Peaky Blinders – Series Quotes [Season 5]

— In which direction are you heading, Mr Shelby?
— I am my own revolution.

We are the people and we've had enough.

— So, what's the strategy?
— You can smile. You... don't smile.

Mr Shelby, I do have plans. I will have need of men like you. Except, of course, there is no other man like you. You, in particular, I need.

Young she is, when she's barefoot on the cobbles.

— You're going to be up on the stage while this criminally insane gunman filled with cocaine takes aim at a man just a yard away from you?
— Welcome to the family, Aberama.

The work's all done, Tommy. It's all done. We can walk away from all of this. It's so easy and so soft. Such a small change.

You didn't need all the tablets, you just needed another fucking war, eh?

If I come for you, and I still might yet decide to come for you, I will wear high heels so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones, and have time to repent.

— 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.

— I would have taken your bullet. I deserved the bullet. <...>
— You stay here... living inside your head. Inside your life. Inside your war. I'm glad I didn't shoot you. It would have been a kindness.

— 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?

— May Carleton spoke about you the way I imagine one might about a party they barely remember, where you crash the car into the dovecote and live on champagne and cocaine for three whole days. You know, that kind of party.
— Only three days?