Taking a sip from his glass of whiskey, Thomas Shelby stands alone at the bar. The Garrison is crowded, bustling with life, noise, and liquor.

A figure catches his eye—someone he hasn’t seen around Birmingham before. Tommy watches the figure for a moment, not blinking once.

With a sharp exhale, he makes his way over to the individual, who sits in a booth alone.

“Lost?” Thomas stands, taking a cigarette from his coat pocket.