— What was your father's profession?
— Well, he, erm... He told fortunes and stole horses. Often he would tell a man that his horse would be stolen and they would marvel at his powers when it was.
— ... Aristocracy don't believe in forgiveness.
— Neither do the Shelbys.
— I thought you were off the whisky, Arthur.
— Yeah, I am. I'm having a couple now and again to remind myself why I don't drink it.
Now, remember last night when you asked after Mama? She's gone, Charlie, and there's a few things we need to get this straight. There's her photographs, there's here clothes. We will keep things the way they are in the room. Just... keep things the way they are... I'm not much good, Charlie. And they'll found that out soon enough. But she's not going to be coming back, so it's just you and me. But she'll be with us in our hearts. Cos we love her.
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”.
This is who I am! And this is all I can give you for what you give me. For your hearts and your souls. Yesterday, I nearly lost my son. You should fucking understand that. For what? For what? For this? For this...?! And I know that you all want me to say that I'll change, that this fucking business will change. But I've learnt something in the last few days. Those bastards. Those bastards are worse that us. Politicians, fucking judges, lords and ladies. They're worse than us, and they will never admit us to their palaces, no matter how legitimate we become... because of who we are. Because of who we fucking are, because of where we're fucking from. Isn't thar right, Ada? Our Ada knows. She got smart about revolution. And she knows you have to get what you want your own way. Lizzie, I want it known, that money was for you because, some nights, it was you... who stopped my heart from breaking. No-one else. And the rest of you, you took the King's shilling. You took the King's fucking shilling. When you take the King's shilling, the King expects you to kill.