When I've achieved what I've set out to achieve, I will let you know where to find the g*ns.
So what shall I do?
Get close to him. Find out where those g*ns are heading.
Raise your hand, all those who want to strike!
Freddie Thorne is at the very top of my list.
Well, cross him off. I'll make him part of our deal.
To hell with them. The more they try and stop us, the madder I'll be.
In times like these, a communist in family is bad for business.
You have to leave the city.
You were also at w*r with the Lees, Mr Kimber, am I right?
Together, we can b*at them. Divided, maybe not.
God, he's getting big now!
Not at all.
♪ 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... ♪ So, how was London? It was crackling with revolution.
The Poplar Docks are on strike.
Did our friends give us what we asked for?
How much? 200 pounds.
Who did you meet? An attache from the Russian Embassy.
In a Chinese restaurant.
Our revolution is international. It grows by the day.
Jeremiah, Jeremiah, what do you see?
Your sister and Freddie got back this morning.
I tried following them. But Freddie's so good at getting away.
He's like a fish. Right.
Well, keep fishing, eh?
Last bets, now.
Now, don't go spending all your rent money, Charlie.
That's your starters, gentleman. No more bets.
I was there on time. Finished.
I've had a tip off. I need this bet. The race has started...
Please. No!
Ugh. Fine. Get rid of him. I said no.
Now get out. All right, all right, I'm off. I'm off.
All right, lads. See you tomorrow. Cheers.
It's a good day. Where's John?
John's in The Garrison.
Says he wants a meeting about a family matter.
After he's said his piece, he'll come back and take his place with Scudboat.
Scudboat, john will be here in ten minutes.
All right. Five.
We're here.
Good boy.
John?
Put that down!
This is for Cheltenham.
We just taking back what's ours.
There's loot in here, search everywhere!
All right, john. There's only one... Not now. Only one man guarding the house.
What's troubling you?
Polly, you know what it's been like since Martha d*ed.
God takes the best first.
The truth is, my kids have been running bloody rings around me.
Running barefoot with the dogs until all hours.
Pol, give him ten bob for some new shoes. Is that it, john?
Tommy, we'd be better to do this without you.
Now, what's your point?
What the kids need is a mother.
So that's why I'm getting married.
Does this poor girl know you're gonna marry her or are you just gonna spring it on her all of the sudden?
I've already proposed.
And she said yes.
I think there's a shell about to land and go bang.
It's, um, it's Lizzie Stark.
John! Lizzie Stark's a strong woman, and I'm sure she provides a fine service for her customers.
I won't hear the word.
Understand? Do not use that word.
What word is that, john?
You know what word that is. Everybody bloody knows.
Everybody can go to hell.
Whore? That word. Or prost*tute? How about that one?
All right, I want it known, if anyone calls her a whore again, I will push the barrel of my revolver down their throats, and blow the word back down into their hearts.
Men and their cocks never cease to amaze me.
John, Lizzie Stark never did a day's work vertical.
She's changed. All right, people change.
Like with religion.
Oh, Lizzie Stark's got religion, eh?
No, no, she doesn't have religion, but...
Well, she loves me.
Now, listen, Tommy. I won't do it without your blessing.
But of all the people in the world, I want you to see it...
As brave. Oh, it's brave, all right.
Brave is going where no man has gone before.
And with Lizzie Stark, john, that is really not what you'll be doing.
Give me some time.
Welcome her to the family as someone who's had a hard life.
All right, because I need someone.
All right, the kids need someone.
Tommy, we've been done over.
What?
Jesus Christ!
What the bloody hell happened here?
The Lees, all of them. Cousins, nephews.
Even the bastards.
They've taken anything they can lay their hands on.
Four cash boxes.
They left these. Wire cutters?
Why would they leave wire cutters? Nobody move.
I think our friends are playing the game.
What game? Pol, don't, don't touch anything.
Erasmus Lee was in France.
sh*t.
When we gave up ground to the Germans, we'd leave behind booby traps set up with wires.
Then we'd leave wire cutters.
It's part of the joke.
Somewhere in here there's a hand grenade.
Holy Jesus.
Attached to a wire.
Don't move any chairs.
Or open any doors.
Go easy, john boy, easy.
Ah!
Boys, no, there's nothing here.
If it was in here, it would have blown by now.
It was my name on that b*llet Erasmus sent.
He set up a trap all right.
He set it upj ust for me.
Finn?
Finn, stay exactly where you are.
I was pretending I was you.
Which door did you open to come in, Finn?
I didn't, I climbed in.
I want you to climb out exactly the same way you climbed in, okay?
No, no, Finn!
Grenade!
That's why you should never pretend to be me.
Okay? Okay?
I got you ten minutes with her.
You can at least say thank you. It's easier to see the Pope, these days.
Put your hand on the Bible.
I don't believe.
Anyway, I didn't come here to lie.
This w*r is cutting us all up.
You're all children. I say enough.
Your boys tried to k*ll me. Didn't work.
No wonder you won't touch a Bible.
I have ambitions. You want to play a switch.
I need your boys. For what?
Kimber's not the brains, there's a Gadza who runs the races.
I'm collecting smart people, but I need strong men, too.
Now, your boys should know this.
We now get the winner in one of three races before the race even starts.
No need for chalkers or rafflers, I'm talking certainties.
You come in here, boasting you're gonna do someone down, and in the same breath, ask me to trust you?
On my mother's side, we are kin.
Ada, can you do my back?
Ada!
I know what was in the envelope.
I looked. Money.
And that bloke that we met in London, who you said was a Frenchman, he was Russian. I'm not an idiot, Freddie.
How is it, that you take all the risks and Stanley Chapman gets the money?
It's money for the cause.
You're blind.
I would be, if your brothers had anything to do with it.
This isn't about them, this is about you. And me.
And this.
You're a dreamer, Freddie.
You give money away while we rot in here.
You talk about revolution.
I need to know.
Who are you loyal to, Freddie?
I said, who are you loyal to?
Did you have something to do with this?
I asked an acquaintance for an address.
She said she'd only give it to me anonymously.
She's afraid of the consequences.
Whose address is it?
Tommy, I'd like to suggest a strategy.
Your message said you have an address for me?
Anonymous tip off.
The address of Stanley Chapman.
You promised me Freddie Thorne. This is instead of Freddie Thorne.
No deal. Inspector, Stanley Chapman is a bigger fish than Freddie Thorne.
He's currently holding £200 in cash given to The Communist Party by the Russian government.
That's right, Chapman has snow on his boots.
And all you need is a shovel.
If he talks, you'll have proof.
You might even get that medal.
N ow, before I give you the address, I want your word that you'll let Freddie Thorne and my sister leave the city.
Very well. You have my word.
I'd say our little truce has proven quite productive for both of us, Inspector.
I'll get the information and protection.
And you? Well...
You get Bolsheviks.
But on a more pressing matter,
I'm afraid that Mr Churchill is becoming impatient.
And I fear that, if you don't get back those stolen weapons soon, I will be replaced.
That will be the finish for me, that's for sure.
When my business with Kimber is done, the g*ns will be returned. That was the deal.
Then I'm in your hands, completely.
You hold all the cards.
But, I hope to God that my dismissal doesn't come before your decision to hand back those g*ns.
And I say this for your sake because, if I were to be fired, and it were your fault,
I would do things that would shame the devil.
My fury is a thing to behold.
On my last day in power, for example, I would see to it that you and your scum brothers have your heads stoved in with mallets and spades.
And your sister, too.
That baby inside her would be of no consequence to me.
The only one to be spared would be your little brother Finn.
He would, however, be lifted, as a juvenile, and dumped in that part of the adult prison where men have the most appetite for boys like him.
Oh, that would be a dark day indeed, Mr Shelby, if my dismissal comes before your decision.
You understand?
And know this,
the clock is ticking.
Look what we found.
Seems Stanley Chapman really does have snow on his boots.
Come on. Here we go.
Mr Chapman...
You're f*cked.
He still refuses to say where it came from.
I'm sure with a little persuasion he'll tell us everything he knows.
Including the whereabouts of Freddie Thorne.
Sir? Your face is a picture.
But I thought you'd done a deal.
Oh, is that what you thought? Well, you gave your word.
My word.
People still talk about such things in this idiotic century.
My word to who?
To a Peaky Blinder?
Now, go on and interrogate Mr Chapman until he tells us where we can find Freddie Thorne and his wife.
The source of the money is of secondary importance.
You think my campaign against Shelby has become personal?
Correct.
Spot on, as they say in London society.
Now, go and interrogate Mr Chapman.
And do not make the mistake of being too gentle.
Right, sir.
Today's her birthday.
I know you never miss it.
Then I'm lucky you're not a copper.
What do you want? Came to warn you.
They've lifted Stanley Chapman.
How do you know? Police don't spill that information.
I know because it was me and Tommy who tipped him off.
Tommy did a deal. In return for safe passage for you and Ada, he's given them Stanley and the money.
Money? What money?
Who told you about the money? Who do you think?
Yeah, it was Ada's idea.
That's how desperate she is to get out of that rat hole you're keeping her in.
She didn't mind if you knew, just didn't want to be here when you found out.
Sometimes women have to take over. Like in the w*r.
Who the hell do you think you are? You f*cking Shelbys!
Don't you swear over your mother's grave.
You play your tune, you expect the whole world to dance to it.
You don't have time for this, Freddie.
You did a deal for me.
Don't flatter yourself. For Ada.
And you think this copper will keep his word?
If he does, you're safe. If he doesn't, Chapman will give you up.
You'll still have to leave town, same result.
So neat. So leave.
Except there's one thing that you've got wrong, Stanley won't be able to give up my address because he doesn't know it.
That's how it works. None of us know each other's addresses.
So you've wasted your f*cking time.
And they'll keep b*ating him and b*ating him for information he doesn't have.
So all you've done is sign the death warrant of a good man.
So you won't leave? No, I won't f*cking leave.
And if you want me out of Birmingham, it'll have to be in a wooden box.
You lay a hand on our Ada and I'll put you in a wooden box myself.
You raised a stubborn one there, Irene.
You told me to carry on.
I wanted to stop.
He had some kind of seizure.
So you k*lled him.
Did he give you an address?
What's the matter with you? He fell down some stairs.
This is not bloody Belfast.
Not yet, but if men like him get their way, it soon will be.
So find some stairs, throw him down, and call the coroner.
Use Grayson.
If he has any awkward questions, ask about the welfare of his mistress in Saltley.
That'll shut him up.
To think I used to live in a sh*thole like this.
Bloody animals.
The Shelbys really are doing an excellent job for us.
We haven't lost a single penny to rafflers or chalkers in eight race meetings.
The bookies are purring.
So we throw the dog a bone.
I think so.
Mr Kimber, Mr Roberts, come and have a look around.
After you.
Well, I thought the Lees turned you over?
You shouldn't listen to gossip, Mr Kimber. This way.
Business is good.
Especially since now you know which horse is going to win before you set the odds.
Information is very much appreciated.
All right, well, where are they?
John, Lovelock. Scudboat, in here.
This is my team.
They will take up their pitch at your convenience, Mr Kimber.
John is the book, Scudboat is the bag man, and of course, we bring our own protection.
Warwick, next Saturday, at least 50 yards from the beer tent.
Gentleman, and lady.
I have in my hand a legal betting license, issued by the Board of Control.
The Shelby family has its first, legal racetrack pitch.
Congratulations.
There you go.
Congratulations.
30, 40, 50...
These cigarettes have a strange smell, Arthur.
They smell like rotting water.
And look, rats have got into some of them.
They're stolen, are they not?
Don't ask.
They smell because you keep them in the boat.
What do you care? Now, can you come check my adding up, please?
You know, you should make a new start of this place.
Do it properly.
These cigarettes are not fit to sell.
Smells like Gallipoli.
You should find a new place to store them.
It has to be far away from coppers.
Oh, but not rats.
All the wharves have rats, Grace.
What's wrong with a dry warehouse?
Tommy's orders.
What orders?
Always keep contraband near petrol boat moorings.
Don't boats get searched?
We moor them at junctions.
So there's more than one way out.
No locks within a mile so we can move that stuff, fast.
Your brother doesn't obey the law, but he has rules.
Precise man, your brother.
Is my adding up right?
It is now.
One.
Two.
Three.
And four.
And we'll search them one-by-one.
Please, Lord, let that which I seek be found here.
Not so much as a b*llet, sir.
Just more cigarettes and whisky.
Arthur tells me you've been asking questions.
About how we run our business and how we get our booze and where we keep it.
I'm just trying to help.
Let's you and me go for a walk.
Where to?
Come on.
Why here?
You're a good Catholic girl, aren't you?
Yes.
Well, then you know it's here people come to confess.
After you.
Well, here it is, Grace.
I'll confess.
I need someone.
Kimber has an adviser by the name of Roberts.
He talks well.
Keeps the accounts.
Runs the legal side of the business.
And you need a Roberts?
Arthur tells me you have ideas.
I'm not an accountant, nor a lawyer.
No.
No, but you have something I need.
Class.
I need someone who looks right at the big meetings.
Epsom, Ascot.
Is this a job interview?
Arthur says you're good with numbers.
Oh, well, that's relative. He's quite poor.
You keep the books in order.
They were chaotic.
But you're a liar.
No Catholic girl would enter a church and forget to make the sign of the cross.
You're very perceptive.
First, you lied to me about that pub you used to work in.
Now I find out you're a Protestant.
Do you care? No.
I like to fit in.
You pull a pint like someone who's thinking about it.
This is not an interview, this is an interrogation.
Sit down.
Look, Grace.
You've washed up in a place you don't belong, for whatever reason.
My good fortune.
And perhaps mine.
You know that most of what I do is illegal?
I'm not blind.
And yet you'd still be willing to work for me?
Are you offering me the job?
Then I accept.
There's something else you should know.
A very important detail about my reasons for employing you.
You disappoint me.
You resign?
No.
My appetite for the work has only increased.
Tomorrow I'll show you around.
Lizzie!
Hello, Lizzie?
That bag looks heavy. Jump in!
It is.
You like kids?
Yeah. Good, because John's got four of them.
It's all right, I'm not going to try to talk you out of it.
I just want to talk.
Then you're against us?
John is his own man.
And you're your own woman.
Now, Lizzie, since I came back from France, I've come to you on many occasions.
Tommy, you didn't tell him?
No, I didn't tell him.
Just like you didn't tell him.
Now, why didn't you tell him, Lizzie?
Why didn't you tell him that you've been serving his brother for the past two years?
Because the past is the past.
I don't want to lose him. He's a good man.
That was the answer I was hoping you'd give. The past is the past.
You see, our john says you've changed.
And I believe him, and that's good.
Change is good.
These are new times I'm told.
So I wish you both every happiness.
And I want you to see that as my wedding gift to you and our farewell to pleasures gone by.
You mean...
One last time?
One last time.
You and me.
It's eight bloody pounds.
So where should we go?
Tommy, should we go to my lodging?
So the past is not the past.
You can keep the money, Lizzie, just get out of the car.
Tommy, please! Just get out of the car.
I love him, Tommy, really.
Really.
John will make his own decision.
But he will have the facts.
Your brother is ten times the man you are.
Of that I have no doubt.
Well, he's obviously not stupid.
All we found was stolen tobacco and whisky.
Which you left it in place?
Of course.
I would never endanger you.
You're doing well, Grace.
I've been working on Arthur. He's easier.
Than Thomas?
Yes.
Less intelligent.
Yes.
That's not a word you'd use about Thomas.
It's your word.
He has promoted me.
He wants me to be his bookkeeper and secretary.
A cut-throat gangster with a secretary.
The pretensions of these hoodlums are quite breathtaking.
Are they not?
Yes, quite breathtaking.
He's obviously fallen quite heavily for you.
I thought you'd be pleased.
I just hope you remember who you're dealing with, here.
A man who cuts off ears and cuts out tongues.
I know what he is, sir.
The difficulty with undercover work, Grace, is to remember what you are.
I come here with good news and I get this?
Grace.
Tommy.
I need a favour.
I want to borrow the car.
I want to take Lizzie for a ride in the country with the kids.
I'm going to celebrate getting the license.
Not a problem, john.
I need the keys.
Look, john, you're my brother.
There's something I have to tell you.
Yesterday, in the front seat of that ca r, I offered Lizzie some money.
And, john, she said yes.
Now that's a fact.
You do with it what you want.
You can take the keys, take Lizzie to the country. Marry her, if you want.
But you have to know...
She said yes.
Get another glass.
Can you make a toast?
I'm Irish, I can make a million toasts.
May you be in Heaven a full half-hour before the devil knows you're dead.
What are we celebrating?
Contract of employment.
"Bookkeeper, Shelby Brothers Limited."
I don't like that word, "Limited".
To be respectable, you have to be limited.
That's what worries me.
I had the phone put in.
It's in the back.
Huh. If I knew someone else who had a phone, we could call them.
And since we're celebrating, I had this delivered from Rackhams department store.
Will you open it?
No.
Save it for a special occasion.
A“ fight, your first 'gob for the company.
I want you to get that to my sister.
You don't see her?
No one does. She's hiding from me.
I was told she goes to a bathhouse on Montague Street on women-only days.
She goes in disguise so I need to get someone inside.
What am I delivering?
It's an invitation to a family occasion. I want her there.
Tell her there'll be a truce.
Am I delivering bait for a trap?
If you take that contract, I think you'll find it doesn't say anything about asking questions.
Just give her the invitation.
And put that thing in the cupboard till I say.
Bloody hell, john.
I couldn't get it lit. Couldn't even do that.
What do you want to be smoking that for?
Same reason as you.
Pain in the head.
I spoke to Lizzie.
Told her what you told me.
She said, "Your brother Tommy is a dirty liar."
And then I spoke to her sister and her cousin.
I bought them a couple of drinks.
Just a few regulars, they said.
That's all.
To keep the wolf from the door she still sees a couple of regulars.
You must think I'm an idiot!
I think you're the first Shelby in history to have a legal license for anything.
What would our grandad say, eh?
He'd be turning in his grave.
"Honest bloody money!"
"Hey, in this house? Here?"
You always used to do voices when we were kids.
Well, we're not kids now, john.
But we still have to look out for each other, right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Come on, go home.
Get some sleep.
We've got a big day tomorrow.
We have?
Tomorrow, we finish the w*r with the Lees for once and for all.
Since when? Since just now.
Ten o'clock, tomorrow.
Be ready for anything.
How do you go, boys?
Ready, boys?
Eh“, ready?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Have a drink.
What? What are you all staring at me for?
What? Good. Let's go.
What?
Tommy, what are you playing at? We're at shotgun range.
John, before you go into battle, there's something you're going to need.
What are you bloody doing, Tommy?
Smile, john. It's a wedding.
Whose bloody wedding?
Now, if we told you, you wouldn't have come.
There's a girl in the Lee family who's gone a bit wild and she needs marrying off.
Ah, f*ck! John, boy!
John! You have no bloody right, Tommy!
Shh. Shh. Listen to me! Listen to me!
A girl who needs a husband, a man who needs a wife.
Tom, I'm not bloody marrying some f*cking mushroom picker..
Shh, john boy. Come on, listen.
I've already betrothed you.
So if you back out now, there's going to be one f*cking mighty w*r breaking out here that's going to make the Somme...
That's going to make the Somme look like a f*cking tea party.
But if you marry her, our family and the Lee family will be united forever and this w*r will be over.
Now, it's up to you, john.
w*r or peace?
Let go of me!
Right.
You should see the size of her dowry.
Her what?
Her dad's giving you a car.
Will he do?
He'll do.
Here she is.
She'd better be under 50.
Come here.
Go on.
We're here today to join in matrimony, this man and this woman...
You look well.
And harmony and togetherness
which is sanctioned and honoured by the presence and the power of these two families around us.
Do you, john Michael Shelby, take Esme Martha Lee to be your beautiful young wife?
You got my invitation?
Grace said there's a truce.
Family day.
Your husband couldn't make it?
He's not speaking to me.
And when he does he calls me a "f*cking Shelby" even though I'm a Thorne now.
A thorn in my side, that's for sure.
My God, Tommy, you admire him, don't you?
There remains one more part of the ceremony.
It's the mingling of the two bloods.
So the two families become the one family.
I now pronounce you man and wife!
Well, john, kiss the bride, will you?
And again!
You should tell Ada to slow down.
You think she'll listen to me?
I've tried stopping her but she's been drinking.
She's been stuck in that little basement for weeks, what do we expect?
She's going off like a firecracker. Oh, Christ, Tommy, please.
Ada, come on, have a rest. Sit down.
Come and look, Esme.
Come and look at the family you've joined.
Come and look at the man who runs it!
Chooses his brothers' wives for them!
He hunts his own sister down like a rat, and he tries to k*ll his own brother-in-law!
Ada, that's enough!
And now he won't even let me have a f*cking dance!
Ada! Not even at a f*cking wedding!
Sit her down. Calm down, Ada.
Ada, calm down.
Holy sh*t.
Water. Right.
Not now, Ada! Bloody hell, you do pick your times!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Let's go! Whoa.
Slow it up, nice and easy.
Story of your f*cking life. Right, we're here.
Come on.
Nice car, john. How's she run?
Yeah, beautiful, really smooth.
Your sister's in there giving birth, you're talking about the bloody car.
Not much us men can do now, Pol.
Except go get drunk. Right, c'mon.
One man should be here.
You're right, Pol.
Freddie should be here.
Is that a heartbeat I hear inside that chest?
The truce lasts until sunrise.
On my oath. Tell Freddie it's safe.
Ada!
All right, boys, let's wet this baby's head.
Keep going. That's right.
Push!
I think it might be the wrong way around.
I attended three sisters.
Yeah, I think you're right. We should move her forward.
Come on, Ada.
All right, come on.
It's not long to go now, darling.
Push, two, three!
To a beautiful wedding.
I should go.
I should go soon. No, no, no, no.
No, you sit down.
You don't want to be among women when there's a baby coming. Have another.
Do you think her husband will take the same advice and stay away?
No, no, Freddie'll be there.
Nothing'll keep him away.
Tommy said it's all right for him to be there.
Isn't that right, Tommy?
That's right. I'm all heart tonight.
You know what, john?
I think it's that lovely barmaid, that pretty barmaid that just walked out, that's made our brother go all soft.
Drinks to that!
Ada!
Come on, open up!
There you go, love.
He's beautiful.
It's a boy, Freddie.
It's a beautiful baby boy.
There you go.
Welcome to the world, Son.
Welcome.
Open up, Police!
Freddie?
You can't come in here! There's a baby that's just been born.
Freddie! There's a baby!
Don't do this here.
Don't hurt him! Freddie!
You're hurting him! Leave him alone!
You're taking me away from my baby.
Ada! Freddie!
Ada!
You want me to open that champagne now?
It's a boy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oi, Polly! Polly!
But the police came and took his father away!
Don't you dare look at me like that!
You liar!
♪ Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the track ♪