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"I've lost another tooth, Tommy. I'm going to have none left." Arthur complains as he grabbed a bottle of whisky to wash out his mouth. "Some fucking holiday this is," Arthur grumbled as John and Dorothy hoot with laughter and Tommy ends up laughing too.

The four siblings lean against a wall under the gaslight. Tommy slaps Arthur on the shoulders and as he stands to attention. "So. Are you alright without your fucking medicine Arthur?" Tommy asked as Arthur grinned and nods firmly.

"John? You alright? Or should I be asking that question to your wife?" Tommy stated grabbing John by the shoulder. "No more talk of keeping chickens, alright?" Tommy continued as John and Arthur laughed as Dorothy let out a chuckle from behind the three brothers.

The three siblings watched as Tommy walked away into the darkness, that covered them like a coat. "I've got fifty quid here," Tommy stated holding the money in his hand. Dorothy walked up to him and snatched the money straight out of his hand. "Let's go and paint the town." Dorothy grinned as she walked away from her brothers.

Tommy shrugs as he walks away into the gas light, following Dorothy. Arthur stood straightened his hat on his head before following his younger siblings. Sighing John straightened his collar out and followed his other siblings into the night.

"Can you drive?" Tommy asked as he placed his arm on Dorothy's shoulders. "Yeh I can," Dorothy replied as she took the key from Tommy and hopped into the driver's seat. The drive home was quiet as Arthur and John sat in the back seat passed out. Checking the road in front of her Dorothy looked in her mirror to see Arthur snoring happily with his head rested on his hand and with John's head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay after the fight?" Tommy asked as he looked over at his sister, who let out a yawn as she kept her eyes on the road. "I'm worried." Dorothy replied." Go on." Tommy encouraged as he lit a cigarette. "What happens if Sabini goes after Aida or god forbid Karl, cus if he does I won't be able to forgive myself," Dorothy replied looking over at Tommy. "They won't," Tommy answered.

"You go to sleep and I'll take the wheel," Tommy stated as Dorothy let out another yawn. Stopping the Car Dorothy switched places with Tommy before falling asleep in the passenger's seat.

When Dorothy awoke she found herself in her bed with the sun shining through the curtain and the birds chatting to one another. Opening the door she could hear Tommy and Aunt Polly shouting at each other in the gambling den. "Bloody hell." Dorothy groaned as she walked down the stairs to the basement.

"When I asked him where his medicine was he said that you poured it away," Polly stated. "All I poured away was opium and bromide," Tommy stated as Dorothy walked into the office. "Good morning Aunt Polly and Brother." Dorothy grinned as she closed the door behind her. Her smile was met with a glare from her Aunt. "Dorothy," Tommy replied as he poured himself and Dorothy a glass of whiskey.

"That's how it works in London?" Polly questioned glaring at the Tommy. "Every boss has to have a mad dog at his side. Somebody who can't be predicted, mad in the head. But Thomas Shelby uses his own brother." Polly continued. "Wait, it isn't all Tom's fault, we all know how badly the war can fuck men up," Dorothy argued as she leant against the wall. "And a faithful bitch by his side." Polly snapped back. Throwing her glass to the floor she marched over to where Aunt Polly stood and pushed her against the desk with a knife to her throat. "I ain't nobody's bitch." Dorothy hissed as she stomped off to a chair in the corner of the room

"Stop fucking fighting," Tommy shouted. " Somebody has to!" Polly shouted back. "That arrived an hour ago. There is no name on it but I came from Camden Town" Polly stated. "I was going to burn it. I should have." Polly explained. "Well done Tommy, you picked a side. Now your at war with Sabini." Polly stated as she turned and marched out of the office.