Tommy didn't know if his marriage to Elizabeth would survive. It had been three weeks since his family had found themselves incarcerated and his wife had not conversed with him, nor had she shared his bed. She slept in the guest bedroom and every free moment she had was spent with Charlotte. She didn't acknowledge Tommy, nor did she wish to.

Her anger had been intense and she had done everything in her power to let Tommy know that it was not dying down. She slammed doors, she ignored him, she refused to make him dinner. She spent most of her time locked away with Charlotte while Tommy conducted business, busying himself on growing up the Shelby business. He would pour over business plans, accounts and try to decide what next venture he wanted.

"I need you to look after Charlotte this morning," Elizabeth said and Tommy was taken off guard as he looked up from his desk in his study as his daughter waddled towards him, dressed in a fine blue dress, her hair neatly brushed on her head.

She held her arms out towards him and Tommy picked her up as she whispered 'daddy' over and over again. Letting her rest in his lap, Tommy continued to run his hand down her hair before kissing the top of her head. Looking to Elizabeth, Tommy saw her pulling on her leather gloves as he arched a brow.

"Where yer off?"

"To visit Pol," Elizabeth said simply.

"Yer never told me." Tommy declared.

"I have no desire to converse with you," Elizabeth responded, her tone brutal and honest as Tommy rolled his eyes. "You involved yourself with the Russians and our daughter was taken as a result and now your entire family has been arrested."

"Thanks for that recap, eh?" Tommy muttered, his tone sarcastic as Elizabeth took her turn to roll her eyes at her husband before she buttoned up her long navy coat and tucked her hair behind her ears, glancing over to Tommy for a moment.

"I stayed with you, didn't I?" Elizabeth demanded from him. "I could have taken Charlotte and left."

"Aye, yer stayed," Tommy nodded his head to her. "But yer don't talk to me. Yer don't even acknowledge my existence. Yer might as well 'ave left."

Charlotte seemed to stiffen in her father's grip, her hands turning into small fists as she clung onto him and looked between him and her mother, her eyes wide as she clearly saw some form of tension. For a little girl she was highly astute. She looked to her father and Tommy looked down to her, managing a soft smile as Elizabeth closed her eyes.

"I don't know what you want from me, Tommy," Elizabeth whispered. "I can't be…I can't be the same person I was before all of this. Too much has happened."

"I'm workin' on gettin' it back to 'ow it was."

"That is the problem," Elizabeth informed him. "Can it ever be how it was?"

She didn't give him a chance to respond before sweeping from the room and towards the driveway, unable to converse any further with her husband. She adored him, but she didn't agree with anything that he said. She wondered if he even understood that she doubted there was a way back from what had happened.

The prison was cold and Elizabeth felt a chill run through her as she took a seat at the wooden table, waiting with patience for Pol to be brought to her. She adjusted the navy hat on top of her head as she kept her hands in her lap. It took a few minutes before the door opened and an officer escorted Pol into the room. Her wrists were cuffed and the grey smock she wore buried her. Her hair was in disarray around her head while her face was gaunt.

"Pol," Elizabeth whispered the woman's name, wondering if she had ever seen her look like she did at that moment in time.

"Liz," Pol greeted her back as she sat down. "I don't suppose yer 'ave a cigarette on yer?"

"No," Elizabeth responded. "Sorry. I should have thought…I didn't think…"

"Don't matter," Pol informed her with a shrug as the officer stood in the corner of the room. "What are yer doin' 'ere?"

Elizabeth looked down to the ground. "I wanted to see how you were," she said. "Although I see that is a stupid thing to say now…obviously…"

Pol's lips remained in a tight lip. "Yer 'aven't left 'im, 'ave yer?"

Elizabeth didn't know how Pol had managed to make her feel shame, but she had done just that. Looking to the ceiling, Elizabeth laced her fingers together and blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. She didn't know how to tell Pol that she was too weak to leave Tommy.

"I love him," Elizabeth answered honestly. "I will always love him."

"Aye, just like 'e loves yer," Pol said, her tone brutal and honest. "But he will always love the power just as much. He might tell yer that he doesn't, but he does. Why do yer think he got involved with the Russians? Why do yer think he 'as done 'alf of the stuff 'e 'as done? He loves yer, but he loves business. He loves bestin' people. He loves the danger."

"No," Elizabeth said with a shake of her head.

"Why do yer try to deny it?" Pol demanded from her. "You 'ave seen it, Liz. Yer 'ave seen how 'e is."

"Because he promised me that we would go," Elizabeth said. "He promised me that we would run and leave it all behind."

"And 'as he done it?" Pol wondered with a shrug of her shoulders. "Or 'as he been too busy with business?"

Elizabeth looked away again.

"He might love yer," Pol said, "but he wants both things, Liz. He wants yer and he wants the power. The only question is if 'e can 'ave both of 'em, eh?"

Elizabeth looked to Pol once more. "I don't know what to do," she admitted to her. "I have sat and stared at my trunk and thought about packing in the middle of the night. I could leave him and take Charlotte. We would be safe. There would be no more danger."

"And what's stoppin' yer?" Pol said. "Yer love for a traitorous snake."

"He was not always the man he is now," Elizabeth said with a firm shake of her head. "You remember what he was like before France."

Pol nodded. "I remember what most of the men in Small Heath were like before France," she responded to Liz. "No man came back the same. If yer waitin' for that Tommy then yer goin' to be waitin' a long time."

Running a hand down her cheek, she looked to Pol. "Then what do I do?" she wondered. "I need to find a way to get you out of here, Pol. After everything that you have done for me, I need to help you."

Pol chuckled. "And 'ow is that goin'?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "I petitioned our local MP and said you were innocent, but he had no interest in listening. I've been to solicitors, but no one will take your case."

Pol nodded. "Not shockin'," she said. "So does Tommy 'ave a master plan?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "I doubt he would divulge it with me," she said to her.

"Then make him," Pol said to her. "I know you, Elizabeth. I know the power that yer can 'old over Tommy if yer want that power. Yer a woman and not a weak one at that, so don't act like one. After everythin' yer 'ave been through, yer stronger than this…stronger than stayin' with a man like 'im…"

Elizabeth gulped as Pol offered a slim smirk. "So make 'im pay."

Walking back into the mansion, it didn't take Elizabeth long to find Tommy. Pol's words had echoed through her all of the drive home. She had nodded her head before entering the house. She had to do this. She had to take charge. Pol was right. Walking into the study, she found Tommy sat at his desk, a glass of whiskey to his side.

"Where is Charlotte?" she demanded from her husband.

"Ada is playin' with 'er and Finn is with 'em in the playroom."

"Good," Elizabeth nodded her head. "Because we need to talk."

Sinking down at her own desk, she looked over to Tommy as he leaned back in his chair, holding onto his whiskey as he waited for his wife to discuss what was on her mind. His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he watched her with intensity.

"What about?"

"About what is going to happen," she responded, her voice strong and stern. "Firstly, you are going to do everything in your power to free your brothers, Michael and Aunt Pol."

"What do yer think I 'ave been doin'?"

"Taking your time about it and focusing on the business," Elizabeth answered honestly. "And speaking of the business, I want to know what is going on. I want to know the legal and the illegal. You will not keep me out in the dark."

Tommy had to admit that he felt rather entertained at his wife's demands. What was happening?

"Anythin' else?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said, not appreciating the tone he was taking with her. "I want you to know that I am the one who is calling the shots now, Tommy. If you so far as do anything to risk Charlotte or any other member of your family then I will not hesitate to walk away."

Tommy moved to his feet then, draining his whiskey as he looked to his wife. "Yer 'ave threatened to leave me before."

Elizabeth moved to her feet too, walking towards her husband, her strides purposeful as her dress straightened and fell down to her knees. Standing opposite Tommy, she could smell the alcohol on his breath as he looked to her and she let her eyes meet his, roaming over his face for another brief moment.

"And you have begged me to stay," she responded. "I am serious, Tommy. I will walk away from you if you do anything to endanger this family again. I will leave and I will not look back…no amount of pleading would change that."

Looking at her with a sense of acknowledgement, Tommy nodded his head as Elizabeth wondered if she had gotten through to him. Was this the end of it? Was this the end of their argument? She didn't know, but she was taken off guard when Tommy moved with haste, his hands balling into her hair at the back of her head, pushing her closer to him until their lips collided.

The motion was forceful and full of a range of emotions as Elizabeth felt him push her back against the desk. But she was quicker. Grabbing hold of his hair, she pulled at it until his lips were removed from hers and she looked him in the eye.

"I take it we have a deal then?" she asked from him.

"Aye," Tommy nodded. "We 'ave a deal."

Nodding, Elizabeth went back to kissing him, moving so that he was pushed against the desk and she straddled his lap, taking control for the second time that day.