Don't ever make decisions when you're on morphine.
— What about this? Evidence?
— Evidence my ass. Where we're headed that's better than cash.
— As long as it's all official business, right?
— Well, if you knew this car was a girl name Charlotte.
— Charlotte!
— Yeah.
— Scored some shit at that Chinese restaurant and next thing you know she was overdosing.
— You got me riding in along on some personal off the book job?
— Fuck! yeah it's personal. Trying to take it down to some kid who lost a party.
— Look! I'm sorry about your friend, Charlotte, whoever she is... but if this isn't about national security I'm not going along with this.
— It is when she is the Secretary of Defence’s niece.
— The Secretary Of Defence wants us to shut these guys down, right?
— The whole operation, top to bottom, chef to chief, you got a problem with that?
— Hmm Nope.
— Good.
— The fact is ma'am, here your son's legal age. He wants to stay... He can't be forced to leave. And... He wants to stay. No, they all do. They're addicts.
— But he's just a boy. He didn't know what he was doing.
— Oh, no no. He knew. They all knew, that's why there are all those warnings posted all over town.
— Yeah, but if this drug is so addictive, why is it legal?
— Son... This town had serious drug problem. And all the problems that go along with it. We tried everything. Punishment for dealing, punishment for using. More enforcement, tougher enforcement, jail, hell, public humiliation. But, it all came down to one thing. Some folks... just wanna get high. So... We came up with a radical solution... Euphoria. Synthetic drug. Potent, legal, and totally addictive, and we warn everyone, not to use it. But like I said, some folks just wanna get high. One hit of this, and you are hooked. And we own them. Camp controls the supplies so of course we can set the prize, and we made it very affordable. Live in our camps, eat our food, and... you know, just do a couple of off jobs, pick up spome trash, mow the lawn, clean some toilets, and you get your Euphoria. And at night, man... party till you drop. The thrall is so intense, that everybody pays the price. It's an incredible achievement, really. Drug so powerful that it sublimates the sex drive.
— Are you saying Philip's going to be cleaning toilettes for the rest of his life? With no sex drive? He'll never marry. I'll never have grandchildren?
— I thought that drugs only bring highs.
— The way it is, if taken in moderation.
I tried to mask the pain by drowning myself in cocaine and alcohol until I thought I was the Pope. I used to walk the streets in Soviet and Nazi uniforms. I put a sign outside my house encouraging burglars and left my front door open. I would lie under the bed wearing night vision goggles waiting for people to come in – and they never did. The intruders never came, the fucking cocksuckers. I was a complete mess.
— 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.
Explanation:
Thomas is transporting a shipment of opium for the Chinese.
Explanation:
Mosley tried to surprise Ada with a story about her brother Thomas Shelby's spree.
Dime-dime -
So good to see ya,
Nine-nine -
Don't want to be ya,
Crime-crime -
Fine sensimilla...
Well you'll see there comes a day
Catches up to you, yeah...
That moment when your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.
And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.
And then suddenly you give it air again, give it life again.
My legs broken, my back is weak
Those words got whispered, those words meant nothing
Someone peel the skin. from the back of my neck
It's time to get up now, it's time to go
Everything I touch, it rots away
I can build a life, out of this cures
The use wears off, like drying blood
My flesh is healthy, I can survive.
— See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth... that's 70 percent pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1 percent pure.
— So?
— So it's grade school T-ball... versus the New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid... off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is Classic Coke.
— All right. Okay. So if we just waste you right here right now... and leave you in the desert... then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.
— Do you really wanna live in a world without Coca-Cola?