Peaky Blinders – Series Quotes [Season 5]

— Where is everyone?
— Your wife is upstairs with Rubi.
— You know, Frances, if there were to be a snap election in this house today... wouldn't win it... not even if I were running against the devil himself.

Do you want me to write you a fucking letter? Me and Arthur can't write it down... cos they haven't envented the fucking words. We don't have the fucking words. And the worst thing is... could've stayed at school. But we volunteered. Still don't have the fucking words...

— So, how is life as a socialist?
— This glass. The bubbles. They rise to the top. Each bubble has the same chance to rise.
— There is a very peculiar form of socialism.
— And this bottle. Once the cork comes out... you can't get it back in.

— Frances said Linda was here today.
— Frances has a very specific loyalty, doesn't she?
— Well, people are loyal to those who pay their wages.

— Whose report?
— The testimony of children.
— Who have they spoken to?
— You'd have them only speak to God.
— God be their witness.
— There is God, and there are the Peaky Blinders. This is Sparkhill, we're in Small Heath. We are much, much closer at hand than God.
— And we have heard terrible things.
— We have, in this place, children of the worst sort. They lie as easily as breathe.
— You had a child half black. You made her wash with a different soap.
— Mr Shelby, your own sins are legend.
— Our sins... Our sins against the beating of children with bricks and hoses. Our sins. Our sins... against the black child who hanged herself for fear of your temper.
— I do not see how...
— You do not see! Now put them on. Put them on your face, or it'll be your eyes that are broken. Please don't imagine that I won't use this minute to do it, or that I am afraid of your prayers or your crosses.
— You see the world broken. Like those beaten children will.

— So, who are we meeting?
— The man we're about to meet is the Minister for the Duchy of Lancaster. He's also deputy to the Chancellor of the Exchequer and Cabinet adviser to the Prime Minister of Great Britain. You've both met bad men before. The man we're about to meet is the devil.

— We should postpone our war.
— Your brother left me a hand grenade.
— He sends his apologies. You left me land mines.
— For which I too apologies.

— My name is Brilliant Chang.
— Brilliant Chang is dead.
— Perhaps. Sometimes I wonder, "Is this heaven?" Doesn't smell like heaven... so I would say I have survived.

It wasn't the blue stone, Tommy. It was you. It was you.

— Well, who would've thought I'd be doing business with fucking Gypsy Catholic scum? ... Aye, but you're OK.
— Yeah, I'm only OK until I'm not OK. Then I'm really not.

— Mr Mosely is open to suggestion regarding who he can rely on to offer him support in London.
— Well, I would suggest the most competent organiser of men in the south... is Alfie Solomons.
— He's dead. And he's Jewish! And I'd say as far as our boss is concerned, him being dead would be less of an obstacle than him being Jewish.

— You are forming an alliance with a fascist. So I made some enquiries amongst the worst people in Whitehall, and I found out that you are not forming an alliance with him at all. You are spying on him.
— Yes.
— Why?
— The honest answer is... I'm no longer sure.
— Did you dig your own garden, Mr Shelby? <...> ...there are certain species of weed that no matter how much you tug at them, poison them, they continue to grow back. In the end, the only solution is to plough up the top soil, create a field of mud and blow up and burn the exposed tap roots. That's what you and I did in France. But when I hear that man Mosley speak, I see the green shoots of another war growing up around his feet. And you see exactly the same thing I do. That's why you oppose him.

His name was Frederick. All we ever did was talk, Arthur. He just listened. And now he has no face. He as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside.

— She just stepped into the canal... It was me trying to stop her, for three days. In the end, she did it anyway.
— Did she say why?
— Nothing that made sense.
— Tell me the things that didn't make sense.
— She said it were the Gypsies made the nails for Jesus's cross. That's why we're cursed and restless. You have to move around or the guilt catches up with you. <...> And then she was gone... You see, I was in love with her, Tom. No one knew but me. Broke my fucking heart to pull her from the cut. You know, your grandfather, he went the same way. Suicide. Sometimes, these things run in the family. Fuck family, Tom. You just have to get on with it. You're a Gypsy. You have to move around, or it all catches up with you.

Black cat dream is never wrong, brother.

— ... Arthur have some documents that he'd like to hang out.
— Yeah? What documents?
— I was just explaining to everyone, Tom, that, um, well, we're fucked.