demimonde

1.01 // 2.06

What do you think I am, hm? What do you think I am, Tommy, eh? You think I’m a fucking idiot… You think I would say it?

Right, boys, you’re all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day. Despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet. Now, for Grace’s sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything… to… What? No. No. No. No cocaine. No cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars. And you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh?

The ghosts that visit me the most Drop by ‘cause they know they can find me here

Tommy doesn’t trust women Birmingham [x]