Peaky Blinders

Ripped By mstoll

Sir, this is her.

The girl who tells fortunes?

They're doing a magic spell. To make it win a race.

The horse's name is Monaghan Boy.

Kempton. 3:00. Monday.

You ladies have a bet yourselves, but don't tell anyone else.

And Abraham made his home in a cave.

But it was good. Because God resided there with him.

You see, children, God does not care if you live in a slum, or in a mansion.

God does not care if you are rich, or you are poor...

Morning, sir.

Morning, Mr Shelby.

- Come on, lad. -Good day, sir.

- Morning, Mr Shelby. -Sir.

Good day, Mr Shelby.

Finn?

Arthur's mad as hell.

What does a 10-year-old know about hell? Eh?

I'm 11 Sunday.

I'm looking for Tommy.

Get your bets in now for the 2:30 at Kempton.

Right, what we got on Percy Piper?

Piper going well in the soft, lads. Down to fours.

Fours.

- Okay, Monaghan Boy? -Wanna push that down, mate.

Two to one, still.

Two to one. Get your bets in now.

What do you say? We got Topper in, he's an old favourite.

Four to one.

Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy, look at the book. just look.

Tommy! -All on Monaghan Boy.

- Good work, john. -Tommy!

Get in here. Now.

That'll be six pennies, nipper.

That's ten bob you'll see for that.

Now, you were seen doing the powder trick down at Garrison Courts.

Times are hard.

People need a reason to lay a bet.

There was a Chinese.

The Washerwomen say she's a witch.

- It helps them believe. -We don't mess with Chinese.

- Look at the book. -Chinese have cutters of their own.

We agreed, Arthur.

I'm taking charge of drumming up their money.

What if Monaghan Boy wins, Tommy?

You fixing races now?

Do you have permission from Billy Kimber to be fixing races? Hmm?

And what's got into you?

You think we can take on the Chinese and Billy Kimber?

- Billy's got a bloody army! -I think, Arthur.

That's what I do.

I think.

So that you don't have to.

There's news from Belfast.

I'm calling a family council tonight at 8:00.

I want all of us there.

You hear me?

There's trouble coming.

All right, shut up now. Shut up.

Comrades, we're here today to take a vote on strike action.

Yes!

But before we have a show of hands for that,

let's have a show of hands from all those who fought in France.

All those who stood side by side with your comrades,

and watched your comrades fall.

Raise your hands.

The blood shed on Flanders Fields.

The sweat of your brows.

Who reaps the rewards?

IS it you?

- No, no. -No!

Is it your wives?

- No, no. -No, no.

Well, who then? Do they stand among us?

-No! -No!

Or do they sit at home, comfortable, with a full belly?

While you scrape to find enough to put shoes on your children's feet!

And what is the reward they offer you for your sacrifices made?

A fucking cut in your wages!

That is your reward!

Raise a hand, all those who want to strike!

- Yes! Yes! -Yes! Yes!

On the house, Mr Shelby.

- I'll take a mild. -Right.

Cheers, Thomas.

Good health to you.

Crown of a prince.

- Soon to be king, I'd bet. -You don't bet.

No, but these past few days I've been speculating.

About what?

One of my union comrades has a sister.

Works in the telegraph office at the BSA factory.

She says, over the past week,

they've had messages coming up from London to the brass.

From Winston Churchill himself.

Something about a robbery.

A robbery of national significance, it's said.

She found a list of names

left in the telegraph machine.

And on that list was your name and my name together.

What kind of a list would have the name of a communist

and the name of a bookmaker side by side?

Perhaps it's a list of men who give false hope to the poor.

The only difference between you and me, Freddie,

is that, sometimes...

my horses stand a chance of winning.

You know, there are days -

when I hear about the cuttings and beatings -

that I really wish I'd let you take that bullet in France.

Believe me, there are nights I wish you had.

Hey!

They're gonna kill me!

On three! One, two, three, go!

Breathe, Danny. Breathe!

They're gonna kill me! They're gonna kill me!

- They're gonna kill me! -Danny! Danny, Danny, you're home.

We're all home in England.

You're not in France.

You're not an artillery shell, Danny, you're a man.

Eh?

You're not a whizz-bang, you're a human being, Danny.

You're all right. You're all right.

You're all right.

Up, Up!

It's all right.

It's all right.

Oh, hell.

Did I do it again?

You did it again, Danny.

You gotta stop doing this, man.

- He's all right. -Oh God, Mr Shelby, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

- You go home to your wife now, Danny. -Yeah.

And get all that smoke and mud out of your head, eh?

Yes, Mr Shelby. I'm sorry.

Go on.

Mr Shelby, you have to do something about him.

Damn right, Harry.

You pay the Peaky Blinders a lot of money for protection.

You're the law around here now, Tommy, aren't you?

Maybe you should put a bullet in Danny Whizz-Bang's head

like they do with mad horses.

Maybe you'll have to put a bullet in my head someday, too.

Bring the bill to the Peaky Blinders.

We'll take care of it.

Look at the gun.

- Recognise it? -Mmm.

- Fuck! -Get up off your arse, you mumping pig.

Aunt Poll, what the fuck did you do that for?

Finn was playing with this this afternoon by the cut.

It was loaded. Nearly blew Ada's tits off.

It must have fell out of me pocket.

He said he found it on the sideboard of the betting shop.

With bullets in it.

I...

I must have been drunk.

When are you not drunk?

Look, Aunt Polly, I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry.

We'll keep this between ourselves

if you swear not to leave guns lying around.

Look, I know having four kids without a woman is hard,

but my boot's harder. Now come on, were late.

Right!

I've called this family meeting because I've got some very important news.

Scudboat and Lovelock got back from Belfast last night.

They were buying a stallion to cover their mares.

They were in a pub on the Shankhill Road yesterday,

and in that pub there was a copper.

Handing out these.

"If you're over five feet and can fight, come to Birmingham."

They're recruiting Protestant Irishmen to come over here as Special.

- To do what? -To clean up the city, Ada.

He's the Chief Inspector.

The last four years, he's been clearing the IRA out of Belfast.

How do you know so bloody much?

'Cause I asked the coppers on our payroll.

And why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you.

So why are they sending him to Birmingham?

Well, there's been all these bloody strikes at the BSA.

And the Austin works, lately.

Now the papers are talking about sedition.

And revolution.

I reckon it's communists he's after.

So this copper's gonna leave us alone, right?

There are Irishmen in Green Lanes who left Belfast to get away from him.

They say Catholic men who crossed him used to disappear in the night.

Yeah, but we ain't IRA.

We bloody fought for the King.

Anyway, we're Peaky Blinders.

We're not scared of coppers.

- He's right. -If they come for us,

we'll cut them a smile each.

So, Arthur. Is that it?

What do you think, Aunt Poll?

This family does everything open.

You've nothing more to say to this meeting, Thomas?