All language subtitles for 2e4

You might think
this is a curious place

for me to suggest a meeting,

but...

your surprises
have only just begun.

You look a little
unsteady, Mr. Shelby.

Take a seat.

You're working together.

Blowing up the
Garrison was your idea.

You chose me.

It's funny, I thought the
Fenians had a policy...

- Enough.
- TOMMY: Eh? Of not mixing

the personal with the political.

- I said enough.
- I think

I will decide on what is enough.

Who's in charge here
then, eh? Who's in charge?

Right, let me understand this.

You answer to an
agent of the Crown.

- CAMPBELL: Perhaps we can just...
- TOMMY: Very interesting.

Perhaps we can
stick to the agenda.

Whose agenda?

There is a form of words here.

- TOMMY: Whose words?
- Arrogant bastard.

I'm not accustomed to
being spoken to like that.

CAMPBELL: Just come to order.

I am here to listen, but
not to the fucking infantry.

CAMPBELL: Enough! Jesus!

Now...

Some weeks ago, Mr. Shelby
carried out a military mission

on behalf of pro-treaty
Republicans here in Birmingham.

You...

Working for the King.

There is a unique
political situation.

Yeah? How does that feel?

- Let us...
- Tell me.

- Stick to the form of words.
- How does that fucking feel?

Temporarily, we
have a shared interest.

- Oh, I see.
- Shall we just stop him laughing?

You want me to stop laughing?

Explain this, pal.

Following the success
of your mission...

We're going to
make you do it again.

Will you shut up?

Can we just conduct
ourselves here, please?

- Conduct ourselves!
- Please.

No one in this room wants to
breathe the same air as anyone else.

- Nevertheless...
- Nevertheless the pro-treaty Paddies

and the King want
the same man dead.

Am I right?

- Why him?
- Did you ask why in France?

Yeah.

So, it's the same
answer, because.

Why me?

- Because.
- Because.

Because if anybody
connects me to this,

it will be assumed
that it was a criminal act

and not a political one.

No, you need not fear
being connected to the killing

because I will see to it that
no connection is ever made.

You will have complete
immunity after the fact.

But, in the execution,

you will get no help
from agents of the Crown.

And we can't be
seen to be involved.

You have been
chosen, Mr. Shelby,

and there really is no choice.

No equals bang,

and your man here
will shed no tears

as he looks the other way.

Nevertheless...

I say no.

CAMPBELL: Mr. Shelby?

What about your export
license, Mr. Shelby?

You had a deal
with Mr. Churchill.

The one with the mouth,
Donal Henry, he is a spy.

He is working for the Irregulars

against the pro-treaty Paddies.

He reports every fucking
word back to them.

No, it's not possible.

They've both been security
vetted by my own department.

I have men in places
your men can't go.

Donal Henry meets the
anti-treaty Paddies in the back room

of the Mother
Red Cap in Saltley,

sometimes twice a week.

These Irish enemies are
fucking brothers and cousins.

You are stepping into a
world you don't understand.

If what you're saying is
true, he'll be dealt with.

Bring me proof the spy is
dead and we have a deal.

Mr. Shelby.

- Billy boy.
- Watch it.

Now on you go.

Right, boys, let's go!

(SCREAMING)

(BOTTLE SMASHES)

Fuck you!

Mario!

Mario!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Mario!

Come here.

Sabini's day is done.

I'll protect you now.

Oh, shut up!

Stop fucking whingeing.

Due to my razor blade,

and a few complaints
from the neighbors

about the terrible
fucking music...

Do you want to tell
them or should I?

This place is under
new management.

By order of the Peaky Blinders.

(WOMEN GIGGLE)

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (KNOCKING)

TOMMY: Yes?

Somebody to see you, Mr. Shelby.

He says he's come about
the position of accounts clerk.

Send him in.

WOMAN: Just through here, sir.

MICHAEL: Thank you.

Michael...

Vacancy's been filled.

Not according to
this morning's paper.

At school, I was top of
the class in mathematics,

and I did a night school
course in accountancy

at Worcester College.

Mum says you've had six
different accountant clerks

in the last six months.

When respectable men see the
other things you do, they leave.

But I, like Lizzie out there,
already know what you do.

Mum says you want to be
80% legal within two years.

- Three.
- I can help.

I know both sides and
you know you can trust me.

I want to help you,
Tommy, become legal.

Do the right thing.

I want to be
proud of this family.

Does Polly know
you're here, Michael?

I'm 18 on Friday, I
go where I please.

You phone your mother.

Good luck.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

We're not open for winnings yet.

MAY: I'm here to
see Thomas Shelby.

I have an appointment.

Come in.

May Carleton.

Mr. Shelby has
his proper meetings

in his other office.

This was the address
that he gave me.

He gave you this address?

He said it was a gambling den.

I told him that I'd
wanted to see one

since I'm always reading
about them in the papers.

Quite the big scandal
in The Telegraph lately.

Anyway, he said that I
could come and have a look.

And now I feel
like a bit of an idiot

because I'm early and he's late

and I have no
idea how to behave.

In a gambling den?

I'll wait in the car.

If I open the door again,
they'll all want to come in.

Like flies.

So what are you?

(STAMMERING) What am I?

To Thomas?

I'm going to train his
racehorse... For Epsom.

You know horses?

Yes. You?

Born riding.

I slept in a manger
when I was a baby.

I was born riding, too.

JOHN: There's a fucking
great Riley parked out there

and nobody's watching it.

John, this woman says
she's training Thomas' horse.

He's told us a lot about you.

Don't know where he is, do you?

(DOOR OPENS)

Sorry I'm late. There
was a family matter.

Esme, keep it locked
up for a minute.

- Yes, Thomas.
- I'll show you around.

So, be my guest.

That's my brother
Arthur's office.

Down there is my
brother John's office,

that's where we slate
the runners and the riders.

It's so out in the open.
What about the police?

What about them?

When I drove into Small Heath,

I thought I was going
to get murdered...

Then I mentioned your name.

It was like being
escorted to see a king.

You came here to
get my girl, right?

Right.

She looks in very
good condition,

considering she's not
been out on the gallops.

Curly's the best
horseman in England.

I have a man called Mickey
who'd argue the point.

Ah, Curly here is
half horse himself.

She's blessed. Very blessed.

Well, she's from the best stock.

But I'd rather have a colored
pony. Mixed blood is stronger.

Not to win the Derby, Curly.

Don't like them racing, Tommy,
not the way they beat them.

- She's all yours.
- Thank you.

He gets sad when one leaves.

What time is your
box van coming?

Midday.

Maybe you've got time to
take the lady to the Garrison,

show her the spa
and the tearooms.

I'd like that, why not?

TOMMY: I just had it
done up. There was a fire.

It's...

Yeah.

What do you drink?

So early, but gin.

Goodness. With something?

Like what?

Tonic water or...

Erm... We have, erm...

Cordial.

There's not much
room in there but...

You want to fuck
me, Mrs. Carleton?

Perhaps because I...

Perhaps because I would
represent something to you?

We should have this
conversation before the booze

starts talking for us.

You have a horse.

Yes, I have a horse.

The horse is why I'm here.

Purely that.

And because you're paying me

a lot of money to
train your horse,

that's why I'm here.

Purely that.

Good.

Good. Well, a toast, then.

To the horse, to the Derby.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So is that what
you say to women?

Only if I don't know
what they want.

And what if they
don't want to fuck?

Then life is simpler.

You want a simple life?

Do I look like a man who
wants a simple life, eh?

So what do you want?

For what I'm paying
you, Mrs. Carleton,

I want a horse that'll pay out
at Epsom on an each-way bet.

Before I took your account,

I did some credit checks on you.

Apparently, you don't exist.

My existence is questionable.

Gypsies don't like registers.

You see, I'm not
gypsy like you mean.

But you did register for France.

I also sent your name
to the War Office,

I have friends there.

You won two
medals for gallantry.

Does that really impress
you, Mrs. Carleton?

Call me May.

Charlie says the box van's here.

Thank you, Finn.

You know, I still don't know

what you're going
to call your horse.

The horse will be
called Grace's Secret.

Grace's Secret.

I told him he definitely
can't take the job.

He said, "All right, I'll
move to London, then."

I said, "I won't give in
to blackmail. No is no."

Well... That settles it, then.

I'll give the job to
the other candidate.

He's much better
qualified anyway.

Michael did City and
Guilds, six months.

Yeah, but he doesn't
know racing, Poll.

He knows horses, but
he doesn't know racing.

This other boy, he knows racing.

He's good. He's a fast learner.

What if Michael really leaves?

You just got to
let him go, Poll.

He'll get a job in
an office in London.

I'm sure he'll write to you.

He made a big speech

about wanting to help you

build up a respectable business.

Oh, he's like his dad,
he could make me cry.

There are trains to London.

So I just let him leave?

Every month or so he'd be back.

Unless, of course,
he meets a girl.

Then, who knows?

Oh, my God.

You want him to do this job.

Polly, I want what you want.

What about this other
more qualified candidate?

Mmm...

Well, I lied, there isn't one.

How much you paying?

- The advertised rate.
- Like hell.

- Three bob.
- Like hell.

- Three and six.
- Four.

Four it is.

- I love him, Tom.
- I know.

That's why I'll keep him
away from the old business,

put him charge of
the new. Agreed?

Agreed.

Well, Finn, you've got
two choices, mild or mild.

- Mild.
- JOHN: There you go.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Here he is, look.

(CHEERING)

Happy birthday, Michael.

Eighteen years old.
You're a man today.

Give him a drink, John boy.

- There you go, lad.
- And after that,

we'll go to find you
a lady of the night.

Arthur!

Michael. (CLEARS THROAT)

What's that?

TOMMY: So you're
never late for work.

JOHN: Welcome to
the business, Michael.

ARTHUR: Welcome to the business.

Thank you.

Right, come on, let's get
him drunk. Come here, you.

ARTHUR: All right, whisky.

No whisky, he's at work
tomorrow. Give him only dark mild.

A toast.

- ARTHUR: Toast.
- To Michael.

ALL: To Michael.

(DOOR OPENS)

You all right?

What is it? Just us?

Just us.

POLLY: We celebrating?

TOMMY: Just taste this.

What do you think, Arthur?

ARTHUR: Yeah, it's good.
Good stuff, really nice.

Too good for the Garrison.

I suppose we could shift it
to the toffs at the Eden Club.

Why? What is it?

That is part of an export drive.

We now have a secure
warehouse in Camden Town

and secure passage
to the Poplar Docks.

So, on Monday morning,

we'll be sending out
our first export crates.

A crate of Riley car spares,

bound for Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Where there's prohibition.

Where there is prohibition.

All over Canada and America,

people are making their
own booze in bathtubs.

But rich people in New
York, in Toronto and Boston

are still paying a lot of
money for the real stuff.

So, on Monday, the first
Shelby company crates

will contain a thousand
Riley carburetors.

But hidden in the
packing will be 500 bottles

of the finest quality
single malt Scotch whisky.

And we Shelbys, have a license

granted by the Minister
Of The Empire himself,

which means our
crates won't be searched.

And, Polly, all of the whisky
will be packed at the docks,

so Michael can do the
books without being involved.

Like I've been telling
you all for a year now,

motor cars are the future.

So, how is your life then, Tom?

On the up, Johnny, on the up.

But, Tom, really,
come on, how is it?

You know I hate to see
you not even married yet.

I have a fine looking cousin,
she'll make your life hell.

You deserve her!

(CHUCKLING)

We haven't had a good
old wedding in a long time.

Rather look inside these
boxes, then, Johnny?

What do I want to look
at car parts, Tommy,

when I haven't even got a car?

Faith in family's
a fine thing, eh?

And I wouldn't even be counting.

Twenty-five becomes
24, then 24 it is.

Oh, you know I'm no
good with numbers, Tom.

And if 24 ever became 23,

then that'd be tax.

We don't pay tax.

No, Tom.

Good man.

KITCHEN: I put an iron door on,

and we've put iron
bars on the windows

and across the skylights.

TOMMY: Good.

So what will you be
keeping in here, Tommy?

Temptation, Billy. Temptation.

(DOOR OPENS)

Morning, Arthur. I
was just passing.

ARTHUR: I think
I'm in fucking love.

Drink!

She don't know where to look.

Whisky, Tommy?

No, I've got a long drive ahead.

You off home?

Mmm-hmm. Eventually.

To Birmingham.

What's this?

Olives.

Yes, it's miscellaneous.

It's, erm, olives.

Sticks, you know,

with little bits of
fucking onion and things.

That's what that is.

We've taken 600
pounds on olives.

Yeah, with little bits of onion.

I told you, Arthur...

The dealers sell the
cocaine, we take a cut.

We don't sell direct.

The Home Secretary's
cracking down

and I don't want this,

to fuck up everything
else, you understand?

I understand.

How much of that 600
came out of your pocket?

It's under control.

I put you down here cos
people are scared of you, Arthur.

But if you don't straighten up,

it'll be John's turn in London.

No need.

I can handle it.

It's under control?

It's under control.

Fucking tidy profit, though, eh?

It's happening, Tom.

Good.

Good.

TOMMY: Straighten up, soldier.

Yes, sir, Sergeant Major.

What's your business?

Sorry, I'm, er, I'm lost here.

Yeah, well, you can't stop here.

- Move on.
- All right.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Twenty-three seconds.

It's all right, Ada,
it'll be Andrew for me.

Oh.

I'm looking for Ada.

Who are you?

Ada.

I asked you a question.

It's all right, James.

This is my brother.

Who's he?

He rents a room.

TOMMY: You need
to rent out rooms?

Actually, she
doesn't charge rent.

He's a writer, which
means he's skint.

You get up late these days, Ada.

Mmm. I go to bed late.

TOMMY: Yeah? Where's Karl?

What do you want, Tommy?

Oh, God, before you start

sizing him up for
a wedding suit,

he's not interested in me.

- Or in girls of any kind.
- Ada!

What? Tommy won't judge you.

He sure as hell
won't go to the police.

Look, I'll go and get dressed.

James...

I'm Thomas.

Pleased to meet you.

Can I have a minute
with my sister, please?

Yes, of course.

So, does your lodger
know your name?

Yeah. Thorne.

You think I'd tell
anybody anything else?

Your Brummie boys
are all over the papers.

Just one last push,
eh? Then you'll go legit?

Just one more obstacle to get
round, then it'll all be straight?

Actually, yes.

(GIGGLING)

Personally, I find
it quite amusing.

Men like you are becoming
very fashionable down here.

No society party in London
is complete without a gangster

for the girls to go giddy for.

Anyway, what is
it that you want?

I don't have any children, Ada,

so I have set up a trust fund.

The beneficiaries will
be John's kids and Karl.

In order for Karl to benefit,
I need your signature.

I've set up an account.

The money will be transferred
in the event of my death.

It'll set them
up for a new life.

Are you sick?

I'm just doing what
any ordinary man would,

putting my affairs in order.

DARBY: Did you know they
was going to take the Eden club?

ALFIE: I know about
the Eden club, yes.

Did you know they were
going to do it before they did it?

Because that's someone
who's in charge, isn't it?

The one who knows
before it happens.

I know what I know, you know.

If you don't know, then you
don't fucking know, do you?

Did you know they was going
to take Wimbledon Docks?

Harringay? The trotting tracks?

Talk, all right? I
genuinely want to hear you.

You've lost control, Alfie.

ALFIE: Have I?

MAN: Everybody knows.

- Talk to me, Alfie.
- Talk to you?

All right, I'll talk to you. I'll
fucking tell you how it was, right?

What happened was this.

All the time you were talking
about dirty fucking Jews.

All the fucking time,

dirty fucking Jews, dirty
Kikes, dirty dustbin lids...

- Everyone makes jokes.
- You want to talk about

not getting into places?

Everybody makes fucking jokes.

I didn't know you had
no sense of humor!

And I ain't going to
fucking mention, right,

the great big fuck off
elephant in the room.

Look, Alfie...

How many of my bookies
worked Epsom this last May?

None. None.

Not one.

So, for a few fucking
jokes and Epsom,

you fucking invite a tribe
of savages into the city

and just fucking
unlock the fucking gates!

I'm sorry, what are
you saying, mate?

I'm saying...

I'm sorry about the Jew thing.

- You saying you're sorry?
- Yeah.

- You're sorry about the Jew thing?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I want that in writing.
Write that down.

He said, "I'm sorry".

And also write down

that all our bookies
can go back to Epsom.

- He didn't say that.
- Who's asking you?

Eh.

Write it down.

It's all right. Come on.

Alfie's an old friend.

My friend.

Now, admit it, the Peaky
Blinders is out of control.

Yeah, they're out of
fucking control, mate.

They come down the canal,

they spread like
the fucking clap.

Right. So now they're

- everybody's problem.
- Yeah.

- Alfie.
- Mmm.

You and me, we've been fighting

- since we was at school.
- Yeah.

All right? Now, also,

- we've been friends.
- Mmm, yeah.

You know, it goes
backwards and forwards.

How much better is
it when we're friends?

Oh, it's much
better, mate, yeah.

You write that down.

Mmm.

So what we're doing here, right,

is we're writing down some
kind of a deal thing, right?

- Yeah, a written deal.
- Written deal, good.

Well, why don't we discuss
the border between the Italians

and the Jews going
back to Farringdon Road.

- Farringdon Road...
- Yeah, Farringdon Road.

Fuck! That's ancient history.

Write down Farringdon Road.

No, no, no, write
down Camden Road.

- Farringdon Road.
- Camden Road.

- Write down Farringdon.
- Camden.

- Farringdon.
- Camden.

Write down Camden Road.

Just write down "peace".

Just write down "peace", right,

between the Jews
and the Italians.

And war against the gypsies.

Fuck.

(DOOR OPENS)

MAID: Mr. Thomas Shelby, madam.

Nice house.

Would you like a whisky?

Scotch or Irish?

Irish.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

Sorry for the short notice.

I was passing.

We're not quite on
the Birmingham road.

It was a small diversion.

Sixty miles, I checked.

That's a small
diversion these days.

So, I'm a small diversion.

Good.

Your horse is still
out on the gallops,

but I had Mickey
prepare this report.

You can read it now if you'd
like, then we can go see her.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Is there enough
light for you to read?

Yes, it's fine.

It's getting quite late.

Mickey says she has
the lungs of an elephant.

She's nimble in the heavy going,

but bounces a little
on the hard ground.

Sorry, I'll let you read.

So, he thinks she'll favor
good to soft ground, eh?

- A little juice in the grass.
- Mmm.

Well, that's good for Epsom.

Does he think she's not
good enough for Epsom?

She needs a lot of work.

The race board
will need convincing.

- I imagine you have some influence.
- Mmm.

That's the suggested programme
for the next two months.

Your glass is empty.

It's fine.

Are you hungry?

Yes, a bit.

I can prepare something.

Do you have engine oil?

Before I set off for
Birmingham, the car needs oil.

I'm sure my husband
kept some in the garage.

I can get someone to do it.

This evening or tomorrow?

Well, we're so
far from anywhere,

people usually stay over.

Especially before cars,
when it was just carriages,

people used to
stay over all the time.

But I have a car.

Yes.

And you have engine oil.

Probably.

But it would be very usual.

What would?

For a guest to stay.

We have a whole wing
called the guest wing.

Oh, you...

You have a guest wing.

Well...

May.

(BREATHING UNEVENLY)

Have a smoke.

Thank you.

Ignore this. It's
actually all right.

I put all his photos in a
drawer and locked it...

As if that was going
to make a difference.

I'm like a fucking
lighthouse keeper...

Out here on my own...

Keeping his flame burning.

But, of course, when
anyone sees a lighthouse

they steer clear, don't they?

Now, do you have a map?

Of the house. Do you have a map?

Because I'm not going to be able

to find my way in the dark.

You see, at midnight,

I'm going to leave my wing

and I'm going to come find you.

And I'm going to turn the
handle of your bedroom door

without making a sound

and none of the maids will know.

You don't know maids.

They hear a pin drop?

If there's a man in
the house, they listen.

They take turns.

So, let them listen.

Right.

Day rate, seven shillings.
Loading, unloading.

Night rate, three. Total ten.

Let's go and get a drink.

No, I'm all right.

Come on, it's payday.

Everybody has a drink on payday.

Not me.

You think your mum don't
have a drink on payday?

You think the Lord Almighty
don't have a drink on payday?

Man, it's on fire out there,

women from the
BSA offices, honest.

They go out on their own
without their men these days,

in twos and threes now.

Mickey, they go out
in twos and threes

and buy their own drinks.

The Marquis, that's where
the BSA secretaries go.

Look, they won't
serve a black man

without a Shelby by his side.

So you're using me?

Yeah.

Come on.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

I told you, I fucking told
you, this city's gone mad.

Girls go out on their own now.

Two pints of dark mild, please.

Fuck that. We're Peaky boys.

Two whiskies.

You get used to it,
then you can't stop.

(WHISTLING)

I don't drink with blacks.

Here we fucking go.

Paddy, they're okay.

Not with me, they're not.

I don't drink in
pubs with blacks.

So leave.

Look, my dad is the
preacher round here.

He has connections, ask anybody.

I couldn't give
a fuck who he is.

I'm telling you to
leave it, Paddy.

And I'm telling this
darkie to get out of here.

You know something? Fuck off.

It's all right, Isaiah,
come on, leave it.

- We'll go to my cousin's pub.
- I like it here.

You fucking nigger.

(SHOUTING AND SCREAMING)

Paddy! The white
kid's a Peaky Blinder!

He's Polly Shelby's son!

He's Polly Shelby's son!
Are you fucking suicidal?

Sir...

Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Get out!

Get out the fucking pub.

I clearly didn't know.

Fuck, let's go. Let's go!

We ordered some drinks

and we're going to drink them.

His face, man. Did you
see his fucking face?

You punch like a
fucking kangaroo.

I seen one once in a
circus, you punch like that.

All right, anyway, I
need a fucking drink.

- It's on you.
- It's on me? You just got paid.

Yeah, from you.

You can get a whisky,
maybe even a dark mild.

Fucking hell, it's
packed in here, isn't it?

JOHN: So it's as easy as that?

Easy as that, John boy.

London, you wouldn't believe it.

Finn, stick your
head in a bucket.

No.

The women, John
boy, the women...

I've got this one,
she's a dancer, right?

She can do things with her...

If Finn would just piss off,

I'd explain a little bit better.

Well, if it's so good,
why are you here?

Decent pints.

The cockneys
can't get that right.

He misses us,
Finn, that's what it is.

ARTHUR: Here they are,
look, junior Peaky boys.

What's happened to
you? You been scrapping?

Some idiots at the
Marquis of Lorne.

Tried to stop me and Isaiah

from drinking,
but it's all right.

We fought them off.

Arthur, we had to stand
our ground and we did.

The Marquis, eh?
Where's your dad?

- Preaching.
- ARTHUR: Right.

JOHN: Don't nick
any of me chips, Finn!

- Where are you going?
- ARTHUR: We won't be long.

Where are they going?

The Marquis of Lorne.

Shame.

It was a nice pub.

(MOANING)

Eh-up. Bet the
big bastard got cut.

You didn't have
to do that for me.

We didn't do it
for you, Michael.

We did it for the good
name of the company.

None of this
happened, all right?

Come on, let's go
and get that drink.

(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

CAMPBELL: The date has been set.

Three weeks from today.

You checked out his house?

There's coppers all over it.

You'll take care of them?

No. That would arouse suspicion.

You'll have to deal
with them yourself.

And if a copper gets killed?

There will be no
consequences for you,

I have given you my word.

Which I know to be worthless.

That is why I have
been settling my affairs

in the event of my death.

(CHUCKLING) And making
your peace with God, perhaps?

Well, good luck with that.

I have made arrangements
with men I trust.

If I should die,

then you will die.

Know that.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Ritz Hotel. (CLEARS THROAT)

London, Piccadilly.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Hello?

- Who was that?
- Call got cut.

I guess the telephone lines in
England are not so good, huh?

Hm.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)