Black Shirt

Peaky Blinders 6×2

Lizzie: No escape.
Tommy: We will escape, Lizzie. One last deal to be done...

Tommy: It'll be difficult. Difficulties are to be expected. This is why I must move from item to item.

Lizzie: Do you feel that? Do you feel anything? You know, you talk as if you're watching everything on a screen.
Tommy: When we go home. When we go home, we'll give the kids to Frances, and then you and me will go to bed.
Lizzie: And I will be the next item. That's how it feels now, Tommy.

Tommy: It is four years... one month and six days since I had a drink. My head is clear. I am myself.

Tommy: We're going to keep going till the Boston business is done. Then we rest. Then we Peaky Blinders fucking rest.

Laura McKee: You both have reasons to hate me and to want to seek revenge for the killing of--
Arthur: Sh. Gypsy tradition. We do not mention the name of the dead in company.
Tommy: Laura McKee, in the Shelby family, business comes before issues of vengeance. Our beloved departed would understand and approve.

Laura McKee: ... I heard from many reliable sources that you have a reputation for moral turpitude.
Tommy: "Moral turpitude"... It's a good name for a racehorse.
Laura McKee: You don't know what it means?
Tommy: I know what it means. It means you fuck people. Fuck people over. Don't give a fuck. It means you covet and steal and burn all principles for the sake of self-interest.

Tommy: Jack Nelson's coming to London. Officially, he's coming to buy liquor import licenses. Unofficially, he's on a fact-finding mission. He's come to measure the strength of support for fascism in Britain. He'll report back to the President.
Laura McKee: And how does that help us?
Tommy: In this letter to his son, Jack Nelson expresses strong support for fascism. In this letter to a friend in Berlin, he says some, erm, interesting things about Jews... He's not coming to Europe to find facts. He's coming to find proof that fascism will prevail. ...

Laura McKee: I thought you were a socialist.
Tommy: Well... since I've entered politics, I've learned that the line doesn't go out from the middle to the left and the right. It goes in a circle. I'll show you...

Tommy: You go far enough left, eventually you'll meet someone who has gone far enough right to get to the same place. Working-class socialists like me, working-class nationalists like you. The result? National Socialism. And that's me, in the middle. Just a man trying to make an honest living in a very dark world.

Tommy: When Jack Nelson comes to London, I can give him access to Oswald Mosley and to Fascist sympathisers in the House of Commons and the House of Lords, on both sides of the divide. Fascism is quite the thing... among the very best people. And with your help, I can also offer him Dublin.
Laura McKee: And you think this will allow us to ship our merchandise to Boston?

Tommy: All you have to do is sit with Jack Nelson and talk to him about a new "golden age" and let him put a pin in the map of Ireland for the President of the United States.

Tommy: So, Laura McKee... are you going to help me change the world?
Laura McKee: Mr Shelby, this meeting is not what I expected.
Ada: Never is.
Tommy: Is that a yes or a no?
Laura McKee: My answer's yes.
Ada: The answer's always yes.

Tommy: Polly would approve. Beneath all the gold and diamonds, and fucking, fucking mink and lace, she was a solid Socialist.

Ada: Fuck, opium and presidents!
Tommy: Ada, if you don't want to help me carry the bucket... then I wouldn't blame you. But this is my mission. And I will have no limitations.

Ada: Where are you, Tom? Hm? My big brother? You know you used to stop sometimes and laugh. Do you even remember this place? You walk into the Garrison like a stranger and you sip fucking water.
Tommy: But I'm alive, Ada.
Ada: Yeah... And you're still looking for trouble big enough to kill you. Well... I think you might have found it.

Alfie: I always thought that opera was just fat people fucking shouting.
Tommy: Yeah. What do you think now?
Alfie: I think the sound of a tenor in full passion reminds me of the crying out of Italian soldiers when they had my bayonet inside them. Ever since my own death, I have been somewhat haunted by it.

Tommy: What I was told, Alfie... is that you have withdrawn and that you spend your days alone... obsessing about opera singers.
Alfie: Opera's not fucking singing, is it? It's not singing. It is the sound that people make before words.

Alfie: What, do you sense weakness in the Israelite?
Tommy: Not a sense of weakness, no, Alfie... A certain knowledge of it.

Alfie: Why would you sell?
Tommy: The Irish are being difficult. The Italians are not an option. Also, Alfie, you are my friend...
Alfie: Pay you with credit?
Tommy: No.
Alfie: Oh.
Tommy: I will take property. You own half the warehouses in Camden. I would take them and knock them down, build houses for the needy and the deserving.
Alfie: Oh.

Alfie: The Irish have always been difficult, Tommy, ain't they? For about fucking 700 years... You know that I once saw an Irishman arguing with the statue of Oliver Cromwell in Parliament Square. The argument went on for quite a while, actually. It went into the night and his little voice echoed all around the Houses of Parliament as he got more and more angered at Oliver Cromwell's reluctance on what to answer his legitimate questions. So angered, in fact, that eventually he punched the statue on the nose and broke his fucking hand... And there it is, y'know. The Irish question, innit. How come you can remember so much about what happened 200 years ago, but you just can't remember what fucking happened last night?

Gina: ... And don't worry about Tommy Shelby. I have no interest in a dead man.

Gina: Because we trust each other. Hm.

Diana Freeman-Mitford: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight he has truly earned your adulation. The future Prime Minister of this great country, Sir Oswald Mosley!

Tommy: Officially Jack Nelson is in London to buy import licences.
Oswald Mosley: And unofficially, he's Roosevelt's envoy.
Tommy: Well, as you can see from this private letter, he is far from a neutral point of view... Look at the bottom of the second paragraph.
Diana Freeman-Mitford: "Individually Jews are fine but as a race they stink." Hm. Elizabeth, do you even know why the bridge to President Roosevelt is so important?

Jack Nelson: What made you angry?
Tommy: Slowness in anything. I wanted to have everything already.

Jack Nelson: First man I killed was a priest. You?
Tommy: A Prussian boy with green eyes, he was already underground.
Jack Nelson: When did you last kill a man, Mr Shelby?
Tommy: Four years ago. His name was Tommy Shelby. He drank whisky.

Tommy: I recently read a report by the Vatican, actually, which said that whisky disproportionately kills more of our Catholic brothers and sisters, whereas opium is the sedative more often chosen by Protestants and atheists.

Jack Nelson: You are a brave man, Mr Shelby. A war hero, I hear. Every war hero I ever met, they're just someone who wanted to get themselves killed...

Tommy: Madonna, put me through to the number I gave you for Esme Shelby Lee.

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