The Rise of the Krays Page #7

- Oh!

Come on.

I'm not a-f***ing-fraid of 'em!

The Krays! The Krays!

I'll kill the bastards!

You've got a temperature.

D'you want something to eat? Hmm?

I'll put some of your

favorite biscuits in a saucer.

Oh, don't, Reg. Please.

We all lose people, love.

Part of living is losing.

You've got to move on, darling.

Don't, Reg.

Mummy loves you.

Mummy loves you.

He's got to come to terms with it

in his own way.

Takes time. Time's a great healer.

- You must speak to him, Mum.

- I have been speaking to him.

Do you think I sit up

there and say nothing?

D'you know, I keep on thinking

about what your Aunt Rose said.

About there being nothing under

Victoria Park lake

but bullets and babies.

I often think about that.

Bullets and babies.

Just think of it.

All those sad mothers.

Sad mothers without their babies.

When you were a child they took

you away from me, remember?

You were sick and they

put you in hospital.

You were there for weeks.

It wasn't medicine you needed...

it was Reg.

You've got to make him fight this.

It's up to you, my darling.

It's crumbling, Reg.

It's all falling apart.

They're laughing at us now.

Jack the Hat's been threatening us,

he's walking round as

proud as you like.

Wavin' a gun!

D'you hear me?

They're saying you're through, Reg.

You're over.

We're over!

Christ.

Everything we've built.

Worked for.

They're saying there's nothing left,

that we're... burnt up... falling.

You know something?

I think they're right.

I said, I think they're right.

I knew it was over when

Frances came along.

Forgot about me then, didn't you?

About the firm,

about everything we'd built up.

I mean, you were in love

so nothing else mattered.

I didn't matter.

You just split us in two.

F***ing two.

You were gonna leave me

to do it by myself, yeah?

Right then.

If that's what you want.

That's what we'll do, then.

I'll get Cornell.

I'll get Jack the Hat.

You just sit there.

Don't you lift a f***ing finger.

You just sit there

and think about Frances, yeah?

Well, this is over.

She's dead and that's over!

You bastard!

Hit me, yeah? Hit me!

Think that'll help it?

Jesus Christ, there's

an army of bastards

out there screaming

for our blood!

Why don't we help them, eh?

Let's kill each other!

I'm so sorry.

I know how you must feel.

Don't use it to hurt me, eh?

Don't give 'em all that satisfaction.

We belong together.

You know that.

Like when we were kids, eh?

Let's get 'em together.

Let's get the bastards.

As darkness consumed

land after land, war became...

attacked their homes, wives and

children and disappeared into...

marching towards the destiny that

fate had chosen. These boys were...

All right, sir?

Ooh!

Hello, Susie.

Having a nice party?

Well, you've gotta get everybody out.

Quick as you can, eh?

There's a good girl.

We're having a meeting.

Here's 20, go find another party.

Okay, everyone!

Okay!

You've gotta go to another party!

and childhood itself disappeared,

like the sands of time...

Reg.

All right.

We're gonna shoot off to that party.

How's it going?

Well, well, well. Mr. Kray.

You haven't got the bottle.

For the children,

it was nothing more than an adventure,

a violent playground,

and instruments of survival

were toys and playthings

with which to amuse themselves.

the destruction was enormous, a warfare

that had never been seen before.

And only those who lived through it

could convey the sense of violence...

You'll be all right.

Come on.

- Go on, down there.

- After you, Claude.

No... go on.

All right? You all right?

Let's have a party!

- Ahh...

- Now, Reggie!

Ron!

You miserable old bastard.

It's your mouth, Jack.

It's not what you've done.

It's what you said you were gonna do.

You've left us no choice, Jack!

- What the f*** are you doing, Jack?

- Bastard. Get up!

Come on, Reg, do it now!

- Be a man, Jack!

- You don't have to kill me!

You don't have to kill me!

Yes, I do.

You f***in' bastard!

Bastard!

for mothers the

evacuation was the worst...

Bastard!

You still up, Mum?

Just looking at the screen.

It gets hypnotic after a time.

You should turn it off, Mum.

It's finished.

Shall I tell you my dream?

I dreamt I was a

beautiful white swan.

And I could fly anywhere

and do anything.

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

and I kept it safe and warm.

Until one day...

there was a hatching sound,

and out came...

two boys.

And they were mine.

And they were wonderful.

And they were perfect.

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