Character: aunt Polly gray (Aunt Polly Gray)

- Oberma gold in love with you, he even got a haircut. And your perfume will ease his pain.
Tommy, today I'm forty five years.
- Forty-five and still breaking hearts.

- What is this report?
The testimony of the girls.
- Who did they talk to?
- Who but God.
They witness.
- There is a God is peaky blinders. It was Stark hill, and we are in the small Heath, we are much closer than God.
And we heard terrible things.
- We are children of the worst sort. They lie like most people breathe.
- Half black girl you were forced to use another soap!
Mr. Shelby, your sins are legend.
- Our sins!? Compared to hitting children with bricks and hoses, of our sins!.. Our sins - dust! Black girl hanged herself for fear of your wrath.
- I don't see how...
- Can't you see!? So put them on! Wear glasses, or I will gouge out your eyes. And don't expect me to stop something or that I am afraid of your prayers and your crosses.
Your world is cracking like the battered child.

We are all trying to escape... But not out.

- Kill and kill.
The only way you will listen.

Paul, I have an idea.
- Oh, shit.

You know the longer way back?
I know the way long to eternity.

I'll go back.
- Michael, you're the second of Luke Carretta.
- I'll stay in the hotel.
- The fact that you live in a hotel I'll know who will take you there, and those who work there. Hotels are in place, and you as a target. And these people don't know where will be tomorrow, the way they indicate the leaves and crows.

If I hadn't, you would have became a smoke over the morgue.

My mother said that this girl, Polly gray, will never forgive a grudge. And yet, she loves to dance. Shall we dance?
- I don't dance anymore.
- Sorry... [when Polly goes] And we've been dancing.

- Tommy asked me to look after you, after your recent problems.
- My recent problems!? Working in this company, I killed a man, lost man, found her son, I almost lost my son and almost lost his life. And I decide to return me to work or not if I satisfied with the terms.

When I come for you, I will wear heels that you could hear footsteps and had to repent of their sins.

- It's great. Stitched in Paris.
- Stolen in Birmingham. My mother stole it out of the house, which was removed in 1901-m.
- No, it's yours. I painted many women, and believe me, many of them were much cheaper than their dresses.

- One man should be here.
You're right, Polly, Freddie should be here.
In this chest still beating heart?
The truce lasts until dawn.

- There is your sister, and you carpetes about the car.
From men then of little use.
But we can drink.