Delilah walked into the house, stopping when she saw a young boy sat at the table with Polly. "Oh..hello?"

"Delilah, this is Micheal" Polly said. The boy stood, holding his hand out. "Nice to meet you" he smiled. She shook his hand and pulled a chair beside him. "He's my son"

"But i thought.."

"So did i," Polly said. "Well, welcome to the family" Delilah smiled at him.

Before anymore conversation could start, Arthur and John ran in. "Bang" Arthur said, pointing at John. "John, your dead, you're supposed to go down"

John cleared his throat, placing the gun back in his holster. Arthur slowly turned around. "Boys, this is your cousin Micheal" Tommy said.

"Yeah..yeah you've already met me, i used to throw you out the window for John to catch" Arthur said quietly. "I used to kick you down watery lane in a box" John grinned. Micheal stood again, shaking their hands.

"i bet you're glad to be back" Tommy sighed. " I don't remember any of it, only remember the day they took me away" Micheal nodded.

-

"Polly said you own this place. A lot of businesses" Micheal followed Tommy through the pub. "You call her Polly or mum?"

"Can't get used to calling her mum yet"

Tommy sighed. "Who you calling?" he asked. "My mother."

"What are you gonna tell her"

"Where i am,"

"And now you're gonna tell her you going home" Tommy told him. "Polly said i could stay for a few days"

"You want to stay?"

"I only just arrived"

"What age are you Micheal?"

"Seventeen"

"Same age as our Lilah. Which means it's not up to you, right" Tommy said. "I'm eighteen in a few weeks i make up my own mind"

"You smoke?"

He shook his head.

"Drink?"

"No"

"You're gonna call your mother, tell her you're getting the next train home. When you get there write a letter to Polly saying when your 18 you'll come back here"

"I just told you" Micheal stopped him. "I make up my own mind"

-

Peaky Blinders charged through the Eden club, attacking people. "Right boys let's go" Arthur shouted.

People began screaming as they watched blood fly everywhere, faces getting slashed.

Arthur smashed a bottle over someone's head.

"Mario!" he shouted, looking around. Mario rushed back up the stairs, "Mario" he repeated, following the man. Mario turned around and Arthur ginned, hitting him in the face with a bottle.

"Come here" he slammed Mario into the bar, glass shattering as he dragged him along.

"Sabini's day is done" Arthur shouted. Arthur grabbed a half smashed glass. "I'll protect you now" He stuck it into the skin on Mario's face.

"Oh shut up" he hissed at the screams, throwing Mario to the floor.

"Stop fucking whinging. Due to my razor blade, and a few complaints from the neighbours" he began, "about the terrible fucking music,"

He dragged Mario from the floor. "Do you wanna tell em or should i" he asked.

"This place is under new management, by order of the peaky blinders" he spoke into the microphone.

-

Micheal walked into Tommys office. "Micheal" Tommy nodded.

Micheal smiled softly. "Vacancy's been filled" Tommy sipped from a glass. "Not according to this morning paper" Micheal placed it down, clearing his throat.

He sat down.

"At school i was top of the class in mathematics" he stated, "and i did a night school course in accountancy at Worcester College"

Tommy crossed his arms.

"Mum says you've had six different accountant clerks in the last six months" he paused, "when respectable men see the things they do, they leave"

"Well i, like Lizzie out there, already know what you do. Mum said you went to be 80 percent legal within two years"

"Three"

"I can help" Micheal offered. "I know both sides and you know you can trust me"

"I want to help you Tommy, become legal"

-

Delilah sat beside the fire, swirling around the whiskey inside her glass. She blinked hard, trying to keep herself awake. The door slammed, she didn't even look to see who it was.

She sipped the glass.

"What are you doing drinking that?" Tommy asked, leaning a hand on the table. She ignored him.

"Delilah?" he spoke. She sniffed. "Delilah i am talking to you" he shouted, slamming his fist on to the. "I know, and i'm choosing to ignore you" she sighed.

He grabbed the glass from her hand, launching it at the wall.

Delilah closed her eyes, letting out a breath. "What are you achieving by doing that, Tommy?" she asked. He raised his eyebrows at the name call. "Do you expect me to apologise for whatever it is that i've done?" she asked.

"What has gotten into you" he asked, frowning.

She laughed. "What's gotten into me? What the fuck has gotten into you"

"Don't turn this on me, Delilah, you have barely spoken a word to me in three months. You're sneaking around, drinking fucking...whiskey" He said, raising his voice.

"You fucking made me like this" She shouted loud, standing up, inching toward him. "You, nobody else" she whispered, pressing a finger into his chest. "And it's time that you accept that you are a terrible person"

"Get out"

Delilah scoffed. "You do this every time, you tell me to leave. Tell me to fucking leave"

His hand collided with her face, slapping her. Her head flew to the side, her mouth open. She let out a shaky breath, taking a step backwards. Delilah nodded slowly. "Nice, dad, really nice" she whispered, picking up her coat and heading for the door.

The door slammed and John appeared from around the corner.

"What the fuck did you do now?" he asked, taking a deep breath. "I hit her" Tommy whispered. "You fucking did what?" John shouted.

"I hit her, John"

"Tommy that's not okay, that's your kid. Your only kid. She's all you've got left of Francis, and you are destroying her day by day"

Tommy pushed John up against the wall, holding his chin. "Are you going to hit me too? Cause if you are, do it" John hissed. Tommy breathed heavily. "Delilah is like my own fucking kid, Tom, i'm the one who sits there, consoling her when you've fucked up, i'm the one who makes sure she's home okay, i'm the one who fucking goes after her when you send her away" He raised his voice, growing angry.

"Don't make the same mistake dad did, because the more you continue acting like this, the less of a chance you'll have of her forgiving you"

Tommy let him go, walking away and into his bedroom.

"Tommy" A voice whispered. He looked around. "Tommy" it spoke again. He frowned, looking over at the chair beside the fire. "Franny?" he whispered. "Hello, Thomas"

He frowned. "What are you doing to our girl, Thomas?" she asked. "Francis..what-"

"Tommy, she's still hurting, just as much as you. And the more you push her away, the more she hates you" Francis spoke. "She needs you"

"But you can't give her what she needs, can you? Because everything you touch, Thomas Shelby, turns to dust. Everything you touch, breaks. And you watch, letting it happen" she leaned forward, a cold look on her face, As he went to speak again, he opened his eyes, sitting up straight and panting.

He looked around. "Francis" he asked.