I know. I know. I stole your keys. Tuberculoma. In your brain.
Yeah. But I still have time to do what I need to do.
I don't need anyone to know, Arthur.
No, you don't, do ya? You don't need anything, do ya?
No, I don't need anything. I don't need anything. How long have we been dead for, eh? You and me. How long? At least now I'll have a certificate. Whatever it is, I'll get the drinks in and I'll wait for you.
Yeah. All them bullets that missed. It's funny Arthur. It's funny is what it is. So don't you fucking weep.
When everyone is taken care of financially I'll take myself away. On my own. I don't want anyone... Anyone who may or may not love me... to have to see me crawl or grow insane and helpless. That would be a cruelty to me and to them. By the time people know the truth, I will be gone.
I have some papers I need you to sign on behalf of the company.
I'm working with the housing minister. I will be allocating contracts, construction contracts, worth ten million pounds.
Some of the contracts I'll be allocating are with companies in which we have an interest--
Fuck you and your contracts.
So the Shelby Company Limited will continue to earn money. But mostly, Arthur, I'm doing it because it's a good thing. Building houses.
Yeah, for ordinary working people.
Yeah. Good for you. Fucking--
In the interest of a fairer future. Before that, I will be going to Canada to collect payment for the shipment. Five million pounds!
Which I will share among the Shelby family. And that will be my legacy. Instead of me, there will be money. Because for most of the people who are close to me, that is what I am! Fucking money. That is my agency.
Is that all you think you are, eh? Hmm? Stand up. You heard me. Stand up. On your feet. On your fucking feet.
On your feet, soldier. On your feet. Stand the fuck up! Come here!
Arthur! No! Enough! You hear me? Enough! Enough! Now you know. You tell no one else until I'm gone.
When the time comes, I'll call ya. I'll tell you where. It will be a wagon.
You light the flame. You bring Charlie and curly and no one else. Get drunk. Rake the ashes for silver and gold.
Fuck you! And your fucking plans! That time I did let you fucking win. John. Fuck you, John. Fucking both of ya.
Arthur. Arthur. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Let me see your eyes.
I'm clean, man. The dragons fucking gone. Thanks to you. Fucking thanks to you.
HSHayden Stagg
Apologies for the initial misunderstanding.
My brother dealt with it. [Hands Stagg money]. For the care you took.
HSHayden Stagg
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.
HSHayden Stagg
As a comrade.
The beating is still owed to you.
HSHayden Stagg
Do you still do that kind of work yourself, Thomas Shelby, MP.
Mr. Stagg, you see, I could use men like you. I have friends, that are in need of guns. Soon there will be a shipment of Thompson submachine guns, coming here from Boston. I need you to unload and store those weapons. There will also be ammunition, like this. [Hands Stagg a bullet with his name on it]. 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 am considering shifting my supply line to Liverpool. You'll be a very rich man. Don't you ever say thank you?
HSHayden Stagg
[Picks up the bullet]. Thank you.
HSHayden Stagg
Is that why you do it, Mr. Shelby? Is that why keep all this going? To help 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 around collecting "please" and "thank you" and "sorry" and "forgive me, Mr. Shelby." That what it's all for?
Want to know? Want to know why I've carried on... all these years. It's so I can do this [aims gun and cocks it at Stagg]. And then, do this [uncocks gun and lowers it]. Feel it?
HSHayden Stagg
I feel it.
Junk doesn't even come close. [sighs]. Soon, Mr. Stagg, when my last bit of business is done, I will indeed be an ordinary mortal man. You have a good day.
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.
JNJack Nelson
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... [scoffs] I'm just one of you. Could there be a sadder ending, eh? [Drinks whiskey]
Speak to me. Speak to me, Michael
MGMichael Gray
You killed her.
Polly made her own choices, Michael.
MGMichael Gray
No. No one close to you makes a choice without your opinion, Tom. Not Arthur, not me, not Ada. We can't escape you. Your lethal hand is always on our shoulders.
Polly was half of me. Still visits me in my dreams. She'll visit me no more. (Tommy shoots Michael).
ASAlfie Solomons
I smell the smell of roasting Irishmen. Oh yes, hello. I also smell the smell of tobacco. Which is forbidden in my presence for all except for one, my new wife, Edna. The Irish being rendered smoke and fat, I now own half of Boston. So, out of respect for my restored authority, put the fucking cigarette out now, Tommy.
Hello, Alfie. I heard it was a good wedding.
ASAlfie Solomons
Ya, it was actually. Thank you. Edna's from a family circus. So, after the ketubah and the old swapping of rings, and the smashing of glass, we left aboard elephants. Yeah. It was quite a thing. They had to shut down Camden High Street, and even the gentile, what normally fucking hate me, they waved with their hankies. Justice. And housekeeping. Long overdue. Yeah, look at that little cunt ascending, he is ascending to the heavens. Right in front of us. Before our very eyes. And I can see with this eye. I'm not blind. This eye is the eye of a dead man. Dead men can through life like it was a curtain that billows with the flicker of truth upon it. And I can see with this eye, Tommy, that your nephew is ascending and he will be forgiven. Unlike you, who, on judgment day, is probably truly fucked when the other shoe drops. Hmm? You all right, Tommy? How you keeping?
You know, Alfie, so many people, so many times, going to so much trouble to kill me. I'm fucking dying anyway.
ASAlfie Solomons
Well, we're all dying anyway.
No. Not a bullet, not a bomb, not a knife.
ASAlfie Solomons
It is clap? Is it clap?
ASAlfie Solomons
What are you trying to say? I'm about to sign over half of fucking Camden Town to you, as part of the deal, and you're saying you're going to die in your bed?
I'm not going to die in bed, Alfie. Who fucking dies in bed?
ASAlfie Solomons
Good people die in their bed, Tommy. Good people.
Good people. And yet here we are, Alfie. After all this time, just you and me. And I crossed the line. Michael... Polly... Ruby...
ASAlfie Solomons
Tommy, if you are about to express profound emotion, you might be better served expressing it to someone who gives a fuck. Or perhaps to somebody who is being paid to pretend to have to. Like a fucking nurse or a priest. Someone. And, as for death, speaking as someone who has been dead for a number of years, I can only heartily recommend it.
Well, Alfie, your opera is complete. Shall we go and witness the final act?
