You're finally home after a long day at work. You've gotten into your comfortable clothes and settled down to begin your nightly binge watching session when your window latch pops open from the outside. You jump to your feet just as a bloodied figure stumbles into your apartment. The infamous Thomas Shelby is now standing in your apartment, blood dripping from a particularly nasty gash on his chest. "Huh," he states dazedly. "This is not the pub…"