MOTHER SUPERIOR: You wanted to speak
to us, Mr Shelby? Yeah. All of us? Yeah. At 6.30 in the morning? Yes. We don’t smoke in here.
Well, I fucking do. Nor do we use language. Nor do we find fault in the
innocent. Yet you do. You fucking do. May I ask what this meeting is
about? The Grace Shelby Foundation is the
biggest single source of funding for this charitable institution, devoted to the care of the orphaned girls of south Birmingham, yeah? For which we give thanks. Uh-huh. I have a temper similar to the one
described in that report. Yet, unlike you,
I wait until I’m matched in size. Whose report? The testimony of children. Who have they spoken to? You’d have them only speak to God.
God be their witness. There is God,
and there are the Peaky Blinders. This is Sparkhill, we’re in Small
Heath. We are much, much closer at hand
than God. And we have heard terrible things. We have, in this place,
children of the worst sort. They lie as easily as breathe. You had a child half black. You made her wash with a different
soap. Mr Shelby, your own sins are legend. THOMAS: Our sins… Our sins against the beating of
children with bricks and hoses. Our sins. Our sins… ..against the black child
who hanged herself for fear of your temper. I do not see how… You do not see! Now put ’em on. Put ’em on your face, or it’ll be your eyes that are
broken. Please don’t imagine that I won’t
use this minute to do it, or that I am afraid of your prayers or your crosses. You see the world broken. Like those beaten children will. THOMAS: Now look at me. Look at me. HE EXHALES HE SHOUTS
Look at me! Funding withdrawn. All children to be taken
into our own institutions. You have no say in where the
children… If I come for you, and I still might yet decide
to come for you, I will wear high heels
so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones,
and have time to repent. BELL TOLLS You listen for my footsteps.