In the gritty aftermath of a tragic incident involving Finn Shelby and a young Meskhetian Turk boy, Thomas Shelby finds himself entangled in an arranged marriage aimed at averting a potential gang war with the tight-knit Turkish community.
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Charlie was feeling much better. Asya and Frances were taking good care of him. Thomas was working from his office, not wanting to leave Charlie, after what happened.
Pulling a cigarette from his jacket, he goes downstairs. Spotting the maid, Mary, dusting a nearby shelf.
Thomas: Mary, did you see Asya?
Mary, responded with a nod.
Mary: She's at the stables, sir, tending to the horses.
Thomas took drag from his cigarette, and made his way to the stables.
Scene 2
Thomas Shelby, cigarette in hand, approached the stables silently. As he neared, he observed Asya engrossed in the care of the horses, her voice weaving a soft melody.
Thomas decided to make his presence known. A low, gravelly voice cut through the stable's ambient sounds.
Thomas: They like you.
Startled, Asya jumped at the unexpected intrusion, her eyes widening as she turned to face him.
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Asya: You nearly scared the life out of me.
A smirk played on Thomas's lips as he took another drag from his cigarette, seemingly unfazed by her reaction.
Thomas: Apologies. Didn't mean to startle you.
Asya, ever quick-witted, retorted.
Asya: Ah, the elusive Mr. Shelby graces us with his presence. What catastrophe brings you to the stables today?
A playful grin adorned her face.
Thomas, exhaling a cloud of smoke, responded with his usual nonchalance.
Thomas: Must something happen for me to check on my own estate?
Asya: (chuckled) Well, considering you only seem to talk to me when something's gone wrong or I've supposedly committed a crime against the Shelby name, I thought I'd inquire.
Thomas: You have a talent for causing a stir, Asya.
She feigned innocence.
Asya: Me? Stir the pot? Never.
Thomas, smirking, leaned against a stable post.
Thomas: And yet, here we are.
Asya, feigning offense, quipped.
Asya: I must be a terrible wife if you only seek my company in times of chaos.
Thomas paused, the hint of a more serious expression crossing his face.
