Peaky Blinders, Season 5

Alfred Solomons:
I was just having some oil rubbed on the bits that really hurt, mate. Whatcha think of that view, eh?

Thomas Shelby:
It's Margate. What can you do?

Alfred Solomons:
[enters the room] I'll tell you something, Tommy: I sit all day, every day, in that chair on that balcony. Contemplating the fact, right, that life is so much easier to deal with, when you are dead. [sits down, revealing a blinded right eye and scarred cheek]

Thomas Shelby:
Hello, Alfie.

Alfred Solomons:
Yeah. Did you, did you look through the binoculars?

Thomas Shelby:
Yeah.

Alfred Solomons:
I watch ships. No two are the same, yeah. That is how God sees us both, in His eyes.

Thomas Shelby:
God, eh?

Alfred Solomons:
Yeah, sort of. I mean, you know, someone's responsible for all this fucking mess. Now... how soon did you know that I was not dead?

Thomas Shelby:
You wrote me a letter, Alfie.

Alfred Solomons:
Did I?

Thomas Shelby:
Yeah, you asked about your dog.

Alfred Solomons:
Oh. They, they gave me a lot of drugs at first, yeah. Well... I was lying out there, and the tide come in and it woke me up. I remember looking around and thinking, "You know... Fuck. If this is Hell... then it looks a lot like Margate."

Thomas Shelby:
Maybe that's just what Hell looks like, eh?

Alfred Solomons:
No. No, not according to this Holy Book here, yeah. [holds up a Torah] It gives a very, very vivid description. You and I are both fucked, mate.

Thomas Shelby:
You read the papers, Alfie?

Alfred Solomons:
No. Don't be silly. [cocks a handgun at him]

Thomas Shelby:
But you've heard.

Alfred Solomons:
What, fascism? Yeah.

Thomas Shelby:
Three... Two... One. Bang. [Alfie frowns at him] No? Fine. [walks over and sits down, coughing]

Alfred Solomons:
Good Lord, your fucking condition has got worse, mate. Mine, on the other hand, I... I've been living the dream. Sometimes, I will shoot at the side of a ship, and sometimes I sit here, I may shoot at the old seagull.

Thomas Shelby:
Alfie... I'm gonna shoot Oswald Mosley.

Alfred Solomons:
Right, well... I hope you do a better job on him than the one you done on me, yeah? I mean... what, what were you thinking, was your mind somewhere else, Tommy?

Thomas Sheby:
...Yes it was, actually.

Alfred Solomons:
Yeah, all right. [a ship's horn sounds] Oh, look. A ship. [holds the binoculars to his remaining eye] Why d'you want to shoot him?

Thomas Shelby:
I need to organize a riot, Alfie.

Alfred Solomons:
All right.

Thomas Shelby:
And, I hear you still have some... standing, in the Jewish community.

Alfred Solomons:
[sets down the gun and binoculars and leans forward] Let me be clear, alright? Since my resurrection, I am considered to be a god, alright? In the Holy Land, someone has made an image of me, out of rock embedded in the sand, so I am told, and I am planning to make a pilgrimage to stand in my own shadow. [pause] Are you gonna shoot him because this man is evil?

Thomas Shelby:
I need men who can fight. Mosley uses men from Glasgow. So, if the men causing the trouble are Jewish, it will be... explicable.

Alfred Solomons:
Since when do you need explanations, Tommy?

Thomas Shelby:
Since I entered politics.

Alfred Solomons:
Oh, that's right, yeah! Oh yeah. And, and how has that been for you, Tom?

Thomas Shelby:
Gangs, wars, truces... nothing I didn't already know. [Alfie pretends to snore, Tommy grins]

Alfred Solomons:
So, you think if you kill him, you, you will kill the message, yeah?

Thomas Shelby:
I will kill the man. Then, I will kill the message.

Alfred Solomons:
...'Ow much you paying?

Thomas Shelby:
Thought you might do it for the cause, Alfie-

Alfred Solomons:
Go on, fuck off.

Thomas Shelby:
Each man will get 20 pounds. You'll get 5,000.

Alfred Solomons:
You know, as a god, Tommy, right, I am now able to just rise, above those kind of insults, mate.

Thomas Shelby:
Ten?

Alfred Solomons:
Hmm. How is my dog?

Thomas Shelby:
Your dog is fine.

Alfred Solomons:
Hmm. In that case, ten should be enough. Where do you want the men?

Thomas Shelby:
Birmingham.

Alfred Solomons:
No. No, that 20 will not be enough for my lads to step inside that fucking shithole. It'll have to be 25, at least.

Thomas Shelby:
[sighs] 25 it is. You can take your dog back then, eh?

Alfred Solomons:
No, it's better for him to think that I am still dead. As it is also, with the police. All right. So, you're still at it, eh, Tommy? Hmm. Ain't got no Margate to go to. [tsks]

Thomas Shelby:
[shakes his head] No. And I have no interest in shooting seagulls.

Alfred Solomons:
Oh yeah, but you have in shooting cabinet ministers.

Thomas Sehlby:
Yeah. And their paid informants.

Alfred Solomons:
Mm. I was on a lot of drugs at first, right, due to the pain, you know, on account of it... well, you know, being shot in the face by some cunt. I won't bore you with the details, it'd chill ya. Nonetheless, I had a recurring dream. I saw you, in a field, right, with a big black horse. And you said "Goodbye", and then... bang. [pause] All right, then. Well... what now?

Thomas Shelby:
[throws his cigarette out the window, stands up] I will continue... 'till I find a man, that I can't defeat.

Polly Gray:
Arthur asked, whose side I was on. [Tommy sits down] There will be a war, and one of you will die. But which one, I cannot tell.

Thomas Shelby:
Hmm. He's gonna do it anyway.

Polly Gray:
Yeah.

Thomas Shelby:
You should know. If Aberama takes his side, I will kill him.

Polly Gray:
And what about me?

Thomas Shelby:
[pause] I'll do what I have to do, Pol.

Polly Gray:
Kill, and kill.

Thomas Shelby:
The only way to make people listen.

Polly Gray:
[approaches his desk] Soon, you will have a stage to stand on. Millions of people will listen to you. And you will run the country, like you run this family.

Thomas Shelby:
It appears to be what people want.

Polly Gray:
But not me. Not anymore. [drops a letter on the desk] My resignation. [leaves]