The Rise of the Krays Page #2

Got stabbed in the neck.

Walked from Aldgate to Mile End.

Leaving a trail of

blood three mile long.

I'll tell you something,

them bloodstains are still there today.

Not wind, not snow,

not human washing can get 'em out.

I saw them bloodstains once,

underneath the arches,

where Jack the Ripper

cut up his victims.

He used to cut 'em from here to here.

Gutted 'em like a bleedin' fish.

Makes it sound so bloody glamorous.

It's true, I tell ya.

My old mum seen him

once, Jack the Ripper.

Seen him with her own eyes

down Brick Lane.

Tall, he was.

Dressed in a long black cape.

Face as white as chalk.

Teeth sharp as little razors.

And his eyes... Cor, his eyes.

Red, they was. Glowed like stars.

My mum were only a young woman

when she saw him.

She went grey overnight.

Took all the bleedin' color

out of her hair, he did.

All right, it's all right,

my darlings, all right.

No one's gonna hurt you.

Not with me around.

They wouldn't dare.

They wouldn't bloody well dare.

Words!

Words are rich and wonderful.

We can say anything we like.

Words get into your skin.

They are like an illness,

they can infect you...

- Ow!

- Words are a disease,

but a wonderful disease.

A disease without a cure.

Words are weapons,

and we must use them carefully!

Boy!

- Aah!

- Come on...

Give me a wonderful word.

Sir?

Come on, there's

millions to choose from.

Tell me a wonderful word.

Mum.

Mum!

Quiet!

Mum?

Did you say "Mum"?

Sit down, you idiot.

Mum might be wonderful

to you, not to me.

All right, then, who else?

Who else can give me a wonderful word?

I crave a wonderful word.

My whole body yearns...

for a wonderful word!

Krays!

Save my life, give me a wonderful word.

Crocodile.

Crocodile?

Crocodile, yes...

That might be wonderful.

All right.

Ronald.

Choose a poem,

and read it to us in your velvet tones.

What poem, sir?

Any, boy. Just read.

"From childhood's hour

I have not been

"As o-others were

I have not seen..."

Go on.

"As others saw

I could not bring

"My passion from a common spring

"From the same source

I have not taken

"My sorrow...

"I could not awaken

"My heart to joy at the same time

"And all I loved I loved alone

"Then in my childhood

"In the dawn of the most stormy life

"Is drawn from every depth of good and

ill The mystery which binds me still

"From the torrent or the fountain

"From the red cliff of the mountain

"From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold

"From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by

"From the thunder in the storm

"And the cloud that took the form

"When the rest of heaven was blue

"Of a demon in my view"

Wonder what would've happened

if they'd lived?

That couldn't have lived.

Just imagine. One eats and it

goes in the other's belly.

- Here, you want some?

- I couldn't eat now!

- Must be the first bloody time!

- Shut it, Eddie!

And stop that scratchin'.

You're makin' me bloody itch.

Just think of it, stuck together

like that. Livin' and joined together.

They're better off dead.

Should've been burned.

It's not right, is it?

Everyone standing round staring at 'em.

Just like us.

I think they look great.

- Hello, Mum.

- Hello, boys.

Come on, boys, let's go

and show 'em some real boxing!

Let's watch the boxing, old gal.

No! Don't you "old gal" me.

Pooh! Your breath!

Come on, fellas!

Let's show 'em some real boxing.

Out the way. Shift yourself.

Ohhh...

Three rounds with Kid McCall.

Have we got a fighter?

Come on, out the way!

Get my bleedin' jacket off.

Come on, Grandad.

What you doin'? Pack it in!

What's your name?

Cannonball Lee.

Cannonball Lee?

Stay three rounds you get a quid.

I'll tear his bleedin' head off!

Ladies and gentlemen! Cannonball Lee.

Cannonball! Cannonball!

Come on, out you come.

Who else wants a go?

Get him out. Go and have your dinner.

Who's gonna have a go?

One of you? Three rounds.

Three rounds, earn yourself a quid.

What about you lot down there?

You look like brothers.

One of you! The biggest one!

Come on, take his coat!

Go on, Ronnie!

What's your name?

- Ronnie Kray.

- Ronnie Kray?

- Where from?

- Bethnal Green.

Ronnie Kray, ladies and gentlemen!

Mucky or clean, please yourself.

Shake hands.

And the winner! Ronnie Kray!

Want another go?

- Yeah.

- Good.

He wants another go

with anybody out there.

Who wants a go? Come on, one of you.

Come on, who's gonna have a go?

Never mind the weight,

never mind the size!

Come on, who's gonna have a go?

Three rounds with our Ron!

Come on, then. Hurry up!

Reg? What you doing, Reg?

What's your name?

Reggie Kray.

Reggie Kray, Ronnie Kray. You brothers?

Yeah.

Yeah? Ladies and gentlemen,

the Kray brothers!

I don't care what you do,

as long as you give 'em a show.

Shake hands and come out fighting.

Back to your corners, boys.

Pack it in!

Ronnie! Reg!

Why are you doing this?

Stop the fight!

Hurt 'im!

Pack it in!

Mum?

Mum!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop!

When you were born,

when I held you in my arms

and thought to myself,

"There'll be no more hurt.

I've got my boys now," I thought.

My boys to protect me.

- Don't, Mum.

- Don't tell me don't.

What have we got, all of us?

Nothing. Except each other.

God in heaven, I never thought

I'd live to see the day.

This is your bloody fault.

- I thought they were very good.

- For once in your life

know when to shut up.

Oh...

I thought it was a bleedin' good fight.

Fight? Fight?

I'll tell you what fighting is.

Fighting is trying to bring up

three kids during a war,

without enough bloody

food to feed a cat on.

That's what fighting is!

Gone through all that to have

my heart broken like this.

- Broken!

- All right, come on.

Listen to me, boys.

We don't fight each other.

We stick together.

That's how we're strong.

If you want something, you fight, yes.

But you fight like I fight.

You fight them out there.

But we don't fight each other.

Not for fun, not for money...

Not for no reason.

I'm sorry, Mum.

Sorry.

I warned you two.

You mean everything to me.

Don't spoil it.

Morning, Mrs. Kray.

Morning!

Bloody National Service.

What right have they got?

No one takes my boys away from me.

No one.

- It'll do 'em good.

- What do you know about it?

More than you think.

- What?

- Things.

Oh, things. I see. Things.

How to hide from the police and sit

in that bloody armchair all day.

Hey! What do you know about it, woman?

Stuck in this house all

your sodding life.

Listen to me, Charlie Kray.

A house is a bloody battleground

all on its own.

I don't have to go outside

for death and heartache,

I've got it right here

on my bloody doorstep.

And don't you dare preach to me.

You spent your whole

life lying and cheating.

What've you got to show for it?

An armchair full of mothballs.

Go on, I dare you.

Only if you do,

you better kill me, Charlie Kray.

Because I swear on my mother's life,

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