Michael Gray

— Are you coming back?
— Nothing to come back to.

— So, what's the strategy?
— You can smile. You... don't smile.

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— ... You took four bullets. Only one was live. One was a ricochet... Two were already spent.
— Two has passed through John. The last thing I remember was his face. I watched him go.

— Look, it's the Mafia, all right? This is the New York Mafia we're talking about.
— And we're the Peaky fucking Blinders.
— No, we're not, John. We're not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we're together.
— You were together on the gallows, with one man missing.

Listen, Mum. I'm going to get better slowly... But you need to get better fast. Without you, he falls apart, and without him... Without him, they'll take us all. You've got to get us through this.

— I'm getting back in this car.
— Michael, you're number two on Luca Changretta's hit list.
— Yeah, and I'll stay in a hotel.
— You stay in a hotel, I'll know where you are, so will the people who take you there, so will the people who work in the hotel, and hotels don't move around. They don't even know where they'll be tomorrow. They follow the Patrin and the crows.