— That's why I've broken that down here — a list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right? Now, a normal dispatch, well, it's, you know, 500 pounds cost. But you're going to have to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people, and I need you to put another tonne on top of that because his brother is a fucking animal and he will come after me. And then you will need to put another 100 on top of that because, well, you are a fucking wop, mate, hmmm? And you. And then we've got to deal with the ugly business, which I've been incredibly clear of before. I will need another 500 pounds, because, like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine. Total... is down there in black and white, all right? Crack on.
— It's OK. Mr Solomons, I'm going to be very fucking clear with you. I don't need you to kill anybody. I have people that I trust. So, you're going to take my boys and you're going to bring them to the ring as seconds.
— Well, in order to qualify as my seconds they would first have to qualify as being Jewish. Yeah? And in order to do that, they would have to replace their natural Italian fucking arrogance with a Jewish air of absolute certainty. See, my good friend Thomas Shelby, he will know the difference.
— These days, back in the old country, a lot of the, er, you know, the Jewish people, they, er...they are having to pass themselves off as Italian.
— Right, well, you will have to add another tonne on to your bill for being a cunt, man. All right?
— You will bring my man to Birmingham?
— You will circumcise them. You will have to circumcise them because the Peakys will check.