Peaky Blinders, Season 3

Thomas Shelby:
I asked you to come alone, and unarmed.

Alfred Solomons:
Yeah, well, alone I ain't never gonna do, am I? As for the cane, don't worry about it, it's just me sciatica, it always plays up 'round the winter and summer solstice.

Thomas Shelby:
What've you got for me, Alfie?

Alfred Solomons:
Whatcha bring me out 'ere for?

Thomas Shelby:
It's on the way to somewhere I need to be in a hurry. [Alfie nods] What've you got for me?

Alfred Solomons:
Well, seeing as you was willing to pay such an exorbitant amount for this information, I decided to give you value for money. So, here are the names of all the men in England, whom I would approach, right, if I had a Faberge egg for sale. Here you go. [hand Tommy a paper] And then, here's all the men on that list, you know, who would buy the ol' Faberge egg, even if they knew that that item was stolen, eh? Then in comes your curious fucking Gypo question: I won't ask, but, um, here's a list of the men who would buy a Faberge... because of their wives' obsession. [Tommy takes the papers, hands a roll of cash to Alfie] Oh, yes, thank you Mr. Shelby, lovely doing business with you.

Thomas Shelby:
You left a name off the list, Alfie.

Alfred Solomons:
Did I?

Thomas Shelby:
Yep. I've already spoken to my people in the jewelry quarter, experienced dealers. They told me, there are only three men in Britain whose wives are obsessed with Faberge; makes 'em good customers. You missed the richest one off the list.

Alfred Solomons:
Yeah, well, if you knew already, 'ow come you dragged me out into the fuckin' oggin, mate?

Thomas Shelby:
Two reasons. Reason one: by withholding a name that you most certainly know, you've proven to me that you've done a deal with the Odd Fellows. It was you that told them about the tunnel, you who told them about the fucking deal with the Soviets. Reason Two: the name of the man you're withholding must be my enemy, otherwise you wouldn't be protecting him. He's now a man I can use.

Alfred Solomons:
Listen, sweetie, you can't take a man-

Thomas Shelby:
You gave information, in exchange for a share-

Alfred Solomons:
Tommy, Tommy! There were things in that treasury, right, that God Himself spoke to me, and He said, "Alfie, you were meant to have those things"-

Thomas Shelby:
You crossed the line, Alfie.

Alfred Solomons:
[pause] You fucking what?

Thomas Shelby:
You crossed the line!

Alfred Solomons:
The line?

Thomas Shelby:
THEY'RE USING MY BOY! [pause, Alfie stares at him] Did you fucking know?

Alfred Solomons:
Yeah, I knew! You know, but damned as I am, it made no fucking difference to me, mate! [Tommy lunges at Alfie and wrestles him to the ground; Alfie's bodyguard pulls him off] Fuckin' Hell, Tommy!

Alfred Solomons:
[staggering upright and advances on Tommy] Oh, for crying out loud! The fuck is going on? [Tommy aims his gun at him] What is the matter with you, Tommy, eh? Eh?! You've got fuckin' angry, aint ya?!

Thomas Shelby:
[holds his gun to Alfie's head] YEAH, I GOT FUCKIN' ANGRY!

Alfred Solomons:
IT'S IN YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD, MATE!

Michael Gray:
NO! [forces Tommy away] Tommy, I know this bastard deserves it!

Alfred Solomons:
He's nuts! It's in your fucking head, mate!

Michael Gray:
I KNOW THIS BASTARD DESERVES IT, ALL RIGHT?! I fucking know! But if you kill him now, the truce with the London outfits will be blown to fucking pieces, alright?!

Thomas Shelby:
Michael, Michael-

Alfred Solomons:
Don't worry about that truce, kid, right, 'cause it just, it fell apart. [Michael releases Tommy] You've got nothing to worry about, when it comes to the ol' scary London boys-

Michael Gray:
WHICH FUCKING SIDE ARE YOU ON, ALFIE?!

Alfred Solomons:
I do not give a FUCK right now, kid, right?! [points at Tommy, advances on him] I do not want him, to spare me because of some fucking peace pact! I want him, to acknowledge, that his anger is UN-FUCKING-JUSTIFIED! I want him to acknowledge, that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it, Tommy! So what, they took your boy, did they? Eh? They got your boy? AND WHAT FUCKING LINE AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE CROSSED?! How many fathers, right, how many sons, yeah, have you cut, killed, murdered, fucking butchered, innocent and guilty, to send straight to fucking Hell, ain't ya?! JUST LIKE ME! You fucking stand there, you, judging me, stand there and talk to me about crossing some fucking line? [pause] If you pull that trigger, right, you pull that trigger for a fucking honorable reason. LIKE AN HONORABLE MAN! Not like some fucking civilian, that does not understand the wicked way of our world, mate.

Michael Gray:
Look, Tommy... the killing of Alfie Solomons is not gonna help. It'll be very bad, for business.

Thomas Shelby:
...Michael. Go and call Inspector Moss. Tell him it's Palmer. [Michael leaves] ...Well said, Alfie. Well said.

Alfred Solomons:
... I did not know about your boy, though.

Thomas Shelby:
I know. I saw.