Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It'd be my pleasure.

Every time you lean on that stick I bet you see her face.

Where are we going?

Yes, I haven't written it out yet.

Tell me where he is, Thomas!

Come here at weekends.

I'd rather you didn't, he doesn't like to talk about this.

You love gardens.

So what do you think?

His real name is Johnson, HenryJohnson,

and one is black.

Did you know we bake over 10,000 loaves a week?

It's like me fuckin' head's just like this fuckin' black fucking barge!

And now you're on the Peaky Blinders' payroll.

"Therefore, I hope I will be treated"

We can't search every train that comes into London.

Um... You do it, I can't read it.

So what, do you live in a fucking tent or a caravan?

I'm starving, have you done anything for lunch?

Did you say, "Do a deal"?

I imagine being shot by a woman hurts the same as being shot by a man.

Are you fucking mad, Doyle?

If I sleep all the way, it's Camden Town we're heading for.

Well, I've heard very bad, bad, bad things

I appreciate this.

You just tell me where he is, Thomas.

- To talk to Arthur. - Right.

The Italian gangs and the Jewish gangs have been at war in London.

I wrote it in the diary.

It's all right, Miss Shelby. We work with Tommy.

I'm sorry, go on.

And then Alfie gave him some salt

Can you hear that?

Realistic, yeah?

No, Pol, don't be silly.

is part of a very carefully worked out plan,

I didn't want to miss your birthday, Pol.

And it just fucking drifts

Well, you can just tell me and I'll write it down.

It was a fair fight.

We take the opportunity to show our hand.

Just tell me where he is, Tommy.

We are entering a bloody phase of a bloody war

It has a garden?

in and out, in and out.