Peaky Blinders

Oh, there's a woman.

Yeah.

A woman.

Who I love.

And I got close.

In the bleak midwinter...

At some point in the near future,

Mr Churchill will want to speak to you in person.

Mr Shelby,

he has a job for you.

We will be in touch.

Oh, thank you.

-(BABY CRYING) -I'm going to take him.

Some of us know the words.

Trot on.

# In the bleak mid.winter

# Frosty wind made moan

# Earth stood hard as iron

Trot on.

# Water like a stone

Trot on.

# Snow had fallen, snow on snow

# Snow on snow

# In the bleak mid.winter

# Long ago #

Here come the fucking cavalry. Late as usual.

Dearly beloved.

We are gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony

Thomas Michael Shelby and Grace Helen Burgess.

Those flowers need to go there.

Do you, Thomas Michael Shelby,

take Grace Helen Burgess to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Do you, Grace Helen Burgess,

solemnly swear to love, hon our,

and obey till death do you part?

I do.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Get out of it!

-Go on, take the photograph! -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Tommy.

Arthur, get the bastards in the house.

I will. I will. John! John-Boy! Get 'em in the house, all of 'em.

Go on, all of you! Back to the house! Go on!

All right, Pol. Tell the Lee girls I've counted all the paintings.

And, Pol, some people here are not on the list.

Curly, Charlie. Kitchen.

-Time? -Five minutes.

Actually, we were told on the train there'd be cocaine.

Jeremiah, John-Boy, kitchen, let's go.

I swear to God them fucking Cavalry boys are asking for it.

Uh, I was told to ask someone young. Will there be cocaine?

Sweetheart, I am young, informed and, uh, very well-equipped.

You chose your man wisely.

Come on, kitchen now.

Arthur, this lady wants to play in the snow.

No, no snow today. No snow today.

Kitchen, come on.

I just wish Tommy was here.

-Where are they? I don't know, Tommy.

-Arthur, John, where are they? -I don't know.

-I am telling you now, we got lost. -Come on.

You really need to do a map.

Right, boys, you're all here.

Today, this is my fucking wedding day.

Yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms.

Nevertheless... Nevertheless, John...

Despite the bad blood,

I'll have none of it on my carpet.

Now for Grace's sake, nothing will go wrong.

Those bastards out there are her family.

And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her,

your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything...

Tom? -To... What?

What about snow?

Yeah, their women are sports, I'll say that...

No. No. No.

No cocaine.

No cocaine. No sport.

No telling fortunes. No racing.

No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars.

And, you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh?

I'm just trying to sell you to them, Tom.

But the main thing is,

you bunch of fuckers,

despite the provocation from the cavalry,

no fighting.

Oi!

No fighting.

No fucking fighting.

No fighting.

No fucking fighting!

Good.

-Get the fuck off me! -(GLASS SHATTERS)

You're needed downstairs.

Grace, you're needed downstairs.

People are hungry.

I was putting Charles to sleep. (SIGHS)

I'll come down, but not with you like this.

All right, fine.

Tommy.

I thought today was the reason for the way you've been acting lately.

I know there's business on your mind.

-And I know there always will be. -Yeah.

Look, I am sorry that they wore their uniforms.

Yeah, they fucking did, eh. They fucking did.

But I can tell it's more than that.

You've been like this for weeks.

I need you to tell me

that it's business making you like this.

And not regret over me.

Say it out loud and I'll know if it's true.

It's business, Grace.

And bad, bad business it is, all around.

And I'm scared, Grace.

I'm scared for you.

I'm scared for the baby.

And this is how I am when I'm scared.

It is unfamiliar to you, but not to me.

I can... I can fucking be scared and carry on.

And it's not pleasant to look at and no joy to be around.

All right?

I'm sorry. (SNIFFS)

We just made vows to share everything.

Tell me what it is you're afraid of.

-(MUSIC PLAYING) -(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Stand up. Stand up, stand up.

Arthur's speech.

I'm scared of fucking Arthur's speech.

All right?

Me, too.

Tommy, what are you doing?

Tommy.

There's half the British Army waiting for us downstairs.

They're King's Irish. We waited two weeks in the mud for them.

Tommy. (GIGGLES)

There are things, that if I take them off, I won't be able to put back on...

-That's good. -(CHUCKLES)

Hello, Mrs Shelby.

-I'm sorry for being busy in my head. -(CHUCKLES)

Now let's complete the ceremony.

Hey, listen. Listen, listen.

What do you call an animal with a prick halfway up its back?

A cavalry horse. (LAUGHING)

He got... He gets it.

Fuck it. Fuck it.

Where the bloody hell are they?

You're best man, Arthur. Go and find them.

Yeah.

That's completely nonsense.

You know, we're part of a serious political movement and organisation.

They're not "secret little meetings," they're just meetings.

We talk about the world, about the people in it,

about our current political landscape and what's going on.

You know, we really need to re-evaluate the way our government...

He's strange. -He's looking over.

What?

He's coming. He bloody is.

Fuck. It's the wrong one.

What do you mean "the wrong one"? How many are there?

There's two, giving me the eye.

I prefer the other one. He looks harmless.

It must be that bloody lipstick Tommy brought you back from New York.

I couldn't help noticing you are unaccompanied.

I also am alone. May I join you?

Tommy? Oh. (SNIFFLES)

Didn't see a thing. Did not see a thing. Sorry, brother.

I need you downstairs.

It's all right. We're done. (SIGHS)

-You good? -Yeah.

-Never been better. -Yeah?

-Are you drunk? -Huh? No.

No.

Here.

All right, it's just one drink, then.

Linda's a good woman, Arthur.

Good whisky.

A good man needs to hold out sometimes, eh?

So, uh, do I mention this in my speech, then, eh?

Not unless you want to get cut, Arthur.

Sorry, sister.

Right. Look.

Tell the maids to break out the champagne.

We'll be down in a minute.

Champagne, yeah. OK.

-I got it right here. I'm ready. -Good. Good.

Where are you from?

I'm a refugee.

From where?

Russia.

In the past few months,

Thomas has developed some business interests with Russia.

I see he has confided in you.

Hmm.

You need his permission to even speak to me.