— You're not accustomed to not getting what you want, are you, Tommy? You wanted my pub, and you took it.
— You got a fair price.
— What I got was an ultimatum. Like you give to everybody. Do it, or else. And yet, it's funny, everybody around here, they want you to win this battle. I think what it is, you're bad men, but you're our bad men.
You didn't need all the tablets, you just needed another fucking war, eh?
— She found a list of names left in the telegraph machine. And on that list was your name and my name together. What kind of a list would have the name of a communist and the name of the bookmaker side by side?
— Perhaps it's a list of men who give false hope to the poor. The only difference between you and me, Freddie, is that, sometimes... my horses stand a chance of winning.
— I wouldn't know what to do.
— You've spent two-thirds of your life in pubs. Just pour it instead of drinking it.
— But I can still drink it, right?
— Your pub — you do what you want.
— Mick is the best horseman in England.
— He likes to waste money, I know that. According to the reports I've been given, you're spending two pound a month on worming powder.
— What? You want a horse with worms?
— Horses get worms from the water trough. Put goldfish in them, they eat the worm eggs.
— Goldfish? It'll be a gypsy thing, is it?
— No. It's an accounting thing. Goldfish cost a penny each.
So close. So fucking close... Oh, and there's a woman, yeah... A woman who I love... And I got close. Nearly got fucking everything!
— You promised the doctor not until after dark.
— Oh, it's pretty dark, Frances.
— The nature of the deal is explained in my proposal. I've booked you a suite at the Midland Hotel. If you need anything in this city, just mention my name.
— So you want to impress me, Mr Shelby?
— Also in the envelope is a cheque for five hundred pounds for your wife. She can use it to buy a black dress, rent a black horse with black feathers, to pull a black carriage with your body in it, should you break the terms of the white flag. Now, please, enjoy the city it's my honour to represent.
— Well, then, at least throw away your opium. It's that that causes the visions. Just... throw it away. While it's there, it's a temptation. How much have you got left?
— Seven tonnes.
— Seven tonnes?
— Yeah. I'd hate for it to run out, Ada.
Explanation:
Thomas is transporting a shipment of opium for the Chinese.