Peaky Blinders, Season 1

Arthur:
You think we can take on the Chinese and Billy Kimber. Billy's got a bloody army--

Thomas:
I think, Arthur. That's what I do. I think. So that you don't have to.

Polly:
[to Tommy] You have your mother's common sense, but your father's devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.

Thomas:
[to Grace] Are you a whore? Because if you're not, you're in the wrong place.

Thomas:
You have something to say to me?

Grace:
The other night you cam into the pub when I was singing. You said singing wasn't allowed. I'd like there to be one night a week when there is singing. I think it would be good for everyone. Saturday nights. Harry was too afraid to ask you, so...

Thomas:
But you're not?

Grace:
I am. But I love to sing.

Thomas:
[sits next to Ada during a film] Tell me the man's name, Ada.

Ada:
Rudolph Valentino.

Thomas:
[leaves the room and the movie stops] Get out! All of you! Go on, now! [everyone in the theatre leaves] I said, tell me his fucking name.

Ada:
Freddie fucking Thorne! Yeah! Your best mate since school. The man who saved your life in France! So go on! Cut him! Cut him up and chuck him in the Cut! [Thomas leaves] Oi! I'm a Shelby, too, you know. Put my fucking film back on!

Polly:
[Thomas throws the letter to Freddie in the fire] Damn them for what they did to you in France!

Grace:
How's your beautiful horse?

Thomas:
I just put a bullet in his head.

Grace:
Was he lame?

Thomas:
He looked at me the wrong way. It's not a good idea to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way.

Grace:
What a waste.

Thomas:
Yeah. A waste is what it is. You know, in France... In France, I got used to seeing men die. Never got used to seeing horses die. They die badly.

Grace:
And what must I do?

Thomas:
For two pounds, you'll do what I ask you to do.

Grace:
I want three. [Tommy scoffs] If I'm meeting a king, I won't be wearing a cheap dress. And I ask you to let me sing. That's part of the deal now too.

Thomas:
Since when?

Grace:
Since you nearly smiled.

Grace:
[Thomas asks her to sing] Happy or sad?

Thomas:
[after a moment thinking] Sad.

Grace:
Okay. But I warn you, it'll break your heart.

Thomas:
Already broken.

Thomas:
Sometimes it lasts all night. And I lie here and I listen to the shovels... and the picks against that wall there. And I pray that the sun will come up at the curtains before they break through. No, I don't pray. I hope. And sometimes it happens. The sun beats them. But mostly... the shovels beat the sun.

Grace:
Want tea?

Thomas:
Tea? No.

Grace:
I have rum.

Thomas:
Actually, tea it is.

Grace:
You want to impress me?

Thomas:
Yes. And do you have a biscuit?

Grace:
No. They attract mice.

Thomas:
People look different at home.

Grace:
In what way?

Thomas:
Off guard.

Grace:
Should I be on my guard?

Thomas:
No, I'm a man who drinks tea.

Grace:
Are you okay?

Thomas:
I don't hear the shovels against the wall.

Grace:
What shovels?

Thomas:
Will you help me?

Grace:
Help you with what?

Thomas:
With everything. The whole fucking thing. Fucking life, business. I found you. And you found me. We'll help each other.

Thomas:
According to the law, we are equal partners. It's written on the paperwork in black and white. A third, a third, a third. But the thing is... Well, me and John, we quite fancy splitting your share so, just next time, use a gun, man.

Polly:
[praying] Dear Lord, make this day pass well. Let none get hurt and make them that do, not Shelbys. Watch John because he has so many depending on him. Watch Arthur because he's as likely to hurt himself as anyone else. And watch Thomas. [Thomas quietly enters] I know how he is. But he does what he does for us... I think.

Polly:
Did you fall for Tommy?

Grace:
Yes.

Polly:
Then I pity you.

Grace:
I think he'll try to kill me.

Polly:
He's too soft.

Grace:
Soft?

Polly:
Soft, like you. You saved his life the night the coppers came. That's why we're drinking, not fighting. We owe you.

Grace:
What was he like, before France?

Polly:
He laughed, a lot. He wanted to work with horses.

Harry:
Will you go looking for her?

Thomas:
She's in the past... and the past is not my concern. And the future is not my concern either.

Harry:
What is your concern, Tommy.

Thomas:
The one minute. The solider's minute. In a battle that's all you get. One minute of everything, at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothin in comparison in that one minute.

Harry:
Didn't you get enough minutes over there?

Thomas:
Seem's not, doesn't it?

Polly:
There will be others.

Thomas:
To the others. [they cheer] All of them.