"How was I?" Bea asks Polly as the Betting Shop closed.
"Better than I expected," Polly compliments.
"I taught her everything," Finn mocks as he passes by them.
"Sure you did. You're a man now, aren't you Finn?" Polly replies mocking as well and looks at Bea again. "I'll certainly have a word with Tommy. You're good with the numbers, maybe too good to just work on the bets."
Bea tries to contain her smile, knowing that she could even not be allowed to work at the Betting Shop because of many reasons, but Polly's praises did sound promising to her.
"Finn told me Tommy is running for MP."
"He is. He's been busy with the campaign, but I'll talk to him about you tomorrow. I've spoken before and he said he wanted to be informed when you returned."
"That's great," she says excitedly. "Maybe he already has a job for me in mind."
"Maybe," Polly agrees. "Finn! Put Bea's bags in my car."
"Sure, Aunt Pol," Finn says when he shows up with two of her Bea's bags. "I was wondering..." he starts as he walked back in the shop with empty hands. "Could I go and stay with you tonight?"
"No," Polly answers quickly and unyielding.
"But I—"
"No, Finn," Polly interrupts him with a hard look. "You're not staying with us tonight. Don't think I don't see what you want, boy."
"I don't want anything..."
"Sure you don't. There's no discussion, you're not coming home with us tonight. Get the rest of her bags."
Finn stared defeated at Polly, then glanced at Bea before going back to his office to get her other bags.
Leaving Finn in Small Heath, Polly and Bea go to the former's house. Polly welcomed her home with a smile, and after letting her bags by the entrance of the house she lead her to a 'surprise'.
They head to the room when Bea used to paint, but now the room was different: it was filled only with material that Bea would require, some flowers on vases to brighten up the room, and some of the small paintings she had done already handing on the walls.
Bea's jaw dropped in amazement and surprised and gratefulness.
"Polly... this is... so much more than I could have ever asked of you."
"I didn't use the room anyway, so might as well just turn it into a painting room for you."
"I can never repay you, Polly. But I most certainly will try."
Polly smiles at Bea. "If you need anything else in this room..."
"There's nothing more. It's perfect Polly. I own you... everything I have."
The next day, Bea went back to the shop with Polly. Finn arrived soon after. They worked yet again for the rest of the day, and before it's closing time, Finn goes to speak to Polly.
"Can Bea and I leave early?"
"Why?"
"Well... I told Isaiah that she was back and he wants to see her, so we were thinking of going to The Garrison."
"Yes, I do want to go to The Garrison, thanks for asking me first," Bea says slightly annoyed at how he didn't speak to her beforehand.
Polly looked at Bea before turning to Finn again.
"Well, since you aren't actually working Bea, you may go. You, Finn, however... there's still work to do."
"But, Pol—"
"There's still work to do, Finn," Polly dismisses as she looks down at the papers in front of her, not giving much attention to Finn. "Your office isn't there just for you to show off. Do your job, and when the time comes, you can go have fun."
Bea chuckles, seeing as Finn's plan failed completely and she was free to go but he wasn't.
"Why don't I head out first and we'll meet at The Garrison?" she suggests to Finn. "Besides, is Bonnie at the gym? I might go there and check it myself."
"You do that, then. Go see if you find your brother or Aberama to tell them you're back. I still haven't talked to Tommy, but I'll try in a little bit again."
"All right. Thanks, Polly."
"Where are you staying tonight?" she asks as Bea walks to the door. "Are you coming back to my house or... is Finn kindly showing you around some more?"
"If it's not too late I'll go to your house, but if not... I'll work out something."
"Behave," Polly warns before Bea finally leaves.
Bea was arriving at the gym when Bonnie came out of it. Her face lit up and she shouted his name, as he didn't look in her direction straight away. Bonnie then turned his head and smiled as Bea ran to him.
"Bonnie, Bonnie!" she shouts as she runs before crashing into his arms.
"When did you return?"
"Yesterday morning. But I spent the entire day at the Betting Shop, with Polly."
"Took you long enough! I thought you had changed your mind and stayed with aunt Margaret."
"You said I should do what's best for me, whether London or Birmingham... It isn't London."
"At least now you can be sure, right? And you do look much happier than when you left."
"I wasn't unhappy then," Bea corrects. "I was just... confused."
"Doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're back. Still staying at Polly's house?"
"Yes. And you're still boxing," she points out.
"That's why Aberama and I started working for the Peaky Blinders in the first place. Where are you going now?"
"I was just going to find you, or Aberama maybe, and then I'll go to The Garrison."
"The Garrison..." Bonnie says sounding a bit disappointed. "You've just returned."
"I want to see Isaiah again, and to have a bit of Tommy's gin. Nothing from another world. Join us."
"I have to go back to camp. But I want you to be careful and stay out of trouble."
"I am and I will."
They head for Charlie's Yard together, where Bonnie left his horse to then return to camp. He tells her he'll let Aberama know that she's back and that they'll see each other soon before leaving.
They head for Charlie's Yard together, where Bonnie left his horse to then return to camp. He tells her he'll let Aberama know that she's back and that they'll see each other soon before leaving.
Bea makes her way for The Garrison and finds Isaiah smoking at the door. She joins them and he hugs her.
"How was the holiday?"
"Holiday... more like hell."
"One day you'll take me to London," he affirms.
"I won't take you anywhere. You go on your own," Bea jokes.
"Yeah, all right... you come and ask me for favours then."
"Shall we go in? Polly didn't let Finn leave early."
"Yeah, let's go in."
Isaiah opens the door for her and they both head for the pub.
"Tommy Shelby's gin on display," Bea spots.
"He's selling it already. The ladies seem to love it."
The barman takes their drink order and then go to a table, keeping a lively conversation until Finn shows up. Instead of going to the private room the Shelby's usually take, they stay mingling with the other people at the pub.
"Made friends since I was away?" Bea asks. "Or is it still just Isaiah."
"I have mates, all right?" Finn defends amused. "I do."
"Sure, that's why I only know Isaiah..."
"Right... have you made any friends in London then?"
"I already told you how my aunt is. She never let me go out on the streets and meet people."
"I think that's just an excuse," Finn says sitting back and raising a brow.
"Sounds a lot like on, too," Isaiah supports.
"Right, boys. Whatever..." Bea dismisses before drinking up her gin.