Tyler was next to grace our presence, and he wore the scowl to match his outfit. “Nobody fucks with Tommy Shelby,” he said in a Birmingham accent, taking the pocket watch out of his waistcoat and adding, “I think the show’s about to start, lads. Let’s show these fuckers how it’s done, the Shelby way.” Then he pointed at Liv, Will, and me in turn. “Now remember you lot, no fucking fighting!”
