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There are some things we need
to discuss.

Our friend Jimmy McCavern has asked
for control of the racecourses

north of Wincanton. I said yes.

-In return for what?
-No return.

None.

I'm glad I didn't shoot you.

It would have been a kindness.

Now get out.

This is a cheque guarantee.
Signed by Mosley...

..on behalf of a man called
Jimmy McCavern.

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The consequence of good intentions.

My good intentions.

Push the button.

Unlock the door and come home to me.

I've a job for you.

I'll come for you...

..after midnight on Wednesday.

Barney Thomason...

..is going to kill Oswald Mosley.

While he's on stage.

While I'm stood next to him.

And then I will take over
as leader of the party.

It's going to be a busy few
weeks, brother.

You prefer Irish to Scotch?

Yes, Mr Churchill.

Irish over Scotch.

Cigarettes over Havana cigars.

And your mother was probably born
in a tent.

Grandmother in a tent.

My mother on a narrow boat.

And always happy to give smart
answers to men born better than you.

A man needs to prove he is better
than me

rather than show me his
birth certificate.

You see, I don't have one,
so they mean very little to me.

You speak beautifully in
the House...

-Thank you.
-..and believe not a word of what you are saying.

Conviction introduces emotion,
which is the enemy of oratory.

You read Greek literature.

I have trouble sleeping.

Is there a reason for your visit,
Mr Churchill?

You are forming an alliance
with a fascist.

So I made some enquiries amongst the
worst people in Whitehall,

and I found out that you are not
forming an alliance with him at all.

You are spying on him.

Yes.

Why?

The honest answer is...

..I'm no longer sure.

Do you dig your own garden,
Mr Shelby?

I have a gardener.

In fact, I have three gardeners.

Three generations of
men with no ambition...

..who are happier than I will
ever be.

Well, if you ask them, they will
tell you

that there are certain species
of weed

that no matter how much you tug
at them, poison them,

they continue to grow back.

In the end, the only solution
is to plough up the top soil,

create a field of mud

and blow up and burn
the exposed tap roots.

That's what you and I did in France.

But when I hear that man
Mosley speak,

I see the green shoots of another
war growing up around his feet.

And you see exactly the same thing
I do.

That's why you oppose him.

Yeah.

Your mystery solved.

What is your strategy?

I won't burden you with it.

You're going to break the law.

I need to sleep.

You said you don't sleep.

I said I have trouble sleeping.

As do I.

As do I.

Mr Shelby,

I have no doubt that there was once
a time in Flanders

when you were under the ground
and I was above it,

both working to the same end.

We are in the same exact situation
here, in Westminster.

Do what you have to do, Mr Shelby.

And if you need anything, call me.

There are some times, some nights...

..when I don't see the point
of carrying on with any of it.

Oh.

That old dance routine.

I put out a cigar, and an hour later
I want another.

Sometimes, the bridge between hours
is a fragile as that.

But use it anyway.

A tent.

Then a boat.

Then a house.

Now a mansion.

That's something. Isn't it?

Yeah, that is something.

By the way...

..was it you who killed
that Ulsterman intelligence officer?

I forget his name.

Major Campbell.

Yes, Campbell.

No.

It was my aunt.

I really must come up to Birmingham
some day

and spend an evening with
your family.

They sound interesting.

Yes.

We'd like that.

I got to Harold French, refereeing
Liverpool. He just wants cash.

Tom the tatter, reffing Sheffield
Wednesday, wants cash

and a beating for a bloke who's
screwing his wife.

The clap doctor said go easy
on the whiskey, yeah?

Finn.

You don't knock?

No, Finn.

I don't knock.

Right.

Hello, Billy.

How are you, mate?

Good, Mr Shelby.

Yeah, you look good.

That's a nice suit.

Thank you, Mr Shelby.

He earned that suit.

We made more on the matches than we
did on the races last Saturday.

He's a good man.

Yeah, I know that. Mm.

You're coming up in the world, I
like it.

How's the missus, hmm?

The old trouble and strife,
as the cockneys like to call it.

She moved out.

Oh, that's a shame.

Mind if I join you, eh?

Mind if I join the party? Look at
this, having some fun. Hmm?

You're a good man, Billy.

You're a good man, eh?

You could sing like a bird in
a cage.

And what did we do, eh?

We opened that cage,
and the real man flies out,

reveals himself.

The truth is young, Billy boy...

Yeah.

Here, look.

What have we got here? Oh, look.

Look at that, Billy boy, eh?

Then there's some snow there, look.

Oh, there's more. Look,
snowflakes, Billy.

Now, I know you like that, hmm?
Well, I do too.

So, I'll tell you what, why don't we
have a little line together.

Eh? Why don't we do a little bit of
snow together?

Oh, spilt it all down you an' all.

It's the eyes. Sorry, mate.

Hey, what can I do?
I'm messy, aren't I, Billy?

I do apologise.

And you. Hmm?

Look at you.

Sitting here with your mate, eh?
Your best mate.

Well, while you're sitting here,
talking about our business,

drinking whiskey, smoking
and sniffing...

-Hmm?
-And working.

You remember, you tell this man

about our family business...

..and it's his life you're risking.
Cos people talk, Finn.

We...we only ever talk about
football and women, Mr Shelby.

Football and women, we
only ever...

We only ever talk about football
and women.

-Oh, do you?
-Yeah.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Come on.

Family meeting, let's go.

You're not eating right.
You're not eating right.

You're not getting the natural
things in you, boy,

that's what it is, always.

You bearing up, Arthur?

Bearing up for what?

Bearing up to being free, Pol.

Another glass, eh?

Another glass of so what.

Are you all right, Charlie?

Mad bastard Barney kicked me
in the shin when I woke him up.

Where is the mad bastard?

He's tied to a lamp post outside
with three Lee boys,

shitting themselves.

Have a drink.

First of all, an apology
from Lizzie - she can't be here.

Charles has a violin concert.

Also, a welcome to Mr Aberama Gold.

He and Polly are to be married
in three weeks, with my blessing.

From now on, Aberama will be welcome
at our meetings.

First item of business,
a bereavement.

Colonel Ben Younger,

who may perhaps have become
a member of this family,

was taken from us,
four days ago,

by dark forces.

We've made some investigations,

and we think we know
who planted the bomb.

In the meantime,
our thoughts are with Ada

and the baby inside of her,

who may one day sit at
these meetings,

but hopefully under
happier circumstances.

Let's drink to
happier circumstances.

Yeah.

To Ada.

-To Ada.
-To Ada.

Item number two.

An announcement, regarding Michael.

Before you go on, Tommy,

there's something I'd like to say
to the whole family directly,

regarding finances and the future of
this company.

According to your own estimations,

this new venture of the delivery
and shipment of opium

will bring into the company
around £2 million per year.

Therefore, due to the
amounts involved,

I think this company
should be restructured.

Michael, I think this can wait
till outside the family meeting.

Restructured in what way?

Because of the amounts of
money involved,

shipment and dispatch will become

the primary source of income
to the company.

It's simple mathematics.

And with the help of my wife,

I will organise an expansion
into America,

where the narcotics business
is just beginning to grow.

See, I have very good contacts
in Detroit,

New York, Boston, who I've already
spoken to about this.

And Gina has family who are very
experienced in this kind of business.

According to the conversations
I've had with them,

with a regular supply
of pure opium from China,

within a short space of time,

the American narcotics business
will bring in 20 million per annum.

Enough money for you to all enjoy an
easing of the burden

you all now feel.

See, I know that the scars
and the wounds,

they're on the inside,
not on the outside.

And as a member of the
new generation,

I'm able to take that great burden
off your weary shoulders.

A new decade is coming.

There'll be new opportunities
in new territories.

More money than we've ever
had before.

Tommy,

you can still do the good work
that deep down you want to do.

Mum, you can get married
and live in that big house.

Arthur, you can be the man
that Linda wants you to be.

Fuck Linda.

Finn.

You've proved yourself.

You're part of the new generation.

You could come to New York, with me.

Here is my proposal.

A full restructuring of the company.

I will be managing director...

..and you can be
nonexecutive chairman,

but under an assumed name,
to protect your reputation.

I've found the name of a dead man.

You will be registered as Mr Jones.

You will each receive a percentage
of the profits as an annuity,

and you will no longer have
to engage

in any of the
associated activities.

Take a look at the future, Tommy.

At least read it with an open mind.

It's cold in here, Michael.

Tommy, the Americans want to deal
with me.

Item number three.

Tell him the truth.

Go on.

He can take it.

Tell me the truth, Michael.

The Americans don't want to deal

with an old-fashioned,
backstreet razor gang.

Those days are done.

Tommy. He's bitten through the
fucking rope.

They've got him cornered,
but they need help.

Go and get him!

Fuck the Americans.

I'm doing this for you, Tommy.

It's time.

And you know it.

Tommy, Mum's leaving,

John's dead, Arthur needs help,

Ada's man was killed in your own
back yard because you fucked up.

Go on, Tom. Go on, cut me.

Like the good old days.

Or...

..see this for what it is.

A natural succession...

..that someday must happen.

I gave you an opportunity, Michael,
you've betrayed me.

Don't be here when I get back.

You...

-You can tell your family...
-Let me guess.

Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders.

Right?

Well...

..guess we're going to be forced
to take the second option.

They're not fucking voices!

Whoa! Whoa! Calm down.

-Put the gun down.
-They're not fucking voices!

Barney!

Barney.

Put down the gun. At ease.

Finn.

At ease, soldier. At ease.
Look at me. You're on our side.

You're at home. You're at home.

Yeah? Yeah.

Here. Take this, Barney. Jeremiah.

Yeah.

Take him to Charlie's yard
before he falls over.

The devil will now be an angel.
Isiah, Curly, you go with him.

Come, brother. Let me give you the
good news.

Jesus loves you.

So, where the fuck is he?

All right, boys. A
subsidiary meeting of the generation

that actually do the work.

Right.
Let's have the good stuff.

None of that shit ponces drink.

Here we go, look.

All right, so item number three.

An introduction.

Except now you've already met the
man I was going to introduce.

In France, he was a comrade.

What the fuck is he now, Tom?

He's a man we can use, Johnny.

For what? Put him in a ring with a
bear and take bets on the outcome.

I tell you, I wouldn't put much
money on the fucking bear.

Aberama,

that man is a trained
Royal Marine sniper.

Furthermore, he has a
criminal profile

which will make his actions
explicable to the police.

What actions?

A killing.

And since when
did you worry about the police?

Barney Thomason...

..is going to kill an MP.

Possibly the future prime minister
of Great Britain.

What the fuck, Tom?

After the killing,

there will be an investigation
by Special Branch

and intelligence forces.

There will be a lot of powerful
people as angry as fucking hornets.

We need there to be no connection
to us.

Barney Thomason is registered
as criminally insane.

He broke out. He's an old soldier.

He has known grievances.

No-one will question that the
assassination was carried out

by a single gunman acting alone.

And you'd sacrifice an old comrade?

If they catch him, they won't hang
him on grounds of insanity,

just send him back to where I
found him.

He'll have had a very
eventful holiday

that he'll probably believe
never really happened.

And where will this killing
take place?

There you go.

He'll be on stage.

With lots...

..of witnesses.

During the rally,

there will be an
anti-fascist demonstration.

Amidst the confusion,
a shot will be fired.

And we're organising
this demonstration?

-Yeah.
-And where will you be, Tom?

I'll be down on one knee,
cradling his head...

..while the life drains from him.

Then I'll make a speech...

..saying how the cause he died for
must continue...

..continue safe in my hands.

Holy fuck.

Tommy...

..does your ambition have no limits?

Jimmy McCavern will be running
security at this event.

He'll probably be in the wings.

You can take his life
in whichever manner you choose.

What do you want us to do, Tom?

You and Arthur
and a couple of the Lee boys,

you'll be in charge
of getting Barney into position.

He'll be up in the lighting gantry.

We'll need chains and a twitch, Tom.

No. I will medicate him.

So he's going to be cross-eyed
when he takes the shot?

In France, he never missed...

..no matter what they gave him.

He'll have had plenty of
target practise.

Before he takes the shot,

Arthur here will give him some
cocaine to sharpen him up.

So just...

You're going to be up on the stage

while this criminally insane gunman
filled with cocaine

takes aim at a man
just a yard away from you?

Welcome to the family, Aberama.

What about me, Thomas? The man with
the broken fucking leg.

After the killing,

every copper in Birmingham
will be sent to Bingley Hall.

Use that opportunity

to get that boat full of opium
up to Stourbridge locks.

There, you'll be met
by some Chinese gentlemen.

They will have two suitcases full
of cash.

£250,000.

Every man in this room
will receive 30,000 in cash,

in recognition of extra services.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, Tom!

Anyone who want to leave, leave now.

Anyone who is tired
of this old-fashioned,

backstreet fucking razor gang
can leave.

Anyone who's tired can fucking stop.

Good.

Charlie, go to the yard and light
a fire.

Johnny, bring the van around.

What's the fire for, Tom?

There is an item number four.

It's time.

Jeez, Mr Shelby.

If I'd have known, I'd have come in
early and served ye drinks, huh?

Here, Micky.

Sit down there.

Sure, I'll have a drink, will I?

Here you go, have a drink.

A few days ago, I went to
London, Micky...

..to collect some cargo.

I was met by the Titanic boys.

They knew I was coming.

Yeah. When, where, what time.

They even knew...

-..the cargo I was picking up.
-Jesus.

Four days ago, Micky...

..a soldier was killed

outside my office...

..by a bomb.

Yeah, erm, the papers said that
was IRA.

No, it wasn't the IRA, Micky.

No. It weren't the IRA, Micky.

I spoke to the girls who work
at the Digbeth telephone exchange.

They're friends of mine.

I asked them what calls were made
around the time of the explosion.

They told me that...

..30 minutes before the explosion a
call was made to a man in Sparkhill

who has connections
to the Ulster Volunteer Force.

He now offers his services for cash.

Paddy Rose.

Yeah, me and my brother,
we spoke to Paddy.

At length.

He told us it was him
that planted the bomb.

Yeah, we spoke to him.

We killed him, Micky.

Paddy Rose is dead.

We weighted him down,

we sunk him,

to the bottom of the
Grand Union Canal.

The girls at the exchange
gave me the number

of the man that called, Micky,
before the explosion.

That was your number.

Micky, it was you who called him.

You tipped him off.

You were told to call him if a black
man of a certain description

ever came to Small Heath.

We know you've...

..you've been giving the
Titanic boys information as well.

We know that.

Yeah.

You've been working behind the
bar, hmm?

Seeing what goes on,
listening, taking notes,

and selling your stories
to the highest bidder. Hmm?

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on, man.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.

I'm sorry, Mr Shelby.

Don't look at Tommy.

The ceiling would be
cheaper, brother.

Micky!

Look at that, Arthur.

Eh?

Shaking like the hand of a
normal man.

What about item five, Tom?

Huh?

There is an item five, right, Tommy?

I'm fucking sinking
here, man.

I'm fucking sinking, Tom.

You...you...you said there's an
item five. Say it, Tommy.

Item five could start now, Tommy.

It could start this year, a
new decade.

M-M-Michael...

Michael could be right -
we could go, Tommy.

We could go.

We could fucking leave this place.
We could leave it to the kids.

Michael's... He might be right.

He might be fucking right.

Arthur! There is no item
number five!

Go and check that Polly is still
on our side.

I have to go to Margate.

All right, Tom.

All right, brother!

Oh, God. Jesus Christ.

You out there, Tommy?

Yeah. I'm here.

I was just having some oil rubbed
into the bits

that really hurt, mate.

What do you think of that view, eh?

It's Margate. What can you do?

I'll tell you something,
Tommy, right?

I sit all day every day in
that chair,

on that balcony,
contemplating the fact, right,

that life is so much easier to deal
with when you are dead!

-Hello, Alfie.
-Yeah.

Did you...did you look
through the binoculars?

-Yeah.
-I watch ships. No two are the same.

Yeah.

That is how God sees us both, in
his eyes.

God, eh?

Yeah, sort of. I mean, you know.

Someone who's responsible
for all this fucking mess.

Now, how soon did you know
that I was not dead?

You wrote me a letter, Alfie.

Did I?

Yeah, you asked about your dog.

They gave me a lot of drugs
at first.

Hmm. Yeah, all right.

I was lying out there,

and the tide had come in,
and it woke me up.

I remember looking around
and thinking, you know...

"Fuck. If this is hell...

"..it looks a lot like Margate."

Maybe that's just what hell looks
like, eh?

No, no. Not according to this
holy book right here, yeah?

It gives a very, very
vivid description.

You and I are both fucked, mate.

Do you read the papers, Alfie?

No, don't be silly.

But you've heard.

What, fascism, yeah?

Three,

two,

one,

bang.

No?

Fine.

Good Lord, your fucking condition
has got worse, mate.

Mine, on the other hand,

I've been living the dream.

Sometimes, I will shoot
at the side of a ship.

And sometimes I'll sit here,
I may shoot at the old seagull.

Alfie...

..I'm going to shoot Oswald Mosley.

Right, well...

..I hope you do a better job on him
than the one you done on me, yeah?

I mean, what...

..what were you thinking? Was your
mind somewhere else, Tommy?

Yes, it was actually.

Yeah, all right.

Oh, look.

A ship.

Why do you want to shoot him?

I need to organise a riot, Alfie.

-Right.
-And I hear you still have some...standing

in the Jewish community.

Let me be clear, right?

Since my resurrection,

I am considered to be a God,
all right?

In the Holy Land,
someone has made an image of me

out of rock embedded in the sand,
so I'm told,

and I am planning to make
a pilgrimage

to stand in my own shadow.

Are you going to shoot him
because this man is evil?

I need men who can fight.

Mosley uses men from Glasgow.

So if the men causing the trouble
are Jewish it will be...explicable.

Since when did you need
explanations, Tommy?

Since I entered politics.

Oh, that's right, yeah.

Oh, yeah. And how has that been
for you, Tom?

Gangs, wars, truces...

Nothing I didn't already know.

So you think if you kill him,
you...you will kill the message,

yeah?

I will kill the man,

then I will kill the message.

How much you paying?

I thought you might do it for the
cause, Alfie.

Fuck off.

Each man will get £20.

You'll get £5,000.

You know, as a god, Tommy, right,

I am now able to just rise
above those kinds of insults, mate.

Ten?

How is my dog?

Your dog is fine.

In that case, ten should be enough.
Where do you want the men?

-Birmingham.
-No. No.

20 will not be enough

for my lads to step inside
that fucking shit hole.

It will have to be 25 at least.

25 it is. You can take your dog
back, then, eh?

No, it's better for him
to think that I am still dead.

As it is also with the police.

Right.

So you're still at it, eh, Tommy?

Hmm.

You ain't got no Margate to go to.

No.

And I have no interest
in shooting seagulls.

Oh, you have in shooting
cabinet ministers?

Yeah.

-And their paid informants.
-Mm.

I was on a lot of drugs at first,
right, due to the pain, you know,

on account of it...

Well, you know, being shot in the
face by...some cunt.

I won't bore you with the details,
it'dchill ya.

Nonetheless, I had a
recurring dream.

I saw you in a field, right?

With a big black horse.

And you said goodbye,

and then...bang.

All right, then. Well, what now?

I will continue...

..till I find a man that I
can't defeat.

Hmm.

Arthur asked whose side I was on.

There will be a war...

..and one of you will die.

But which one, I cannot tell.

Hmm.

He's going to do it anyway.

-Yeah.
-You should know,

if Aberama takes his side,
I will kill him.

What about me?

I'll do what I have to do, Pol.

Kill...and kill...

It's the only way to make
people listen.

Soon you'll have a stage to
stand on.

Millions of people will listen
to you.

And you will run the country
like you run this family.

It appears to be what people want.

But not me.

Not any more.

My resignation.

If it's Barney you're worried about,
he's sleeping.

But I can't sleep because my fucking
leg is cracked.

Tell me how my mother went, Charlie.

You know.

She drowned.

I know it wasn't by accident.

Tell me the truth, Charlie.

The truth, Tommy, yeah?

The fucking truth.

Fuck's sake.

She just stepped into the canal.

Your dad was no use.

It was me trying to stop her,
for three days.

In the end, she did it anyway.

-Did she say why?
-Nothing that made sense.

Tell me the things
that didn't make sense.

She said it were the Gypsies
made the nails for Jesus's cross.

That's why we're cursed
and restless.

Yeah, go on.

You have to move around or the guilt
catches up with you.

I said, "Well, why not go on the
road for a bit?"

She went to Worcester.

She came back with a white pony.

That one she gave to you.

You used to ride it round, remember?

She seemed happy for a bit,
watching you ride it.

And then she was gone.

None of it made any sense.

Afterwards, whenever I looked
at that white pony, I saw her.

You see, I was in love with
her, Tom.

No-one knew but me.

Broke my fucking heart
to pull her from the cut.

You know, your grandfather,
he went the same way.

Suicide.

Sometimes, these things run in
the family.

Fuck family, Tom.

You just have to get on with it.

You're a Gypsy.

You have to move around,
or it all catches up with you.

You didn't need all them tablets,

you just needed another fucking
war, eh?

Perish Judah.

Perish Judah.

Shalom, my friends. Shalom.

-Shalom.
-Shalom.

In you come, eh?

Show these fascist bastards no
mercy, brothers.

The Jew and the Gypsy united.

Look, I have got to go, yeah?
I have to go.

Go where?

They're shooting a fascist tonight.

-You're going to do what?
-Sh.

Mosley's in town.

Really?

Look, go into town,

get some drink and some girl

and listen to the radio.

We will not stand by and let this
scum have free rein in our city!

Fascism must not be allowed to voice
its creed of hatred.

Out the fucking way!

We have a right to protest!

Get back!

Anybody heckles you,
beat the fuck out of them.

We have a right to protest!

We got another one. Let's go.
Get, get!

Calm yourself down.

It's not against the law to protest.

Out of the way. Out of
the way.

Let her go.

-I don't need the help of a fascist.
-Yes, you do.

At Steelhouse Lane, they will do
whatever they want to you.

Let her go.

I'm Tommy Shelby, and I'm ordering
you to let her fucking go. Go on.

Fuck you.

Jessie, you can do more damage
from the inside.

Do you understand?

You can do more damage from
the inside.

Come on.

Come on.

Out of the way. Out of the way.

Shut up!

Here, look.

There, look.

I'll join yer.

Going to play, eh?

Now, you know what you're doing,
don't you?

Yeah. Tommy checks his pocket watch,
I count ten,

then I blow the other bloke's
head off.

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

There, that's for after.

Thank you. Thank you.

-See you later, Arthur.
-Oh, soldier...

Soldier, you do that, you run
like fuck.

-Don't stop.
-Run like fuck.

-Yeah.
-Run like fuck.

In here.

Here, for your face.

At least I have only one face.

What did you mean,
"damage from the inside"?

-I have a strategy.
-You always have a strategy.

But it's dangerous,

and it cannot be shared
without sharing the danger.

You think I'm afraid?

No, but it's only going to put you
in more danger.

Jessie, before the speeches start,
just go home.

There's going to be lots
of arrests.

-You have a mark against your name.
-Why?

What's going to happen?

I'm going to do a good thing.

Whenever I do a good thing,

innocent people get hurt.

So go home.

After this evening, we can meet,
discuss strategy.

That beast out there, he's just
a beast.

It's like a horse.

It's the rider that decides
what direction it takes.

And who will be the rider?

Just go home.

Full?

To the fucking brim.

Trouble?

So far, a few communists.

Bullers helped our boys clear
them away.

Well, a few hecklers are a
good thing.

We can illustrate
how we deal with opposition.

There's a rumour of a gang of
Jews were coming up from Digbeth.

No sign of them yet.

Well, let them come.

Welcome them appropriately.

There are a few Peaky boys around.

They are your allies. There'll be no
rifts between us.

Keep your powder dry.

Mr McCavern?

Perish Judah.

No joke, Mr McCavern.

Perish Judah.

You turn the radio on
and turn up the volume.

I want to listen the news.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr Oswald Mosley.

Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

Perish Judah!

Welcome, men and women
of Birmingham.

Thank you for coming here
on this cold, dark night,

in spite of the obstruction
and provocation of our enemies.

Our enemies deal in bricks
and stones and bottles.

We deal in reasoned principle,
argument and fact.

Among those enemies, we can number
Mr Winston Churchill,

who last night condemned me in the
House as a threat to democracy.

Them's that gone are the lucky ones.
Them's that gone are the lucky ones.

But then Mr Churchill has never been
a friend of the common people.

Faced with the alternative

of saying goodbye to the
gold standard,

and therefore to his own employment,

he characteristically selected
the latter,

but of course....

..not all attending tonight

will be convinced of our cause.

Some will have come here tonight
to find out for themselves

what we stand for.

Whenever you're ready, Tom.

So here are our guiding principles.

Every citizen shall serve the state.

Not the banks, not factions...

..not the Jews!

Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
Perish Judah! Perish Judah!

The barriers of class will
be abolished

and a greater Britain will be born

of the national socialist
and fascist creed.

It is useless to hide from ourselves
the fact that ever since 1918,

when our heroes returned
from France,

our empire has shown all the signs
of disintegration,

and our people are threatened
by gathering disaster.

Get out of my way!

Out of the way!

Go. Go.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two apple crumble...

I think it's about time
we got off the stage, old man,

until this thing is sorted.

The coppers are here, Arthur.
You gotta get away from the body.

What the fuck are you doing here?

-What happened?
-I don't know what happened.

I don't know what fucking happened.
It doesn't make any fucking sense.

Wait. Fuck, it's us.

Aberama's dead, he's gone.

He's gone, and they came for
me, too.

What the fuck is she doing here?

Arthur, they got to Barney.

They knew everything. They knew
fucking everything.

Who? Who knew, Tom?

Johnny, get this woman out of here.

-I want to know.
-Yeah. Get her out of here. Get her out!

It doesn't make sense.

Doesn't make fucking sense.

Who? Who? Who?

The Chinese, the Italians...

..the Branch, Intelligence,
McCavern, Mosley...

Mosley knew nothing!

He knew nothing!

WHO?!

Jesus fucking Christ.

You're fucking frightening me, Tom.

It doesn't make sense.

Who?

Who? Who?

Who?

Who? You know, Tom, you
must know.

You're fucking scaring me.
What are you doing?

Talk to me.

Maybe I've found him, Arthur,
the man I can't defeat.

-Mosley?
-I don't know. I don't fucking know.

Doesn't make sense.

Let's...

Let's go inside.

We'll work it out...

-..have a drink.
-I need to walk.

The work's all done, Tommy.

It's all done.

We can walk away from all of this.

It's so easy. It's so soft.

Such a small change.

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