The Hostage // Peaky Blinders

When Under Ether

Campbell and Amelié approach Tommy in his hospital bed. "I'm here on the King's orders... and other business," Campbell says, looking in Amelié's direction.

Tommy doesn't look at them, Amelié didn't think he even could. Campbell begins taunting the Shelby about his business and how he got sunlight in his room. He laughs and walks to the front of the bed so Tommy can properly look at him, "aren't ya gonna thank me for saving yer life?" Campbell asks.

Amelié steps forward, "and I should apologize for letting you go home last night. I should've known that Sabini would be after you..."

Tommy looks her way with just his eyes, "you working with the government now? Wouldn't expect that from you," he says bluntly.

"I didn't have a choice," she says hanging her head low.

"Pass me a cigarette," Tommy says to Campbell, lifting his weak arm to point to them.

Before handing the cigarettes that were now in his hand, Campbell begins speaking to the Shelby, "three nights ago at the cooperative stables on Montague Street, there was a murder. A man named Duggan." Campbell drops the cigarettes on Tommy's chest, "the Oxfordshire constabulary found his body in a shallow grave."

"I need to piss... Nurse!" Tommy calls out, avoiding the subject for Amelié's sake.

Campbell stops him from sitting up, "I know it was you who carried out the murder of Mr. Duggan."

"How about we talk business when a lady isn't present," Tommy says, picking up the pack and taking one out.

"This... this is no lady," Campbell chuckles, looking back at Amelié who had her face down. "You've been under my microscope for some weeks now, Mr. Shelby. I've been observing every move you make and that is why I was on hand to find her and save yer life."

"You know, Mr. Campbell. Torturing girls for fun isn't something you win medals for. Yeah... I have a few medals meself," Tommy says, lighting the cigarette.

That got to Campbell, Amelié could tell very quickly. "Mr. Shelby, our reunion is part of a very careful thought out plan which has been in place for some time now," Campbell says, standing over Tommy in his bed, "and as a result of the information in my possession I can charge you with murder and have the Russians come and take her at any time."

Amelié looks up at Campbell with wide eyes. She had agreed to work with him, would that be a mistake? Or was he only trying to scare Tommy? Whichever one it was, she didn't like it and she wanted to leave. She felt ashamed in front of Tommy like this, working with the one person who he wanted dead most. She only wished he knew why. He grabs Tommy's neck, "you're on my hook Mr. Shelby," Campbell growls. Amelié becomes startled and adjusts herself. "From this moment on," Campbell says, "you belong to me."

Amelié runs forward but Campbell grabs her by the collar of her dress and pulls her close to him, "you both belong to me," he says close to her face. Tommy sits but but groans from the pain. With wide eyes, Amelié was let go and Campbell begins to walk away, chuckling, "so get well quickly. I'll be here the moment you can piss standin' up and then I'll send you your instructions."

As soon as Campbell leaves the room, Amelié rushes to Tommy and kneels down beside him, "oh Tommy, you look awful," she pleads.

"I'll be better within the next week," he says, adjusting to get comfortable again.

"I must tell you the reason I came with him, but it cannot be here. There are ears," she whispers to him, looking around the room, "I'll help you home tonight, and we'll talk there."

"We need to go to London," Tommy says.

Tommy knew that Amelié had something to say worth hearing. Whether she could be trusted or not was not a question. The amount of abuse Campbell has put her through throughout her whole life made it obvious. They were both tortured by him, but the two minds together were dangerous.

-

Amelié helps Thomas into the gate where Curly and Charlie stood behind. Thomas demands medicine for horses and a ride to London. Charlie looks at them confused and begins bickering with him about going back to the hospital. Tommy keeps refusing and demanding to use witchcraft instead. "Charlie... please just help us," Amelié says, looking up at him, "we need to do this."

He sighs, "we only have the January. She's heavy, a ride to London will take four days."

"That's fine, can you spare Curly? He'll be my doctor," Tommy asks, "do we have tobacco?"

Curly chuckles and nods, "and tea and whiskey!"

"Right, let's get to it then," Amelié says.

She begins helping Tommy up; it was much easier now that she had Charlie to help her, but she knew she would need to take care of him from now on. Tommy begins explaining things important to Curly who was listening intently. Amelié was only focused on helping Tommy; there was nothing else more important to her right now.

-

"Tommy... wake up Tommy," Amelié says quietly, trying to wake him from his nightmare.

He was sweating and shaking, Amelié knew exactly what that meant.

He slowly opens his eyes and peers up at her.
"You were having a nightmare," she says, curling her fingers in his hair.

His head was resting on her lap, she was his pillow since there seemed to be none in the boat. "How much longer?" he asks, sitting up.

"I'd say about a day, are you thirsty?" She asks, watching closely while he gets up.

"A cigarette would be nice," he answers.

He was shivering, so Amelié takes the blanket off of her and tries to give it to him. He refuses, making it clear that he only wants a smoke, so she reaches for the pack she kept on her and pulls out one for the both of them. She hands him one and lights it for him. "Thank you, Amelié," he says, admiring her in the dark room in the boat.

"I told you not long ago that I would help," she says with a small smile. He exhales. "I don't want you to say anything right now, Tommy. I just want you to get better," she continues, taking a drag off of her cigarette.

He nods without saying another word and lays back down after finishing his cigarette. Amelié realizes that they had never fallen out of love. She had loved him and always will, and she had a feeling he felt the same. Nothing could keep their tortured souls apart.