All language subtitles for Peaky Blinders S01E03 Episode eng

TOMMY: I intend to do
business with Billy Kimber.

- (GUNSHOT)
- (WOMAN SCREAMING)

Is there any man
here named Shelby?

TOMMY: I'm planning an
expansion onto the racetracks.

It would be an honour to
work with you, Mr Kimber.

Nobody works "with"
me. People work "for" me.

TOMMY: Danny, you're a
good man and a good soldier.

Yes, Sergeant Major.

(SCREAMING)

Freddie Thorne is at
the very top of my list.

Well, cross him off. He
won't be returning to the city.

THORNE: We're not
going anywhere, Ada.

We're gonna stay here, we're
gonna marry here, with our baby.

I'm not afraid of Tommy Shelby.

Thomas, you sell those guns to anyone
who has use to them, you will hang.

POLLY: Dump them somewhere
the police can find them.

No.

Thomas Shelby is now the beginning,
the middle and the end of your mission.

So what shall I do?

CAMPBELL: You must do
everything you can to get close to him.

Dig out a nice dress, I
want to take you to the races.

I warn you, I'll
break your heart.

Already broken.

(PEOPLE CHATTING)

♪ Take a little walk to the edge
of town and go across the track

♪ 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 know
you're never coming back ♪

Morning, sir.

♪ On a gathering storm
comes a tall handsome man

♪ In a dusty black coat
with a red right hand ♪

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Give me a bottle of whisky
and three glasses, please.

- Scotch or Irish?
- Irish.

I've decided not
to go to the races.

Not unless you give
me another two pound

ten shilling towards the dress.

I've already given you three.

How much did you pay for
the suit you'll be wearing?

Oh, I don't pay for suits.
My suits are on the house.

Or the house burns down.

So, you want me to go
looking like a flower girl?

- What I want makes no difference.
- (GLASSES CLINKING)

It's not me you're
dressing up for.

You'll forgive me, Mr
Shelby, if I indulge a little bit?

Please.

It takes a lot for a
man from Sparkbrook

to step inside this
pub. (CHUCKLES)

Anyone with money and good
intentions is welcome at The Garrison.

(MATCH STRIKING)

Now, you said you had business.

It's delicate, Mr Shelby.

It's a question of who
knows what about what.

Concerns the factory
down the road at the BSA.

Now, as you might know, most
of the paint shop there is Irish.

Big old place like that,
rumours get started.

Rumours that
there was a robbery.

Robbery of what?

MAN: Guns, Mr Shelby.

A serious amount of guns.

TOMMY: And what
business is that of mine?

When it comes to speculation,
you can't beat a factory night shift.

Some say there was
word from the proofing bay

it was the Peaky
Blinders that took them.

Your night shift
must be dreaming.

- Maybe they are.
- Maybe they're not.

What we're trying
to say is, Mr Shelby,

that if you were to hear about
the whereabouts of said items,

we'd pay good money.

- You have good money?
- We have the collections from the pubs.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

- For who do you speak?
- The people of Ireland.

The Irish Republican Army.

- For a fact?
- For a fucking fact.

You think we're jokers?

Am I laughing?

♪ Oh, father, why are you so sad

♪ On this bright Easter morn ♪

Maguire, will you shut up?

♪ When Irishmen
are proud and glad

♪ Of the land where
they were born ♪

Maguire, away and shite.
We're trying to talk business here.

♪ Oh, Son, I see
sad memories view

♪ Of far-off distant days

♪ When, being
just a boy like you,

♪ I joined the IRA ♪

Bravo.

♪ Where are the lads
who stood with me ♪

TOMMY: All right, boys.

♪ When history was made ♪

If I hear anything about who know
what about what, I'll let you know.

♪ I long to see the
boys of the old IRA ♪

I thought you only allowed
singing on Saturday.

Whisky's good proofing water.

Tells you who's
real and who isn't.

And what did my countrymen want?

Oh, they're nobodies.

They drink in The Black
Swan in Sparkbrook.

They're only rebels
because they like the songs.

You have sympathies with them?

I have no sympathies
of any description.

Their accents are so thick, it's a
wonder you could understand them.

Next time, I could translate.

You would work for me?

I thought I already was.

So you are coming to the races.

Two pounds, ten shillings.

Ten shillings.

Buy something red.

To match his handkerchief.

Whose handkerchief?

Ada, what the hell?

I dared myself to run through
their territory in my dress.

- Are you mad?
- Yeah.

Mad as hell with all of them.

I love you.

I love you, too.

The more they try and
stop us, the madder I'll be.

- Come on, princess. The vicar's waiting.
- Wait.

How do I look?

Like an angel.

Moss,

what do we know
about The Black Swan?

An operative has
provided intelligence

and it is a place
where IRA men gather.

It's just a lot of drunken
navigators singing songs, sir.

The IRA wouldn't go near them.

Then why are two of
them looking to buy guns?

Do you have names?

Must she do everything for you?

She, sir?

One female operative
has proved more useful

than any of you
great lumps of men.

We are regular police
officers, sir, not spies.

We can only act when a
crime has been committed.

Perhaps I should send some men
down to The Black Swan to ask questions.

And scare them all into hiding?

Not the best of
tactics, Sergeant.

My tactics come from
my experiences in France.

Most of my great lumps of
men served in France too, sir.

I serve my country every day.

That'll be all, Sergeant.

Away and shite.

Fancy me, do you?

What are you?

Copper?

Proddie bitch!

I've seen you. I've seen your
face serving at The Garrison.

Come here.

I'm taking you in
for interrogation.

On behalf of the
Irish Free State.

(GUNSHOT)

All right?

Are you armed?

No.

Then I'll tell you.

Ada and Freddie Thorne
were married today.

They defied your orders.

They haven't left the city.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

I'll deal with it.

Thomas.

I'll deal with it.

Where are they?

Freddie's comrades have safe
houses. Why do you want to know?

I want to send them
flowers. Why do you think?

Would it be so
bad if they stayed?

I promised I'd run
Freddie out of town.

Promised who?

I told the coppers Freddie
wouldn't come back.

- It was part of the deal.
- What bloody deal?

What happened to family votes?
What happened to meetings?

If you let me deal with Ada
and Freddie, it'll end in peace.

Christ knows you've
had your fill of war.

You get Freddie
out of town, Pol.

Or else I'll deal
with it myself.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RETCHES)

(COUGHS)

(SHUDDERS)

MOSS: The victim had been
drinking in The Black Swan pub, sir.

The pub that you told me about.

And the neighbour said that she
saw a young woman leaving the street

where the body was found.

A woman, sir.

I was wondering if
there was a connection.

A connection with
what, Sergeant?

You said that your
spy was a woman, sir.

I wondered if there
was now a policy.

Shoot to kill.

Like there was in Belfast.

Republicans are
famously factional.

He was killed by one of his own.

That'll be all, Sergeant.

And they're not called spies.

They're called operatives.

Operatives, sir. Right, sir.

THORNE: It's how you say things.

ADA: Yeah.

THORNE: What the bloody
hell is she doing here?

200 pounds, Freddie.

For what?

For us.

For a honeymoon
that goes on forever.

- Where did it come from?
- Family fund.

Pockets of widows
and desperate men.

See sense, Freddie.

POLLY: Tommy's
not gonna let this rest.

Times like these, communists
in the family is bad for business.

You have to leave the city.

You think I can't
handle Tommy Shelby?

You can't. I'm having trouble these
days and I'm twice the man you are.

(CHUCKLES)

I went into town.

The Cunard office.

I booked you both
tickets for the next boat

from Liverpool to New York.

ADA: America, Freddie.

They've already had their
revolution. You won't have to bother.

Would you ladies at
least let a man sleep on it?

(SIGHS)

You had no business.

Observe and report,
that is your remit.

I decided we needed
to know where he lived.

I warned you not to let your...

Your personal history
cloud your judgement.

You went after him
because he was IRA.

I followed him because I
thought he might have information.

According to the rules, I should pull
you out of Garrison Lane immediately.

No.

Cheltenham's tomorrow.

You take too much upon yourself.

This is an "active
military mission".

Your words.

I'm doing my job.

Grace,

the death of a base
Fenian doesn't concern me.

Your welfare does.

Killing a man affects the heart.

And as for my heart...

I know that, because of
our family connections,

you take my progress personally.

But I don't need
you to be my father.

I will be thinking of you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Mr Shelby, sir?

Mr Zhang.

That suit is sold, sir. It's
being collected this morning.

I know.

ZHANG: Please,
gentlemen, no fighting in here.

It's all right. I
come as a friend.

You're collecting your suit
for Cheltenham. It's very nice.

How the bloody hell do you know?

I know a lot of
things, Mr Kimber.

And as I told you before,
I know the Lee brothers.

And I know they're gonna be
at the Cheltenham races as well.

Yes, well they're gonna
lose a lot of money on

fast women and slow nags.

No. They're planning on
showing up in numbers

and robbing your bookies,
running chalk and rafflers.

You think I can't
handle the Lees?

Just a word of warning
from a friend. That's all.

TOMMY: I'll see
you at Cheltenham.

KIMBER: I'll wave
at you from my box.

If you're coming to the races,
bring that pretty barmaid of yours.

Already invited.

MAN 1: Come on,
Freddie. MAN 2: Comrades.

Comrades, as you know, to
even gather like this today is illegal.

Chief Inspector
Campbell has ordered

that we're not allowed to assemble
in groups of more than three people.

So, to comply with the law, please
now clump together in groups of three.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Do you hear that, boys?

The same whistles they used
to blow to send us over the top

they now blow to
try and break us up.

So before the Specials get in,

raise your hands all
those who want to strike.

(ALL CHEERING)

Now disperse.

Disperse and take
the message home.

United, we will
never be defeated.

MAN: Yes! Yes!

(MEN CLAMOURING)

JOHN: Tommy. Oi, Tommy.

What the hell's being happening?

The police have just
raided a rally at the factory.

We're thinking
Freddie Thorne's back.

I know he is, and he's with Ada.

How hard can it be to find
the only girl in Birmingham

with four-inch heels, eh?

She's with the commies.

They have little rat
holes all over the city.

Just wanna know where she is.

Tommy, you'd best have
a word with Arthur as well.

What's wrong with bloody Arthur?

He's got the
Flanders blues again.

People keep asking me questions
that I don't know the answer to.

Is it true your Ada got married?

I say, "I don't know."

"Where is she living then?"

"I don't know."

"Arthur,

"who killed the Paddy
from The Black Swan?"

I go, "What Paddy?"

They say,

"Is it you Peaky Blinders

"who stole the guns

"from the BSA?"

What guns, Tommy?

Arthur, after your beating, I
thought you needed a break.

(SHOUTING) What
bloody guns, Tommy?

Arthur, I was gonna tell you.

You were gonna tell me?

Arthur, listen to me.

You've had a hard time these
past few years. God knows you have.

You deserve some rest.

We had some luck.

Some bloody luck.

It fell off a wagon
into our laps.

And all you need to know is,

it's us that has the
machine guns now.

And it's them that's in the mud.

All right?

Come on.

I have a surprise for you.

Come on.

ARTHUR: Surprise.

Where is she?

What is it you've
always wanted, Arthur?

Eh?

When we were in
France, you used to say,

"When I go back to England,
I want to own my own pub."

Well.

Now you've gone soft.

You've gone soft, Tommy.

How do we know it's for sale?

Everything is for
sale to us, Arthur.

We're making a lot
of money these days.

We need a legitimate business

to pass the money from the shop.

I wouldn't know what to do.

You spent two-thirds of
your life in pubs, just pour it.

Instead of drinking it.

But I can still drink
it though, right?

Your pub, you do what you want.

Ah. Sorry, gentlemen.

Didn't hear you come in.

What can I get you?

MOSS: Bloody kids.

Think the other one's
punctured as well.

Mr Campbell wants
an explanation.

Today,

some rebel-rousing union man
brought the BSA out on strike.

Freddie Thorne.

I thought you promised
he wouldn't come back.

I know he's in town.

I'm dealing with it.

Mr Campbell thought that
you controlled these territories.

Yeah.

I said I'm dealing with it.

I heard that, er,

Freddie married your sister.

Some family you've got, eh?

Bet you can't
wait for Christmas.

Deliver Freddie Thorne to us,

or we'll take your sister
in as an accomplice.

She'll get four
years for sedition.

Or you can turn him in.

And your sister goes free.

I'll say goodnight then, Tom.

(PANTING)

ADA: Have you
seen Freddie Thorne?

- No.
- Or Tommy? (GROANS)

- ADA: We have to find Freddie.
- Drink this first.

No, we have to find them. I
think they're gonna kill each other.

Wait. Who's going to kill who?

We need to talk.

What exactly is it that
you want, Freddie?

I came to tell you.

That's not gonna work, Tommy.

Polly came round.

She gave me that.

Well,

Polly must've had
a rush of blood.

Or port wine.

Your honesty is appreciated. Now,
if you're not gonna use that thing...

I'm not finished!

Sit down.

Sit down. Sit!

Talk to me about the guns.

Do you remember we used to jump in
here and see who could swim across...

I'm here to talk
business, Tommy.

Do you reckon
we could still do it?

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

You loaded Ada with your bastard

because she's a Shelby.

You thought it'd mean
you'd be somebody.

I won't let you fuck up my
sister's life for your cause.

My God,

you actually believe that?

I love her, Tommy.

I've loved her since she
was nine and I was twelve.

She loves me the same.

Do you even know the word?

This marriage will not stand.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Shh.

(SIGHS)

Freddie

didn't want your money.

And now the coppers are saying
that if we don't turn Freddie in,

they'll put Ada on the
arrest warrant as well.

That's where your
compassion gets you, Pol.

From now on, we do it my way.

Or what?

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

Freddie?

TOMMY: Are you getting closer?

DANNY: I'll lead.

FREDDIE: Watch yourself,
Danny. DANNY: Tommy.

(METAL CREAKS)

(LAMP RATTLES)

TOMMY: Be careful, Danny.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(TAPPING)

(WHISPERING IN GERMAN)

(WHISPERING
INDISTINCTLY IN GERMAN)

(WHISPERING
INDISTINCTLY IN GERMAN)

MAN: Shh, shh.

- (GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMS)

- (SHOUTING) Tommy!
- (GUN SHOT)

- (SCREAMING)
- (STRAINING)

(SCREAMING)

- MAN: Tommy!
- (KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- (PANTING)
- DANNY: Tommy.

- Tommy. Tommy.
- (KEYS JANGLING)

(SIGHS)

It's open.

Private Whizz-Bang
reporting, sir.

(CHUCKLES) At ease.

So, what news from London?

I was in a pub.

It was called The Mother
Red Cap. An Irish pub.

I got talking to some old
bloke about Birmingham.

He said there's been trouble.

An IRA man shot.

He said a lot, but
the only bit I heard

was that their high command think
it's the Peaky Blinders who shot him.

I came up on the
next boat to warn you.

Is it true?

No.

- But lies travel faster than the truth.
- Hmm.

Get a message to them.

Tell 'em to send
someone to parlay.

Tell 'em there's been a misunderstanding
and we don't want any trouble.

You've got enough
trouble, right, Tommy?

The whisky and the smoke.

I can smell it in the air.

(SIGHS)

Use it sometimes myself.

- Call it my sweetheart.
- (CHUCKLES)

They gave us the
worst job, Tommy.

Yeah... (HUFFS)

And we fucking volunteered.

(CHUCKLING)

Sometimes it lasts all night.

And I lie here

and I listen to the shovels...

And the picks

against that wall there.

And I pray the sun will come up with
the curtains before they break through.

TOMMY: No, I don't pray.

I hope.

- But sometimes it happens.
- (DIGGING)

The sun beats them.

But mostly...

(DIGGING)

The shovels beat the sun.

(DIGGING CONTINUES)

(CRUMBLING)

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Your sister was here.

(SIGHS)

GRACE: She was
worried you and Freddie...

It had made her sick.

She's all right, but in her
condition she needs peace.

Women talk.

That is something they do.

She talked about you.

She said you keep
everything locked up.

Well...

That's what men do.

Your sister's nice. I like her.

Can't be easy for her.

Her brother and her husband
fighting over the same thing.

Men should talk too.

To you?

Why not?

I'm a barmaid. It's my job.

Men always tell their
troubles to a barmaid.

What is it you and
Freddie are fighting over?

(SIGHS)

I'll meet you here at
9:00 tomorrow morning.

Did you buy a dress?

Yes, I bought a dress.

How does it look?

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

CHARLIE: He's changed
the oil and greased her up.

So will it get me all the
way to Cheltenham, Curly?

He's good with
motors but it pains him.

No heart in motor
cars. I can't talk to them.

Yeah... Tommy might
need to make a fast getaway.

The Lees will be
all over the track.

And Kimber's men.

And his coppers, they control
the law down there, Tommy.

Give 'er a turn for me, Charlie.

(ENGINE STARTING)

This car only seats four.

You'll need more men than
that if you're to come back alive.

But it's just me and the girl.

Is it just the two of
us going to the races?

Something like that.

Attention!

- ARTHUR: Right.
- (THUDDING)

This is what's known as your final
briefing before going over the top.

Sixty miles down that road
is Cheltenham race track.

Johnny, what's our mission, boy?

To stick it to the
Lee family, Arthur!

That's right.

The Lees are skimming
money off legal bookies,

running chalk, selling rafflers.

And beating up
them as won't buy.

But, today...

- We're gonna stop them.
- What about Kimber's men?

Thought he had
his own protection.

Kimber's let his
troops go rotten.

They're on the take from
the Lees to look the other way.

We're gonna show Kimber
how it should be done.

Now take what you're good at.

Those of you with
guns, keep them out of it

unless a gun is pulled on
you. We want this done quietly.

MAN: So when do
we share out the cash?

We don't. We're
not keeping the cash.

You're in Tommy's
army now, boys.

Trust only kin.

Let's go.

(THUDDING)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(TRACK ANNOUNCER TALKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKER)

MAN 1: What stable's he?
MAN 2: Number seven, isn't it?

Are you sure we're
allowed in here?

Well, I prefer to come to
the races the back way.

Keeps me out of trouble.

Tracks are lawless places.

Can't stand petty
criminals. This way.

Will we get to lay a bet?

Nah. Gambling's for mugs.

This way.

You're lucky you're with me

or you'd be wasting your
money on fixed races.

I always wondered,
how do you fix a race?

How should I know?

- Okay. You do the talking.
- What?

Tell security you
are Lady Sarah...

TOMMY: Excuse us. Excuse us.

Lady Sarah Duggan of Connemara.

You got lost when you went to
look for the boy riding your horse.

Uh, Dandy Flower. If they ask
about me, say that I'm Prussian.

Don't speak a word of English.

Come on, posh girl.
Earn your three quid.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

I still prefer The Garrison.

Do you dance?

If I am asked properly.

Lady Sarah of Connemara,

will you dance with me?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Roberts, the Peaky
Blinders are here.

Told you, Mr Kimber.

He's got some balls, that one.

And she's got
some body, that one.

- (GROANS)
- Chalk. For your blackboard.

Five pound a stick.

It's a pleasure doing
business with you.

(GROANING)

Hello, Reg. How's business?

(GROANING)

(BANGING)

- Fucker, get up!
- (PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Stay still, Reg, or I'll
take the whole ear off.

And you're gonna
need your ears to listen.

No more chalking
on Billy Kimber's boys.

- Right?
- (PANTING)

We're the protection now.

I commandeer this stolen money,

by order of the Peaky Blinders.

(GROANS)

(SPITS)

(TRACK ANNOUNCER TALKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKER)

(PANTING)

Either your left leg is
stronger than your right

or we're making a getaway.

MAN: Hey! TOMMY: Neither.

GRACE: I hope this
doesn't involve razor blades.

I've decided to
move up in the world.

Become a legitimate businessman.

My gosh, you're serious.

I'm always serious.

We chased the
Lees across the track

right the way down
the Devon Road.

We got every penny back.

(PANTING) Nice dress.

You can wear that in my pub.

Buy the boys a
drink. Anyone hurt?

Ah... A few cuts and bruises.

Off we go, Lady Sarah.

Steady on.

TOMMY: Excuse me. MAN: Cheers.

(COINS CLINKING)

TOMMY: Your money, Mr Kimber.

Rescued from the Lee brothers

and returned to you with
a request for a fair hearing.

Your own protection
is failing, Mr Kimber.

Your boys are taking cuts.

I want to suggest
that from now on,

you contract out your racetrack
security to the Peaky Blinders.

We'd be saving you a
lot of money, Mr Kimber.

Lot of money.

- In return, you give us...
- (MATCH STRIKING)

Five percent of the take

and three legal betting pitches

at every race meeting
north of the River Severn.

Rising to six after one year if
we're all satisfied with the service.

What do you say, Mr Kimber?

I say you talk business
to my accountant.

I want a dance.

Your man said it was all
right for me to have this dance.

How many men can you
put in the field at one time?

TOMMY: There's a lot of
men out of work at the moment.

Two guards for every bookie.

ROBERTS: At every meeting.

We have contacts with good
people among the gypsies.

(CLEARING THROAT) We'll always
know when the Lees plan to attack.

With all the strikes
and troubles,

can't really depend
on the police.

Anyway, we're more honest.

Looks like you two
are making a deal.

We are making progress.

Then let me throw a
small condition into the mix.

So, listen, uh...

We're gonna go for
dinner at Kimber's house.

He has a place a
couple of miles away.

I have some business to settle
first with his accountant, so...

You go on ahead with Kimber.

Just me and him?

Yeah. Till I'm done here.

Is that all right?

Look, I'll throw in an extra
three quid for your extra time.

You think I'm a whore.

(SIGHS)

Everyone's a whore, Grace.

We just sell different
parts of ourselves.

You said you wanted
to work for me.

To do that you
have to sharpen up.

The deal is, I'll give
him two hours with you.

He thinks he's a ladies' man.

He thinks he can seduce you.

Whenever you want,
just kick him in the balls.

I'm a clause in a contract.

If you wanna be part of my
organisation, you have to make sacrifices.

Do we have a deal? As a sweetener,
you can try your luck with mine.

Yeah, we have a deal.

- Two hours?
- Yeah.

Side bet, 10 pounds says
I'll have her fucked in one.

KIMBER: Mademoiselle.

I bet he said you could
have me, didn't he?

While he has her.

That's the
arrangement, isn't it?

Yours might be a
prostitute, but I'm not.

I was a milliner when I met him.

I was independent.

I made this hat.

I was a good milliner.

It's a very pretty hat.

Really is.

So is she a prostitute?

(SIGHING) God's honest truth,

I don't know what she is.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You showed me up
back there at the races.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Why don't you teach me
how to dance properly?

The music's too slow.
Put on a Charleston.

Well, then we'd be far
away. I want to dance like this.

Come on, you weren't so stiff
back there, were you? Hmm?

You ever been in
a house this big?

Hmm?

Mmm. Look at you.

You look like a
bloody film star.

(GASPS)

I want a cigarette.

- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- Oh, look, I've dropped something.

Pick it up.

- Pick it up yourself.
- You're a fucking barmaid.

If I drop a glass on
the floor, you pick it up.

I want to watch you pick it up.

- (GLASS CRUNCHING)
- Right, you little slag.

- I tried to be nice. Yeah?
- (GROANS)

If I drop a glass on the floor,

you bend over and fucking
pick up the fucking glass.

- Okay? (SHOUTING) What?
- No, sir. No.

KIMBER: What are you doing here?

- I've got another hour.
- TOMMY: Just wait.

Listen to me. Just listen to me.

I was going to let you go
through with this but, in the end,

my conscience got the better of
me. She looks good on the outside,

but she has the clap.

TOMMY: Yeah. Syphilis.

When you took a shine
to her, I thought I'd use her.

Someone told me she had the
syph, I thought, "What the hell?"

Call it my better nature.

She's, uh, she's a whore.

- Well, just go and wait in the car.
- I can walk on my own.

Can we shake hands and
forget this ever happened?

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(GATE CREAKING)

Start of the day, I was
Lady Sarah of Connemara.

By the end, I was a
whore with the clap.

You're a fucking bastard,
offering me like that.

But then you change your mind.

Why did you change
your mind, Thomas?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

♪ Take a little walk to the edge
of town and go across the track

♪ Where the viaduct
looms like a bird of doom

♪ As it shifts and cracks... ♪