Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've gone soft. You've gone soft, Tommy.

I got talking to some old bloke about Birmingham.

Arthur, after your beating, I thought you needed a break...

Guns, Mr Shelby. A serious amount of guns.

Your honesty is appreciated.

than any of you great lumps of men.

I have to find Freddie. Drink this first.

Then I'll tell you.

my conscience got the better of me.

they now blow to try and break us up.

The more they try to stop us, the madder I'll be.

No more chalking on Billy Kimber's boys.

I was a good milliner.

I thought I already was. So you are coming to the races?

But today, we're going to stop them.

The same whistles they used to blow to send us over the top,

at every race meeting north of the River Severn,

Now take what you're good at.

I was in a pub - it was called Mother Redcap.

You're a fucking barmaid.

think it's the Peaky Blinders who shot him.

So is she a prostitute?

I love her, Tommy.

and returned to you with a request for a fair hearing.

most of the paint shop there is Irish.

I just want to know where she is.

Looks like you two are making a deal.

Maguire, will you shut up?