A gangster family epic set in 1900s England, centering on a gang who sew razor blades in the peaks of their caps, and their fierce boss Tommy Shelby.
— I want Shelby Company Limited to increase non-taxable charitable contributions to local charities by 25% as for now... and I'm going to build two new institutes for destitute children. One in Saltly, one in Digbeth. I've already identified the buildings. Two former workhouses. I want you to be in charge of the project.
— Why?
— Because I promised someone I was going to change the world.
— After your recent troubles, Tommy asked me to keep an eye on you.
— "Troubles"? Whilst working for this company, I have killed a man, I have lost a man, I have found a son, I have nearly lost a son, I have nearly lost my own life. Now, I will accept my job back, if the terms on offer are favourable...
— You were in love with Kitty's sister, Greta Jurossi, before the war. Do you remember Greta Jurossi? Her parents were Italian. They didn't approve of a Watery Lane Gypsy...but you won them over. With your charm. Sweetness.
— Very... Very thorough research.
— Greta died at the age of 19. Of consumption... and Kittie said you were at her bedside for three months. Every day. Holding her hand...and after she died, you went away to war. Kitty said that the sweet boy who left never came back.
— No one came back.
— Here's the funniest thing. She said, in those days, you believed in things. In justice. Fairness. Once you saw a man beating his horse, and you fought him. He was twice your size, but you beat him... and then you beat him with his own whip.
— Kitty always like to tell tall tales.