If the St Andrew’s clock strikes 5am on the night of the robbery and we don’t have everything we ask for, the bell will be tolling for your boy.
Aunt Pol, when I was Michael’s age I’d killed a hundred men and seen a thousand die. If you want to scare that kid away forever, carry on how you’re going. If you want him to stay, let him come.
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.[to Mother Superior]
Please don’t listen to my sister’s opinions of me. They are always hopeful. Therefore they are always wrong.[to Ben]