Peaky Blinders (2013) s01e05 Episode Script
Episode 5
They will keep asking me questions I don't know the answer to It's us that have 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? You went after him because he was IRA.
I followed him because I thought he might have information.
The difficulty with undercover work, Grace, is to remember what you are.
Your sister's in there giving birth.
There's one man who should be here.
You are right, Poll.
On my oath.
Tell Freddie it's safe.
Welcome to the world, son.
Freddie.
Pol! The police came and took his father away.
You liar! "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds d Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks d Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom d As it shifts and cracks d Where secrets lie in the border fires d In the humming wires d Hey, man, you know you're never coming back d Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks d On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man d In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.
d Open up, love.
I brought more things for you and the baby.
I've got some fresh eggs and bread I'll leave it here.
Ada, think of the little one.
Babies don't have principles.
Did you speak to her? She didn't speak back.
Well, did you tell her? I'll only tell her what I know to be true.
It's the last time I am going to say this.
It wasn't me who shopped Freddie Thorne.
Tommy I'd ask you to swear on the Bible, but you can't swear on that, can you? Nothing you hold is sacred.
There's tea.
The new system .
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everything in the diary, eh? Mm-hm.
A black star? What does that mean? The black star day .
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is the day we take out Billy Kimber and his men.
No-one knows this! Not even your family? Grace .
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everyone in my family hates me.
Why would I tell them? He's off the bloody rails, is what he is.
If he'll turn nose on his best mate Bloody neighbours, John.
Snitch behind the curtain.
If you think that, you're the only one who does.
Look at this, look.
Bloody raking it in.
Who's running this carny? Name of Marston.
Intends on wintering in Smallheath with this ring.
Does he! Ain't he heard nobody in Smallheath craps in a pot without the decree of Tommy Almighty? Mr Marston, I believe? The ringmaster? Proud I am to say so.
Yes, well, these here are civilised parts.
Man wants to set his stall up with fellas lamping each other, he needs himself a licence.
A licence.
For a fee.
From those in charge.
I'll tell you what.
How about I keep my money, and you shove a licence up your arsecrack? You don't want to speak to me like that.
And who the bloody hell do you think you are? My name is Arthur Shelby.
Dad? Jesus.
Thank you.
You are a good boy.
Bless you, Father, for these bounties we are about to receive Jesus Christ Please, woman .
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not in vain.
Finish your sandwich and sling your hook.
Pollyanna.
I'm the guest of the head of this family, so why don't you tend to your mangle or your scuttle? The head of the family ain't here.
Tommyhe sometimes helps me with business.
Ah.
Well.
Speak of the devil.
How are you, son? Get out.
Come on, son.
I'm a changed man.
This family needed you ten years ago when you walked out on it.
Not now.
Get out of this house.
Tommy, he's different You shut up.
It's all right, son.
Arthur Shelby never stays where he is not welcome.
Quite something you've become.
Bye, son.
He's our dad.
He's a selfish bastard.
You calling someone a selfish bastard? That's a bit rich, Tommy.
I mean, thanks to you .
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we're already down a bloody sister.
If you want to see him, Arthur You want to see him? You can go with him.
Grace I am 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 some things in the books that I don't understand.
Likewise.
Every week we pay one pound and ten shillings by postal order to a "Daniel Owen" in London.
Danny Whizz Bang, hangs round the pubs in Camden Town Wharf for us.
He 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 is buried in his grave? Now look, Grace, if you know what's good for you, you don't ask questions about things that don't concern you.
Never.
Right! And that's for you.
And don't tell Tommy I took this.
The boy needs a hiding, if you ask me.
Yeah, well, Aunt Polly's close to giving him one.
John and Ada too, it sounds like.
John moans on bloody principle - but if you saw his Mrs You have a girl yourself, son? P'raps when it suits Tommy, eh? Yeah, well .
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he's been different, you know, since the war.
Yeah, well the war can change a man.
Speaking for myself, anyway.
Where did you fight, Dad? All over, son, all over.
Yeah, all over.
Then the salvation of Jesus Christ spread his light over me, and, as a pilgrim, I come to visit the 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 Show me.
It's all there.
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 the 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? 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.
Slange.
Slange.
On your feet, soldier! On your feet.
Dad, I don't want to fight you, Dad.
Come on, boy! I'm old enough to be thy father.
Hit him! Hit him! That's it! Hit him! On your feet.
Get up.
All right! That's it! Is that all you've got, boy? Get up.
This here is Arthur Shelby Junior! My son.
I love him, and I'm proud of him, and he can fight any one of yous in here.
You did good, son.
You did good.
I love you, Dad.
I love you.
Mr Shelby? Who's asking? My name is Byrne.
I had word from your man in Camden Town that you wanted to parley.
Then parley it is.
A 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.
I heard He was a man with a quick mouth.
I know that.
I wondered if he had made any enemies in here.
None that I know of.
It's not the kind of place to make enemies.
All are welcome here, Mr Byrne Including Irish? Especially Irish.
Ryan told you he was a member of the Irish Republican Army.
Was he still welcome? Like I say, any man that buys beer is welcome.
Perhaps you didn't believe him.
In pubs sometimes people say things and sometimes it's the whisky talking.
It's hard to tell which is which.
As a teetotal man I find it amusing.
Except when it ends in tragedy.
Would you like some cordial and water, Mr Byrne? You see, Mr Shelby, Ryan, for all his quick mouth, was indeed connected.
Very well connectedto our brotherhood.
By membership and blood.
He was my cousin.
I am from South Armagh.
I am a man of influence there.
Cordial and water would be grand, Mr Shelby.
Grace.
Bring some water and cordial to the snug.
Yes, Mr Shelby.
My cousin came to buy guns.
And I told him I had none.
Your man Danny Owen talks a lot when he's drunk.
He says the Peaky Blinders do have the guns.
Robbed from the factory down the road.
He boasts about a stack of Lewis machine guns.
And enough belts of ammunition to hold up God's trousers.
Yep.
That sounds like our Danny.
He has an imagination.
Like I said, sometimes it's the whisky that does the talking.
He says only the brothers know where the guns are kept.
Well, Danny also says he sees German infantrymen on the backs of milk carts.
And he shoots them with his broomstick.
We have men in the BSA factory.
They say it's you who has them.
And we have men who 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 organization.
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 .
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but they have become a burden to me.
Perhaps it is time to unload that burden.
For the right price.
Malachi Byrne.
Brigade commander of the South Armagh IRA.
You've 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.
So, I would be solving a problem for you.
And I would be winning you that medal.
If I get a medal I will have your initials engraved on the backside.
My initials on your backside.
Now, that's quite an image.
Inspector, since we are getting along so well, can you answer me a question? Who gave you Freddie Thorne? As everyone in the city knows.
It was you, Mr Shelby.
"Ball and Biscuit" by The White Stripes Hello, son.
It's all there.
It is indeed.
We're going to build something with this, son.
Something magnificent.
When do we sail, Dad? Hungry for work, are you? Yeah.
A ship sails Friday.
Meet me at the boxing ring.
Right.
Friday.
Friday.
Leave that open.
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 Andrew's 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.
You could have given me some warning.
I just got the message myself.
They want to meet me here alone.
And barmaids don't count? No.
Barmaids don't count.
Now, you're going to be in the back room.
I am 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, you just hold it up and you just point.
Right? Right, go, go.
Go on, go.
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 going to need a shovel.
You thick fucking tinker.
Did you think we'd let you live? Make your peace, Mr Shelby.
I will make my peace my own way.
To barmaids who don't count Why did you shoot? Why did you shoot, Grace? I didn't know I had it in me like that.
So, now you've seen me.
And you've seen me .
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and I'm sorry.
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 and they were never here, who cares? Will you get the bodies out of here.
All right, are they? Are they making the lady uncomfortable? I'll leave you two love birds to it then, eh? Thank you.
I'm sorry.
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.
Sergeant Moss made a report.
Which, of course, I have burnt.
He said that when he entered the room, you were embracing.
Is that your primary concern? An embrace? Mymy concern is your welfare.
It was me who killed them.
I had no control.
You have 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 with me here has 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 am right, and the guns are found, you will 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 Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns are recovered.
Your word as a gentleman.
Will you give it? Whywould you want to save him? A residue of sympathy.
Sympathy? You mean sentiment? Yes.
In his way, he has been kind to me.
Sentiment.
Yes.
You are too good-hearted for this work.
Perhaps.
So, for my sake, will you spare him? You have my word.
A week after the robbery there was a burial at St Andrews' churchyard.
I have found out the man supposed to be buried is alive.
Arthur is quite transparent.
I learned that the funeral was attended only by the brothers.
And the grave that was dug was far deeper than your average and was lined with lead .
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to keep out the damp.
The guns are buried in that grave.
Then, tonight, we will dig up the grave.
d When my family thinks that I'm safely in my bed d Oh, from morn until night d I am stretched out at your head d Calling out unto the earth d With tears hot and wild d For the loss of a boy d That I loved as a child d Please, please go to sleep.
d So, I am stretched on your grave d And I'll lie here for ever d If your hands were in mine d I'd be sure they would not sever d My apple tree, my brightness d It's time we were together d Well done, boys! d For I smell of the earth d And I'm worn by the weather.
d All, but one gun accounted for.
Then, Sir, I resign my commission.
Good.
So, I am no longer your superior officer and you are no longer my subordinate.
And therefore .
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regulations permit me to offer you this.
I amI am 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 .
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recognition that we are like minds .
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with shared values.
Grace .
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will you marry me? Mr Campbell .
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you deserve better.
Is it him between us? Is it the beast that dug that grave? Is it him? My resignation will be with you in the morning Dad! Hullo, son.
May I ask who gave my whereabouts? Marston.
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? Howhow could you do this to us? Do what, son? All that stuff you said aboutthe Shelby Casino .
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and Atlantic City.
Well, if the truth be told, I've not been so acquainted with that promised land as I had thee believe.
You're a fucking liar and a thief.
You give me back my fucking money.
"Do not despise the thief, if he steals to "satisfy his starvation" That's in the Holy Bible, son.
And I've starved for so very long.
Fare thee well, son.
I waited for you.
I waited.
Listen to me, boy.
You are not in the prize ring now.
If you ever put your hands on me again, I'll cut your fucking throat and spread you on these tracks.
Where's your father? I'm assuming he's busy frittering the 500 you took from us and put in 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 might 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 that grave has also dug his own.
He has proved himself 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 going to be going 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 to fight me?! Go home, lad.
Before you catch yourself a spanking.
My brother in Digbeth just says the police are coming down from Deritend in numbers.
Asking for Tommy Shelby by name.
Shit.
I'm going to 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'll 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 the question again.
On your knees.
Now, understand this, barman.
I don't care if you live or die.
I don't know.
He left .
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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 Call it all off! All of it! Get in.
It's not much of a place.
It's all right.
You want tea? Tea? No.
I have rum Actually, tea it is.
You want to impress me? Yes.
And do you have a biscuit? 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 would 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? Are you OK? I don't hear the shovels against the wall.
What shovels? Will you help me? Help you with what? With everything .
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the whole fucking thing.
Fucking life .
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business.
I've found you.
And you found me.
We'll help each other.
"Time" by Tom Waits d Well, the smart money's on Harlow d And the moon is in the street d And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws d And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches d And the rain sounds like a round of applause d And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon d His invisible fiancee's in the mirror d d And the band is going home, d It's raining hammers, it's raining nails d And it's true there's nothing left for him down here.
d And it's time, time, time d And it's time, time, time d Our Father, who art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name d And they all pretend they're orphans d And their memory's like a train d You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away d And the things you can't remember d Tell the things you can't forget d That history puts a saint in every dream d Well, she said she'd stick around d d So, close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit d 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.
' d And it's time, time, time that you love d And it's time, time, time d And it's time, time, time Polly told you? Yep.
You should have 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 .
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champagne or fast cars? Or how about this? Your name on a business card.
Shelby .
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Brothers Limited.
Arthur Shelby.
Associate bookmaker.
I just had them picked up from the printers this morning.
You're one of three shareholders.
Me, you and John, and according to the law, we are equal partners and it's written on the paperwork in black and white.
A third, a third, a third.
But the thing is well, me and John quite fancy splitting your share so, just next time, use a gun, man.
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 d This garden that I built for you d That you sit in now and yearn d I will never leave it, dear d I could not bear to return d And find it all untended d With the trees all bended low d This garden is our home, dear d And I got nowhere else to go d So, bring it on d Bring it on d Every little tear d Bring it on, every useless fear d Bring it on, all your shattered dreams d And I'll scatter them into the sea d Bring it on d Get it on d Yeah, bring it on d Every little tear d And I'll make them disappear.
d
We'd pay good money.
For who do you speak? The Irish Republican Army.
What are you? Copper? You went after him because he was IRA.
I followed him because I thought he might have information.
The difficulty with undercover work, Grace, is to remember what you are.
Your sister's in there giving birth.
There's one man who should be here.
You are right, Poll.
On my oath.
Tell Freddie it's safe.
Welcome to the world, son.
Freddie.
Pol! The police came and took his father away.
You liar! "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds d Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks d Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom d As it shifts and cracks d Where secrets lie in the border fires d In the humming wires d Hey, man, you know you're never coming back d Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks d On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man d In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.
d Open up, love.
I brought more things for you and the baby.
I've got some fresh eggs and bread I'll leave it here.
Ada, think of the little one.
Babies don't have principles.
Did you speak to her? She didn't speak back.
Well, did you tell her? I'll only tell her what I know to be true.
It's the last time I am going to say this.
It wasn't me who shopped Freddie Thorne.
Tommy I'd ask you to swear on the Bible, but you can't swear on that, can you? Nothing you hold is sacred.
There's tea.
The new system .
.
everything in the diary, eh? Mm-hm.
A black star? What does that mean? The 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? He's off the bloody rails, is what he is.
If he'll turn nose on his best mate Bloody neighbours, John.
Snitch behind the curtain.
If you think that, you're the only one who does.
Look at this, look.
Bloody raking it in.
Who's running this carny? Name of Marston.
Intends on wintering in Smallheath with this ring.
Does he! Ain't he heard nobody in Smallheath craps in a pot without the decree of Tommy Almighty? Mr Marston, I believe? The ringmaster? Proud I am to say so.
Yes, well, these here are civilised parts.
Man wants to set his stall up with fellas lamping each other, he needs himself a licence.
A licence.
For a fee.
From those in charge.
I'll tell you what.
How about I keep my money, and you shove a licence up your arsecrack? You don't want to speak to me like that.
And who the bloody hell do you think you are? My name is Arthur Shelby.
Dad? Jesus.
Thank you.
You are a good boy.
Bless you, Father, for these bounties we are about to receive Jesus Christ Please, woman .
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not in vain.
Finish your sandwich and sling your hook.
Pollyanna.
I'm the guest of the head of this family, so why don't you tend to your mangle or your scuttle? The head of the family ain't here.
Tommyhe sometimes helps me with business.
Ah.
Well.
Speak of the devil.
How are you, son? Get out.
Come on, son.
I'm a changed man.
This family needed you ten years ago when you walked out on it.
Not now.
Get out of this house.
Tommy, he's different You shut up.
It's all right, son.
Arthur Shelby never stays where he is not welcome.
Quite something you've become.
Bye, son.
He's our dad.
He's a selfish bastard.
You calling someone a selfish bastard? That's a bit rich, Tommy.
I mean, thanks to you .
.
we're already down a bloody sister.
If you want to see him, Arthur You want to see him? You can go with him.
Grace I am 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 some things in the books that I don't understand.
Likewise.
Every week we pay one pound and ten shillings by postal order to a "Daniel Owen" in London.
Danny Whizz Bang, hangs round the pubs in Camden Town Wharf for us.
He 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 is buried in his grave? Now look, Grace, if you know what's good for you, you don't ask questions about things that don't concern you.
Never.
Right! And that's for you.
And don't tell Tommy I took this.
The boy needs a hiding, if you ask me.
Yeah, well, Aunt Polly's close to giving him one.
John and Ada too, it sounds like.
John moans on bloody principle - but if you saw his Mrs You have a girl yourself, son? P'raps when it suits Tommy, eh? Yeah, well .
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he's been different, you know, since the war.
Yeah, well the war can change a man.
Speaking for myself, anyway.
Where did you fight, Dad? All over, son, all over.
Yeah, all over.
Then the salvation of Jesus Christ spread his light over me, and, as a pilgrim, I come to visit the 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 Show me.
It's all there.
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 the 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? 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.
Slange.
Slange.
On your feet, soldier! On your feet.
Dad, I don't want to fight you, Dad.
Come on, boy! I'm old enough to be thy father.
Hit him! Hit him! That's it! Hit him! On your feet.
Get up.
All right! That's it! Is that all you've got, boy? Get up.
This here is Arthur Shelby Junior! My son.
I love him, and I'm proud of him, and he can fight any one of yous in here.
You did good, son.
You did good.
I love you, Dad.
I love you.
Mr Shelby? Who's asking? My name is Byrne.
I had word from your man in Camden Town that you wanted to parley.
Then parley it is.
A 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.
I heard He was a man with a quick mouth.
I know that.
I wondered if he had made any enemies in here.
None that I know of.
It's not the kind of place to make enemies.
All are welcome here, Mr Byrne Including Irish? Especially Irish.
Ryan told you he was a member of the Irish Republican Army.
Was he still welcome? Like I say, any man that buys beer is welcome.
Perhaps you didn't believe him.
In pubs sometimes people say things and sometimes it's the whisky talking.
It's hard to tell which is which.
As a teetotal man I find it amusing.
Except when it ends in tragedy.
Would you like some cordial and water, Mr Byrne? You see, Mr Shelby, Ryan, for all his quick mouth, was indeed connected.
Very well connectedto our brotherhood.
By membership and blood.
He was my cousin.
I am from South Armagh.
I am a man of influence there.
Cordial and water would be grand, Mr Shelby.
Grace.
Bring some water and cordial to the snug.
Yes, Mr Shelby.
My cousin came to buy guns.
And I told him I had none.
Your man Danny Owen talks a lot when he's drunk.
He says the Peaky Blinders do have the guns.
Robbed from the factory down the road.
He boasts about a stack of Lewis machine guns.
And enough belts of ammunition to hold up God's trousers.
Yep.
That sounds like our Danny.
He has an imagination.
Like I said, sometimes it's the whisky that does the talking.
He says only the brothers know where the guns are kept.
Well, Danny also says he sees German infantrymen on the backs of milk carts.
And he shoots them with his broomstick.
We have men in the BSA factory.
They say it's you who has them.
And we have men who 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 organization.
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 .
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but they have become a burden to me.
Perhaps it is time to unload that burden.
For the right price.
Malachi Byrne.
Brigade commander of the South Armagh IRA.
You've 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.
So, I would be solving a problem for you.
And I would be winning you that medal.
If I get a medal I will have your initials engraved on the backside.
My initials on your backside.
Now, that's quite an image.
Inspector, since we are getting along so well, can you answer me a question? Who gave you Freddie Thorne? As everyone in the city knows.
It was you, Mr Shelby.
"Ball and Biscuit" by The White Stripes Hello, son.
It's all there.
It is indeed.
We're going to build something with this, son.
Something magnificent.
When do we sail, Dad? Hungry for work, are you? Yeah.
A ship sails Friday.
Meet me at the boxing ring.
Right.
Friday.
Friday.
Leave that open.
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 Andrew's 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.
You could have given me some warning.
I just got the message myself.
They want to meet me here alone.
And barmaids don't count? No.
Barmaids don't count.
Now, you're going to be in the back room.
I am 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, you just hold it up and you just point.
Right? Right, go, go.
Go on, go.
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 going to need a shovel.
You thick fucking tinker.
Did you think we'd let you live? Make your peace, Mr Shelby.
I will make my peace my own way.
To barmaids who don't count Why did you shoot? Why did you shoot, Grace? I didn't know I had it in me like that.
So, now you've seen me.
And you've seen me .
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and I'm sorry.
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 and they were never here, who cares? Will you get the bodies out of here.
All right, are they? Are they making the lady uncomfortable? I'll leave you two love birds to it then, eh? Thank you.
I'm sorry.
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.
Sergeant Moss made a report.
Which, of course, I have burnt.
He said that when he entered the room, you were embracing.
Is that your primary concern? An embrace? Mymy concern is your welfare.
It was me who killed them.
I had no control.
You have 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 with me here has 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 am right, and the guns are found, you will 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 Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns are recovered.
Your word as a gentleman.
Will you give it? Whywould you want to save him? A residue of sympathy.
Sympathy? You mean sentiment? Yes.
In his way, he has been kind to me.
Sentiment.
Yes.
You are too good-hearted for this work.
Perhaps.
So, for my sake, will you spare him? You have my word.
A week after the robbery there was a burial at St Andrews' churchyard.
I have found out the man supposed to be buried is alive.
Arthur is quite transparent.
I learned that the funeral was attended only by the brothers.
And the grave that was dug was far deeper than your average and was lined with lead .
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to keep out the damp.
The guns are buried in that grave.
Then, tonight, we will dig up the grave.
d When my family thinks that I'm safely in my bed d Oh, from morn until night d I am stretched out at your head d Calling out unto the earth d With tears hot and wild d For the loss of a boy d That I loved as a child d Please, please go to sleep.
d So, I am stretched on your grave d And I'll lie here for ever d If your hands were in mine d I'd be sure they would not sever d My apple tree, my brightness d It's time we were together d Well done, boys! d For I smell of the earth d And I'm worn by the weather.
d All, but one gun accounted for.
Then, Sir, I resign my commission.
Good.
So, I am no longer your superior officer and you are no longer my subordinate.
And therefore .
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regulations permit me to offer you this.
I amI am 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 .
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recognition that we are like minds .
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with shared values.
Grace .
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will you marry me? Mr Campbell .
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you deserve better.
Is it him between us? Is it the beast that dug that grave? Is it him? My resignation will be with you in the morning Dad! Hullo, son.
May I ask who gave my whereabouts? Marston.
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? Howhow could you do this to us? Do what, son? All that stuff you said aboutthe Shelby Casino .
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and Atlantic City.
Well, if the truth be told, I've not been so acquainted with that promised land as I had thee believe.
You're a fucking liar and a thief.
You give me back my fucking money.
"Do not despise the thief, if he steals to "satisfy his starvation" That's in the Holy Bible, son.
And I've starved for so very long.
Fare thee well, son.
I waited for you.
I waited.
Listen to me, boy.
You are not in the prize ring now.
If you ever put your hands on me again, I'll cut your fucking throat and spread you on these tracks.
Where's your father? I'm assuming he's busy frittering the 500 you took from us and put in 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 might 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 that grave has also dug his own.
He has proved himself 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 going to be going 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 to fight me?! Go home, lad.
Before you catch yourself a spanking.
My brother in Digbeth just says the police are coming down from Deritend in numbers.
Asking for Tommy Shelby by name.
Shit.
I'm going to 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 .
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I'll 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 the question again.
On your knees.
Now, understand this, barman.
I don't care if you live or die.
I don't know.
He left .
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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 Call it all off! All of it! Get in.
It's not much of a place.
It's all right.
You want tea? Tea? No.
I have rum Actually, tea it is.
You want to impress me? Yes.
And do you have a biscuit? 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 would 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? Are you OK? I don't hear the shovels against the wall.
What shovels? Will you help me? Help you with what? With everything .
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the whole fucking thing.
Fucking life .
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business.
I've found you.
And you found me.
We'll help each other.
"Time" by Tom Waits d Well, the smart money's on Harlow d And the moon is in the street d And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws d And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches d And the rain sounds like a round of applause d And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon d His invisible fiancee's in the mirror d d And the band is going home, d It's raining hammers, it's raining nails d And it's true there's nothing left for him down here.
d And it's time, time, time d And it's time, time, time d Our Father, who art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name d And they all pretend they're orphans d And their memory's like a train d You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away d And the things you can't remember d Tell the things you can't forget d That history puts a saint in every dream d Well, she said she'd stick around d d So, close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit d 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.
' d And it's time, time, time that you love d And it's time, time, time d And it's time, time, time Polly told you? Yep.
You should have 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 .
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champagne or fast cars? Or how about this? Your name on a business card.
Shelby .
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Brothers Limited.
Arthur Shelby.
Associate bookmaker.
I just had them picked up from the printers this morning.
You're one of three shareholders.
Me, you and John, and according to the law, we are equal partners and it's written on the paperwork in black and white.
A third, a third, a third.
But the thing is well, me and John quite fancy splitting your share so, just next time, use a gun, man.
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 d This garden that I built for you d That you sit in now and yearn d I will never leave it, dear d I could not bear to return d And find it all untended d With the trees all bended low d This garden is our home, dear d And I got nowhere else to go d So, bring it on d Bring it on d Every little tear d Bring it on, every useless fear d Bring it on, all your shattered dreams d And I'll scatter them into the sea d Bring it on d Get it on d Yeah, bring it on d Every little tear d And I'll make them disappear.
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