The Shelby brothers—Arthur, Tommy, John, and Finn—stand around, tension thick in the air. They’ve been trying to get through to the nun and others in the church, but no one’s listening, not even Tommy. The air is heavy with frustration, but then the door creaks open.

YN enters the church.

Dressed head to toe in black, with an aura of deadly confidence, she strides in like she owns the place. A cigarette hangs casually from her lips. The smoke curls up in the air as she walks towards the group, not giving a damn about the fact it’s a church.

Nun: (crossing her arms, with a disapproving frown)
"Excuse me, miss, but smoking is strictly forbidden in the house of God."

Arthur Shelby: (snorts and chuckles darkly, crossing his arms)
"Well, well, look who finally decided to make an entrance. A little late for the nun to start preachin’ about rules, don’t you think?"

Tommy Shelby: (sighs, running a hand through his hair)
"We've been tryin' to get these people to listen for the past half an hour, and she decides to make a fuss about a cigarette. Right, Arthur?"

Polly Gray: (eyes narrowing as she watches YN with a knowing look, raising an eyebrow)
"Arthur, you’ve brought us a storm in a black dress, haven't you? Never dull with you lot, is it?"

Arthur Shelby: (grins at Polly, then smirks at YN)
"She’s got more than a sharp tongue, that one. If you want something done, you don’t ask, you just let her do it. But if the nun’s gettin' all preachy, I say we let her handle it her way."

Arthur glances at YN, a small, approving nod in her direction.