"Okay, I see him coming out of the fog," Pat said. Micheal sat at the chair, finishing his drink and placing his cigarette in his mouth. They watched as Tommy walked into the room.

"How was the flight?"

"They say it's the future, i'm not so sure. Whiskey" he sat. "Hello, Micheal"

"Tommy" he nodded.

"Give me another" Tommy instructed, finishing his drink.

"We want you to take us to where the opium is being stored," Micheal said. "And then we will provide you with the bankers draft for the full amount" Connor spoke.

"Five million dollars" Tommy said. "Five million dollars" Micheal repeated, taking his hat and walking outside.

"I'll go with Tommy, you boys follow behind"

Tommy got to the car and Micheal felt about his pockets. "Shot, forgot me cigarettes" he said, walking back inside. Tommy got inside the car, closing the door.

Micheal hadn't forgot his cigarettes..

The men in the other car watched carefully from behind.

Micheal sat, taking his hat off and placing his gun on the table. Tommy looked down at his pocket watch, watching the seconds go down.

Michael's heart pounded.

Tommy sat patiently, looking at the steering wheel.

Micheal jumped as a loud bang sounded, smashing the windows of the pub. Glass shattered everywhere. He slowly lifted him head, breathing heavily. "Mum, it's done. It's over. May god forgive me"

Micheal looked over his shoulder, walking outside, freezing when he saw that Tommy's car was perfectly fine and the other one was up in flames.

Tommy got out the car, gun in hand. He pointed it. "Johnny, Johnny where are you?" he shouted.

Johnny Dogs walked round.

"I changed the ticker like you said, Tom. Tell me i've done a good thing here Tom."

Micheal looked between the two. "Goodbye Micheal"

"Goodbye Johnny, you're a good man."

"I'm gonna go look at the fog, Tom" Johnny nodded, walking off.

"Speak to me. Speak to me Micheal." Tommy said. "You killed her" Micheal said. "Polly made her own choices, Micheal"

"No. No one close to you makes a choice without your opinion Tom. Not Arthur, not me, not Ada. We can't escape you. Your lethal hand is always on our shoulders."

"Polly was half of me, still visits me in my dreams. She'll visit me no more" he said before sending a bullet into Michael's head. His body flew backwards, hitting the floor. "I have no limitations" he whispered.

-

Delilah sat, completely drunk, staring at the wall. She knew someone would visit, she could feel it. She could feel the shivers climbing up her body.

"Delilah, Delilah, come play with the horses," a voice shouted from outside. She jumped up, looking out the window at Ruby who stood waving at her in the dark.

Lilah ran downstairs, out to the stable. "Ruby?" she asked, dropping to her knees as the girl ran into her arms. "What are you doing here?"

"A boy called Reggie told me to come see you. He said you needed me" Ruby said, touching Delilah's red hair. "What do you mean..?" she frowned. "He said you were sad. And somethings happening, isn't it? But it's all wrong, everything's fine, i know it."

Delilah's lips parted.

"Everything's okay, Lilah. You need to believe me."

-

Everyone clapped as Tommy approached the table. "That's enough," he cleared his throat. "Thank you all for coming, we'll at least i can say that i am one of those rare politicians who actually makes good on his promises. Country estate," he pointed, "requisitioned to make way for houses for working people"

"I improved my own home with good intentions and 1,500 pound of dynamite. Now i'm back where we began, with horses and caravans. Vagabonds and thieves. Frances, sit down please"

He filled a glass of champagne. "I'd like to raise a toast, a simple toast" everyone stood. "To family"

"To family,"

Delilah stared at her lap.

"Sometimes, it is shelter from the storm. Sometimes it is the storm itself" he nodded. Charles looked at his father as he sat back down.

"Planning on going away for a bit. After i'm gone, Ada, in this family, it was you who was born to be a politician, not me, remember that. And if ever a seat is to become available in this ugly old city, you should run."

She chuckled softly.

"Delilah, i've bought land in America, in New York, for you and Isiah. A nice place for you to raise Madeline. And if you decide to take Charles with you, there's a stable, a big one." Tommy
looked over at her and she nodded, avoiding his eyes.

"Where's Arthur,"

"He went for a walk down the river, said he's not good at farewells, so he decided to go catch a trout instead." Linda spoke.

He nodded.

"He told me to tell you that, "where you're going, Tommy, there will i be. Very soon, love Arthur" Linda said.

Ada frowned. "How does Arthur know where you're going, Tommy?" she asked.

"You watch him, Linda. You love him. Charles, i want you to look after your mum, you tell her i'm sorry, you hear me?"

"I want you to be the.." he stopped, turning around.

"Exactly how long are you going away for, Tommy?" Ada asked. He ignored her, walking around to Duke, Curly pulling him to a hug. He kneeled, whispering to Duke.

A defeated feeling filled Charles as he did so. "Delilah, you get away from all of this. Go live in that nice house, take Charlie and raise Madeline with the life you never got"

Delilah stood, walking after him as he turned to Johnny. "Dad," she whispered. He looked at her and she fell into his arms, taking a fist full of his shirt. "I love you, dad"

"I love you too, my girl"

Tommy nodded at his uncle, walking toward the caravan. "Is she hitched, Johnny?"

Ada stood, walking after him. "Tommy you tell me right now where you are going," she said in a panic. "You have to carry the bucket on your own this time, Ada."

"Tommy, you come to me with everything. You always come to me."

"Not this time, not this one, sister"

"What the fuck does that mean. Where are you going?" she watched as he walked off. "Tommy!"

-

1 month later

Tommy lay on the floor on the grass hill, outside the small caravan. The sound of a bird woke him and he sat, squinting. He opened a bottle of liquor, sipping it.

He looked at the caravan, walking into it hesitantly.

He placed his gun down on the table full of pictures. Grace, Polly, John. He laced his ring down, his pocket watch, everything he had on him.

Tommy looked out to the hill, lighting a cigarette.

Once he put it out, he picked up the gun, standing at the door and holding it to his head. "In the bleak midwinter"

"Dad, come outside" he heard, "dad it's me"

He stepped out, running when he saw Ruby coming toward him. Tommy picked her up. "Did Polly send you? Did Polly send you? Or am i dead already?"

"No" she spoke. "You're not dead, you're not even sick"

"But i am, my darling" he frowned. "I am sick. Sick like you was"

"No, not true. I know it, you've got to live, daddy." she argued. "You let the fire go out. Light the fire again and get warm and you will see, you must live."

Tommy looked back, Ruby no longer being stood there.

He kneeled down beside the fire, pulling a piece of a newspaper which displayed Mosley and Diana's wedding where his doctors had attended, the Chancellor Hitler attended also.

-

"Have you filled the car with petrol?" Holford asked. "I said, have you filled the car with petrol?"

Tommy grabbed him, covering his mouth and holding the gun to his head. "How was the wedding in Berlin?" he asked. "I hear Chancellor Hitler himself was the best man. You've been my doctor now for three years. I never knew you were so well connected, oh and the doctor at St Thomas' who you send me to for a second opinion. She was a maid of honour at the same wedding. Also very well fucking connected. On your knees, Holford"

His breath was shaky.

"I'm guessing all you people decided that the only person that could ever Thomas Shelby, was Thomas Shelby himself. You made me believe death was coming, let my nature do the rest, eh?"

"You may not have tuberculoma Mr Shelby. But you are sick, i know you. You are sick with guilt. Sick of death at your own hand. Sick of who you were. You are no longer the kind of man who would kill another man in cold blood. Tommy, you have been on a journey from the back streets to the corridors of power. You can't go back. You are a different man. The gun no longer belongs in your hand"

Tommy stared at him. "Oh, but i am back. Back from under the ground. Close your eyes, close your eyes"

He did. A bell tolled. Tommy checked his watch, lowering his gun.

-

Lilah smiled, watching Charlie play with Madeline in the large back garden.

Delilah had fulfilled her promise that she made to her little brother and she moved to the big house, got him a new horse. She made sure he was getting the attention and love he never received growing up.

"Charles, Maddie, come in and wash your hands," she shouted.

The ran past her, into the house.

"Isiah is coming home with food, he will be here soon."

The disappearance of Delilah's father, or what she assumed his death, was the death that surprisingly shattered her the most, it broke her heart into more pieces than ever before. She thought it was the death of her mother or Reggie that hurt her more, but she soon realised that she needed Tommy more than she ever needed them, as horrible as it was to admit, it was true. Although Delilah Shelby didn't get the happy ending she deserved and wanted. It was happy enough. Francis and Reggie would still visit every now and again. Grace had came once. Charlie was coping better with the death of his younger sister and now helped Delilah with business.