Character: Thomas Shelby (Shelby Thomas). Page 4

- Factories closed down, mines closed, and coal reserves running out. Have you considered the possibility that the Communists could win and then us, as traitors to their class, put up against the wall and shot.
- As a businessman, I consider all possibilities. However, Mr Devlin, I'm not a traitor to his class. I is a good example of what can be achieved working man.

- I want the "Shelby Company Limited" has increased its contributions to local charities by 25% from today. And I want to build two new shelters for children-orphans. One of Soutli, the other in Debate. I have looked after building in the former workhouses. Want to be involved you.
Why?
- I promised some people to change the world...

- You were in love with her sister, Gretta of Djerassi. You remember Greta? Her parents were Italians. They didn't like Gypsies guests will be lane, but you won them over with her charm, good nature.
- You are very carefully checked.
- Gretta died at the age of nineteen from tuberculosis. Kitty said you sat at her bedside for three months, day after day, holding her hand. And after her death you went to war. Kitty said that that cute boy never came back.
- No one has returned.
And that's what's funny, according to her, in those days you into something you believed in. In justice, honesty. You pounced on the man who was beating the horse even though he was twice my size. You beat him with his own whip.
Kitty has always loved fairy tales...

- The smell - I miss you.
- On the toilet?
- No. I don't know what that smell - apparently, the Birmingham, small Heath... that smell...
- He returns.
- Where is John now, do you think?
- God knows.
- It is no more. And left only emptiness.
- I thought you believed in heaven?
- No, our John rather in hell.
- Neither there nor there - it simply is no more. Also, it was with grace, Arthur. They're gone... They simply do not...

- I could kill you once walked in here, but I want you was the last. I want to see the death of all the members of your family. My mom says that it hurts the most. You have your own tradition of honor, we also. I could not send you the black hand and you would be killed in the night, not even knowing the reason. But I want you to know and want to offer you to conduct this vendetta with honor.
- No civilian, no children.
And without the police.
- Welcome to Birmingham, Mr. Carretta.

Our mother used to do that. Spirits, ghosts, divination, these fucking sessions that scared us kids to death.
- Yes, but I won't go on this way. The smoke helped me to understand something. Now I'm just like you and Arthur. I died in that loop and be saved, all that was then is a gift. But only today I realized, if I'm already dead - I'm free.

- You pay whores for sex, the killer's death.
- Nothing is for free.
- Poor Thomas...

Tommy Shelby, an officer of the order of the British Empire. Today bet is not, but this penny I'll buy a flower on your grave. When the time comes.
But until then, never insult my friends and their property.

- John wanted to go that way - along with the smoke. But the fact that we are long dead, all together: Arthur, me, Danny was hit in the head, Freddie Thorne and Jeremiah, and John. The path to retreat was cut off rounds left and we waited for the Prussian cavalry to ride will finish us. And while we waited, Jeremiah suggested that we sing "Winter was cold..." but we survived and the enemy did not appear, and we vowed that we were given extra time before his death, we remember about it...
- You remember that God spared you, but how you spent it bestowed upon the time, Thomas?

The cops gives a shit about us, so in order to survive, we must end the war between us.

- We need more people. I turned to Aburame gold.
- No, no, Tom! I will give fifty boys Do. The good guys, Tom.
- I don't need good guys and bad.

- We come back, johnny. Go to small Heath.
- Back to basics? You'll always be a wild Gypsy, and Tommy.

I am who I am. And that's all I can give for what you gave me. For your heart and soul. Yesterday I almost lost my son, you, Polly, needs to understand this. And for what? For what?! For the sake of it?! I know you want me to promise that I'll change that this business will change. But I realized something over the last few days. Those bastards, those things are worse than we are. Policy, the bloody judges, lords, ladies - they're worse than us and they'll never let us into their palaces, even if we follow all the laws, because we are who we are and we could call! Don't you, Ada? Our Hell knows, it understands the revolution. And he knows that his need to take in any way. Lizzie, let everyone know the money you deserve, because you're the one at night did not give my heart to burst. Only you and no one else. All the others took the king's shilling. Damn the Royal shilling. And when you serve a king, be ready to kill.