TV series: Peaky blinders / peaky blinders (Peaky Blinders). Page 1

Thomas Shelby.
My hands are covered in blood.
- Oh, mine too.

If you pull that trigger, right, you pull it for some damn good reason. As an honest man, not like some damn civilian who does not understand the evil ways of our world, mate.

I want him recognized that he who fights by the sword, from him hell and die!

- I told you, I'll wait.
- Whom are you waiting for - do not exist...

Sometimes women take charge. As in the war.

- You will stand on the stage, when this deranged gunman under the cocaine will be aiming at the person a meter away from you?
- Welcome to the family, Oberma.

- You know, sometimes at night, I think that continuing makes no sense.
Is the old record. I'm putting out a cigar, and an hour later want another. Sometimes a bridge between very slim and still use it.

- You make an Alliance with a fascist. I made inquiries among the worst people in white Hall and found out that you do not make an Alliance. You're spying on him. Why?
To be honest, I don't know.
Do you dig in your garden, Mr. Shelby? <...> There is a certain kind of weed that you can arbitrarily weeding, poison, but he will rise again. As a result, to get rid of them, you can only plow the top layer of soil, and lay bare the roots. We did it in France. But when I hear the speech of the Mosley, I see the germs of a new war breaking at his feet. And you see what I mean. That's why you are against it.

- You are happy to give intelligent answers to those who are by birth above you?
- The person must prove that he is taller than me. But not a birth certificate, I don't have it and for me they mean nothing.

Mr. Mosley is waiting for proposals regarding those on whom you can rely on in London.
In my opinion, the most talented organizer in the South, it's Alfie Solomons.
- He's dead. And he was a Jew. According to the views of our boss, he was dead less important than the fact that he was a Jew.

Don't listen to the opinions of my sister about me. They are always full of hope and, therefore, always wrong.

You are a soldier I'm a soldier. In our country there are individuals willing to kill to meet them without fear.

- I would take your bullet. I deserve it. <...>
- You stay here with your thoughts, with your life and war. I'm glad I didn't kill you - it would be a mercy.

His name was Frederick, we were just talking. He listened to me. And now he has no face. He is also ugly on the outside as you are inside.