I want you to be alive after your entire family is dead
that is what will hurt you the most.
Michael is badly wounded.
John is dead.
So I sent a message to Aberama Gold.
I need you back. I'll help you
cos Michael wants me to help you. Starting now.
The bullet's been written.
He, as the oldest brother... I'll put this bullet into his head.
You said you'd bring every man and woman out on strike.
Do you have a whistle?
WHISTLE BLOWS It's almost as if you want trouble.
This programme contains some violent scenes,
strong language from the start, and some scenes of a sexual nature
CLAMOUR OF VOICES
All right. First come, first served, form an orderly line, all of you.
All right. All right.
Right! Have your contracts of employment in your hand!
Bring 'em in! Get in there.
Get moving! On you go! Go on, keep going!
Keep going. Whoa, where are you going? Bradley. Foreman.
All right. You go and see that man over there. Go!
What's your name? Bradley. I'm a foreman.
When did you last work here? 1922.
How many have done this type of work before?
They're mostly farm hands from down Worcester way. But I'll show 'em.
Hungry men learn fast. All right. On you go.
Dirty scabs! Blacklegs!
GLASS SMASHES
What bastard threw that? Get him out here!
Arthur! Oi! Enough. Get him out!
Get out!
Ten more!
Two more. Ten. That's it. Close it up!
HEAVY DOORS CLOSE
Right. Ten bob a man. 2£ there for you.
What about security? Yeah, well, about that...
By order of the city of Birmingham police department,
you and your ugly workforce are now under the protection...
..of the Peaky fucking Blinders.
DOOR OPENS
Mr Gray? Yeah, send him in.
It's your mother.
WHISPERS: Oh, fuck.
I read about it in the paper.
I have a right.
I'm your mum, as well.
You want me to go away?
Yes.
I'll just leave these.
They're from our orchard.
You used to love these.
I hope there are no worms in them.
Look, I just wanted to say that you're welcome to come home.
To get better at home.
I know you got bored in the village, but...
..we love you -
and your little brother misses playing football with you...
..and your dad...
..passed on.
He passed on peacefully in our bed.
Fuck.
Now go on.
I'm expecting Tommy, and he's due here now.
I'll go, then.
I'll not be in the same room as that man.
CAR PULLS UP OUTSIDE
DOOR OPENS
Come on, Pol, Tommy's expecting us.
Who's with us?
Isaiah and two Lee boys.
Ada, how long since you've had a fuck?
What?
It's been nearly two years with me.
Over Christmas I counted it up.
So, I've made a New Year's resolution to change the situation.
Oh. Anyone particular in mind?
Not really.
Just me and someone unsuitable.
♪ From starry eyes colliding ♪
♪ From Mars to someone crying... ♪
I'll sit in the front.
♪ I'm never far away ♪
♪ No matter what I'm hiding ♪
♪ I get lost ♪
♪ But I always come around ♪
♪ Call when you're ready cos I'm ready to ride. ♪
So, this is just to make things official.
Your official return to the company payroll.
So no more talk of New Year's resolutions
or Tommy might change his mind.
What New Year's resolution? Never mind.
I think Ada's trying to tell me to behave myself.
Yeah. Behave yourself.
Behave myself or what?
Behave myself or fucking what?
OK, Polly, I'll tell you the truth.
After your recent troubles, Tommy asked me to keep an eye on you.
"Troubles?"
Whilst working for this company,
I have killed a man,
I have lost a man, I have found a son,
I have nearly lost a son, I have nearly lost my own life.
Now, I will accept my job back,
if the terms on offer are favourable...
..but I will not behave myself.
Sorry I'm late.
Where's Arthur?
Do I look like his fucking mother?
Oh, no. Why are you here?
You all right? Is Billy all right?
Yes. Everything's fine.
Well, look... Lovely to see you, but I'm late for a meeting.
They can wait.
I've got something for you.
Something for a loving husband who's been working very hard...
..and is under a great deal of pressure.
Something to relieve his stress.
It's silk. From Japan.
Feel.
My hands are dirty.
Good.
Feel all of it.
Feel it properly.
You, er... You want to do this here?
Why not? I thought you were the boss.
I am the fucking boss. Then tell me what to do, boss.
Come here.
Right, before we start this extraordinary general meeting
of the board of the Shelby Company Limited,
I'd like to note the absence of the Deputy Vice President,
who has not yet arrived.
We'll continue without his presence.
HE CLEARS THROAT Item number one.
The reinstatement of the Shelby Company Limited company treasurer.
The board welcomes back the former treasure,
with generously improved terms and conditions.
Due to the exceptionally difficult circumstances
the company now finds itself in.
The proposed treasurer will now check the terms and conditions,
to see if they are in order.
Item number two, during the absence of the Company Accountant,
due to ill health,
all responsibility for the keeping of the Company Accounts
pass to the head of acquisitions.
Item number three. The Company Treasurer,
having read the terms and condition,
lodges a signed contract of employment agreeing
to the terms and conditions with the temporary head of accounts.
All those in favour of the reinstatement of Mrs Elizabeth Gray
to the position of The Shelby Company treasurer,
please raise your hands.
Why, goodness. Thank you.
Any other business?
Right, I declare this extraordinary general meeting over.
Now we talk about the real business...
..but, for that, we need Arthur.
Where the fuck is Arthur?
SHE EXCLAIMS
KNOCK ON DOOR
Mr Shelby! Fuck off.
They've broken into the paint shop. Oh, yeah?
They're chucking paint around -
I think they mean to set light to it.
Well, you deal with it, man, I'm fucking busy!
What was all that about?
In this sinful place,
there will be temptations.
It's my responsibility as your wife
to help you resist those temptations.
By putting myself between you...
..and the devil.
In the words of my sinful Catholic mother,
"Keep his balls empty and his belly full."
God rest her soul.
KNOCK ON DOOR Mr Shelby!
You have to come to the paint shop immediately! Please!
Oh, I have to go.
Won't be late.
Sorry, ladies, there's no smoking in here.
Yes, love, we know.
All right. He's an hour late. Fuck him.
This business directly affects Arthur, but he's not here,
so we'll take a vote without him.
What business?
Official business that wasn't on your agenda, Ada.
An informant told us that six years ago Luca Changretta
came from New York to Birmingham to be best man at his cousin's wedding.
We found out that they used Reid and Dunn in Broadgate
for the photographs.
The photographer kept the negatives. I persuaded him to give us copies...
..and to enlarge this one.
That is Luca Changretta.
I've seen his face, so I could pick him out.
Half the men in the photograph are Changrettas,
which means the chances are they're the men will come kill us.
We need to get both these photographs
into pubs and on street corners,
and put it about that there's a reward for information.
We also propose that we give a copy of this photograph
to Mr Aberama Gold.
We need to forget the idea that it has to be Arthur
that pulls the trigger. Tradition will just fuck us up.
We should wait for Arthur.
Arthur's not here, Ada.
We need Luca Changretta dead. That's it.
Dropping the law of the bullet is part of the process of modernisation
that I was working on before I were...
..before I was executed.
You weren't executed, Pol.
What did you call me?
Right. Let's take a vote. I'll deal with Arthur.
All those in favour of giving the photographs
to Mr Gold raise your hand.
Then it will be done.
Mum... Oh, "mum" now, is it?
I smelt perfume when I came in here.
Yeah, it was the flowers.
Right, that's it.
Who came in here, Michael?
The truth is, Polly, the woman that raised him came in here.
She has every right to come in here.
She brought him fucking apples and she left.
We're in the middle of a vendetta and Arthur's missing.
We need to find him.
Concentrate on what unites us.
This is all temporary.
Yeah, temporary, right.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
♪ There's a devil inside of me ♪
♪ He's holding on... ♪
Bastards!
♪ And I don't know if he's staying or for how long ♪
♪ There's a devil inside of me ♪
♪ And he's holding on ♪
♪ And I don't know if he's staying or for how long... ♪
Party is it, eh? Is that what it is?
What's this, a party, eh? Fuck off out of it!
Get out!
OK, I wasn't going to hit ya... but that wasn't fucking nice.
Oh, you...
Arthur! Mr Shelby! Please, Mr Shelby! Please.
Don't fucking move. Eh? Eh? Now get the fuck out!
Fuck you and fuck your revolution!
I'm a fucking mess.
GUNFIRE
Where are you going?
Come here.
Fucking hit man, are you?
Is that what you are?
Arthur Shelby, hey!
Let's see who wanted you.
What about...
What about fucking John Shelby?
John.
Thank you.
Send my guests in.
You wire Polo and let him tell the family.
He has four kids.
Don't you two have any other clothes to wear?
Uh?
Look at me.
Huh?
I'm here as a lover of theatre.
They kill two of our men...
..you complain about your fucking belly.
Luca.
Luca, con tutto rispetto...
With respect... "With respect?"
You raised.
"With respect?"
Open your mouth.
Come on...
Open your fucking mouth!
You fucking dress like them.
You eat like them.
You don't fucking talk to me about "with respect".
Sit down.
What do you have?
Arthur Shelby killed her son in a boxing ring four years ago.
She would do that for us?
OK.
Anyone seen Arthur?
Anyone seen Arthur? Hey?
In your office, Tom.
If you're not going to show up for a family meeting,
you let someone know. We thought you were dead,
there's 15 fucking Italians out there.
No, there's not, there's 13.
I just killed two of them.
Ripped out their hearts and burnt their bones to ash.
I did it.
Me. Your brother.
Not fucking Aberama Gold or his punch-drunk son.
But me!
Even if you don't trust me no more.
What the fuck are you talking about? Arthur?
I got cleaned up at Ada's.
She told me, you took a vote in my absence.
All right, calm down and tell me about the men you killed.
You put my job out for contract.
Arthur...
Yeah, well, I'm going to make it my fucking job anyway.
Because this was all my fault.
It was me that shot the old man... Yeah, out of mercy.
Aye, now John's dead,
he's dead because of me, and I want to make it right.
Arthur, wait.
How did the men get in the factory? I need to know.
Through the back fucking door
that was supposed to be locked and bolted.
Some bastard gave me up. Somebody with keys.
Yeah. Why don't you sit there and work it out for yourself?
And take a fucking vote.
Who is this little bear? Yes?
Eh?
Are you all right?
Daddy's home, Billy.
Yeah, I'm all right. Look, Daddy's home.
How's Polly?
Is she all right?
Oh, go on, Linda. I mean, it was her idea, wasn't it?
Hum? The Japanese silk?
I'll put him to bed.
SHE OPENS DOOR
You kept me away from that fucking meeting
to stop me from voting. Here we go.
It was Polly's idea, wasn't it?
Eh?
You know what I am, don't ya? I am a working man.
Yeah.
Fucking working man.
Fucking...who's lost his job.
Is that what I am, Linda?
Is that what I am, eh?
I don't want you dead. Polly doesn't want you dead.
Let Mr Gold do the killing. For money.
It's the modern way, Arthur.
Watch.
What are you doing?
Now fire it into the fireplace.
Please.
All right. Fire it.
Get rid of it.
Then we'll go to bed.
Do anything you like.
Just fire the gun, Arthur.
Fire it.
You go tell Polly...
..there are rules between a man and a woman.
Fucking rules.
That I have to do this.
I have to do it.
John wants me to do it, Linda.
My brother.
And I'm going to do it.
Was it fear, or was it hatred?
Was what fear or hatred? Isaiah...
You had a one way ticket to Glasgow in your pocket.
Your wife and kids left three days ago.
Now...I'm going to ask you again.
Was it fear of the Italians, or hatred of us
that made you unlock the door and give up my brother?
I didn't unlock any door.
Here, have a drink.
You're going to need it.
35 Drumcree Street, Parkhead, Glasgow...
Please, please, please, please...
We have allegiances with Catholic gangs in that city.
Your family are safe only at my discretion.
Now...explain to me...
..why you were catching a midnight train to Glasgow.
You mean you don't know?
I run a factory full of blackleg, non-union labour.
I live in a street full of men laid off or on strike.
Look at this photograph, Mr Devlin,
and tell me who are the men who contacted you... No.
No, you listen to me.
I get spat at,
windows smashed, petrol on the curtains...
..but, for fear of you, I clock in every fucking morning -
and, today, two men are shot and burnt on my shift...
..and you ask me why I'm getting the midnight train to Glasgow?
Who else has the keys to that door?
They hang on a hook inside my office.
Today, I left the office unlocked.
Why? Because I forgot. Because I left in a hurry.
Because there were men trying to set fire to the factory!
Mr Shelby, may I tell you something?
You have a lot of enemies.
Communists.
Italians.
Before the factory came out on strike,
I heard word that two Italians attended a Communist Party meeting
in Stechford. They hardly spoke English.
Now, if they got a party man into the factory
it might have been him that unlocked the door for them.
Mr Shelby...my train leaves at 12.
It's just gone 11. I could still make it.
Please. For my kids.
I need you here.
Isaiah, get three of our men with police badges
to watch Mr Devlin's house. Mr Shelby, please...
Our friends in Glasgow will take care of your family.
For the curtains.
Before you, I was an ordinary working man.
Yeah, and now you're one of us.
MUSIC: Bye Bye Blackbird by Gene Austin
SHE SINGS ALONG: ♪ Blackbird, blackbird ♪
♪ Singing the blues all day ♪
♪ Right outside of my door... ♪
MUSIC CONTINUES
HE KNOCKS
MUSIC STOPS
Who is it?
It's Tommy Shelby.
Is this union business?
Yes.
So, conduct it in the proper place at the proper time.
I've come to make an improved offer.
I heard music.
What's your improved offer?
Do I not get a drink?
No.
Have you ever seen any of the men in this photograph before? What?
You're a member of the Stechford Communist party.
I'm told two Italian men attended a meeting recently.
Can you see either of them in this picture?
As the Small Heath coordinator
of the Organisation for the Maintenance of Supplies,
I have also been sworn in as a Special...
SHE SIGHS
We have reason to believe that outside agitators from overseas
are attempting to foment trouble in our factories
in advance of a General Strike,
which could take place at any moment.
This is a matter of national security.
May I look at your badge?
Yes.
What would you like to drink, Constable?
Whisky. And, actually, it's Sergeant.
I only have beer. Times are hard.
How long has it been since you've had a bottle of M&B bitter?
Help yourself.
Have a seat.
You know, when this business began, I did some research on you.
It turns out I know someone who used to know you very well.
Kitty Jurossi.
You were in love with Kitty's sister, Greta Jurossi,
before the war. Do you remember Greta Jurossi?
Her parents were Italian.
They didn't approve of a Watery Lane Gypsy...
..but you won them over. With your charm.
Sweetness.
Very... Very thorough research.
Greta died at the age of 19. Of consumption...
..and Kitty said you were at her bedside for three months.
Every day. Holding her hand...
..and after she died, you went away to war.
Kitty said that the sweet boy who left never came back.
No-one came back.
Here's the funniest thing.
She said, in those days, you believed in things.
In justice. Fairness.
Once you saw a man beating his horse, and you fought him.
He was twice your size, but you beat him...
..and then you beat him with his own whip.
Kitty always liked to tell tall tales.
She's a party member now.
She swears before you enlisted in the army
you joined the Communist Party yourself.
Is that true?
MUSIC STARTS
When I was at the door,
I saw you through the curtains.
You were dancing alone.
I've also done my research.
Your sweetheart was at Passchendaele.
When he came back, he was listed among the shellshocked.
Blew his own fucking brains out.
I don't know any men in the photo.
You haven't looked.
This afternoon, two men came into my factory
and tried to kill my brother.
I believe a Stechford Communist Party member let him in.
I was wondering if you might be able to help me in my investigations.
Kitty said next time I see you, before we start fighting,
I should send you her love from the good old days...
..and give you this.
Greta Jurossi and Tommy Shelby in Blackpool.
Do you recognise the boy in the photograph?
I'll leave that here.
Apologies for interrupting your dance.
♪ I wish ♪
♪ But it's all in vain ♪
♪ I wish I was ♪
♪ A maid again ♪
♪ But a maid again ♪
♪ I never can be ♪
♪ Till apples grow... ♪
Arthur, I need you to listen to me.
I need you to listen to me, Arthur.
The world is changing.
Listen to me, Arthur.
Listen to the sweet voice of Jesus.
Finn? It came from Arthur's house.
HE BANGS ON DOOR Arthur.
Where is he?
Arthur?
He fired the bullet.
Linda...
..says it's the modern way, so...
It's the modern way.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, it's all right.
It's all right, brother.
You did well.
God spoke to him, not me.
What are you doing here?
On Mondays, I do the inventory.
Make sure nobody's dipping their hand.
Well, it's my job now.
I'm back -
and there's going to be nobody dipping their hand with me here,
not unless they want it cut off.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
I said to Arthur, while I'm in this fucking place,
I want something to keep my mind busy.
What? You're going to take bets?
I've always been able to do addition and subtraction
without pen and paper -
but I'll need a telephone.
Apparently, we have special clients who take bets by telephone.
Linda?
This is a betting shop.
Look...
..Arthur said yes. Tommy said yes.
But did God say yes? Gambling is a sin, Linda.
It's not me that's doing the gambling.
I'm just taking the bets.
The rule is that door should always remain locked until 9am.
Right. Boy. Boy, where are you going?
Well, Arthur's not coming in today. He's taking the day off.
So... So what?
So, today, Tommy said that I'm in charge.
Sorry, you're in charge?
Yeah. That's what he said.
All right, sweetheart.
Ladies, let's give our boss a first day that he'll never forget.
Sending Finn to the shop was a mistake.
They've already found out he's a virgin and they're arranging
a girl for him this afternoon.
I thought Linda was there.
She is. She loved the idea.
Yeah, I know. She even swears now.
"Fuck" sounds funny coming from her.
Polly says in the end we all turn into our mother.
Ah, well, keep an eye on her.
The whore watching the Madonna.
Does Finn know what they've planned? No.
Do they have someone?
Yes. A girl I used to work with.
Is she nice? No. She's from Aston.
They're paying her out of petty cash.
Right, well, call 'em and tell them to pay extra and get someone nice.
Nice women don't do that sort of thing. Yes, they do. What about you?
I mean, in the past. Come on.
Where are we going?
Somewhere I've not been in a long time.
WILDFOWL CALL AND SQUAWK
Are we expecting somebody?
Tommy, I'm fucking freezing here.
We used to come here.
She'd wait for hours for me, when I couldn't make it...
..and I'd wait for her, if her family kept her in.
Who?
Some girl.
Some girl before France.
I've not been back here since...
..but I wanted to come here with you.
Are you kissing her or me?
You.
I want Shelby Company Limited
to increase non-taxable charitable contributions to local charities
by 25% as of now...
..and I'm going to build two new institutes for destitute children.
One in Saltley, one in Digbeth.
I've already identified the buildings.
Two former workhouses.
I want you to be in charge of the project.
Right, come on, let's go.
Why?
Because I promised someone I was going to change the world.
You do realise, Tommy, we're all going fucking mad here.
Yeah, I know. Come on.
Finn? Come here.
How was your day?
Yeah, it was OK.
Good man. Well done.
No trouble?
No. No trouble.
And she looked after you?
I don't want it like that ever again, Tom.
Not when they don't even want to do it, except for the money.
Everything's for the money, Finn. Yeah, I know. But, er...
She said "be a man".
And were you a man?
Yeah...
...but then I apologised to her, cos she just looked so tired.
Sit down, Finn.
Right, listen to me, Finn. She was right.
You need to be a fucking man.
People get tired.
Working in a fucking factory gets you tired.
I don't go round apologising. Do I?
No.
There's an empty space here to be filled.
Do you understand? Yeah.
So, be a fucking man.
OK, Tom.
Champagne, please. Of course.
Madam, women alone are not allowed at the bar.
Will someone be joining you?
What do you think?
This is public enough, no?
Yes.
So?
The boy in the hospital is out of bounds...
...and I'll ask you to spare Finn and Arthur.
In return for what?
Tommy Shelby.
And, er, why should I trust you?
Because you know our history.
You know what happened between us.
You are an unlikely Cassius.
You know, my mother...
My mother knew your mother.
She taught her how to read.
Did she tell you that John and Arthur spared her life?
When Tommy wanted her dead.
Yeah - and now she's giving me the information about you people.
So, Tommy Shelby was right.
His ruthlessness... was justified.
You should have killed her when you had the chance.
John was a good boy.
Arthur tries.
Tommy's different.
You take Tommy. Spare the rest.
You know, my mother used to say this about you.
She said, "That Polly Gray,
"that child would never let go of a grievance...
"...and she loves to dance."
What do you say, hm?
You want to dance?
I don't dance any more.
Yeah, that's a shame...
...cos you're dancing with me.