The man walked through the dark, cold hall, stopping in front of Micheal as snow fell. "I'm here on behalf of your wife Gina and Jack Nelson. Mr Nelson's prepared to get you out of here. But first he needs an answer to a question. If the answer is yes, you'd be released. If the answer is no, you'll stay."

"I have consulted my mother,"

"Your mothers dead" the priest said. "Nevertheless, i've consulted her. And, yes, when i'm released it is my intention to kill Tommy Shelby"

-

Micheal walked out to the door, running a hand over his hair. He placed his hat on his head, lighting a cigarette. "You want a drink first or a whore first?" the man asked.

"I want to see my wife first"

"After you've fucked your wife, you're going to kill a man, right?" he asked. Micheal ignored him, walking past him and getting inside the car.

-

Lizzie sniffed as Tommy closed the door to Ruby's room. "The smoke from your daughters funeral is still in your clothes..and you slept with someone. Not just someone, the enemy" she let a singular tear fall. "Every enemy we ever had in one woman."

"There are some things that i do, Lizzie-"

"You're not so good at lying any more, Tommy," she interrupts him. "These days the truth gets in your eyes"

"I have to go to Canada, Lizzie. I need to know where you will go" Tommy places his hands in his pockets.

"You see? You just accept it" she whispered. "You don't fight it. You are cursed, Tommy. Never to understand the limits that other people will accept. Never to be allowed in where everybody else is. A curse never to be lifted."

"I will be away, Lizzie. And while i'm gone, i know a place-"

"Always gone. Always away" she mocked. "Well now your rings are gone, your rings are away. I'm already packed" Lizzie's voice cracked as she held her hand up. "Now leave me to say goodbye to Ruby"

Tommy licked his bottom lip, leaving the room and walking out to the stables where Charles sat. Delilah was beside him, drying her hands on a towel.

"I have to go away for a bit, Charlie." he said as the boy washed his hands in the water. "Look at me. Hey, look at me,"

"Mum already told me she's leaving. And she told me why."

Lizzie walked inside, joining them. Tommy leaned against the fence.

"Mum, where are you going?" Charlie asked. "A hotel..and then your father will get me a house." she said quietly. "Delilah will be going back over to a America when business is done"

"Lilah...i'll come with you, i'd rather be with you, wherever it is." he looked at Lizzie. "You're not my mum, but you're more my mum than he is my dad. He's never here, i'd be on my own here,"

"Oh, Charles, love" Lizzie breathed.

"I don't think dad would allow that, Charlie." Delilah sniffed.

Tommy stared at the floor, listening before looking up. "You can go," he said. "You can go, son, i know a good place, Lizzie, i'll arrange that place. And, Charlie, you can take him, eh?" he nodded toward the white horse. "They have stables at this new place, after a while he'll listen to you. He'll forget about Ruby, that's how horses are. Then when Delilah goes back to New York, you can go with her,"

"And you'll be here all alone?" Lizzie asked.

"I'm buying land, Lizzie. I'm buying up land. This place i've bought, i was going to knock down but you can go there."

"Dad," Charlie stopped him. "Where will you go?"

Tommy ignored him, walking out of the stables.

-

Delilah sat at Tommy's desk, rooting through the drawers. There had to be a reason he was so keen to go away. She knew that she shouldn't be looking for answers. Because if there was a reason, Delilah knew it wouldn't be good, she knew it would hurt.

Lilah pulled out a brown file, frowning and opening it up. Her heart pounded when she took out an X-ray. She held it up to the window, her breath hitching when she saw what was on it.

Tubercular. He had it in his brain.

Delilah shakily picked up the phone. "Arthur," her lip trembled.

-

Arthur stumbled to his feet. "I know, i stole your keys" he lied, holding up the file. "Tuberculoma," he whispered, throwing the X-ray to the desk. "In your brain"

"Yeah, but i still have time to do what i need to do." Tommy sighed.

"Fuck you, Tommy."

"I don't need anyone to know, Arthur."

"No you don't, do you? You don't need anything do ya?" Arthur said quietly.

"No, i don't need anything. I don't need anything. How long have we been dead for, eh? You and me. At least now i'll have a certificate."

Arthur scoffed.

"Wherever it is, i'll get the drinks in and i'll wait for you." Tom raised his voice. Arthur sat. "Fucks sake,"

"Yeah, all them bullets that missed. It's funny, Arthur. It's funny is what it is. So don't you fucking weep"

Arthur kicked the table. "Weep?"

"When everyone is taken care of financially i'll take myself away. On my own. I don't want anyone..anyone who may or may not love me, to have to see me crawl, and grow insane and helpless. That would be a cruelty to me and to them. By the time people know the truth, i will be gone."

"What about Lizzie? What about fucking Delilah, she has no one."

"I have some papers i need you to sign on behalf of the company," he said.

"You told Delilah?"

"I'm working with the housing minister. I will be allocating contracts, construction contacts worth ten million pounds."

"You haven't told Delilah?"

"Some contracts i'll be allocating are with companies in which we have an interest-"

Arthur wiped the papers off the table. "Fuck you and your contracts! Delilah already fucking knows, she found the file, Tom. She's in bits."

Tommy paused for a moment, his heart sinking.

"She'll have no one if you die, Tom. Francis is dead, you'll be dead."

"So the Shelby Company Limited will continue to earn money. But mostly, Arthur, i'm doing it because it's a good thing. Building houses." he cut him off.

"Oh" Arthur said sarcastically.

"Yeah, for ordinary working people"

"Yeah. Good for you. Fucking-"

"I'm the interests of a fairer future. Before that, i will be going to Canada, to collect payment for the shipment. Five million pounds," he shouted.

"Five fucking million!" Arthur shouted back.

"Which i will share among the Shelby family. And that will be my legacy, instead of me, there will be money. Because for most of the people who are close to me, that is what i am, fucking money. That's my agency"

"Is that all you think you are, eh? Hm? Stand up" Arthur walked round to him. "You heard me, stand up, on your feet." he kicked the chair. "On your fucking feet"

"Arthur"

"On your feet, soldier. On your feet." he grabbed Tommy by the shirt and dragged him. "Stand the fuck up"

Tommy fought against him. "Arthur! No, enough!" he shouted, pushing him against the wall.

He let him fall. "Enough!"

Arthur held the table, pushing back tears.

"Now you know, you tell no one else. Until i'm gone."

"Until your gone, yeah?" he whispered.

"When the time comes, i'll call you. I'll tell you where, it'll be a wagon"

"Fuck your wagon" he shouted.

"You light the flame. You bring Charlie and Curly, no one else. Get drunk, rake the ashes for silver and gold"

"Fuck you! And your fucking plans!" Arthur held his head, looking up at the portrait of John. "That time i did let you fucking win. John" he raised his glass. "Fuck you, John." he sobbed. "Fucking both of you"

"Arthur, Arthur" Tommy held his shoulder. "Come here, come here" he repeated, holding his face. "Let me see your eyes"

"I'm clean, man, the dragons fucking gone. Thanks to you, fucking thanks to you" he said, grabbing Tommy and holding him in a tight embrace.

-

Delilah sat in the chair of Tommy's office, a glass of whiskey in hand. She gave him a cold look as he entered the room, stopping at the sight of her. "How long?" she asked.

He placed down his jacket and closed over the door.

Delilah stood, slamming the glass onto the table. "How fucking long?" she shouted. He ignored her looking down so she stormed up to him, aggressively grabbing the sides of his arms. "I know, dad. I know that you're dying, how long? How long have you knew and kept it a fucking secret like everything else in your life?"

"Delilah," he whispered.

Her eyes were glossy. "No," she shouted, "you don't get to do this to me, you don't get to try convince me that you have a reason behind keeping it a secret because at the end of the day i am your daughter, your first born. The child of your first wife. And i will remain that, meaning no matter what you do it will still hurt me more than anyone else. I was the one by your side through everything, dad. Everything. And now you're just going to..going to disappear?" Her voice was shaky.

"You may have destroyed any chance of happiness i've ever had but you are still my father and i'll always need you. No matter what, i'll need you. Not my mother, not Arthur or Lizzie, you. And fuck you for keeping this from me. Fuck you for doing everything you have done over the past ten years. You have ruined everything. Charlie will grow up without a dad, Madeline will grow up without knowing who you were,"

"Delilah, please."

She swallowed. "In here," she began, placing a finger on her chest. "I am still your little girl, i am still fourteen years old, holding onto my fathers hand, afraid to let go incase he disappeared back to the battle fields again. And i'm going to have to finally let go, aren't i? No matter how much i want to hold on until i can't, i have no choice. My mum always told me that holding onto something that can't hold on back is the worst form of torture i can give myself. But this time, i'm willing to torture myself, i'm willing to hold on, no matter how much it will hurt. But this time i'm afraid if i lose someone, i'll never let go. Dad, I need you."

A sob left her mouth and Tommy's heart practically broke at her words. "Oh, my girl," he whispered, placing a hand on the back of her head and hugging her. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

"I'm afraid that i'm the person you're going to have to let go of. Because i've never been the father you needed, my girl. I allowed myself to let go of you years before you were ready, and i'm deeply sorry for that. I'm sorry for all the hurt i have caused and i know that no amount of apologies will fix that. But Delilah, you are my daughter and you are the strongest person i know."

She pulled back, shaking her head.

"Don't do this, please," she begged, "don't make me let go, i cannot let go."