Episode 4 Peaky Blinders

This programme contains some violent scenes and strong language from the start.

'Do they always have to do the stock-taking at night, Arthur?'

-I'm going to have a baby!

-SHE LAUGHS

What business do you have with the Russians, Tommy?

I've been to the factories

and the armoured vehicles are in good condition...

"A factory break-in," that's what you said.

When you go home, be sure to check under your little boy's pillow.

'We can reach anyone.

'Anywhere.'

'The priest is passing information about the robbery

'to a Lloyd's underwriter called Monkland.'

'Why would the priest pass information to our enemies?'

'The complexities are your business.'

Now get me permission...

..to kill the priest.

STAG SNORTS

GUNSHOT

# Take a little walk to the edge of town

# And go across the tracks

# Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom

# As it shifts...and cracks

# Where secrets lie in the border fires

# In the humming wires

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

# Past the square, past the bridge Past the mills, past the stacks

# On a gathering storm

# Comes a tall handsome man

# In a dusty black coat

# With a red right hand... #

Watch out, John Boy! He's got a strong left...

Arthur, John, Finn!

Come here!

All right, what is it?

This letter...

says that Dad's dead.

He was in Boston in a bar called the Mickey Free.

Two men waiting in an alley.

He was shot twice.

Who's Rosie Rice?

Some fucking whore.

She was a woman who took the trouble to write to us.

She wanted us to know that during the night...

..while he was dying, he asked for our forgiveness.

The only thing he ever taught us was how to kill and cut a stag.

-Finn, John, you won't remember.

-I remember.

Cannock Chase, he...

..parked up at a pub called the Griffin.

He got drunk and sang Silver Dagger about 100 times.

Yeah, one weekend.

One weekend he was like that.

The stag is to remember him.

We eat.

And then we forget him.

No need to forgive him. Agreed?

John, I have to say this,

you can name your new baby after him if you like.

No.

Arthur, I won't even ask.

So, his name dies.

It's been in the family for a long time, but now it's gone.

Right. That's done. Fuck him!

Before we cook and eat, there's some business.

Boys!

I wanted to say this out here,

cos I don't trust the maids in the house.

There's going to be a robbery.

I wish to confess...!

There's no confessional today.

The name's Shelby.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Today's a Holy Day...

Look, I came.

I made myself.

Have you been drinking?

I couldn't sleep.

I tried to get enough down me to get myself to sleep, but...

I just do these night vigils by myself, thinking...

How long since your last confession?

I don't remember.

Mrs Shelby,

do you have something to confess?

Do you know, it's actually Gray.

My name is Elizabeth Gray.

Do you think God calls me "Pol" or "Polly"?

This voice calls me Pol.

You hear a voice?

Yeah. Like Bernadette heard a voice.

And what does the voice say?

"Murderer."

It says this to you?

It's in my head. Who else would it be talking to?

And are you...a murderer?

If you're talking about the law, then...

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

-..yes.

-KNOCKING

-I'll be out in a moment, Peter.

-Yes, Father.

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

Are you saying

you want to confess to a murder?

No.

My confession is that I feel no regret.

He was a policeman.

He was a bad man,

he hurt me.

I do the things I do, so that my son doesn't have to do them.

It's just the wiping away of the shit from under your feet.

The taking of any human life is a mortal sin.

No.

The UNJUST taking of a human life is a mortal sin.

Look it up. Look who did it.

Moses. Samson.

Lord Kitchener.

Are you saying you took the life of a policeman?

SHE SOBS

Oh, Father...

..now there is another life to be taken.

If there is a voice telling you to take a life,

you must ignore it.

The voice doesn't tell me. The voice asks me...

It says, "Pol...

"does this way of excusing a murder still work

"if the life that is going to be taken...

"..is a consecrated man?"

He's a man of the cloth.

He's a holy man.

What kind of holy man?

SHE GASPS

SHE SNIFFLES

DOOR CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

HEAVY DOOR SLAMS

It's not fair.

They're off drinking and shooting rifles as we sit here

and listen to the mugs swearing,

spitting on the bloody floor for us to fucking wipe up!

Without men here, they'll be like dogs pissing up the wall.

I was just saying it's not fair.

The men are down there like lords...

Esme, just...

..get on with it.

I'm bloody five months gone!

SHE SNORTS

-SHE SIGHS

-Forgot the combination.

24-8-22.

How do you know the paper cash combination?

Tommy talks in his sleep.

Shut up, Esme.

SAFE CLUNKS

SHE GROANS

He's changed the combination.

You've put it in wrong.

No, I haven't.

Your hands are shaking.

LOCK CLICKS

DOOR CLANKS

And, actually, I am sleeping with Tommy, OK? Now and then.

Because he wants to. Now and then. When the mood takes him.

Except we don't sleep. It's hard to sleep bent over a desk, isn't it?

Happy?

None of it's fucking fair!

It's two hours' work. Bit of grease on your cuffs, that's it.

Tommy, should I really be here for this?

I've cleared it with Polly, Michael. There's no way around it.

We need you to know...

Who the fuck wants to buy 27 stolen armoured cars?

-A foolish man.

-And how much is this "foolish man" paying?

150,000 -

cash, diamonds and sapphires.

So, that's 20 for you, Charlie.

Isiah, there's five to you.

The rest we take to America to invest in legally acquired property.

Assets bought with untraceable income resold

and the profits reinvested to make sure it's clean.

And after that, I suppose, the old business

will be like that stag hanging up over there, right, Tom?

Well, with profits on this scale we'll be in a position

to stop the off-track business for good.

Keep the pubs, stop the protection.

Horses for the sport, race days for the lark.

I made a promise to Charles's mother.

I also made a promise...

to Linda.

I know.

I can see it in your eyes, man.

Part of the reason for doing this last job

is so you'll be set up when you do decide to walk away.

Look at you, Arthur.

A man who wants to live a clean life,

here you are signing up for the biggest robbery of all.

I have to hand it to you, Tom, you're a smart man...

Are you in or out, Charlie?

Curly?

-Shouldn't have killed the stag, Tommy.

-Oh, shut up.

-Bad luck...

-Shut up.

How do we know this foolish man will hand over the diamonds

-when we're done?

-We don't.

But that's another business.

Right...

let's cook some meat.

THUMPING ON DOOR

Can't wait to part with their money, stupid bastards.

It's all right, it's me!

Arthur said you'd be short-staffed today

-because they're on a works outing.

-Piss-up actually.

I brought sandwiches and lemonade I made myself.

I'll make tea and empty ashtrays, but I won't handle money or slips.

Arthur says what you do here is illegal but not immoral.

Depends what time you get here, Linda.

And, anyway, I thought I would offer you

my physical and spiritual support for your time of need.

Oh, Linda, if you want to be a help, run up to the shops

and get me 20 Senior Service...

-Lizzie'll give you the change.

-No, I won't!

Actually, I'll use my own money, Polly.

And before you ladies decide to find me so amusing,

-I have a message for you.

-Oh, God, no, Linda.

I've been to church already. Have you?

It's not a message from God, Polly.

It's from Jessie Eden.

Who's Jessie Eden?

She's the lady shop steward at the Lucas Factory in Sparkhill.

"Lady shop steward"?

She's bringing all the female workers in the spot-welding

and wire-cutting shops out on strike for the day.

At protest at being made to work on a Holy Day,

poor conditions, lack of holidays,

unsanitary lavatory provisions and lower pay for female workers.

Apparently, all the female factory workers in the city

are joining the protest in sympathy

and will walk out of their places of work at 9am

-to march on the Bull Ring.

-POUNDING AT DOOR

All oppressed female workers welcome.

Them bastards down there shooting deer,

me five-months-gone sat here like a pudding.

-Only one outside lavatory between the lot of us.

-Not consulted.

-Bent over a fucking desk...

-POUNDING ON DOOR CONTINUES

Ladies, I honestly believe those who march on Good Friday

will have God on their side.

It's nine o'clock, ladies! Open the fucking door! >

(Fuck it.)

I'm not in the mood today.

-Let's go to the Bull Ring.

-Hallelujah!

# Yeah, it's coming

# Out of this world

# Yeah, I'm lucky

# The lucky girl

# Hell...ain't...half...full... #

The foolish man?

Not quite.

# ..What a monster

# What a night

# What a lover

# What a fight... #

DOOR SLAMS

I'm sorry I came unannounced.

What do you want?

We need proof.

Proof of what?

HE CLEARS THROAT

You said the priest is a traitor.

-We need to know how you know...

-LIGHTER CLICKS

The proof is my word.

If he's involved, I'm out. He needs to die.

Are you always so violent?

I killed a stag today

and it hurt me to do it.

But I treated it with respect

and the spare meat will go to poor people.

It will grieve me far less to put a bullet in the priest's face.

Will you not sit when a duchess sits?

I'm told you're part of the deal. Is that true?

-The royal court in Tbilisi actually worked very efficiently.

-Oh, I see.

And it worked like this, eh?

There were lots of corridors and small rooms.

Attics. There were no rules there.

Deals were done. Brothers gave sisters, aunts gave uncles,

fathers gave daughters and servants.

It was my aunt's idea that I came alone.

She's in charge of this.

When there are no rules, women take charge.

They understand that the power they have

come through silent agreements.

I've promised I will do everything I can to make this plan work.

My aunt assumed you would want me as part of the deal.

I will tell her she's wrong.

FOOTSTEPS, DOOR OPENS

Tommy, you ain't gonna believe this, man.

I've just phoned the Garrison, right. I just spoke to Billy,

he says Polly, Esme and Lizzie...

have gone on fucking strike(!)

HE LAUGHS

They what?

They've gone on fucking strike!

Half of Birmingham's out.

The female half, they're all out, every single one of them.

Quakers put 'em up to it.

Who's watching the shop?

Polly's locked it up.

See, Good Friday is one of our best days for takings.

All the men get drunk.

The races are all fixed.

It's like picking apples off the lowest branches, eh, John?

Hmm, yes.

Then your business is very easy.

Was Linda with them?

You know... Billy said that Polly jumped in the fucking Bull Ring,

she's pissed out of her mind, started going on about revolution,

screaming to the rooftops.

Was Linda with them?

Yeah.

Then it was Linda's idea.

Linda's a smart woman.

John...

..there's a Bentley on the drive outside.

I want you to go out and put a nail in its tyre.

It's Good Friday so there'll be no garages open.

The lady will have to spend the night.

Then I want you and the boys to all go home.

You take Charlie and put him with Arthur and Linda for the night.

They can use the practice.

-You want me to put a nail...?

-Yeah.

-You heard me.

-I hear you.

All right.

Nice to meet you.

Why do you need to put a nail in the tyre?

I want it so neither of us can change our minds.

LOCK CLICKS

DOOR CLANKS

We came back early.

Polly didn't finish the count yesterday.

Hmm, so you thought you could take a tenner.

I thought I'd finish the count.

SCUFFLING, THEY GRUNT

Esme, I've told you, stay off the snow till the baby's born.

It does no harm, passes the time...

Knocks down the walls!

HE GROANS

Listen...

HE PANTS

I know you miss the travelling.

But it's going to be all right.

It's like being a hen in a coop!

Remember that house in Lichfield?

Eh? The one the bailiff used to throw you out of?

Throw you in the ditch.

I'm going to buy that fucking house.

Big as Tommy's with more land.

If you feel cooped up...

..we'll take a wagon...

..and camp out by the ditch.

How?

It's all going to change, Esme.

GRAMOPHONE PLAYS

This is not your bedroom.

This is not where you slept with your wife...

Do you ride horses?

No.

I would need to open my legs in a public place

and that is not allowed.

Do you drink whiskey?

No.

It tastes like men.

I prefer wine.

Cars?

No.

So, diamonds are your only love, eh?

Sapphires.

They're just a currency.

Well, you know, if it was me who had all them jewels...

..I think I'd just sit with them...

..look at them...

..touch 'em.

Izabella does that sometimes.

Late at night.

I swear she puts one of the biggest sapphires into her body for pleasure

and walks up the stairs to breakfast with it still in place.

SHE GIGGLES

-And it stays in there all day?

-Mm.

Wow.

What is your weakness?

Talking about duchesses with sapphires inside of 'em...

I think already know your weakness.

I can get a fuck whenever I want, love.

Yes.

But I am a duchess.

And I'm under you like a horse.

-I'm like a telegram.

-HE LAUGHS

"A telegram"? I don't think your English is so good.

Or maybe you should listen more carefully to what I have to say.

I have a message for you, Mr Shelby.

As a duchess,

I can show you what is possible for a man like you.

A man in a house like this.

Right now, you hide inside it

like a boy who's broken in through the window.

Why do we come to a bedroom for this?

In your own house?

DOOR OPENS

SHE CACKLES It's a loaded fucking weapon.

We could fuck by the fire

with the maids standing to attention and watching.

-What can they do?

-Give it here.

Nothing. There are no rules for you.

Give me the fucking gun.

You have maids here. You can bring a maid into the room.

What can I do about that? Nothing.

-Give me the fucking gun, now.

-You have power.

Everyone does what you tell them to do.

Your brothers, your soldiers.

-No-one can stop you...

-Don't point a fucking weapon at me.

I can be an actress.

Who do you want me to be?

-Your dead wife?

-That's enough! Give me the fucking gun!

If you don't like something, you say stop and it stops.

Hm?

But you are afraid of it.

You break the law, but you obey the rules. Why?

Did you know that madness sets you free?

Otherwise, we're just peasants obeying the law.

There is madness inside your head, too. I can see that.

Let a duchess show you something.

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

DOOR OPENS

CLICKING, BULLETS DROP

BARREL WHIRS

CHAMBER CLACKS

I emptied the chamber except for one bullet.

No!

-This is the game we used to play.

-No!

Watch.

Do not fucking do this...

No...

Look at me.

Don't do this. TRIGGER CLICKS

NO!

Give me that fucking thing!

SHE PANTS

It brings you alive! You won't try it?

No, I do not want to try!

And I do not want your mad fucking Russian brains

all over me fucking walls!

I survive each time by the will of God!

Get to fucking bed - NOW!

I already called a maid.

(Fucking...!)

You see?

You are afraid.

Like a boy who's broken in through the window.

I need to educate you in how to run a house like this.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Yes! Come down.

Pour us a drink.

Mary, go back to bed, please.

You go back to bed, please. This woman is drunk.

-That's all right, sir. Should I pour whiskey?

-Yes.

-No.

-He will have whiskey...

-SCUFFLING

He will have whiskey, and I will have wine!

-Mary, go back to bed.

-There. In an old house like this,

-the servants expect it.

-Stop fucking talking.

Mary, go back to bed. Do as I say.

If there is a call after midnight,

the maid who comes in is the one in love with the master...

This is NOT FUCKING RUSSIA!

WHISPERING: Please, Mary... Go back to bed. Eh?

I know your weakness, Tommy.

It's freedom.

Madness.

Killing.

I am the first one...

..who understands you.

I found her perfume.

Put it on.

What proof do you have that the priest is a spy?

I told you, I give you my word.

Then kill him.

From now on, you must do everything that you want to do.

There'll be two of us for breakfast this morning, Mary.

She's gone for a walk by the river.

The lady left, sir.

Left? How?

She took your car.

She what?!

She was in a terrible hurry.

She said she had your permission.

She told David to go to the garage to get a new tyre for the Bentley.

She said you could use that.

And why the hell would you listen to her, eh?

The way she said it, sir.

How was she, Tom?

Talkative, yeah.

-I was fucking working, all right?

-Yeah.

From what she said when she was out of her fucking mind,

I'm pretty certain the treasury is underneath the house.

What have you got?

Our Ada got this from the British Library using her scholar's pass.

She talked about her aunt coming up the stairs

to have her breakfast in the morning which means

it has to be in the building somewhere.

Wine cellar. Septic.

Kitchen cellar.

-And a tunnel under the river.

-They don't trust a soul in this country.

So, my guess is they've turned one of the cellars into a strong room.

-Did you find someone, Arthur?

-Moss got me this.

Stephan Radischevski.

He's a kid from Greet, lives in Cheltenham. Dad's a Russian,

he has dreams of owning a pub but he's got a record.

-Breaking and entering. And he speaks Russian?

-Yeah.

Their butler drinks in a pub called the Mason's Arms.

Get to him, tell him who we are, offer him some money

if he gives the kid a job in the house...

KNOCK AT DOOR Wait!

Talk to the kid, offer him one of the pubs we took off the Italians

if he works in the house for four weeks, keeps his ears open.

All right? ..Come!

The Executive Committee of the Union of Bookies and Allied Trades

will see you now, sir.

I heard you were giving speeches off the back of a wagon, Pol.

SHE GROANS

I can't remember a fucking thing...

Well, Moss tells me you were threatening

to burn down the Town Hall.

Oh, Tommy, we were having a laugh.

Actually, the crowd around me

was bigger than the crowd around Jessie Eden.

Who's Jessie Eden?

She's too soft.

You're not going to break the capitalist system

talking about separate lavatories for women.

Who's Jessie Eden?

She's our new best friend.

Shop steward at the Lucas Factory.

A woman shop steward, I've heard of her.

There's a leaflet here if you want to take a look, Tommy.

So, a separate lavatory - is that it? Is that what you want?

I don't know what you want.

You have to tell me what it is that you want and then I'll know.

Actually, we want to know about the robbery you're planning.

Not the factory robbery.

The other one.

The one you're not telling the women about.

John has a big mouth.

No... Arthur's got a big mouth.

Arthur told Linda,

Linda told me.

-Polly?

-Read the leaflet, Tommy.

Ladies, why don't I talk to Tommy privately,

then I'll report back to you faithfully.

You're not just going to take payment

from the Russians, are you, Tommy?

-You're going to clean them out, is that right?

-Esme!

So, what happens after?

When they come for us?

When I'm about to give birth?

Get out,

-get back to work.

-Esme, come on.

-Keep us posted, won't you, sister.

-I will.

DOOR CLOSES

(Fucking hell!)

So, Arthur tells Linda everything, eh?

She's stolen his soul and taken it to a better place - the suburbs -

where men are honest with their wives.

We can trust Lizzie...

Yeah, but I can't trust Esme.

I can't trust the fucking Russians to pay me or the army

and I can't trust my own brother to keep his fucking mouth shut.

Did you make progress last night?

Yes.

John said the girl looks like Edna Purviance from the pictures.

Be careful.

She's an excellent source of information regarding the location

-of the merchandise.

-Here we go...

You know, there's a general lack of discipline in this fucking company!

She stayed the night.

I'm working, Pol.

I am working...for the good of the company.

You're grieving.

And when you grieve, you make bad choices.

I know.

I did it myself.

Look, no more marches.

No more fucking politics. They can kill us.

All right? Joke or no joke.

-Did you tell Arthur about the priest?

-I only told you.

Thanks for the burden.

BELLS TOLL

You were correct not to talk over the phone.

What did she say?

She said there was going to be a killing. A holy man.

And she was with the Shelbys, was she?

HE SCOFFS

CAR APPROACHES

I suppose you have something to say about yesterday.

No.

It's something else, actually.

I believe Arthur has told you about some business we're planning, Linda.

Oh, there's always business, Thomas.

And Arthur believes, when this business is done,

it'll all be over.

Arthur believes you, but I don't.

Linda, the people who have hired us to rob the factory

are very bad people...

They'll not pay us as they have promised.

So, on the night of the robbery, we will take what's ours

-from their treasury.

-And a bit more on top for luck?

If you're saying you're going to stop Arthur, I need to know.

That'll be Arthur's decision.

And your plan is still to reform him, eh?

-To the absolute degree of redemption!

-Mm-hm.

Well, Arthur will walk away from this with £30,000.

We made a deal. And afterwards...

you and Arthur can begin your new life.

Did you say 30,000?

Arthur said the estimated total proceeds would be 150,000.

-Estimated, yes.

-A third of a 150 is 50.

-Why a third?

-For three brothers. Finn is not yet a man.

-There are expenses.

-25,000, you said.

As of last night, the expenses increased. We need to dig a hole.

Arthur agreed to a plan with a figure of 25.

25 from 150 is 125.

A third of that is...

£41,000

HE LAUGHS

Sugar?

Yes.

Thank you.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

So, you've worked this all out, I see?

Only in my head.

I haven't written it down.

Linda, are you saying...

..if it WERE £41,000...

I've already told you, that'll be Arthur's decision.

But I don't imagine he'll accept less than 41.

-May I smoke?

-No.

So, I imagine you have some plans for your 41,000?

Yes.

California.

For the child's health.

Away from the smoke.

We want to run a general store on an Indian mission.

The Americans invites Quakers to do good work with the Indians.

We've already sent our papers and have been accepted.

HE SCOFFS Arthur Shelby as a missionary...

No, Arthur will run the store.

-Mm!

-I will teach in the school next to it.

Arthur will swim in the ocean.

I will be on the beach with a towel.

The open air and the sun will get rid of

all the nonsense in his head from France.

That's some plan.

As you know yourself...

..the arrival of a new life concentrates the mind

on practical things.

Amen to that.

When is the child due?

September.

When is the robbery?

June.

Then the timing's perfect.

We'll book our passage through the Panama Canal

the day after the 41,000's paid to Arthur.

HE COUGHS

Did we agree 41,000, Linda?

I heard nothing to the contrary.

Word association. Right now.

-Oh, God! I hate this game.

-It's Freud. It's terribly fashionable.

I'd rather you put on that music that I hate.

-Are we going mad in here, do you think?

-Yes.

We shouldn't have drunk red wine with the cake.

And I believe your vow never sleep with another man

is a good one.

Good for the painting.

It's not a vow, it's just...

I think when men want sex, they become hilarious.

Like a dog when you pick up a lead

and he knows he's going for a walk.

May I respectfully point out

that, so far, you haven't even picked up the bloody lead.

There.

That's the look.

Imperious.

No man is good enough.

# Bad habits

# Sick puppy... #

HE ROARS, CHILDREN SQUEAL

# ..Thigh high

# Knee deep

# Bad habits, yeah

# Bad habits, ooh

# Bad habits, yeah

# Bad habits, yeah!

# Deep trouble

# Pale faces

# All right

# Ow! #

WATER DRIPS

SCUFFLING, GRUNTING

TOMMY GROANS

HE PANTS

CRUNCHING BLOW

HE MOANS

CLANG!

HE GROANS

MAN YELLS

HE YELLS

HE SCREAMS IN PAIN

LOUD CRUNCHING CRACK

THUD

ENGINE IDLES NEARBY

HE GROANS

You idiot, you nearly killed him!

I told you we needed him fully conscious.

We need to stop using soldiers who've been in India,

-they hit too hard.

-Not fucking hard enough!

Hey, Mr Shelby! Hey!

I heard about your plan to kill a holy man

from a voice in a confession.

Can you hear us?

..Grace...?

Shelby.

Why were you attempting to kill Father Hughes?

Maybe we should wait until he's fully conscious.

I have a dinner appointment.

Hey, Shelby...

wake up.

-Eyes front.

-HE GROANS

Mr Shelby, were you trying to kill me, were you?

For passing information...

Fuck. He knows.

Where am I?

You are among the Odd Fellows.

Please count from ten to one.

Ah, fuck you.

THUD!

DISTORTED CLICKING

Whatever else you might have forgotten

about last night, remember this...

I am passing on information to the Soviet Embassy

on the instruction of Section D.

It's part of a bigger picture.

You explain to the Russians

that you were mistaken about me

and you apologise to me in front of them.

A threat to your sister was evidently not enough.

You do as we say or we will take your son.

Hear this.

We will take your son.

We can do it at any moment.

We have people in your life.

You will make your apology to me tomorrow night...

..and you will repair the damage you've done.

-DISTORTED:

-Or you will never see your son again.

Sir, I don't understand...

I don't understand why, as a former soldier yourself,

you have sacked all the former soldiers on the staff.

It means there's only one man left in the household.

Mary, I want it so that Charles is never left on his own.

Understood?

Sir, I should call a doctor.

There will be some men coming down from Birmingham.

And you put them up here in the house, you put them in the front

-and back of the house and you feed them...

-Why are they needed, sir?

I bought a cursed sapphire into this house, Mary.

And now I'm paying for it.

And I don't know what to expect.

But neither do my enemies.

Tell David to bring the car round. I want to go to London.

-Sir...

-And...get me some tea, Mary.

Yes, sir.

-'Hello?'

-Yes, Arthur...

'Tommy?'

They want the robbery to be sabotaged.

They don't give a fuck who gets hurt.

-'Are you OK, Tommy?'

-It's a bigger picture now.

-'What?'

-Did John make a list?

-'Speak clearer, Tom.'

-I said, "Did John make a list?"

-'John Boy! John!'

Right...

'Gypsies and kin only. Yeah.'

Good.

'Tommy, can I ask you why?

'Tommy?'

TELEPHONE RINGS

No, Karl. I told you. Go and play in there.

Hello?

Ada?

It's me, it's Tommy.

Ada, I need you to....

I need you to speak to one of your comrades

and get me a meeting with someone from the Soviet Embassy...Embassy...

Tonight. Your place.

10...10pm.

HE GROANS

HE RETCHES

It seems that Mr Shelby was given bad information

by an informant who was also in contact with the underwriter

who, as we know, is in the pocket of the Soviets.

-Wine, Tatiana?

-A little.

Bad girl.

WINE POURS

HE INHALES AND SNIFFS

DOOR SLAMS

HE THUDS ON DESK

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Sorry I'm late, I, um...

There was a body on the line.

Drink, Mr Shelby?

No, thank you.

It was drink that caused half this trouble.

I have come here to apologise.

I have already explained that you now realise

that your absurd allegation against me was false.

Indeed.

And that your base nature made you rash.

HE SNIFFS

And that now, once again, our plan is back on track.

When a child in my care commits a sin...

..first of all, he confesses, as you just did.

And then, I instruct him to perform penance

in a manner of my choosing.

As a child, you went to church?

Yes.

You remember the Act of Contrition?

Good. Do you remember the words of the Act of Contrition?

Yes.

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

As your penance, I would like you to recite it now...

..in the presence of our associates.

DOOR OPENS

Go away.

HE GULPS

TOMMY CLEARS HIS THROAT

DOOR CLOSES

Ah...

Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry for having...

Instead of "God", say my name.

Since it was me you offended with your false allegation.

Father Hughes, I am heartily sorry for having offended you...

..because of your just punishment,

but most of all because they offend you.

Father Hughes, who is all good and deserving of my love...

..I firmly resolve to...

..with the help of your grace, to sin no more

and to avoid all near occasions of sin.

Very good.

Thank you.

-HE GROANS

-Amen.

HE TAKES DEEP BREATH

And now that we are a united band once more,

perhaps we could order some food?

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. I have to go. Goodnight.

Mr Shelby...

HE SNIFFS AND GASPS

My God, Tommy...

-Are they here?

-Yeah.

-Do you have cocaine?

-No.

Tommy?

Tommy, this is the Special Advisor to the Soviet Consul.

Members of the British establishment..

..and exiled White Russians are planning to rob armoured cars

from a factory in Birmingham.

We know about the robbery. We have an informant...

Your informant is working for them.

They want you to know about the robbery.

HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

Your informant is working to their instruction.

HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

-Why would they want us to know?

-They want you to...

They want you to stop the robbery.

They want you to commit a violent act on British soil.

-HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

-Tommy, do you want water?

A violent act on British...

HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

..to force the British Government to break off diplomatic relations.

HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

That's the game.

The robbery in Birmingham was just the bait.

HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

Why are you telling us this?

Because my family are the ones who will be sacrificed...

..if you decide to blow up the train.

HE TRANSLATES INTO RUSSIAN

The Consul wants to know who you are.

He's Tommy Shelby.

You can take his word.

-Ada...

-Tommy...

HE GROANS

SHE STRAINS

Stop... Stop...

Ada, stop...

-SHE GRUNTS

-OK. OK...

Drive me to a hospital, Ada.

If I'm not conscious when I get there,

tell them I have a fractured skull,

concussion and internal bleeding.

-I think I may have haemorrhaged.

-Tommy!

-Ada, go on.

Be quick, cos I can't see. I can't fucking see...

-VOICE BREAKING:

-OK... OK...

HE PANTS

Except for you, Dad...

I can see you.

# On a gathering storm

# Comes a tall handsome man

# In a dusty black coat

# With a red right hand. #