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.

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.

Now look at me.

Look at me.

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Funding withdrawn.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.

You listen for my footsteps.