Peaky Blinders, Season 4

Matteo:
Mr. Solomons.

Alfred Solomons:
Hm? [not opening his eyes] My little cousin was born blind. As a result, I now donate a considerable sum of money to a charity, which gives dogs with eyes to blind Jews. The chairman of the board recommends that those of us who are blessed with the gift of sight, that, ah, we spend, you know, at least half an hour of our day with our eyes closed. So that we may... well, that we may better understand the, uh, well, the darkness. And, um also to increase our donations and that, hmm? What time is it?

Matteo:
[checks his watch] Twenty-nine minutes past eight.

Alfred Solomon:
Right. Well, I have another minute to go, actually. But you, uh, you can begin, go on.

Lucca Changretta:
[steps very close to Alfie] I'm Lucca Changretta.

Alfred Solomons:
Oh yeah, I know who you are. Hm. You're a bit of a failure, aren't you? You come all the way over 'ere to this country in order to kill Tommy Shelby, but, I mean... well, he's not dead, is he? [smirks] So...

Lucca Changretta:
No. He ain't.

Alfred Solomon:
No. How much time have I got left, mate?

Matteo:
Ten seconds. Nine seconds, eight seconds. [Lucca nods impatiently] Five. Four. Three. Two. One. [Alfie opens his eyes and looks Lucca up and down]

Alfred Solomons:
Right, 'ello. How can I help you?

Lucca Changretta:
I have a proposition for you-

Alfred Solomons:
[raises his hand] Mmm, I already know what you want.

Lucca Changretta:
Yeah?

Alfred Solomons:
I just wanna hear you say it out loud, so I can check how ridiculous it is.

Lucca Changretta:
[to Matteo, in Italian] Ok, I have my own ten seconds of patience left with this guy-

Matteo:
[In Italian]Lucca. They say this is how it is. We need him. [Alfie nods]

Lucca Changretta:
I hear there's gonna be a little fight, a boxing match. Between your boy, and Tommy Shelby's boy. Right, Birmingham? [Alfie nods] And the whole Shelby family is gonna be there?

Alfred Solomons:
[nods] Mm-hm.

Lucca Changretta:
[taps his chest] And you, Mr. Solomons... you, too, will be there.

Alfred Solomons:
Uhh... That's it. [turns, picks up two bottles of rum and gives them to the Italians] I tell you what, right? Here's a gift, it's free. Souvenir of your visit here. Goodbye, trot on. Down there is Bonnie Street.

Lucca Changretta:
[smirks, uncorks the rum and smells it] You know, they say you're a smart guy. That you already know what we want, before we say it. That's funny, 'cause now I believe I know what you want, even before you say it.

Alfred Solomons:
[nods] So, are you gonna taste it? [Lucca does so]

Lucca Changretta:
[in Italian] I think this clown wants us to run his rum... into New York.

Alfred Solomons:
Damn fucking straight, mate. Otherwise you wouldn't still be thieving my oxygen, now would ya? Because I have 200 barrels a month, yeah? Cleared by your people, distributed through your teams-

Lucca Changretta:
[smirks] Thing is, is that people want gin these days.

Alfred Solomons:
Well, the exit is still out there. Right on Bonnie Street, yeah? [sits down]

Lucca Changretta:
[chuckles] You're fuckin' crazy, you know that? 200 barrels, huh? [in Italian] He knows who we represent?

Alfred Solomon:
And also, I want some cash. And don't worry, 'cause I have broken it down here. [pulls out a slip of paper] I've got a, uh, list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right? Now, your normal dispatch, well, it's, you know, 500 pounds cost. But you're gonna have to add another hundred to that, because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people. Then, I need you to put another ten on top of that, because his brother is a fucking animal, and he will come after me. Yeah, and then you'll need to put another hundred on top of that, because, well you are a fucking wop, mate. [Lucca glares at him, looking incredulously to Matteo] Hmm? And you. And then... we have to deal with the ugly business, of which I've been incredibly clear of, before I'll need another 500 pounds, because like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine. [hands the paper to Matteo] Total is down there in black and white, yeah? All right, crack on.