'Do I hear seven? 1,700. Thank you.'
'That's it, Tom, listen to cora.' Charlie agreed. 'you have to stop. You don't have it in your belt.'
'Yes, I do. I'm having the horse.' Tommy corrected. 
"Males and their egos.' Cora muttered. 
'She's a sweet beast, Tom.' Curly agreed
'But, stop, I tell you.' Charlie demanded
'I feel something bad!' Curly muttered
'Shut up, Curly!'
'2,000. Do I hear 2,050? 2,050. Am I bid?' Tommy kept going, Cora's face pinched '2,050...'
'Enough!'
'Billy could use one of my geldings.' 
'2,000, I am bid. Do I hear 2,050?' Tommy nodded, he was only 1,050 over budget, that was nothing. 'Last time. 2,050? Sold! To Mr...'
'Thomas Shelby.' He called down locking eyes with his opposing bidder, she offered him a sweet smile which made Cora want to vomit. 'To the premises of Mr Charles Strong, Small Heath.' he told them. 
'What kind of premises? Boat yard. Yachts?'
'Canals.' He corrected as the woman that bid against him stepped forward. Cora and the boys were headed off to get the house but of course Tommy had to stop and flirt. 
'I'm curious. What is your business, Mr Shelby?' May questioned
'Import, export. But I also sell pegs and tell fortunes.' Tommy mused
'You beat us to it.' May remarked batting her eyelashes up at him.
'Did I?'
'I was trying to nab a filly for my stud.' She remarked
'Sorry.' Tommy said smugly. 
'Thomas Shelby from where?'
'From Birmingham.' He told her.
'Goodness!' May exclaimed
'No, not much.'
'May Carleton. I breed racehorses and train them. What is it you do?' she asked sweetly. 
''I rarely answer questions, is what I do.' Tommy told her
'Tommy, come on, hurry up!' John shouted
'We've got to go!' Charlie agreed
'Well, before you go, if you ever decide to put that filly out, I'd be interested in having her.' May told him
'I plan to race her.' Tommy corrected
'Do you have a trainer?'
'I know people.'
'I know people, too.' She told him
'Tommy! We've got to get this kid back before dark or Polly will have your balls!' John shouted
'She will have 'em!' Arthur agreed and Cora couldn't stop laughing
'We know different people, I would guess.'
'My father knows Mick Hancock. Trained three Ascot winners.'
'So that was your father?' Tommy questioned
'Yes. We're joint-owners of the stud. He took the majority share when my husband was killed.' May slide that in nice, dead husband, very single. 
'Tommy! We've got to get back to the caravans!' John shouted
'The chickens are hungry!' Cora agreed with a laugh.
'Fucking chickens.' John muttered pulling her back into him. She shrieked with laughter and that caught tommy's attention. 
'So will you consider me?' May questioned and tommy pulled his eyes away from Cora.
'What?"
"Will you consider me?" she asked again and she stepped closer so he could smell the perfume on her.
'I will consider you.' Tommy agreed 
'You still didn't tell me what you do.' May called after him
'I do bad things. But you already know that.' Tommy told her tipping his hat to her
'Right, about bloody time!' Arthur said
'It's the fucking truth, John boy. Rich women these days, all they want is working-class cock.' Arthur told him and Cora rolled her eyes.
'Tommy, maybe she was the something bad I had the feeling about!' Curly offered
'Probably right about that.' Cora agreed.
'She looks all right to me, Curly!' John teased
"Lets pay and go home.' Cora encouraged she was done with shelbys for one day. 
'You can come back with me,' John told her. "I know Esme wouldn't mind." He teased
"I know for a fact she would.' Cora countered and the smug look on johns face dropped. 
'All their men are dead, see. Officers, all shit.'
'Yeah, by us.'
'All I'll say is she has good contacts in the racing world.' Tommy told them and Cora couldn't help but roll her eyes. Sometimes she thought that was Tommy's goal in life was to make her eyes roll.
'Here, Michael, you drive.'
'Thomas Shelby?' they turned around to see guns raised, bullets flying
'Tommy! Tommy!'
'Down!' Cora pulled Michael behind her pulling her gun free as they ran for cover firing back. 
'Tommy Shelby? How about fucking Arthur? fucking good to meet you.' Arthur shouted pummeling the man.
'Get him off him!'
'Arthur! Arthur!'
'Get him off him!'
'Come on. Stop it, Arthur.' Cora shouted
'Get him off. Arthur, that's enough. Arthur, come on!' John encouraged
'Come on, Arthur, come on. That's it. It's over.' Cora told him but he wasn't listening. Arthur got stuck in the zone, in his head and he couldn't stop. 
'Arthur! Come on, shut up. Come on, come on.' 
'He's still breathing.' Cora remarked bending down to the barely conscious man.
'Don't get blood on the kid!' John exclaimed. 
"You alright Michael?" Cora asked and he nodded
'Michael, you didn't see a thing. This didn't happen, all right?' Tommy demanded and again he nodded 'Give me the keys. Michael, give me the keys.' Tommy demanded
'I'm all right to drive.' Michael assured. 
'All right. Go on. Go on, go on!' Tommy shouted pushing them all out, he got a grip on cora pulling her along. 
'Tommy, he's fucking scarpered!' Charlie remarked
'Right, let's get out of here, sharpish.' Tommy agreed. The drive home was more silent than not. Cora let out a huff as they pulled up to her place. Tommy jumped out of the car and ran to her. 
"Bye Tom, if Polly kills you for this-'
'She wont know and you won't tell her.' Tommy reminded her and she sighed. "Thanks for coming... it was fun, right? Before. Like old times.'
'Bye Michael!" Cora called past Tommy. "See you around Thomas.' Cora said heading inside and locking her door. 
 
'Come on!' So? How'd it go?" Polly questioned when Michael got back
'Well, it was cold in the van, but it was super.' Michael assured her
'Really. Let me smell your breath.' Polly demanded grabbing his chin checking for the smell of ale on his tongue 'Did they behave themselves?'
'They were amazing, Mum. They were really amazing.'