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Dorothy sat in the front of the car loudly singing a song that their mother sang to them when they were children. Tommy Shelby felt as though he was going to die with Arthur and John singing the song extremely loudly and out of tune.
The small group stopped and Arthur replaced Dorothy in the front, besides Tommy. "The Peaky boys are going on fucking holiday!!!!" Arthur yelled with excitement as he stood up in the car. "Sit down you mad bastard." Tommy laughed as John and Dorothy pulled their older brother down.
Dorothy and John chatted about life as Tommy parked the Fiat in a two-lane road by a field of rustling wheat. Dorothy rolled her eyes as she sat on the roof of the car as Tommy, Arthur and John's silhouettes faced her as they pissed on the side of the country road.
"You know what Tommy? Esme's bloody right. You can't beat the country." Arthur stated as he looked at the wheat fields. "I want to live in the country as well." Arthur continued as the boys buttoned up in unison and turned to walk back to the car. Jumping down Dorothy sat back in the back of the car. "And I want to keep chickens," Arthur added. " Fucking chickens..." Tommy murmured softly making Dorothy let out a chuckle at her brother's response.
"My turn in the front," John stated making his way towards the passenger's seat. "Bloody kid," Arthur mumbled as Dorothy reached out and whacked him on the head. "Oi!" Arthur yelled glaring at his younger sister.
Tommy shared a look with Dorothy as he walked to the boot. "What have you done now Thomas?" Dorothy asked as she climbed out of the fiat and stood beside Tommy as he twisted the handle. "Arthur, John, come here," Tommy ordered. Arthur and John hesitated before walking over to where Tommy and Dorothy stood.
The Crows and seagulls call out from above them as the group stood behind the car. Pulling out three shovels Tommy gives one to Arthur as John and Arthur walked towards them and looks inside the trunk.
Arthur and John look inside the trunk and see the body of the man Tommy shot, a single bullet hole in his head. Staring at the body for a while Arthur staggered back. "Holy shit, Tommy." Arthur spoke as Dorothy calmly pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her coat pocket and lit the cigarette still staring at the dead man.
"We need to bury him." Tommy stated calmly. "Yeah no shit Sherlock." Dorothy replied. "Who the fuck is that?" John asked as Dorothy handed him a cigarette and the box of matches. "I don't know. I didn't ask." Tommy replied as Dorothy chuckled at Tommy's response.
Tommy walked away from the car and checked to se wether the road to see if it was clear, whilst Arthur and John stood by Dorothy still recovering. "It's Irish business. I thought it best if I dealt with it on my own."Tommy answered. "Does it make it any better." Dorothy questions looking over at her brother as Tommy balanced a Shovel on his shoulders.
"Come on, we did a thousand of these in France." Tommy replied. "The quicker you do it the quicker we get to London." Dorothy commented. "Fuck off Dorothy." Arthur snapped.
"Grab his legs Arthur. John, grab his arms. That's an order." Tommy ordered as Arthur immediately grabbed the dead man's legs and Tommy grabbed his arms, whilst John grabbed a a stray arm and dropped his cigarette.
"So we're not really going to London?"John asked. "Once we've buried him." Tommy replied as the man's head flops back.
