| 1. | |
| Episode One - BLUE AMENDS | |
| 1 EXT. CHINESE QUARTER- DAY 1 - 16:50 1 | |
| Thursday 6th February 1919 - A young CHINESE GIRL (MAI) is | |
| running, carrying a baby. An older Chinese man (ZHANG, her | |
| FATHER) is yelling at her in Chinese to hurry up, turning | |
| and waiting then trotting along beside her. | |
| ZHANG | |
| (Hurry up. Or they will | |
| kill us all.) | |
| They run and cross a street between ragged horses and | |
| creaking carts. | |
| 2 INT. CHINESE QUARTER, LAUNDRY - DAY 1 - 16:51 2 | |
| Grey sheets hang in lines inside the chaotically cramped | |
| laundry. Steam hisses from irons and there is a giant | |
| thumping sound of a steam hammer coming from a forging and | |
| pressing factory nearby. | |
| The heavy wet sheets are being scrubbed on steel washboards | |
| by Chinese children aged seven to eleven. There are old | |
| grandmothers using the steam irons, some with babies asleep | |
| in slings on their backs. An old man lies asleep on an | |
| ironing board. Through the steam we hear a dozen urgent | |
| conversations in the same language. | |
| We might think we are in Shanghai until we see a | |
| caption.... | |
| BIRMINGHAM, ENGLAND, 1919. | |
| Mai bursts into the laundry and hands her baby to a young | |
| cousin barely big enough to take the baby’s weight. She | |
| hisses quickly in Cantonese... | |
| MAI | |
| (Do your tits still have | |
| milk?) | |
| The cousin nods as she takes the baby. | |
| MAI | |
| (Feed her) | |
| Mai turns to leave but a grandmother calls out... | |
| 2. | |
| GRANDMOTHER | |
| (Hey! Where are you | |
| going?) | |
| Zhang steps in from outside and speaks with fear. | |
| ZHANG | |
| (They have asked for her) | |
| GRANDMOTHER | |
| (Who have asked for her?) | |
| A pause. Zhang glances at his terrified daughter through a | |
| billow of steam. | |
| 3 EXT. SLUM STREET - DAY 1 - 16:55 3 | |
| We are in a typical Small Heath tenement court. The yard is | |
| a hundred foot long and dissected by a cobbled street. Two | |
| four-storey tenements glare at each other across the | |
| cobbles. Lines of washing are strung across the courtyard | |
| and the sheets flap in the breeze. | |
| Dozens of children of all ages, all barefoot and dressed in | |
| rags, are playing on the cobbles. Women are hanging washing | |
| or bringing it in, calling out to each other, their voices | |
| echoing against the tenement walls. The air fizzes with | |
| yelling and laughter. | |
| We spend a moment with these people. A little boy pulls | |
| open the door of an outside lavatory, exposing an old man | |
| inside, to general hilarity. There are various cats and | |
| dogs about the place. Tucked behind a blackened brick wall | |
| an illegal gin still drips it’s lethal liquor into a stone | |
| jar. | |
| The women are all dressed in billowing dresses (in | |
| Victorian style) with brightly colored calico head-scarves | |
| wrapped around their heads. | |
| In spite of the poverty, there is a feeling of huge energy | |
| and vigor, rather than despair. In the background we hear | |
| the thumping roar of heavy engineering factories. | |
| After a few moments, a man riding a beautiful black horse | |
| trots into the courtyard. The horse’s hooves click on the | |
| cobbles. | |
| Instantly, all talking and laughter stops. Whispered word | |
| goes around the children and mothers like wildfire. All | |
| games are frozen. Washing is left in baskets. Mothers turn | |
| to the crowds of children to summon their own. | |
| 3. | |
| We study the man who has produced such instant terror as he | |
| rides into the courtyard. He is immaculately dressed in a | |
| dark suit (odd for a man riding a horse) and his boots are | |
| polished. He is mid-thirties, handsome and well groomed. | |
| On his head he wears a Stetson Hatteras cap angled steeply | |
| over his forehead, with generous folds of cloth hanging | |
| over his ears. The peak puts his dark eyes in shadow. | |
| This man is THOMAS Shelby. | |
| He ducks under a line of sheets and finally pulls up his | |
| horse and dismounts. | |
| The courtyard is now miraculously empty, with all the | |
| mothers and children now hiding in doorways or alleys. | |
| They are all watching Thomas as he takes a gold watch on a | |
| chain from his vest pocket and checks the time. His horse | |
| snorts steam into the cold air. | |
| At that moment, at the end of the street we see Mai and | |
| Zhang arrive. They turn into the courtyard and slow down | |
| when they see Thomas and the horse. Zhang takes Mai’s hand | |
| and leads her on to the rendezvous. | |
| Thomas takes out a fat Sweet Afton cigarette and lights it | |
| with a match. Zhang and Mai approach as if Thomas were a | |
| gunfighter in a Western street. All eyes are on them as | |
| they meet. | |
| Zhang speaks English with a heavy chinese accent. | |
| ZHANG | |
| Sir? This is her. | |
| THOMAS | |
| The girl who tells fortunes? | |
| Zhang bows confirmation. Thomas hardly glances at Mai | |
| before gesturing at Zhang to begin what is evidently a pre- | |
| arranged exchange. With shaking hands, Zhang pulls a small | |
| velvet bag from his inside pocket and holds it up for | |
| Thomas to see. There is a golden dragon woven into the | |
| velvet. | |
| Thomas reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket. As he | |
| reaches in, we see a long barreled Webley revolver hanging | |
| in a tan-leather army issue holster. Zhang and Mai see it | |
| too and shrink back. Thomas takes two pound notes out of | |
| his pocket which he holds up for Zhang to take (making sure | |
| everyone watching can see the transaction). | |
| 4. | |
| Zhang takes the money then hands the velvet bag to Mai. He | |
| quickly gives her instructions in Chinese and she seems to | |
| be a little baffled. He urges her to do as she is told. | |
| Mai hesitantly opens the velvet bag and pours a palm full | |
| of red powder into her hand. Thomas half smiles and urges | |
| her to obey Zhang’s whispers. Mai puts her hand near to the | |
| horse’s nose and blows. | |
| A cloud of red dust hits the horse. The horse snorts and | |
| shies and we see Thomas’s face through the cloud of red | |
| dust. Children in the alleys stare with wonder and whisper | |
| to each other. We eavesdrop on one child explaining to her | |
| little sister... | |
| CHILD 1 | |
| They’re doing a magic spell to make | |
| it win a race. | |
| Mai blows some more red dust onto the horse’s nose and | |
| Thomas rubs it into the soft flesh around the nostrils. | |
| With the velvet bag now empty, Thomas drops his cigarette | |
| and, in one easy movement, he mounts the horse. He looks | |
| down at Zhang and Mai and touches his cap. He then looks | |
| all around at the women and children watching and calls | |
| out... | |
| THOMAS | |
| The horse’s name is Monaghan Boy. | |
| Kempton 3 o’clock Monday. You | |
| ladies have a bet yourselves but | |
| don’t tell anybody else. | |
| We might know Thomas is fully aware word of this will | |
| spread like wild fire. He wheels the horse around and trots | |
| away down the courtyard. Zhang and Mai watch him go. As | |
| Thomas ducks under the flapping sheets, women and children | |
| slowly emerge into their doorways and stare with open | |
| mouths, mystified by what they just saw. Finally, a | |
| grandmother speaks loudly to them all. | |
| MOTHER | |
| Those Peaky Blinder devils are | |
| using witchcraft now. | |
| 4 EXT. GARRISON LANE - DAY 1 - 17:00 4 | |
| We re-join Thomas as he rides his beautiful black horse | |
| down the industrial street, silencing the chaos around him | |
| briefly as he goes. | |
| 5. | |
| The street is busy with horse traffic and the odd car and | |
| delivery van. Garrison Lane cuts between soaring industrial | |
| buildings. The street is alive with children and, outside | |
| every pub, men are gathered, smoking and drinking. On a | |
| corner, a beggar is playing an accordion but he stops and | |
| bows as Thomas passes. Other men look to their shoes as | |
| Thomas rides by, some of them darting into doorways to | |
| avoid his gaze. | |
| Outside the CHAIN TAVERN a black Afro-Caribbean street | |
| preacher with long straggly hair (JIMMY JESUS) is preaching | |
| fire and brimstone to no one, a large leather-bound bible | |
| in his hand... | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| ...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... | |
| As the shadow of Thomas and his horse passes over Jimmy, he | |
| glances up and nods a greeting. | |
| Thomas slows to allow a line of men to cross the road. They | |
| are all blind, walking in single file, each with a hand on | |
| the shoulder of the man in front, the leader being led by a | |
| dog. (These are men blinded in the war, now begging for | |
| pennies). | |
| The men sing ‘Molly Malone’ as they walk and the last in | |
| line holds a begging bowl. Thomas leans down in the saddle | |
| to drop a coin into their bowl. | |
| As the line of blind men clears, two policemen walking in | |
| the opposite direction see Thomas. They both look nervous | |
| and touch their caps. | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| Good morning Mr Shelby. | |
| Thomas ignores them and urges his horse on. | |
| 5 EXT. CHARLIE STRONG’S YARD - DAY 1 - 17:30 5 | |
| The yard is a fantastic collection. It is ostensibly a | |
| scrap metal yard but there is junk and treasure of every | |
| kind. The Grand Union Canal runs through the yard and there | |
| are stables for dray horses beside the water. A bonfire | |
| burns in a corner of the yard. | |
| 6. | |
| The flames reflect on the high walls that seclude the yard | |
| and there is a large corrugated iron gate. The gate is | |
| being hammered from outside and a settled Gypsy (a | |
| Diddicoi) named CHARLIE STRONG emerges from a small office | |
| to open the gate. | |
| He is mid-forties, hard as iron, dressed in a fine tweed | |
| suit and cap but with a large golden earring in his left | |
| ear to denote his race. | |
| He opens the gate to find Thomas standing with his black | |
| horse. No words are exchanged as Thomas enters and begins | |
| to unsaddle the horse. | |
| Charlie turns towards the bonfire and calls out. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| Curly? Get here. | |
| From the billowing smoke another Diccicoi man (CURLY) | |
| appears. His head is totally bald and he wears a dark suit | |
| (and a gold earring). He approaches at a trot and we will | |
| learn that he is, (to use the language of the time), | |
| ‘simple minded’. However, we will also learn that he has a | |
| way with horses like no one else. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| Curly, come and tell this horse he | |
| needs to get on a boat and stand | |
| still. | |
| Curly takes the horse and begins to whisper to it as he | |
| leads it toward the canal, where a coal boat is waiting. | |
| Charlie takes a cigarette from Thomas and smiles. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| I heard there’s been some mumbo | |
| jumbo in the Garrison with a | |
| Chinese girl. What’s afoot Tommy? | |
| Thomas almost smiles too as he lights his cigarette. | |
| THOMAS | |
| It’s a game called ‘turning rust | |
| into gold’. | |
| Charlie moves a little closer. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| So you still have the stomach for | |
| games? | |
| 7. | |
| Thomas shrugs, stares into the flames. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Business as usual. Like we agreed. | |
| Thomas looks up at Charlie without expression and repeats | |
| to confirm... | |
| THOMAS | |
| Like we agreed. | |
| Charlie takes a moment. We sense a secret between them. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| I’m finding sleep hard to come by. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Take less water with your rum. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| Tommy, what if word gets round that | |
| it was you? | |
| THOMAS | |
| There’ll be no word from your lips, | |
| Uncle Charlie. | |
| Over at the canal side, Curly is placing a couple of planks | |
| for the horse to walk on. | |
| THOMAS | |
| And he’s the only other one who | |
| knows. | |
| Charlie half smiles. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| I told him the whole thing was a | |
| dream so that’s what he believes. | |
| Charlie drops his cigarette into the flames... | |
| CHARLIE | |
| (Softly) | |
| Bloody nightmare more like. | |
| THOMAS (FIRMLY) | |
| I’m dealing with it. | |
| A pause. Charlie looks uncertain. Thomas turns and walks. | |
| 8. | |
| Charlie watches him go and we suspect dangerous times are | |
| upon them. | |
| 6 EXT. WATERY LANE - DAY 1 - 18:10 6 | |
| Two lines of two storey terraces form a long street where | |
| children play. Thomas approaches a particular door. We will | |
| learn that this is the Shelby home and headquarters. | |
| Thomas opens the unlocked door and enters. We notice a | |
| horse shoe nailed to the front door for luck as the door is | |
| slammed in our faces... | |
| 7 INT. SHELBY HOME, PARLOUR - CONTINUOUS - DAY 1 - 18:11 7 | |
| Thomas breezes through a hallway and a parlour decorated | |
| with brass and fancy floral crockery. The Shelby home is | |
| compact, a typical terrace, but we might notice a surfeit | |
| of brass and flowery ornamentation around the place. The | |
| Shelbys are cash rich but without conventional good taste. | |
| The home is decorated like a gypsy caravan, or a boatman’s | |
| barge with lots of roses, elephants and castles. | |
| We might glance a photograph of three brothers in military | |
| uniform, smiling (this is Arthur, Tommy, and John - all in | |
| Warwickshire Yeomanry uniform, with a freshly dug trench | |
| behind them). | |
| Thomas tosses his coat aside and passes through a small | |
| kitchen, where a young boy (FINN, 10, Thomas’s youngest | |
| brother) is smoking a cigarette into the flames of a coal | |
| fire. A rabbit roasts on a spit. Finn hides the cigarette | |
| and calls out as Thomas passes... | |
| FINN | |
| Arthur’s mad as hell. | |
| THOMAS | |
| What does a ten year old know about | |
| hell? | |
| FINN | |
| I’m eleven Sunday. | |
| Thomas keeps walking and passes into a pantry which has | |
| been opened out to form a small back room. Instead of a | |
| back wall, there is a black curtain. Thomas passes through | |
| the curtain... | |
| 8 INT. BETTING SHOP - CONTINUOUS - DAY 1 - 18:12 8 | |
| 9. | |
| ...To our surprise the pantry gives out onto a secret | |
| world. | |
| We find two hole terraced houses have been knocked through | |
| to form a single open plan space with the windows boarded. | |
| It is a fully functioning (illegal) betting shop and it is | |
| buzzing with activity. | |
| The large room is dominated by a huge blackboard on which | |
| bets and odds are being chalked by two RUNNERS in shirt | |
| sleeves. They stand on stepladders to reach the top of the | |
| board. The room swirls with cigarette and cigar smoke and | |
| there are half a dozen men queuing silently at a desk to | |
| lay bets. A heavy looking man (a gang enforcer known as | |
| SCUD-BOAT) is taking the bets in the form of coins wrapped | |
| in scraps of paper. | |
| Scud-boat unwraps the pieces of paper and drops coins into | |
| a hat as he unrolls the next bet. Thomas pauses and peers | |
| up at the blackboard. We see twenty bets, all for Monaghan | |
| Boy. | |
| The sight doesn’t please or displease him. | |
| One of the men at the blackboard is young and pretty and | |
| immaculately groomed. This is JOHN Shelby (Thomas’s 24 year | |
| old brother). When he sees Thomas, he looks up from his | |
| ledger and hisses with delight... | |
| JOHN | |
| Tommy, will you just look at the | |
| board. Will you just look. | |
| At that moment, at the far end of the room, a door opens | |
| from a small office, partitioned by glass and curtains. A | |
| man in his late thirties puts his head around the door. We | |
| will learn that this is ARTHUR. He calls out angrily. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Tommy! Get in here! | |
| Arthur slams the door. John smiles as Thomas sets off | |
| towards the partitioned office (we sense Thomas is in | |
| trouble he can handle). Through reflections in the glass of | |
| the partitioned office, we see Arthur’s angry, anxious | |
| face, waiting. | |
| 9 INT. BETTING SHOP, ARTHUR’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS - DAY 1 - 9 | |
| 18:13 | |
| The office has a photograph of the King dominating the | |
| wall. | |
| 10. | |
| Beneath it sits the King of the Shelby gang, Arthur Shelby. | |
| Arthur is three years older than Thomas, his hair slicked | |
| and oiled, his jet black moustache dropping around his | |
| thick lips. He wears gold chains and smokes a thick cigar, | |
| the smoke almost hiding him. On the desk where he sits, | |
| there is a half full bottle of rum and a mountain of coins, | |
| pennies, shillings, farthings. He is counting them slowly | |
| into a top hat as Thomas enters. | |
| Thomas closes the door. Arthur deliberately takes a while | |
| to finish his count before looking up. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You was seen doing the powder trick | |
| down at Garrison court. | |
| Thomas leans back against the door. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Times are hard. People need a | |
| reason to lay a bet. | |
| (As the conversation continues, we should sense that Arthur | |
| feels his authority is threatened by Thomas. Arthur is | |
| angry and blustery. Thomas is cool, hardly moving from the | |
| door). | |
| ARTHUR | |
| There was a Chinese. | |
| THOMAS | |
| The washer women say she’s a witch. | |
| It helps them believe. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| We don’t mess with Chinese. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Look at the board... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (Snapping back) | |
| Chinese have cutters of their own. | |
| THOMAS | |
| We agreed. I’m taking charge of | |
| drumming up new money. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| When did we agree that? | |
| 11. | |
| Thomas simply glances at the bottle of rum on Arthur’s | |
| desk. | |
| Arthur retreats a little. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What if Monaghan Boy wins? | |
| Thomas stares hard at Arthur to suggest it’s all under | |
| control. Arthur gets to his feet, his big fists on the | |
| desk. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You fixing races now Tommy? | |
| Thomas angles his head. His eyes are hidden in shade. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You have permission from Billy | |
| Kimber to be fixing races? | |
| Thomas doesn’t reply, his face hardening. Arthur comes | |
| around the desk and comes close... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What’s got into you Tommy? You | |
| think we can take on the Chinese | |
| and Billy Kimber. Billy has an | |
| army... | |
| Thomas interrupts firmly... | |
| THOMAS | |
| I think, Arthur. That’s what I do. | |
| I think. | |
| They stare at each other and once again Thomas glances at | |
| the rum bottle. | |
| THOMAS | |
| So that you don’t have to. | |
| Thomas turns and heads for the door. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Tommy! | |
| Thomas leaves and Arthur hurries after him... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Tommy, there’s some news from | |
| Belfast... | |
| 12. | |
| 10 INT. BETTING SHOP - CONTINUOUS - DAY 1 - 18:15 10 | |
| Thomas is already walking away through the smoke. Arthur | |
| comes to the door and calls out... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Tommy! I’m calling a family council | |
| tonight at eight o’clock. This time | |
| you be there Tommy! | |
| John turns. Thomas walks on. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You hear me?! There’s trouble | |
| coming. | |
| Thomas disappears through the velvet curtain. Arthur | |
| seethes as he stares out. John studies him reacting to | |
| Thomas’s defiance (which comes as no shock to John). Arthur | |
| goes back into the office and slams the door. | |
| Through the glass partition we see his silhouette as he | |
| takes a swig of rum. | |
| 11 EXT. CANAL - DAY 1 - 18:25 11 | |
| On the oil-slicked surface of the canal a beer bottle | |
| floats, neck up. We watch it float past the open doors of a | |
| forging and pressing factory, which has its main entrance | |
| and delivery bay facing the canal. Through the open door we | |
| briefly glimpse the hell inside the factory. A white hot | |
| furnace is smelting metal and a five hundred pound steam | |
| hammer slams from the roof onto burning steel, setting off | |
| a huge explosion of sparks. | |
| Bare chested men are silhouettes against the burning white | |
| heat and some of them swig beer from iron buckets. | |
| The beer bottle floats on past the doorway and the pounding | |
| of the hammer is now just a sound. We follow the bottle for | |
| a few more moments and see Finn standing on the bank, | |
| staring at the bottle as it passes. He has something in his | |
| hands. | |
| Then a bullet splashes in the water beside the bottle. Then | |
| another. | |
| We come around to see Finn holding a Webley revolver and | |
| aiming it with both hands at the passing bottle. He cocks | |
| the trigger with both thumbs with some difficulty and fires | |
| again. This time, the bottle smashes. Then we hear an | |
| anxious voice. | |
| 13. | |
| VOICE | |
| Finn? | |
| Finn turns and sees a woman in her mid-twenties, pretty and | |
| prettily dressed in sleek Twenties (Faux Flapper) style, | |
| standing on the tow path, her expensive white shoes oozing | |
| in the mud. She wears a white hat at a jaunty angle and she | |
| has a jazz-age figure. Finn smiles at her. | |
| FINN | |
| Hello Ada. | |
| The woman is ADA Shelby, Thomas’s younger sister. She will | |
| almost always be dressed to kill. Her fancy clothes will | |
| often contrast the mud and grime of her surroundings. | |
| When Finn turns, he turns with the gun, so that it is | |
| unintentionally aimed at Ada. Ada stares down the barrel of | |
| the gun but she is brave and smiles. | |
| ADA | |
| Finn, my pigeon, do you want to put | |
| the gun down? | |
| FINN | |
| It’s John’s. I found it on the | |
| sideboard. | |
| ADA | |
| Put it down on the ground very, | |
| very softly because the trigger is | |
| cocked. | |
| Finn begins to slowly put the gun down. Then, a sudden bang | |
| from the foundry makes him jump and the gun slips from his | |
| hand and the gun goes off. Ada does a little dance of shock | |
| but the bullet flies wide. Ada then leaps forward and grabs | |
| the gun. She unloads it like a professional and puts the | |
| gun into her handbag. | |
| ADA | |
| John is a dead man. Aunt Polly will | |
| rip his balls off. | |
| Ada grabs Finn’s hand and marches off down the tow-path. | |
| 12 INT. 1ST CLASS TRAIN CARRIAGE - TRAVELLING - DAY 1 - 18:30 12 | |
| The carriage is spacious and the blinds are half drawn. | |
| Only one man sits inside the six seat carriage. He is a | |
| barrel-chested man with a bushy moustache and a wing | |
| collar. He wears a heavy, dark suit. | |
| 14. | |
| This is CHIEF INSPECTOR CAMPBELL. | |
| He has round-rimmed spectacles on the tip of his nose as he | |
| pulls a cardboard folder from a leather case. The desk in | |
| the compartment is already covered in paperwork, all laid | |
| out neatly in sections. | |
| There is a large blue print map of ‘The BSA Factory (Small | |
| Heath)’ with intricate detail of workshops and offices. The | |
| map has been pushed to the top of the table. | |
| Campbell is taking a bound folder from a leather case. The | |
| cover of the new folder is labelled in red. ‘SPECIAL | |
| BRANCH’. | |
| Beneath it is written in black ‘Top Secret. BSA robbery. | |
| Prime suspects’. | |
| He opens the folder. On the first page we see a small mug | |
| shot photograph of Arthur Shelby. His name is beneath the | |
| photograph and among the text we might glimpse the words | |
| ‘Gangster. Racketeer. Illegal bookmaker’ in bold type. | |
| Beneath it reads ‘GANG-NAME....PEAKY BLINDERS’. | |
| He turns the page and we see a photograph of Thomas Shelby. | |
| It is a head and shoulders shot but we see he is wearing | |
| military uniform. Campbell scans the page, his pen hovering | |
| over the text. | |
| We come close to the text so that only two or three words | |
| at a time are legible. We read the words ’King’s medal for | |
| gallantry’ in bold. Below it we read the words | |
| ‘racketeering, protection, armed robbery’. | |
| Beneath it in bold type, ‘GANG NAME...PEAKY BLINDERS’. | |
| At that moment the carriage door slides open and the ticket | |
| inspector enters. | |
| Campbell closes his file calmly then shows his identity | |
| badge. We glimpse the shield of the Special Branch. When he | |
| speaks we will hear a Protestant Belfast accent. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Government business. | |
| 15. | |
| The inspector gives him a sideways bow of the head in | |
| deference. The inspector leaves. Campbell opens his file | |
| again and turns a page to find a page devoted to ‘FREDDIE | |
| THORNE’. We see a mug shot photograph of a handsome man in | |
| his early thirties who is also wearing military uniform. | |
| Beneath his name in bold type we read... ’BSA Union | |
| Convenor. | |
| Communist agitator. Bolshevik’. | |
| Campbell turns the page back to look once again at the face | |
| of Thomas Shelby and Freddie Thorne. He holds both pages in | |
| view at once. | |
| It’s as if Campbell is trying to decide which of the two | |
| handsome uniformed men he will fall upon first. Then he | |
| closes the book, settles back and closes his eyes. | |
| 13 EXT. GARRISON PUB, GARRISON LANE - DAY 1 - 18:45 13 | |
| We see Thomas approaching the pub and entering. | |
| 14 INT. GARRISON PUB - CONTINUOUS - DAY 1 - 18:45 14 | |
| The pub is an ornate Cathedral built to combat the gloom of | |
| poverty. | |
| Every brass is polished to a blinding shine. All the | |
| mirrors are gilded. Where outside there is dereliction, | |
| inside the pub there is an excess of colour and decoration. | |
| There is a table by the window occupied by a group of men | |
| whose faces we don’t see. Others stand at the bar, smoking | |
| and drinking bitter or mild. Scud-boat is collecting bets | |
| from punters at tables. Then Thomas enters. | |
| Everyone in the pub freezes a little but they all try hard | |
| to carry on as normal. We join Thomas as he comes to the | |
| bar and removes his cap. A barman is about to hurry to | |
| serve Thomas but he is outrun by the LANDLORD of the | |
| Garrison whose name is HARRY FENTON. Harry is scarred above | |
| the eye. He is instantly deferential and produces a bottle | |
| of stout which he opens quickly and puts in front of | |
| Thomas. | |
| HARRY | |
| On the house, Mr Shelby. | |
| 16. | |
| Thomas barely looks up from his cigarette pack as he puts | |
| some coins on the bar anyway. As Thomas lights his | |
| cigarette, we notice through his smoke that the men at the | |
| window table are looking over. One of the men is on his | |
| feet, draining his pint with purpose. As he approaches the | |
| bar, we recognize him as FREDDIE THORNE from the photo in | |
| Campbell’s file. | |
| Freddie comes to stand beside Thomas and appears to lack | |
| the fear of almost everyone else. | |
| FREDDIE (TO HARRY) | |
| I’ll take a Mild. | |
| Thomas hardly looks at Freddie but we feel a tension | |
| between the men as they stand side-by-side. (Perhaps their | |
| handsome silhouettes compete for our focus as they both | |
| stare straight ahead). When Harry gives Freddie his pint, | |
| Freddie pays with the money Thomas put down on the bar. It | |
| is a deliberate gesture. Harry looks horrified. Thomas | |
| draws on his cigarette and shrugs acceptance. Freddie half | |
| smiles. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Cheers Thomas. Good health to you. | |
| Freddie sips his beer but doesn’t leave. Thomas knows there | |
| is an agenda. Finally, Freddie speaks softly. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Is it not enough everybody’s scared | |
| to death of you these days Tommy? | |
| You have to make fools of them as | |
| well. | |
| Thomas takes a weary breath (as if he expects this from | |
| Freddie). | |
| FREDDIE | |
| People who believe in witches | |
| spending money they don’t have on a | |
| horse that can’t win. | |
| Most in the pub have turned their backs, fearing Thomas. | |
| Freddie persists in a soft voice. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| You have fun playing with their | |
| ignorance... | |
| Thomas glances back at Freddie’s friends near to the door. | |
| 17. | |
| THOMAS | |
| When the revolution comes you can | |
| make me Minister of Information. | |
| Freddie has picked up Thomas’s hat and is examining the | |
| peak. | |
| For the first time, we see its secret. | |
| There are three razor blades sewn into the peak, hardly | |
| visible but proud enough of the peak to be lethal. | |
| Freddie makes a point of peering at the razor blades before | |
| tossing the cap down onto the bar. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| The crown of a Prince. | |
| Freddie turns to Thomas. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Soon to be King I’d bet. | |
| Thomas almost rises to the bait. | |
| THOMAS | |
| You don’t bet. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| No, but these past few days I’ve | |
| been speculating. | |
| Thomas orders another bottle with a gesture and Harry | |
| quickly opens it. In the silence Thomas senses significant | |
| business. | |
| THOMAS | |
| About what? | |
| Freddie gestures back at his comrades who are all averting | |
| their eyes. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| One of my Union comrades has a | |
| sister who works in the telegraph | |
| office at the BSA factory. | |
| Thomas swigs his beer. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| 18. | |
| She says in the past week there’s | |
| been messages coming from London to | |
| the brass. From Winston Churchill | |
| himself. | |
| Thomas doesn’t react but we sense he knows more than he is | |
| showing... | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Something about a robbery. | |
| Thomas doesn’t react. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| ‘A robbery of ‘national | |
| significance’ it said. Underlined. | |
| Twice. | |
| Freddie waits for the words to land but Thomas is poker | |
| faced. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| They’re keeping it out of the | |
| papers but our girl is snooping. | |
| Still Thomas doesn’t react. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| And she found something that’ll | |
| make you laugh. | |
| A pause. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| She found a list of names left on | |
| the telegraph machine. And on the | |
| list was your name and my name | |
| together. | |
| Thomas appears to be unmoved but Freddie knows him well and | |
| knows he’s on to something. | |
| FREDDIE ) | |
| Now what kind of list would have | |
| the name of a Communist and the | |
| name of a bookmaker side-by-side? | |
| At last Thomas engages. He half smiles. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Perhaps it’s a list of men who give | |
| false hope to the poor. | |
| 19. | |
| Thomas turns to him and confronts. | |
| THOMAS | |
| The only difference between me and | |
| you Freddie is that sometimes my | |
| horses stand a chance of winning. | |
| Thomas glances back with disgust at Freddie’s ‘comrades’. | |
| Freddie stares at Thomas. We might sense that these two men | |
| knew each other well once but now Freddie is appalled by | |
| what his friend has become. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| (Quickly) | |
| You know, there are days when I | |
| hear about the cuttings and | |
| beatings that I wish I’d let you | |
| take that bullet in France. | |
| Thomas is privately amused and retorts instantly... | |
| THOMAS | |
| There are nights I wish you had. | |
| A pause. Perhaps Freddie understands how those nights feel. | |
| Finally... | |
| FREDDIE | |
| (To business) | |
| So you don’t know anything about a | |
| robbery that would trouble Mr | |
| Churchill? | |
| Thomas swigs his beer. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Freddie, I prefer to drink alone. | |
| Freddie studies him but before he can speak a figure walks | |
| past the frosted glass behind them. First Thomas, then | |
| Freddie, turn and they both recognize the man at the same | |
| time. | |
| THOMAS/FREDDIE | |
| Ah shit. | |
| Harry has seen the figure approaching the door too and he | |
| reacts with alarm. | |
| HARRY | |
| Ah, not again. | |
| 20. | |
| He dashes behind the bar... | |
| HARRY | |
| Take cover! It’s Danny Whizz Bang! | |
| Everyone reacts. Suddenly the pub door flies open and DANNY | |
| WHIZZ-BANG enters. Danny is a barrel of a man, short but | |
| wide and round and full of muscle. His face is crimson with | |
| rage and he immediately grabs a chair and hurls it across | |
| the pub. | |
| As everyone scatters, he becomes a one-man whirlwind and | |
| begins to smash glasses and knock over chairs. | |
| Thomas and Freddie swap a half amused glance before | |
| silently resolving to act. They put down their drinks in | |
| unison. They approach Danny from either side, and in | |
| restraining the madman, we see that they are used to | |
| working together in violent situations. | |
| Freddie takes Danny’s attention as Thomas grabs him from | |
| behind. Freddie dives forward and grabs Danny’s legs, | |
| upending him. Danny kicks and flails but Thomas falls on | |
| him face down. Now Thomas is lying on top of Danny, their | |
| faces close. Thomas hisses in Danny’s ear. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Danny, you’re home. You’re home. | |
| We’re all home in England. | |
| Both Freddie and Thomas see the comedy of all this. Danny | |
| growls out a furious mantra... | |
| DANNY | |
| Had to go bang, had to go bang, had | |
| to go bang. | |
| THOMAS | |
| You’re not an artillery shell, | |
| Danny, you’re a man. | |
| Danny roars and struggles some more. | |
| THOMAS | |
| You’re not a whizz bang. You’re a | |
| human being. Now get yourself | |
| together for Christ’s sake. | |
| After a moment Danny takes a huge breath and then takes | |
| this on board. He begins to breath more easily. He looks up | |
| at Thomas’s face just an inch from his own. | |
| DANNY | |
| 21. | |
| Ah hell. Did I do it again? | |
| Thomas kneels up and dusts himself off. He looks up at | |
| Freddie and the two men share a weary half smile. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Yeah you did it again Danny. Got to | |
| stop doing this, man. | |
| Thomas gets to his feet. Freddie holds out a hand and helps | |
| Danny up and puts his cap firmly back on his head. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Danny, next time you feel you’re | |
| about to go bang, go down Aston. | |
| The Garrison is a dangerous place | |
| to break the rules. | |
| To illustrate his point, Freddie gestures at Thomas who | |
| turns away to get his drink. Danny is now fully himself. He | |
| looks around at the damage and then recognizes where he is. | |
| DANNY | |
| Ah shit. Am I in the Garrison | |
| Tavern? Oh God. Mr Shelby, I’m | |
| sorry... | |
| Thomas swigs his beer. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Go home to your wife, Danny. Try to | |
| get all that smoke and mud out of | |
| your head. | |
| Danny bows his head. | |
| DANNY | |
| Yes Mr Shelby. I’m sorry Mr Shelby. | |
| Danny turns and quickly hurries out. Freddie rejoins Thomas | |
| at the bar and in silence they share amusement at Danny’s | |
| bizarre behavior. Meanwhile Harry has hurried up to | |
| Thomas.... | |
| HARRY | |
| Mr Shelby, you have to do something | |
| about him. | |
| Freddie interrupts. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| 22. | |
| Damn right Harry. You pay the Peaky | |
| Blinders a lot of money for | |
| protection. | |
| Thomas grits his teeth. Freddie needles him some more. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| You’re the law around here now | |
| Tommy, aren’t you? | |
| Freddie grabs his beer. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Why don’t you put a bullet in Danny | |
| Whizz Bang’s head. Like they do | |
| with mad horses. | |
| Thomas turns sharply and glares at Freddie. Freddie | |
| considers his old friend then raises his hands in mock | |
| surrender. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Maybe you’ll have to put a bullet | |
| in my head someday too. | |
| Thomas and Freddie stare at each other. Thomas doesn’t | |
| smile. He grabs his cap and angles it on his head before | |
| heading for the door. He picks up a knocked over chair as | |
| he goes and calls out so all the customers can hear... | |
| THOMAS | |
| Bring the bill to the Peaky | |
| Blinders. We’ll take care of it. | |
| Freddie watches him go and turns back to his beer. Now that | |
| he is alone he stares down into it with deep regret in his | |
| eyes. | |
| 15 EXT. SLUM STREET - DAY 1 - 19:55 15 | |
| John Shelby is walking down the alley. | |
| Then suddenly, shockingly, a gun is pointed at his head. We | |
| * see the lady holding the gun - this is AUNT POLLY, the * | |
| matriach of the Shelby family, someone who all of the | |
| brothers respect. She has a fierce expression and speaks * | |
| with venom to John. | |
| JOHN | |
| What the bloody hell did you do | |
| that for? | |
| 23. | |
| John scurries backwards but Polly whacks him around the ear | |
| with her hand. | |
| JOHN | |
| Aunt Polly.... | |
| POLLY | |
| Don’t you Aunt Polly me. Look at | |
| this gun. | |
| Polly holds the Webley revolver up for John to look at. | |
| POLLY | |
| You recognize it? | |
| John slowly does recognize it. | |
| POLLY | |
| This afternoon Finn was playing | |
| with it by the cut. It was loaded. | |
| He nearly shot Ada’s tits off. | |
| John is horrified and slowly gets to his feet. He reaches | |
| out for the gun but Polly pulls it away. | |
| POLLY | |
| He found it on the sideboard in the | |
| betting shop. | |
| JOHN | |
| It must have dropped out of my | |
| pocket... | |
| POLLY | |
| When you were drunk. | |
| JOHN | |
| Aunt Pol. I’m sorry. | |
| Polly peers at him and softens a little. | |
| POLLY | |
| John, I know bringing up kids | |
| without a woman is hard. I’ll keep | |
| this among the women if you swear | |
| not to leave guns laying around. | |
| John takes a moment and nods agreement. | |
| 16 INT. SHELBY HOME - DAY 1 - 20:03 16 | |
| 24. | |
| Finn is eavesdropping at a closed door. We hear the rumble | |
| of Arthur’s voice from the other side. Finn is smoking a | |
| cigarette and listening intently. We pass through the door | |
| to join the family council... | |
| 17 INT. BETTING SHOP - DAY 1 - 20:03 17 | |
| The family are gathered and Arthur is addressing them. In | |
| the room we find John, Ada, Aunt Polly, Scud-boat (a | |
| cousin), a weasel-like runner called FRED FARR (an uncle), | |
| two twins in their twenties with hard, dark faces (NIPPER | |
| AND HENRY) and a Gypsy cousin in his fifties called JOHNNY | |
| LOVELOCK. Johnny wears a bowler hat and is accompanied by | |
| his three sons, aged eleven to twenty, all dark with golden | |
| earrings. Thomas stands near to the crackling fire. | |
| Everyone is drinking beer. The air is thick with smoke. | |
| Arthur is speaking and also taking swigs from a silver | |
| flask. | |
| We might see that he is already drunk but as an habitual | |
| drunk he holds it well. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I called this meeting because I got | |
| some news. From Ireland. | |
| Thomas watches Arthur like a hawk, waiting for him to | |
| stumble... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Nipper and Henry got back from | |
| Belfast last night. They were | |
| buying a stallion to cover their | |
| mares. | |
| Arthur gestures at Nipper and Henry and they confirm with a | |
| nod. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| They were in a pub in the Shankhill | |
| Road yesterday and there was a | |
| copper handing out these. | |
| Arthur produces a printed flyer, the size of an A5 sheet. | |
| It is an offer of employment (we should use a copy of the | |
| actual flyer which was produced at the time). Arthur hands | |
| the sheet forward for first John, then Ada and the others | |
| to look at. | |
| John reads the top line of the flyer aloud... | |
| 25. | |
| JOHN | |
| ‘If you’re over five feet and can | |
| fight, come to Birmingham’. | |
| There are puzzled looks as the flyer is passed on. Arthur | |
| summarizes... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| They’re recruiting Protestant | |
| Irishmen to come over here as | |
| Specials. | |
| ADA | |
| To do what? | |
| The flyer has arrived at Thomas who speaks up before Arthur | |
| can speak. | |
| THOMAS | |
| To clean up the city. | |
| Arthur is surprised by Thomas’s knowledge. Thomas looks | |
| over to Arthur then steps away from the fire and begins to | |
| address the meeting. | |
| THOMAS | |
| He’s a Chief Inspector. The last | |
| four years he’s been clearing the | |
| IRA out of Belfast... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How do you know so bloody much? | |
| THOMAS | |
| Because I asked the coppers on our | |
| payroll. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Why didn’t you tell me? | |
| THOMAS | |
| I’m telling you. | |
| The meeting looks flustered but Polly has fixed Thomas with | |
| a stare. She has suspicions about Thomas which will grow. | |
| POLLY | |
| So why are they sending him to | |
| Birmingham? | |
| 26. | |
| There is silence. Arthur is about to speak but instead | |
| takes a swig. He evidently has no idea. Thomas steps to the | |
| head of the meeting (we should be free to feel that | |
| Thomas’s usurping of Arthur is unsubtle and done without | |
| grace). | |
| THOMAS | |
| There have been a lot of strikes at | |
| the Austen works and the BSA | |
| factory lately. Papers are talking | |
| about sedition. Revolution. I | |
| reckon it’s Communists he’s after. | |
| Thomas and Polly stare at each other. We might see even now | |
| that these two are the real power in the family. Polly | |
| senses deceit in Thomas with a sixth sense... | |
| POLLY | |
| So this copper will leave us alone, | |
| right? | |
| THOMAS | |
| 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. | |
| John is on his feet. | |
| JOHN | |
| Yeah but we ain’t IRA. We bloody | |
| fought for the King. | |
| John looks around... | |
| JOHN | |
| Anyway, we’re Peaky Blinders. We’re | |
| not scared of coppers. | |
| JOHN | |
| If they come for us, we’ll cut them | |
| a smile each. | |
| There are some sniggers from the young men. The older heads | |
| are solemn. Thomas still has the flyer in his hand. He | |
| calmly screws it up into a ball. | |
| THOMAS | |
| We’re just all going to have to be | |
| more careful. That’s all. | |
| He steps to the fire and throws the flyer into the flames. | |
| 27. | |
| He turns back to Arthur and pointedly hands the authority | |
| back to him (now that the business is done)... | |
| THOMAS | |
| So Arthur, is that it? | |
| Arthur is a little fuzzy and nods. Polly now has deep | |
| suspicions that Thomas knows more than he is saying. She | |
| gets to her feet... | |
| POLLY | |
| This family does everything open. | |
| You have nothing more to say to | |
| this meeting, Tommy? | |
| Silence. Thomas feels her suspicion and meets her stare. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Nothing that’s women’s business. | |
| Polly stares back with cool certainty... | |
| POLLY | |
| This whole bloody enterprise was | |
| ‘women’s business’ while you boys | |
| were away at war. What’s changed? | |
| Thomas is equally cool as he gestures around... | |
| THOMAS | |
| We came back. | |
| Thomas heads for the door and Arthur finally follows. Polly | |
| reacts with a growl. Then we move close on the burning | |
| flyer in the fireplace. In the flames we see a signature on | |
| the bottom of the page, along with the name in print. | |
| The flyer is signed by ‘Chief Inspector Chester Campbell’. | |
| 18 EXT. SNOW HILL TRAIN STATION - NIGHT 1 - 20:20 18 | |
| A huge steam train has pulled up at the buffers and clouds | |
| of steam swirl across the platform. Through the white | |
| clouds we see a figure emerging like an angel (or a devil). | |
| As the cloud clears we see it is Chief Inspector Campbell. | |
| He has thrown a shiny black cape over his dark suit. He has | |
| a bowler hat on his head. His shoes are polished to a | |
| shine. | |
| He carries a cane. | |
| 28. | |
| Campbell marches towards us and past, steam swirling around | |
| him. | |
| 19 EXT. GARRISON LANE - NIGHT 1 - 20:30 19 | |
| The street is lively in the dark. Children still play out | |
| and the men are mostly drunk. Buskers play and beggars beg. | |
| As we join the scene, we are close on Jimmy Jesus, who is | |
| standing on a box, preaching in his Birmingham/Jamaican | |
| accent... | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| And the Lord will smite the unholy | |
| when the great judgement comes. And | |
| judgement is coming my friends. | |
| Judgement is coming to this wicked | |
| City... | |
| Campbell’s carriage shoots through shot and we join | |
| Campbell inside. We see him staring out at the street. His | |
| face is impassive, the half lit street scene is reflected | |
| on the cab window. He sees drunks staggering from pub-to- | |
| pub and notices four young prostitutes standing on a street | |
| corner. | |
| Gangs of children smoke pipes and play barefoot. A horse is | |
| being beaten into submission as it shies against the weight | |
| of its dray. We pass the Chain pub and then approach the | |
| twinkling lights of the Garrison, where young men with caps | |
| pulled down over their eyes drink on the pavement, some | |
| swigging from iron buckets. | |
| As the Garrison approaches, a rock hits Campbell’s window | |
| and the reflection is shattered. Campbell doesn’t even | |
| flinch. | |
| Another rock hits the carriage, then another. The driver | |
| shouts down... | |
| DRIVER | |
| That’s it, I don’t go any further. | |
| Campbell blinks impassively. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Take me to the Police Station. | |
| The driver hurriedly turns his horse around and the cab | |
| hurries away... | |
| 29. | |
| As the cab clears shot, we find Ada Shelby, walking fast | |
| down Garrison Lane, dressed in white with her hat angled on | |
| her head. We follow her. She hurries past Jimmy Jesus as he | |
| preaches some more... | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| Your wickedness and your | |
| fornications will be revealed... | |
| Ada hurries past him and disappears into the shadows. | |
| 20 EXT. CANAL TOW PATH, BRIDGE - NIGHT 1 - 20:40 20 | |
| In the gas lit half-darkness we find Ada reaching some | |
| steps and trotting down them. The steps lead into more | |
| darkness and we might begin to wonder where the hell she is | |
| going. | |
| Moonlight shimmers on the canal, and the noise of Garrison | |
| Lane is distant. Ada arrives at a canal bridge and lights a | |
| cigarette. She looks all around. A moment later a figure | |
| emerges from the shadows. | |
| In Ada’s match light we see the man is Freddie Thorne. Ada | |
| smiles and goes to him. Freddie puts his arms around her | |
| and kisses her on the forehead. She offers him her | |
| cigarette and he takes a drag. | |
| ADA | |
| I got tickets for the Penny Crush. | |
| They’re showing a Tom Mix picture. | |
| Freddie smiles wearily as he smokes Ada’s cigarette. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| I’m not in the mood for the | |
| pictures tonight Ada. | |
| She takes the cigarette. She thinks she knows what Freddie | |
| is in the mood for. | |
| ADA | |
| I’m not doing it here again. I got | |
| covered in mud last time. | |
| Freddie smiles again, takes her arm. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Let’s just walk a bit. | |
| 30. | |
| Ada is reluctant, staying put. In the distance there is | |
| blinding light from a foundry and there are flashes of | |
| light on the horizon from other factories. | |
| ADA | |
| If we go down as far as Greet we | |
| could go to a pub. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Your brothers have friends in | |
| Greet. They have friends | |
| everywhere. We’d have to walk to | |
| London... | |
| Ada pulls her arm free. | |
| ADA | |
| I’m with you because you’re the | |
| only man around here not scared of | |
| them. | |
| Freddie leans against the bridge. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Oh I’m scared of them alright. | |
| She turns her back and speaks as if it’s a line from a | |
| romantic novel. | |
| ADA | |
| But you love me more than you fear | |
| them, right? | |
| He turns her around and pulls her close. | |
| ADA | |
| I don’t want to be always sneaking | |
| about. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Soon, we’ll tell them. | |
| ADA | |
| When? | |
| Freddie doesn’t answer. A pause. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| How did the family meeting go? | |
| ADA | |
| Usual. | |
| 31. | |
| She smokes... | |
| ADA | |
| There’s a new copper coming. | |
| Freddie takes the cigarette... | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Yeah I heard. | |
| ADA | |
| And Tommy says he’s after the likes | |
| of you. | |
| She turns to stare at Freddie pointedly. | |
| ADA | |
| So maybe you should burn your books | |
| and stop making speeches. | |
| He smiles. He pulls her close and addresses her lovingly. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Oh my Ada. Only Princess of the | |
| royal family of the Kingdom of | |
| Small Heath. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| I am just a poor communist frog | |
| with a big mouth. Give me a kiss, | |
| Princess Ada. | |
| They kiss each other with deep passion. | |
| 21 INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - DAY 2 - 09:30 21 | |
| Friday 7th February - The church is ornate with bleeding | |
| Christ’s around the altar. Polly is sitting alone at a pew | |
| with her head bowed. The double doors open and Thomas | |
| enters. He doesn’t pause or genuflect, he just walks to | |
| Polly’s aisle. She doesn’t turn until he sits beside her. | |
| THOMAS | |
| I have ten minutes. What do you | |
| want? | |
| Polly reacts to the cursory tone. | |
| POLLY | |
| (Firmly) | |
| An explanation. | |
| 32. | |
| Thomas reacts to Polly in a way he reacts to no one else. | |
| Her admonishments have an effect. | |
| THOMAS | |
| An explanation of what? | |
| POLLY | |
| Of what’s so secret. | |
| A pause... | |
| POLLY | |
| I’ve always been able to tell... | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Interrupts) | |
| Tell what? | |
| POLLY | |
| When you’re hiding something. | |
| A pause. | |
| POLLY | |
| People round here talk. Some of | |
| them work at the BSA. | |
| Thomas reacts to a bull’s eye. He takes a weary breath. | |
| POLLY | |
| I’ve been talking to wives of | |
| factory hands. | |
| POLLY | |
| Detectives have been asking | |
| questions in the proofing shops. | |
| Thomas looks up at the iconography. He doesn’t care for it. | |
| POLLY | |
| Nothing happens at the factory | |
| without you knowing about it. | |
| Thomas turns to Polly and we see he has respect for her. | |
| Still he waits... | |
| POLLY | |
| Speak. God and Aunt Polly are | |
| listening. | |
| 33. | |
| Finally Thomas comes clean in a soft voice... | |
| THOMAS | |
| It was meant to be routine. I had a | |
| buyer in London for some | |
| motorcycles. I asked my men to | |
| steal me four bikes with petrol | |
| engines. I’m guessing my men were | |
| drunk. There’s a still inside the | |
| factory makes tram line gin... They | |
| picked up the wrong fucking | |
| crate... | |
| POLLY | |
| So what was in the crate? | |
| Thomas takes a moment... | |
| THOMAS | |
| The boys delivered it to Charlie’s | |
| yard as agreed. | |
| 22 FLASHBACK - EXT. CHARLIE’S YARD - NIGHT X - 22:00 22 | |
| By gas light and fire light, through drizzle, we see | |
| Charlie, Curly and Thomas using crow bars to prize the | |
| crate open. We move close. Thomas pulls down a box and | |
| forces it open. We see dull metal, a barrel, a roll of | |
| machine gun shells... | |
| THOMAS (OOV) | |
| They must’ve taken it from the | |
| proofing bay instead of the export | |
| bay. | |
| We come close to Thomas’s face as he reacts to the sight of | |
| the contents of the box. Curly steps into the light... | |
| CURLY | |
| Holy sweet baby of Mary. | |
| 23 INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - DAY 2 - 09:31 23 | |
| Thomas stares ahead. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Inside the crate we found twenty | |
| five Lewis machine guns with ten | |
| thousand rounds of ammunition. | |
| Fifty semi automatic rifles, two | |
| hundred pistols with shells... | |
| 34. | |
| Polly crosses herself. | |
| THOMAS | |
| All bound for Libya. Sitting right | |
| there in Charlie Strong’s yard. | |
| Polly is in shock. | |
| POLLY | |
| Jesus Tommy. Tell me you threw them | |
| in the cut. | |
| Thomas doesn’t exactly show uncertainty but there is a | |
| flicker which he smothers. | |
| Polly stares at him with horror, but Thomas keeps staring | |
| straight ahead. | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Matter of fact) | |
| We put them in the stables out of | |
| the rain. The guns hadn’t been | |
| greased yet... | |
| A pause. Polly suddenly punches and hammers Thomas’s arm | |
| and shoulders and Thomas calmly takes the blows for a while | |
| then grabs her arm. She slowly gets control. | |
| POLLY | |
| That’s why they sent the copper | |
| from Belfast. | |
| Thomas looks away. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Maybe. Maybe not. | |
| Polly laughs away the doubt... | |
| POLLY | |
| Thomas Shelby, you are bookmaker, a | |
| robber, a fighting man, but you are | |
| not a fool... | |
| She lowers her voice out of respect for the Christ | |
| statue... | |
| POLLY | |
| You sell those guns to anyone who | |
| has use for them, you will hang. | |
| A pause. | |
| 35. | |
| POLLY | |
| Dump them somewhere the police can | |
| find them. When they know they | |
| haven’t fallen into the wrong hands | |
| perhaps this will blow over. | |
| Thomas nods gently. Polly takes his hand. | |
| POLLY | |
| Tell Charlie to dump them tonight. | |
| Thomas gets to his feet. | |
| THOMAS | |
| He won’t move contraband around | |
| under a full Moon. | |
| Polly is about to speak... | |
| THOMAS | |
| Three days until it wanes. | |
| POLLY | |
| And then you’ll do the right thing. | |
| Thomas nods once and she grabs his arm and stares into his | |
| eyes. | |
| POLLY | |
| You have your mother’s common sense | |
| and your father’s devilment. I see | |
| them fighting. | |
| A pause. | |
| POLLY | |
| Let your mother win. | |
| He turns and walks. His footsteps echo. Polly sits down | |
| again in the pew and crosses herself with a mumbled prayer. | |
| 24 EXT. GARRISON LANE - DAY 2 - 09:40 24 | |
| We see the Garrison Tavern in early morning. Then, from | |
| behind, we see a young woman crossing the street and | |
| approaching the pub. | |
| 25 INT. GARRISON PUB - DAY 2 - 09:41 25 | |
| 36. | |
| The pub still bears the scars of Danny Whizz Bang’s visit | |
| the day before. Harry is moving chairs and tables back when | |
| he sees the silhouette of a woman walking past the window | |
| then standing in the frosted glass of the door. | |
| She knocks and Harry approaches. He opens the door and | |
| finds a beautiful woman, dressed for practical work but | |
| beautiful nonetheless. This is GRACE BURGESS. When Grace | |
| speaks she will have a light Southern Irish accent... | |
| GRACE | |
| I’m here about the job as barmaid. | |
| Harry turns and goes back to work. | |
| HARRY | |
| Are you mad? | |
| GRACE | |
| Am I what? | |
| She steps inside. | |
| HARRY | |
| You know about this place? | |
| Grace hesitates. | |
| GRACE | |
| I saw an advertisement. | |
| He half smiles at her nervousness. Then speaks flatly. | |
| HARRY | |
| Job’s been filled. | |
| GRACE | |
| But it was in yesterday’s paper. | |
| Harry grabs a broom and busies himself sweeping up | |
| cigarette ends... | |
| HARRY | |
| Believe me love, I’m doing you a | |
| favour. | |
| GRACE | |
| I’m not asking for favours, I’m | |
| asking for employment. | |
| HARRY | |
| You’re too nice. | |
| 37. | |
| GRACE | |
| How can you know? | |
| HARRY | |
| And too pretty. They’d have you up | |
| against a wall... | |
| GRACE | |
| I have experience. | |
| Harry leans on his broom and peers at her. She reaches into | |
| her bag for a sheet of paper... | |
| GRACE | |
| I have references... | |
| Harry takes the sheet of paper. | |
| HARRY | |
| Which part of Ireland are you from? | |
| GRACE | |
| Galway. I worked in Dublin. | |
| Harry glances at the crucifix around her neck. | |
| HARRY | |
| My mother was from Galway. | |
| Grace smiles. He looks at her smile then nods and goes back | |
| to his work... | |
| HARRY | |
| Too pretty. | |
| He continues to sweep. Grace makes a decision. | |
| GRACE | |
| Watch... | |
| Grace grabs a spittoon from the base of the bar.... | |
| GRACE | |
| And listen... | |
| Grace begins to sing the pretty Irish ballad ‘I wish I was | |
| in Carrickfergus’ as she scoops up the other two spittoons. | |
| She clutches all three in one hand and swirls them around | |
| as she sings. Her voice is sweet and strong. She pours the | |
| slimy, disgusting contents of one spittoon into the other | |
| then that one into a third (with a slurp). Her song swoops | |
| on... | |
| 38. | |
| GRACE | |
| (Singing) | |
| ...But the sea is wide, and I can’t | |
| cross over... | |
| Her face shows no reaction of horror as she brandishes the | |
| fully charged spittoon then heads for the back of the bar. | |
| Grace swiftly unlatches the bar divide and empties the | |
| spittoon into the sink. She pours water from a jug into the | |
| spittoon and returns to systematically half fill and swill | |
| the other two spittoons. She then pours the dirty water | |
| into one spittoon and takes it back to the sink and pours | |
| it away. | |
| All the time singing... | |
| GRACE | |
| ...with gold and silver, I will | |
| support you... | |
| She places the three spittoons back in place with a | |
| clatter, handles facing outward. She finishes her song with | |
| a flourish to an amazed Harry... | |
| GRACE | |
| ‘...Ah but I’m sick now, and my | |
| days are over. So come all you | |
| young men, and carry me down.’ | |
| Grace bows elegantly then straightens. Harry stares at her. | |
| She smiles and glances at the freshly fixed glass pane. | |
| GRACE | |
| In Ireland my singing made them cry | |
| and stopped them fighting. | |
| Harry takes a breath. He studies her again then looks | |
| around at his battered pub. | |
| HARRY | |
| I hope you know a lot of songs. | |
| 26 INT. POLICE STATION - DAY 2 - 10:00 26 | |
| A large meeting room has been cleared and twenty uniformed | |
| police officers sit in rows of hard backed chairs. Smoke | |
| rises from them. Amongst them is one Sergeant MOSS, who we | |
| will meet again. | |
| 39. | |
| There is a murmur of conversation until Chief Inspector | |
| Campbell walks purposefully onto the small stage at the | |
| front of the meeting room. The room falls silent. | |
| He studies his officers for a few moments, his face devoid | |
| of expression. He allows the silence to continue until it | |
| hurts. The officers begin to shift uneasily in their seats. | |
| Finally he speaks... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Babies. Discarded with the fish | |
| bones and egg shells. | |
| A puzzled pause. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Girls. Eleven years old. Pierced | |
| and punctured by old men for | |
| threepence a time. Rutted upon like | |
| animals. | |
| Silence. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Degradation. Fathers with their | |
| daughters, brothers and sisters | |
| sharing beds. Beggars and thieves | |
| left to run in the streets and | |
| astride the whole stinking pile of | |
| wounds and rotten flesh... | |
| A pause. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Your masters. The men who you touch | |
| your cap to. | |
| He stares down on them like God. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| The Peaky Blinders. The vicious | |
| merciless gangs who blind those who | |
| see and cut out the tongues of | |
| those who talk. | |
| He stares down at the lines of officers... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| 40. | |
| You are worse than them. Those of | |
| you who have been taking their | |
| bribes these years since the war. | |
| Those of you who have looked the | |
| other way, you are worse than them. | |
| A pause before Campbell yells... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| God damn you for soiling your | |
| uniforms!! | |
| There is a terrified silence. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Then there are the Communists. And | |
| the IRA Fenians. Blacker hearts | |
| still. They feed on the puss of all | |
| this corruption like maggots in a | |
| corpse. And like maggots, if they | |
| are left to swell they will | |
| eventually swarm like flies and | |
| spread their rotten philosophy | |
| across the country and across the | |
| world. | |
| His voice echoes to silence. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Those then are our enemies. A three | |
| headed beast. It is my job to | |
| decapitate each one and by God I | |
| will do it. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| I don’t trust any one of you until | |
| you earn my trust and it takes some | |
| earning. | |
| He nods at the door and a uniformed officer opens it. To | |
| Moss and everyone’s astonishment a line of twenty hard | |
| looking men in heavy boots and working clothes march into | |
| the room. They stare straight ahead, most with their | |
| sleeves rolled up ready for work. | |
| Their heavy boots drum on the wooden floor and Campbell | |
| stares down on them with a watchful eye. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| These are the new men who will be | |
| bolstering your ranks. Good men. | |
| From God fearing families. | |
| 41. | |
| The men begin to form a line on the stage behind Campbell | |
| and stare straight ahead. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| They will be sworn in and in | |
| uniform before the sun sets. By | |
| sunrise tomorrow, they will be on | |
| the streets. | |
| A pause. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| God help those who stand in our | |
| way. | |
| 27 INT. PENNY CRUSH CINEMA, FOYER - DAY 3 - 10:45 27 | |
| Saturday 8th February - The queue has already formed and is | |
| growing for a Charlie Chaplin film, snaking out through the | |
| entrance door. | |
| Then we see Arthur Shelby with a woman on each arm, both | |
| dressed for fun. Arthur is leading them, chest puffed out, | |
| straight through toward the cinema auditorium... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You see ladies? When you’re with a | |
| Blinder you don’t have to queue. | |
| As Arthur disappears into the cinema, he doesn’t notice a | |
| double line of four Specials marching at quick-march time | |
| towards the entrance door of the cinema. | |
| 28 INT. PENNY CRUSH CINEMA, AUDITORIUM - DAY 3 - 10:46 28 | |
| Inside the otherwise empty auditorium, we find Arthur with | |
| the two women taking their seats. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Right, I want a blow job off both | |
| of you before they let the ordinary | |
| people in. | |
| The women laugh but right then the double doors of the | |
| cinema burst open and the Specials, including Sergeant MOSS | |
| pour in. | |
| They grab Arthur roughly by the arms... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| 42. | |
| Eh? What the fuck are you | |
| doing?!... | |
| Arthur fights but the Specials quickly and efficiently pin | |
| his arms up his back. The women scatter and the Specials | |
| lead Arthur away... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Oi!! I’m Arthur Shelby!! I am | |
| Arthur fucking Shelby!! | |
| The policemen are brutal and fast. They slam Arthur into | |
| the frame of the door before dragging him into the light... | |
| 29 INT. POLICE STATION, EMPTY ROOM - DAY 3 - 11:30 29 | |
| Arthur is hurled against the wall of a bare room. In the | |
| van he has been given a brutal beating. His face is bloody | |
| and bruised. He is in shock and in agony. Two officers grab | |
| him and sit him down in a hard backed chair. | |
| Arthur almost passes out and rolls onto the floor but one | |
| of the policeman shoves him back in place. Arthur groans | |
| with pain and rage. | |
| Then Chief Inspector Campbell strolls into the room. He has | |
| his cane in his hand and he stops to lean on it as he | |
| stares at Arthur’s bloody face. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Arthur Shelby. | |
| Arthur’s words hang limply... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What de huck... | |
| Campbell whacks Arthur across the face with his cane. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Lead pack dog of the Peaky | |
| Blinders. | |
| Campbell gestures at one of the officers who produces the | |
| cap which Arthur was wearing. Campbell studies the peak, | |
| the razor blades sewn in place. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Your uniform, yes? | |
| Arthur is breathing hard, bleeding from many wounds. | |
| 43. | |
| Campbell roughly shoves the cap onto Arthur’s head and | |
| peers at him. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Terrifying, I’m sure. | |
| He turns to a uniformed officer - Sergeant MOSS. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Did he have a gun? | |
| MOSS | |
| (Local accent) | |
| No gun Sir. Knife in his sock. Cosh | |
| in his belt. | |
| Campbell nods and patrols. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Mr Shelby, I want you to see this | |
| as me introducing myself to you. Do | |
| you understand? | |
| Campbell patrols some more. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| In all the world the only thing | |
| that interests me is the truth. | |
| He stops and studies Arthur. He comes close and stares deep | |
| into his groggy eyes. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| What do you know about the robbery? | |
| Arthur is confused and blinks away blood. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What robbery? | |
| Campbell studies him for a moment then grabs his hand in a | |
| lock and begins to twist his thumb back. Arthur growls in | |
| pain. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| I will ask you again. What do you | |
| know about the robbery? | |
| Arthur is strong and instinctively twists his hand free | |
| with a yell but in the process his thumb breaks at the hand | |
| joint. | |
| He growls in agony and is breathing hard. | |
| 44. | |
| Campbell grabs the tip of the thumb and holds it steady. | |
| Arthur holds his breath then splutters... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I swear to God I don’t know what | |
| you’re talking about. What robbery? | |
| Campbell studies Arthur and we sense a keen intuition. He | |
| delicately lets go of his thumb. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| After thirty five years of dealing | |
| with animals like you, I can tell | |
| just by sniffing the air whether or | |
| not you are lying. | |
| Arthur is cursing his broken thumb... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I’m not fucking lying! | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| (Softly) | |
| I know. | |
| Arthur slowly looks up and gets his breath through pain. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| I see nothing of interest behind | |
| the blood in your eyes. And no | |
| blood in your veins that could | |
| carry even a trace of cunning or | |
| guile. So... | |
| Campbell straightens. He patrols again. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Understand this. It is well within | |
| my power to have you and the rest | |
| of your scum family face down in | |
| the canal before the year is out. | |
| He turns sharply. A long pause. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Alternatively, we can help each | |
| other. | |
| Even through agony, Arthur is taken by surprise. Campbell | |
| smiles. | |
| 45. | |
| 30 INT. GARRISON PUB - DAY 3 - 12:30 30 | |
| It is Saturday lunchtime. The place is heaving with men, | |
| some of them wearing blue scarfs. Beer is flying over the | |
| bar and the talk is loud. A piano plays. Smoke swirls. | |
| Grace is learning the ropes but she is already pulling | |
| pints with aplomb. Harry brushes by... | |
| GRACE | |
| Is it always this busy on a | |
| daytime? | |
| Harry pulls a pint beside her... | |
| HARRY | |
| No. These boys are all on their way | |
| to St. Andrews. | |
| GRACE | |
| To pray? | |
| Harry chuckles. | |
| HARRY | |
| That’ll be the day. St. Andrews is | |
| a football ground. The Blues are | |
| playing. | |
| Harry gestures at a group of four men, drinking beer and | |
| smoking near the door... | |
| HARRY | |
| That’s the forward line and the | |
| goalie believe it or not. | |
| Harry takes his pint to his customer. Grace hears a tap on | |
| one of the small windows to the private snug bar and | |
| hurries to it. | |
| She opens the small, frosted window. She comes face-to-face | |
| with Thomas. Grace and Thomas peer at each other. There is | |
| a crackle of electricity. After a moment... | |
| THOMAS | |
| I need a bottle of Rum. | |
| Grace double takes. Harry has glimpsed who she is serving | |
| and looks anxious. He calls out... | |
| HARRY | |
| Grace? Whatever it is, it’s on the | |
| house. | |
| 46. | |
| Grace is a little thrown. Thomas is putting coins on the | |
| bar... | |
| GRACE | |
| A whole bottle? | |
| Thomas looks up at her, his eyes shaded. She stammers... | |
| GRACE | |
| White rum or dark? | |
| THOMAS | |
| I don’t care. | |
| Grace nods anxiously and turns around to the spirit | |
| cupboard. | |
| Thomas watches her and sees anxiety. She finds a bottle of | |
| dark Rum and puts it onto the bar. | |
| GRACE | |
| Harry said on the house. | |
| Thomas pushes the coins forward then peers at Grace. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Are you a whore? | |
| Grace is astonished. Thomas stares at her. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Because if you’re not, you’re in | |
| the wrong place. | |
| Thomas takes the bottle of rum and leaves. Grace watches | |
| him go. Harry hurries to her and Grace catches her | |
| breath... | |
| GRACE | |
| He’s one of the ones you told me | |
| about. | |
| Harry quickly closes the frosted window and locks it. | |
| HARRY | |
| Grace, you’re a friendly girl but | |
| be careful. If I say ‘on the house’ | |
| say nothing to whoever you’re | |
| serving. If they decide they want | |
| you there’s nothing anybody could | |
| do about it. | |
| Harry swigs a beer. | |
| 47. | |
| HARRY | |
| Lucky for you, since he got back | |
| from France, Tommy doesn’t want | |
| anybody at all. | |
| 31 INT. SHELBY HOME, PARLOUR - DAY 3 - 12:35 31 | |
| Arthur is sitting on a hard-backed chair, groaning in pain. | |
| John and Polly are there and Ada is boiling water on the | |
| open fire. | |
| ADA | |
| John, wipe the blood out of his | |
| eye. | |
| JOHN | |
| Since when did you give orders? | |
| Ada squeezes a cloth.... | |
| ADA | |
| I’m a trained nurse. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Don’t make me laugh, it hurts my | |
| face. | |
| ADA | |
| I bloody am. | |
| JOHN | |
| You went to one first aid class in | |
| the church hall and got thrown out | |
| for giggling. | |
| ADA | |
| Not before learning how to stop | |
| somebody from choking. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I’m not choking. | |
| ADA | |
| You will be when I wrap this cloth | |
| round your neck. | |
| Thomas enters with the bottle of rum. The mood darkens... | |
| 48. | |
| He grabs a cloth and soaks it in the rum. We sense | |
| battlefield training is kicking in as he applies the spirit | |
| to the worst of Arthur’s wounds. Arthur already has his | |
| thumb strapped with tape. Thomas is close to Arthur. Arthur | |
| drinks some more, the sting of the alcohol hurting his | |
| mouth. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He said Mr Churchill sent him to | |
| Birmingham. | |
| Ada brings a bowl of boiling water to the table. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| National interest, he said. He said | |
| there’d been a robbery. | |
| Polly turns sharply to glare at Thomas. Thomas steps back, | |
| not reacting. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He said he wants us to help him. | |
| John is offended... | |
| JOHN | |
| We don’t help coppers. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He knew all about our war records. | |
| He said we’re patriots like him. | |
| Ada has soaked a cloth in hot water and holds it onto | |
| another wound... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He said he wants us to be his eyes | |
| and ears. | |
| Arthur brushes Ada aside and peers at Thomas. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I told him we’d have a family | |
| meeting and a vote. | |
| The two men stare at each other. Thomas says nothing. | |
| Arthur takes another swig... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Why not? We have no truck with | |
| communists. Or Fenians. | |
| Polly and Thomas are silent but Arthur is studying Thomas. | |
| 49. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What the fuck is wrong with you? | |
| Polly, what is wrong with him | |
| lately? | |
| Polly peers at Thomas for a moment. | |
| POLLY | |
| If I knew, I’d buy the cure from | |
| Compton’s Chemists. | |
| Thomas grabs his coat... | |
| THOMAS | |
| Arthur, you’re broken up pretty | |
| bad. | |
| He pulls his coat on, leaves. Arthur growls but his wounds | |
| stop him from leaving his chair. Polly calls out... | |
| POLLY | |
| Tommy! | |
| Thomas has already gone. | |
| 32 EXT. GARRISON LANE - DAY 3 - 12:40 32 | |
| We find Jimmy Jesus walking along the pavement near to the | |
| Garrison, stopping every few paces to pick up cigarette | |
| ends. | |
| He drops each one into a small sack he has slung over his | |
| shoulder. | |
| As he walks, he hears a voice from an alley. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Hey Jimmy. | |
| Jimmy ducks into the alley to join Thomas, who gives him a | |
| cigarette and a light. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Jimmy, what do you see? | |
| Jimmy blows smoke... | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| I see lots of new coppers in shiny | |
| coats. | |
| 50. | |
| THOMAS (SOFTLY) | |
| Who do you see talking to them? | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| The silver back coppers don’t talk | |
| to anybody. They’re looking for | |
| something. | |
| Thomas looks around... | |
| THOMAS | |
| Do they say what? | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| The ranks don’t know. They’ve just | |
| been told to search cellars and out | |
| houses. | |
| Thomas hands Jimmy a ten shilling note. Jimmy studies him. | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| What’s happening Tommy? | |
| Thomas hands Jimmy the pack of cigarettes. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Keep your eyes open and your mouth | |
| shut. | |
| Jimmy suddenly stands erect and salutes Thomas... | |
| JIMMY JESUS | |
| Yes Sir Sergeant Major. | |
| The salute suggests Jimmy is a veteran too. Thomas doesn’t | |
| salute back but instead walks away. | |
| 33 EXT. WATERY LANE - NIGHT 3 - 00:30 33 | |
| We’re outside the Shelby Home on Watery Lane. | |
| 34 INT. SHELBY HOME, THOMAS’ ROOM - NIGHT 3 - 00:30 34 | |
| The bedroom has a bay window overlooking the street | |
| outside. | |
| Gas light flickers from outside through net curtains. The | |
| factories work all through the night and we hear the boom | |
| of the giant steam hammers and see the flashes from the | |
| steel foundries. | |
| 51. | |
| Thomas is in restless sleep in a plain bed, with a water | |
| jug and a bottle of whisky on the bedside table. The thud | |
| of industry makes for a restless mood in the room and | |
| Thomas mumbles under his breath. | |
| Then he wakes with a start, breathing hard. He looks around | |
| the room with incomprehension for a long time before coming | |
| to himself. His hands are shaking and his eyes are wild. | |
| He gets to his feet and hurries to a drawer. He pulls out a | |
| small, white clay pipe and a red velvet bag (similar to the | |
| one the chinese girl used). | |
| From the bag he pours a palm full of brown opium. | |
| He feverishly pours the opium into the pipe then lights a | |
| match. He puts flame to the opium and draws. Then he blows | |
| a cloud of smoke. | |
| He slowly eases into the opium and takes some big breaths | |
| of smoke. He goes to the window and pulls open the curtain | |
| to look out over Montague Street. The terraces are all | |
| sleeping in moonlight. Thomas looks deeply sad as he stares | |
| out over his kingdom through his trailing smoke. | |
| Then footsteps. Thomas sees two policemen, both wearing | |
| shiny capes, walking down the cobbled street carrying long | |
| coshes. The sight of them seems to take Thomas by surprise | |
| and he stares down as they pass under his window. | |
| One of the officers stops and peers up at the window, | |
| apparently knowing who lives at that address. The two | |
| policemen share a joke and one of them drags his finger | |
| across his throat in a warning gesture to Thomas. | |
| Thomas reacts. The challenge seems to spark a reaction. His | |
| face hardens and he speaks softly to the departing | |
| police... | |
| THOMAS | |
| See you in No-Man’s land boys. | |
| 35 EXT. LITTLE ITALY - DAY 4 - 10:00 35 | |
| Sunday 9th February - The neighborhood of Nechells Green | |
| has several streets occupied by Italian immigrants. It has | |
| recently stopped raining, and the street is full of kids | |
| and looks like all the streets, but the shop signs are in | |
| Italian and the language being yelled out by children is | |
| Italian too. | |
| 52. | |
| Sharply dressed Italian men and their families walk down a | |
| stretch of houses and shops. Cigarettes are lit and | |
| greetings are made. Newspapers blow around (with headlines | |
| about strikes and wage cuts). It is a pleasant, colorful | |
| scene... | |
| Then, a man walking fast, wipes shot. | |
| We join him and realize it is Danny Whizz Bang. He is | |
| wearing just a suit jacket over a collarless shirt. We come | |
| close to his face beneath his hat and hear him mumbling... | |
| DANNY | |
| Got to go bang, got to go bang... | |
| He is not looking where he is going and clatters into a | |
| metal table and chairs outside a small ITALIAN CAFE. | |
| Chairs lean against two other tables, still stacked | |
| following the recent rain. The cafe is closed and has its | |
| blinds down. | |
| Danny curses the tables and chairs and untangles his feet. | |
| He stares like a mad man all around. He then picks up a | |
| metal chair and hurls it to the ground. | |
| Almost immediately, a waiter appears from inside the cafe. | |
| WAITER | |
| Hey, what you do? We’re closed. | |
| Danny stares at him with wild eyes. He growls and turns | |
| over another metal table. The waiter is a small guy but | |
| he’s not scared. He pulls a small stiletto from the back of | |
| his belt. | |
| WAITER | |
| Go home crazy man. | |
| Danny stares at the knife. He breaths hard. Then he | |
| suddenly yells... | |
| DANNY WHIZZBANG | |
| Fix bayonets!!! | |
| He hurls himself at the waiter, grabs the knife, twists it | |
| around and plunges it into the waiter’s chest. The waiter | |
| grips Danny’s jacket with a death grip before falling into | |
| the bloody rain. Danny stares, realizes, then walks. | |
| 36 EXT. TRAIN STATION, PLATFORM - DAY 4 - 11:43 36 | |
| 53. | |
| A steam train is waiting at platform five. Passengers are | |
| alighting and boarding. We hear an announcement... | |
| ANNOUNCEMENT | |
| The train at platform five is the | |
| Manchester Piccadilly bound 11.45 | |
| originating from London Euston. | |
| It’s departure will be delayed by | |
| fifteen minutes. | |
| Through the crowd we see Campbell, dressed smartly, a top | |
| hat on his head, hurrying toward the first class carriages. | |
| Then we see Campbell approaching the Pullman car at the | |
| front of the First Class section. Two plain clothes | |
| detectives guard the door of the carriage and they check | |
| Campbell’s papers before allowing him to board. | |
| 37 INT. PULLMAN CARRIAGE, TRAIN STATION - DAY 4 - 11:44 37 | |
| The carriage has been turned into an office, with no lack | |
| of luxury. | |
| Campbell is stopped by a DETECTIVE and briefly searched. He | |
| is then shown through to the main carriage. | |
| There is a well stocked drinks cabinet and a large desk. | |
| There is thick cigar smoke and we see a pudgy man in pin | |
| stripes working at the desk. | |
| This is WINSTON CHURCHILL. | |
| Campbell is introduced by one of the detectives... | |
| DETECTIVE | |
| Secretary of State, this is Chief | |
| Inspector Campbell. | |
| Campbell removes his hat and WINSTON CHURCHILL stands to | |
| shake hands. Like many bullies, Campbell is awed by power. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Mr Churchill, may I say what a | |
| great honour it is to meet you. | |
| Churchill smiles and sits.... | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| Bit of a whistle stop tour. Love | |
| the hat by the way. | |
| 54. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Thank you. It’s beaver. | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| So how are you settling in? | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| I have set up a command network. I | |
| have agents in place across the | |
| city who will act as my eyes and | |
| ears. I have begun to interrogate | |
| suspects vigorously. | |
| Churchill checks some papers (Campbell’s CV)... | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| You were in Belfast. I understand | |
| you broke a few Fenian hearts | |
| there. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| A rat’s nest Sir. | |
| Churchill peers out of the window... | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| So who do you think stole the guns? | |
| Fenians or Communists? | |
| Campbell begins to speak like a preacher, a mantra... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| If it is IRA Fenians I will find | |
| them and find the guns. If it is | |
| Communists I will find them and | |
| find the guns. If it is common | |
| criminals I will find them and find | |
| the guns. To me there are no | |
| distinctions between any of the | |
| above. | |
| Churchill studies Campbell and is almost amused by him. | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| We chose you because you are | |
| effective. | |
| Churchill offers a cigar but Campbell declines... | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| 55. | |
| But remember this, Mr Campbell. | |
| This is England, not Belfast. | |
| Bodies thrown into rivers, wash up | |
| in the papers here. We must keep | |
| the existence of these stolen guns | |
| out of the papers otherwise we will | |
| simply be advertising them for | |
| sale. | |
| Campbell nods acceptance. | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| If there are bodies to be buried, | |
| dig holes and dig them deep. | |
| The platform whistle blows and Churchill closes his file... | |
| CHURCHILL | |
| I want everything accounted for | |
| down to the last bullet. | |
| 38 INT. GARRISON PUB - NIGHT 4 - 20:30 38 | |
| It’s dark outside and the place is packed with drunk and | |
| happy men. | |
| Grace is standing on a make-shift stage near to the pub | |
| piano and she is singing ‘The Boy I Love’, a sweet romantic | |
| ballad with a lilting rhythm. The men in the pub are | |
| singing along or swapping raucous laughter with the handful | |
| of young prostitutes who hang out in pairs among the men. | |
| Grace’s voice is strong and Harry peers at her with | |
| admiration. The song continues for a while and then the pub | |
| door opens. First John and then Thomas enter. All heads | |
| turn away. Men peer into their beer and all the men stop | |
| singing. | |
| But Grace continues to sing. | |
| Thomas stands near to the door, peering up at Grace. The | |
| pianist stops playing. Even then Grace continues to sing. | |
| There is silence apart from the song and Grace’s voice | |
| falters only a little. She is nervous but somehow her | |
| momentum keeps her going. | |
| John waits for Thomas to decide his reaction. Thomas’s eyes | |
| are shaded. He stares without expression and now it’s as if | |
| the song is directed at him. Grace concludes her song... | |
| GRACE | |
| 56. | |
| The boy I love is up in the | |
| gallery.... | |
| We come close on Thomas’s face... | |
| GRACE | |
| As pretty as a robin. As gentle as | |
| a dove. | |
| Then silence. Finally, Harry dares to speak up. | |
| HARRY | |
| We haven’t had singing in here | |
| since the war. | |
| Thomas glares up at Harry. After a moment. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Why do you think that is? | |
| Thomas leads his brother to their own private snug bar and | |
| the door slams behind them. | |
| 39 EXT. FREDDIE THORNE’S GARRET - NIGHT 4 - 20:45 39 | |
| Freddie lives in one room in a tenement. From outside, | |
| through a metal grill window and through skipping children | |
| we hear the sound of sex. | |
| 40 INT. FREDDIE THORNE’S GARRET - NIGHT 4 - 20:47 40 | |
| The room is functional and the walls lined with books, | |
| mostly revolutionary literature. There is a single bed in | |
| which Freddie and Ada are just recovering from sex. Freddie | |
| lights a cigarette and shares it with Ada. We can hear | |
| children playing outside. After a moment... | |
| FREDDIE | |
| So did Arthur say what kind of deal | |
| this new copper offered him? | |
| Ada turns angrily to Freddie. | |
| ADA | |
| The second your balls are empty | |
| it’s back onto politics. | |
| She gets out of bed and begins to dress, the cigarette | |
| smouldering in her mouth. Freddie half smiles... | |
| FREDDIE | |
| 57. | |
| What did Tommy say? | |
| Ada grabs a black mourning dress from the back of a chair. | |
| She begins to dress with anger which Freddie knows will | |
| pass... | |
| ADA | |
| He didn’t say anything. You know | |
| what he’s like. | |
| A pause. Freddie thinks fondly... | |
| FREDDIE | |
| Yeah, I know what he’s like. He | |
| likes to take his fights onto the | |
| mud. Doesn’t like to stand and | |
| wait. | |
| Ada turns to Freddie. | |
| ADA | |
| You know what he’d do if he found | |
| out about us. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| (Calm, defiant) | |
| He could try. | |
| Ada turns back sharply (her black dress in her hand). | |
| ADA | |
| Sometimes it’s like you’re with me | |
| to show you can. | |
| Ada is about to pull on her black mourning dress but | |
| Freddie takes her arms. He addresses her in a broken | |
| mirror. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| One day me and Tommy will be on the | |
| same side again. | |
| Ada stares at his reflection. | |
| ADA | |
| Yeah. When you become a bookie. | |
| Freddie laughs and embraces her from behind. He reaches for | |
| a large black hat with a black veil, the kind worn by women | |
| in mourning and common on the streets after the war. We | |
| realize this is Ada’s disguise. He offers it to Ada... | |
| 58. | |
| FREDDIE | |
| There sister. Thanks for coming. | |
| Ada half smiles. | |
| ADA | |
| I must be the only girl ever who | |
| had to wear a black widow dress to | |
| get to wear a white one. | |
| She looks hopefully at Freddie. Freddie just smiles. | |
| 41 EXT. CHARLIE STRONG’S YARD - NIGHT 4 - 21:30 41 | |
| We find Curly and Charlie hauling heavy crates onto a coal | |
| barge. They are in a hurry. We watch the work for a while | |
| and see the gun cases as they are being loaded. | |
| Charlie drops a sack into the hold of the boat then turns | |
| to see Thomas entering the yard. Charlie joins Thomas at | |
| the fire. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| They are aboard. There’s no Moon. | |
| We can take them out to the turning | |
| point beyond Gas Street and leave | |
| them on the bank. They’ll be found | |
| by railwaymen first thing. | |
| Charlie nods and warms his hands on the flames. He responds | |
| to Tommy’s silence and gets uneasy. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| Is that agreement? | |
| A pause. Factories pound in the night... | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Softly) | |
| I changed my mind. | |
| A pause. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| You what? | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Flat) | |
| I have an alternative strategy. | |
| 59. | |
| Thomas takes a set of three large iron keys from his pocket | |
| and offers them to Charlie. (We might realize, in the fire | |
| light, Charlie feared something like this). | |
| THOMAS | |
| Tell Curly to take her out to the | |
| old tobacco wharf. There’s a lock | |
| up mooring we used to keep | |
| cigarettes. He knows it. | |
| Charlie stares at Thomas with horror, not taking the keys. | |
| THOMAS | |
| When the boat leaves your yard it’s | |
| no longer your concern. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| (Firmly) | |
| Have you lost your fucking mind? | |
| Thomas lays the keys aside to light a cigarette.... | |
| CHARLIE | |
| Have you not seen the streets? | |
| They’ve sent an army to find these | |
| things... | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Calm) | |
| That’s right. They’ve shown their | |
| hand... | |
| CHARLIE | |
| (Incredulous) | |
| Their hand? | |
| Thomas speaks almost as if he has rehearsed his | |
| rationalization... | |
| THOMAS | |
| If they want them back this bad, | |
| they’ll have to pay. That’s the way | |
| of the world. Fortune drops | |
| something valuable in your lap, you | |
| don’t just dump it on the bank of | |
| the cut. | |
| Charlie stares at Thomas with disbelief... | |
| CHARLIE | |
| 60. | |
| You’re blood Tommy. I’ve always | |
| looked out for you like a dad. | |
| You’re going to bring holy hell | |
| down on your head. This copper | |
| takes no prisoners... | |
| A half smile appears on Thomas’s face. | |
| THOMAS | |
| I’m told he didn’t serve. | |
| A pause. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Reserved occupation. | |
| Charlie peers at Thomas as if he is slowly realizing | |
| something... | |
| CHARLIE | |
| It’s another war you’re looking for | |
| Tommy? | |
| Thomas finishes his cigarette and puts the bunch of keys in | |
| Charlie’s top pocket. | |
| THOMAS | |
| The tobacco wharf. By order of the | |
| Peaky Blinders. | |
| 42 EXT. MUSEUM - DAY 5 - 10:55 42 | |
| Monday 10th February - Campbell enters the museum. | |
| 43 INT. MUSEUM, STATUE ROOM - DAY 5 - 10:59 43 | |
| Campbell is wandering among the statues. The museum is | |
| sparsely attended. He checks his watch. After a moment, | |
| Grace walks by. | |
| Campbell looks straight ahead as he talks... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Are you in position? | |
| GRACE | |
| I am in, Sir. | |
| A shock. Grace works for Campbell (we might recall him | |
| telling Churchill that he had agents in the field). | |
| 61. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Your first impressions. | |
| Grace takes a moment... | |
| GRACE | |
| I am quite shocked at how these | |
| people live. | |
| Campbell looks grave... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| As you know Grace, I was opposed to | |
| the use of female operatives in the | |
| beginning. But Belfast proved their | |
| worth. | |
| Grace seems keen to divert the flattery... | |
| GRACE | |
| Have you found anything out that | |
| might help me? | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| I interrogated the head of the | |
| Peaky Blinders. He didn’t know | |
| anything. A brute. His gang may | |
| even prove useful to us. | |
| GRACE | |
| It strikes me that it isn’t Arthur | |
| who heads the Shelby family. It is | |
| the younger one... | |
| A pause. | |
| GRACE | |
| Thomas. | |
| Grace nods as Campbell glances at her briefly. | |
| GRACE | |
| They say he won two medals for | |
| gallantry in the War. | |
| Campbell squeezes the end of his moustache... | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| You sound fascinated. | |
| GRACE | |
| (Ignoring) | |
| 62. | |
| However, my opinion has not | |
| changed. The bookmaker gangs have | |
| other business and the communists | |
| are too weak to have planned this. | |
| I believe the guns were taken by | |
| the IRA. | |
| Campbell nods gently. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| You must not let your history cloud | |
| your judgement. | |
| GRACE | |
| (Knowing) | |
| What history? | |
| Silence as someone passes. Grace continues wearily... | |
| GRACE | |
| That the IRA murdered my father | |
| will not affect my judgement. | |
| Campbell hears but doesn’t quite believe. He hands her a | |
| slip of paper with a list of serial numbers and speaks | |
| softly. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| If you see a gun, check the serial | |
| numbers against this list. | |
| Campbell turns to go, checking his watch. Then he stops and | |
| smiles at Grace. | |
| CAMPBELL | |
| Your father was the finest officer | |
| I ever worked with. I know he would | |
| be very, very proud of you. | |
| He drifts away. Grace seems to be deeply affected by | |
| mention of her father but holds it all in check... | |
| 44 EXT. GRAND UNION CANAL - DAY 5 - 18:00 44 | |
| We find Leo, the Italian cafe owner, and another Italian | |
| guy, standing on the tow path. They are dressed in black | |
| suits and overcoats. | |
| Behind them, we see a black coal barge slowly motoring up | |
| the canal toward them. Leo reacts to someone crossing the | |
| canal bridge. | |
| 63. | |
| We see Thomas, escorting Danny Whizz Bang. | |
| Thomas and Danny come down to the tow path a hundred yards | |
| from where Leo and his friend are standing. Thomas is | |
| wearing his cap and a long black coat. | |
| We come close to Thomas and Danny. Thomas speaks with grim | |
| seriousness. Danny removes his hat and twirls it in his | |
| hand. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Danny, as you know, the man you | |
| killed was Italian. And those two | |
| men down there are his brothers. | |
| Danny, filled with terrible remorse, glances in their | |
| direction. They glare murder at him. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Now if I let the Italians do this | |
| they’ll cut off your manhood and | |
| let you drain. That’s how those | |
| bastards do things. | |
| Danny takes a breath, stares ahead. The factories bang and | |
| hiss. | |
| THOMAS | |
| So, to stop a war breaking out | |
| between us and the Italians, and to | |
| save you from their barbarity, I | |
| said I would dispatch you myself. | |
| Danny nods, already expecting this. | |
| THOMAS | |
| They are here to witness. | |
| Thomas offers Danny a cigarette and he takes it with | |
| shaking hands. Thomas lights his cigarette. Danny takes a | |
| big draw. | |
| DANNY | |
| I died over there anyway Tommy. I | |
| left my fucking brains in the mud. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Yeah. You have any last requests, | |
| comrade? | |
| Danny takes a heavy breath. | |
| DANNY | |
| 64. | |
| You’ll look out for my Rosie and my | |
| boys. | |
| Thomas nods as he smokes. | |
| DANNY | |
| See they get apprenticeships. At | |
| the BSA factory or the Austen. | |
| They’ll make foremen. I know they | |
| will. Just ordinary. Just ordinary | |
| men. And they won’t get told to do | |
| that shit, that shit, that shit we | |
| got told to do. | |
| Thomas nods gently. Danny peers at Thomas with tears in his | |
| eyes. | |
| DANNY | |
| I suppose I ought to pray now. | |
| Thomas looks away. The black coal barge is getting closer. | |
| DANNY | |
| Those fucking guns blew God right | |
| out of my head. | |
| Danny bows his head and fights tears. He hears the | |
| squelching tread of the horse approaching. | |
| DANNY | |
| Is that boat for me? | |
| Thomas nods... | |
| THOMAS | |
| We have to get your body out of the | |
| city. This new copper, you know... | |
| Danny nods. | |
| DANNY | |
| Don’t bury me anywhere where | |
| there’s mud. Ok? Promise me. Bury | |
| me on a hill. And tell Rosie where. | |
| Thomas nods then pulls his Webley revolver from his pocket. | |
| Danny’s eyes squeeze closed and his fists clench. Thomas | |
| holds out his hand to shake. Danny shakes it. | |
| THOMAS | |
| You were a good man and a good | |
| soldier. | |
| 65. | |
| DANNY | |
| Yes Sergeant Major. | |
| Danny folds his hands over his belt and lowers his head. | |
| The boat is almost alongside. Danny closes his eyes. Thomas | |
| holds up the gun for the Italian brothers to see. He then | |
| puts it to Danny’s temple... | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Softly) | |
| In the bleak midwinter. | |
| Danny nods. The boat is alongside. Thomas pulls the trigger | |
| (and as he does, he kicks the backs of Danny’s knees.) | |
| There is a splash of blood and brains on Thomas’s face. | |
| Danny falls face first onto the deck of the boat as it | |
| passes. | |
| Thomas wipes the blood from his face and looks down at the | |
| Italian brothers. They turn and walk away and Thomas walks | |
| away in the opposite direction. | |
| As he walks we see no emotion on his face. | |
| 45 INT. BETTING SHOP - NIGHT 5 - 20:20 45 | |
| Thomas enters through the customer entrance. He sits down, | |
| lights a cigarette and opens a newspaper onto the racing | |
| page. He studies the racing results. Outside we hear | |
| children playing. | |
| Then Arthur bursts in. His face is scarlet with rage, his | |
| wounds still healing. He has a newspaper of his own in his | |
| big meaty hand and he slaps it... | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (Furious) | |
| It bloody won! | |
| Tommy doesn’t look up from his paper. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Monaghan Boy bloody won! | |
| Thomas finally turns to Arthur. He has a deep, deadly look | |
| on his face. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Yeah. It won. | |
| A pause. | |
| 66. | |
| THOMAS | |
| And word will spread. So next time | |
| we do the powder trick it won’t | |
| just be the Garrison that’ll bet on | |
| the horse, it’ll be the whole of | |
| Small Heath. And you know what? The | |
| horse will win again. | |
| Thomas confronts Arthur, toe-to-toe... | |
| THOMAS | |
| And the third time we do it we’ll | |
| have the whole of Birmingham | |
| betting on it. A thousand quid bet | |
| on the magic horse. And that time, | |
| when we are ready, the horse will | |
| lose. | |
| They stare into each other’s eyes. Then, without diverting | |
| his gaze, Thomas reaches out and grabs the rum bottle from | |
| Arthur’s desk. | |
| THOMAS | |
| Have a drink and think about it | |
| Arthur. | |
| Thomas turns and leaves through the drape curtain. Arthur | |
| considers the bottle. | |
| 46 EXT. CANAL TOW PATH, TUNNEL - NIGHT 5 - 20:30 46 | |
| The coal barge is moored. If we didn’t know the grim truth, | |
| this would be a rural idyll. | |
| After a moment, we see Charlie getting back onboard the | |
| boat, carrying a shovel. We assume he has disposed of | |
| Danny’s body. | |
| Then, suddenly, Danny Whizz Bang emerges from the hold. He | |
| is a little dazed and has just washed his face of blood. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| You ok Danny? | |
| Charlie stows the shovel (he just went for a latrine | |
| break). | |
| DANNY | |
| I’m still in shock. You’re sure | |
| this isn’t heaven? | |
| CHARLIE | |
| 67. | |
| (smiling) | |
| If it was heaven, what would I be | |
| doing here? Tommy wanted you to | |
| think it was real to try to knock | |
| some sense into you. | |
| Danny rubs his woozy head. | |
| DANNY | |
| A shell full of sheep brains hurts | |
| pretty bad. | |
| CHARLIE | |
| It was meant to. | |
| They prepare to set off. | |
| DANNY | |
| So where are you taking me? | |
| CHARLIE | |
| London. Tommy has a little job for | |
| you. Give you chance to say thanks. | |
| You’re a Peaky Blinder now Danny. | |
| The boat glides from its mooring. Danny now looks to be | |
| filled with foreboding. | |
| 47 INT. SHELBY HOUSE - NIGHT 5 - 20:40 47 | |
| Aunt Polly is polishing a big brass pot and we see her face | |
| in the uncertain reflection in the brass. She hears someone | |
| entering the house. Aunt Polly prepares herself. Thomas | |
| enters and produces a wad of notes and two bags of coins | |
| which he places on the table. | |
| Polly takes the bag of coins and weighs it in her hand. | |
| POLLY | |
| A bad week. | |
| Thomas removes his hat, sits down, rubs his eyes wearily. | |
| Polly begins to count the money and speaks casually, hiding | |
| her anxiety... | |
| POLLY | |
| There was no Moon last night. I | |
| looked. | |
| Thomas lights a cigarette... | |
| 68. | |
| POLLY | |
| Did you do the right thing? | |
| THOMAS | |
| (Firmly) | |
| Yes. I did the right thing. | |
| Polly stops counting and stares at him. She can read him | |
| like a book. | |
| Thomas turns and leaves. In Polly’s face we read that she | |
| knows Thomas didn’t dispose of the guns. She reacts and | |
| peers at the pile of coins. She knows there are dangerous | |
| times to come. | |
| 48 EXT. GARRISON LANE - NIGHT 5 - 20:45 48 | |
| We hear the song ‘In the Bleak Midwinter’ as we follow | |
| Thomas walking through his kingdom. We are close on his | |
| face, looking for reaction. He is resolved. He walks past | |
| the Garrison... | |
| As he walks, Grace peers out from inside the pub and | |
| watches him go. | |
| THE END | |