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When I've achieved what
I've set out to achieve,

I will let you know
where to find the guns.

So what shall I do?

Get close to him.
Find out where those guns are heading.
Ripped By mstoll

Raise your hand,
all those who want to strike!

(ALL CHEERING)

Freddie Thorne is at the
very top of my list.

Well, cross him off.
I'll make him part of our deal.

To hell with them. The more they try
and stop us, the madder I'll be.

In times like these, a communist
in family is bad for business.

You have to leave the city.

TOMMY: You were also at war with
the Lees, Mr Kimber, am I right?

Together, we can beat them.
Divided, maybe not.

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(GIGGLING)

God, he's getting big now!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER}

Not at all.

# 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... #

- So, how was London?
-It was crackling with revolution.

The Poplar Docks are on strike.

Did our friends give us
what we asked for?

- How much?
400 pounds.

- Who did you meet?
-An attache from the Russian Embassy.

In a Chinese restaurant.
(CHUCKLES)

Our revolution is international.
It grows by the day.

Jeremiah, Jeremiah, what do you see?

Your sister and Freddie
got back this morning.

I tried following them.
But Freddie's so good at getting away.

- He's like a fish.
-Right.

Well, keep fishing, eh?

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

MAN 1: Last bets, now.

MAN 2: Now, don't go spending
all your rent money, Charlie.

That's your starters, gentleman.
No more bets.

- I was there on time.
-Finished.

- I've had a tip off. I need this bet.
-The race has started...

- Please.
-(SHOUTING) No!

- Ugh. Fine.
-Get rid of him. I said no.

- Now get out.
-All right, all right, I'm off. I'm off.

- All right, lads. See you tomorrow.
-Cheers.

(DOOR SHUTS)

- It's a good day.
-Where's john?

- John's in The Garrison.
-(SIGHS)

Says he wants a meeting
about a family matter.

After he's said his piece, he'll come
back and take his place with Scudboat.

Scudboat, john will be
here in ten minutes.

- All right.
-Five.

We're here.

Good boy.

(COINS CLINKING)

John?

(ALL YELLING)

Put that down!

This is for Cheltenham.

We just taking back what's ours.

There's loot in here, search everywhere!

All right, john. There's only one... Not
now. Only one man guarding the house.

- What's troubling you?
-(CLEARS THROAT)

Polly, you know what it's been like
since Martha died.

God takes the best first.

The truth is, my kids have been
running bloody rings around me.

Running barefoot with the
dogs until all hours.

Pol, give him ten bob for
some new shoes. Is that it, john?

Tommy, we'd be better
to do this without you.

Now, what's your point?

What the kids need is a mother.

So that's why I'm getting married.

POLLY: Does this poor girl know you're
gonna marry her or are you just gonna

spring it on her all of the sudden?

I've already proposed.

And she said yes.

I think there's a shell about
to land and go bang.

It's, um, it's Lizzie Stark.

(CHUCKLING)

John! Lizzie Stark's a strong woman,

and I'm sure she provides
a fine service for her customers.

I won't hear the word.

Understand? Do not use that word.

What word is that, john?

- You know what word that is.
-Everybody bloody knows.

Everybody can go to hell.

Whore? That word.
Or prostitute? How about that one?

All right, I want it known,
if anyone calls her a whore again,

I will push the barrel of my
revolver down their throats,

and blow the word back
down into their hearts.

Men and their cocks never
cease to amaze me.

John, Lizzie Stark never did
a day's work vertical.

She's changed. All right, people change.

Like with religion.

Oh, Lizzie Stark's got religion, eh?

No, no, she doesn't
have religion, but...

Well, she loves me.

Now, listen, Tommy. I won't do it
without your blessing.

But of all the people in the world,
I want you to see it...

- As brave.
-Oh, it's brave, all right.

POLLY: Brave is going where no
man has gone before.

And with Lizzie Stark, john, that is
really not what you'll be doing.

Give me some time.

Welcome her to the family

as someone who's had a hard life.

All right, because I need someone.

All right, the kids need someone.

(DOOR OPENS)
Tommy, we've been done over.

What?

Jesus Christ!

What the bloody hell happened here?

The Lees, all of them. Cousins, nephews.

Even the bastards.

POLLY: They've taken anything
they can lay their hands on.

Four cash boxes.

- They left these.
-Wire cutters?

- Why would they leave wire cutters?
-Nobody move.

I think our friends
are playing the game.

- What game?
-Pol, don't, don't touch anything.

Erasmus Lee was in France.

Shit.

When we gave up ground to the Germans,

we'd leave behind booby traps
set up with wires.

Then we'd leave wire cutters.

It's part of the joke.

Somewhere in here
there's a hand grenade.

Holy Jesus.

Attached to a wire.

Don't move any chairs.

Or open any doors.

Go easy, john boy, easy.

Ah!

Boys, no, there's nothing here.

If it was in here, it would
have blown by now.

It was my name on
that bullet Erasmus sent.

He set up a trap all right.

He set it up just for me.

Finn?

Finn, stay exactly where you are.

(GIGGLES) I was pretending I was you.

Which door did you
open to come in, Finn?

I didn't, I climbed in.

I want you to climb out exactly the
same way you climbed in, okay?

- No, no, Finn!
- (CLATTERING)

- Grenade!
-(ALL YELLING}

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

That's why you should
never pretend to be me.

Okay? okay?

(WHISTLES)

I got you ten minutes with her.

You can at least say thank you.
It's easier to see the Pope, these days.

(KNOCKING)

(SIGHS)

Put your hand on the Bible.

I don't believe.

Anyway, I didn't come here to lie.

This war is cutting us all up.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

- You're all children.
-I say enough.

Your boys tried to kill me. Didn't work.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

No wonder you won't touch a Bible.

- I have ambitions.
-You want to play a switch.

- I need your boys.
-For what?

Kimber's not the brains,
there's a Gadza who runs the races.

I'm collecting smart people,
but] need strong men, too.

Now, your boys should know this.

We now get the winner in one of three
races before the race even starts.

No need for chalkers or rafflers,
I'm talking certainties.

You come in here, boasting you're
gonna do someone down,

and in the same breath,
ask me to trust you?

On my mother's side, we are kin.

(SPEAKING ROMANIAN)

Ada, can you do my back?

Ada!

I know what was in the envelope.

I looked. Money.

And that bloke that we met in London,
who you said was a Frenchman,

he was Russian.
I'm not an idiot, Freddie.

How is it, that you take all the risks

and Stanley Chapman gets the money?

- It's money for the cause.
-(SCOFFS)

You're blind.

I would be, if your brothers
had anything to do with it.

This isn't about them,
this is about you. And me.

And this.

(SIGHS) You're a dreamer, Freddie.

You give money away
while we rot in here.

You talk about revolution.

I need to know.

Who are you loyal to, Freddie?

I said, who are you loyal to?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR LOCKS)

Did you have something to do with this?

I asked an acquaintance for an address.

She said she'd only give
it to me anonymously.

She's afraid of the consequences.

Whose address is it?

Tommy, I'd like to suggest a strategy.

Your message said
you have an address for me?

Anonymous tip off.

The address of Stanley Chapman.

- You promised me Freddie Thorne.
-This is instead of Freddie Thorne.

- No deal.
-Inspector,

Stanley Chapman is a bigger
fish than Freddie Thorne.

He's currently holding £200 in cash

given to The Communist Party
by the Russian government.

That's right, Chapman
has snow on his boots.

And all you need is a shovel.

If he talks, you'll have proof.

You might even get that medal.

Now,

before I give you the address,

I want your word

that you'll let Freddie Thorne

and my sister leave the city.

Very well. You have my word.

I'd say our little truce
has proven quite

productive for both of us, Inspector.

I'll get the information and protection.

And you? Well...

You get Bolsheviks.

But on a more pressing matter,

I'm afraid that Mr Churchill
is becoming impatient.

And I fear that,

if you don't get back
those stolen weapons soon,

I will be replaced.

That will be the finish
for me, that's for sure.

When my business with Kimber is done,

the guns will be returned.
That was the deal.

Then I'm in your hands, completely.

You hold all the cards.

But, I hope to God that
my dismissal doesn't come

before your decision to
hand back those guns.

And I say this for your sake because,

if I were to be fired,
and it were your fault,

I would do things that
would shame the devil.

(CHUCKLES)

My fury is a thing to behold.

On my last day in power, for example,

I would see to it

that you and your scum brothers have
your heads stowed in with mallets

and spades.

And your sister, too.

That baby inside her would
be of no consequence to me.

The only one to be spared

would be your little brother Finn.

He would, however, be lifted,
as a juvenile,

and dumped in that part
of the adult prison

where men have the most
appetite for boys like him.

Oh, that would be
a dark day indeed, Mr Shelby,

if my dismissal comes
before your decision.

You understand?

And know this,

the clock is ticking.

(SNIFFS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(MORE SHOUTING)

(YELLING IN PAIN)

Look what we found.

Seems Stanley Chapman really
does have snow on his boots.

Come on. Here we go.

Mr Chapman...

You're fucked.

(DOOR OPENS)

He still refuses to say
where it came from.

I'm sure with a little persuasion

he'll tell us everything he knows.

Including the whereabouts
of Freddie Thorne.

- Sir?
-Your face is a picture.

But I thought you'd done a deal.

- Oh, is that what you thought?
-Well, you gave your word.

My word.

People still talk about such
things in this idiotic century.

My word to who?

To a Peaky Blinder?

Now, go on and interrogate
Mr Chapman until he tells

us where we can find
Freddie Thorne and his wife.

The source of the money
is of secondary importance.

You think my campaign against
Shelby has become personal?

Correct.

Spot on, as they say in London society.

Now, go and interrogate Mr Chapman.

And do not make the mistake
of being too gentle.

Right, sir.

Today's her birthday.

I know you never miss it.

Then I'm lucky you're not a copper.

- What do you want?
-Came to warn you.

They've lifted Stanley Chapman.

How do you know?
Police don't spill that information.

I know because it was me and Tommy
who tipped him off.

Tommy did a deal.
In return for safe passage

for you and Ada,
he's given them Stanley and the money.

Money? What money?

- Who told you about the money?
-Who do you think?

Yeah, it was Ada's idea.

That's how desperate she is to get out
of that rat hole you're keeping her in.

She didn't mind if you knew,just didn't
want to be here when you found out.

Sometimes women have to take over.
like in the war.

Who the hell do you think you are?
You fucking Shelbys!

Don't you swear over
your mother's grave.

You play your tune, you expect
the whole world to dance to it.

You don't have time for this, Freddie.

You did a deal for me.

Don't flatter yourself. For Ada.

And you think this copper
will keep his word?

If he does, you're safe.
If he doesn't, Chapman will give you up.

You'll still have to leave
town, same result.

- So neat.
-So leave.

Except there's one thing that
you've got wrong,

Stanley won't be able to give up my
address because he doesn't know it.

That's how it works.
None of us know each other's addresses.

So you've wasted your fucking time.

And they'll keep beating him and beating
him for information he doesn't have.

So all you've done is sign the
death warrant of a good man.

- So you won't leave?
-No, I won't fucking leave.

And if you want me out of Birmingham,
it'll have to be in a wooden box.

You lay a hand on our Ada and I'll
put you in a wooden box myself.

You raised a stubborn one there, Irene.

You told me to carry on.

I wanted to stop.

He had some kind of seizure.

(SIGHS) So you killed him.

Did he give you an address?

What's the matter with you?
He fell down some stairs.

This is not bloody Belfast.

Not yet, but if men like him
get their way, it soon will be.

So find some stairs, throw him
down, and call the coroner.

Use Grayson.

If he has any awkward questions,

ask about the welfare of his mistress
in Saltley.

That'll shut him up.

To think I used to live
in a shithole like this.

Bloody animals.

The Shelbys really are doing
an excellent job for us.

We haven't lost a single penny to

rafflers or chalkers
in eight race meetings.

The bookies are purring.

So we throw the dog a bone.

I think so.

Mr Kimber, Mr Roberts,
come and have a look around.

After you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER}

Well, I thought the Lees
turned you over?

You shouldn't listen to gossip,
Mr Kimber. This way.

Business is good.

Especially since now you know

which horse is going to win
before you set the odds.

Information is very much appreciated.

All right, well, where are they?

John, Lovelock. Scudboat, in here.

This is my team.

They will take up their pitch at your
convenience, Mr Kimber.

John is the book, Scudboat is the
bag man, and of course,

we bring our own protection.

Warwick, next Saturday,
at least 50 yards from the beer tent.

Gentleman, and lady.

I have in my hand

a legal betting licence,
issued by the Board of Control.

The Shelby family has its first, legal

racetrack pitch.

(ALL CHEERING)

Congratulations.

There you go.

Congratulations.

30, 40, 50...

These cigarettes
have a strange smell, Arthur.

They smell like rotting water.

And look,

rats have got into some of them.

They're stolen, are they not?

Don't ask.

They smell because you
keep them in the boat.

What do you care? Now, can you
come check my adding up, please?

You know, you should make a
new start of this place.

Do it properly-

These cigarettes are not fit to sell.

Smells like Gallipoli.

You should find a new
place to store them.

It has to be far away from coppers.

Oh, but not rats.

All the wharves have rats, Grace.

What's wrong with a dry warehouse?

Tommy's orders.

What orders?

Always keep contraband near
petrol boat moorings.

Don't boats get searched?

We moor them at junctions.

So there's more than one way out.

No locks within a mile
so we can move that stuff,

fast.

Your brother doesn't obey the law,
but he has rules.

Precise man, your brother.

Is my adding up right?

It is now.

CAMPBELL: One.

Two.

Three.

And four.

And we'll search them one-by-one.

Please, Lord, let that which
I seek be found here.

Not so much as a bullet, sir.

Just more cigarettes and whisky.

Arthur tells me you've
been asking questions.

About how we run our business

and how we get our booze

and where we keep it.

I'm just trying to help.

Let's you and me go for a walk.

Where to?

Come on.

Why here?

You're a good Catholic girl, aren't you?

Yes.

Well, then you know it's here
people come to confess.

(SIGHS) After you.

Well, here it is, Grace.

I'll confess.

I need someone.

Kimber has an adviser by
the name of Roberts.

He talks well.

Keeps the accounts.

Runs the legal side of the business.

And you need a Roberts?

Arthur tells me you have ideas.

I'm not an accountant, nor a lawyer.

No.

No, but you have something 1 need.

Class.

I need someone who looks
right at the big meetings.

Epsom, Ascot.

Is this a job interview?

Arthur says you're good with numbers.

(LAUGHS) Oh, well, that's relative.
He's quite poor.

(SCOFFS)

You keep the books in order.

They were chaotic.

But you're a liar.

No Catholic girl would enter a church

and forget to make
the sign of the cross.

You're very perceptive.

First, you lied to me about that
pub you used to work in.

Now I find out you're a Protestant.

- Do you care?
-No.

I like to fit in.

You pull a pint

like someone who's thinking about it.

This is not an interview,
this is an interrogation.

Sit down.

Look, Grace.

(SIGHS)

You've washed up in a
place you don't belong,

for whatever reason.

My good fortune.

And perhaps mine.

You know that most of
what I do is illegal?

I'm not blind.

And yet you'd still be
willing to work for me?

Are you offering me the job?

(SCOFFS)

Then I accept.

There's something else you should know.

A very important detail about
my reasons for employing you.

You disappoint me.

No you resign?

No.

My appetite for the work
has only increased.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Tomorrow I'll show you around.

Lizzie!

Hello, Lizzie?

That bag looks heavy. jump in!

It is.

You like kids?

- Yeah.
-Good,

because John's got four of them.

It's all right, I'm not going
to try to talk you out of it.

I just want to talk.

Then you're against us?

John is his own man.

And you're your own woman.

Now, Lizzie,

since I came back from France,
I've come to you on many occasions.

Tommy, you didn't tell him?

No, I didn't tell him.

Just like you didn't tell him.

Now, why didn't you tell him, Lizzie?

Why didn't you tell him

that you've been sewing
his brother for the past two years?

Because the past is the past.

I don't want to lose him.
He's a good man.

That was the answer I was hoping
you'd give. The past is the past.

You see, our john says you've changed.

And I believe him, and that's good.

Change is good.

These are new times I'm told.

So I wish you both every happiness.

And I want you to see that as
my wedding gift to you

and our farewell

to pleasures gone by.

You mean...

One last time?

One last time.

You and me.

It's eight bloody pounds.

(SCOFFS)

So where should we go?

Tommy, should we go to my lodging?

So the past is not the past.

You can keep the money, Lizzie,
just get out of the car.

- Tommy, please!
-just get out of the car.

I love him, Tommy, really.

Really.

John will make his own decision.

But he will have the facts.

Your brother is ten times
the man you are.

(SIGHS)

Of that I have no doubt.

Well, he's obviously not stupid.

All we found was stolen
tobacco and whisky.

Which you left it in place?

Of course.

I would never endanger you.

You're doing well, Grace.

I've been working on Arthur.
He's easier.

Than Thomas?

Yes.

Less intelligent.

Yes.

That's not a word you'd
use about Thomas.

It's your word.

He has promoted me.

He wants me to be
his bookkeeper and secretary.

A cut-throat gangster with a secretary.

The pretensions of these
hoodlums are quite breathtaking.

Are they not?

Yes, quite breathtaking.

He's obviously fallen
quite heavily for you.

I thought you'd be pleased.

I just hope you remember who
you're dealing with, here.

A man who cuts off ears
and cuts out tongues.

I know what he is, sir.

The difficulty with undercover work,
Grace, is to remember what you are.

I come here with
good news and I get this?

Grace.

Tommy.

I need a favour.

I want to borrow the car.

I want to take Lizzie for a ride
in the country with the kids.

I'm going to celebrate
getting the licence.

Not a problem, john.

I need the keys.

Look, john, you're my brother.

There's something I have to tell you.

Yesterday, in the front
seat of that car,

I offered Lizzie some money.

And, john.

She said yes.

Now that's a fact.

You do with it what you want.

You can take the keys,

take Lizzie to the country.
Marry her, if you want.

But you have to know...

She said yes.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

Get another glass.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can you make a toast?

I'm Irish, I can make a million toasts.

May you be in Heaven a full half-hour
before the devil knows you're dead.

What are we celebrating?

Contract of employment.

(CLEARS THROAT)

"Bookkeeper, Shelby Brothers Limited."

I don't like that word, "Limited".

To be respectable,
you have to be limited.

That's what worries me.

I had the phone put in.

It's in the back.

Huh. If I knew someone
else who had a phone,

we could call them.

And since we're celebrating,

I had this delivered from
Rackhams department store.

Will you open it?

No.

Save it for a special occasion.

All right, your first job
for the company.

I want you to get that to my sister.

You don't see her?

No one does. She's hiding from me.

I was told she goes to a bathhouse
on Montague Street

on women-only days.

She goes in disguise so
I need to get someone inside.

What am I delivering?

It's an invitation

to a family occasion. I want her there.

Tell her there'll be a truce.

Am I delivering bait for a trap?

If you take that contract,

I think you'll find it doesn't say
anything about asking questions.

Just give her the invitation.

And put that thing in the
cupboard till I say.

(FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS) Bloody hell, john.

I couldn't get it lit.
Couldn't even do that.

What do you want to be smoking that for?

Same reason as you.

Pain in the head.

I spoke to Lizzie.

Told her what you told me.

She said, "Your brother Tommy
is a dirty liar."

And then I spoke to her
sister and her cousin.

I bought them a couple of drinks.

Just a few regulars, they said.

That's all.

To keep the wolf from
the door she still sees

a couple of regulars.

(SNIFFLES) You must think I'm an idiot!

I think you're the first
Shelby in history

to have a legal licence for anything.

(GROANS)

What would our granddad say, eh?

He'd be turning in his grave.

"Honest bloody money!

"Hey, in this house? Here?"

You always used to do voices
when we were kids.

Well, we're not kids now, John.

But we still have to look
out for each other, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, go home.

Get some sleep.

We've got a big day tomorrow.

We have?

Tomorrow, we finish the war
with the Lees for once and for all.

- Since when?
-Since just now.

Ten o'clock, tomorrow.

Be ready for anything.

How do you go, boys?

Ready, boys?

John, ready?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
-Have a drink.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What? What are you all
staring at me for?

- What?
-Good. Let's go.

JOHN: What?

Tommy, what are you playing at?
We're at shotgun range.

John,

before you go into battle,

there's something you're going to need.

What are you bloody doing, Tommy?

Smile, john. It's a wedding.

Whose bloody wedding?

Now, if we told you,
you wouldn't have come.

There's a girl in the Lee family

who's gone a bit wild
and she needs marrying off.

- Ah, fuck!
- John, boy!

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

-john!
-You have no bloody right, Tommy!

Shh. Shh. Listen to me! Listen to me!

A girl who needs a husband,
a man who needs a wife.

Tom, I'm not bloody marrying some
fucking mushroom picker..

Shh,john boy. Come on, listen.

I've already betrothed you.

So if you back out now, there's going
to be one fucking mighty war

breaking out here that's
going to make 'the Somme...

That's going to make the Somme
look like a fucking tea party.

But if you marry her,

our family and the Lee family

will be united forever

and this war will be over.

Now, it's up to you, john.

War

or peace?

Let go of me!

Right.

You should see the size of her dowry.

Her what?

Her dad's giving you a car.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Will he do?

He'll do.

(ALL CHEERING)

Here she is.

JOHN: She'd better be under 50.

Come here.

Go on.

PRIEST: We're here today to
join in matrimony,

this man and this woman...

You look well.

PRIEST: And harmony and togetherness

which is sanctioned and honoured
by the presence and the power

of these two families around us.

Do you, john Michael Shelby,

take Esme Martha Lee to be your
beautiful young wife?

You got my invitation?

Grace said there's a truce.

Family day.

Your husband couldn't make it?

He's not speaking to me.

And when he does he calls me a
"Fucking Shelby"

even though I'm a Thorne now.

A thorn in my side, that's for sure.

My God, Tommy,

you admire him, don't you?

PRIEST: There remains
one more part of the ceremony.

It's the mingling of the two bloods.

So the two families
become the one family.

I now pronounce you man and wife!

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: Well, john, kiss the bride,
will you?

(ALL CHEERING)

(MAN SINGING)

(FIDDLE PLAYING)

(MEN YELLING)

(MEN CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

(MAN WRETCHING)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(ALL CHEERING)

(ADA LAUGHING)

ADA: And again!

You should tell Ada to slow down.

(SCOFFS) You think she'll listen to me?

I've tried stopping her but
she's been drinking.

She's been stuck in that little basement
for weeks, what do we expect?

She's going off like a firecracker.
Oh, Christ, Tommy, please.

Ada, come on, have a rest. Sit down.

Come and look, Esme.

Come and look at the family
you've joined.

Come and look at the man who runs it!

Chooses his brothers' wives for them!

He hunts his own sister down like a rat,

and he tries to kill his
own brother-in-law!

Ada, that's enough!

And now he won't even let
me have a fucking dance!

- Ada!
-Not even at a fucking wedding!

- Sit her down.
-Calm down, Ada.

Ada, calm down.

Holy shit.

Water. Right.

ARTHUR: Not now, Ada!
Bloody hell, you do pick your times!

(IN DISTINCT CONVERSATION}

ARTHUR: Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Let's go! Whoa.

Slow it up, nice and easy.

Story of your fucking life.
Right, we're here.

Come on.

Nice car, john. How's she run?

Yeah, beautiful, really smooth.

Your sister's in there giving birth,
you're talking about the bloody car.

Not much us men can do now, Pol.

- Except go get drunk.
-Right, c'mon.

One man should be here.

You're right, Pol.

Freddie should be here.

Is that a heartbeat
I hear inside that chest?

The truce lasts until sunrise.

On my oath. Tell Freddie it's safe.

Ada!

All right, boys,

let's wet this baby's head.

(GROANING)

Keep going. That's right.

Push!

(SCREAMING)

I think it might be
the wrong way around.

-(SCREAMING)
-I attended three sisters.

- Yeah, I think you're rig ht.
-We should move her forward.

Come on, Ada.

All right, come on.

It's not long to go now, darling.

Push, two, three!

ARTHUR: To a beautiful wedding.

I should go.

- I should go soon.
-No, no, no, no.

ARTHUR: No, you sit down.

You don't want to be among women

when there's a baby coming.
Have another.

Do you think her husband will take
the same advice and stay away?

JOHN: No, no, Freddie'll be there.

Nothing'll keep him away.

Tommy said it's all right
for him to be there.

Isn't that right, Tommy?

That's right. I'm all heart tonight.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(LAUGHS) You know what, john?

I think it's that lovely barmaid,

that pretty barmaid
that just walked out,

that's made our brother go all soft.

Drinks to that!

(INAUDIBLE)

Ada!

Come on, open up!

(BABY CRYING)

There you go, love.

He's beautiful.

It's a boy, Freddie.

It's a beautiful baby boy.

There you go.

Welcome to the world, Son.

- Welcome.
-(DOOR KNOCKING)

Open up, Police!

-(DOOR SLAMMING)
-Freddie?

You can't come in here!
There's a baby that's just been born.

ADA: Freddie!
POLLY: There's a baby!

Don't do this here.

Don't hurt him! Freddie!

You're hurting him! Leave him alone!

You're taking me away from my baby.

- Ada!
-Freddie!

Ada!

(MEN SINGING)

You want me to open that champagne now?

(DOORS SLAMMING)

It's a boy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

ARTHUR: Oi, Polly! Polly!

But the police came and
took his father away!

Don't you dare look at me like that!

(SPITS) You liar!

(THEME SONG PLAYING)
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