Lock and Key

Peaky Blinders 6×6

Lizzie: You ARE cursed, Tommy. Never to understand the limits that other people will accept. Never to be allowed in where everybody else is. A curse never to be lifted.

Charlie: Mum, I'll come with you. I'd rather be with you. Wherever it is. You're not my mum... but you're more my mum than he's my dad. He's never here.

Tommy: Charlie, you can take him, eh? They have stables at this new place. After a while, he'll... He'll listen to you. He'll forget about Ruby. That's how horses are.

Charlie: Dad... Where will you go?

Uncle Charlie: Arthur tells me when they were taking care of some business at the betting shop, you ran away.
Duke: It was unfair.
Uncle Charlie: Fairness is not a soldier's concern. You do what you do.
Duke: I already have done. Fair and square. I have killed a man.
Uncle Charlie: Tommy's always right...

Uncle Charlie: Just one more thing we need to know about you... Can you keep a secret?

Arthur: You don't need anything, do you?
Tommy: No, I don't need anything. I don't need anything. How long have we been dead for, eh? You and me, how long? At least now I'll have a certificate. Wherever it is, I'll get the drinks in and I'll wait for you.

Tommy: When everyone is taken care of financially, I will take myself away. On my own. I don't want anyone... anyone who may or may not love me... to have to see me crawl... or grow insane and helpless. It would be a cruelty to me and to them. By the time people know the truth, I will be gone.

Tommy: ... £5 million!
Arthur: Oh, five fucking million?
Tommy: Which I will share among the Shelby family. And that will be my legacy. Instead of me, there will be money. Because for most of the people who are close to me, that is what I am! Fucking money. That is my agency.

Tommy: Oh, and, Finn, by the way, please explain to, erm, what's her name?
Finn: Mary.
Tommy: Mary?
Finn: Yes.
Tommy: Is it Mary? Please explain to Mary that you are a Shelby. It says it here on the back of your watch... Have a look, Shelby. Look. This means you own the watch, the watch doesn't own you. The clock strikes six when you fucking tell it to. Have a whiskey. Enjoy the party, boys.

Michael: Do you want a fucking bloodbath, Gina? I know about the new boy. I've decided that the illegitimate son is not a threat. My decision. Only Arthur.
Gina: Michael, baby... everything's been agreed. Everybody wants the same things.

Gina: Deep down, Arthur and Tommy want to be dead anyway. On Sunday, we'll just... give them what they want.

Tommy: And to answer your question... No. No, I'm not upset that my wife left me. And, yeah, if you want to fuck, I'll fuck. But you'll have to cross the floor cos I refuse to fuck on Tory benches.

Oswald Mosley: Mr Shelby. I was going to have this delivered to you, but I decided to bring it in person. It's an invitation to mine and Diana's wedding. It's in Berlin. We're going to get married in the presence of the Fuhrer himself.

Michael: My name is not fucking Mickey, there is no fucking God, and Tommy will be here.

Finn: Why don't you turn the fucking lights on, eh?
Duke: Well, there's no longer any power in the house of Thomas Shelby.

Duke: We can do whatever we want in this house. It's got a death sentence.

O'Donnell: It's just a pity you didn't have the guts to shoot him face to face.
Michael: My mother was a Gypsy. She saw the future. She always said it won't be a bullet that'll kill Tommy Shelby.

Duke: You are no longer a member of this Shelby family. By order of the Peaky fucking Blinders.

Arthur: Her name was Elizabeth Gray. She was my Aunt Polly. My Aunt Polly.
Laura McKee: Vengeance is for the Lord...
Arthur: Not in Small Heath, it ain't.

Michael: You killed her.
Tommy: Polly made her own choices, Michael.
Michael: No... No-one close to you makes a choice without your opinion, Tom. Not Arthur, not me, not Ada. We can't escape you. Your lethal hand is always on our shoulders.

Michael: Mum... it's done. It's over. And may God forgive me.

Alfie: All right, Tommy? How are you keeping?
Tommy: You know, Alfie... so many people, so many times going to so much trouble to kill me. I'm fucking dying anyway.
Alfie: We're all dying anyway.
Tommy: No. Not a bullet, not a bomb, not a knife.
Alfie: Is it clap? Is it clap?
Tommy: No, not even that noble.

Alfie: Are you saying you're just going to die in your bed?
Tommy: I'm not going to die in bed, Alfie. Who fucking dies in bed?
Alfie: Good people die in their bed, Tommy. Good people.
Tommy: Good people, eh?
Alfie: Hmm.
Tommy: Good people... And yet here we are, Alfie, after all this time, just you and me.

Tommy: Well, Alfie, your opera is complete. Shall we go and witness the final act?

Tommy: Well, at least I can say that, er... I am one of those rare politicians who actually makes good on his promises. Country estate, requisitioned to make way for houses for working people. I improved my own home with good intentions and 1,500lb of dynamite.

Tommy: I'd like to raise a toast. A simple toast. To family... Sometimes it is shelter from the storm. Sometimes it is the storm itself.

Ada: Tommy, you tell me right now, where are you going?
Tommy: You have to carry the bucket on your own this time, Ada.
Ada: Tommy, you come to me with everything. You always come to me.
Tommy: Not this time. Not this one, sister.

Tommy: In the bleak midwinter...

Tommy: I'm guessing you people all decided that the only person who could ever kill Tommy Shelby is Tommy Shelby himself.

Tommy: The eleventh hour. Armistice. Peace at last. Peace at last...

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The Road to Hell

Peaky Blinders 6×5

Tommy: I would like a pot of green tea. Please.

Tommy: You tell the pub and cafe owners in Montague Street... if there is any further trade in powder, there will be no more Montague Street. I will have it demolished and replaced by apartments. By order of Birmingham Urban District Council.

Tommy: Everyone... this here is Erasmus.
Duke: Nobody calls me that.
Tommy: They call him Duke.

Tommy: There are some mistakes I've made... that I can never address... and some I can. Some wounds I can try to heal.
Lizzie: And new wounds you can open up.
Tommy: Anyway... that's the business of the day.
Ada: Is it too early for whisky?

Arthur: There you go. Shelby breakfast for you, son.
Duke: I don't drink. And I'm not a Shelby, all right? I'm a Duke.

Tommy: Arthur, open up the shop, put the kid here on the blackboard, writing up the odds.
Duke: I can't write.
Tommy: Put the kid on the blackboard, wiping off the chalk.

Tommy: Soon, Mr Stagg... when my last piece of business is done... I will indeed... be an ordinary mortal man. You have a good day.

Tommy: I know she's here with us.
Lizzie: Always.
Tommy: But still, it's just you and me.

Lizzie: There was a time when we'd say nothing afterwards because we didn't have to say anything. But now we've got nothing left to say.

Jack Nelson: Only information leading to the murder of Arthur Shelby will save you from an Italian death. Cos it was the Italians that taught me that above God, above children, above his wife and above his mother... most of all, a man loves his balls.

Linda: It's in there somewhere, Arthur. It's like a song. Somewhere. Together, we'll find it. Digging for the words will help clean your soul. I'll begin it... Forgive me my sins, oh, Lord, forgive me my sins. The sins of my youth.
Arthur: The sins of my youth, the sins of my age, the sins of my soul.
Linda: The sins of my body.
Arthur: The sins I know, the sins I know not. The sins I have concealed for so long. For so fu... For so long.

Tommy: Before you go, do you want to know the truth about yourself?
Duke: No. Who does?

Tommy: Well... I am the Duke, it was my watch. I am your father. That's the truth. When her dad found out, he shot me in the chest with a squirrel gun. A scar and a stolen watch and a story she made up. That's all you need to know about yourself before you get on the road.

Tommy: I have a future for you, Duke.
Duke: You already have a son.
Tommy: My business has two sides. Light and dark. I'll need someone for each.
Duke: And I'm dark, am I?
Tommy: I have realised we don't get to choose which one we are. Dark knows dark. And my affairs, both light and dark... will need settling soon.

Tommy: Curly? Find a shovel for the Duke of the Saxon Shore here. Get him shovelling shit.

Diana Freeman-Mitford: In the interests of absolute clarity, that is simply the English aristocracy's way of shaking hands. So... Welcome.

Lizzie: When you're ready, I want you to tell me everything that's going on. It's like the clock's stopped ticking and I'm waiting for the bomb to explode. We are in that quiet minute. Tommy?...
Tommy: That's where we live now.

Oswald Mosley: She doesn't deserve you, Mr Shelby...
Tommy: You know the thing is, Mosley... you're right. You're right, she doesn't deserve me. She doesn't deserve what I am. She doesn't deserve what I will become.
Jack Nelson: What will you become?
Tommy: The truth is, I belong here, at this table. With fuckers like you. She doesn't. For all I try to hide it... I'm just one of you. Could there be a sadder ending, eh?

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Sapphire

Peaky Blinders 6×4

Tommy: We could have afforded a golden carriage. She deserved a golden carriage. But we didn't afford ourselves that luxury... Because gold doesn't work. That was the last lesson that Ruby taught us.

Tommy: The devils who did this will pay, Ruby.

Arthur: The junk, Tom... fucks you up your mind.
Tommy: You know, Arthur. You was already fucked up. You was fucked up since you were a kid. This is my theory. It's from that time I gave you a beating when you were 12 and I was nine. We were fighting over cigarettes. Maybe when I had you down on the ground, I gave you one too many to the head.

Tommy: You'll stop. You'll stop cos the family needs you to. It's like that long tunnel on the Dudley stretch. You remember Dudley canal, line number one? 3,172 yards of fucking pitch blackness and rats swimming.
Arthur: Yeah.
Tommy: Then we'd come round that corner and there'd be a shaft of light. And then we'd know.
Arthur: Yeah.
Tommy: And you and me would both know it was nearly done. That's where we are now, Arthur. Just a few more yards to go. Then you'll change your ways. And I'll change the fucking world.

Oswald Mosley: Darling, should she sing her rebel IRA song, while we wait or would that be inappropriate?
Diana Freeman-Mitford: You know I went to a meeting of similar intent to this in Berlin. Attended by the Chancellor himself... and Goering and Himmler. It lasted until the sun came up. We spoke about the future of the world in a serious way. When the first rays of light entered the room, we all stood and stared at it, as if it were the world to come. There was no singing, no giggling. And when breakfast was served on the terrace, overlooking the mountains, they brought up some Jews. And while we ate our eggs, they were forced to eat grass. And we watched as we sipped our coffee... We should all remember this is serious business.

Jack Nelson: It's me who has the ear of the President of the United States. Which is kind of why I'm here, right?
Oswald Mosley: We do, indeed, have things for you to whisper into the President's ear--
Diana Freeman-Mitford: Tell him we are England. We are the mood England is in. Laura McKee: And in Ireland, appeasers to the English abound but we represent the true liberated spirit of the country that... populated your own.

Jack Nelson: I hear about communists in both places...
Diana Freeman-Mitford: We are the bulwark against them.
Laura McKee: When it comes to the working class, we could move our people from Republicanism... to Fascism with just a nudge. They trust us.

Oswald Mosley: Prove it to him. Prove it physically... Perish Judah.
Tommy: ... Perish Judah.

Karl: At school, they've stopped talking to me. They say the black rubs off... When they come to power, they'll take her off you. They're going to separate us all out. They'll send her to Africa.
Ada: Yeah? And where will they send you? Where will they send you, Karl? You're half Gypsy, so... to Egypt maybe? Something I never told you before... because it wasn't important. Maybe now, it is... Your dad was Jewish. He was the son of a tailor in Stechford. They changed their name to Thorne to stop the bricks coming through the window. So, where will they send you, Karl?

Tommy: I'm typing up my recollection of the meeting. If I... if I do it straight away, I can quote people word for word. The information is more... useful to Mr Churchill if it is word for word.

Gina: How did you know I'd come here?
Tommy: I know things. I read people's minds, you know. Little glances across tables. It's a gift.
Gina: The whole family... witches and sorcerers.

Gina: ... And if I lie?
Tommy: I will know.

Gina: You know Michael thinks you're the devil... and I think he might actually be right.
Tommy: That was the other reason I came here. What are Michael's real intentions toward me, Gina? And if you lie, I will know.
Gina: Tommy... he intends to complete the deal. And then, you both walk away...... Fuck.

Tommy: How bad will it get?

Tommy: How long?

Tommy: I want an answer. ... How long before I need people around me, who love me very much?

Doctor Holford: I will telephone you, when I get back to London.
Tommy: No, I don't have enough time. You're an accountant, give me a fucking number now.
Doctor Holford: ... One year. Perhaps 18 months.
Tommy: That's fine. That's all I need to know. I will adjust my finances accordingly. Thank you.

Lizzie: Something serious?
Tommy: No, no, just a... just a bill I wasn't expecting and I... I'll have to pay it.

Tommy: Not a devil... just an ordinary mortal man.

Tommy: Polly. Just give me enough time to do what I have to do.

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Gold

Peaky Blinders 6×3

Lizzie: My husband is very sorry... My husband is very sorry and he is calm now. He is recovering from addiction. Sometimes...
Tommy: Sometimes... he's a horse in a crate, kicking the crate. It's just the crate I'm kicking. I'm sorry.

Lizzie: Gold salts. Salt with 37% gold. They say it helps, but it will make her more sick at first.

Tommy: You can try gold, I will try something else...

Tommy: Ada. Listen to me. I need you to be me in London...

Ada: Your husband is a member of the Guinness family, I believe. They do a lot of good work on behalf of the poor.
Diana Freeman-Mitford: The poor who are only poor because they spent so much of their income on Guinness. Please.
Ada: I think the causes of poverty are a little more complex than that.
Diana Freeman-Mitford: Yes. I believe it is to do with genetics...

Diana Freeman-Mitford: Ada. Before the dreary business of changing the world begins, I want you to know something. When the time comes for the great cleansing, I myself will personally argue the case that the Jews must be dealt with, but that the Gypsies should be spared.
Ada: Huh.

Esme Shelby-Lee: I don't have a man. What use is a man? A horse pulls the wagon. A dog keeps me safe. A cat keeps me warm at night. And if anybody's going to give you trouble, Tommy Shelby... it'll be me.

Jack Nelson: You're the sister.
Ada: Yes, it seems I am indeed the sister.
Jack Nelson: I did some research. You were a Communist once, but diamonds and lipstick now.
Ada: Actually, I'm a Socialist.

Jack Nelson: It's amazing what English upper class women can do with just skin, bone and arrogance.

Jack Nelson: Michael told me the sister had gone straight.
Gina: Yes, but her brother is the sun, and the rest just orbit around him.

Jack Nelson: Gina tells me lots of things, but I want to hear it from you, Ada. What exactly does the Shelby Company Limited do?

Isiah: What do you say, Arthur?
Arthur: I say big-time boys don't ask for permission.

Arthur: Let me tell you something. Any man, any fucking man who looked like this before... they're Peaky Blinder. Peaky Blinder still looks like this. After.

Tommy: I would like to make amends.
Esme Shelby-Lee: You want to lift every curse anyone has ever put on you? That's a lot of lifting.

Esme Shelby-Lee: Tommy. Perhaps the treatment will work and your daughter will live. It's science. Science is winning everything these days. Even against the angels...

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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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Black Day

Peaky Blinders 6×1

Lizzie: You're not even a soldier any more, Tommy. You didn't check your weapon. You're not a soldier, you're a coward.

Captain Swing: ... Also, you should know that saving Mosley's life wasn't our only intervention last night. We've made some changes to the structure of your organisation...

Captain Swing: Please be aware, Mr Shelby, that the deaths of your people... are your own responsibility... because you consistently fail to understand your own limitations.

Bartender: You want a drink?
Tommy: I'll have a glass of water, please.

Tommy: No. I ordered water because I no longer drink alcohol of any kind.

Tommy: Before this goes any further, please let me explain... I will not drink your toast cos four years ago, I forswore alcohol... Since I foreswore alcohol, I've become a calmer and more peaceful person. Sometimes, in moments of personal conflict... I can resort to me old ways. If this were to happen now, it would indeed be a black day in Miquelon.

Tommy: You know, Michael, when you're dealing with a very powerful enemy, taking revenge sometimes requires time. You have to... pick your moment. That moment will come.

Tommy: Gentlemen, today is the last day of prohibition. But rather than see it as the end of something, I believe that, for men like us, it can present... a new beginning. A new opportunity.

Tommy: ...now that whisky is about to become legal, the trade will fall back into the hands of capitalists from New York, Boston and Toronto. But... when one door closes... another one opens. We can take advantage of the systems that are in place on Miquelon Island and offer selected boat crews the opportunity to carry on working. But this time with a different cargo...

Tommy: You know, since we last met, Michael... well, I've become a better man. I now realise that whisky is just fuel for the loud engines inside your head.
O'Donnell: Catch yourself on! What is this guy, a fuckin' poet? Eh?
Tommy: Oh, I do read poetry, but I don't yet write it.

O'Donnell: Good boy... Now, give us all a poem before we go.
Tommy: Want to hear a poem?.. Want to hear a poem?.. What about you, Brainbox?

Tommy: I was angry with my friend
     I told my wrath, my wrath did end
     I was angry with my foe
     I told it not... my wrath did grow.
It's from The Poison Tree by William Blake. You won't have heard of him.

Tommy: Beware the man with a bleeding heart tattoo with "Maria" written in red... Have a good day, gentlemen.

Ada: Come on, Lizzie, he'll be on holiday. Being away might change him.
Lizzie: Even on holiday, Ada... even on top of a rocky mountain, he'll be the same way he's been since Polly died. No more Polly, no more whisky, no more Tommy.

Tommy: He's a very powerful, very impressive man. I've only seen photographs - when he was young, police mug shots, and, more recently, in high-society magazines. I think this represents progress.

Gina: Go home, boy. Bye-bye, Mr Shelby.

Tommy: ...then I'll get this business done, you get here with the children, and then no more. And it'll just be us and the clean air out in the west. I've found a place in the mountains. There'll be snow. Tell Ruby, tell Ruby I'll build her a snowman.

Lizzie: When she was delirious, she kept saying these Gypsy words, er... "Tickner maura, tickner maura, o beng, o beng," over and over again.
Tommy: What? Lizzie, what...? What did you say? What did Ruby say?

Tommy: All right, I'm coming home.

Michael: So, you didn't learn. When my mother died at the hands of your ambition, you didn't learn your limitations.
Tommy: I have no limitations.

Tommy: According to Jack Nelson's personal accounts, he bought passage for five people from Boston to Liverpool. Five people, his wife, his mistress, President Roosevelt's son, himself... and Gina Gray. Gina's coming to London, Michael... where I will be happy to show her the sights.

Tommy: Spirits, Boston Irish and Uncle Jack... I'm ready for the conversation.

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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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The Shock

Peaky Blinders 5×5

Polly: I save his life, he hugs him.

Oswald Mosley: I want to tell you good folk first... that with the dawn of a new decade... I will be setting a new course, setting up a new political movement here in the very heart of England. ... It will offer a new conception of politics in which the great character of the British, our true character, will be reborn.
     Many of you lost fortunes in the recent stock market crash. The men of money, the capitalists in New York, the Jews... the money-power, they... they run an international system in which the infinite mobility of money, its capacity to create financial chaos and panic, can bring down any government that dares for one moment to oppose it. .....
     These are policies that could not be pursued by British statesmen unless they were mad or the servants of Jewish finance! They are the ones who took your money, but it is I and those who know this truth who will light a flame the atheists cannot extinguish! ....
     But hear this, those of you who fought the Jew war for nothing, you brave men, you will join hands with the angry youth of Birmingham and Manchester and London and Liverpool and declare that England lives tonight and marches on!
I say all this to you now... because I believe it is in places like this, with people like you, that we will have to pass on our message directly. Our message can be summarised with these words... Britain first! ....
     And because this is our message, I doubt it'll be reported fairly in the press. I'm afraid the newspapers of this country are owned by the same vested interests who took your money. They sell to the people false news... to raise the interests of the faction and the section above the interests of the nation.
     So hear my words and pass them on to those with ears to hear. And be reminded that when the new decade begins, there will be the birth of a new political party which will speak for you. ... This party, this new movement, this revolution... will be called the British Union of Fascists.

Lizzie: What the fuck are you doing, dealing with a man like that, Tommy?
Tommy: Yep. You're going to have to trust me.
Polly: Again.

Oswald Mosley: I'm going to fuck the swan.

Oswald Mosley: Religion was a beast, but it's dead. You have to ride the new thing when it comes. Like a horse. You grab it.

Oswald Mosley: When we succeed, even the King will not be above us.

Oswald Mosley: Power. Like plugging into the mains. A lighthouse beam. Your millions of dollars safe in Switzerland, and access to every dirty-minded swan in England.

Oswald Mosley: Oh, and also, Shelby... drink less.

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Linda: I've got a better idea. You stay here... living inside your head. Inside your life. Inside your war.

Linda: I'm glad I didn't shoot you. It would have been a kindness.

Younger: I heard about his speech at your house the other night. Was favourably reported as the passionate and spontaneous outpouring of a man moved by the emotions of a ballet.
Tommy: Reported where?
Younger: Daily Mail. Morning Post. Daily Mirror. It's upper, middle and working class, all united in admiration.

Tommy: Please don't listen to my sister's opinions of me. They are always... hopeful. Therefore they are always wrong.

Arthur: Let's get back to Birmingham, eh? Get back to fucking civilisation and find out who's been talking.

Tommy: You're in here, Barney, you have no hands, there is no daylight... and you don't want to die.
Barney: No, I don't... Because one day things might change.

Tommy: Well, I would suggest the most competent organiser of men in the south... is Alfie Solomons.
McCavern: He's dead. And he's Jewish! And I'd say as far as our boss is concerned, him being dead would be less of an obstacle than him being Jewish.

Tommy: I had more complicated strategies in mind for Mr Mosley. Then he spoke badly to my wife.

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The Loop

Peaky Blinders 5×4

Grace: Happy or sad, Tommy?

McCavern: My white flag is a flag of truce. Yours is more a flag of surrender.
Tommy: Whatever you say, Mr McCavern, the colour is the same. The outcome is the same.

Tommy: No, nothing here is stolen, Mr McCavern. Charlie simply finds things before they're lost.

Tommy: Also in the envelope is a cheque for £500. For your wife. She can use it to buy a black dress, rent a black horse with black feathers, to pull a black carriage with your body in it, should you break the terms of the white flag.

Arthur: Oh, yeah. Shelby Company Limited, we can offer them all the lovely things people like. Hm? We can also offer 'em protection from the things they don't like.

Mrs Connors: The new ones I will call Thomas, Arthur and Finn. That'll make him pause, even when he's drunk.

Arthur: I don't know how you do this, Tom. I really don't!
Tommy: You learn things, Arthur. That woman has only two rooms downstairs. Her husband has lost his job and he beats her. And yet, the thing that brings her to see her Member of Parliament is songbirds. Now, that's politics, Arthur.

Brilliant Chang: My name is Brilliant Chang.
Arthur: Brilliant Chang is dead.
Brilliant Chang: Perhaps. Sometimes I wonder, "Is this heaven?" Doesn't smell like heaven... so I would say I have survived.

Arthur: Do you want to die again, Chang? Huh?
Brilliant Chang: Good. The guns are pointed. Now we are all concentrating. The moment is now pure.

Tommy: If you die here today, we'll bury you face down with no hands. You'll go straight to hell.
Brilliant Chang: I don't care about rituals. I am a rationalist, Mr Shelby.

Tommy: A foreman at the dock estimated there was seven tonnes of the stuff. I made a note at the time. I spoke to that particular foreman and I worked out that seven tonnes of pure opium crystals would be worth... approximately, £1,190,000 on international markets.

Aberama Gold: Well, Holy Lord God, Tommy Shelby OBE, does your vanity have no limits?
Tommy: I believe it is called "the ego" these days.

Tommy: You can't read?
Aberama Gold: I don't read.
Tommy: It's Swan Lake.
Aberama Gold: Ballet?
Tommy: Yeah. Apparently, it's about love. Polly says that, for now, love must defeat revenge.

Tommy: ...This comprehensive document, pleading for Government intervention in all areas of economic life, represents not just socialism, but a new breed of National Socialism. And I believe... I believe that the leaders of my own party have been very foolish to reject it.

Mosley: Such rogues we are, aren't we?.. Sing like songbirds in the House... And then, afterwards, relieve ourselves in the bodies of whomever we choose. Two men for whom forbidding is forbidden.

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Michael: And this, erm, this coal... is it snow white?
Polly: No. Golden brown.

Michael: Tommy knows what opium does to people?
Polly: Tommy knows what whisky does to people. He got an OBE for selling it.

McCavern: Well, who would've thought I'd be doing business with fucking Gypsy Catholic scum?... Aye, but you're OK.
Tommy: Yeah, I'm only OK until I'm not OK. Then I'm really not.

Mosley: An evening with a tribe of Gypsies... When you've unpacked, there should be a girl laid on for you. Mr Shelby is a socialist, and believes in equality of service for all classes.

Michael: The magazines say that it's all straight lines and simplicity in the 1930s. Deco is dead.

Polly: Mr Shelby asked me to tell you that he's busy with the catering preparations and will be joining you shortly. In the meantime, and while you're waiting, we have opium, cocaine and brandy.
Mosley: I don't use opium or cocaine, and brandy is for after dinner, not before.

Polly: All things are available... except the ballerinas.
Mosley: And who, might I ask, are you?
Polly: I am a queen amongst the Romanies. And I too am unavailable.

Mosley: You were indisposed when I arrived. In society, you greet a guest, you don't leave them hanging... looking around like a fucking dog!

Mosley: By the way, your brandy before dinner thing amuses me, but none of the maids are of interest. And I despise the use of drugs.

Mosley: Mr Shelby. I know you had no classical education, but I just realised you are the perfect balance between the gods Dionysus and Apollo. Irrational frenzy controlled by reason and self-reflection. Do you know the work of Friedrich Nietzsche?
Tommy: No.
Mosley: Freud?
Tommy: Yes.
Mosley: Ah.

Polly: Let's fuck before the swan dies.

Linda: May you Peaky Blinders all rot... in fucking hell.

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Strategy

Peaky Blinders 5×3

Tommy: There is God, and there are the Peaky Blinders. This is Sparkhill, we're in Small Heath. We are much, much closer at hand than God.

Polly: Tommy, I'm 45 years old today.
Tommy: 45 years old and still breaking hearts, eh? To Polly!

Michael: So, what's the strategy?
Tommy: You can smile. You... don't smile.

Tommy: The man we're about to meet is the Minister for the Duchy of Lancaster. He's also deputy to the Chancellor of the Exchequer and Cabinet adviser to the Prime Minister of Great Britain. You've both met bad men before. The man we're about to meet... is the devil.

Mosley: And bingo. 20 seconds in, and I have them speaking their wog lingo.

Tommy: Don't worry, Sandra. The only way to get fired from this household is through burnt toast... or talking to the police.

Tommy: She fucking helped him! But it can't be love, cos it's Polly. Cos it's fucking Polly.

Gina: Liberty. Freedom.
Polly: Feels like a weapon.

Gina: Michael wants you to come with us. We can all live in Long Island, right on the beach.
Polly: Isn't Long Island in Australia? Or is it in California, amongst the Indians?
Gina: It's in New York, Polly...
Polly: You see, we all try and get away. But we never do.

Tommy: Revolution.
Eden: So, how is life as a socialist?
Tommy: This glass. The bubbles. They rise to the top. Each bubble has the same chance to rise.
Eden: That is a very peculiar form of socialism.
Tommy: And this bottle. Once the cork comes out... you can't get it back in. You need to finish what you started. It's cleverness, that's all.

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Tommy: People can be turned around. Even your people.
Eden: My people?
Tommy: Yeah. For them, it's just the same. Communism. Fascism. For most people, it's an apple and an apple.

Lizzie: People are loyal to those who pay their wages. That's why I'll be loyal to you.

Tommy: You marry a Shelby, you stay fucking married.

Arthur: I'm a good man. I'm a fucking good man, like you. A God-fearing man. There is good in my heart. There is good in my heart! But my hands... These hands belong to the devil. The fucking devil!

Mosley: Two months ago, I was in Rome. I met Mr Mussolini. You and I and men like him... we will shape the future.

Tommy: When will you resign from the Labour Party?
Mosley: The day before I announce the formation of my new party. The British Union of Fascists will be born on January 1st of next year. The first day of a new decade. The 1930s, Mr Shelby, will belong to us.

Jimmy McCavern: Today, gentlemen, we are avenging an unprovoked attack on members of our organisation who were simply carrying out a routine border patrol. Our enemies are Gypsies, members of a race destined for natural eradication anyway, due to what the scientists call selection. And since these beggars are unchristened and unregistered, the local constabulary will as soon drop them in a communal grave as find a name for a gravestone. So proceed in any manner you choose to find the fugitive we seek.

Jimmy McCavern: So, Tommy Shelby... it's war you want... it's war you shall have.

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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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Black Tuesday

Peaky Blinders 5×1

Tommy: There's no rest for me in this world. Perhaps in the next...

Arthur: It's possible because, this morning in New York City at 6am, the Wall Street Stock Exchange crashed like a steam train. We were most definitely on board.

Ada: Shelbys stay out of the sporting stuff.
Finn: What? To maintain his fucking reputation? Oi!
Ada: You listen to me. We've got a chance. Tommy has given us that chance. He's got power, we've got money, and our past is left behind us.

Tommy: What do I have to do to make people fucking listen to me?!!!

Tommy: And, Arthur, tell my boy... that sometimes death is a kindness.

Tommy: I won't be on my own. Never on my own.

Linda: Actually, um, Arthur has some documents that he'd like to hand out.
Tommy: Yeah? What documents?
Arthur: I was just explaining to everyone, Tom, that, um, well, we're fucked. Ain't that right? Hmm?

Tommy: To be precise, everything we channelled through the New York Stock Exchange is now offering a return of ten cents to the dollar. And the Nolan Bank of America, where we invested our fluidity, is offering five cents to the dollar on all deposits.

Ada: Holy fuck! So now your business is improving the world?
Arthur: Sometimes, Ada... killing is a kindness. Hmm?

Tommy: You need to understand that the corridors of Westminster are very dimly lit. And for those who make the rules, there are no rules. We own the ropes. Who's going to hang us now, eh?

Ada: No-one is gonna hang you, Tommy. You're gonna hang yourself.

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Tommy: And, Polly, you need to reassure Ada that it's 1929, times have changed, we've a lot to do, and no-one gives a fuck who the father is.
Polly: Really? I already know who the father is. But we've had enough shocks for one day.

Adam: Mr Shelby, this arrived from New York. It's from Winston Churchill. He says he was in New York and had dinner with Charlie Chaplin, and Chaplin mentioned your name.
Tommy: So he was in New York and he doesn't mention the crash.

Michael Levitt: So, Mr Shelby, traditionally in this country, print journalists take no interest in the, er, the private lives of politicians.
Tommy: Private lives?
Michael Levitt: But in these modern times, especially in America... journalists are beginning to... Well, that is to say, yes, um... Readers are beginning to say... want to know more about the men who represent them.
Tommy: Of course. In these modern times.
Michael Levitt: Whereas before it would have been seen as ungentlemanly to, er, to ask a public figure questions about personal matters or business affairs...
Tommy: Oh, well. No need to worry. I'm no gentleman.

Tommy: I'm old-fashioned... Michael. I believe private lives should remain private. Not everything modern is good, now, is it?

Polly: Oh, sweetheart. The baby's black, he's a bastard and it's Birmingham. But you don't care. Because the world has changed. And the baby's eyes are golden. And you're gonna leave her with Aunt Polly every day to look after. Aunt Polly, who insisted that you called her Elizabeth.
Ada: How do you know it's a her?
Polly: Cos I'm Polly Gray.
Ada: It's a girl?
Polly: Golden. To be born in the year 1930, where everything will be changed for the better. She'll be the colour of a Hollywood Oscar.

Polly: Tommy is right, you know, Ada. We are flying above the rules now.
Ada: We're bold people, aren't we, Polly?
Polly: That's the beauty.

Tommy: No, I'm not God. Not yet.

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The Company

Peaky Blinders 4×6

Alfie: Yeah, you're like me, Tommy, you can't bear to watch a fight which has got rules.

Alfie: Tommy, right, imagine... Imagine that you could not see... at all, you was born blind. Then one day you open up your eyes and you can see everything in the world. When before you could only touch it or smell it. There it is... The revelation. Innit? I've had one.

Alfie: The Americans are here now, aren't they? So, that's it. Yeah. It's been that way ever since the war, innit? The Americans... Big fucks small. Always, actually. Hmm?

Alfie: Right. Margate then. Blue skies, heaven. I will see you, Tommy. Might appear.

Lizzie: He said I'd get a weekly allowance.
Polly: Oh, he can be romantic.

Polly: It's a girl. Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. She'll be a star in a Hollywood movie.

Polly: Right, ladies, let's rejoin our gentlemen. And just remember, Linda... if they spit, just spit back.

Arthur: Let me do my fucking job!

Tommy: Go on, Finn! Take his eyes, Finn. Do it for Arthur.

Tommy: My brother is dead. You hear me! My brother is dead!

Michael: Tommy, I've been trying to think of words...
Polly: Don't. Words don't work.

Tommy: The vendetta is done.
Mrs. Changretta: We say the vendetta is won. We will take everything you have.

Tommy: ...And now he's coming to take control of Shelby Company Limited.
Lizzie: What are we going to do about that?
Tommy: We're gonna let him have it.

Luca: All that's left of the Peaky fucking Blinders...

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Luca: I would've buried you all, but my mother, she, uh... She knows you. She said, it'll be worse for you if I let you live... and take away everything that you have.

Luca: Search them... Especially don't trust this bitch.

Tommy: A friend of mine once said... "Big fucks small." So I had to find someone bigger than you.

Polly: We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York.
Tommy: His name is Alphonse Capone...

Arthur: Tell your boss what you saw here today. And tell him... You don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders.

Arthur: For the first time since me, my two kid brothers, Tommy and John, enlisted in the Warwickshire Yeomanry, we have peace. So...

Arthur: Time you took a holiday, Tom. Put your feet up. War's over. No one wants to kill us. To peace.

Tommy: I once told you, Alfie, that for business reasons or in bad blood, I would kill you.

Tommy: Alfie, stop talking!

Tommy: I know what this is... It's just myself talking to myself about myself.

Polly: Maybe it's in us. It's with Shelbys. It's in our Gypsy blood. We live somewhere between life and death, waiting to move on. And in the end, we accept it. We shake hands with devils and we walk past them.

Tommy: I've learned something, Frances... There's no rest for me in this world. Perhaps in the next.

Tommy: Went fishing, played golf.
Arthur: Golf's fucking boring.
Tommy: Boring and easy.
Arthur: Yeah, well, what's the plan?

Tommy: This will be the last job you'll do for me. You can go to Glasgow and be with your family. You're free.

Polly: So you shook hands with the devil?
Tommy: Yeah. And I walked past him.

Tommy: Poll... I've had an idea.
Polly: Oh, fuck.

Tommy: I've made up my mind, Jessie. Your cause is now my cause.

Tommy: If my cover is maintained, I can begin to shape the movement and organize it myself.
Arthur Bigge: And undermine it?
Tommy: Rise through the ranks of the wider Socialist movements.

Arthur Bigge: Of course you want something in return. What this time? A knighthood?

Tommy: My proposal. And my conditions.
Arthur Bigge: Mmm... For the attention of Winston Churchill?
Tommy: He holds me in very high regard.

Announcer: Thomas Shelby, Labor Party. 48,564.

Announcer: I now declare Thomas Shelby to be the new Labour Member of Parliament for the constituency of Birmingham South.

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The Duel

Peaky Blinders 4×5

Luca: But remember... I fire the final shot!

Lizzie: Yes, it can only be yours... That day by the canal when you were fucking somebody else in your head. Except it wasn't her who got pregnant.

Tommy: All this death, Lizzie. Fuck, let's have some life, eh?

Polly: They don't even know where they'll be tomorrow. They follow the Patrin and the crows.

Polly: Tommy says it won't be long. Then we'll be free.

Polly: You might learn something... Tell them your grandmother was a Gypsy princess, name of Birdie Boswell! You're royalty up there, Michael.

Aberama: Your family were healers?
Polly: Yeah, a long time ago... Came back when I put my head in the noose. It's like putting your head through a window and seeing the whole world.

Polly: When you've put your head out of that window you can do anything you want, cos there are no rules... cos there are no risks.

Alfie: That's it. I'll tell you what, right? Here's a gift, it's free - a souvenir of your visit here. Goodbye, trot on. Down there is Bonnie Street.

Alfie: But also I want some cash... bung work. That's why I've broken it down here - a list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right? Now, a normal dispatch, well, it's, you know, £500 cost. But you're going to have to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people, and I need you to put another tonne on top of that because his brother is a fucking animal and he will come after me. And then you will need to put another 100 on top of that because, well, you are a fucking wop, mate, hmmm? And you... And then we've got to deal with the ugly business, which I've been incredibly clear of before. I will need another £500, because, like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine.

Alfie: Well, in order to qualify as my seconds they would first have to qualify as being Jewish. Yeah? And in order to do that, they would have to replace their natural Italian fucking arrogance with a Jewish air of absolute certainty.

Luca: These days, back in the old country, a lot of the, er, you know, the Jewish people, they, er... they are having to pass themselves off as Italian.
Alfie: Right, well, you will have to add another tonne on to your bill for being a cunt, mate. All right?

Luca: You will bring my men to Birmingham?
Alfie: And you will circumcise them. You will have to circumcise them because the Peakys will check. Yeah?

Alfie: Aye, you've just made a deal without negotiation, didn't you?... Yeah, Tommy Shelby was right about you, weren't he?

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Ada: Your men watched.
Colonel Younger: Then they will be reprimanded.
Ada: They won't see Saturday.
Colonel Younger: A naked woman, alone, making threats against the entire British Army - a significant indicator of character...

Ada: I'm no longer a member of the Communist Party because I'm no longer a believer in the cause of socialism.
Colonel Younger: So, in the past, you were blinded by love...
Ada: No, blinded by faith. I believed people deserve justice. They don't.

Ada: And how is Tommy Shelby OBE going to stop a revolution?

Tommy: The British Army came to me, Ada. I said, "Why not?"
Ada: They'll put that on your grave, Tom... 'Tommy Shelby - "Why not?"'

Tommy: Jessie, this is my Uncle Charlie and my... whatever Curly is.

Tommy: I want an opinion. Try it...
Jessie Eden: I don't really drink gin.
Tommy: Then you're perfect. My gin is for women that don't really drink gin.
Jessie Eden: Your gin?

Tommy: Let's drink to something. You choose.
Jessie Eden: To the revolution.
Tommy: Why not?

Jessie Eden: What do you want to know about the cause?
Tommy: I'm approaching the current political crisis as I would approach a horse race... assessing the runners and the riders. Now, the favourite is, of course, the King's horse. But the King's horse was also the favorite in 1913, when Emily Davison threw herself in front of it.
Jessie Eden: You know the names of suffragettes. I'm impressed.
Tommy: Everyone laughed at them at first, but now look - women with serious faces everywhere.

Tommy: And then the other horse, the one who wants to beat the King's horse... Let's call her Dangerous, shall we? she's no form. That's what makes her so dangerous.
Jessie Eden: Russia. Isn't that form?
Tommy: No, the Russians aren't like the English. We're beer, they're petrol.

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Dangerous

Peaky Blinders 4×4

Tommy: All right, at midday today, Arthur will be here... Like a goat tied up for the fucking tiger, eh, Arthur?
Arthur: Yeah, right.

Arthur: Keep alive, soldier.

Luca: Uh-uh-uh... Where I'm from, a hat on the bed's unlucky. My family... say it brings death.

Luca: Talking about the war. Everything here is about the war.

Polly: Men don't have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between families. Men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lies.

Aberama: The Italians will be forced underground. We're gypsies. We're already underground.

Tommy: I will pour you some gin... that I make myself, from my father's recipe. Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness. Going to put that on the label.

Polly: Where is he?
Lizzie: Fucking.
Polly: Fucking what?
Lizzie: Fucking her.

Polly: Stop drinking whisky. Switch to stout.
Lizzie: Why?

May: I said I would wait.
Charlie: The man you're waiting for doesn't exist.
Curly: Wh-while you're waiting for the man who doesn't exist, would you like to try some of his gin?

Devlin: Mr Shelby... factories are shut, mines are shut, coal's running out. Did you ever consider the possibility that the communists might win? And you and me, traitors to our class, will be put up against a wall and shot...
Tommy: As a businessman... I consider all possibilities. But, Mr Devlin... I'm not a traitor to my class... I am just an extreme example of what a working man can achieve.

Tommy: ...And in this modern age, American women drink as much booze as the men. And women, apparently, prefer gin. So, with the help of a friend of mine in Camden Town, I've set up my own source of supply. Junipers, potatoes... sugar and water. All turned into US dollars.

Tommy: So, tell me the truth.
May: The truth?
Tommy: Mm-hm.
May: You're unlike any man I have ever met.
Tommy: And the gin?
May: ... Too sweet.

Tommy: If only I could what? "If only you could change"? Go on, say it! If only you could change the bad... And "the good" is laying off 1,000 men. Which I do, like a good businessman. And I do it like that... And people go hungry. And the bad... The bad's a fucking win on the horses and a gun and some fucking self-respect. You fucking people...!

Arthur: In the end, it's God who pulls that fucking trigger anyway. We don't get to decide who lives and who dies, Finn. Not us. You just have to flick a switch... in your head.

Ada: I'd like to buy you a drink.
Jessie Eden: I'm afraid the pubs around here don't allow unaccompanied female drinkers.
Ada: I'm sure we'll be fine.

Ada: "What are you drinking, ladies?" That's what you're supposed to say.

Ada: And a whisky on ice.
Bartender: I'm afraid we don't have ice.
Ada: Next time make sure you have ice. This pub's come to our attention for its lack of ice.

Ada: He wants to talk about socialism and revolution.
Jessie Eden: Dear God, are you serious?
Ada: My brother's a bookmaker. Bookmakers hedge their bets. Sometimes long shots come in.

Ada: Beneath it all, my brother's a very rational man.
Jessie Eden: Beneath all what? You mean, beneath the beatings, the cuttings, the shootings, the murders...
Ada: Yeah. Beneath all that.

Jessie Eden: Tell your brother that, when we take power, all means of production will be owned by the workers. Essential industries will be taken into state control. Birmingham Town Hall is a rather beautiful building and we plan to preserve it. What else does he need to know? It's going to happen... Aren't you a bit sorry you jumped ship too soon?

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Jessie Eden: This is not how you conduct union business.
Ada: Well... we must all make personal sacrifices for the good of the good old cause. Right?

Alfie: Fucking hell, it smells of pig round here, don't it? Definitely not kosher.

Alfie: Fuck me, looks like he's grown since we left London. He's like a mushroom, in't he? He grows in the dark.
Goliath: I need a piss.
Alfie: Do ya? Yeah, well, the place is a shithole. Yeah, so, why don't you just knock yourself out?

Tommy: So, this must be Goliath... Right. Let me introduce you to David. This way, boys.

Alfie: Oh, right, the problem, right, between rum and gin, yeah, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt. I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum at the moment, rather than gin, mate.

Alfie: Right, well, you've got to ask yourself, seriously, though, you know, did I even want to piss and shit indoors? Or was I actually born that I were to defecate in fields and the outhouses. This is a serious issue though, Tommy. Cos your people, your class and my religion is quiet similar actually because you just cannot wash it out, right, because it come out your mother's tits.

Alfie: Hm, no. The Americans want it sweeter.

Tommy: And reinforcements?
Alfie: Ah, no, they're Sicilians, aren't they, they don't trust nobody who ain't fucked a goat on the morning of their first pubic hair. They've got traditions.

Tommy: Right, you tell Darby Sabini from me, that if the Italians win, they're not planning on leaving. After me, it'll be him, then you, then the Titanic. They're the fucking Mafia, Alfie. They've come here and can't believe our coppers are unarmed. They can distil their liquor and it's not against the law. They've come here and they like what they see. They're coming and they're here to stay.

Alfie: I, my friend... I am the uncle, the protector and the promoter of that fucking thing right there, in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow. That, there, right, is the Southern Counties Welterweight Champion. He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless. He was adopted by Satan himself, before he was returned out of fear of his awkwardness, he is impossible to marry off, due to his lethal dimensions. His mother terrified, she's fucking abandoned him. And there he is, stood before you, like the first of some brand-new fucking species! Any man that you put before him, right, it'd be like entering a fucking threshing machine, mate.

Alfie: Now... will you offer your son?

Michael: Tommy?... Have a good weekend.

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Blackbird

Peaky Blinders 4×3

Bradley: They're mostly farm hands from down Worcester way. But I'll show 'em. Hungry men learn fast.

Bradley: What about security?
Arthur: Yeah, well, about that... By order of the city of Birmingham police department, you and your ugly workforce are now under the protection... of the Peaky fucking Blinders.

Polly: Whilst working for this company, I have killed a man, I have lost a man, I have found a son, I have nearly lost a son, I have nearly lost my own life. Now, I will accept my job back, if the terms on offer are favourable... but I will not behave myself.

Linda: In this sinful place, there will be temptations. It's my responsibility as your wife to help you resist those temptations. By putting myself between you... and the devil. In the words of my sinful Catholic mother, "Keep his balls empty and his belly full."
Arthur: God rest her soul.

Tommy: We need to forget the idea that it has to be Arthur that pulls the trigger. Tradition will just fuck us up.

Tommy: We need Luca Changretta dead. That's it.
Polly: Dropping the law of the bullet is part of the process of modernisation that I was working on before I were... before I was executed.

Tommy: Concentrate on what unites us. This is all temporary.
Polly: Yeah, temporary, right.

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Arthur: OK, I wasn't going to hit ya... but that wasn't fucking nice.

Linda: I don't want you dead. Polly doesn't want you dead. Let Mr Gold do the killing. For money. It's the modern way, Arthur.

Tommy: Was it fear, or was it hatred?

Tommy: Your family are safe only at my discretion. Now... explain to me...

Devlin: Mr Shelby, please. ... Before you, I was an ordinary working man.
Tommy: Yeah, and now you're one of us.

Polly: Linda? This is a betting shop.
Linda: Look... Arthur said yes. Tommy said yes.
Polly: But did God say yes? Gambling is a sin, Linda.
Linda: It's not me that's doing the gambling. I'm just taking the bets.

Polly: Ladies, let's give our boss a first day that he'll never forget.

Lizzie: Are you kissing her or me?

Lizzie: Why?
Tommy: Because I promised someone I was going to change the world...
Lizzie: You do realise, Tommy, we're all going fucking mad here.
Tommy: Yeah, I know. Come on.

Luca: You are an unlikely Cassius.

Luca: You want to dance?...
Polly: I don't dance any more.
Luca: Yeah, that's a shame... cos you're dancing with me.

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