Fire and water sprayed in the air from the surrounding factory's as Tom powered through the street his paddy cap down low over his eyes and a ciggerete in his mouth. Stacks of crates and barrels littered the streets and fresh puddles from last nights down pour made the roads a slushy mess.

As he approached the small bar he threw his ciggerete on the ground and watched rather amused as two woman leaning on the outer wall scurried out of his way. As he pushed open the door a few men turned and looked only the quickly look back at their drinks. Tom looked across at Freddie Thorn who was drinking away with a few other commies as he took his cap off.

Tom didn't pay any mind to him and dropped his hat on the bar counter before nodding to the barmen. He rested his arm on the bar as the barmen placed a bottle of scotch on the table.

"On the house Mr Shelby"

The bar had gone quiet and a few people had even left at Toms arrival. Tom placed a coin on the bench despite it been free and glanced at Freddie. Freddie looked back and began to rise from his seat and walk towards Tom. Freddie propped up beside Tom and looked to the barkeep.

"Ill take a mild"

"Right" He responded.

The barmen placed Freddie's drink on the bar and watched horrified as Freddie lent over and took Toms coin. Freddie pushed the coin to the barkeep. Tom laughed and continued to look straight ahead. The barmen looked back and forward between the men.

"Cheers Tom. Good ealth' to yah"

Freddie took a sip of his drink. Tom lit a ciggerete and puffed on it silently. Freddie seemed unamused and pick picked up Toms hat. He played around with the peak revealing a Razor blade sewn in.

"The crown of a prince aye Tommy"

He tossed the hat back down on the bar and sighed.

"Soon to be king I bet" Freddie continued.

"You don't bet" said Tom snubbing his ciggerete not once looking at Freddie.

"No. These past couple of days I've been speculating"

"About what?'' Tom asked.

"One of my union comrades has a sister. Works in the telegraph office at the B.S.A factory. She says over the past week they've had messages coming up from London top brass. From Winston Churchill himself"

Freddie moved closer to Tom and smiled.

"Something about a robbery. A robbery of national significance. In fact they have a list of names. And on that list was your name and my name together Tom. What kind of list would have the name of a communist and a bookmaker side by side?"

Tom didn't smile as he looked at Freddie for the first time.

"Perhaps its a list of those who give false hope to the poor. The only difference between me and you Freddie, is that sometimes my horses stand a chance of winning"

Tom turned back to the bar and Freddie moved in close so his breath could be felt against Toms cheek.

"You know there are some days where I here about the cuttings and beatings that make me really wish I let you take that bullet in France"

Suddenly the bar erupted with yelling as tables were flipped and men scurried out of the way. A big bald man ran through the bar tipping everything in sight. Freddie and Tom took hold of him.

"Lets fucking get em' men!" The man yelled.

"On three Tom. One, two, three"

On three Tom and Freddie forced the man to the ground and pinned him there. The man grunted under the weight.

"Just breath Danny" Freddie said trying to calm the man as he tried to kick his way out.

"Get the fook off me"

"Breath dan-"

"Get the fook off me"

"Danny. Danny your home" Tom said trying to sooth the man. He started to sob.

"Your home. Were all home in England. Your not in France. Your not an artillery shell Danny your a man. Aye? Your not a whiz-bang, your a human being Danny. Your alright"

As Danny started to calm down Freddie and Tom pulled him up to his feet. Danny looked at Tom wide eyed.

"Oh god. Did I do it again Tommy?"

Tom nodded panting.

"Yah did yeah Danny"

Danny took his hat off and began to cry forehead to forehead with Tommy.

"You have to stop doing this Danny boy. Its alright"

"I thought I was a shell Tommy im sorry"

There wasn't a single other sound in the bar as men looked on in disbelief.

"Its alright Danny. You go home to your wife now and get all that swampy mud out of yah head now"

"Thanks Mr Shelby"

Tom pushed the hair back out of his eyes. He wiped his brow and the bartender looked at him angrily.

"Mr Shelby you need to do something about it"

Freddie looked on rather amused.

"Your right harry. You pay the Peaky Blinders a lot of money for protection and one of his own destroys the place. Maybe you should put a bullet in Danny Whiz bangs head like they do to orses'. Maybe you'll have to put a bullet in my head one day too" Freddie said.

Tommy picked up his hat and walked out the door.