Alfie Solomons – Character Quotes

A good death is its own reward.

— Now, how soon did you know that i was not dead?
— You wrote me a letter, Alfie.

— So, you're still at it, eh, Tommy? You ain't go no Margate to go to.
— No. And I have no interest in shooting seagulls.
— Oh, you have in shooting cabinet ministers?

He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless. He was adopted by Satan himself before he was returned out of fear of his awkwardness.

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.

I want him to acknowledge that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it.

— Now... word in London is that you can be found wandering the streets of Birmingham, stark naked, throwing away money. You talk to dead people. Also, that you believe that you are powerful enough to summon up Jews of a very particular standing up to the gentile wilderness wherein you live in order for them to do your fucking bidding, mate.
— And still, you came.
— Yeah, well, you know... I was passing, weren't I?

Your housekeeper... said you are suffering from so many ancient injuries from your sporting life that your head is like some sort of smashed vase what's been stuck back together by a horse.

— ...the Peaky Blinders is out of control.
— Yeah, they're out of fucking control, mate. They come down the canal, they spread like a fucking clap.

— That's why I've broken that down here — a list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right? Now, a normal dispatch, well, it's, you know, 500 pounds cost. But you're going to have to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people, and I need you to put another tonne on top of that because his brother is a fucking animal and he will come after me. And then you will need to put another 100 on top of that because, well, you are a fucking wop, mate, hmmm? And you. And then we've got to deal with the ugly business, which I've been incredibly clear of before. I will need another 500 pounds, because, like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine. Total... is down there in black and white, all right? Crack on.
— It's OK. Mr Solomons, I'm going to be very fucking clear with you. I don't need you to kill anybody. I have people that I trust. So, you're going to take my boys and you're going to bring them to the ring as seconds.
— Well, in order to qualify as my seconds they would first have to qualify as being Jewish. Yeah? And in order to do that, they would have to replace their natural Italian fucking arrogance with a Jewish air of absolute certainty. See, my good friend Thomas Shelby, he will know the difference.
— These days, back in the old country, a lot of the, er, you know, the Jewish people, they, er...they are having to pass themselves off as Italian.
— Right, well, you will have to add another tonne on to your bill for being a cunt, man. All right?
— You will bring my man to Birmingham?
— You will circumcise them. You will have to circumcise them because the Peakys will check.

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”.