Mr. Jones

Peaky Blinders 5×6

Winston Churchill: You prefer Irish to Scotch?
Tommy: Yes, Mr Churchill.
Winston Churchill: Irish over Scotch. Cigarettes over Havana cigars. And your mother was probably born in a tent.
Tommy: Grandmother in a tent. My mother on a narrow boat.
Winston Churchill: And always happy to give smart answers to men born better than you.
Tommy: A man needs to prove he is better than me rather than show me his birth certificate. You see, I don't have one, so they mean very little to me.

Winston Churchill: Do you dig your own garden, Mr Shelby?
Tommy: I have a gardener. In fact, I have three gardeners. Three generations of men with no ambition... who are happier than I will ever be.
Winston Churchill: Well, if you ask them, they will tell you that there are certain species of weed that no matter how much you tug at them, poison them, they continue to grow back. In the end, the only solution is to plough up the top soil, create a field of mud and blow up and burn the exposed tap roots.

Winston Churchill: I have no doubt that there was once a time in Flanders when you were under the ground and I was above it, both working to the same end. We are in the same exact situation here, in Westminster. Do what you have to do, Mr Shelby. And if you need anything, call me.

Tommy: There are some times, some nights... when I don't see the point of carrying on with any of it.
Winston Churchill: Oh. That old dance routine... I put out a cigar, and an hour later I want another. Sometimes, the bridge between hours is a fragile as that. But use it anyway... A tent. Then a boat. Then a house. Now a mansion. That's something. Isn't it?

Arthur: You remember, you tell this man about our family business... and it's his life you're risking. Cos people talk, Finn.

Polly: Let's drink to happier circumstances.

Michael: Here is my proposal... A full restructuring of the company. I will be managing director... and you can be nonexecutive chairman, but under an assumed name, to protect your reputation. I've found the name of a dead man. You will be registered as Mr Jones. You will each receive a percentage of the profits as an annuity, and you will no longer have to engage in any of the associated activities... Take a look at the future, Tommy.

Gina: Tell him the truth. Go on. He can take it.
Tommy: Tell me the truth, Michael.
Michael: The Americans don't want to deal with an old-fashioned, backstreet razor gang. Those days are done.

Tommy: You... You can tell your family...
Gina: Let me guess. Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders. Right?

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Tommy: All right, boys. A subsidiary meeting of the generation that actually do the work.

Aberama: So just... You're going to be up on the stage while this criminally insane gunman filled with cocaine takes aim at a man just a yard away from you?
Tommy: Welcome to the family, Aberama.

Tommy: Anyone who want to leave, leave now. Anyone who is tired of this old-fashioned, backstreet fucking razor gang can leave. Anyone who's tired can fucking stop.

Arthur: Don't look at Tommy. The ceiling would be cheaper, brother...

Tommy: Look at that, Arthur. Eh? Shaking like the hand of a normal man.

Alfie Solomons: I'll tell you something, Tommy, right? I sit all day every day in that chair, on that balcony, contemplating the fact, right, that life is so much easier to deal with when you are dead!

Alfie Solomons: Did you... did you look through the binoculars?
Tommy: Yeah.
Alfie Solomons: I watch ships. No two are the same. Yeah. That is how God sees us both, in his eyes.
Tommy: God, eh?
Alfie Solomons: Yeah, sort of. I mean, you know. Someone who's responsible for all this fucking mess.

Alfie Solomons: Are you going to shoot him because this man is evil?

Alfie Solomons: Since when did you need explanations, Tommy?
Tommy: Since I entered politics.
Alfie Solomons: Oh, that's right, yeah. And how has that been for you, Tom?
Tommy: Gangs, wars, truces... Nothing I didn't already know.

Alfie Solomons: So you think if you kill him, you... you will kill the message, yeah?
Tommy: I will kill the man, then I will kill the message.
Alfie Solomons: How much you paying?

Alfie Solomons: All right, then. Well, what now?
Tommy: I will continue... till I find a man that I can't defeat.

Polly: What about me?
Tommy: I'll do what I have to do, Pol.
Polly: Kill... and kill...
Tommy: It's the only way to make people listen.

Tommy: Did she say why?
Charlie: Nothing that made sense.
Tommy: Tell me the things that didn't make sense.
Charlie: She said it were the Gypsies made the nails for Jesus's cross. That's why we're cursed and restless.
Tommy: Yeah, go on.
Charlie: You have to move around or the guilt catches up with you.

Charlie: Suicide. Sometimes, these things run in the family... Fuck family, Tom. You just have to get on with it. You're a Gypsy. You have to move around, or it all catches up with you.

Oswald Mosley: Perish Judah.

Arthur: Shalom, my friends. Shalom... Show these fascist bastards no mercy, brothers. The Jew and the Gypsy united.

Jessie Eden: What's going to happen?
Tommy: I'm going to do a good thing. Whenever I do a good thing, innocent people get hurt. So go home.

Oswald Mosley: Mr McCavern?... Perish Judah.... No joke, Mr McCavern.
Jimmy McCavern: Perish Judah!

Barney: Them's that gone are the lucky ones. Them's that gone are the lucky ones.

Oswald Mosley: .... So here are our guiding principles. Every citizen shall serve the state. Not the banks, not factions... not the Jews!

Oswald Mosley: The barriers of class will be abolished and a greater Britain will be born of the national socialist and fascist creed!

Tommy: They knew everything. They knew fucking everything.

Tommy: It doesn't make sense. Doesn't make fucking sense. Who? Who? Who? The Chinese, the Italians... the Branch, Intelligence, McCavern, Mosley... Mosley knew nothing! He knew nothing! WHO?!

Tommy: Maybe I've found him, Arthur... the man I can't defeat.

Grace: It's all done. We can walk away from all of this. It's so easy. It's so soft. Such a small change...

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