The Rise of the Krays Page #4

You've got to make an effort,

for Frances' sake.

Frank?

- Frank!

- All right!

But don't expect me to talk to him.

I didn't fight in the war...

for the likes of him.

Nice cake.

Thanks, Reg.

I... I think it would be nice

to bake my own cakes,

but really there isn't the time.

Though Frank would like me to,

wouldn't you, Frank?

All the same to me. Cakes is cakes.

That's not what he says to me.

Frank's mother was a great cake-maker.

Of course, she kept hens,

so she was halfway there.

What's your job?

I told you, Dad. Reg owns some clubs.

Must pay well.

Having a car like that?

Keeps me comfortable, Mr. Lawson.

Er, more cake?

Oh, for God's sake.

He doesn't want any more cake.

Shall we go outside, Reg?

I'll show you the garden, eh?

Thanks.

Reg, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It's natural for a dad to make sure

his daughter can be looked after.

Just natural.

You've got a lovely garden.

Nice roses.

My mum loves roses.

What is it?

It's a present.

Well, open it.

It's a crocodile.

It's a brooch.

Used to belong to my aunt.

It's beautiful.

Don't worry, it's not gonna bite you.

You hear such stories.

They're just stories.

About what they do.

Crocodiles are harmless.

It scares you.

They'd never harm you.

I wanna wear it now. Put it on.

I can see things.

Where?

In your eyes.

What things?

Monsters.

You look lovely.

That's where we live.

Number 30.

They're not all yours, are they?

No.

They're not all mine.

I'm glad I got the bone china.

She'll take us as she finds us.

- Mum.

- Hello, love.

Come on in.

- This is Frances.

- Hello!

Now, you make yourself

at home, darling.

May, move yourself.

You sit down there, love, eh?

Budge up, Doris.

Oh, she's lovely.

She's an angel, Reg. Really.

That's right. She's an angel.

- An angel.

- Just leave her alone, you lot.

Reg, now you're here,

give me a hand with the tea things.

Your friends are upstairs.

You can bring the biscuits.

Well, come on, darling.

Won't be a minute.

Here you are, boys!

Mind your backs, my darling,

this tea is boiling hot.

- Can you manage?

- That's it. Thank you.

Reg has got the biscuits.

Make sure he doesn't scoff them all,

they're his favorites.

Ron, have you got to bring

that bloody thing indoors?

It's got germs, I swear it has.

It's clean, Mum. Honest.

If you want something,

bang on the floor.

- I'll be downstairs with Frances.

- Thanks, Mum.

- See you later, boys.

- Bye, Mrs. Kray.

You're late for the meeting.

Didn't know there was one.

It was called urgently.

- By who?

- By me.

Put the biscuits down.

It's the Maltese boys.

It's serious, Reg.

They're out of order.

Threats were made at the Regal.

Anybody want tea?

- No milk in mine.

- No milk? That's disgusting.

- What kind of threats?

- Does it matter?

We should teach 'em a lesson.

You always think that.

- I'm always right.

- Pass the biscuits.

- Any Rich Tea?

- Can I have a biscuit?

I don't like it!

The Maltese are creeping up

and our eyes are elsewhere

and we're all getting lazy. Distracted.

It's gotta be tightened up.

These Maltese have gotta go.

Yeah?

Yeah!

Men are born children

and they stay children.

They scream and shout

and boss people around.

They think they're in control,

but don't know the half of it.

It's a lovely outfit, pet.

Really suits you.

Mmm.

Thank you.

We didn't notice clothes much

when I was your age.

- When I was young...

- More tea, Mum?

Know what I did during the war?

I don't think Frances

wants to hear about that.

Cut pieces of cloth for quilt-making.

Small pieces, no bigger

than your handkerchief.

D'you know how many I used to cut?

400. 400 an hour.

Can you imagine a man doing that?

Drove us mad, it did.

Made us want to scream.

I did once too. Scream, that is.

Stood in the road and screamed

till I was blue in the face,

and no one batted an eyelid.

Why should they? There was

a lot of screaming in them days.

Ah, that sounds like the boys.

You going, boys? Bye bye.

Cheers, Mrs. Kray. Take care.

- You're welcome. Be good!

- Lovely biscuits, Mrs. Kray.

You're welcome.

Er, I've gotta go.

You stay here?

Where you going?

Business.

You'll wear yourselves out, you boys.

Have you met Frances, Ron?

Hello.

Hello, Ron.

Come on, Reg.

Car's waiting outside.

Reg, I've got to go home.

- See you, Mum.

- Bye, darling.

- Bye, Mum.

- Bye, love.

I won't be long.

All right. Remember, lads,

scare them to f***ing jelly.

I want these f***ing Maltese brothers

off the map once and for all.

So, er, so what d'you think of her?

Who?

Frances.

Very pretty.

Get ready.

You gonna marry her?

Yeah.

Oh, girls.

Ooh, thank God there isn't

a wedding every day,

that's all I can say. Ooh!

- You smell awful.

- Give us a kiss.

Go to bed, you revolting man!

Ooh, get off!

They looked lovely,

though, didn't they?

They did, didn't they, May?

My own son married and

on his honeymoon.

I can't believe it.

Think I've lost him, May?

Reg? Must be joking.

You'll always come first, Vi.

What's the matter, Rose?

Rose?

I was just thinking.

I was on the bus the other day

and some old toerag was boasting

about all he'd suffered in the war.

Stupid old...

I'll tell you, they don't know.

It was the women

who had the war, the real war.

The women were left

at home in the sh*t,

not sitting in some sparkling plane

or gleaming tank.

There was no glamour for us.

They should've been with me

when old Pauline Woolley

went into labor.

- D'you remember that, Violet?

- Yes, yes, I do.

Seven hours of screaming down

Bethnal Green bloody tube station.

And then I had to cut the baby's

head off to save the mother's life.

She died anyway, poor old cow.

God, there was so much blood.

Jesus.

And the abortions.

Those poor girls.

One day they'll drain

Victoria Park lake.

And you know what they'll find?

What glorious remnants

of the Second World War?

Babies, that's what.

Bullets and dead babies.

Men!

Mum's right.

They stay kids all their f***ing lives

and they end up heroes.

Or monsters.

Either way they win.

Women have to grow up.

If they stay children,

they become victims.

Rose?

What is it?

Oh, my God, May.

Rosie, darling, what..?

Get Reggie back.

Stop his honeymoon.

Stop his honeymoon!

Don't, love.

Ron!

Reg!

It's funny, I don't miss anyone.

Do you, Reg? Miss anyone?

No.

No one.

Everything about you

is different, you know that?

How?

I don't know, I can't explain it.

Your skin feels different.

Your body feels different.

You even smell different.

Well, you look the same.

Just as beautiful.

I want a photograph of

us together like this.

Okay?

Yeah.

Stay there.

- Ready?

- Come on!

Smile.

Reg?

Wait there a sec.

Yeah?

What?

No, keep him there.

I wanna talk to him myself.

What was that about?

Bloody Jack the Hat.

Gets on my tits. Gotta go.

Listen, d'you want me to come?

No, why don't you get out

and talk to people, eh?

- Give 'em that charming smile.

- Bully.

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