— It gets much warmer than here in the summer. Much colder in the winter.
— I knew it.
— But parts of it are just like Birmingham.
— Yeah. Shit and smoke are the same everywhere.
— Look, it's the Mafia, all right? This is the New York Mafia we're talking about.
— And we're the Peaky fucking Blinders.
— No, we're not, John. We're not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we're together.
— You were together on the gallows, with one man missing.