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INT. TAILOR - DAY
We see an old-style tailor's shop, where CILLIAN MURPHY, dressed stylishly, is being measured by a TAILOR.
The door jingle-bell opens and a younger guy in a smart suit looks frantic.
YOUNGER GUY
Boss, we're in a turf war!
CILLIAN
With who?
YOUNGER GUY
You know! The rival gang!
CILLIAN nods and strides out the door. He and YOUNGER GUY are met with a barrage of gunfire. The TAILOR'S shop windows shatter and the TAILOR cowers.
CILLIAN and the YOUNGER GUY draw pistols and fire, and the rival gang's bloodied bodies litter the street.
A CIVILIAN turns the corner, noticing CILLIAN and the YOUNGER GUY who turn to her, and the CIVILIAN screams.
CIVILIAN
Oh! It's the Peaky Blinders crew!
The CIVILIAN runs off. CILLIAN affects a smart and dashing pose. The YOUNGER GUY glances up at CILLIAN.
YOUNGER GUY
Erm, what's next, boss?
CILLIAN
Let's drink or make moonshine, and make guns and sell drugs. But do it -
CILLIAN pouts.
CILLIAN
Stylishly.
YOUNGER GUY
Aye aye, gaffa lad tonka-truck.
CILLIAN
I'm a very good mob boss, but also very good looking.
CILLIAN and YOUNGER GUY walk into an alleyway, smoke and factory dust concealing them until we can see them no more.