Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, I must go.
- I see. - It's there. Right.
Now, when I came in here, Mr Solomons,
The Epsom Derby, Pol. We'll be drinking with the bloody King.
mate, I trust you. That's that. Done.
That's far too little.
- Lizzie, I know what I said. - Yeah, you know.
I decided to use you men because I couldn't trust
Nearly got fucking everything!
I just need you to isolate him, is all.
Come on, Tommy.
What are you doing?
I could have phoned him and lied, but I didn't.
If we're gonna take him down, might as well make it there.
- To the Small Heath Rifles. - Small Heath Rifles.
If I get back.
and the certainty of salvation.
He's been taken care of.
Because today, there will be no coppers around to lift you.
Me. They will be looking for me.
How wrong I was about her.
I've told the coppers that you're a fucking gypsy racketeer Peaky Blinder.
No, I'm afraid Mr Shelby is in London.
you'd take the money and go.
A very good day, sir.
I laid a hand grenade on one of your barrels,
Or perhaps she'll whore for you,
Whatever happens today, it was good.
Toffs at the races are the worst, you know that.
- With your pen. - I understand.
So all you have to do is sign the fucking contract.
See, I've had my lawyer draw this up...