Peaky Blinders (TV Series)

Heathens (2017)

Cillian Murphy: Thomas Shelby

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Quotes 

• Thomas Shelby : I'm gonna spin a coin for your yard, Charlie.

  Charlie Strong : You goin' to what?

  Thomas Shelby : If it's heads, Abe here takes all of this... With my blessing.

  Charlie Strong : Tommy!

  Thomas Shelby : And if it's tails... I'll fuck your daughter, Mr Gold.

• Thomas Shelby : That's the language of vendetta. They took one of ours, we take two of theirs.

• Thomas Shelby : I've sent a message to Aberama Gold.

  Johnny Dogs : No! No, Tom. I'll get you fifty Lee boys. Good men, Tom.

  Thomas Shelby : I don't need good men for this Johnny, I need bad men.

  Johnny Dogs : Tommy, these people are fucking savages! You know, heathens, Tom.

• [Tommy meets Luca for the first time] 

  Luca Changretta : I heard you had trouble. It's good of you to see me.

  Thomas Shelby : You just came from Paris, eh?

  [Luca sits down at the table, totally at ease] 

  Luca Changretta : You know Paris?

  Thomas Shelby : I left Paris in a cattle truck. They said you were French.

  Luca Changretta : [smiling]  Well, I came here from Paris. That does not mean I'm French. Guess where I'm from.

  [Tommy reaches into a coat hanging on a stand and pulls out his cigarettes, leaving his gun easily accessible] 

  Thomas Shelby : [while lighting a cigarette]  Well, in my cattle truck in Paris, there were American soldiers. We played cards. They sound like you.

  Luca Changretta : Yeah? Did you win?

  Thomas Shelby : You didn't come on a train. Your suit is pressed. Your shoes are clean. Where do you get your suits made?

  Luca Changretta : I have a tailor. In New York City.

  [he opens his coat, displaying the label] 

  Luca Changretta : Look. Fenacci. Italian. Hm. That's my uncle. He makes suits in a basement on Mott Street. He is my uncle, so every stitch, stitched with blood. I heard you dress well, Mr. Shelby. But now I see... not so well as me.

  [Tommy silently regards him for a moment] 

  Thomas Shelby : You know, I have uncles as well. But they're not the sort of men who would, uh... who would work in a basement with a needle and thread... Mr. Changretta.

  Luca Changretta : [smiling]  I am surprised how easy it was to get into a room with you.

  [Tommy pulls his gun out of his coat, cocks it, and points it at Luca] 

  Thomas Shelby : And now?

  Luca Changretta : [unfazed]  And now... and now you should know that during the trouble you had earlier on your factory floor, I sent an accomplice into your office, in overalls. He found your gun...

  [he reaches into his coat pocket, pulls out a handful of bullets, and lets them drop from one hand to the other] 

  Luca Changretta : ... and unloaded it.

  [Tommy checks the clip in his gun in shock, realizing that Luca is telling the truth. Slowly and deliberately, Luca sets the bullets on the table, one at a time] 

  Luca Changretta : Arthur Shelby. Polly Gray. Michael Gray. John Shelby.

  [he tips one bullet over and flicks it across the table at Tommy] 

  Luca Changretta : Spent.

  [he continues setting bullets on the table] 

  Luca Changretta : Ada Thorne. And finally... Tommy Shelby. Huh.

  [he stands up and walks over to Tommy] 

  Luca Changretta : [grimly]  None of you will survive. Your level of security is pitiful. And we are an organisation... of a different dimension. I coulda killed you when I walked through the door. But, you see... I want you to be the last. I want you to be alive after your entire family is dead... 'cause, my mother says, that is what'll hurt you the most. You people have traditions of honour. As do we. Instead of sendin' you a black hand, I coulda had you killed in the night, without knowin' why... but I WANT you to know why. And I wanna suggest to you that we fight this vendetta with honour.

  [Tommy thinks for a moment, then sets his gun down] 

  Thomas Shelby : No civilians. No children.

  Luca Changretta : [wagging his finger at Tommy]  No police.

  Thomas Shelby : Welcome to Birmingham, Mr. Changretta.

  Luca Changretta : Grazie.

• Thomas Shelby : Toss the coin, Mr Gold.

  Aberama Gold : Tommy Shelby OBE, no wager today. But with this penny I will buy a flower to put on your grave.

• Luca Changretta : I have a tailor in New York City. Look... Fenacci. Italian. He's my uncle. He makes suits in a basement in Mott Street. He is my uncle, so every stitch is stitched with blood... I heard you dress well, Mr. Shelby. But now I see, not so well as me.

  Thomas Shelby : You know, I have uncles as well; but they're not the sort of men who would work in a basement with a needle and thread, Mr. Changretta.

• Thomas Shelby : Men from New York and Sicily here in Birmingham. These men will not leave this city until the whole family is dead. That's how it works. An eye for an eye. It's called vendetta.

• Thomas Shelby : Four for peace, two for truce, one abstention, let's get on with the war.

• Thomas Shelby : Other than money and a scrap yard that's clearly not for sale, what is it that you want from me, Mr Gold?

  Aberama Gold : How do you know that I want anything from you?

  Thomas Shelby : Well, there's my company treasurer, who is a certified accountant and also apparently a witch...

• Thomas Shelby : The coppers don't give a fuck about us. Right? Which means that here, today, in this room, we have to agree to end this war between us. Take a vote.

• Thomas Shelby : Nothing you see here is for sale, Mr. Gold.

  Aberama Gold : Oh! Everything is for sale. Everything.