AN: I don't own anything but the plot
~Belle~
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Finn takes food from a waitress.
"Hey! That's you kid!" John said to Finn.
Finn smiled at the screen, remembering the happy day. He didn't see his big brother happy a lot, and he was glad when he saw him happy and smiling.
Tommy: Where are they?
Johnny dogs: I don't know, Tommy.
Tommy: Arthur, John, where are they?
Johnny: I don't know
"Yeah, where the bloody 'ell are you, 'eh?" Tommy asked his brothers.
Arthur: I am telling you now, we got lost.
John: Come on.
Arthur: You really need to do a map.
"Tha' mean this' all yours?" Polly asked, curious about the family future.
Tommy light a cigar
Tommy: Right, boys, you're all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day.
Wedding.
"Congrats Tommy!" Arthur and John said.
"Who's the lucky lady?" Ada asked excitedly.
Tommy could only hope it was Grace.
John: Yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms.
"Who would have thought that in a Shelby family wedding there would be uniforms." Freddie dais, amused at the idea.
Tommy: Nevertheless... Nevertheless, John... Despite the bad blood, I'll have none of it on my carpet. Now for Grace's sake, nothing will go wrong.
Tommy would never admit it, but inside he was dancing like a fool.
Campbell fist his hands and told himself that it's in the future.
Grace looked at Tommy and smiled at the thought of a future together.
Tommy: Those bastards out there are her family.
Unfortunately, Tommy thought.
Tommy: And of you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, yout fucking kids, you do anythig...
"A little overrated, don't you think?" Lizzie asked, even as she knew the answer.
"With our family? Not at all." Polly answered.
Isaiah: Tom?
Tommy: To... What?
"Where'd you get the courage to do that lad?" Alfie asked (he knew how much Tommy was feared, especially when he's angry.)
"I'm family." He said back, as if this answered the question.
The others couldn't disagree.
Isaiah: What about snow?
John: Yeah, their women are sports, I'll tell you that...
Tommy: No. No. No. No cocaine.
"Oh man!" Isaiah groaned.
Tommy: No cocaine. No sports. No telling fortunes. No racing.
"Really Tommy?!" Arthur asked, frustrated about having no fun.
Tommy: No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars.
You could hear laughter in the room, Finn couldn't help but smile and let out a laugh as well.
(Tom slap Finn)
Michel smokes.
"Who's that?" Esme asked.
"Tha' Michel." Finn answered.
Michel? Polly thought, sparks of hope in her eyes that maybe this was her baby.
Tommy: And, you, Charlie, stop spinning yards about me, eh?
Charlie: I'm only trying to sell you to them, Tom.
Tommy rolled his eyes at his uncle.
Tommy: But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, despite the provocation from the cavalry, no fighting.
Arthur aborted, "yeah, like that gonna happen."
Tommy:Oi! No fighting. No fucking fighting. No fighting.
(Point at Michel, but say nothing.)
"Hey! Why the bloody 'ell you're not saying anything to him?" John yelled at his brother.
"How would I know 'eh?" Tommy answered back.
Tommy: NO FUCKING FIGHTING!
"U think they got it mate." Alfie said.
Tommy: Good.
A waiter bumps into Tommy.
Tommy: Get the fuck off me.
"No fucking fighting ha?" Polly said, raising one eyebrow.
Tommy didn't say anything back.
Arthur threw a carrot at the waiter.
"Well, that's it."
