DISCLAIMER: Tonight, a man has surrounded his right to draw breath. That's the first thought Thomas Shelby has when he sees the nasty bruise on your face.

Tommy's knuckles turn white on his sides. He hates seeing you like this Because you're one of his girls, but the Because you're one of his girls, but his favorite and the most special, but there is no time for him for gentle assurance. Someone had hurt you, and he needs to know—

Thomas Shelby: "Who was it?"

The words leave his mouth before he can register his brain firing the signal. He notices her silence and repeats it more firmly:

Thomas Shelby: "Who was it?!!!!"