Factory break-in, that's what you said. We should never have got into this, Tom.
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.
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.
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.
SPEECH!
Come on! Speech!
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!
Now let us sing Immortal Invisible.
You hear that, Grace?
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.
The, er...
The Lord Mayor would like you to come and eat cake
and drink some tea.
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?
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!
- Arthur! - What?
Somebody saw a woman and a kid getting into a car.
Ah, fuck!
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?
- 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.
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.
Now get out of my fucking car.
- 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.
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.
Ruben and I talked about many things.
But not that. Not ever.
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.
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.
Bloody hell.
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.
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.
- 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.
Fucking hell, Tommy!
Oh, for crying out loud...! What the fuck is going on?
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!
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.
- I did not know about your boy, though. - I know.
I saw.
Hello?
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.
The painting was wrong.
She was too sure of herself.
And I'm not.
Not any more...
I can paint another.
Oh, Polly...
(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.
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.
Where is he?
- 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?!
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?
All out, boys!
Wildcat strike!
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.
Tommy! Tommy!
He's got the shakes, help me with him.
Get him out. Get him out!
OK. Bringing him through.
We need to move! Now!
You wait here.
I'll do the killing.
That's a fucking order.
You move too fast, Thomas!
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.
What do you think you're doing, boy?
Please, don't...
Please don't shoot...
Please, don't shoot.
Please, don't. Please...
You rat!
What do you think you're doing, eh?
Do you know who you're fucking messing with?!
We don't have much time.
I'll take the fucking life from ya, will I?
Let's go!
You're a gypsy bastard.
Who wants to be in heaven, eh?
Who want to be in heaven when you can be sending men to fucking hell?
Hey...
I'll do it, Arthur.
Eh?
I'll do it.
No!
- I will take him. - NO!
This bastard's mine!
Go call Finn!
I told Tommy I'll do it.
So, I'll do it.
Arthur, wait!
Charlie's safe!
It's all right.
Let me speak to him.
Hello, Charlie?
Hello, Charlie.
Can you hear me?
Yeah.
Yeah, you go to bed.
Good boy.
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.
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.
Poor man(!).
You?
Birmingham.
I'm going to buy a racehorse.
Have it trained.
Also...£5,000 for the sex.
And five for helping you through the grief of losing your wife.
You didn't even come close.
The... papers are in order.
Now I just need your signature for the provenance.
Of course. I have a pen...
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.
Yes, yes!
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.
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?
For this...?!
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.
Which I, for one, would quite like to hear.
As would I.
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.
I'll be off, then, Tom.
I'll see you, eh?
I'll see you, brother.
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.
Polly...
Wait a minute, what the fuck are you talking ab...?
.. the murder of Chief Inspector Chester Campbell.
- 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.
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.
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?
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.
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. ♪
♪ On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man
♪ In a dusty, black coat with a red right hand. ♪