Дорога в ад

РАНЕЕ В СЕРИАЛЕ

Ты потерял дочь. Но нашёл сына. Он твой.

Эвадна Барвелл?

Так как вы доказали свою приверженность,

Бостон официально открыт

для импорта ваших товаров.

Джек сказал, ещё пару недель —

и ты будешь свободен.

Слухи разносятся по всему каналу.

Раньше вы и так неплохо справлялись,

но теперь без трости никуда.

Продержись две недели,

и я напишу Линде снова.

Были ли у вас недавно судороги?

Это туберкулёма.

Боюсь, она не операбельна.

Мистер Шелби.

Я дал вашему брату опиум лишь потому,

что он причинял много проблем.

Он напал на мою жену.

Мне бы зелёного чаю, пожалуйста.

На то, чтобы отладить своё дело,

у меня ушло десять лет.

С вашим бизнесом всё будет в порядке,

если сделаете, как я вам велю.

Сколько опиума у вас сейчас в подвале?

Два с половиной килограмма.

Несите.

У вас четыре минуты.

Поскольку я депутат парламента

от этого избирательного округа,

на мне лежит

ответственность за благосостояние

— моих избирателей

— Мистер Шелби, таймер так и тикает.

Употребление опиума

крайне пагубно сказывается на здоровье.

Женщины дают его своим детям

и оставляют тех без присмотра,

уходя работать на фабрики.

Мужчины теряют работу,

если становятся от него зависимыми.

Отныне вы будете продавать

лишь сигареты, пироги и чай.

Если я ещё хоть раз услышу,

что вы продаёте опиум,

ваше время и впрямь

подойдёт к концу. Всё ясно?

Да, я понял, я перестану.

Мистер Шелби, таймер по-прежнему тикает.

Не думаю, что это настоящая бомба.

Расскажите

вашим поставщикам и клиентам,

что с этих самых пор

опиума не будет

ни в Смолл-Хите, ни в Бордсли.

Благодарю за чай.

Видишь?

Бомба ненастоящая.

Можете снова открыть проезд.

Да, мистер Шелби, сэр.

Скажите владельцам

пабов и кафе на Монтегю-стрит,

что если торговля порошком продолжится,

то никакой Монтегю-стрит не станет.

Я снесу её подчистую и застрою

домами с меблированными комнатами.

Таков указ городского совета Бирмингема.

ОСТРЫЕ КОЗЫРЬКИ

6 СЕЗОН 5 СЕРИЯ

Простите за опоздание,

Монтегю-стрит была перекрыта.

Там был взрыв газа или…

Ясно. Вот как было бы прекрасно,

если бы хоть за что-то в Бирмингеме

несли ответственность не мы.

Я собрал вас сегодня,

поскольку есть некоторые новости,

касающиеся всех членов семьи.

Во-первых,

поприветствуем

новую жену Финна, Мэри.

Конечно. Очаровательно, что мне

пришлось встать с постели ради этого.

Также…

есть на повестке кое-что ещё.

Джонни.

Том.

Давай-давай, шевели булками.

Народ…

это Эразм.

Никто меня так не зовёт.

Также известный как Дюк.

20 лет назад, на ярмарке Апплби…

я повстречал девушку.

Мы с ней покуролесили под орешником,

а через девять месяцев

родился вот этот пацан.

Это мой сын.

Его мать умерла в странствиях.

До этих самых пор

я не пытался его отыскать.

Но я пытаюсь сменить

свои взгляды на жизнь.

Всякое дитя благословенно.

Так что я представляю его…

Этой ебучей семейке,

вот так, по щелчку пальцев.

Нет, я беру его под наше крыло.

Право стать членом семьи

ему ещё предстоит заслужить.

А пока — приветствую, сынок.

Присаживайся.

Давай-ка, садись.

Некоторые совершённые мной ошибки

я исправить не могу…

Но некоторые всё же могу.

Ущерб, который я в состоянии восполнить.

Или же причинить ещё больший.

Как бы то ни было…

вот такая у нас повестка.

Можно выпить или ещё рановато?

Держи.

Завтрак в духе Шелби.

Я не пью.

И я не из Шелби, ясно?

Я Дюк (букв. «герцог»).

Ты точно сраный Шелби,

уж можешь не сомневаться.

Похоже, потребуется Кудряш

и верёвка покрепче,

чтобы его стреножить, Том.

Артур, открывай лавочку,

поставь пацана за доску,

чтобы записывал ставки.

Я не умею писать.

Тогда поставь его за доску,

чтобы стирал написанное.

Давай, сынок.

Шагай давай.

Пойдём, Лиззи.

Мой отец был герцогом

Саксонского берега.

А моя мать — цыганской королевой.

Кто ж тебе такое нарассказал,

мамаша твоя что ли?

Я никому не позволяю

так говорить о маме.

Вот и молодец.

Так, давай-ка проясним.

Читать ты не умеешь,

писать, блядь, тоже.

Я без претензий, если что.

А что ты умеешь-то?

Могу определять время.

Время определять!

Слышите? Время он умеет определять.

Вот же умняшка.

Да уж это побольше, чем можешь ты.

Что ты там сейчас вякнул?

Который сейчас час, мистер Шелби?

Вот что я умею.

Ах ты ж мелкий засранец.

Вот, оставь себе.

Чтобы никогда не опаздывать.

Найдётся ли в твоём сердце

прощение для Артура Шелби?

Нет.

Но, быть может, Господь его простит.

А ты, значит, действуешь от имени Бога.

Ты Ему тоже не безразличен, Томми.

Господь сопровождает тебя

на твоём жизненном пути.

Возможно, идти осталось

не так уж и далеко.

Скажи-ка мне, Линда…

Бог печётся обо мне?

Или о моих деньгах?

Полагаю, ты управляешь неким фондом,

и у этого фонда

множество миссий по всему свету,

однако во времена экономического кризиса

найти финансирование бывает трудновато.

Так что, вероятно, планы

твоего Господа вполне практичны.

Возможно, Его воля такова,

чтобы я сделал пожертвование

в твой фонд,

и в ответ Он бы хотел,

чтобы ты помогла моему брату

на его пути к искуплению.

Понимаю, в храме не принято

говорить в терминах купли-продажи.

Поэтому я скажу прямо.

Я выпишу тебе чек на 10 000 фунтов…

Хвала Господу.

…если ты проявишь

благосклонность к Артуру.

Я должен заботиться о семье.

Договорились?

Твои деньги помогут

людям по всему свету.

И миссия будет названа в твою честь.

Я согласна разделить его горе,

но не его постель.

Конечно.

Обсуждение подобных услуг

заняло бы внушительное время,

а у меня есть другие дела.

Благослови тебя Господь.

ЛИВЕРПУЛЬСКИЕ ДОКИ

Простите за недопонимание.

Мой брат всё уладил.

За ваши заботы.

Даже несмотря на то,

что я поддался соблазнам.

Возвращение моего брата

можно отчасти приписать вам.

Вы с ним поговорили.

Как с другом.

Вам по-прежнему причитается расправа.

И вы по-прежнему

мараете руки подобными делами,

Томас Шелби, член парламента?

Такие как вы, мистер Стагг,

могли бы мне пригодиться.

У меня есть друзья,

которым нужно оружие.

Мы ожидаем поставку

автоматов Томпсона из Бостона.

Их нужно разгрузить и взять на хранение.

А с ними придут патроны,

как этот.

Рассмотрите хорошенько.

И я хочу, чтобы вы делали

свою работу честно,

а не как тогда, с порошком.

Это понятно?

В прежние времена

наши транспортные линии

пролегали через доки Белфаста.

Теперь мы торгуем с Бостоном,

и я рассматриваю

перенос трафика в Ливерпуль.

Вы станете богачом.

Никогда не говорите спасибо?

СТАГГ

Спасибо.

Всё ради этого, мистер Шелби?

Вот зачем это всё?

Чтобы люди говорили вам спасибо?

Вы могли бы всё закрыть.

Могли бы бросить это занятие.

Могли бы жить, как обычный смертный.

Представьте себе надгробие.

«Обычный смертный».

Однако же,

вы носитесь по кругу,

собирая «спасибо» и «пожалуйста»,

«извините» и «простите, мистер Шелби».

Вот ради чего это всё?

Вы хотите знать?

Вы хотите знать, зачем я продолжал

все эти годы?

Чтобы позволить себе такое.

А затем…

такое.

Чувствуете?

Чувствую.

Опиум и рядом не стоял.

Скоро, мистер Стагг,

когда я завершу своё последнее дело,

я и вправду стану

обычным смертным.

Всего доброго.

Артур, у нас проблема с рефери.

Он не берёт деньги.

Он ёбаный святоша или типа того.

Господи Иисусе.

Пока Томми в отъезде,

ты отвечаешь за ставки, Артур.

Что нам делать?

«Говорили же это, искушая Его,

чтобы найти что-нибудь к обвинению Его».

Артур,

этот судья угрожает пойти в полицию.

«Но Иисус,

наклонившись низко,

писал перстом на земле».

Артур, брат,

над тобой все смеются.

Итак, я только что звонил

нашему пресвятому рефери.

Если в общих чертах,

он послал меня на хуй.

Даже не в общих, вообще-то.

Он буквально послал меня на хуй.

Правда? Так знаешь или как?

Ебать твою налево.

Знаешь, что Он написал на земле?

— Нет.

— Не догадываешься, да?

— Я не знаю.

— Билли, ты знаешь, что Он написал?

Я…

Знаешь, что Христос написал на земле?

Наклонившись низко,

написал перстом на ебучей земле.

Знаешь? Знаешь, что написал?

— Давай же, Билли.

— Не знаю.

Артур, что нам делать?

Приведи мне этого судью.

Приведи мне этого сраного судью.

ОТЕЛЬ «МИДЛЕНД»

Я знаю, что она здесь, с нами.

Всегда.

Но всё же здесь только мы с тобой.

Думаю, хорошо бы нам

переехать в другое место.

Я ненавижу этот дом.

Я хотела бы его взорвать.

Было время, когда мы молчали,

потому что слова были не нужны.

Но теперь у нас не осталось слов.

Есть одно дело.

Какое дело?

Американец.

Он будет в Бирмингеме.

Проездом, по пути в Ливерпуль.

Он остановится у нас

на одну ночь, завтра.

Фрэнсис уже знает.

Она составляет меню.

И вот тогда…

мы должны сделать свой ход.

Хочешь узнать,

что это будет за ход, Лиззи?

Нет.

Я знаю достаточно.

Твоя «книга сожалений».

23, 24,

52, 55

Код к сейфу.

Сожаления.

И я там есть.

Я в списке.

В самой его главе.

Да.

Да, это так.

Я жалею, что женился на тебе, Лиззи.

Потому что я заставил тебя

пройти через столько всего.

Заставил пережить всё это. Руби.

Пережить то, что ещё грядёт.

Своё «да» у алтаря

ты дала мужчине и дала проклятью.

Ты разделила мою судьбу.

И об этом я сожалею.

Но знай, Лиззи,

что в эту самую минуту,

в этом самом месте

я люблю тебя.

Ты говоришь будто для очистки

своей засранной совести,

а я даже не знаю,

что говорит твоя совесть.

Ты никогда не впускал меня.

Не впускал меня дальше сейфа.

Это он, да?

Тот, кто любит вставлять палки в колёса.

Из этого места я уйду

прямо в отделение полиции.

— Да ну?

— Он направил на меня пистолет.

— Который? Этот?

— Да.

Ну, так давай наберём в полицию.

Не парься, мы всё устроим.

Алло? Да, соедините с полицией.

Хочу сообщить о мужчине

с револьвером на Уотери-лейн.

Держи.

Спроси инспектора Мосса.

Старшего суперинтенданта Мосса.

Он у них главный

на Уотери-лейн и Бордсли-грин.

Именно так.

А это видишь?

Это его игровой счёт.

Он немало заколачивает

на футбольных ставках.

Потому что мы передаём ему

исход встречи до начала игры.

Вечером, в субботу,

ты возьмёшь это и будешь свистеть.

Ты поставишь пенальти

в пользу «Бирмингем Сити»

на последней минуте.

Вратарь пропустит мяч,

и «Бирмингем Сити»

победит со счётом 1–0.

От тебя потребуется лишь…

Нет.

Я не стану этого делать.

Если полиция не станет слушать,

я пойду к журналистам.

Я не боюсь.

Я служил во Франции.

Набери Томми, Артур.

Заткнись.

Я не собираюсь звонить Томми,

я разберусь с этим сам, понял?

— Я ухожу.

— Хрена лысого ты куда-то уйдёшь.

Пора уже одному из нас

дать отпор вашей банде.

Это нужно прекратить.

Я не подсуживаю за деньги.

Какой пиздец.

На войне я продирался

через колючую проволоку.

И мне не было страшно.

Я не боюсь.

Я не совершу зло.

Я видел слишком много зла.

Расправа ничего не изменит.

Я знаю.

Это видно по твоим ёбаным моргалам.

Блядь.

«Зима была холодной…»

Пресвятая матерь божья…

Ладно, малыш Билли.

Ты пробыл в семье достаточно.

Да, время искупнуться в крови.

— Артур, так нельзя.

— Артур, прошу.

— Ты пробыл с нами достаточно.

— Артур, блядь, господи боже.

Я не могу, Артур, пожалуйста.

Сегодня подохнут двое, Билли,

или только один. Тебе решать.

Ты его ненавидишь, Билли. Презираешь.

Ты его не знаешь, Билли.

Эта сука над тобой насмехается.

Давай, включи злость.

Смотри ему в глаза.

В глаза смотри.

— Я не могу. Не могу.

— Смотри ему в глаза.

Простите меня. Простите.

Довольно. Хорош, отпусти уже.

Вот и славно, Билли.

Успокойся.

Всё хорошо. Всё хорошо.

Да ты посмотри на себя.

Ты только посмотри.

Ты по локоть в крови, Билли.

По локоть в крови.

На небесах тебя больше не ждут.

Туда тебя уже не впустят.

Исайя, отведи его в литейный цех

И позови мистера Патчеса, хорошо?

Передай, что у нас

есть лишнее бревно для топки.

Ты ещё, нахуй, кто?

— Я слышал…

— Прошу.

…что ты наш стукач в компании Шелби.

А кто я, нахуй, такой —

так это твой новый босс.

Пожалуйста, умоляю.

У меня есть несколько поручений,

и я хочу произвести впечатление.

Впечатление,

которое утвердит тебя

в серьёзности моих намерений.

Видишь ли, такими делами

я когда-то зарабатывал на хлеб.

И иногда я скучаю по тем временам.

Как и мистер Шелби,

я скучаю по заряду электричества,

который проносится в голове.

Я скучаю по привкусу металла.

Скоро я дам инструкции.

Сделаешь, как приказано —

останешься мужчиной.

Оплошаешь —

мои люди вернут тебе мошонку

на фарфоровом блюдечке.

Я сделаю всё, что скажете.

Решение принято.

Мои партнёры позаботятся о Томми Шелби.

Ты же достанешь нам его брата, Артура.

Всё понятно?

Да, блядь. Ещё бы. Прошу вас.

Только если твоя информация

приведёт к поимке Артура Шелби,

ты избежишь итальянской смерти.

Ведь именно итальянцы научили меня:

выше Господа, выше детей,

выше жены, выше матери,

выше всего на свете

мужчина ставит свои яйца.

Приветствую, Артур.

Думаю, нам следует помолиться.

С этого мы начинаем.

Хочешь помолиться?

Я выбрала молитву

о прощении, вторую версию.

Так ты теперь католичка, Линда?

Ты католик. Квакеры не молятся.

Склони голову и закрой глаза.

И повторяй молитву.

Тебе она с детства знакома.

Мои мозги иссохли от порошка

и превратились в ебуч…

превратились в решето.

Линда, прошу.

Молитва где-то внутри.

Она как песня, Артур.

Да.

Где-то.

Вместе мы найдём её.

Правильные слова очистят твою душу.

Я начну.

Прости мне мои грехи,

Господи, прости мне грехи.

Грехи моей юности.

Грехи моей юности,

грехи моих лет,

грехи моей души.

Грехи моей плоти.

Грехи, что мне ведомы,

и те, что неведомы.

Грехи, что я скрывал так долго.

Так, бл…

Так долго.

Я поймал его за угоном автомобиля.

А при нём пачка денег

из букмекерской конторы.

Воруй у кого хочешь,

только не воруй у меня.

Держи.

Сядешь на поезд до хуй знает

куда тебе надо. Проваливай.

— Я не езжу поездами.

— Да ты что?

У Кудряша есть двухколёсная телега.

Я что, разъездной лудильщик?

Мне нужны четыре колеса.

И лошадь для холмов.

Для каких холмов?

Для всех. Всех английских холмов.

Почему ты хочешь уйти?

Мне не по нутру та работа в конторе.

Что ж, ты всё слышал, Чарли.

Найди старую повозку

моего отца и пару крепких пони.

Будет.

Кудряш, иди сюда.

Пока ты не ушёл,

хочешь узнать правду о себе?

Нет. А кто бы хотел?

Ну, а я тебе расскажу.

Той весной на ярмарке Апплби

твоя мать стащила мои часы на цепочке.

Твоя родословная богата на воров.

Часы носили гравировку

«Саксонский берег».

Я стянул их у пьяницы,

когда был ребёнком.

Она, надо думать, наплела тебе,

что твой отец был герцогом саксонским.

Что ж,

герцог — это я.

Это были мои часы.

Я твой отец.

Такова правда.

Когда её отец обо всём прознал,

то зарядил в меня из мелкокалиберки.

Шрам, ворованные часы

и россказни твоей матери.

Вот и всё, что тебе нужно знать о себе,

прежде чем ты отправишься в путь.

Эсме сказала, что духи благоволят тебе.

Да и твой дух силён.

Она пыталась продать меня,

как тех лошадей, не правда ли?

Сколько она за меня отдала?

Мне больше не нужно золото.

Но если ты лошадь,

здесь тебе самое место.

Кудряш!

Кудряш. Поживее.

Пацана ждут холмы.

Я помню эти часы.

Да?

Она хранила их у сердца.

Мы похоронили её вместе с ними.

Том, передние колёса

старой повозки к чертям разъёбаны.

Они стояли в луже.

Так прикрути новые, Кудряш.

Понял.

Здесь чинят повозки.

Родовитые семьи из Нью-Фореста

чинят здесь повозки

и меняют лошадей перед ярмаркой.

Ага. Да, мне тут нравится.

Здесь лучше, чем в конторе.

Чем лучше?

Люди.

Люди меня заебали.

В вашей конторе дохуя народу.

Здесь я пока видел лишь двоих.

Чарли и Кудряша.

Кроме них — только собак и лошадей.

Кудряш и сам наполовину лошадь.

Собаки мне нравятся.

А лошади куда лучше людей.

Здесь есть работа

для того, кто знает лошадей.

Неизвестным.

Я хочу оставаться

абсолютно неизвестным.

Тем лучше тебе подходит это место.

Здесь никто никого не знает.

Эй, мистер, прибереги колесо.

Где мне остановиться?

В конюшне, с остальными жеребцами.

Теперь, когда Финна поженили,

в округе полно всяких вертушек.

Их отцы, в основном, безоружны.

У меня есть для тебя будущее, Дюк.

Сын у тебя и так уже есть.

Мой бизнес имеет две стороны.

Светлую и тёмную.

Мне нужны люди по обеим сторонам.

И я на тёмной?

Я пришёл к пониманию,

что мы не выбираем себе сторону.

Тёмное к тёмному.

Мои дела, и тёмные, и светлые

нужно скоро уладить.

Кудряш? Добудь лопату

для герцога саксонского.

Пусть гребёт дерьмо.

И залей горючее в лодку.

Я встречаюсь с дамой в Солихалле.

Только посмотри.

Представь себе,

здесь живёт с десяток людей.

«ДЖЕНЬЮАРИ», ШЕЛБИ ЛИМИТЕД

Ступай на борт, загляни на палубу.

Я получил ответ от траста «Гиннесс»

насчёт строительства

некоммерческого жилья

на двух площадках между Лондоном,

Бирмингемом и Ливерпулем.

Этот шлюз — одна из площадок.

У меня есть разрешение.

Мне нужно финансирование.

Я знаю, что вы с мужем разбежались,

но, как я понимаю,

у тебя осталось влияние

на Гиннессов.

С твоей подачи они примут решение.

Поможешь?

Я заказала номер в полукилометре отсюда.

Мой шофёр нас отвезёт.

Ты та ещё штучка в этом наряде,

эдакий рабочий.

Тебя, верно, проведут в сарай с углём,

чтобы сдать товар.

Да, наверное.

Освальд трахал твою жену,

так что я предлагаю ответные меры.

Так будет честнее.

Могу я рассчитывать

на твою поддержку?

Дело не в жилье,

ты хочешь исправить этот мир.

Установить новый уровень доверия.

Абсолютное доверие.

Впереди много работы.

Гораздо труднее

солгать телом, нежели словами.

Знаю и сам.

Обычно я делаю, что хочу.

Иногда у меня есть причины.

В этом случае — всего понемногу.

Пойдём.

Внесём для ясности,

что происходящее — не больше,

чем манера рукопожатия

у английских аристократов.

Итак,

добро пожаловать.

Если ты пойдёшь на это,

придётся учесть вероятность войны.

Амбиции и стратегии

одного человека привели к этому.

В этой семье будет война.

И один из вас умрёт.

Мы ведь должны выйти пораньше,

чтобы поспеть на поезд до Ливерпуля?

Да.

Значит, завтрак будет ранним.

Ты сменил код к сейфу.

Зачем?

Новые скелеты в шкафу?

На носу новое дело.

Есть то…

чем я не могу поделиться.

О чём ты?

Что за пилюли?

Доктор прописал.

Обезболивающее?

— Да.

— От чего?

От всего, Лиззи.

Когда будешь готов,

я хочу, чтобы ты рассказал

о том, что с тобой происходит.

Как будто часы остановились,

и вот-вот прогремит взрыв.

Мы в затишье перед бурей.

Томми?

Так мы теперь живём.

Когда я буду знать,

то всё тебе расскажу.

Нет, Джине совсем крышу сорвало,

«Harrods», дурь,

амфетамины, леди, лорды,

вся эта аристократическая замануха.

Нахуй вино — виски мне.

Шелби, будете виски?

Я буду вино.

На хуй вино, лейте виски. Я праздную.

У меня праздник —

я съёбываюсь с этого острова.

Проблема Англии в том,

что здешняя валюта — это не деньги.

Деньги вам давно надоели.

Деньги есть у всех.

Деньги здесь…

Деньги валяются в ебучей грязи.

Деньги можно подделать.

Мистер Шелби может воровать, не так ли?

Здешняя валюта — это кровь.

И мистеру Шелби это известно

лучше, чем кому бы то ни было.

Кровь здесь как вино.

Как винтаж в этой бутылке. Этикетка.

Это терруар, это плоды,

из которого делают вино.

Кого ебёт, в каком оно бокале?

А вы, мой друг, вы американец.

Вы, нахуй, бьёте бокал,

проливаете кровь

и спускаете её на свои нужды.

Я не прав?

Когда будете в Америке,

я покажу, как делаются дела.

Ты собрался в Америку?

В Канаду, Лиззи,

получить оплату за груз.

Я должен сделать это сам.

Кто поедет с тобой?

Майкл за ним присмотрит.

Ещё одна поездка, Томми?

Пять миллионов долларов, миссис Шелби.

Оно того стоит, вы так не считаете?

Знаете, мистер Нельсон,

виски умеет говорить,

и порой оно бывает

весьма красноречивым.

Но пять миллионов, мистер Нельсон.

Это наследие.

И когда я вернусь, я буду знать всё.

Я смотрю на вас

как в зеркало, Томас Шелби.

У вас блестящие перспективы.

Мистер Шелби,

к дому подъезжает автомобиль.

Роллс-ройс.

Вы ожидаете новых гостей?

Нет.

Прошу извинить.

Мы были на пути

к моему электорату в Сметике,

и до меня вдруг донеслось,

что наш американский друг в Бирмингеме

и направляется в этот дом.

Поэтому мы решили заехать на прощание.

Шампанского. Нам есть что отметить.

Не то чтобы я сомневался

в способности мистера Шелби

устроить прощальный вечер,

мне лишь показалось,

что если телеграммы, провода

и письма так легко перехватить,

нам стоит обсудить наши успехи

за шампанским лично.

Поражает, как стремительно

развились наши отношения.

Столько треугольников в этой комнате.

Все, кроме мистера Нельсона,

составляют углы треугольника.

Каким образом

меня вписали в треугольник?

Мистер Нельсон,

вы получили то, зачем пришли?

Меня заверили, что будущее Европы

в руках таких людей, как вы.

И переговоры между Вашингтоном,

Римом и Берлином можно начать.

Двухнедельный визит,

который изменил историю.

Мы все получили, что хотели.

Да.

И я получила то, на что положила глаз.

Элизабет, вы счастливая женщина.

Иметь каждый день то,

что мне довелось вкусить лишь однажды.

Простите, мистер Нельсон.

В этой комнате было

необходимо прибраться.

Томас.

Мы ненавидим раскрывать чужие секреты,

но мы повторяли много раз:

жажда власти в эпоху журналов

и гламурных фотографов

рано или поздно

потребует иной супруги.

Более подходящей.

Женщину подобно Лиззи, с её прошлым,

никак не счесть подходящей.

Она вас не заслуживает, мистер Шелби.

Беда в том, Мосли,

что вы правы.

Вы правы, она меня не заслужила.

Ничем не заслужила такого, как я.

Не заслужила того, каким я стану.

И каким же вы станете?

Моё место за этим столом,

с говнюками вроде вас.

Она заслужила большего.

Сколько ни скрывайся,

я всего лишь один из вас.

Нет повести печальнее на свете, а?

Я здесь от имени вашей жены,

Джины, и Джека Нельсона.

Мистер Нельсон готов

вытащить вас отсюда.

Но сначала ему нужен ответ.

Если ответ положительный,

вас выпускают.

Если нет…

вы остаётесь.

Я посоветовался с матерью.

Ваша мать мертва.

Тем не менее, я спросил у неё совета.

И да.

Когда я выйду на волю,

я убью Томми Шелби.

Переведено студией FOCS

Перевод: Евгений Вологжанин и Анастасия Цюпер

Редактура: Анастасия Цюпер

РАНЕЕ В СЕРИАЛЕ

Да бомба ненастоящая.

Видишь?

Говорила же, бомба не настоящая.

«ТАВЕРНА ГАРРИСОНА»

ДОКИ ЛИВЕРПУЛЯ

СТАГГ

«ЯНВАРЬ»

«ШЕЛБИ КОМПАНИ ЛИМИТЕД»

ESME: A daughter lost.

A son found. He is yours.

- Evadne Barwell?

- (RAPID GUNFIRE)

(SCREAMING)

NELSON: Since you have proven

your commitment,

Boston is now officially open

for the importation

of your merchandise.

Jack says just a few more weeks

and you'll be free.

Stories about you

come up the canal.

Once you walked fine alone,

- now you need a stick.

- (THUD)

TOMMY:

You stay clean for two weeks,

I'll write Linda

another letter.

HOLFORD: Have you recently

suffered seizures?

It is tuberculoma.

I am afraid it is inoperable.

Mr Shelby.

I only gave opium

to your brother

because he give me big trouble.

He attacked my wife.

(TICKING)

I'd like a pot of green tea,

please.

(CLEARS THROAT)

It's taken me ten years

to build this business.

Business will be safe,

if you do what I say.

How much opium do you have

in your cellar?

Five pounds.

Bring it to me.

Four minutes,

against the clock.

As a Member of Parliament...

..for this constituency...

...it is my duty

to take responsibility

for the welfare...

- Mr Shelby!

- ...of my constituents.

The clock is still ticking.

The consumption of opium

is very prejudicial to health.

Women give it to their children

so they can leave them untended

while they work

in the factories.

Men lose their jobs

when they become addicted.

From now on, you will sell

only cigarettes, cake and tea.

If I hear that you're selling

opium again, time will indeed

run out very quickly for you.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand, I will stop.

Mr Shelby,

the clock is still ticking.

(TRANSLATION FROM MANDARIN)

Please tell...

...your suppliers

and your customers...

...that from now on...

...there will be no more opium

in Small Heath or in Bordesley.

Thank you for the tea.

- (GASPS)

- (SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

- You can let them through now.

- Yes, sir, Mr Shelby.

You tell the pub

and cafe owners

in Montague Street...

...if there's any further trade

in powder,

there will be no more

Montague Street.

I'll have it demolished

and replaced by apartments,

by order of the Birmingham

Urban District Council.

Sorry I'm late,

they closed Montague Street.

There's a gas explosion or...

Right, well, it would be nice

if just one thing

could happen in Birmingham

that wasn't our fault.

I've gathered you all here

today because there is news,

and it's of interest

to the whole family.

First of all,

I'd like to welcome

Finn's new wife, Mary,

- to the family.

- (GRUNTS)

Right, well, I'm very glad

that I dragged myself

out of bed for this.

There is...

...one more item of business.

- Johnny.

- Tom.

Come on, come on.

Hurry up.

Everyone...

...this here is Erasmus.

Nobody calls me that.

They call him Duke.

(EXHALES) 20 years ago,

at Appleby Horse Fair...

...I met a girl.

We shared the shade

of a hazel tree.

Nine months later,

this lad was born.

This is my son.

His mother died on the road.

Up until now,

never tried to find him.

But I'm trying to look at life

in a different way.

A child is a precious thing.

So I'm bringing him...

Into the fucking family

with a snap of his fingers.

No, I am bringing him

into the fold.

He'll have to earn membership

of the family.

For the moment, welcome, son.

You have a seat. Go on.

Sit down here.

There are some mistakes

I've made...

...that I can never address...

...and some I can.

Some wounds I can try to heal.

And new wounds you can open up.

Anyway...

...that's the business

of the day.

- (CLEARS THROAT)

- Is it too early for whiskey?

There you go.

Shelby breakfast for you, son.

I don't drink.

And I'm not a Shelby,

all right? I'm a Duke.

(CHUCKLES) You're a fucking

Shelby, all right.

Don't worry about that.

Mm, I think we'll need Curly

and a strong rope

to break this one in, Tom.

Arthur, open up the shop,

put the kid here

on the blackboard,

writing up the odds.

I can't write.

Put the kid on the blackboard,

wiping off the chalk.

Go on, son.

Come on, then.

Lizzie...

...come on.

My father was

the Duke of the Saxon Shore.

My mother was a Romany queen.

Who told you that, your mum?

I don't allow people to talk

about my mother.

Good for you.

So let's get this right, then.

You can't read,

you can't fucking write.

Nothing wrong with that.

What can you do, eh?

I can tell the time.

Tell the time.

Here, he can tell the time.

Ain't that clever?!

It's a lot more

than what you can fucking do.

What did you just say to me?

What time is it, Mr Shelby?

That's what I can do.

You little bastard.

(CHUCKLES) Here, keep it.

Stop you from being late

in the future.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Is there forgiveness

in your heart

for Arthur Shelby?

No.

But there may be forgiveness

from God.

And you will do God's work?

God is interested in you

as well, Tommy.

And God will be with you

on your journey,

every step of the way.

He may not need to take

many steps.

So, tell me this, Linda...

...is God interested in me...

...or in my money?

I believe you run a foundation,

and that your foundation has

many missions across the world,

but in these times

of financial crisis,

funding is hard to come by,

so perhaps...

...your God's plan

is a practical one.

Perhaps, He would like me

to make a donation

to your foundation

and, in return,

He would like you

to help my brother on his road

to redemption.

Now, I know that in a place

of worship such as this,

you would never ask how much.

So I will tell you plainly.

I will write your foundation

a cheque for £10,000...

Praise the Lord.

...if you agree to look kindly

on Arthur and to help him.

I need to look after everyone

in the family.

Do we have a deal?

Your money will be spent

to do good around the world...

...and a mission will be named

after you.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

But I'm only agreeing

to help him...

...not sleep with him.

No.

No, I imagine the negotiation

for that particular favour

would take a considerable

amount of time...

...and I have an appointment.

God bless.

(SHIP'S HORN BLARES)

Apologies for

the initial misunderstanding.

My brother dealt with it.

For the care you took.

Even though

I succumbed to temptation?

Part of the reason my brother

is back dealing with it

is down to you.

You spoke to him.

As a comrade.

The beating

is still owed to you.

Do you still do that kind

of work yourself,

Thomas Shelby, MP?

Mr Stagg, you see,

I can use men like you.

I have friends

that are in need of guns.

Soon, there will be a shipment

of Thompson sub-machine guns

coming here from Boston.

And I need you to unload

and store those weapons.

There will also be

ammunition...

...like this.

You have a good look.

And I need you

to take better care

of the guns and ammunition

than you did of the powder.

You understand?

Previously,

all of my import and export

went through Belfast docks.

Now we're dealing

with Boston...

...I'm considering shifting

my supply line to Liverpool.

You'll be a very rich man.

Don't you ever say thank you?

Thank you.

Is that why you do it,

Mr Shelby?

Is that why you keep

all this going?

To have people say thank you?

You could close all this down.

You could leave the sport

behind.

You could live like

an ordinary mortal man.

On your gravestone -

"an ordinary mortal man".

But, instead,

you still go round collecting

"please" and "thank you"

and "sorry"

and "forgive me, Mr Shelby".

That what it's all for?

You want to know?

You want to know

why I've carried on...

(EXHALES)...all these years?

It's so I can do this.

And then...

...do this.

Feel it?

I feel it.

Junk doesn't even come close.

Soon, Mr Stagg...

...when my last bit of business

is done...

...I will indeed...

...be an ordinary mortal man.

You have a good day.

Arthur, we've got a problem

with a referee.

He's not taking the money.

He's fucking religious

or something.

Jesus Christ.

With Tommy away, you're in

charge of gambling, Arthur,

what shall we do?

"And this they said to him,

"that they may have some charge

to bring against him."

Arthur, this referee,

he's threatening

to go to the police...

"Jesus...

"...bent down,

"and with one finger,

he wrote on the ground..."

Arthur...brother...

...people are laughing at you.

So I just phoned

our holy referee again.

He basically told me

to fuck off.

Not even basically, actually.

He literally just told me to...

- ...to fuck off.

- ARTHUR: Is that right?

So, do you know?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Do you know what he wrote

on the ground?

- Hmm?

- No.

- Do you know?

- No.

- You don't know, do you?

- No, I don't.

Billy, do you know

what he wrote on the ground?

- I...

- Hmm?

Do you know what Jesus wrote

on the ground?

He bent down,

and with one finger,

he wrote on the fucking ground.

Do you know?

Do you know what he wrote?

- Come on, Billy.

- No.

Arthur, what should we do?

Go and get me the referee.

Bring me the fucking referee.

I know she's here with us.

Always.

But still,

it's just you and me.

I thought it'd be good

if we were

in a different place.

I hate that house now.

I wish I could blow it up.

There was a time when we'd say

nothing afterwards

because we didn't have

to say anything.

Now we've got nothing left

to say.

There's business.

What business?

The American.

He's coming to Birmingham.

He's stopping over

on his way to Liverpool.

He's staying with us

tomorrow night.

Frances knows.

She's been making up a menu.

And then...

...we have to make a move.

Do you want to know

what that move is, Lizzie?

No.

I know enough.

Your book of regrets.

23, 24...

...52, 55.

The combination to the safe.

Regrets.

And I'm on there.

I'm on the list.

On the very top of the list.

Yep.

Yes, you are.

I regret marrying you, Lizzie.

Cos I've put you through

so much.

Put you through all of this.

Ruby.

Everything that is to come.

When you married me,

you married a man

and you married a curse.

You have shared my fate.

That is my regret.

But know this, Lizzie.

In this moment,

in this room...

...I love you.

You sound like

you're ticking a fucking box,

and I don't know

what's inside the box!

Never have you let me in...

...even though I know

the combination to the safe.

(EXHALES)

So this is him, is it?

The one who likes

to be fucking difficult, eh?

When I leave this place,

I'm going straight

to the police.

- You are?

- This man pointed a gun at me.

- Who, him there?

- Yeah.

Well, let's phone the police,

eh?

- Don't worry.

- (FINN CLEARS THROAT)

We'll have this sorted out

for you.

Hello?

Yes, get me the police.

Reports of a man

with a revolver on Watery Lane.

There you go.

And you ask for Inspector Moss.

Chief Superintendent Moss.

He's in charge of Watery Lane

and Bordesley Green.

That's right.

And you see this?

That's his betting credit

with us.

He makes a lot of money

from football matches...

...because we give him

the results before the match.

On Saturday afternoon,

you take this whistle,

and you blow.

You give a penalty

to Birmingham City

in the final minute.

The goalkeeper will let

the penalty go by him,

and Birmingham City will win

1-0.

All you got to do is...

(CLEARS THROAT)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(SNORTS)

No.

I won't do it.

If the police won't listen,

I'll go to the newspapers.

I'm not afraid.

I was in France.

Phone Tommy, Arthur.

You shut up.

I'm not phoning fucking Tommy.

I am dealing with this, OK?

- I'm leaving.

- You're going fucking nowhere.

It's time one of us stood up

to you people.

It's not right

what's been happening.

I will not take money to cheat.

Fucking hell.

In France, I ran at the wire...

...and I was not afraid.

I am not afraid.

I won't do a bad thing.

I've seen too many bad things.

A beating will make

no difference.

I know that, cos I can see it

in your fucking eyes.

(SIGHS) Fuck him.

"In the bleak midwinter..."

Holy Mary, mother of God.

- Agh!

- Right, Billy Boy.

You've been in the family

long enough.

- No...

- Yeah.

It's time for you

- to get bloodied.

- Arthur, you can't.

BILLY: Arthur, please...

You've been with us

long enough.

Fuck, Arthur. Jesus Christ.

I can't be that man,

Arthur, please!

Either two men die today,

Billy...or one.

You fucking decide.

- Hate him, Billy. Hate him.

- (WHIMPERS) Please...

Try. You don't know him, Billy.

He's fucking laughing at you,

look.

Come on, hate him.

Look him in the eyes, man.

Look him in the eyes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Look him in the eyes.

(CRIES) I'm sorry...sorry.

- (GASPS)

- (GARROTTE TIGHTENS)

(BILLY SCREAMS)

(BLOOD GURGLES)

Enough. Enough, enough, enough.

(BILLY SOBS)

It's all right. Billy, Billy,

come on, come on.

- (ARTHUR SHUSHES)

- (BILLY WHIMPERS)

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

Look at you. Look...

Look at you, look.

Huh?

You're bloodied now, Billy.

You're bloodied now.

You're not going to heaven

no more.

They won't let you in.

Isiah,

you take him to the foundry.

You ask for Mr Patches,

all right?

You tell him we got some fuel

for the furnace.

(FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE)

(MELODIC WHISTLING)

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Who the fuck are you?

(RATTLES)

(ZIPPING)

(SCREAMS)

- I hear...

- Please.

...you're the informant

inside the Shelby organisation.

And who the fuck I am...

...is the man you now work for.

Please, please.

I have something

I need you to do,

and I want to impress

upon you...

- ...to impress...

- (GROANS)

...upon you the seriousness

of my intent.

Cos, you see, I used to do

this kind of thing

for a living.

And sometimes

I kind of miss it.

Just like Mr Shelby,

I miss the...

...the wave of electricity

you get under your scalp.

I miss the taste like metal

on the tip of your tongue.

I'm about to give you

an instruction.

You do as I say,

you stay a man.

Fail, and I will send people

to serve your balls to you

on a china plate.

I'll do what you say.

A decision's been taken.

My associates are going

to take care of Tommy Shelby,

and you are going to give us up

his brother, Arthur.

- Do you understand?

- (WIRE TIGHTENS)

Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! Please!

(PANTS RAPIDLY)

Only information leading

to the murder of Arthur Shelby

will save you

from an Italian death.

Cos it was the Italians

that taught me that

above God, above children,

above his wife

and above his mother...

...most of all,

a man loves his balls.

(WHIMPERS)

(PANTS RAPIDLY)

(SOBS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(KEYS JANGLE)

(GLASS CLINKS)

(EXHALES)

Hello, Arthur.

I think we should pray.

That's how we begin this.

You'd like to pray?

The prayer I've chosen

is the Act of Contrition,

Version 2.

So, you're Catholic now, Linda?

You're Catholic.

Quakers don't pray.

Bow your head, Arthur,

and close your eyes.

And recite the prayer.

You know it well

from when you were boy.

Oh, my mind's all dried up

with junk, though,

and shot full of fuck...

...shot full of holes.

Linda, please.

It's in there somewhere,

Arthur. It's like a song.

Yeah.

Somewhere.

Together, we'll find it.

Digging for the words

will help clean your soul.

I'll begin it.

Forgive me my sins, O, Lord,

forgive me my sins.

The sins of my youth.

The sins of my youth,

the sins of my age,

the sins of my soul.

The sins of my body.

The sins I know,

the sins I know not.

The sins I have concealed

for so long.

For so fu...

For so long.

Caught him stealing a car,

and he's got a stack of cash

from the betting shop.

Steal from who you want.

But don't steal from me.

Here you are.

Get a train

to wherever the fuck

you want to go. Get out.

- I don't ride trains.

- That a fact?

Well, Curly has

a two-wheeled wagon.

What am I, a tinker?

I need four wheels.

And a horse for the hills.

Which hills?

All of them.

All the hills of England.

(CHUCKLES)

Why do you want to leave?

I didn't take to that work

in the betting shop.

Well, you heard him, Charlie.

Get my dad's old four-wheeled

wagon and two strong ponies.

Right.

Curly! Get here.

Before you go,

do you want to know the truth

about yourself?

No. Who does?

Right, well,

I'm going to tell you.

That spring at Appleby Fair,

your mother stole

my watch and chain.

You're from a long line

of thieves.

The watch had the words

"Saxon Shore" carved in it.

Stole it meself from a drunk

when I was a kid.

I imagine she told you

your dad was the Duke

of the Saxon Shore. Well...

...I'm the Duke,

It was my watch.

I'm your father.

That's the truth.

When her dad found out,

he shot me in the chest

with a squirrel gun.

A scar and a stolen watch

and a story she made up.

That's all you need to know

about yourself

before you get on the road.

Esme tells me

the spirits favour you.

That the spirit is in you.

She tried to sell me like one

of those horses, didn't she?

How much did she pay for me?

I've no use for gold any more.

But if you are a horse,

you're in the right place.

Curly!

Curly, hurry up!

This boy has hills to climb.

I remember that watch.

Oh, yeah?

She used to wear it

over her heart.

We buried it with her.

Tom.

The old wagon's right

front wheel is fucked, Tom.

It's standing in the wet.

Put a new wheel on, Curly.

Yeah.

Fix wagons here.

Good families

come from the New Forest

to get their wagons fixed

and fresh horses

before the fairs.

Yeah. Yeah, I like it here.

I like it better than

that betting shop.

Why?

People.

People piss me off.

There are a lot of people

in that betting shop.

So far, here... What?

I've only counted two.

Mm-hm.

Charlie and Curly.

The rest is dogs and horses.

Curly's half horse himself.

Dogs are OK.

Horses are better than people,

mind you.

There's work here

for a man who knows horses.

Unknown.

I want to remain

completely unknown.

Well, you'd be

in the right place

for that as well.

No-one knows anyone here.

Hey, mister!

Save that wheel a minute.

Where would I stay?

Stables,

with the other stallions.

Now that Finn is married off,

plenty of girls round here.

Fathers are mostly unarmed.

I have a future for you, Duke.

You already have a son.

My business has two sides.

Light and dark.

I'll need someone for each.

And I'm dark, am I?

I've realised we don't get

to choose which one we are.

Dark knows dark.

And my affairs,

both light and dark...

...will need settling soon.

Curly!

Find a shovel for the Duke

of the Saxon Shore here.

Get him shovelling shit.

(SNORTS)

And put some petrol

in the boat.

I'm off to meet a lady

in Solihull.

Take a look at her.

Now imagine ten people

living on side.

Step on. Have a look inside.

I've had a response

from the Guinness Trust

about building

charitable housing

at two sites

along the canal network

between London,

Birmingham and Liverpool.

This lock here would be

the one of the sites.

I have the permission.

Just need the finance.

I know that you and your

husband, Bryan Guinness,

are estranged,

but I understand

you still have influence

in the Guinness family.

Your support might help them

make their decision.

Will you help me?

I've booked a suite in a hotel

a mile from here.

My chauffeur

will take us there.

You look quite the thing

dressed like that,

dressed like a working man.

They'll probably show you

to the coalhouse

to make your delivery.

Yep, they probably will.

Oswald has fucked your wife,

so my suggestion is

about balance and proportion.

It would be only fair.

Can I assume...

...I have your support?

This isn't about

charitable housing -

this is about changing

the world.

It's about a different kind

of trust.

Absolute trust.

We have important work

ahead of us.

It's much harder to lie

with your body

than with your words.

This, I have learnt.

Mostly,

I do whatever I want to do.

Sometimes,

I do things for the cause.

In this case, it's both.

Come.

In the interests

of absolute clarity,

that is simply

the English aristocracy's way

of shaking hands.

So...

...welcome.

POLLY: If you do this thing...

...the possibility of war,

you have to consider.

MICHAEL: It was the ambitions

and strategies of one man

that caused this.

POLLY: There will be a war

in this family,

and one of you will die.

We need to leave early

to catch the first train

to Liverpool, yes?

Yep.

So we eat early, finish early.

You changed the combination

of the safe.

Why?

Have you got new secrets?

With the new business

at hand...

...there are some things...

...that I cannot share.

What things?

What are those tablets?

Doctor gave them me.

Painkillers?

- Yeah.

- What pain?

Any pain that comes, Lizzie.

When you're ready, I want you

to tell me everything

that's going on.

It's like the clock's

stopped ticking

and I'm waiting

for the bomb to explode.

We're in that quiet minute.

Tommy?

That's where we live now.

When I know everything...

...I will tell you everything.

NELSON: Oh, no,

Gina's running wild, you see.

Harrods, dope, amphetamines,

lords and ladies,

you know, the whole

English aristocracy thing.

Fuck wine - whiskey.

Shelby, you having whiskey?

- I'll stay on wine.

- Fuck wine, more whiskey.

I'm celebrating.

Celebration, you know.

Getting off

this fucking island.

You see,

the thing with England,

the currency here,

it's not money.

Nah, you got bored of money

a long time ago.

Cos, you know,

anyone can have money,

you can fucking...

...you can fucking find money

in the mud.

You can forge money.

Mr Shelby, you can steal money,

am I right?

The currency here...

...it's blood.

And Mr Shelby knows that

better than all of them.

Blood here is like wine,

like the vintage wine

in that bottle.

It's the... It's the label,

it's the terroir,

it's the grape

that makes the wine.

Who fucking cares

about the glass around it?

And you, my friend,

you're an American.

You fucking... (BANGS TABLE)

...smash the glass,

you spill the blood

and you spend their currency

to get what you want.

Am I right?

When you come to America,

I will show you things.

You're going to America?

To Canada, Lizzie, to collect

payment for the shipment.

I need to do it myself.

And who will be going with you?

Michael will be there

to watch his back.

Another journey, Tommy?

$5 million, Mrs Shelby.

It's worth a little cruise,

don't you think?

You know whiskey does talk...

...Mr Nelson,

and sometimes whiskey is...

...very eloquent.

But $5 million, Mr Nelson...

...that is a legacy.

And when I come back,

I will know everything.

I see myself so clearly

in you, Thomas Shelby.

You are a man with a bright

and glittering future.

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

FRANCES: Mr Shelby, there's

a car coming up the drive.

A Rolls-Royce.

Were you expecting more guests?

No.

Excuse me.

We were on our way

to my constituency in Smethwick

and I heard our American friend

was in Birmingham

and that he was coming here,

so we came

to say one last farewell.

Champagne.

We have much to celebrate.

It isn't that I wasn't sure

Mr Shelby would give you

an excellent send-off,

I just felt, since telegrams

and wires and letters

can so easily be intercepted,

we might confirm

all that we've achieved

during your visit

over champagne.

It is remarkable

how quickly our relationships

have developed.

So many triangles in this room.

Everyone except from Mr Nelson

is the point of a triangle.

How am I part of a triangle?

Mr Nelson,

you have all that you came for?

I have confirmation

that the future of Europe

is in the hands

of men like yourselves.

And that urgent conversations

between Washington, Rome,

and of course Berlin

can now begin.

A two-week visit that may have

changed the course of history.

We all got what we wanted.

Yes.

And I got what I have wanted

from the moment

I set eyes on it.

Elizabeth,

you are a very lucky woman...

...to have each day

what I have only sampled once.

(SCOFFS)

Forgive us, Mr Nelson,

that was a necessary bit

of housekeeping.

Thomas...

...we do so hate

to be indiscreet, but...

...we have told you

many times,

if you are to seek power

in these days

of shiny magazines

and society photographs,

sooner or later,

you will have to find a spouse

who's more suitable.

A woman with Lizzie's past

and personal history

really isn't suitable.

She doesn't deserve you,

Mr Shelby.

You know, the thing is,

Mosley...

...you're right.

You're right,

she doesn't deserve me.

She doesn't deserve what I am.

She doesn't deserve

what I will become.

What will you become?

Truth is, I belong here,

at this table,

with fuckers like you.

She doesn't.

For all I try to hide it...

(CHUCKLES)

...I'm just one of you.

Could there be a sadder ending,

eh?

I'm here on behalf

of your wife, Gina,

and Jack Nelson.

Mr Nelson's prepared

to get you out of here.

But first he needs an answer

to a question.

If the answer is yes...

...you'll be released.

If the answer is no...

...you'll stay.

I have consulted my mother.

Your mother's dead.

Nevertheless,

I have consulted her.

And yes.

When I'm released,

it is my intention

to kill Tommy Shelby.

A daughter lost.

A son found. He is yours.

- Evadne Barwell?

Since you have proven

your commitment,

Boston is now officially open

for the importation

of your merchandise.

Jack says just a few more weeks

and you'll be free.

Stories about you

come up the canal.

Once you walked fine alone,

- now you need a stick.

You stay clean for two weeks,

I'll write Linda

another letter.

Have you recently

suffered seizures?

It is tuberculoma.

I am afraid it is inoperable.

Mr Shelby.

I only gave opium

to your brother

because he give me big trouble.

He attacked my wife.

I'd like a pot of green tea,

please.

It's taken me ten years

to build this business.

Business will be safe,

if you do what I say.

How much opium do you have

in your cellar?

Five pounds.

Bring it to me.

Four minutes,

against the clock.

As a Member of Parliament...

..for this constituency...

...it is my duty

to take responsibility

for the welfare...

- Mr Shelby!

- ...of my constituents.

The clock is still ticking.

The consumption of opium

is very prejudicial to health.

Women give it to their children

so they can leave them untended

while they work

in the factories.

Men lose their jobs

when they become addicted.

From now on, you will sell

only cigarettes, cake and tea.

If I hear that you're selling

opium again, time will indeed

run out very quickly for you.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand, I will stop.

Mr Shelby,

the clock is still ticking.

Please tell...

...your suppliers

and your customers...

...that from now on...

...there will be no more opium

in Small Heath or in Bordesley.

Thank you for the tea.

- You can let them through now.

- Yes, sir, Mr Shelby.

You tell the pub

and cafe owners

in Montague Street...

...if there's any further trade

in powder,

there will be no more

Montague Street.

I'll have it demolished

and replaced by apartments,

by order of the Birmingham

Urban District Council.

Sorry I'm late,

they closed Montague Street.

There's a gas explosion or...

Right, well, it would be nice

if just one thing

could happen in Birmingham

that wasn't our fault.

I've gathered you all here

today because there is news,

and it's of interest

to the whole family.

First of all,

I'd like to welcome

Finn's new wife, Mary,

- to the family.

Right, well, I'm very glad

that I dragged myself

out of bed for this.

There is...

...one more item of business.

- Johnny.

- Tom.

Come on, come on.

Hurry up.

Everyone...

...this here is Erasmus.

Nobody calls me that.

They call him Duke.

20 years ago,

at Appleby Horse Fair...

...I met a girl.

We shared the shade

of a hazel tree.

Nine months later,

this lad was born.

This is my son.

His mother died on the road.

Up until now,

never tried to find him.

But I'm trying to look at life

in a different way.

A child is a precious thing.

So I'm bringing him...

Into the fucking family

with a snap of his fingers.

No, I am bringing him

into the fold.

He'll have to earn membership

of the family.

For the moment, welcome, son.

You have a seat. Go on.

Sit down here.

There are some mistakes

I've made...

...that I can never address...

...and some I can.

Some wounds I can try to heal.

And new wounds you can open up.

Anyway...

...that's the business

of the day.

- Is it too early for whiskey?

There you go.

Shelby breakfast for you, son.

I don't drink.

And I'm not a Shelby,

all right? I'm a Duke.

You're a fucking

Shelby, all right.

Don't worry about that.

Mm, I think we'll need Curly

and a strong rope

to break this one in, Tom.

Arthur, open up the shop,

put the kid here

on the blackboard,

writing up the odds.

I can't write.

Put the kid on the blackboard,

wiping off the chalk.

Go on, son.

Come on, then.

Lizzie...

...come on.

My father was

the Duke of the Saxon Shore.

My mother was a Romany queen.

Who told you that, your mum?

I don't allow people to talk

about my mother.

Good for you.

So let's get this right, then.

You can't read,

you can't fucking write.

Nothing wrong with that.

What can you do, eh?

I can tell the time.

Tell the time.

Here, he can tell the time.

Ain't that clever?!

It's a lot more

than what you can fucking do.

What did you just say to me?

What time is it, Mr Shelby?

That's what I can do.

You little bastard.

Here, keep it.

Stop you from being late

in the future.

Is there forgiveness

in your heart

for Arthur Shelby?

No.

But there may be forgiveness

from God.

And you will do God's work?

God is interested in you

as well, Tommy.

And God will be with you

on your journey,

every step of the way.

He may not need to take

many steps.

So, tell me this, Linda...

...is God interested in me...

...or in my money?

I believe you run a foundation,

and that your foundation has

many missions across the world,

but in these times

of financial crisis,

funding is hard to come by,

so perhaps...

...your God's plan

is a practical one.

Perhaps, He would like me

to make a donation

to your foundation

and, in return,

He would like you

to help my brother on his road

to redemption.

Now, I know that in a place

of worship such as this,

you would never ask how much.

So I will tell you plainly.

I will write your foundation

a cheque for £10,000...

Praise the Lord.

...if you agree to look kindly

on Arthur and to help him.

I need to look after everyone

in the family.

Do we have a deal?

Your money will be spent

to do good around the world...

...and a mission will be named

after you.

But I'm only agreeing

to help him...

...not sleep with him.

No.

No, I imagine the negotiation

for that particular favour

would take a considerable

amount of time...

...and I have an appointment.

God bless.

Apologies for

the initial misunderstanding.

My brother dealt with it.

For the care you took.

Even though

I succumbed to temptation?

Part of the reason my brother

is back dealing with it

is down to you.

You spoke to him.

As a comrade.

The beating

is still owed to you.

Do you still do that kind

of work yourself,

Thomas Shelby, MP?

Mr Stagg, you see,

I can use men like you.

I have friends

that are in need of guns.

Soon, there will be a shipment

of Thompson sub-machine guns

coming here from Boston.

And I need you to unload

and store those weapons.

There will also be

ammunition...

...like this.

You have a good look.

And I need you

to take better care

of the guns and ammunition

than you did of the powder.

You understand?

Previously,

all of my import and export

went through Belfast docks.

Now we're dealing

with Boston...

...I'm considering shifting

my supply line to Liverpool.

You'll be a very rich man.

Don't you ever say thank you?

Thank you.

Is that why you do it,

Mr Shelby?

Is that why you keep

all this going?

To have people say thank you?

You could close all this down.

You could leave the sport

behind.

You could live like

an ordinary mortal man.

On your gravestone -

"an ordinary mortal man".

But, instead,

you still go round collecting

"please" and "thank you"

and "sorry"

and "forgive me, Mr Shelby".

That what it's all for?

You want to know?

You want to know

why I've carried on...

...all these years?

It's so I can do this.

And then...

...do this.

Feel it?

I feel it.

Junk doesn't even come close.

Soon, Mr Stagg...

...when my last bit of business

is done...

...I will indeed...

...be an ordinary mortal man.

You have a good day.

Arthur, we've got a problem

with a referee.

He's not taking the money.

He's fucking religious

or something.

Jesus Christ.

With Tommy away, you're in

charge of gambling, Arthur,

what shall we do?

"And this they said to him,

"that they may have some charge

to bring against him."

Arthur, this referee,

he's threatening

to go to the police...

"Jesus...

"...bent down,

"and with one finger,

he wrote on the ground..."

Arthur...brother...

...people are laughing at you.

So I just phoned

our holy referee again.

He basically told me

to fuck off.

Not even basically, actually.

He literally just told me to...

- ...to fuck off.

- Is that right?

So, do you know?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Do you know what he wrote

on the ground?

- Hmm?

- No.

- Do you know?

- No.

- You don't know, do you?

- No, I don't.

Billy, do you know

what he wrote on the ground?

- I...

- Hmm?

Do you know what Jesus wrote

on the ground?

He bent down,

and with one finger,

he wrote on the fucking ground.

Do you know?

Do you know what he wrote?

- Come on, Billy.

- No.

Arthur, what should we do?

Go and get me the referee.

Bring me the fucking referee.

I know she's here with us.

Always.

But still,

it's just you and me.

I thought it'd be good

if we were

in a different place.

I hate that house now.

I wish I could blow it up.

There was a time when we'd say

nothing afterwards

because we didn't have

to say anything.

Now we've got nothing left

to say.

There's business.

What business?

The American.

He's coming to Birmingham.

He's stopping over

on his way to Liverpool.

He's staying with us

tomorrow night.

Frances knows.

She's been making up a menu.

And then...

...we have to make a move.

Do you want to know

what that move is, Lizzie?

No.

I know enough.

Your book of regrets.

23, 24...

...52, 55.

The combination to the safe.

Regrets.

And I'm on there.

I'm on the list.

On the very top of the list.

Yep.

Yes, you are.

I regret marrying you, Lizzie.

Cos I've put you through

so much.

Put you through all of this.

Ruby.

Everything that is to come.

When you married me,

you married a man

and you married a curse.

You have shared my fate.

That is my regret.

But know this, Lizzie.

In this moment,

in this room...

...I love you.

You sound like

you're ticking a fucking box,

and I don't know

what's inside the box!

Never have you let me in...

...even though I know

the combination to the safe.

So this is him, is it?

The one who likes

to be fucking difficult, eh?

When I leave this place,

I'm going straight

to the police.

- You are?

- This man pointed a gun at me.

- Who, him there?

- Yeah.

Well, let's phone the police,

eh?

- Don't worry.

We'll have this sorted out

for you.

Hello?

Yes, get me the police.

Reports of a man

with a revolver on Watery Lane.

There you go.

And you ask for Inspector Moss.

Chief Superintendent Moss.

He's in charge of Watery Lane

and Bordesley Green.

That's right.

And you see this?

That's his betting credit

with us.

He makes a lot of money

from football matches...

...because we give him

the results before the match.

On Saturday afternoon,

you take this whistle,

and you blow.

You give a penalty

to Birmingham City

in the final minute.

The goalkeeper will let

the penalty go by him,

and Birmingham City will win

1-0.

All you got to do is...

No.

I won't do it.

If the police won't listen,

I'll go to the newspapers.

I'm not afraid.

I was in France.

Phone Tommy, Arthur.

You shut up.

I'm not phoning fucking Tommy.

I am dealing with this, OK?

- I'm leaving.

- You're going fucking nowhere.

It's time one of us stood up

to you people.

It's not right

what's been happening.

I will not take money to cheat.

Fucking hell.

In France, I ran at the wire...

...and I was not afraid.

I am not afraid.

I won't do a bad thing.

I've seen too many bad things.

A beating will make

no difference.

I know that, cos I can see it

in your fucking eyes.

Fuck him.

"In the bleak midwinter..."

Holy Mary, mother of God.

- Agh!

- Right, Billy Boy.

You've been in the family

long enough.

- No...

- Yeah.

It's time for you

- to get bloodied.

- Arthur, you can't.

Arthur, please...

You've been with us

long enough.

Fuck, Arthur. Jesus Christ.

I can't be that man,

Arthur, please!

Either two men die today,

Billy...or one.

You fucking decide.

- Hate him, Billy. Hate him.

- Please...

Try. You don't know him, Billy.

He's fucking laughing at you,

look.

Come on, hate him.

Look him in the eyes, man.

Look him in the eyes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Look him in the eyes.

I'm sorry...sorry.

Enough. Enough, enough, enough.

It's all right. Billy, Billy,

come on, come on.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

Look at you. Look...

Look at you, look.

Huh?

You're bloodied now, Billy.

You're bloodied now.

You're not going to heaven

no more.

They won't let you in.

Isiah,

you take him to the foundry.

You ask for Mr Patches,

all right?

You tell him we got some fuel

for the furnace.

Who the fuck are you?

- I hear...

- Please.

...you're the informant

inside the Shelby organisation.

And who the fuck I am...

...is the man you now work for.

Please, please.

I have something

I need you to do,

and I want to impress

upon you...

- ...to impress...

...upon you the seriousness

of my intent.

Cos, you see, I used to do

this kind of thing

for a living.

And sometimes

I kind of miss it.

Just like Mr Shelby,

I miss the...

...the wave of electricity

you get under your scalp.

I miss the taste like metal

on the tip of your tongue.

I'm about to give you

an instruction.

You do as I say,

you stay a man.

Fail, and I will send people

to serve your balls to you

on a china plate.

I'll do what you say.

A decision's been taken.

My associates are going

to take care of Tommy Shelby,

and you are going to give us up

his brother, Arthur.

- Do you understand?

Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! Please!

Only information leading

to the murder of Arthur Shelby

will save you

from an Italian death.

Cos it was the Italians

that taught me that

above God, above children,

above his wife

and above his mother...

...most of all,

a man loves his balls.

Hello, Arthur.

I think we should pray.

That's how we begin this.

You'd like to pray?

The prayer I've chosen

is the Act of Contrition,

Version 2.

So, you're Catholic now, Linda?

You're Catholic.

Quakers don't pray.

Bow your head, Arthur,

and close your eyes.

And recite the prayer.

You know it well

from when you were boy.

Oh, my mind's all dried up

with junk, though,

and shot full of fuck...

...shot full of holes.

Linda, please.

It's in there somewhere,

Arthur. It's like a song.

Yeah.

Somewhere.

Together, we'll find it.

Digging for the words

will help clean your soul.

I'll begin it.

Forgive me my sins, O, Lord,

forgive me my sins.

The sins of my youth.

The sins of my youth,

the sins of my age,

the sins of my soul.

The sins of my body.

The sins I know,

the sins I know not.

The sins I have concealed

for so long.

For so fu...

For so long.

Caught him stealing a car,

and he's got a stack of cash

from the betting shop.

Steal from who you want.

But don't steal from me.

Here you are.

Get a train

to wherever the fuck

you want to go. Get out.

- I don't ride trains.

- That a fact?

Well, Curly has

a two-wheeled wagon.

What am I, a tinker?

I need four wheels.

And a horse for the hills.

Which hills?

All of them.

All the hills of England.

Why do you want to leave?

I didn't take to that work

in the betting shop.

Well, you heard him, Charlie.

Get my dad's old four-wheeled

wagon and two strong ponies.

Right.

Curly! Get here.

Before you go,

do you want to know the truth

about yourself?

No. Who does?

Right, well,

I'm going to tell you.

That spring at Appleby Fair,

your mother stole

my watch and chain.

You're from a long line

of thieves.

The watch had the words

"Saxon Shore" carved in it.

Stole it meself from a drunk

when I was a kid.

I imagine she told you

your dad was the Duke

of the Saxon Shore. Well...

...I'm the Duke,

It was my watch.

I'm your father.

That's the truth.

When her dad found out,

he shot me in the chest

with a squirrel gun.

A scar and a stolen watch

and a story she made up.

That's all you need to know

about yourself

before you get on the road.

Esme tells me

the spirits favour you.

That the spirit is in you.

She tried to sell me like one

of those horses, didn't she?

How much did she pay for me?

I've no use for gold any more.

But if you are a horse,

you're in the right place.

Curly!

Curly, hurry up!

This boy has hills to climb.

I remember that watch.

Oh, yeah?

She used to wear it

over her heart.

We buried it with her.

Tom.

The old wagon's right

front wheel is fucked, Tom.

It's standing in the wet.

Put a new wheel on, Curly.

Yeah.

Fix wagons here.

Good families

come from the New Forest

to get their wagons fixed

and fresh horses

before the fairs.

Yeah. Yeah, I like it here.

I like it better than

that betting shop.

Why?

People.

People piss me off.

There are a lot of people

in that betting shop.

So far, here... What?

I've only counted two.

Mm-hm.

Charlie and Curly.

The rest is dogs and horses.

Curly's half horse himself.

Dogs are OK.

Horses are better than people,

mind you.

There's work here

for a man who knows horses.

Unknown.

I want to remain

completely unknown.

Well, you'd be

in the right place

for that as well.

No-one knows anyone here.

Hey, mister!

Save that wheel a minute.

Where would I stay?

Stables,

with the other stallions.

Now that Finn is married off,

plenty of girls round here.

Fathers are mostly unarmed.

I have a future for you, Duke.

You already have a son.

My business has two sides.

Light and dark.

I'll need someone for each.

And I'm dark, am I?

I've realised we don't get

to choose which one we are.

Dark knows dark.

And my affairs,

both light and dark...

...will need settling soon.

Curly!

Find a shovel for the Duke

of the Saxon Shore here.

Get him shovelling shit.

And put some petrol

in the boat.

I'm off to meet a lady

in Solihull.

Take a look at her.

Now imagine ten people

living on side.

Step on. Have a look inside.

I've had a response

from the Guinness Trust

about building

charitable housing

at two sites

along the canal network

between London,

Birmingham and Liverpool.

This lock here would be

the one of the sites.

I have the permission.

Just need the finance.

I know that you and your

husband, Bryan Guinness,

are estranged,

but I understand

you still have influence

in the Guinness family.

Your support might help them

make their decision.

Will you help me?

I've booked a suite in a hotel

a mile from here.

My chauffeur

will take us there.

You look quite the thing

dressed like that,

dressed like a working man.

They'll probably show you

to the coalhouse

to make your delivery.

Yep, they probably will.

Oswald has fucked your wife,

so my suggestion is

about balance and proportion.

It would be only fair.

Can I assume...

...I have your support?

This isn't about

charitable housing -

this is about changing

the world.

It's about a different kind

of trust.

Absolute trust.

We have important work

ahead of us.

It's much harder to lie

with your body

than with your words.

This, I have learnt.

Mostly,

I do whatever I want to do.

Sometimes,

I do things for the cause.

In this case, it's both.

Come.

In the interests

of absolute clarity,

that is simply

the English aristocracy's way

of shaking hands.

So...

...welcome.

If you do this thing...

...the possibility of war,

you have to consider.

It was the ambitions

and strategies of one man

that caused this.

There will be a war

in this family,

and one of you will die.

We need to leave early

to catch the first train

to Liverpool, yes?

Yep.

So we eat early, finish early.

You changed the combination

of the safe.

Why?

Have you got new secrets?

With the new business

at hand...

...there are some things...

...that I cannot share.

What things?

What are those tablets?

Doctor gave them me.

Painkillers?

- Yeah.

- What pain?

Any pain that comes, Lizzie.

When you're ready, I want you

to tell me everything

that's going on.

It's like the clock's

stopped ticking

and I'm waiting

for the bomb to explode.

We're in that quiet minute.

Tommy?

That's where we live now.

When I know everything...

...I will tell you everything.

Oh, no,

Gina's running wild, you see.

Harrods, dope, amphetamines,

lords and ladies,

you know, the whole

English aristocracy thing.

Fuck wine - whiskey.

Shelby, you having whiskey?

- I'll stay on wine.

- Fuck wine, more whiskey.

I'm celebrating.

Celebration, you know.

Getting off

this fucking island.

You see,

the thing with England,

the currency here,

it's not money.

Nah, you got bored of money

a long time ago.

Cos, you know,

anyone can have money,

you can fucking...

...you can fucking find money

in the mud.

You can forge money.

Mr Shelby, you can steal money,

am I right?

The currency here...

...it's blood.

And Mr Shelby knows that

better than all of them.

Blood here is like wine,

like the vintage wine

in that bottle.

It's the... It's the label,

it's the terroir,

it's the grape

that makes the wine.

Who fucking cares

about the glass around it?

And you, my friend,

you're an American.

You fucking...

...smash the glass,

you spill the blood

and you spend their currency

to get what you want.

Am I right?

When you come to America,

I will show you things.

You're going to America?

To Canada, Lizzie, to collect

payment for the shipment.

I need to do it myself.

And who will be going with you?

Michael will be there

to watch his back.

Another journey, Tommy?

$5 million, Mrs Shelby.

It's worth a little cruise,

don't you think?

You know whiskey does talk...

...Mr Nelson,

and sometimes whiskey is...

...very eloquent.

But $5 million, Mr Nelson...

...that is a legacy.

And when I come back,

I will know everything.

I see myself so clearly

in you, Thomas Shelby.

You are a man with a bright

and glittering future.

Mr Shelby, there's

a car coming up the drive.

A Rolls-Royce.

Were you expecting more guests?

No.

Excuse me.

We were on our way

to my constituency in Smethwick

and I heard our American friend

was in Birmingham

and that he was coming here,

so we came

to say one last farewell.

Champagne.

We have much to celebrate.

It isn't that I wasn't sure

Mr Shelby would give you

an excellent send-off,

I just felt, since telegrams

and wires and letters

can so easily be intercepted,

we might confirm

all that we've achieved

during your visit

over champagne.

It is remarkable

how quickly our relationships

have developed.

So many triangles in this room.

Everyone except from Mr Nelson

is the point of a triangle.

How am I part of a triangle?

Mr Nelson,

you have all that you came for?

I have confirmation

that the future of Europe

is in the hands

of men like yourselves.

And that urgent conversations

between Washington, Rome,

and of course Berlin

can now begin.

A two-week visit that may have

changed the course of history.

We all got what we wanted.

Yes.

And I got what I have wanted

from the moment

I set eyes on it.

Elizabeth,

you are a very lucky woman...

...to have each day

what I have only sampled once.

Forgive us, Mr Nelson,

that was a necessary bit

of housekeeping.

Thomas...

...we do so hate

to be indiscreet, but...

...we have told you

many times,

if you are to seek power

in these days

of shiny magazines

and society photographs,

sooner or later,

you will have to find a spouse

who's more suitable.

A woman with Lizzie's past

and personal history

really isn't suitable.

She doesn't deserve you,

Mr Shelby.

You know, the thing is,

Mosley...

...you're right.

You're right,

she doesn't deserve me.

She doesn't deserve what I am.

She doesn't deserve

what I will become.

What will you become?

Truth is, I belong here,

at this table,

with fuckers like you.

She doesn't.

For all I try to hide it...

...I'm just one of you.

Could there be a sadder ending,

eh?

I'm here on behalf

of your wife, Gina,

and Jack Nelson.

Mr Nelson's prepared

to get you out of here.

But first he needs an answer

to a question.

If the answer is yes...

...you'll be released.

If the answer is no...

...you'll stay.

I have consulted my mother.

Your mother's dead.

Nevertheless,

I have consulted her.

And yes.

When I'm released,

it is my intention

to kill Tommy Shelby.