by order of the fucking peaky blinders

4

"I have ten minutes, what do you want?" Tommy says taking a seat behind his aunt on a church bench. "An explanation" she replies. "I can tell when you're lying so don't even try it" she adds. "It was meant to be routine. I had a buyer in London for some motorcycles. I asked me men to steal me 4 bikes, petrol engines. Me men must've been drunk, picked up the wrong fucking crate." Tommy sighs softly. "So what's in the crate?" Polly asks looking at him. "Twenty five Lewis machine guns, with ten thousand rounds of ammunition. Fifty semi automatic rifles. Two hundred pistols with shells." Tommy informs. "That's why the copper is here." Polly states making the cross from shoulder to shoulder, chest to forehead. "Maybe, maybe not" Tommy says. "You're not a fool Thomas Shelby. Sell those guns to anyone who has use for them, they'll send you to the gallows. Dump them Thomas. Somewhere the police won't find. Soon." Polly warns standing up. "Do the right thing. You have your mothers common sense and your fathers devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win" Polly advises tapping his shoulder before strolling out the church.

Over at the Garrison, Charlie was sat at the bar with Diego, John and Isiah. It was her singing night and it was their night for protection.

A pretty blonde walks to the bar, where Harry is drying glasses. "I'm here about the job as a barmaid" the woman speaks with an Irish accent, catching the groups attention, making them laugh slightly. "You mad? You heard bout this place?" Harry chuckles. "I saw an advertisement" the woman says. "Jobs filled" Harry says sharply turning away. "It was in this mornings paper" the lady speaks. Harry looks at John who gives a nod. "What part of Ireland are you from?" Harry asks. "Galway. I worked at a pub in Dublin" she answers. "Name?" Harry asks. "Grace." The blonde Irish replies. "You're hired. Start tomorrow." Harry says.

"Miss Shelby, you ready?" Harry asks waving the mic near Charlotte. "See you in a bit" she tells her group taking the microphone with a smile and heading up to the stage.
Giving a thumbs up to Paul the guitarist, he starts playing.

Well, I had me a boy, turned him into a man
I showed him all the things that he didn't understand
Whoa, and then I let him go

(Charlie smirks into the microphone noticing all attention had been switched to her, winking at Diego, who laughs at the behaviour of the other men.)

Now, there's one in California who's been cursing my name
'Cause I found me a better lover in the UK
Hey, hey, until I made my getaway

( flicking her hair back, she starts walking down the stage steps, onto the main pub floor)

One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
'Cause I'm the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

( she arrived at where Isiah was sat, placing a hand on his chest, much to Johns annoyment, who slaps her hand away, giving her a glare)

Ex's and the oh, oh, oh's they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make 'em all
They won't let go
Ex's and oh's

( taking the path round the tables, keeping the attention as she swayed and danced through the pub)

I had a summer lover down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
My, my, how the seasons go by