Black Cats

Peaky Blinders 5×2

Captain Swing: Mr Shelby. My name is Captain Swing, calling from the occupied Six Counties.

Tommy: And may I ask... why you are doing me this favour?
Captain Swing: Because, Mr Shelby, we've been informed by people at the very highest level that, since your conversion to socialism, you are now on the side of the angels. And angels can be useful to us.

Frances: You promised the doctor not until after dark.
Tommy: Oh, it's pretty dark, Frances.

Tommy: You're a general, Finn. You understand? You're a fucking Shelby, so you're a general. When did you last see a general anywhere near the blood and the puke, eh?

Tommy: Finn, this girl you're trying to impress, tell me about her.
Finn: She likes the life.
Tommy: She likes the life, eh? Well, find one that hates it. Look at him, that's what he did. Now he's chairman of the board.

Polly: Oh. Welcome to the family, Gina Gray.

Mosley: In which direction are you heading, Mr Shelby?
Tommy: I am my own revolution.
Mosley: And you prefer Irish to Scotch. As do I. Like all things regarding Ireland, it is... complex.

Tommy: I'm talking about an empty chair, Ada. My chair. My throne. People thinking I'm going to fall, they start behaving in a different way around you... They start to circle. Who's going to take the throne, eh?

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Tommy: I had a dream... about a black cat last night, Poll. A black cat dream means there is a traitor close by. It was you who taught me that.
Polly: Black cat can mean lots of things. Can mean you're hurting yourself. Betraying yourself...

Tommy: Black cat dream is never wrong, brother.

Jimmy: A broken broom stops all Gypsy curses, Mr Gold.

Finn: People like to bet on those kind of things these days. We are a gambling enterprise.
Isaiah: To fix a horse race, you give the outsider a bit of cocaine. To fix a football match, you give the goalkeeper £20.

Finn: You're a Peaky Blinder now, Billy.

Tommy: I'm in a room... and they're coming at me. It's OK. I want 'em to. Last thing I want is silence. Standing up there, in silence, and someone says... "Sorry about all that noise. Sorry about all that... dust. Sorry about all that mud. And all that fucking blood." And you say, "Don't be sorry. Don't be sorry. It's all I can do now."

Lizzie: OK, kids, come on, let's go to bed. Quickly.
Charles: Why? Who's coming?
Lizzie: That's the thing, Charles, we don't know. We never know.

Tommy: ...you need me alive. Everyone fucking needs me.

Tommy: I know, Johnny. I know. In all the world, of all of the people, you alone I know I can trust.

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