MICHEAL STARED AT THE BRIGHT LIGHT, his eyes blurry as he was rushed throughout the hospital. Rosalie ran through the hospital, following after them as blood covered Michael's chest. "Get him some fucking help," Rosalie screamed.

"Please, please can we get some help here," Polly shouted. "It's all right, Micheal. It's all right, i'm here" she told her son. "You're going to be okay,"

"Micheal don't leave us now, keep breathing," Rosalie whispered, holding his hand.

Rosalie looked over her shoulder at Tommy and the others that walked in.

"No, no i don't want fucking kids in here i want soldiers" Polly told them. Rosalie's face was wet with tears.

"Go on, get out," Tommy pushed the others out.

"I want men who served in here." Polly shouted. "All right, Pol"

Rosalie pushed Michael's hair away from his face, biting her lip as he looked up at her with glossy, pain filled eyes.

"Mrs Gray please," A nurse said as Polly tried to intervene.

"Don't go..don't go," the woman sobbed. "Pol" Tommy spoke, gently pulling her away.

"Go fuck those bastards responsible!"

"All right, let them do their job, all right? Let them do their job, i'll get soldiers, i'll be back." He pointed, walking backwards.

-

Arthur sat teary eyed on the step as Tommy walked in, "Is it him?" he asked. "Yeah," Arthur grunted, getting up, "on his own doorstep. His own fucking doorstep."

Tommy walked forward. "Right get out, go on get out," he ordered to the two men.  Arthur stood close behind, practically sobbing. "What the fuck" he shouted, pushing over a table.

John's dead body lay on the table in front of them.

"Poor John," Arthur whispered. "Fucking gone."

"In the bleak midwinter." Tommy said. "We promised, Arthur."

"I can't," Arthur shook his head.

"In Hull we promised."

"Can't look at him,"

"Come here brother," Tommy whispered, "come here, come on, come here."

They both looked down at John and Arthur's breath hitches. "Now say it."Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat. "Say it brother"

"In the bleak midwinter,"

Their heads turned as Esme tan in. "You're cursed," she shouted, "and i curse you again. Look what you have done," she screamed, running at Tommy and hitting his chest. Her voice cracked and Tommy tightly wrapped his arms around her. "Come here, come here."

Esme sobbed loudly as she collapsed into Tommy's arm, looking at John.

She pushed away, feeling broken. "Leave me with him. You've spoke to him, now it's my turn."

They left the room. "No peace for either of you, ever," She said.

Esme stepped toward John, pulling back the blood soaked sheet and taking the rings from Johns hand. "Our stuff will stay with me. I'm taking the children on the road to be with decent people. They'll never know the cursed side of this family. We're done with them John. Hopefully Rosalie and Michael's child will never know the cursed side either, i'll do whatever i can to keep Rosalie and that baby from this curse. She's a good woman."

-

Everyone gathered in the Shelby house and Rosalie stood behind Finn.

"John is dead," Tommy started, "Esme's gone on the road with the Lees. She's taken the kids. Micheal is badly wounded, they say it's 60/40 in his favour."

"There's no number, there's no percentages." Polly interrupted. "So the hand, the hand beneath him stood him falling. Spoke to someone...my son will live."

Ada glanced at Lizzie then at Tommy.

"Micheal and John were shot because we killed someone. Vincente Changretta. His son Luca has come to take revenge. Men from New York and Sicily here in Birmingham. These men will not leave our city until our whole family is dead, that's how it works, an eye for an eye, it's called vendetta."

"Yeah..we'll. The bullet has been written..it says Luca. And when the time comes, and it will come, me as the oldest brother will put this bullet into his fucking head." Arthur placed the bullet down.

Rosalie dug her nails into her palms, sighing.

"There's been some bad blood between this family."

Polly laughed. "Polly, please," Arthur said quietly.

"Until this business is settled we stay together. We stay here, Small Heath, Bordesley, May Mills down to Greet. We know every face, every man is a soldier in this army. These men are professionals, they're good at what they do, so we're gonna need more than we have. I sent a message to Aberama Gold."

"No, no Tom," Johnny Dogs spoke. "I'll get you 50 Lee boys, good men, Tom."

"I don't need good men, Johnny, for this i need bad men."

"Tommy, his people are fucking savages. You know, heathens, Tom. They don't even let them in the fair, so they come and steal our horses. You know, stealing from their own, Tom."

"So this is the plan, Thomas?" Polly asked. "This is the plan? Bullet with a name on it, help from a bunch of savages."

"We're gonna go on the offensive. I've spoken to Moss."

Polly scoffed. "Moss?"

"I've spoken to Moss. Moss is putting out word, eyes and ears so we can find them. Yeah the truth id that the police are busy with the revolution. Moss says they're expecting strikes and riots when the weather gets warm and the Bolsheviks are planning to-"

"The Bolsheviks couldn't plan a fucking picnic." Roselie scoffed.

Tommy looked at her. "Real or not real, coppers don't give a fuck about us, all right? Which means, that here today in this room. We have to agree to end this war between us."

Polly glared at him.

"Take a vote"

"Peace," Arthur said. "I was never a part of this, but..peace." Ada chimed in. "Peace," Lizzie agreed.

"Peace," Charlie grunted. "Peace," Finn nodded.

"Shut up Finn," Arthur signed. "Why can't i say peace?" Finn frowned. "Arthur, let him have his say. Finn, sit down at the table."

"Little bastard," Arthur joked, grabbing the boy's face. "Sending his fucking kid, Sergeant Major..to do men's work"

"Rosalie?" Tommy asked. "I'm not apart of this, Thomas." She refused.

"My sons not here to speak, so i'll speak on behalf of us both. Truce." Polly said. Linda looked at her. "Five for peace, two for truce, on abstention. Let's get on with the war."