

to proceed with all urgency

in preparing the new
man for the bigger task.

You're talking about
your bookmaker.

Yes, sir.

You have a history
with this man.

Why did you choose him?

Well, to apply pressure on
a man for this type of work,

you have to know his weaknesses,

and I know this man's
weaknesses intimately.

And after "mission
accomplished",

do we trust him to
keep his mouth shut?

Absolutely not, sir.

So when he's served his purpose,

he will be consigned to history

in exactly the same
way as his predecessor.

You mean at the end of a rope?

Well, the end of the rope
has been this man's destiny

since the night he was born.

(DOOR OPENS)

You're early.

Shut your eyes, Lizzie.

What?

Shut your eyes. Go
on, shut your eyes.

Good. Now, come with me.

No, shut your eyes!

- (CHUCKLES)
- This way.

What are you doing, Tom?

You've got to sit
down here. Right.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Sit down. Now, okay...

- Type this.
- Why?

Lizzie, type this.

"If wi..." Put your
cigarette out.

Right. "If winter comes..."

(KEYS CLACKING)

"then can spring be far behind?"

(CHUCKLING) Why?
Did you say spring?

Lizzie, what comes after winter?

(KEYS CLACKING)

Let's see.

That's a question.
Where's the question mark?

Put in the question mark.

Now type this.

"Wanted, secretary for
expanding business."

Slow down!

"Must be able to take
dictation and touch type.

"Five days a week.

"Uh, eight pounds and
four shillings a month.

"Must be able to
start immediately."

Are you serious?

Things are starting
to happen, Lizzie.

I need someone who can
look the other way sometimes.

And you can stop the
other work too, Lizzie.

All of it this time.

No exceptions.

8:00, Monday morning,
the upstairs office.

Don't be late.

(DOOR OPENS)

Newmarket was profitable.

Arthur told me how
you left your message.

And when I asked him
where his medicine was,

he said you poured it away.

All I poured away was
opium and bromide.

Oh, that's how it
works in London, isn't it?

Every boss has to have
a mad dog at his side.

Yeah, somebody
who can't be predicted,

somebody mad in the head.

But Thomas Shelby
uses his own brother.

Stop fucking fighting me!

Somebody has to.

That arrived an hour ago.

There's no name on it, but it
comes from Camden Town.

I was going to burn it.

I should have.

Well done, Tommy,
you've picked a side.

Now you're at war with Sabini.

Ada, are you coming for a drink?

No, the woman upstairs
is looking after Karl.

She goes mad if I'm late.

- Ada Shelby?
- No.

(GRUNTING)

Your brother broke the rules.

I don't have a fucking brother.

Me and my friends here
need a bit of female company.

- Let's go for a drive.
- No!

- Hold her steady, boys.
- Don't! Get off!

(YELLS)

- Fucking hold him!
- (TOMMY GRUNTING)

(TOMMY GROANS)

Tommy Shelby, I
missed you at my club.

I was at the races.

Sabini.

Don't say my name.

Jesus!

Franco,

take my name out of his mouth.

(TOMMY GROANS AND GURGLES)

While you're in there,
do a bit of digging for gold.

Pay for the petrol.

(MOANS)

(SPLUTTERS)

(RETCHING)

You see how much
I know about you?

I even know what's
in your fucking mouth.

Look at me. Look at me!

Look at me.

You take up with the Jews.

Yeah, you think that's
what London's all about.

You can just come
down, pick a side.

You fucking clown!

Now your life is over.

My face is the last thing
you'll ever see on earth.

Your mistake.

You remember that
when you get to hell.

Finish him off.

(GUNSHOTS AND SHOUTING)

- (WHISTLES BLOW)
- You! Get back here!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- (METAL BANGING)

CAMPBELL: I suppose we
should see if the bastard's still alive.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)