How many of my bookies worked Epsom this May? Not one, not one, one. I'm sorry, what are you saying mate? You saying you're sorry? You're sorry. You're sorry. Write that down he said he's sorry. And also write down that all our bookies can go back to Epsom.
Re; the blinders-
Yeah they're out of fucking control mate, they come down the canal, they spread like the fucking clap.
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Their first meeting;
Put it down Ollie, put him down mate he's only little. You on your own? [Affirmative from Tommy.] Well you're a brave lad aintcha?
You wanna take a look at my bakery? We bake all sorts here, yeah, did you know we bake over ten thousand loaves a week, can you believe it? We bake the white bread, we bake the brown bread, we bake all sorts. Would you like to try some. Bread, yeah? What would you like, brown or white? Brooown, alright.
[Not bad.]
Not bad? Not bad. It's fuckin' awful, that stuff, fuckin brown stuff, it's for the workers, white stuff that's for the bosses. Come look.
[Later, at his desk;] Now I've heard very bad, bad, bad, bad things about you birmingham people, tsk tsk, you're all gypsies, right? So what'd you live in, a fucking tent or a caravan? Well [claps.] Rum is for fun and fucking, isn't it? Whiskey, now that's for business.
They say you had your life saved by a policemen. Well, I don't like policemen because policemen, they can't be trusted.
War ain't over till it's over, mate. You win the war.
I once carried out my own personal form of stigmata on an italian. I pushed his face up against a trench and I stuck a six inch nail up his nose and I hammered it home with a duckboard, it was fucking biblical. So don't come in here and sit there in my chair and tell me that I'm losing my war to a fucking wop.
Well you forget your fucking telegram, your telegram just said 'hello.' You want to sell me something. What? [Tommy: We join forces.] Fuck off. No. Fucking ridiculous.
You're the bloke who shot Billy Kimber, right? You did, you fucking shot him, that's you. You fucking betrayed him, mate, so it'd be entirely appropriate to do to you what I'm thinking in my head right now.
Let's say I shot you already, right? In the fucking face. And the bullet goes bone, mush, bone, cabinet, that cabinet, right over there, and it is a shame cause now that cabinet's fucked and I've got to get short of it. So, what I do is this. [Clicking off the safety.] It's fucking simple mate. I cut that cabinet in half, I do, I literally, I [In the tension, Tommy's nose spouts one thin line of blood. Alfie looks disgusted, and tosses a handkerchief onto the table, which Tommy ignores, wiping the mess away with his hand.] I cut the cabinet literally in half, and I take one half of the cabinet and I put it into a barrel, and I take another half of the cabinet and all its' pieces and I put that into another barrel and I send this barrel off to Mandalay, and the other barrel off to somewhere like, I don't know. Timbuktu. Have you ever been? [Tommy: No.] Would you like to go?
I always thought that you'd have a great big gold ring in your nose. Oh, sorry, go on, tell us your plan.
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He'll wake up. Granted, he won't have any teeth left, but he'll be a wiser man for it. And the last thing he will remember is your funny little joke. There are fucking rules here, yeah? There are fucking rules, for a fucking reason, and quite simply they have to be obeyed, alright? Rule number one. The distinction between bread and rum, yeah, it's not discussed! Rule number two, anything right that your superior officer, or any of your other fucking superior officers say to you, NOT DISCUSSED. Rule number three, four, five, seven, eight, nine, yeah, I don't care, right, the rest of your fucking miserable lives, because I like you am also a complete fucking sodomite. Jewish women. You do not go anywhere them because Jewish women for you are off the fucking menu. I think that's fair. All right, that's in then.
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Alfie: Passover started off way out there in the far east, out in the sand, out in the desert where me forefathers come from you know the Jews the [inaudible, partially because a door is booming shut and locking] whatever you want to call them, but it started out as a little speck on the horizon
Billy: Arthur this isn't right.
Alfie: Billy, Billy, don't worry mate, you if you want you can leave, if you need to go to the little boy's room you can leave, I mean we're gonna open it in a while, do you wanna leave? You wanna stay? You stay there then, treacle. Okay then so! THe pharoah, he kept my people, the Jewish people, in slavery for thousands and thousands of years.
Arthur: Persecuted, right?
Alfie: He did, he persecuted my race, the killing of the innocent. Seder, this feast of what we is having hear, Seder is basically the day when the Jewish angels decided that the evil fucking Egyptians had pushed their fucking luck! Well part of our tradition to do with God to kill a king, we have to carry out a [something]. That is the ritual sacrifice of the passover goat. Yeah, and we're gonna sacrifice it, tonight. That's part of the reason why we have to shut the doors as well. But this year, we thought that we'd give the fucking goat a name.
Arthur: You named it.
Alfie: We fucking did. Yeah. After that evil fucking egyptian pharoah, you know what we called it?
Arthur: What'd you call it?
Alfie: Tommy Shelby!
[Madness begins.]
Alfie: So, then the evil egyptian scum was finally cleansed by the blood of the passover goat. [kisses both cheeks] that's from Sabini.
[Police enter]
Alfie: You fucking animal, you come in here with a fucking gun and a razor and shot him in the face, look at him, he's dead, he's dead! You won't arrest him he's [sammy] [inaudible]
no subject
Re; the blinders-
Yeah they're out of fucking control mate, they come down the canal, they spread like the fucking clap.
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Their first meeting;
Put it down Ollie, put him down mate he's only little. You on your own? [Affirmative from Tommy.] Well you're a brave lad aintcha?
You wanna take a look at my bakery? We bake all sorts here, yeah, did you know we bake over ten thousand loaves a week, can you believe it? We bake the white bread, we bake the brown bread, we bake all sorts. Would you like to try some. Bread, yeah? What would you like, brown or white? Brooown, alright.
[Not bad.]
Not bad? Not bad. It's fuckin' awful, that stuff, fuckin brown stuff, it's for the workers, white stuff that's for the bosses. Come look.
[Later, at his desk;] Now I've heard very bad, bad, bad, bad things about you birmingham people, tsk tsk, you're all gypsies, right? So what'd you live in, a fucking tent or a caravan? Well [claps.] Rum is for fun and fucking, isn't it? Whiskey, now that's for business.
They say you had your life saved by a policemen. Well, I don't like policemen because policemen, they can't be trusted.
War ain't over till it's over, mate. You win the war.
I once carried out my own personal form of stigmata on an italian. I pushed his face up against a trench and I stuck a six inch nail up his nose and I hammered it home with a duckboard, it was fucking biblical. So don't come in here and sit there in my chair and tell me that I'm losing my war to a fucking wop.
Well you forget your fucking telegram, your telegram just said 'hello.' You want to sell me something. What? [Tommy: We join forces.] Fuck off. No. Fucking ridiculous.
You're the bloke who shot Billy Kimber, right? You did, you fucking shot him, that's you. You fucking betrayed him, mate, so it'd be entirely appropriate to do to you what I'm thinking in my head right now.
Let's say I shot you already, right? In the fucking face. And the bullet goes bone, mush, bone, cabinet, that cabinet, right over there, and it is a shame cause now that cabinet's fucked and I've got to get short of it. So, what I do is this. [Clicking off the safety.] It's fucking simple mate. I cut that cabinet in half, I do, I literally, I [In the tension, Tommy's nose spouts one thin line of blood. Alfie looks disgusted, and tosses a handkerchief onto the table, which Tommy ignores, wiping the mess away with his hand.] I cut the cabinet literally in half, and I take one half of the cabinet and I put it into a barrel, and I take another half of the cabinet and all its' pieces and I put that into another barrel and I send this barrel off to Mandalay, and the other barrel off to somewhere like, I don't know. Timbuktu. Have you ever been? [Tommy: No.] Would you like to go?
I always thought that you'd have a great big gold ring in your nose. Oh, sorry, go on, tell us your plan.
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He'll wake up. Granted, he won't have any teeth left, but he'll be a wiser man for it. And the last thing he will remember is your funny little joke. There are fucking rules here, yeah? There are fucking rules, for a fucking reason, and quite simply they have to be obeyed, alright? Rule number one. The distinction between bread and rum, yeah, it's not discussed! Rule number two, anything right that your superior officer, or any of your other fucking superior officers say to you, NOT DISCUSSED. Rule number three, four, five, seven, eight, nine, yeah, I don't care, right, the rest of your fucking miserable lives, because I like you am also a complete fucking sodomite. Jewish women. You do not go anywhere them because Jewish women for you are off the fucking menu. I think that's fair. All right, that's in then.
----
Alfie: Passover started off way out there in the far east, out in the sand, out in the desert where me forefathers come from you know the Jews the [inaudible, partially because a door is booming shut and locking] whatever you want to call them, but it started out as a little speck on the horizon
Billy: Arthur this isn't right.
Alfie: Billy, Billy, don't worry mate, you if you want you can leave, if you need to go to the little boy's room you can leave, I mean we're gonna open it in a while, do you wanna leave? You wanna stay? You stay there then, treacle. Okay then so! THe pharoah, he kept my people, the Jewish people, in slavery for thousands and thousands of years.
Arthur: Persecuted, right?
Alfie: He did, he persecuted my race, the killing of the innocent. Seder, this feast of what we is having hear, Seder is basically the day when the Jewish angels decided that the evil fucking Egyptians had pushed their fucking luck! Well part of our tradition to do with God to kill a king, we have to carry out a [something]. That is the ritual sacrifice of the passover goat. Yeah, and we're gonna sacrifice it, tonight. That's part of the reason why we have to shut the doors as well. But this year, we thought that we'd give the fucking goat a name.
Arthur: You named it.
Alfie: We fucking did. Yeah. After that evil fucking egyptian pharoah, you know what we called it?
Arthur: What'd you call it?
Alfie: Tommy Shelby!
[Madness begins.]
Alfie: So, then the evil egyptian scum was finally cleansed by the blood of the passover goat. [kisses both cheeks] that's from Sabini.
[Police enter]
Alfie: You fucking animal, you come in here with a fucking gun and a razor and shot him in the face, look at him, he's dead, he's dead! You won't arrest him he's [sammy] [inaudible]