Previously on Peaky Blinders: Tommy nearly gets Grace raped, Arthur cuts off a gypsy’s ear and Taigkiller Campballs demands Fred the Red on a platter. If there’s one thing Tyson Fury, the feature length documentary Knuckle and sundry shite in a bucket Internet callout videos have taught us it’s that if you play with gentlemen of Traveller extraction then they will be back at you in force – mob handed and out for blood. You would think Tommy would know this but so intent is he on expanding the gang’s business onto the racecourses he only has tunnel vision for that. The Gypsy Lees burst into the betting shop and fuck it right up leaving a hand grenade in Tommy’s car. It nearly gets young Finn blown to shite and forces Tommy into a sitdown with gypsy matriarch Ma Lee when he reveals he’s planning to double cross rapey Billy Kimber. He just loves making things complicated for himself this one.
In a tale of the totally predictable Campballs pisses in Tommy’s ear about the stolen guns and Freddie Thorne. They had a deal, ‘member? Campballs fears revolution but he fears the wrath of Winston Churchill more. Tommy washes the salty urine out of his lughole to offer him Stanley Chapman – a bigger Commie fish. Campballs takes the Chapman bait and gives his word that Freddie and Ada will get safe passage out of Birmingham (he has his fingers crossed while promising of course). Should he get the sack behind this guns bullshit he tells Tommy “I would do things that would shame the devil”. That will include killing Tommy, his brothers and sister and throwing young Finn to the baby rapists in prison. Seems fair enough – losing your job in this economy? Doesn’t bear thinking about.
That will include killing Tommy, his brothers and sister and throwing young Finn to the baby rapists in prison. Seems fair enough.
This week finds Secret Agent Grace nosing around the Blinder’s illegal business and to reward her endeavours Tommy wants to make her his classy assistant number bod. He’s a bit suspicious of her but he makes out with her in the church to seal the deal anyway. Nicely honey trapped, Grace.
We haven’t dealt much with John Shelby, widowered by the war, single father to four kids but now that we do he has some wonderful news. He’s getting married again! Everyone is delighted for him. Who’s the lucky girl, John? It’s Lizzie Stark *record needle scratch*
He’s getting married again! Everyone is delighted for him. Who’s the lucky girl, John? It’s Lizzie Stark *record needle scratch*
Whoa, pump your breaks. Skanky Slutbox Stark the former prostitute? This is 1919, sex worker is not the respectable profession it is in 2013 that can get you a book deal and entire career cunting off about how great it was to suck cock for a living. There’s quite a stigma about it. And, BTW, FYI, she’s not quite as former as she makes out, at least that’s Tommy’s suspicion and he should know – he was banging her for 2 years. That girl really loves the cock. Give her that. No really give her that. She cannae get enough.
This is 1919, sex worker is not the respectable profession it is in 2013 that can get you a book deal and entire career cunting off about how great it was to suck cock for a living.
To kill two turds with one stone Tommy arranges a marriage between John and a crazy gypsy broad. It will end the war with the Lees and stop John moping around after the brass. It turns out she’s something of a looker so everyone has a Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. Ada’s so excited she gives birth to a filthy communist cross breed. Congratulations Freddie – it’s a pinko. Regrettably the coppers spoil the baby shower and drag Freddie off by his cock to be bugged and tortured in Winson Green. Sounds harsh but as recently pointed out all Marxists hate Britain, life and themselves.
See Tommy and see Freddie – the same side of a different cunt. What is a gang if not a union and what a union if not a gang?
See Tommy and see Freddie – the same side of a different cunt. Both are leaders, both seek a better world for their loved ones. What is a gang if not a union and what a union if not a gang? I don’t know but I think we’re about to find out.
The verdict: Gypsy blowse.
Marks out of 10: 7