The Rise of the Krays

Synopsis: The story of Britain's most notorious gangsters, twin brothers Reggie and Ronnie Kray, as you've never experienced it- told from the perspective of one of their closest friends. Starting out as amateur boxers, and ending up as infamously brutal criminal masterminds, the Krays were the terror of London throughout the 1960s. Experience the Krays' precipitous rise and fall in this insider's take on their bloody, violent reign.
Genre: Crime, Drama
Director(s): Zackary Adler
  1 win.
 
IMDB:
5.0
R
Year:
2015
110 min
383 Views


Shall I tell you my dream?

I dreamt I was a

beautiful white swan,

and I could fly

anywhere, do anything.

I ate fish and pecked at things

with my beak...

And I had this egg.

A beautiful egg, it was.

And there were noises

coming from inside the shell.

And do you know what

the noises were?

They were...

Now, listen carefully...

They were... children's voices.

And I looked after this egg.

I kept it warm and safe,

until one day there was

a hatching sound.

Oh, my God! Mam!

- Push!

- Push, Vi.

- Come on, girl!

- Ma-a-am!

Oh, God!

It's twins, Vi!

Renounce the Devil and all his works.

I christen you Ronald Kray.

I christen you Reginald Kray.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Morning, Fred.

- Anything for us?

- Morning, Mrs. Kray. Nothing today.

Who loves you, eh?

That's right, Mummy loves you,

you little monsters.

Mummy loves you more than anything.

More than all the cakes,

more than all the jewelery,

more than all the

chocolate in the world.

Hello, boys.

Vi, Vi...

I know, I've seen.

- Miracles never cease.

- Vi! Rose!

- We know.

- About time.

Ooh, she's let herself go.

Vi! Rose! May! She's...

Cleanin' her doorstep!

Dirty cow.

I told her, you know?

She had toast between her teeth.

Made me feel sick.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on, you two,

Mummy's trying to talk.

Mum, look!

Don't be frightened,

darling, Mummy's here.

It's all right, my darling.

It's all right.

Open your mouth, darling.

Open your mouth for Mummy.

There's a good boy.

Ain't you got more blankets?

It's freezing here.

I'll be taking him out of here

in a wooden overcoat.

- Mrs. Kray?

- Goosebumps all over.

It's diphtheria, Mrs. Kray.

I could've told you that days ago.

Arctic conditions are

the cure now, are they?

- In the circumstances...

- How old are you?

- Sorry?

- How old?

24... nearly.

23 and three-quarters or something?

- Look, Vi, this is

bloody ridiculous.

- May, get his coat.

I'm taking him home.

- You can't do that!

- Sorry?

I don't think I quite heard you right.

For a moment I thought you said

I can't take my own child home.

- It's against the rules.

- Not my rules.

There's one rule

and that's keeping my son alive.

You've done bugger all.

I know what's best for him.

I can see through you

like one of your bleedin' X-rays.

Okay, Mum, let me have him.

Here y'are, Ron. Come on, Ron.

There's a boy.

I'm taking him out of here

and if you try to stop me...

Rose?

Don't tempt me, there's a good boy.

Because I will, you know?

God help me, I will.

Men, they know nothing.

Never have done and never will.

I know what Ron needs

and it's not here.

Cheek. Tryin' to stop you leaving!

- He needs Reg.

- You're right, he needs Reg.

They don't know, all

they've got is words.

Well, I've got words too.

Bollocks to the lot of you.

- Everyone all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

You'll have

to move now, then, won't you?

Reggie!

Take your fingers out

of your dad's nose.

I've told you before,

there's germs up there.

There's a million and one places

to put your fingers,

without putting them

up your dad's nose.

But he's asleep.

Good, so don't wake him.

I don't want him under my feet as well.

Mind yourself, my darling.

Like the fairy story?

Oh? What fairy story's that?

Dad's like Snow White.

Asleep after he ate the

apple from the witch.

The harmful poison.

Chance would be a fine thing.

What are you doing now?

Kiss Dad.

See if he wakes up.

Don't be disgusting,

nobody kisses your dad.

Why don't you two

go and see your Aunt Rose, eh?

She's got something for you.

- What?

- I don't know. Go and find out.

And don't make a

nuisance of yourselves!

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

You comin' in, boys?

Aunt Rose! Aunt Rose!

- Mum said...

- You've got something...

For us!

Calm down, you two.

Well, let's see, then, eh?

Ooh, yes. Ooh, yes.

What are they?

Monsters.

They're not monsters. Crocodiles.

They come from the jungle.

Some are really big,

as big as this room.

Everything's afraid of 'em.

And when they're dead they make

them into shoes and handbags.

Expensive things, they are.

What do they eat?

Men!

Oh, look at this. Where do all

these scratches come from?

- Is there lots of blood?

- Ooh, yes. Lots.

I just hope she doesn't

spoil them, that's all.

God knows, she hasn't got

two brass farthings to rub together,

yet every time they go round

she gives them something.

No wonder they're round there so much.

I sometimes think I'm only here to cook

their meals and wash their clothes.

- She means well, Vi.

- I know, Mum, but

that's not the point.

It's all this love pouring out.

- The twins are so lovely, Vi.

- I know they are, May, I know,

but can't you just love someone

and leave it at that?

Oh, I dunno...

Love's a funny thing.

Hmm...

Look at Charlie watching Dad.

I sometimes think we

forget all about Charlie.

He's as happy as a sand boy.

Come on in for a cuppa, Dad!

You'll catch your death.

In a minute.

Charlie? You come in and put your

jumper on if you're staying out there.

What's he training for anyway

at his age, I'd like to know.

Christ knows.

Wants to make his own coffin

probably. Silly old fool.

Mam, that's wicked.

Wicked but true.

Men are born children

and they stay children.

They scream and shout and boss

people around, like your father.

And they think they're in control,

but they don't know the half of it.

Not half.

This was your

great-grandmother's table.

Lovely wood, walnut.

We had a dream last night.

We had the same dream.

Tell me the dream.

Dreamt we were standing in the streets,

and suddenly we started to rise up.

To fly.

Didn't have wings or

anything, but we flew.

You were watching us

and we keep flying up and up.

We can't stop.

Just up to the sun.

That's Charlie Kray's place

on the end, innit?

Oh, thanks, mate.

- Come on, boys.

- What?

No arguments, come on!

Right, Charlie Kray,

I've got you at last.

- Get inside, warn your mum.

- Okay.

I'll keep the nosy old bastard talking.

Excuse me.

- Wake!

- Quick!

- Up.

- Copper. Cellar.

Having trouble?

- Mind your own.

- Yeah, shove off.

just doing my duty.

Don't pester me, Rosie,

there's a good girl.

Bloody "good girl".

Who do you think you're talking to?

Hey! Mum!

What a mess. May?

- A broom.

- And mop and bucket.

- A woman's work's

never done, Constable.

- Bloody mess.

What's all this palaver?

That is a lethal weapon, that is.

Housework is a lethal

business, Constable.

I'm looking for your husband, Violet.

When you find him, let me know.

I've got three hungry mouths here

need feeding.

Yeah.

Where is he, then, eh? Eh?

Your husband should be out there

fighting the war, like everyone else.

Excuse me, madam.

Ah...

- Our dad's not an idiot.

- Wouldn't hide in the coal cupboard.

Would he?

Hmm.

Never mind. I'll have him yet.

All right, come with me,

join these other people.

he could smell a copper

half a mile away.

Nose like a bleedin' dog, he had.

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