The Rise of the Krays Page #6

Yes, yes.

You are all Cockernese?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I think so.

You've done very well.

And this is only the beginning.

Your family and my family,

we shall do lots and lots

of business together.

To family.

Family.

Family!

- It's Cornell.

- Oh, what does he want?

I thought he couldn't leave his coffin

when the sun's up?

Those Kray brothers are

getting on my tits.

- That'll be all, Miss Lane.

- Sir?

Excuse me.

Cornell, it's amazing

you can walk at all

with your foot in

your mouth so much.

You seen this?

Surprise us. What is it?

Kray brothers.

Splattered all over the papers.

Bloody heroes, they are.

This to charity, that to charity,

the other to charity.

- What does it matter?

- What does it matter?

You sit here in your little office,

crushing cars into little snotballs.

What does it matter?

I'm out there earwigging

it on the street

and what I'm hearing is

Kray, Kray, Kray, Kray, Kray!

The pavement stinks with Kray.

What are you saying, Cornell?

You know damn well what I'm saying!

Cornell, we've been

through this a million times,

the Krays are not interested in us.

'Course, they will be if you don't

shut that megaphone of a voicebox.

No, you don't know what

they're saying about you.

- They're saying things.

- Things? What things?

Things.

I say shoot the bastards.

Shoot them. What are they?

A pair of bum boys!

Let's put them out of their misery.

A pair of movie gangsters!

All they're interested in

is what they look like.

My life, they make me sick!

They're a pair of locusts!

You won't have a thing!

You won't have the pants

you're sitting in!

Unless we do something now.

They walk down the street like kings.

King ponces! And you know why?

They own the f***ing street.

So what I say is, bang, bang, all over.

Nice one. Nice and sweet.

Easy. End of aggro, eh?

Treat me like bloody sh*t,

sh*t on their shoes.

Jack, do this, Jack, do that.

I won't 'ave it, hear that?

It's not right.

I'm older than they are, eh?

Bloody f***ing kids.

- D'you want one?

- No, I f***ing don't!

Stuff your sweets!

Always eating, like a dustbin.

Give it a rest!

- I like sweets.

- "I like sweets"!

You're fat, you know that?

Won't go out with a fat cow like you.

Give it a rest, Jack.

I'm fat, you're bald.

What's the difference?

I'm not bald.

I told you, I'm not f***ing bald.

Get on out! F*** off!

She'll never walk again, Reg.

Her back was broken.

Her mother depends on her, Ron.

She's a cripple herself.

You would think someone

would do something.

I mean, this man they say did it,

this Jack somebody.

I mean, you would think

he was employed by somebody.

And you would think this someone would

feel responsible for what's happened,

and... help out, eh?

Well, wouldn't you?

Yeah, you would, Aunt May.

Yeah.

They should make sure

they're all right.

The girl and her mother.

Well, that's exactly

what I was thinking.

The least they should do.

You know, make sure

they're not short of money.

Pay their rent.

Of course.

Of course.

D'you like 'em?

What does it mean, Reg?

I don't understand?

They're all for you. Every one of 'em.

There's one for every

night of the year.

- But, Reg...

- You don't like them.

It's not that...

You do like 'em, I do.

That's it, you like them.

You can't dress me like this, Reg.

I've always bought my own clothes.

But you don't have to any more.

Have to?

What d'you mean, have to?

It's not a case of

having to, I want to!

You can't afford it and I can.

I mean, I love giving you things.

You are my bloody wife.

I have to look after you.

Anyway... it's not as if you've

got money of your own, is it?

That's right, I've got no money.

So I'll get 'em.

Oh, look.

This one is really you, Fran.

Don't you think so?

Oh.

You wear it tonight, and you'll

be the prettiest thing there.

Yeah?

d Bittersweet, the taste of love

d From a child's pretty finger

d To the fist and the glove

d Oh, bitter, bittersweet

d Is the sound I hear

d A dream to be free

d And a need to be near

d Love breaks each rule

d And passion don't care

d For bittersweet

d Oh

d Bittersweet d

- That was lovely, Judy.

- Thank you.

You're in excellent voice tonight.

Oh, thanks.

Well, I croaked it in time, didn't I?

Hi. Are you all right?

You look like you need a drink.

Oh, she's fine.

- This is Iris.

- That was great.

- You look terrific.

- And you.

- How you doing, Ron?

- Yeah, fine, Judy.

Judy! One with the boys?

Hello, boys! Duty calls.

- Nice smile, Frances.

- Come on, smile for me.

- Come on, Frances.

- Squeeze in together.

Come on, Frances, come on, Judy.

Reggie, they're coming downstairs.

You missed the show.

We've come to eat.

- Sarah!

- Fran!

- All right, Ron?

- Evening, Charles.

You know Cornell.

Yeah, we've heard of him.

All right?

All right?

- He's a great fan.

- Definitely.

All right?

You fill it better than me.

- Yeah?

- Reggie, it's the same dress.

You look good. Don't she?

All right, yeah.

I let my wife choose her own dress

tonight, hence the lapse in taste.

Yeah? Yeah?!

Shut it.

When are you two getting married?

You wanker.

- Come on...

- George.

Just leave him, Ron.

- Bye, Fran.

- Bye, Sharon! See you!

I'm gonna get Cornell.

He's nothing.

Ain't worth it, Ron.

Piece of sh*t.

Didn't know you knew

Charlie Pellam's wife?

- Yeah, we went to school together.

- Yeah? Well, stay away.

- Reggie, she's my friend.

- Not any more she's not.

- But, Reggie...

- Just do it, Fran! For me, love!

No arguments!

Carrots, your cauli...

Ah, what can I do for you today...

- Hang on a moment...

...Mrs. Kray?

Er, well, I've got this.

Ta.

How's Reg?

Fine.

- And Ron?

- Yeah, fine.

- And your mother?

- My mother?

Violet?

Oh, yeah, my mother, I see.

Here we are.

I've slipped some of Reg's

favorite salmon in.

He likes red, eh?

Er, how much..?

Doh, don't worry about that.

Just tell Reg I said hello.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on!

Come on!

I just love snakes.

They just relax me.

They're beautiful, don't you think?

Got lovely skin.

Hello?

No, it's Ron.

What?

I see.

I know.

D'you hear that, Reg?

Pellam's been arrested.

What about Cornell?

No, he's still on the loose.

Shouting his mouth off.

Is he?

And then there's Jack the Hat.

Yeah. There's always Jack.

- Sandwich, Reg?

- Leave him.

Yeah, but they're salmon.

Shut it.

D'you wanna drink, boys?

Yeah, cheers.

He's done it again. 2,000 this time.

- 2,000?

- Jesus, do the twins know?

'Course they know.

They might not say

anything, but they know.

What is it with Jack?

Has he got a death wish or something?

They treat

me like a f***ing kid.

I was here when their

mother was still

wiping sh*t from their arses...

their arses!

- All right, Jack, what's

the matter with you?

- Sit down and be quiet!

You're all sh*t-scared,

you're all sh*t-scared!

Shut him up, will you?

Ronnie! Reggie! I'm gonna get you.

Stop it! Stop, please!

- F***ing slut!

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