"Mum." Mum. That word is like a bullet to me.

You said eight men from New York, seven from Sicily, at £500 each. Of course, you can afford it.

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. ♞ — May Fitz Carleton, Peaky Blinders fandom, desc. writer, searching for storylines, rt please?

I need you back, Polly.

You know, our mother went this way - spirits and ghosts, tablets, fucking... fucking seances scaring us kids halfway to fucking death.

[Tommy shoots the injured Italian in the head.]

You know, Polly, I believe it's you who's kept Tommy Shelby alive all these years.

Piece of shit.

Ah, you've just made a deal without a negotiation, didn't you?

Arthur's dead. He's dead.

You made a choice. You knew I was going to be shot and you chose not to tell me.

I chose my mum.

Tell your boss what you saw here today. And tell him, you don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders.

“Happiest day of my fookin’ life.” x.com/peaky_script/s…

Hey guys, what's for dinner/lunch/breakfast?