Episode 6 Peaky Blinders

Factory break-in, you said. We should never have got into this.

On the night of June 21st, a general strike will be called

across the city.

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

-when we're done?

-We don't, but that's another business.

When this business is done, it will all be over...

And afterwards you and Arthur can begin your new life.

So there's three cellars underneath the house.

There's a tunnel here that runs from the house underneath

the river to an underground strong room.

We need our tunnel to run from here and hit the strong room direct.

I need to speak to you about the priest.

CHILDREN SCREAM AND LAUGH

GUNSHOTS

I will shoot him myself, Tommy.

I swear to God if my son pulls the trigger...

I will bring this whole organisation down around your ears.

This programme contains violent scenes and strong language

Welcome to the opening of the Grace Shelby Institute

for non-insured children of the poor.

I would very much like you to join me in thanking the man

that made the founding of this establishment actually possible.

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Mr Thomas Shelby.

APPLAUSE

AUDIENCE: SPEECH!

Come on! Speech!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Say it, Tom!

Say it, Tom!

I didn't come here today to make a speech, but I will say this,

these children are now safe.

In our care, they will be safe

because we are from the same cold streets as they are.

And, in our care, they won't be shipped away to the colonies,

or separated from kin,

or made to work for men in their various ways.

They will grow up here, at home,

loved.

In Birmingham.

Because this is our city.

By order of the Peaky Blinders!

AUDIENCE APPLAUDS

Now let us sing Immortal Invisible.

FAINT SINGING

You hear that, Grace?

DOOR OPENS

The absence of my invitation for this event

was obviously an oversight on your part, Mr Shelby.

But look, I have the keys.

I have allocated myself an office.

Just there, two doors in from the street.

It's the one that already has the stove

and the crucifixion on the window.

Mr Shelby?

It is the one that has the crucifixion on the window

in orange and red. That will be my office.

And I will take them to St Aloysius for confession.

You do understand that these keys

are part of our broader arrangement?

In the next 24 hours you will do exactly as you have been instructed.

You'll not deviate. You'll not fail.

Come on, little fellas!

Slow down.

CHILDREN LAUGH AND CHATTER

The, er...

The Lord Mayor would like you to come and eat cake

and drink some tea.

HE SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

Tommy says mingle and smile.

-It must be the trains.

-No Ruben?

Do you know any other guests from London not turned up?

Some, I think, yeah.

Pol, I'm paid by the company now so I have to talk to other people.

So you have moved from horses to automobiles in just four years!

When you ship to New York, you paying a higher dock duty.

You should consider coming with us through Boston.

I just spoke to Johnny Dogs. He said the tunnel's hit heavy clay.

-It's slowing him down.

-How long?

Two days before they hit the wall.

Tell him to dig a sink hole to drain the clay.

He asked if you could go down and have a look yourself, Tom.

-I told him wild horses wouldn't get you down.

-Mm.

Mr Shelby, I would just like to say that I wish I'd met your dear wife

before she was taken from us and I would like to allocate an hour a day

of each of my lady's time to make winter clothes for the little ones.

Speak to my secretary, Miss Stark, in the grey hat.

She knows my diary.

Fuck me, Tom, I don't know how you do it. Incoming!

-Mr Shelby?

-Yes!

Oh! Your little boy looks so much like you.

Yes. He's a little rascal, isn't he?!

Mr Shelby, would it be too inconvenient to steal you for a moment?

No. No. No inconvenience at all.

Tommy, I'm sorry. He wants you.

Aw! Come here, Charlie. Oh, little boy!

So lovely to see a man willing to hold his child in public.

From the members of Moseley War Widows' Institute...

made by Mr Winslow himself of Winslow Castings.

Look at that!

From a photograph of your horse that ran at the Derby.

Oh, that is very kind. Thank you very much.

-Grace's Secret.

-Thank you very much.

Would you mind holding it for us

so we can have a photograph for the gazette?

CHARLIE CRIES

Thank you very much.

-Thank you, Mr Shelby.

-Not at all.

-Thank you.

Thank you for your time, ladies. Thank you. Thank you for your time.

Thank you.

Where's Charles, Ada?

-I gave him to you.

-Where is he?

-I don't know.

Boys!

Have you seen Charlie?

Ain't seen him.

Hold on, he's playing, ain't he?!

Pol, where's Charles?

-Lizzie, where's Charlie?

-I don't know.

Where is he?

Back door. Kitchen.

Get to Blake Street where the cars are.

Tommy, someone said they saw a nurse take him through the back door.

-Fuck!

-Which?

-I don't know. Go!

HE SHOUTS

-Arthur!

-What?

Somebody saw a woman and a kid getting into a car.

Ah, fuck!

CHARLIE!

CHARLIE!

Charlie!

John!

-Where is he?

-John!

-Arthur!

-Go find Moss!

-Arthur, where is he?

-Junctions, block them all off.

-WHERE IS HE?

-Tell me.

-Someone took him.

All right...

Listen to me. They put him in a car.

They put him in a car. They drove south.

We've got road blocks and spotters.

-I'll set up shop. I'll put every man ...

-Yeah.

..on the junctions between here and Maypole.

-Yeah.

-Right?

-You do that.

You've got to go to the office.

-You've got to sit by the phone.

-Do that.

Whoever took him's going to call.

Polly!

Let's go, Pol. Stay by that phone. Me and John will cover the roads.

I need Michael at the Maypole junction.

We need Moss to block all the roads south.

Get me Moss.

Gone where?

HE THROWS THE PHONE DOWN

-Tommy.

-It's them.

-Who?

-It's fucking them.

Look, it might just be some random woman. Sometimes women go mad...

No, it's them.

Did you break the phone?

You broke the phone.

It's all right, we've got another phone.

-Tommy?

-Ada?

There's someone outside. A priest.

Stay here, Pol. Stay here. Don't do anything.

THUNDER RUMBLES

We have your son.

Get in the car.

First...

Is he safe?

Of course he's safe.

All children are dear to me.

You have all the cards.

Tell me what you want me to do and I will certainly do it.

You ever drive one of these beasts?

I am asking you to conduct business.

I borrowed it.

Lent it by a Lord...

for the duration of this business.

I will certainly do what you need me to do with no complaint.

We were forced into doing this awful thing.

We did warn you that your son would be in danger

if you deviated from the plan.

-It was you who made a mistake, you understand that?

-Yes.

What mistake did you make? Do you even know?

Tell me what you want me to do.

-You made a deal with our enemies.

-I will do what needs to be done.

You went behind our backs

to stop the Soviets from blowing up the train.

But it's all right. It's all right.

We've rectified your mistake.

You ask me, "What do I need to do?"

Well, here is what you need to do you fucking mongrel, ya...

Since the Bolsheviks will not be blowing up the train,

you'll blow up the train yourself.

It has always been about the explosion.

From the beginning.

The bang. The outrage.

Understand?

Those are notes and fragments for you to scatter in the wreckage

implicating named officials from the Soviet embassy.

-I will scatter them. It will be done.

-Good.

Our friends at the Times and the Daily Mail will do the rest.

And once the British Government cuts diplomatic relations

with the Soviet Union, that will be our mission accomplished.

You'll have been part of a fine adventure.

To help with the outrage we need people to die in the explosion.

How many?

Let's say...six.

Rail workers perhaps or men from the factory.

Then I want my son returned to me within an hour of the explosion.

Oh, it's conditions now, is it?

We need to fix the hand over in advance.

I haven't finished with you yet, Mr Shelby.

We also hear you're digging a tunnel.

Mining for precious stones under Wilderness House.

I'm told they have a Faberge in the strong room.

The Lilies of the Valley egg made in 1898.

One of the Odd Fellows has a wife who is obsessed with Faberge.

-He wants to give her the egg for her birthday.

-Then he will have it.

And the Economic League will take all of the jewels that you steal

to cover our considerable expenses.

The fight against Communism is not cheap, you know.

-So if you want to see your...

-I will give you all the jewels.

A bang first.

Then bring everything you have stolen to your office at dawn.

No.

No, I'll not be able to get the jewels to you by dawn.

The tunnel has hit clay.

If the St Andrew's clock strikes 5am on the night of the robbery

and we don't have everything we ask for,

the bell will be tolling for your boy.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Now get out of my fucking car.

THUNDER RUMBLES

-Where's Linda?

-With Esme.

Esme's waters broke. I was just with her.

-Running around fucking broke her waters.

-Where's Finn?

Out with the young 'uns looking for the Riley.

We couldn't reach him.

I need to know who spoke.

Our enemies know everything. Everything.

I need to know who spoke about business outside the family.

I need to know who spoke and who they spoke to. Now.

Tommy, listen.

Your wife, Arthur?

I am going to tell myself that you're, er...

you're not thinking straight.

Your mind is not clear.

Or Esme getting cash for cocaine, eh, John?

Fuck!

All of a sudden, back in the family, Ada. Eh?

That's a surprise. Out of the blue. On whose orders?

Tommy, this is not helping find him.

And you and your painter.

He said he knows you.

Things developed.

You talked.

If anyone has talked about the tunnel to anyone else,

I need to know, and I need to know this second.

-What about your clay kickers?

-Hmm.

Drunk in a pub.

-I trust those men with my life...

-More than you trust us.

Yeah. As of an hour ago, yes.

Where is Michael in this fucking line-up anyway?

-You leave Michael out of this...

-Yeah?

-No, he should be here.

I don't even fucking know him.

How long have you fucking known him? Fucking three years.

-He's not your whipping boy.

-I don't even fucking know the boy.

I never told Michael about the Lilies of the Valley.

The only people I told about the Faberge eggs are in this room.

Tommy, I want you to know I came back for love...

..and common sense.

And Esme's got no need for extra cash.

You bring my wife into this.

Means we speak when this business is done.

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

John, Arthur,

I need 50 sticks of BSA dynamite,

300 yards of cable

and six detonators by midday tomorrow.

This is evidence, I need you to scatter it.

We're blowing up a train, people are going to die.

DOOR CLOSES

Ruben and I talked about many things.

-But not that. Not ever.

-DOOR CLOSES

Tommy. I'm sorry I'm late. We looked everywhere.

All the way to Hay Mills. So, nothing.

Put four cans of petrol in the boot of my car and bring it round.

Put cigarettes and a lamp in the box.

And fetch Michael. I need him.

Ada told me he gave you red wine. DOOR CLOSES

I imagine you can't remember half what you talked about.

He was never interested in business.

He came to you at my wedding.

He pursued you, sought you out.

Why would an educated man of his standing do something like that?

You mean, to a woman like me?

Yes.

I've done the odds on all of you. Evens it's him.

There's another possibility. But evens, it's him.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

SNIFFLING

SHE SOBS

SHE SCREAMS

SLICING, CANVAS RIPS

MUSIC DROWNS SOUND

-MAN GROANS

-Bloody hell.

MEN GROAN

I asked you to come alone and unarmed.

Yeah, well, alone I ain't never going to do, am I?

As for the cane, don't worry about it.

That's just me sciatica.

It always plays up around the winter and the summer solstice.

What have you got for me, Alfie?

What you bring me out here for?

It's on the way to somewhere I need to be in a hurry.

ALFIE GRUNTS What have you got for me?

Well, seeing as you was prepared to pay such an exorbitant amount

for this information, I decided to give you value for money.

So, here are the names of all the men in England

whom I would approach, right, if I had a Faberge egg for sale.

Here you go.

And then, here is all the men on that list, you know,

who would buy the old Faberge egg

even if they knew that that item was stolen.

Yeah?

Then came your curious fucking gyppo question.

I won't ask, but, um...

Here's a list of the men who would buy a Faberge

because of their wives' obsession.

Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr Shelby.

Lovely doing business with you.

CANE TAPS ON GROUND

GUNS COCK

-You left a name off the list, Alfie.

-Did I?

-Yeah.

I've already spoken to my people in the jewellery quarter,

experienced dealers.

They tell me there are only three men in Britain

whose wives are obsessed with Faberge -

makes them good customers.

-But you missed the richest one off the list.

-Yeah, well...

If you knew already, how come you dragged me

-all the way out in the fucking oggin, mate?

-Two reasons.

Reason one.

By withholding a name that you most certainly know...

you have proven to me that you have done a deal with the Odd Fellows.

It was you who told them about the tunnel.

You who told them about the fucking deal with the Soviets.

Reason two.

The name of the man you're withholding must be my enemy

otherwise you wouldn't be protecting him.

He's now a man I can use.

Listen, sweetie, you can't take a man...

You gave information

in exchange for a share...

Tommy, there were things in that treasury

that God himself, he spoke to me, and he said,

"Alfie, you were meant to have these things."

-You crossed the line, Alfie.

-You fucking what?

-You crossed the line.

-"The line"?

They're using my boy!

Did you fucking know?

Yeah, I knew, you know?

But damned as I am, it made no fucking difference to me, mate.

GRUNTING

SCUFFLING

-Fucking hell, Tommy!

-GUN COCKS

GUNSHOT, WET SPLATTER

Oh, for crying out loud...! What the fuck is going on?

SCUFFLING

What is the matter with you, Tommy, eh?

-Eh? You gone fucking angry, ain't you.

-I got fucking angry...!

It's in your fucking head, mate!

-ALL SHOUT TOGETHER

-This bastard deserves it!

It's in your fucking head, mate!

I know this bastard deserves it!

I fucking know.

But if you kill him now, the truce with the London outfits

-will be blown to fucking pieces, all right?

-Michael...Michael...

Don't worry about that truce, kid, right, because it fell apart.

You've got nothing to worry about

when it comes to the old, scary London boys.

Which fucking side are you on, Alfie?!

I don't give a fuck right now, kid! Right?

I do not want him to "spare" me because of some fucking peace pact!

I want him to acknowledge that his anger is un-fucking-justified!

I want him to acknowledge

that he who fights by the sword,

he fucking dies by it, Tommy.

So, what, they took your boy, did they, yeah?

They've got your boy?

And what fucking line am I supposed to have crossed?!

How many fathers, right?

How many sons, yeah, have you cut, killed, murdered?

Fucking butchered - innocent and guilty.

Just sent them straight to fucking hell, ain't ya?! Just like me!

You fucking stand there...

You judging me?!

Stand there and talk to me about crossing some FUCKING LINE?!

If you pull that trigger, right,

you pull that trigger for a fucking honourable reason.

Like an honourable man, not like some fucking civilian

that does not understand

the wicked way of our world, mate.

Look, Tommy,

the killing of Alfie Solomons is not going to help.

It'll be very bad for business.

Michael...

Go and call Inspector Moss.

Tell him it's Palmer.

Well said, Alfie.

Well said.

HE GRUMBLES

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-I did not know about your boy, though.

-I know.

I saw.

HINGES CREAK

Hello?

GUN SAFETY CLICKS

Good Lord...

Polly...

Why didn't you come?

I was going to get on the train last night, but then I...

I realised I simply wasn't ready to enter your world.

-Good God, I'm shaking...

-Good.

But now, I am ready. I have been searching all night for you.

Polly, whatever you've been told, it's not true.

HE GASPS

HE PANTS

The painting was wrong.

She was too sure of herself.

And I'm not.

Not any more...

I can paint another.

SHE SOBS

Oh, Polly...

SHE SIGHS

(Oh, Polly...)

What the fuck am I doing?

I want a dull life.

I want you. I want you.

I want you.

I want you to paint me in a dress that I bought in a shop.

We have a life?

I think so.

THEY CHUCKLE

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

I demand to see my solicitor! I have a right to have him here!

Gilbert Palmer, I want to talk to you about a missing kid.

We are Peaky Blinders.

Where is he?

-Deep breath.

-HE WHIMPERS

-CRUNCHING, HE YELLS

-Where is he?

CAR APPROACHES

BRAKES SQUEAK

ENGINE STOPS

-Johnny!

-Tommy?

What the fuck are you doing here, Tommy?

They've taken my boy, Johnny. Everything's fucking changed.

I have to get the hole dug before midnight or he's gone.

Do you hear me?

Are you not going after Charles yourself?

Tommy?!

TOMMY PANTS

HE GRUNTS

SCRAPING

HE SHOVELS AND SCRAPES

HE SNIFFS

I was, um...

This morning, I was on the road with Tommy.

I killed a man.

He needed cover. I was all he had.

So, what did he give you?

He said it was good for close range.

You're better with my Smith & Wesson.

No, no. This is mine now.

Feels part of me hand.

Where'd you hit him?

I hit him in the side of the head.

How was you when he went down?

Tommy said I did all right.

This is where we think Charles is being held.

They're not expecting nobody,

so...he should be alone.

There's two good men there.

You do what they say.

But I fire the bullet, all right?

Yes, you can be there.

But it's better if they do it.

See, these are experienced men, Michael.

When you're sure the kid's safe...

..you call Finn.

All right.

Come on, boys.

Ah, hello there.

There you go. How's that?

You'd like a spoon, a shiny spoon?

Do you want to hold the spoon, there?

WET CRUNCHING AND SCRAPING, GRUNTING

WET SLOPPING

FURNACES BLAZE, HAMMERING, CHATTER

All out, boys!

Wildcat strike!

CHEERING, TOOLS CLATTER

This locomotive...

..couples in 15 minutes.

If we do not hear word by ten o'clock...

..we blow it up.

There's men on board, Arthur.

Yeah.

Six men on board, Charlie.

Driver,

stoker...

Four men I hand-picked meself.

Me and John picked those men.

So, it's me and John who pull the switch.

The rest of you men can go home.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

WET CRUNCHING AND SCRAPING

Tommy! Tommy!

He's got the shakes, help me with him.

HE GROANS

Get him out. Get him out!

OK. Bringing him through.

We need to move! Now!

WET SCRAPING

STEAM HISSES

LOCOMOTIVE RUMBLES

MACHINERY CLANKS

BRAKES SCREECH

CLANKING

You wait here.

I'll do the killing.

That's a fucking order.

CRUNCHING, HE GRUNTS

You move too fast, Thomas!

PATTERING

CREAKING AND GROANING

DEEP RUMBLING GROANS

DEEP CREAKING

We need more timber!

Make it safe. I'll go on.

Thomas, it's too fucking wet! It's sludge!

Make it fucking safe and I'll go on!

OK.

CLANGING

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

RAGGED BREATHING

CHILD SHOUTS NEARBY >

COCKS GUN

HE PANTS

What do you think you're doing, boy?

GUN CLICKS

Please, don't...

Please don't shoot...

-CHILD CRIES NEARBY

-Please, don't shoot.

Please, don't. Please...

EXPLOSION

MASONRY PATTERS

CLATTERING

MICHAEL GROANS

You rat!

What do you think you're doing, eh?

MICHAEL YELLS

Do you know who you're fucking messing with?!

GRIP TIGHTENS, HE CHOKES

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

We don't have much time.

I'll take the fucking life from ya, will I?

RUMBLING AND CLANKING

Let's go!

TOMMY GROANS

You're a gypsy bastard.

SLICING, HE YELLS

SLICING, THEY YELL

HE SCREAMS

TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS

TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTS

Who wants to be in heaven, eh?

Who want to be in heaven when you can be sending men to fucking hell?

-HE LAUGHS

-Hey...

I'll do it, Arthur.

Eh?

I'll do it.

-No!

-HUGHES PANTS

-I will take him.

-NO!

This bastard's mine!

Go call Finn!

RUMBLING AND CLANKING

I told Tommy I'll do it.

So, I'll do it.

WET SLICING, MICHAEL YELLS

WET SPLURTING

HE PANTS

TELEPHONE RINGS

-SHOUTING:

-Arthur, wait!

Charlie's safe!

LOUD CLANKING EXPLOSION

CREAKING, RENDING METAL

CRASHING, GLASS SMASHES

DEBRIS CRASHES

LOUD EXPLOSION

GLASS SHATTERS

MACHINERY CLANKS QUIETLY

HE SIGHS, JANGLING

HE GRUNTS

CLATTERING, CHARLIE LAUGHS

-It's all right.

-CHARLIE MURMURS

FIRES CRACKLE

CHARLIE CRIES

HE GRIZZLES

ALL FUSS AND COO, CHARLIE CRIES

WHIRRING

Let me speak to him.

CHARLIE BABBLES INDISTINCTLY Charlie?

CHARLIE BABBLES

Hello, Charlie.

Can you hear me?

CHARLIE BABBLES

Yeah.

Yeah, you go to bed.

Good boy.

HE SIGHS

HE SOBS QUIETLY

HE EXHALES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Where the hell have you been?

I've been out in Maypole.

There's been some trouble.

I can't stay.

You can't stay?

Tommy needs my help.

Family business.

-No, no... Please...

-I'm sorry.

Please...

-Where is he?

-He's upstairs.

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH THROUGHOUT

Mr Shelby, this is Monsieur Silk.

He's here on behalf of the Parisian buyers.

He needs to verify the value.

It was a pleasure doing business with you these past few months.

You would never steal from your family, would you?

The collection was mostly my mother's anyway.

It is more mine than theirs.

And they would never have sold it.

-They would have wasted it on a lost cause.

-You needed a tunnel.

I need your signature to make this sale legal.

Confirmed.

The original Duke Alexander Petrovich's collection.

To raise a legal bill of sale and get this across the border,

I need authorisation signed by yourself

in the family name in my presence.

As we agreed. Half for the tunnel.

Half for the signature.

Where will you go?

Vienna.

There's a man waiting for me.

HE SCOFFS (Poor man.)

You?

Birmingham.

I'm going to buy a racehorse.

Have it trained.

Also...£5,000 for the sex.

SHE EXHALES

CRASHING

And five for helping you through the grief of losing your wife.

CLUNKING

You didn't even come close.

-SILK CLEARS HIS THROAT

-The...papers are in order.

Now I just need your signature for the provenance.

Of course. I have a pen...

GUN CLICKS

GUNSHOT, WET SPLATTER

SLUMPING

At home, these jewels saw way worse.

That's why they are all cursed.

As are we...

Mr Shelby.

If you're ever in Vienna, look me up.

HE SIGHS WEARILY

DOOR OPENS

Yes, yes!

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR CLOSES

Before I begin...

..I want you to let you know I made a mistake.

I made a mistake...

..and I want to apologise to all of you.

Arthur,

you warned me against getting involved in Russian business...

..and you were right.

Hm.

I doubted your wife.

For that, I'm sorry.

Linda, I've added 3,000 here in the hope you will forgive me.

Apology accepted.

Esme, I doubted you, as well.

Now, John's got innocent lives on his conscience.

-Ordinary working men...

-Yeah, all right, Esme. Got it...

No, she's right.

And you and Arthur are going to have to share that burden.

But, I hope the house that you could buy with this

can become a place of...

..contemplation.

Perhaps redemption.

Charlie, for lost tools dangerous goods

and Curly's wise words.

Johnny, for board and lodgings.

Lizzie...

Michael.

For the killings.

THUD!

Five for cutting and five for shooting.

-No, Tommy, no...

-What?!

Tell me, eh?

This is who I am!

And this is all I can give you for what you give me.

For your hearts and your souls.

Yesterday, I nearly lost my son.

You should fucking understand that.

For what?

For what? For this? KNOCKS ON THE DESK

For this...?! HE SCOFFS

And I know that you all want me to say that I'll change,

that this fucking business will change.

But I've learnt something in the last few days.

Those bastards. Those BASTARDS...

..are worse than us.

Politicians, fucking judges,

lords and ladies. They're WORSE than us,

and they will never admit us to their palaces,

no matter how legitimate we become...

..because of who we are.

Because of who we fucking are, because of where we're fucking from.

Isn't that right, Ada?

Our Ada knows.

She got smart about revolution.

And she knows you have to get what you want your own way.

Lizzie, I want it known, that money

was for you because, some nights, it was you...

..who stopped my heart from breaking. No-one else.

And the rest of you, you took the King's shilling.

You took the King's fucking shilling.

When you take the King's shilling,

the King expects you to kill.

Right, Arthur?

Yeah.

That's how it works, right, John?

That's right.

That's right, Pol.

That's fucking right.

Tommy...

You've had a bad time.

We understand.

So, at an alternative time...

..when we have all recovered...

..I would like

to put before the family

an alternative view...

..of the future of the Shelby Company Limited.

A more hopeful view.

BABY CRIES

Which I, for one, would quite like to hear.

-As would I.

-BABY GRIZZLES

As would I.

-LINDA:

-Come on, Arthur.

The train for the dock leaves in one hour...

..then we'll get the boat to New York

and it'll all be in the past.

EARNEST PATTING

HE PATS

HE STUMBLES FOR WORDS SILENTLY

I'll be off, then, Tom.

ARTHUR SNIFFS

I'll see you, eh?

I'll see you, brother.

HE SNIFFS

JOHN SNIFFLES

Bye, Curly.

You can go, but you won't get far, Arthur.

Ah...

All right, Tom.

I spoke to Moss last night.

He told me that the Chief Constable of Birmingham

has issued a warrant for your arrest.

Murder,

sedition,

conspiracy to cause explosion.

John, they're coming for you, as well.

Murder.

Conspiracy to cause explosion.

-Michael...

-What the fuck?

..the murder of Hughes. CARS APPROACH, DOG BARKS

Polly...

Wait a minute, what the fuck are you talking ab...?

..the murder of Chief Inspector Chester Campbell. BANGING ON DOOR, SHOUTING

-Why didn't you fucking tell us?

-The people we betrayed last night want to bring us down...

They control the police, they control the judges,

they control the juries, they control the jails. WHISTLE BLOWS, BANGING

But they do not control the elected Government.

-Listen to me!

-Why didn't you tell us before?!

-You're my brother!

-Listen to me...

So, I've made a deal...

-They'll hang us!

-..in return for giving evidence against them.

-We'll fucking hang!

-It's all taken care of. BANGING, COMMOTION

Lizzie, collect up the money and bring it to the cellar.

You will all get your money in due course.

When the police get in, do not resist.

-You go with them, you do not say anything...

-Arthur!

Arthur, I've made a deal

-with people even more powerful than our enemies.

-Arthur!

Trust me, Brother.

Eh? SCREAMING, COMMOTION

Trust me?

-Linda! Linda...

-You did this deliberately!

You made this happen to keep us!

Come here. Come here.

All I know, we run.

We have to run.

SHOUTING, COMMOTION

SHOUTING

FUCK YOU!

# Once again

# I'm in trouble with my only friend

# She is papering the window panes

# She is putting on a smile

# Living in a glass house

# Well, of course, I'd like to sit around and chat

# Well, of course, I'd like to stay and chew the fat

# Well, of course, I'd like to sit around and chat

# But someone's listening in. #

CAR ENGINES FADE

CLOCK TICKS

BIRDSONG

# On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man

# In a dusty, black coat with a red right hand. #