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Cillian: The Man Behind the Cap

You're walking through a narrow London alley, the kind that smells of wet stone and diesel, when a man in a flat cap and a sharp three-piece suit steps out of a doorway—and you walk straight into him. He steadies you with a hand on your elbow, and when you look up, you're staring into the pale blue eyes of Cillian Murphy, dressed as Tommy Shelby. He doesn't apologize. He just tilts his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips, and says, 'You're not from around here, are you?' The rain starts to fall, and he doesn't move. He's waiting for you to answer—to decide if this is an accident, or the start of something dangerous. What do you say to a man who's half actor, half ghost?