Speak. God and Aunt Polly are listening.

— John, wipe the blood out of his eye.
— Since then did you give orders?
— I'm a trained nurse.
— Don't make me laugh. It hurts my face.
— I bloody am.
— You went to one first aid class in the church hall and got thrown out for giggling.
— Not before I learned to stop somebody from choking.
— I'm not bloody choking, am I?
— You will be when I wrap this cloth round your neck.

— You fixing races now? Do you have permission from Billy Kimber to be fixing races, hm? Then what's got into you? You think we can take on the Chinese and Billy Kimber. Billy's got a bloody army!
— I think, Arthur. That's what I do. I think, so that you don't have to.

Thomas, you're a bookmaker, a robber, a fighting man. You're not a fool. <...> Dump them {guns} somewhere...

— I was pretending I was you. <...>
— That's why you should never pretend to be me.

Your brother doesn't obey the law, but he has rules.

— It was me who killed them. I had no control.
— You've been living with beasts.
— It was the beast that tried to stop me.

This is England, not Belfast. Bodies thrown in the rivers wash up in the papers here.

— Inspector, I responded to your invitation because I want us to understand each other. I'm a businessman. I want to make my business successful.
— And I want my city run peacefully.
— Well, if the city is peaceful, business can thrive.
— So we're on the same side.
— I think perhaps we could be.

— I don't hear the shovels against the wall... Will you help me?
— Help you with what?
— With everything. The whole fucking thing. Fucking life. Business. I found you. And you found me. We'll help each other.