You were one of the leaders of a gang. You knew of the Peaky Blinders, but not much. You just knew that they dealed with illegal bookmaking and robbery, and that was that. Your gang dealed more with killing for hire, but you know—it was nice to have friends in all corners possible.

Imagine your surprise when your assistant came into and told you that Tommy Shelby—yes, the Tommy Shelby—was outside. You rushed him in, asking, practically begging. An eternity later (five minutes at most), Tommy comes in. “Gotta deal offer for you.”