0:00:02 > 0:00:06This programme contains some violent scenes and strong language from the start
0:00:06 > 0:00:08We're in the middle of a vendetta. We need Luca Changretta dead!
0:00:08 > 0:00:11- We used to come here.- Who?- Some girl before France. What is that you want?
0:00:11 > 0:00:14I want you to help my son achieve his ambition.
0:00:14 > 0:00:16- What do you have?- Another enemy.
0:00:16 > 0:00:20Arthur Shelby killed her son in a boxing ring.
0:00:20 > 0:00:22There's 15 Italians out there.
0:00:22 > 0:00:24There's 13, I just killed two of them.
0:00:24 > 0:00:26The boy in the hospital's out of bounds.
0:00:26 > 0:00:28And I'll ask you to spare Finn and Arthur.
0:00:28 > 0:00:30In return for what?
0:00:30 > 0:00:32Tommy Shelby.
0:00:41 > 0:00:42Tom.
0:00:52 > 0:00:54Good morning, Mrs Ross.
0:00:56 > 0:00:58Have a seat.
0:01:04 > 0:01:08Thank you for seeing me, Mr Shelby. I know how busy you are.
0:01:09 > 0:01:11How can I help you?
0:01:13 > 0:01:17Well, you see, tomorrow would have been my son's 21st birthday...
0:01:18 > 0:01:20..had he lived.
0:01:21 > 0:01:23And I'm having a bit of a thing -
0:01:23 > 0:01:27just sandwiches and beer and looking at old photos.
0:01:29 > 0:01:31And, as a gesture...
0:01:32 > 0:01:35..I thought I would invite your brother, Arthur.
0:01:40 > 0:01:42A gesture of what, Mrs Ross?
0:01:47 > 0:01:48Not exactly forgiveness.
0:01:50 > 0:01:51But something like that.
0:01:53 > 0:01:57And also it's a way of saying thank you to the Shelby family
0:01:57 > 0:02:02for helping me and my children get by since the death of my Edward.
0:02:04 > 0:02:06That's very kind of you.
0:02:07 > 0:02:09That's very kind.
0:02:09 > 0:02:10I will let Arthur know.
0:02:11 > 0:02:13It'll be at my house at midday.
0:02:14 > 0:02:16He should come at midday.
0:02:17 > 0:02:19Your house, midday tomorrow, all right.
0:02:20 > 0:02:22One of us will be there.
0:02:23 > 0:02:25It ought to be Arthur.
0:02:32 > 0:02:33Goodbye, Mrs Ross.
0:02:35 > 0:02:37FOOTSTEPS RETREAT
0:02:43 > 0:02:46MUSIC: Snake Oil by Foals
0:03:24 > 0:03:28All right, at midday today, Arthur will be here.
0:03:28 > 0:03:3047 Artillery Square.
0:03:31 > 0:03:34- Like a goat tied up for the fucking tiger, eh, Arthur?- Yeah, right.
0:03:37 > 0:03:39Dear Lord, forgive me.
0:03:39 > 0:03:41But vengeance is forthcoming...
0:03:42 > 0:03:44..and long overdue.
0:03:46 > 0:03:50Right. There are two ways into Artillery Square.
0:03:50 > 0:03:53One here, the towpath, and here, Navigation Street.
0:03:53 > 0:03:54Finn, take a rifle.
0:03:56 > 0:03:59You'll be here, Finn, covering the towpath.
0:03:59 > 0:04:02Most likely, they'll come down Navigation Street.
0:04:02 > 0:04:06Johnny and Isaiah will set up here as hawkers, selling stolen pork.
0:04:06 > 0:04:09- When you get the signal from me, you can open fire.- From you, eh?
0:04:09 > 0:04:12Yep, I'll be here, in a window, overlooking.
0:04:12 > 0:04:14You still know what end the bullets come out of, Tom?
0:04:14 > 0:04:16ALL LAUGH
0:04:16 > 0:04:18He knows.
0:04:18 > 0:04:21But these men are coming for my brother,
0:04:21 > 0:04:25believing him to be unarmed and unprotected.
0:04:27 > 0:04:29So, this is my fucking business.
0:04:29 > 0:04:30Arthur, let's go.
0:04:32 > 0:04:33Keep alive, soldier.
0:04:38 > 0:04:39DOOR OPENS
0:04:41 > 0:04:43Just put them on the table.
0:05:17 > 0:05:19Buy yourself bacon here, ribs,
0:05:19 > 0:05:21cheek and tongue!
0:05:21 > 0:05:23Plenty of trotter.
0:05:23 > 0:05:26Ribs, tongue and cheek, huh?
0:05:49 > 0:05:50Mr Shelby.
0:05:54 > 0:05:56I'm glad you could come.
0:05:59 > 0:06:01Thank you for the invitation.
0:06:02 > 0:06:03So...
0:06:05 > 0:06:07I don't allow firearms in the house.
0:06:09 > 0:06:14It's a good thing I'm not carrying a firearm, then, ain't it, Mrs Ross.
0:06:14 > 0:06:16Do you mind if I check?
0:06:18 > 0:06:20No.
0:06:32 > 0:06:33Come in.
0:06:44 > 0:06:47Take a seat.
0:06:47 > 0:06:51Would you like some tea while we wait, Mr Shelby?
0:06:52 > 0:06:53What are we waiting for?
0:06:55 > 0:06:57The other guests.
0:07:01 > 0:07:03TEAPOT SHAKES
0:07:05 > 0:07:07Threepence for the four, huh? >
0:07:14 > 0:07:15VEHICLE APPROACHES
0:07:17 > 0:07:19HE WHISTLES
0:08:17 > 0:08:19WATER SPLASHES
0:08:21 > 0:08:23So, where are these other guests?
0:08:25 > 0:08:27They will be here very soon.
0:08:32 > 0:08:36But in the meantime, there are some things I want to say...
0:08:40 > 0:08:42..before they get here.
0:08:45 > 0:08:47By all means.
0:08:50 > 0:08:55I've heard stories that you have welcomed Jesus into your life.
0:08:55 > 0:08:56I have indeed.
0:08:58 > 0:09:02At the beseeching of your wife... who they say is a good woman.
0:09:04 > 0:09:07She is my shining light.
0:09:07 > 0:09:09Though her mother, by all accounts, was not.
0:09:12 > 0:09:17Do you think your repentance will mean you are forgiven of your sins?
0:09:19 > 0:09:25We both know that forgiveness is out of my hands.
0:09:27 > 0:09:30I mean, for murdering my son.
0:09:30 > 0:09:32That was a sporting accident.
0:09:35 > 0:09:39Because I have not yet found it in my heart to forgive you.
0:09:41 > 0:09:43And don't think I ever will.
0:09:46 > 0:09:51Well, then, why have you invited me here today?
0:09:52 > 0:09:53Hm?
0:09:59 > 0:10:00Off you go now.
0:10:02 > 0:10:04Why am I here, Mrs Ross?
0:10:08 > 0:10:11Why did you invite me here today?
0:10:24 > 0:10:26BOLT CLACKS
0:10:33 > 0:10:34Too late to back out now! >
0:10:34 > 0:10:37MEN CHATTER
0:10:56 > 0:10:58- Now, Johnny, fire!- Move!
0:10:58 > 0:10:59GUNSHOTS
0:11:05 > 0:11:07It's a fucking decoy...
0:11:07 > 0:11:08Bring the car round! Now!
0:11:19 > 0:11:20What are you doing?
0:11:20 > 0:11:22SCUFFLING
0:11:23 > 0:11:24GUNSHOT
0:11:24 > 0:11:27- HE GROANS - Oh, shit!
0:11:31 > 0:11:32Arthur!
0:11:32 > 0:11:34Arthur!
0:11:34 > 0:11:35They're not here for you!
0:11:35 > 0:11:37It must be Michael!
0:11:38 > 0:11:40You...!
0:11:42 > 0:11:44You set me up, eh?
0:11:44 > 0:11:46- You set me up! - SHE WHIMPERS
0:11:46 > 0:11:47Unarmed.
0:11:49 > 0:11:52- Arthur, you need to get to the hospital now!- Fuck off!
0:11:52 > 0:11:54SHE WHIMPERS
0:11:54 > 0:11:56HE GROWLS
0:11:57 > 0:12:00If your faith is real,
0:12:00 > 0:12:03I've got other kids.
0:12:12 > 0:12:13CRASHING
0:12:17 > 0:12:18If you're here in one hour,
0:12:18 > 0:12:20I swear to God...
0:12:22 > 0:12:28..I will cover you in tar and fucking feathers.
0:12:32 > 0:12:34Come on, Finn, let's go!
0:12:34 > 0:12:36SHE SOBS
0:12:43 > 0:12:45HE GRUNTS
0:12:52 > 0:12:53Uh-uh-uh...
0:12:54 > 0:12:56Where I'm from,
0:12:56 > 0:12:59a hat on the bed's unlucky.
0:13:03 > 0:13:05My family...
0:13:07 > 0:13:09..say it brings death.
0:13:11 > 0:13:12Maybe...
0:13:13 > 0:13:16..maybe that's what happened...
0:13:16 > 0:13:20Last time my man was sent for you, you got lucky.
0:13:26 > 0:13:28Now...
0:13:33 > 0:13:35..your luck's run out.
0:13:38 > 0:13:40HE PRAYS SOFTLY
0:13:42 > 0:13:44HE PANTS
0:13:44 > 0:13:46EMPTY CLICK
0:13:51 > 0:13:53CLICKS
0:13:55 > 0:13:57CLICKS
0:13:59 > 0:14:00CLICKS
0:14:07 > 0:14:09And tell your mother...
0:14:12 > 0:14:13..we have a deal.
0:14:29 > 0:14:30Come here.
0:14:30 > 0:14:32GUNSHOT
0:14:32 > 0:14:34Michael?
0:14:34 > 0:14:35What happened, eh? What happened?
0:14:35 > 0:14:38They heard you, er, heard you coming.
0:14:38 > 0:14:40The gun misfired.
0:14:40 > 0:14:41They ran away.
0:14:41 > 0:14:42Johnny!
0:14:44 > 0:14:46You came just in time.
0:14:46 > 0:14:48You all right? You all right?
0:14:48 > 0:14:50Yeah, I'm fine.
0:14:50 > 0:14:52Fine.
0:15:02 > 0:15:03DOOR OPENS
0:15:03 > 0:15:05Oi! Get out!
0:15:11 > 0:15:13Small Heath, 333.
0:15:15 > 0:15:17Charlie.
0:15:17 > 0:15:19Listen, Bonnie Gold will be calling in four minutes.
0:15:19 > 0:15:22Tell him the Italians are on the road south.
0:15:22 > 0:15:25A Rolls-Royce. Maybe two. Black.
0:15:25 > 0:15:28Tell him to expect a full complement of men.
0:15:28 > 0:15:30We inflicted no casualties.
0:15:30 > 0:15:32I said, we inflicted no fucking casualties.
0:15:32 > 0:15:34REPLACES RECEIVER
0:15:37 > 0:15:39HE EXHALES
0:16:11 > 0:16:13There's been an accident.
0:16:14 > 0:16:18- Why don't you move it out of the way?- What?
0:16:20 > 0:16:24I said, why don't you clear it, so that we can get past?
0:16:24 > 0:16:25What's that accent?
0:16:26 > 0:16:28We're Americans.
0:16:28 > 0:16:30We're here on business.
0:16:30 > 0:16:32Well, you're going to have to wait.
0:16:32 > 0:16:34Jesus Christ...
0:16:34 > 0:16:37We waited for you fucking Yanks until 1918.
0:16:38 > 0:16:41- It'll be clear in 20 minutes, all right?- Yeah, all right.
0:16:41 > 0:16:43Thank you, Officer.
0:16:43 > 0:16:45Thank... Fucking hell.
0:16:52 > 0:16:54Talking about the war.
0:16:56 > 0:16:58Everything here is about the war.
0:17:11 > 0:17:14Right, come on, let's go move it ourselves. Fucking idiots!
0:17:25 > 0:17:27What's this? Whose wagon is that?
0:17:27 > 0:17:29They're gypsies.
0:17:29 > 0:17:31A tribe of fucking gypsies.
0:17:33 > 0:17:35- Well, we can move it...- Hey.
0:17:36 > 0:17:39I said, it will be clear in 20 minutes.
0:17:40 > 0:17:42Let's go.
0:17:43 > 0:17:45We'll find another way out of here.
0:17:51 > 0:17:53Go.
0:17:53 > 0:17:54Get us the fuck out of here!
0:17:55 > 0:17:57Come on, fucking move!
0:18:00 > 0:18:02Make a fucking move!
0:18:04 > 0:18:06GUNSHOTS
0:18:27 > 0:18:30Put the guns down! Put the guns down!
0:18:32 > 0:18:34GUNSHOT
0:18:34 > 0:18:35HE GRUNTS
0:18:45 > 0:18:46- MICHAEL:- He spared me.
0:18:49 > 0:18:52He said, "Tell your mum that we have a deal."
0:18:55 > 0:18:57What deal?
0:18:58 > 0:19:02Just be you and me going to Australia, Michael.
0:19:02 > 0:19:03Think about that.
0:19:03 > 0:19:05What deal, Mum?
0:19:05 > 0:19:08What deal did you make with Luca Changretta?
0:19:18 > 0:19:19A deal to spare your life.
0:19:23 > 0:19:24In return for what?
0:19:30 > 0:19:32Men don't have the strategic intelligence
0:19:32 > 0:19:34to conduct a war between families.
0:19:36 > 0:19:39Men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lies.
0:19:41 > 0:19:43You've agreed to give up Tommy...
0:19:45 > 0:19:47..to save my life.
0:19:49 > 0:19:51You never forgave him, did you?
0:19:55 > 0:19:56We're out of our league.
0:20:00 > 0:20:01No.
0:20:03 > 0:20:04No, we don't do that to our own.
0:20:04 > 0:20:07Think - if it wasn't for me,
0:20:07 > 0:20:10you'd be smoke blowing out of a mortuary chimney.
0:20:10 > 0:20:11Think about that.
0:20:35 > 0:20:37Nah, two.
0:20:37 > 0:20:39We killed two.
0:20:43 > 0:20:44You also shot a copper.
0:20:44 > 0:20:46Shot in the arm.
0:20:46 > 0:20:47With purpose.
0:20:47 > 0:20:49There's a copper on the floor,
0:20:49 > 0:20:51the Stratford Constabulary will swarm all over it.
0:20:53 > 0:20:56The copper's alive - got a description of the Italians.
0:20:56 > 0:20:59The Italians will be forced underground.
0:20:59 > 0:21:01We're gypsies.
0:21:01 > 0:21:03We're already underground.
0:21:09 > 0:21:13You, yourself, inflicted no casualties this end, so...
0:21:15 > 0:21:17You know, Mr Shelby...
0:21:19 > 0:21:22..maybe you've been pushing pieces of paper around too long.
0:21:23 > 0:21:25Luca Changretta got away.
0:21:26 > 0:21:28You let him get away.
0:21:28 > 0:21:32When our paths cross, I won't be so careless.
0:21:34 > 0:21:37And when will your paths cross?
0:21:37 > 0:21:38Soon.
0:22:18 > 0:22:20If Her Majesty smells of paraffin,
0:22:20 > 0:22:23it's because my old lamp is smoking for want of fuel.
0:22:23 > 0:22:26Times are hard, in case you hadn't noticed.
0:22:26 > 0:22:28I hope your insistence that I take a boat,
0:22:28 > 0:22:30rather than a cab, from the station,
0:22:30 > 0:22:31wasn't purely for your own amusement.
0:22:31 > 0:22:34No. For the avoidance of death or kidnap.
0:22:34 > 0:22:38And by boat, you get to see the nicer parts of a city.
0:22:38 > 0:22:40You're in The Garrison now, so you'll be all right. This way.
0:22:43 > 0:22:45Morning, Lady Carleton.
0:22:45 > 0:22:47I'm not a lady.
0:22:49 > 0:22:50Too right, you're not.
0:22:52 > 0:22:56For shoeing, stabling, feed, and two hours a day in the gallops.
0:22:57 > 0:22:59Did you think of a name?
0:22:59 > 0:23:02Yes. Dangerous.
0:23:03 > 0:23:05Dangerous, eh?
0:23:05 > 0:23:08A horse called Dangerous won the Epsom Derby in 1833.
0:23:08 > 0:23:09So, I stole the name.
0:23:09 > 0:23:11- I thought you'd approve. - LIGHTER CLICKS
0:23:13 > 0:23:17- You should visit her.- If I leave Small Heath, I'll be shot dead.
0:23:18 > 0:23:20Anyway, I'm busy.
0:23:20 > 0:23:22Well, the good news is your horse is the fastest filly
0:23:22 > 0:23:24that I've ever ridden.
0:23:25 > 0:23:28These are her registration papers.
0:23:28 > 0:23:30Ready for your signature.
0:23:37 > 0:23:38So, is this why you came here?
0:23:40 > 0:23:41All this way, in person.
0:23:43 > 0:23:45For my fucking signature?
0:23:50 > 0:23:52You've lost your wife...
0:23:54 > 0:23:55..and now your brother, too.
0:23:57 > 0:23:59I thought it would make you different.
0:24:02 > 0:24:04But it doesn't seem to change you.
0:24:04 > 0:24:06Nothing seems to change you.
0:24:08 > 0:24:10DOOR OPENS
0:24:10 > 0:24:13The end-of-year accounts for the Grace Shelby Institute, Mr Shelby.
0:24:13 > 0:24:15Begging pardon, madam.
0:24:15 > 0:24:17I've already signed off on those, Lizzie.
0:24:18 > 0:24:20What do you think of his shirt?
0:24:20 > 0:24:22He's having them made in London.
0:24:22 > 0:24:23I'm not sure about them.
0:24:23 > 0:24:25All right, Lizzie, thank you.
0:24:25 > 0:24:29But, you know, sometimes he sees something glamorous and expensive
0:24:29 > 0:24:31and he just can't resist it. He's so weak.
0:24:34 > 0:24:37Actually, speaking of the Grace Shelby Foundation...
0:24:37 > 0:24:39..I'd like to make a donation.
0:24:40 > 0:24:42SHE CLEARS THROAT
0:24:42 > 0:24:45I'll leave it blank.
0:24:45 > 0:24:46You can decide how much, Mr Shelby.
0:24:50 > 0:24:53Then, perhaps, Lizzie...?
0:24:53 > 0:24:57You can pop to the bank and pay it in for me.
0:25:02 > 0:25:04That'll be all, Lizzie, thank you.
0:25:14 > 0:25:15Drink?
0:25:15 > 0:25:17No, thank you.
0:25:21 > 0:25:23Did you pack an overnight bag?
0:25:26 > 0:25:27No.
0:25:29 > 0:25:31Pity.
0:25:31 > 0:25:32Why?
0:25:32 > 0:25:35Well, because 25 minutes ago,
0:25:35 > 0:25:38the Birmingham branch of the Train Drivers' Union
0:25:38 > 0:25:41called a wildcat strike in support of the coalminers.
0:25:43 > 0:25:45No trains to London until tomorrow.
0:25:45 > 0:25:47It wasn't in any of the papers.
0:25:47 > 0:25:49That's why they call it a wildcat.
0:25:49 > 0:25:51No-one knows.
0:25:51 > 0:25:53Apart from you, of course.
0:25:53 > 0:25:54Your city.
0:25:56 > 0:25:59So, where will I stay in your city?
0:25:59 > 0:26:02I'll be free at four. I could meet you then.
0:26:02 > 0:26:03Meet and do what?
0:26:07 > 0:26:08I will pour you some gin...
0:26:10 > 0:26:14..that I make myself, from my father's recipe.
0:26:15 > 0:26:18Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness.
0:26:20 > 0:26:22Going to put that on the label.
0:26:22 > 0:26:24I'll book myself a room.
0:26:24 > 0:26:26Already done. The Midland. A suite.
0:26:26 > 0:26:28I stay there myself sometimes.
0:26:28 > 0:26:31Sometimes it's where you stay.
0:26:35 > 0:26:37But not tonight, it would seem.
0:26:41 > 0:26:43Well, since I'm stuck here, maybe I should try your gin.
0:26:46 > 0:26:48Four o'clock, then.
0:26:48 > 0:26:49Where?
0:26:53 > 0:26:55I'll find you.
0:27:02 > 0:27:04What the fuck was that about, Lizzie, eh?
0:27:04 > 0:27:06Have a guess.
0:27:06 > 0:27:10You know what, I can't even guess any more. I'll be back at four.
0:27:10 > 0:27:12Why is she still here?
0:27:12 > 0:27:14Something to do with the coalminers, apparently.
0:27:21 > 0:27:22Today is your lucky day, sir.
0:27:22 > 0:27:24Give you three to one on Raging Robbers.
0:27:24 > 0:27:26Come on, gents, get your bets on!
0:27:34 > 0:27:36PHONE RINGS
0:27:36 > 0:27:37Small Heath, 552.
0:27:37 > 0:27:38Mrs Gray...
0:27:40 > 0:27:43..I wanted to illustrate to you
0:27:43 > 0:27:46that, at any time, we can reach your son.
0:27:50 > 0:27:52And we will kill your son...
0:27:53 > 0:27:58..if you cannot deliver Tommy Shelby as you promised, huh?
0:28:03 > 0:28:06You just tell us where and when.
0:28:06 > 0:28:08And we'll do the rest.
0:28:11 > 0:28:12SHE GASPS
0:28:26 > 0:28:27Where is he?
0:28:27 > 0:28:29Fucking.
0:28:29 > 0:28:31- Fucking what?- Fucking her.
0:28:36 > 0:28:40- £10,000?- She left it blank. So, I filled it in for her.
0:28:42 > 0:28:45What's Tommy's diary looking like for the rest of the week?
0:28:45 > 0:28:47Fuck Tommy and his cock and his gin...
0:28:48 > 0:28:50..and his stuck-up whore.
0:28:52 > 0:28:55I saved this. Read my leaves, Pol.
0:28:55 > 0:28:58You haven't done my leaves in ages.
0:28:58 > 0:29:00I haven't done anyone's leaves for ages.
0:29:01 > 0:29:03OK.
0:29:04 > 0:29:05Pour.
0:29:10 > 0:29:12Swirl the teacup.
0:29:14 > 0:29:16Think about the man you love.
0:29:16 > 0:29:18Fuck him.
0:29:18 > 0:29:21Think about your white wedding gown.
0:29:25 > 0:29:28Now, pour the tea back into the pot.
0:29:29 > 0:29:32OK, I'll read your tea leaves,
0:29:32 > 0:29:35if you go and get Tommy's diary.
0:29:55 > 0:29:58See if Tommy's got a free afternoon in the next seven days.
0:30:01 > 0:30:03Friday.
0:30:03 > 0:30:06Now, read my future and make it fucking good.
0:30:06 > 0:30:09Make sure he keeps it free.
0:30:10 > 0:30:13- Just read my leaves, Pol. - I already have.
0:30:15 > 0:30:17Plain as day.
0:30:18 > 0:30:20What are you doing?
0:30:20 > 0:30:23Stop drinking whisky. Switch to stout.
0:30:23 > 0:30:24Why?
0:30:26 > 0:30:29Make sure Tommy keeps that Friday free.
0:30:32 > 0:30:34Tell him I have an appointment for him.
0:30:34 > 0:30:39And then go and see a doctor about that baby in your tea leaves.
0:31:15 > 0:31:17GRUNTS
0:31:19 > 0:31:20Next.
0:31:20 > 0:31:23You're not at the fucking fairground now, son,
0:31:23 > 0:31:27get down and skip me 200 for taking the piss out of a fine fighter.
0:31:30 > 0:31:33- He's got a head on him, that boy. - And a fist.
0:31:34 > 0:31:36So, what do you say, Mr Maine?
0:31:36 > 0:31:38He works hard. He's game.
0:31:38 > 0:31:40I'll need to work on his defence.
0:31:40 > 0:31:44Right now, his left hand is just good for wanking...
0:31:44 > 0:31:46You don't have to earn your money.
0:31:46 > 0:31:49- We're paying you anyway. Is he ready?- Is he even registered?
0:31:52 > 0:31:55I put him down as a welterweight, Midlands Division.
0:31:55 > 0:31:56Amateur turning pro.
0:31:56 > 0:31:58Just need your countersignature.
0:32:00 > 0:32:03What, like, I'm going to say "no" to you boys...
0:32:03 > 0:32:05Just tell us, is he ready?
0:32:09 > 0:32:13In 30 years, I've never seen a raw boy so ready.
0:32:15 > 0:32:17And that's 200, Mr Maine!
0:32:18 > 0:32:20So, who am I fighting first, Mr Shelby?
0:32:22 > 0:32:24When you step in the ring, Bonnie,
0:32:24 > 0:32:27who do you see across the canvas, eh?
0:32:27 > 0:32:29I see myself.
0:32:29 > 0:32:3340 years old having done fuck all except tramping the lanes.
0:32:33 > 0:32:35I see my life wasted.
0:32:35 > 0:32:37I won't let it happen.
0:32:38 > 0:32:40Me, I'm going to be a champion.
0:32:42 > 0:32:44Karna kova booti's kerred,
0:32:44 > 0:32:48tute will vel the kralis of the poov Romany chal.
0:32:50 > 0:32:51Fight out at Camden Town.
0:32:53 > 0:32:55Boy's name is Goliath.
0:33:17 > 0:33:19He said he's at a meeting.
0:33:19 > 0:33:22Yes, I was wondering, do you have any boots that I could borrow?
0:33:22 > 0:33:26- Why do you need boots? - Well, no-one here will speak to me.
0:33:26 > 0:33:28So, I thought I'd take a walk by the canal.
0:33:30 > 0:33:32Is he really making gin?
0:33:32 > 0:33:34He's going mad cooped up here, is what he is.
0:33:34 > 0:33:36Like a wasp in a beer glass.
0:33:40 > 0:33:42Ma'am.
0:33:42 > 0:33:44You'll look a bit funny in these, I think.
0:33:44 > 0:33:45THEY CHUCKLE
0:33:45 > 0:33:47Oh, thank you, Curly.
0:33:50 > 0:33:54If you're going to take a walk along the canal, you'll also need this.
0:33:54 > 0:33:56Are you serious?
0:33:56 > 0:33:59Italians north, Italians south.
0:33:59 > 0:34:04He makes gin to take his mind off being stuck inside a prison.
0:34:05 > 0:34:09If you had any sense, Mrs Carleton, you'd get out of here now.
0:34:09 > 0:34:12Curly can sail you to Snow Hill Station, hidden in the coal sacks.
0:34:15 > 0:34:16I said I would wait.
0:34:16 > 0:34:19The man you're waiting for doesn't exist.
0:34:22 > 0:34:24Wh-while you're waiting for the man who doesn't exist,
0:34:24 > 0:34:26would you like to try some of his gin?
0:34:40 > 0:34:44The strikers blocked the Coventry Road,
0:34:44 > 0:34:45made all the men get off the buses.
0:34:47 > 0:34:49Where were the police?
0:34:50 > 0:34:51They were busy.
0:34:53 > 0:34:57Apparently, there was a report of armed men in the Small Heath area,
0:34:57 > 0:35:01and there was a murder at the Summer Lane hospital
0:35:01 > 0:35:04and something happening on the Stratford Road.
0:35:06 > 0:35:09The strikers threatened the men's families.
0:35:09 > 0:35:12They said, come the revolution, their names would be on a list.
0:35:12 > 0:35:13Like in Russia.
0:35:15 > 0:35:17And the buses turned round.
0:35:17 > 0:35:19Yes. They turned round.
0:35:40 > 0:35:42Mr Shelby...
0:35:43 > 0:35:45..factories are shut,
0:35:45 > 0:35:46mines are shut,
0:35:46 > 0:35:48coal's running out.
0:35:50 > 0:35:52Did you ever consider the possibility
0:35:52 > 0:35:54that the communists might win?
0:35:55 > 0:35:59And you and me, traitors to our class,
0:35:59 > 0:36:02will be put up against a wall and shot.
0:36:02 > 0:36:04As a businessman...
0:36:05 > 0:36:06..I consider all possibilities.
0:36:10 > 0:36:12But, Mr Devlin...
0:36:13 > 0:36:14..I'm not a traitor to my class.
0:36:17 > 0:36:19Small Heath, 551.
0:36:25 > 0:36:30I am just an extreme example of what a working man can achieve.
0:36:35 > 0:36:38Hello, Ada, it's me.
0:36:39 > 0:36:41I need your help.
0:36:41 > 0:36:44# Hole in her sock where her toe poked through... #
0:36:44 > 0:36:46Four o'clock.
0:36:48 > 0:36:50Is it?
0:36:50 > 0:36:52What do you think?
0:36:52 > 0:36:54Nice. A little sweet.
0:36:56 > 0:36:58I've heard not sweet enough.
0:37:00 > 0:37:01Come and see.
0:37:11 > 0:37:13My God, Tommy.
0:37:14 > 0:37:16What is this, a hobby?
0:37:16 > 0:37:19No. I don't really have time for hobbies.
0:37:20 > 0:37:22This is more of a...
0:37:23 > 0:37:25..more of a place where I try things out.
0:37:28 > 0:37:31I decided, if I'm going to be stuck here in Small Heath,
0:37:31 > 0:37:33I might as well do something useful...
0:37:35 > 0:37:36Less of a hobby.
0:37:36 > 0:37:38More of a venture.
0:37:44 > 0:37:46Since the start of Prohibition,
0:37:46 > 0:37:50I've been sending single malt Scotch whisky
0:37:50 > 0:37:53to Boston, to Halifax, Nova Scotia,
0:37:53 > 0:37:56hidden in crates of car parts.
0:37:56 > 0:37:57SHE CHUCKLES
0:37:57 > 0:38:01But my supply lines from Scotland have been unreliable,
0:38:01 > 0:38:02there's been a lot of thefts.
0:38:02 > 0:38:04And in this modern age,
0:38:04 > 0:38:07American women drink as much booze as the men.
0:38:07 > 0:38:10And women, apparently, prefer gin.
0:38:12 > 0:38:15So, with the help of a friend of mine in Camden Town,
0:38:15 > 0:38:17I've set up my own source of supply.
0:38:19 > 0:38:21Junipers, potatoes...
0:38:22 > 0:38:23..sugar and water.
0:38:23 > 0:38:25All turned into US dollars.
0:38:28 > 0:38:32When we're up and running, we'll produce over 200 gallons a week.
0:38:35 > 0:38:36But before then...
0:38:38 > 0:38:40..I need to get my recipe right.
0:38:44 > 0:38:46So, tell me the truth.
0:39:00 > 0:39:01The truth?
0:39:01 > 0:39:02Mm-hm.
0:39:04 > 0:39:06You're unlike any man I have ever met.
0:39:08 > 0:39:10And the gin?
0:39:10 > 0:39:12Too sweet.
0:39:32 > 0:39:33You said you'd booked a room.
0:39:34 > 0:39:36No, I booked a suite.
0:39:39 > 0:39:40Thank you.
0:39:42 > 0:39:44If you book a taxi, I'll go.
0:39:47 > 0:39:50You're a businessman, Tommy. A good one.
0:39:50 > 0:39:52If only you could...
0:39:52 > 0:39:53If only I could what?
0:39:55 > 0:39:58"If only you could change"? Go on, say it!
0:39:58 > 0:40:00If only you could change the bad.
0:40:02 > 0:40:04And "the good" is laying off 1,000 men.
0:40:04 > 0:40:06Which I do, like a good businessman.
0:40:06 > 0:40:08And I do it like that.
0:40:08 > 0:40:09HE CLICKS FINGERS
0:40:09 > 0:40:11And people go hungry.
0:40:11 > 0:40:17And the bad... The bad's a fucking win on the horses and a gun
0:40:17 > 0:40:18and some fucking self-respect.
0:40:19 > 0:40:21You fucking people...!
0:40:26 > 0:40:28You bite like your horse.
0:40:34 > 0:40:35We don't trust taxis any more.
0:40:37 > 0:40:39Come with me.
0:40:48 > 0:40:50There you go, brother.
0:40:51 > 0:40:53Home sweet home.
0:40:53 > 0:40:57A place for you to bring women back, bring your mates.
0:40:57 > 0:41:04Play games, gamble, cards... And you keep an eye on our back yard.
0:41:04 > 0:41:06It's Artillery Square,
0:41:06 > 0:41:09the place is full of communists and strikers.
0:41:09 > 0:41:12Having a Shelby round here will keep them in order.
0:41:14 > 0:41:16Light the fucking fire.
0:41:16 > 0:41:18Take some of this shit off the walls.
0:41:18 > 0:41:22Curly'll be over later with some poison for the rats.
0:41:22 > 0:41:23Arthur?
0:41:25 > 0:41:26This morning...
0:41:28 > 0:41:32..I wouldn't have been able to pull that trigger. I know I wouldn't.
0:41:32 > 0:41:34They would have just walked past.
0:41:35 > 0:41:36I'm not John.
0:41:38 > 0:41:40- I know I'm not.- All right.
0:41:42 > 0:41:44All right, brother.
0:41:45 > 0:41:47I know you're not.
0:41:47 > 0:41:48I know.
0:41:50 > 0:41:55In the end, it's God who pulls that fucking trigger anyway.
0:41:55 > 0:42:00We don't get to decide who lives and who dies, Finn.
0:42:00 > 0:42:02Not us.
0:42:05 > 0:42:08You just have to flick a switch...
0:42:09 > 0:42:11..in your head.
0:42:29 > 0:42:32Charlie said it wasn't safe to walk by the canal.
0:42:32 > 0:42:33He's right.
0:42:33 > 0:42:37"Italians north and south," he said.
0:42:37 > 0:42:40Nah, it's mostly chancers.
0:42:40 > 0:42:44Local kids trying to get famous.
0:42:44 > 0:42:46Sabini's boys.
0:42:46 > 0:42:49Sheffield boys. Manchester, Glasgow.
0:42:49 > 0:42:51They all know we're on the ropes.
0:42:51 > 0:42:53And that's not including the Mafia.
0:42:53 > 0:42:55Yeah.
0:42:55 > 0:42:56Here's your carriage.
0:42:56 > 0:42:58You can catch the 7.15 train.
0:42:58 > 0:43:00I thought there was a strike.
0:43:00 > 0:43:02What gave you that idea?
0:43:03 > 0:43:05My God...
0:43:06 > 0:43:08I know. The bad I can't help.
0:43:10 > 0:43:11I wanted you to stay.
0:43:13 > 0:43:14Normally, I get me own way.
0:43:16 > 0:43:18Losing, occasionally, makes me worse.
0:43:28 > 0:43:30Thank you, Curly.
0:43:32 > 0:43:34She looks a picture in my boots, doesn't she, Tom?
0:43:34 > 0:43:36Walk her to the train, Curly.
0:43:36 > 0:43:38Yeah.
0:43:40 > 0:43:42- WOMAN:- Not a minute on the day, not a penny off the pay.
0:43:42 > 0:43:44This talk of national austerity,
0:43:44 > 0:43:47this talk of tightening our belts
0:43:47 > 0:43:49must be met with resolute certainty.
0:43:49 > 0:43:52We will not accept any cuts in pay.
0:43:52 > 0:43:57We will not accept working longer hours for the same wage!
0:43:57 > 0:44:00Shoulder to shoulder with the coalminers, dock workers,
0:44:00 > 0:44:03railway men and steel workers,
0:44:03 > 0:44:06we will stand united through the storm
0:44:06 > 0:44:08that is surely coming to our city!
0:44:08 > 0:44:09CHEERING
0:44:20 > 0:44:22CHATTER
0:44:25 > 0:44:27Jessie Eden?
0:44:27 > 0:44:28Yes?
0:44:28 > 0:44:30I'd like to buy you a drink.
0:44:30 > 0:44:34I'm afraid the pubs around here don't allow unaccompanied female drinkers.
0:44:34 > 0:44:36I'm sure we'll be fine.
0:44:36 > 0:44:38I know you from somewhere.
0:44:38 > 0:44:39I'm Ada Thorne.
0:44:41 > 0:44:42Formerly Shelby.
0:44:43 > 0:44:45I have a settlement proposition
0:44:45 > 0:44:49that my brother's too arrogant and proud to offer to you in person.
0:44:52 > 0:44:54HUM OF CONVERSATION
0:44:59 > 0:45:00SILENCE DESCENDS
0:45:00 > 0:45:03Sorry, ladies, we don't...
0:45:05 > 0:45:06Don't what?
0:45:08 > 0:45:10It's all right. I'm sorry. I didn't...
0:45:10 > 0:45:13"What are you drinking, ladies?" That's what you're supposed to say.
0:45:13 > 0:45:15Yes. Sorry.
0:45:15 > 0:45:16Er, what are you drinking?
0:45:16 > 0:45:18Beer. Pint.
0:45:18 > 0:45:20And a whisky on ice.
0:45:20 > 0:45:22I'm afraid we don't have ice.
0:45:22 > 0:45:25Next time make sure you have ice.
0:45:25 > 0:45:28This pub's come to our attention for its lack of ice.
0:45:40 > 0:45:43There's more than one way to achieve equality.
0:45:46 > 0:45:48Before you begin to congratulate yourself,
0:45:48 > 0:45:53I'm not impressed with your power to terrify people.
0:45:53 > 0:45:55Whereas I am impressed by your ability to stand up
0:45:55 > 0:45:58in front of an audience and speak.
0:45:58 > 0:46:00I was never able to do it.
0:46:00 > 0:46:02I've heard people talk about you.
0:46:02 > 0:46:04You used to advocate armed revolution...
0:46:04 > 0:46:07Shelby Company Limited is prepared to offer parity
0:46:07 > 0:46:11for male and female workers across all the factories in our ownership
0:46:11 > 0:46:13and withdraw the pay cut for men.
0:46:13 > 0:46:15In return for what?
0:46:19 > 0:46:22In return for something very unusual.
0:46:22 > 0:46:24But very typical of my brother.
0:46:24 > 0:46:26What does he want?
0:46:26 > 0:46:28To sit down with you and talk.
0:46:28 > 0:46:32If he withdraws his pay cut, we've no need to talk.
0:46:32 > 0:46:34He wants to talk about socialism and revolution.
0:46:36 > 0:46:38Dear God, are you serious?
0:46:38 > 0:46:40My brother's a bookmaker.
0:46:40 > 0:46:42Bookmakers hedge their bets.
0:46:42 > 0:46:44Sometimes long shots come in.
0:46:44 > 0:46:46And because we emptied his buses today,
0:46:46 > 0:46:48he thinks we are among the runners and riders?
0:46:48 > 0:46:51Beneath it all, my brother's a very rational man.
0:46:51 > 0:46:53Beneath all what? You mean, beneath the beatings,
0:46:53 > 0:46:57- the cuttings, the shootings, the murders...- Yeah. Beneath all that.
0:46:59 > 0:47:02Tell your brother that, when we take power,
0:47:02 > 0:47:05all means of production will be owned by the workers.
0:47:05 > 0:47:08Essential industries will be taken into state control.
0:47:08 > 0:47:10Birmingham Town Hall is a rather beautiful building
0:47:10 > 0:47:11and we plan to preserve it.
0:47:11 > 0:47:14What else does he need to know?
0:47:16 > 0:47:18It's going to happen.
0:47:21 > 0:47:23Aren't you a bit sorry you jumped ship too soon?
0:47:25 > 0:47:26He wants to take you for dinner.
0:47:26 > 0:47:29I really have nothing to wear.
0:47:29 > 0:47:31You'd need to wear boots.
0:47:31 > 0:47:34He's suggesting dinner in a scrap metal yard.
0:47:34 > 0:47:36He said you'd appreciate the sentiment.
0:47:39 > 0:47:42If you don't show up, the offer of parity is withdrawn.
0:47:44 > 0:47:47- This is not how you conduct union business.- Well...
0:47:47 > 0:47:51..we must all make personal sacrifices for the good of the good old cause.
0:47:51 > 0:47:53Right?
0:47:59 > 0:48:01VEHICLE PULLS UP
0:48:09 > 0:48:11Right.
0:48:17 > 0:48:19Fucking hell, it smells of pig round here, don't it?
0:48:21 > 0:48:23Definitely not kosher.
0:48:26 > 0:48:28"Come to Small Heath,
0:48:28 > 0:48:32"you will go to hell... for fucking breathing."
0:48:35 > 0:48:38- Where is everyone? - CAR DOOR OPENS
0:48:38 > 0:48:40- Stretch your legs, treacle... - CAR SPRINGS GROAN
0:48:40 > 0:48:43Fuck me, looks like he's grown since we left London.
0:48:43 > 0:48:46- He's like a mushroom, in't he? He grows in the dark.- I need a piss.
0:48:46 > 0:48:49Do ya? Yeah, well, the place is a shithole.
0:48:49 > 0:48:51Yeah, so, why don't you just knock yourself out?
0:48:54 > 0:48:55Where is everyone?
0:48:59 > 0:49:02Ishmael, please, will you hit the call to prayer?
0:49:04 > 0:49:06CAR HORN HONKS
0:49:07 > 0:49:08Well, hit it!
0:49:08 > 0:49:10HORN HONKS
0:49:13 > 0:49:15Thank you. Thank you.
0:49:15 > 0:49:18HORN BLARES
0:49:34 > 0:49:36HORN STOPS
0:49:36 > 0:49:39- Morning, Alfie. - Yeah, it is, it is.
0:49:39 > 0:49:42So, how come everybody's in fucking bed?
0:49:43 > 0:49:45So, this must be Goliath.
0:49:45 > 0:49:47Right.
0:49:47 > 0:49:49Let me introduce you to David.
0:49:49 > 0:49:51This way, boys.
0:49:51 > 0:49:54I assume that David's out of bed?!
0:49:56 > 0:50:01Oh, right, the problem, right, between rum and gin, yeah,
0:50:01 > 0:50:04is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy.
0:50:04 > 0:50:07Whereas rum incites violence,
0:50:07 > 0:50:11it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt.
0:50:11 > 0:50:14I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum
0:50:14 > 0:50:17at the moment, rather than gin, mate.
0:50:17 > 0:50:19FLUTTERING ABOVE
0:50:19 > 0:50:22Oh, dear. Brother, you've got fucking starlings, mate.
0:50:22 > 0:50:25You know that? That shit will rot your pipework.
0:50:25 > 0:50:28- These bastards only understand one language...- It's all right, Alfie.
0:50:28 > 0:50:30There is no need.
0:50:30 > 0:50:33It's all right, I'm, er... I'm getting a kestrel.
0:50:33 > 0:50:36I hear that you've got Italians, mate.
0:50:36 > 0:50:39- You got a kestrel for them and all?- Yes.
0:50:39 > 0:50:41I'll have a kestrel for them, as well.
0:50:41 > 0:50:44Well, everything is confirmed, in't it?
0:50:45 > 0:50:48Yeah, weakness behind the eyes,
0:50:48 > 0:50:50didn't to blink too much, all right?
0:50:50 > 0:50:54You smell of smoke
0:50:54 > 0:50:57and coal and horses.
0:50:57 > 0:50:59You are back where you belong, Tommy.
0:51:00 > 0:51:03I know you don't touch it. But you have a good nose.
0:51:04 > 0:51:07Right, well, you've got to ask yourself, seriously, though,
0:51:07 > 0:51:10you know, did I even want to piss and shit indoors?
0:51:10 > 0:51:13Or was I actually born that I were to defecate in fields
0:51:13 > 0:51:16and the outhouses. This is a serious issue though, Tommy.
0:51:16 > 0:51:19Cos your people, your class
0:51:19 > 0:51:21and my religion is quiet similar actually
0:51:21 > 0:51:23because you just cannot wash it out,
0:51:23 > 0:51:26right, because it come out your mother's tits.
0:51:28 > 0:51:30Hm, no.
0:51:30 > 0:51:32The Americans want it sweeter.
0:51:35 > 0:51:36What have you heard, Alfie?
0:51:36 > 0:51:39- I heard a copper got shot. Who shot him?- My kestrel.
0:51:39 > 0:51:42Right, I'll up the stakes, very good.
0:51:42 > 0:51:44Where are the Sicilians?
0:51:44 > 0:51:49They're still using Sabini for vehicles and for places to stay.
0:51:49 > 0:51:50- And reinforcements?- Ah, no,
0:51:50 > 0:51:53they're Sicilians, aren't they, they don't trust nobody
0:51:53 > 0:51:55who ain't fucked a goat on the morning of their first pubic hair.
0:51:55 > 0:51:57They've got traditions.
0:51:58 > 0:52:00- How many are here?- 11.
0:52:00 > 0:52:05Enough to drop a man who wrapped his balls in an OBE till they fell off.
0:52:07 > 0:52:10Well, the real question is, Alfie,
0:52:10 > 0:52:12which side are you playing for, eh?
0:52:12 > 0:52:14No.
0:52:14 > 0:52:16Fucking hell.
0:52:16 > 0:52:18What kind of world is it to bring up children
0:52:18 > 0:52:21when your own mate can ask you that question, hey?
0:52:21 > 0:52:24But the truth is, Tommy, you're going to be fucking dead soon.
0:52:24 > 0:52:26Yeah, and then, your starlings, right,
0:52:26 > 0:52:29they will peck out your blue eyes, won't they,
0:52:29 > 0:52:32and the jackdaws, they will steal your gold and your medals,
0:52:32 > 0:52:33and pretty soon, it'll be as if
0:52:33 > 0:52:35you'd never even fucking happened, right?
0:52:35 > 0:52:39- Tommy, here... There are men approaching.- Yeah, let 'em pass.
0:52:41 > 0:52:43Right, you tell Darby Sabini from me,
0:52:43 > 0:52:46that if the Italians win, they're not planning on leaving.
0:52:46 > 0:52:48After me, it'll be him,
0:52:48 > 0:52:50then you, then the Titanic.
0:52:50 > 0:52:51They're the fucking Mafia, Alfie.
0:52:51 > 0:52:54They've come here and can't believe our coppers are unarmed.
0:52:54 > 0:52:58They can distil their liquor and it's not against the law.
0:52:58 > 0:53:00They've come here and they like what they see.
0:53:00 > 0:53:02They're coming and they're here to stay.
0:53:02 > 0:53:07Mr Shelby? We've come to talk purse for the fight.
0:53:07 > 0:53:09Your kestrel? Hm?
0:53:09 > 0:53:12Tommy, when a pikey walks in with hair like that,
0:53:12 > 0:53:14you've got to ask yourself, "Have I made a mistake?"
0:53:14 > 0:53:16- Who the fuck are you? - Who the fuck am I?
0:53:16 > 0:53:18Who the fuck is this?
0:53:18 > 0:53:20I, my friend...
0:53:20 > 0:53:24I am the uncle, the protector and the promoter
0:53:24 > 0:53:26of that fucking thing right there,
0:53:26 > 0:53:31in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow.
0:53:31 > 0:53:35That, there, right, is the Southern Counties Welterweight Champion.
0:53:35 > 0:53:38He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless.
0:53:38 > 0:53:40He was adopted by Satan himself,
0:53:40 > 0:53:42before he was returned out of fear of his awkwardness,
0:53:42 > 0:53:46he is impossible to marry off, due to his lethal dimensions.
0:53:46 > 0:53:48his mother terrified, she's fucking abandoned him.
0:53:48 > 0:53:50And there he is, stood before you,
0:53:50 > 0:53:53like the first of some brand-new fucking species!
0:53:58 > 0:54:00Any man that you put before him,
0:54:00 > 0:54:03right, it'd be like entering a fucking threshing machine, mate.
0:54:05 > 0:54:08Now...will you offer your son?
0:54:17 > 0:54:18Name the day, Mr Shelby.
0:55:01 > 0:55:05- That's me finished for the weekend, Tommy?- Yeah.
0:55:05 > 0:55:08Your mother wants me to go to the Foundation. Prize-giving.
0:55:10 > 0:55:11Just you?
0:55:14 > 0:55:15Just me.
0:55:16 > 0:55:18Why?
0:55:18 > 0:55:19No reason.
0:55:19 > 0:55:21No reason.
0:55:23 > 0:55:24No reason.
0:55:27 > 0:55:28Bye, Michael.
0:55:31 > 0:55:32Tommy?
0:55:35 > 0:55:36Yeah?
0:55:40 > 0:55:41Have a good weekend.
0:55:48 > 0:55:53MUSIC: Beat The Devil's Tattoo by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
0:57:14 > 0:57:16# On a gathering storm
0:57:16 > 0:57:18# Comes a tall, handsome man
0:57:18 > 0:57:20# In a dusty, black coat
0:57:20 > 0:57:23# With a red right hand. #