The Company Peaky Blinders

This programme contains some violent scenes and very strong language.

I just got served a black hand.

Everybody will have got one. They're coming for us all.

These men will not leave our city until our whole family is dead.

This was all my fault. It was me that shot the old man. John's dead because of me.

Within a four-mile radius of the Garrison, every man is a guard and a soldier for us.

We're going back, back to Small Heath. That's how it works.

An eye for an eye. It's called a vendetta.

We are an organization...

run different, I imagine.

None of you will survive.

And how is Tommy Shelby OBE going to stop a revolution?

If I get Jessie Eden's trust,

she gives me the names of the instigators, and I give them up to the Crown forces.

I want you to help my son achieve his ambition.

You're a Peaky Blinder now, son.

We control him on the book, control the odds.

We've got a lot going on though, Tom.

That's why it'll be good to have the kid around.

Mr Shelby will give you a 20% cut

if you put Goliath down in the fourth round.

So you're going to take my boys, and you're going to bring them to the ring as seconds?

Yeah, Tommy Shelby was right about you, wasn't he?

# Take a 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'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

# Red right hand

# The red right hand. #

CROWD CHEERS AND SHOUTS

GASPING

Yeah, you're like me, Tommy.

You can't bear to watch a fight which has got rules.

Tommy, imagine...

imagine that you could not see at all,

you was born blind.

Then, one day,

you open up your eyes

and you can see everything in the world...

..when before you could only touch it or smell it.

There it is - the revelation, innit?

I've had one.

Yeah, I saw a beautiful house down in Margate.

A great big white building. Monkey puzzle tree against the sky blue.

Beautiful. A piece of heaven, actually.

You can see the way the Earth curves, and I thought to myself,

Alfie, you know, what...what are you doing? What are you doing?

Why don't you just sell every ounce of gold

and sell every barrel of rum you got and just buy yourself some time, mate?

I need to buy myself some time.

You're moving to Margate?

I am, actually, yeah. I need to get myself some rest.

I need some rest.

Plus, the Americans are here now, aren't they?

So, well, that's it, yeah.

It's been that way ever since the war, innit, the Americans?

Big fucks small...

..always, actually.

There is a fight going on out there between big and small.

Big will fuck small.

Right! Margate, then. Blue skies, heaven.

I will see you, Tommy, by the pier.

Stay and watch the fight, Alfie.

No, you're all right. I already know who wins, don't I?

Ta-ra!

-BELL RINGS

-Round one.

SHOUTING

Fight, you bastard!

SHOUTING

Bonnie... Bonnie.

Don't you touch it, Charlie.

I know he's a big bastard, but you got to...

-Where's Solomons?

-Apparently he doesn't watch.

Look at that corner, look. The men there, they don't know fighters.

I don't like it... You feel it though, Tom, don't you?

I feel it. We're all right. We're surrounded by soldiers, Arthur.

Alfie's men were strip-searched, we're all right.

Right, come on, gypsy boy, let's go.

CHEERING

DOOR OPENS

So what did Tommy say when you told him?

He said I'll get a weekly allowance.

Oh, he can be romantic.

Of course, as company treasurer, I shall be questioning that expense.

He said something like, "We've had enough death, let's have some life."

Pol, this fight is fixed, isn't it?

Well, gypsy boy's getting battered out there.

Right, you said you had some news?

Lizzie has some news.

Polly!

Well, tell her. Now! While the men are screaming for blood.

Have a swig, you're going to need it.

I'm up the duff.

And it's Tommy's.

How far gone are you?

If I were going to London I'd be in Coventry.

And are you carrying on past Coventry?

All the way to fucking Piccadilly Circus.

Have you found whether she's having a boy or a girl, Pol?

-No.

-Go on, then.

It's a girl.

Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby.

She'll be a star in a Hollywood movie.

Congratulations.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, Linda. Welcome to extraordinary general meeting

of the Shelby ladies club.

Is there spit on my back?

There are men out there spitting - it's fucking disgusting.

No. There's no spit on your back.

Don't let us stop you doing what you came in to do.

What?

It's helping me get through the fucking nightmare of being

stuck in the city.

Well, since you're here and you're almost family,

Lizzie's got some news.

I'm pregnant.

Oh. And who's the father? Have you managed to narrow it down?

Yes. It's Tommy.

Congratulations. You've won the raffle at last.

Yeah, she's a real Shelby lady now, Linda. Just like you.

Right, ladies, lets rejoin our gentlemen.

And just remember, Linda, if they spit, just spit back.

I'll see you out there.

All right.

Come on, Bonnie!

Right, you Brummie boys!

Forget your loyalty, boys!

You're still in control, Bonnie?

Yes.

Then take him.

It's not too late, boys.

I'll give you 2 to 1 on the big Cockney, Goliath here.

Take it or leave it, boys.

Take it or leave it, boys. 2 to 1.

2 to 1 on the Cockney giant.

Look at them men in his corner, look.

They don't know fighters.

They don't know the fucking ropes.

It's the pills and the booze spooking you, Arthur.

Look at them. They don't stand right, they don't move right.

They don't even care if he fucking wins.

It's the fucking pills, brother, all right?

CHATTERING

SHOUTING

Whoooo!

What the fuck are they laughing about?

It's that new batch...too strong.

-Come on, Bonnie!

-Come on, Bonnie!

Arthur, leave it!

-Where's he going?

-Sit down and watch the fight, eh?

Arthur! Come here!

Let me do my fucking job.

Bonnie! Bonnie! Are you OK?

I'll give you two to one now on the Cockney!

Take it while you can.

Right...

Come on, Bonnie Boy! Bonnie, come on. Get him!

Where are Tommy and Arthur?

I don't know.

Go on, Bonnie.

Go on, hit him!

Arthur?!

You fucking bastard!

SHOUTS OUT

GUNSHOT

Arthur?!

SHOUTING

I declare Bonnie Gold

the new welterweight champion of the Midlands,

the south and the Home Counties.

Yes!

Tommy, what's happened?

Arthur's dead. He's dead.

Tommy, we have the other wop.

The cunt had a wire in his pocket.

GRUNTING

Go on, Finn!

Go on, Finn.

Take his eyes, Finn. Do it for Arthur.

Take his fucking eyes!

GROANING

GROANING

Close the doors! No-one fucking leaves!

My brother is dead.

Do you hear me?!

My brother is dead!

Tommy. Tommy.

Fuck off.

Tommy. Tom. Tom. Tommy.

RINGING

Hello, Michael. There's been a change of plan.

Mr Gold will come and get you.

Arthur's dead.

Tommy, I've been trying to think of words.

Don't.

Words don't work.

Michael, we're in a grave situation. Tommy has a plan.

Instead of going to Australia, you're going to New York.

Why?

Because the company has business to attend to in America.

Will I be coming back?

Your train leaves in an hour, Michael.

You made a choice.

You knew I was going to be shot and you chose not to tell me.

I chose my mum.

When all this business is over we'll all be free to make our own choices.

So that's it?

You get the train to Liverpool then the SS Monroe.

The boat sails tomorrow.

Now you can go.

I need an overseas connection, please.

USA.

Tommy!

It's all right, let her come!

Please...until we're finished.

Your note talked about making terms for peace.

But my son says there are no terms.

You took my husband and my son.

We took two of your brothers.

The vendetta is done.

We say the vendetta is won.

We will take everything you have.

All your businesses, signed over to us.

You agree to this or my son will kill you all.

One by one.

The vendetta is won. That's it.

No more killing.

Who did you think you were, Mr Shelby?

BANGING

Make sure he knows we're here to buy his business!

Mr Solomons!

Mr Changretta is here to see you.

They say he was a captain.

Ah. I think you might want to tell them not to open that fucking door.

It seems Mr Solomons has already left town.

So all this is mine.

You don't knock?

You don't know my new address?

Hello, Lizzie, how are you?

I know your new address, Lizzie,

because it was me who bought you the new fucking house.

Then why don't you visit it?

I've been busy.

Busy doing what?

Preparing for tomorrow.

Why? What's tomorrow?

Luca Changretta is coming to Birmingham. It's our turn.

He's already taken over Alfie Solomons, Sabini, the Titanics.

All of them.

And now he's coming to take control of Shelby Company Limited.

What are we going to do about that?

We're going to let him have it.

All that's left of the Peaky fucking Blinders.

I've had my lawyer draw up these papers.

They cover, er, every enterprise in your possession.

Bars, restaurants, warehouses...

..every fucking thing that you've

taken all these years to gather together.

You will sign them all over to my family.

Or you're going to die, right here.

I would have buried you all.

But my mother, she, er, she knows you.

She said it'll be worse for you

if I let you live...

..and take away everything that you have.

Search 'em...

Especially don't trust this bitch.

So...

Sign.

Every fucking one of 'em.

You can sign them on your knees...

on the floor.

Get on your fucking knees and sign!

As a friend of mine once said...

..big fucks small.

So I had to find someone bigger than you.

Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn who want

to take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York.

But if they moved against you in New York they'll start

a war between the families.

But if you were to die in a vendetta

with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham,

they could take over your business without a war...

We also contacted a businessman in Chicago.

He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York.

His name is Alphonse Capone.

You been talking to that fat fuck?

See, all the blood relatives you brought with

you from New York, they're all dead, Mr Changretta.

And these men here, they work for money, for the highest bidder.

They now have new orders.

Is that right?

Is that right?

Daniel?

Matteo?

Hey...

Very fucking...

GROANING

Arthur's been injured but he's all right, Pol.

We need to make them believe that he's dead...

..to everyone but you, me and Linda...

Arthur Shelby is dead.

I've got it all worked out.

We can use his death to win this war.

Tell your people in Chicago that Michael Gray will sign

the import licence to New York.

300 barrels of English Dry Gin a month.

Leave! All of you.

Tell your boss what you saw here today.

And tell him...

..you don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders.

Right. Oi! Listen up.

Before we all go and eat, I'd like to say a few words.

The last time we were all here, it ended badly.

Yeah.

But now we're in a happier place.

That's it.

I'd just like to raise a toast...

Hold on.

A few words I'd like to say from the heart,

and this time you're going to let me finish, Tommy.

Now as you all know, Arthur Shelby is dead.

Because of that, Tommy's offered me a way out.

A new identity.

Start a whole new life for myself.

And I've thought about it.

Made a decision.

I ain't fucking going nowhere.

Our enemies are gone. Dead, all of 'em.

For the first time since me and my two kid brothers...

Tommy and John...

..enlisted in the Warwickshire Yeomanry, we have peace.

So, I think I'd like to make a proposal.

All of you, the Shelby Company Limited, insist that Tommy

here takes some time off.

It's time you took a holiday, Tom. Put your feet up.

War is over. No-one wants to kill us.

To peace.

To peace.

I do hope you're going to leave the dog out of this?

You were easy to find.

Yeah. There's a good reason for that, Tommy.

I wanted it to be here.

I once told you, Alfie, for business reasons or in bad blood,

I will kill you.

I have no business reasons. It seems you have retired.

So this is all purely for bad blood, is it, Tommy?

-Yeah.

-Right, yeah.

I told you I wanted it to be here.

Are you going to look after this dog?

-No.

-Right, then. Well, his name is Cyril.

He'll be very upset and distressed, so you'll need to find him someone.

You're not armed?

No! Don't be daft.

The only thing I've got on me...

is fucking cancer, mate.

Yeah.

Riddled with it.

Doctor told me

I might have picked it up in France in a gas or something.

-He even showed me a photograph of it, before I met you at the fight.

-Alfie, stop talking.

-So I said, Margate, right, and here I am. Come on, Tommy.

-Alfie, look at me.

There's an honourable reason now to pull that trigger.

-Alfie, look at me.

-So what you waiting for?

Just fucking get on with it, and stop acting like a little girl.

-Alfie!

-Do you want me to do it for you?

# I jumped in the river, what did I see?

# Black-eyed angels swam with me... #

EXPLOSION

# A moon full of stars and astral cars

DOGS BARKING, SHOUTING, GUNSHOTS

# And all the figures I used to see

# All my lovers were there with me

# And all my past and futures... #

-ECHOING:

-Mr Shelby?

# And we all went to heaven in a little row boat... #

Mr Shelby?

Mr Shelby?

# There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt... #

Mr Shelby, you are not yourself, I should call a doctor.

It's all right, Frances.

I'll call Mrs Grey.

I know what this is.

It's just myself talking to myself about myself.

Right... Thank you.

# I jumped into the river

# Black-eyed angels swam with me

# A room full of figures and astral cars

# And all the figures I used to see... #

Charlie...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Since I know you won't go yourself,

I've been to a doctor on your behalf.

No, it's all right. None of the boys know you're sick.

I'm not sick, Polly.

It starts when you stop. When you rest.

Could be nerves, the war.

Might be the alcohol.

The blue devils, they call that.

Yeah, well. Yeah. Yeah, it's the fucking booze.

It's the booze, the booze got hold and the booze got in my bones.

Lizzie wants to see you.

No...

Tom, she's showing.

I don't want to see Lizzie, Pol.

Shit, maybe it's in us?

It's us Shelbys.

It's in our gypsy blood.

We live somewhere between life and death.

Waiting to move on.

And in the end...we accept it.

We shake hands with the devils and we walk past them.

Mr Shelby, you're meant to be resting.

I have learnt something, Frances.

There is no rest for me in this world.

Perhaps in the next.

Them there you pay out. This one you have to think.

Use your fucking head, man. Right, even money...

Whose fucking idea was it that I go on holiday?

Welcome back, Tommy. How was it?

What did you get up to?

Went fishing. Played golf.

Golf's fucking boring.

Yeah, boring and easy.

Yeah, well, what's the plan?

I need you to give this to Jesse Eden, by hand.

Yes, Mr Shelby.

By your hand. This will be the last job you'll do for me.

Go to Glasgow and be with your family. You're free.

You need to sign all of these.

So you shook hands with the devil?

Yeah, and I walked past him.

Pol.

I've had an idea.

Oh, fuck.

"Dear Jessie. Now more certainly than ever

"I believe things must change.

"Things MUST change.

"The general strike is holding, we've not an hour to lose.

"Meet me."

-I've made up my mind, Jessie.

-About what?

Your cause is now my cause. I want to help.

The strike is holding.

I want to meet the people who can take this further.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I've done a lot of thinking.

Right. I'll arrange a meeting.

The operator knows my voice. Give me the name and the number.

His name is Casey Douglas.

Sparkhill 453.

Right.

And he's the leader of the cell?

He's in contact with London and Moscow.

Good.

Yeah, Sparkhill 453.

You are quite a creature, Mr Shelby.

When I received your note, I wasn't sure you could deliver.

I have made contact with

the Soviet agent inside the Birmingham Communist Party.

And you have a name?

And an address and a telephone number.

I can be of great use to you.

I can give you the names of any Communist Party member who is

prepared to cross the line into armed revolution.

We are in the fourth day of a general strike which appears

to be holding.

Even if it fails today...

tomorrow, they may succeed.

Mm.

And you're offering to help ensure they never succeed.

If my cover is maintained...

..I can begin to shape the movement, organise it myself...

And undermine it.

Rise through the ranks of the wider socialist movement.

But, of course, you want something in return. What this time?

A knighthood?

My proposal.

And my conditions.

For the attention of Winston Churchill.

He holds me in very high regard.

Are you serious?

Breaking up a revolutionary cell is one thing.

Given my position of influence in my home city,

I can be of much more use to you than that.

# Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

# And where have you been, my darling young one?

# I've stumbled down the side of 12 misty mountains

# I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

# I've been 10,000 miles in the mouth of a graveyard

# And it's a hard, it's hard, and it's hard, and it's a hard

# It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall... #

Ronald Carr, Conservative, 3,412

Bernard Hall, Liberal, 4,015.

Michael Ross, Communist, 6,406.

Thomas Shelby, Labour Party, 48,564.

ECHOING CHEERS

I now declare Thomas Shelby to be the new

Labour Member of Parliament for the constituency of Birmingham South.

# I saw 10,000 talkers whose tongues were all broken

# It's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

# And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. #

# On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man

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