TOMMY HELD THE PHONE, waiting for John to answer but it rang out. "Fuck" he whispered. He picked it up again. "Yeah put me through to Maypole 345" he said. The phone rang in Arthur's hallway and he stood, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Arthur it's Tommy" he said. "Be quick they're asleep" Arthur whispered. "Family meeting, Charlie's Yard, boxing day. Midday" he told him. "I can't raise John but i'll send Micheal to get him. If you have to pull a gun on Linda, do it. Merry Christmas"

He ended the call.

"Merry Christmas Tom" Arthur whispered, placing the phone back in it's original place.

-

Micheal sat smoking, looking at Polly who stood at the top of the stairs. "What did you do with them?" she asked. "My tablets were in the bathroom cabinet, what did you do with them?"

Cassidy looked between the two of them, confused.

"I threw them in the lavatory" he told her. She stormed down the stairs. "Tommys orders?" she asked.

"No, my own decision"

"How am i going to get through Christmas without them? The close everything" she mumbled, slamming drawers closed. "How am i going to get through Christmas without them" She repeated. "I'll help you" Micheal said.

"They don't open anything" she whispered. "Fucking no apothecary nothing" she shouted. "You can move in with me, i'll help you" Micheal said.

Polly breathed heavily. "How am i going to fucking get through Christmas" She threw an empty bottle at the wall. Cassidy jumped and watched sadly as Polly ran around, stressed.

"You can move in with me, i'll help you" Micheal shouted. "Fuck off" she whispered. "Fuck off Thomas Shelby. Fuck off" Micheal grabbed her.

"Stop it's me, it's me"

"I don't want to, fuck off." she hissed. "It's all right it's me. Mum that has got to stop" he shouted.

"I just want the tablets"

"This has got to stop" he repeated. "Tommy said to believe in spirits with you but i can't"

"Micheal," Cassidy gently pushed him back. "Come on Pol," Cassidy urged, carefully holding the older woman's arms. "Everything will be okay, yeah? You, me, Micheal and Ada can all have a nice Christmas."

Ada waltzed in, wide eyed. "Hello Polly"

"Hello Micheal"

They stepped away from each other. "Merry Christmas" Ada tilted her head. "Door was wide open"

"Fuck" Polly whispered. "I spent the whole day tidying up i wanted it to be nice" She said on the verge of tears. "I wanted it to look nice"

"All right, Pol. It's only me" Ada grabbed her Aunt's face gently.

"It's okay we can sit" she wrapped her arms around Polly. "Sit and talk we'll put things back together. It's okay"

"I'll leave you two to it" Micheal said. "No you stay" Ada stopped him.

"Now listen, somethings happened, things have changed" she looked at Micheal. "Today, everyone in the family received one of these" Ada handed the unopened card to Polly.

Her face dropped as she read it.

"What does it mean?" Micheal asked. "Tommys called a family meeting. He wants you both to come"

Cassidy frowned, snatching it from his hand. Merry Christmas, Luca Changretta. The black hand.

-

"Micheal they're coming today, Micheal shut up and listen. Gotta get everyone out get Polly and Ada to Charlie's yard" he said. "I've told Arthur but i can't reach John"

"When you've dropped polly and Ada go to Johns place and get him out"

Tommy then went and got Charles from his room, carrying him throughout the house. "Is it Christmas?" He asked. "Not just yet but let's go, eh?" Tom said.

"Mum" Charles said as they passed the small picture of Grace on the desk. Tommy stopped, grabbing it and walking away.

-

Michaels car drove as fast as possible up the small road, being blocked by a carriage. He sped round the corner up to Johns house. "Micheal fucking slow down," Cassidy gasped, gripping onto the door. "We don't have time, Cassie." He hissed, getting out and walking up to the house.

"Hello?" he asked. A gun cocked, getting his attention. "Oh fuck it's you" John lowered the gun. "Got nothing better to do on Christmas morning?" he asked Micheal.

"Tommy wants everybody at Charlie's Yard now, come on"

"What gonna happen, it's fucking Christmas" John sighed, walking round to the front of the house. "John put that away before you shoot someone's head off," Cassidy sighed. "Yeah. I'll fucking shoot your head off, Cass," he joked, shaking her slightly.

"Look John, we don't have time for this"

"Come in the house, have some food" he told Micheal.

Esme stormed outside.

"Tell Tommy Shelby we can look after ourselves" she hissed. "Tommy says that they could come for us today" Micheal told her.

"On Christmas?"

"Tommy says, tommy says. Are you his fucking Parrot" Esme laughed looking at John. "Look it's the mafia all right"

"This is the New York mafia we're talking about" Micheal shouted.

"And we're the peaky fucking blinders" John said, his gun over his shoulder. "No we're not John, not unless we're together"

"You were together in the gallows" Esme began, "with one man missing"

"John, come to the meeting. All right, think about the kids" Micheal looked at them.

"Stop arguing and let's just go inside. You're going to scare the kids," Cassidy spoke, crossing her arms.

Esme and John looked at the vehicle that pulled up full of hay.

"No it's christmas day" Esme looked at Micheal. Michael's eyes widened as a man in a hat jumped over the hay and John stepped forward, cocking the gun.

"Get in the fucking house" he shouted. "Esme" Micheal pushed her inside.

Cassidy looked over her shoulder as the vehicle and her heart dropped when they pushed the hay back, pointing guns. "Fucking move," Micheal shouted, pushing her to the door. She stumbled on her own feet and landed on the floor.

Two more men appeared. John began shooting, so did they.

Esme's heart shattered as she saw John drop to the floor, Micheal soon after. She rushed beside him, dropping to her knees. She grabbed his face, sobbing.

"Micheal?" Cassidy asked as things began moving in slow motion. She crawled across the floor, grabbing his face and lifting his body up to hers. "Micheal?" she repeated, holding his face.

The maid appeared at the door. "Get an ambulance," Cassidy shouted, tears brimming her eyes.

The pads of her thumbs grazed the skin on his face as he looked up at her, fear painted all over his face. "Cassie," he grabbed her hand. "No, shut up." She whispered, pressing a hand onto his shoulder which had began pouring blood. "You're going to get help, you'll be okay."

Cassidy grew both scared and sad as she watched Esme cradle Johns limp body. "Is he dead? Esme, is he dead?"

Esme looked up at her with a wet face, sobbing.

Cass grabbed a fistful of Michael's clothes, holding him as close as she could. "Breath, Micheal."