Thomas Shelby: Hello, Alfie.
Alfie Solomons: Yeah, did you, did you look through the binoculars?
Thomas Shelby: Yeah.
Alfie Solomons: I watch ships. No two are the same. Yeah. That is how God sees us both in his eyes.
Thomas Shelby: God, eh?
Alfie Solomons: Yeah, sort of, I mean, you know, someone who's responsible for all this fucking mess. Now, how soon did you know that I was not dead?
Thomas Shelby: You wrote me a letter, Alfie.
Alfie Solomons: Did I?
Thomas Shelby: Yeah, you asked about your dog.
Alfie Solomons: Oh, they, they gave me a lot of drugs at first, yeah, all right. I was lyin' out there, and the tide come in, and it woke me up. I remember lookin' around and thinking, you know, "Fuck... if this is hell... then it looks a lot like Margate."
Thomas Shelby: Maybe that's just what hell looks like, eh?
Alfie Solomons: [picking up a copy of the Torah] No, no, not accordin' to this holy book right here, yeah? It gives a very, very vivid description. You and I are both fucked, mate.
