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London in the 1960s.

Everyone had a story about the Krays.

You could walk into any pub to hear a lie or two about them.

But I was there, and I'm not careless with the truth.

They were brothers, but bound by more than blood.

They were twins as well.

Counterparts.

Gangster princes of the city they meant to conquer.

Ron Kray was a one -man London mob.

bloodthirsty, illogical, and funny as well.

My Reggie was different.

Once in a lifetime do you find a street -fighting man like Reg.

Believe me when I say it took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.

Yeah, two for two. I'll have it.

Hello, boys.

How you doing? You all right? Got your cup of tea here. Do you fancy it?

Yeah? No?

What's this, the old dag in the manglia?

0 to 60 in what, 40 minutes, something like that?

Whoa, it's a bit of you, that, isn't it? All black and cramped and very sharp,

yeah.

This one's really milky for you.

Why don't you fuck off, Craig?

All right, I will.

I will. You know, I wouldn't want to keep you, you know, with all them, you

know, rapists and murderers you've got to lock away, ain't it?

Where do you take a turd in there?

I suppose you just hold it in, don't you?

All right, then. Have a lovely day.

Cheer up. It's nearly Christmas.

See you about that.

Where's my driver? Where's Frank?

Can't get out of bed in the morning, Rich.

You what?

He ain't here. He ain't showed up. His heart ain't in it. All right, okay.

let's go get him then, shall we?

Where's your Normsby Street, yeah? Yeah, come and jump in. I'll give you a lift.

Nah, you're all right. I'm going to walk. It's a lovely day for it.

Don't forget this, though. They're very important.

I won't.

Come on.

I have to walk incredibly slowly.

How you doing?

You good?

Lovely.

Reha, I was going to knock on your door, but my mum said you left that in the

kitchen. Oh, jeez. Is that yours?

It is. Oh, thanks ever so much. No problem.

You're welcome. Thanks, Ray.

EastEnders.

They won't talk to a policeman, but they'll kiss a gangster.

Eh?

You filthy, cunning bastard.

Hang about.

Frank!

Who are you?

Francis.

Frank's sister.

Hang about. I recognise you, actually. I recognise you. He was a little bit

younger then.

You'd all grown up, didn't you?

It happens.

What have you got there?

Sweet.

That's not any sweet, is it? That's a lemon syrup, that is.

Mind if I have a crack?

It's alright.

Really?

Oh, that's nice, isn't it?

You're not supposed to chew it.

No.

How else am I supposed to get to the sherbet, you bet?

By being patient.

Nah.

Being patient doesn't get you what you want, does it?

Half a minute, Reg. Right down.

You in trouble?

Yeah, he is.

Will you go out with me?

I'll go easy on him, if you do.

All right.

Not for that reason.

Saturday night.

Who are you talking to? You're half -dressed talking to a man in the door.

What's wrong with you, Francis?

Get back in the kitchen. Finish them dishes.

This is yours.

Thank you.

Have a seat again, Prang, all right? It's back to the tea shop, the fish shop

whatever shop it was you come from.

Print.

Print shop.

Oh, yeah?

We'll be back to the fucking ship shop, you understand?

Yep.

What does your sister do?

She goes to one of those, uh, pitman colleges.

You know, typing, shorthand.

Yeah. Yep.

She's got a bit of class, mate. She's very elegant. Where have you been hiding

her? She's been away.

She's a bit, um, fragile, Rich.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Right.

Stop here, Frank.

Five minutes.

One below.

How long do you think it'll take for him to chew it, Galby?

A little bit of cat and mash.

Nipper Reeds was the copper on the Kray's case, and he made his presence

He was heavy -footed, as they say.

And I stared at the back of this geezer's head.

The whole time I'm thinking, you know, give Ron Cray

your sausage.

Give Ron your fucking sausage.

Yeah.

It's drilling my eyes and in the back of your head.

I'm not even thinking it anymore.

I'm not even thinking.

I'm broadcasting it.

Until you turn us around and you know what you're seeing, it says... Wait,

Do you fancy myself?

I've got no appetite for it.

Interesting.

When my future brother -in -law said interesting...

It meant he had no fucking idea what he or you or anyone else was talking about.

Fashion are you, Ron?

Fashion are you?

Ron had been sentenced to three years in prison for grievous bodily harm.

Near the end of his sentence, he was certified insane and remanded to a

hospital.

What was wanting was a friendly psychiatrist.

What about when you say you want to raspberry this man?

I'm not sure of your vernacular. What do you mean?

Raspberry ripple.

Cripple. You want to cripple someone?

Yep, that's right.

And why is that?

Because, Doctor, I'm afraid you may not be inclined to provide a favourable

evaluation of my employer. And who's your employer?

Ronnie Cray.

It's the hope.

Excuse me a minute.

Is that your time?

Ronald Cray possesses possibly the soundest mind I've seen in 26 years of

psychiatric practice.

In my view, to keep him here would be a waste of public resources.

The most time's integrity down the toilet.

The queen would survive.

But God saved the rest of us.

Mr. Cray.

I hope you know what you're doing. Yeah, I know what I'm doing. I'm going back

to London. I'm going to take this.

Gilbert has no real idea who or what he is.

Nor does he trust his own senses.

I've never seen a man so desperately in need of reassurance.

We all like a nice little compliment now and again, don't we? Your brother is

arbitrary, violent and psychopathic. Probably paranoid schizophrenic.

What I'm trying to tell you is that he's off his fucking rocker.

It's called Stematol.

You need to give it to your brother twice a day or it's going to be serious

trouble.

Francis, pass outside.

Oh, you've got glamour, Francis. You're like an East End starlet.

East End harlot, more like it.

The trousers, ma 'am, she doesn't look like a harlot.

What she's wearing doesn't matter. When people see her with Reggie Cray, they'll

think she's a tart.

Why would you say that?

He's a gangster, Frances. The Krays are gangsters.

Well, I think he's sweet.

Oh, God.

And I'm going to kiss him. Do you hear me?

Hello? Hello.

You look lovely.

So do you.

This is Big Pat. Hello, Big Pat.

Reggie. How you doing? You all right, mate?

Nice to see you. Big Pat's here to keep the riffraff out.

Always. So how come you're letting us in then, mate?

Have a good night.

Thanks, mate. Cheers.

Well, I was in trouble. I'll be fine.

How are you?

How you doing, big man? You all right?

You well?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. You behaving yourself?

Always. I'm a teddy bear. Go easy.

If he gives you any trouble, come and speak to me. Come on. Yeah, I'm good.

She's good.

Hello, Reg.

Hello.

This is great.

Everyone here knows you. Yeah, well, I own it. It's my club.

You mean it's your local? No, I own the place. It's mine.

I've been by here ten times. I never knew it was yours. Well, you can get

with a lot in life if you are. Keep your mouth shut.

Oh, that's Teddy. Hang on a second.

Oh, Teddy, how you doing? You all right? Good to see you. You good?

How's the film?

Excellent.

What?

Those men look frightening.

No, no, they're just East End boxers. They're lovely. I let them drink in here

for free, you know.

Betty, that's Joan Collin.

Yeah, it might be, yeah. We had that Barbara Windsor in here the other night.

Really? Yeah, she comes in here quite a bit, actually. She loves it, and that's

my formula.

What I like to do is I like to mix celebrities with a few.

Just a few East End billiards.

They love it. It's really good for business.

Would you like a seat?

Excuse me, ladies.

Have you got a moment?

No, I don't. Actually, I'm busy. All right. No, it's important, Reg. And this

important as well, so... Reg.

All right.

Marcus, would you mind if I, um... I'll take care of some business for a moment.

No, of course not. Excuse me. Back in a minute.

What is it? It's back here. What?

All right, man.

Yeah.

All right.

Enjoy.

How are you, Reg?

I'm all right. Can't complain. Who'd fucking listen?

Sit down, Reg. Go on. Sit down, please.

Right. You had a question about a tank on a purple art business, some pill gun.

Go on.

Jack here would like to explain himself.

Go on.

Go on, Jack. Tell Reggie what you told me.

Well, Reg... Yeah?

I, uh... The thing is, under normal circumstances, my accounts...

Are you going to take all fucking night, mate, because I've got things to do?

Tell him, Jack. Go on, spit it out.

I borrowed a few quid off the top.

Right. All right.

I sold a few pills and a cider.

It is a surprise, mate. Things have been a bit tight at home and I was just

trying to keep the wife happy. Trying to keep the wife happy? Is this what you

brought me in here for, this?

This is nonsense.

It's important business. It's important, is it?

Yeah? You should know about it. Right, all right, let's deal with this

Tomorrow, you come back to work, yeah, and you pay back every fucking penny you

owe. Do you understand?

I was going to suggest that. Good, right. Are we done?

Everybody happy?

All right, then. Can I get back to my fucking evening?

Thank you. Thank you very much, Albie. Cheers.

Sorry for wasting your time, Zach.

Thanks. Thanks for coming in.

How you doing, mate?

Good?

You sleeping cunt. Do you understand?

I heard me. Yeah?

Next time I'll finish you off, you little slag.

Get him out of here. Go and fuck him off. Fuck!

You fucking what? What did you say?

Don't you swear in my club.

Get him out of here right now.

Don't swear in my club.

You wanker.

Oh, now listen, there's something else. No, there isn't something else, right?

Because I've got a young lady in here and I'm entertaining.

Yeah, well, this is... Have a look at that, right? See that there?

Oh, sweet. I'm entertaining.

All right, so I'm going to have an evening to myself.

This is important business. Can't be.

My business, isn't it? It's my business. I would know.

Night, Albie.

Hello. Did I miss anything important?

No, just me.

That, that is important.

Is it?

Very important.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So I had your brother who was telling me that you were going to college.

I'd like to study to be a secretary, so I... Yeah, anything to get out of East

End. What's so bad with East End?

It's got bigger dreams than pushing a pram or having them with the butcher.

Don't quite know what they are yet.

Well, East End's not that bad.

The centre of the earth could be anywhere you like.

Even here?

Yeah, even here. In Bethnal Green?

Yeah, Bethnal Green.

Do you like being a gangster?

I'm not a gangster.

I'm a club owner.

I like the money and I like the respect of being a club owner.

I'm not a gangster.

I could have been a boxer, you know, but then, you know, I'm a...

I'd end up looking like some sort of potato.

I wouldn't even know what day of the week it was.

At least I know who I am.

I also like the fact that I made a little something of myself.

I don't owe the world anything.

How long if the world agrees with you?

I think the world will be alright.

Fight on the beaches.

We shall fight on the landing grounds.

We shall fight in the fields and in the streets.

We shall fight in the hills.

We shall never surrender.

And if I do not... Ronnie, come on out. You've got visitors, mate.

Watch your steps. It's a bit wet.

You all right? Mm -hm.

You must be Francis.

Hello.

Hello,

Francis.

Hello. Welcome to the family.

Well, it's a bit premature, that, isn't it?

You don't have a beard that I can have, do you? Yeah, of course I do. Help

yourself. I might have a beard, yeah.

I'll let you get to know each other.

Look, that's it. I'll just put the kettle on.

Take a seat. Go on.

Sit down anywhere you like.

It's a bit of warming up. So, what do you think?

Do you think that we look alike?

Me and Reggie?

Oh, yeah, certainly.

No, you don't. Do you think that he's beautiful and I've got a face like a

gorilla's arse?

No, no, I wouldn't say that. I'm used to it. Stop doing your hair, right? Get

your stuff out of the car. Do something fucking useful.

A bit of warming up.

I'm homosexual.

I'm a giver, not a receiver.

Here's the difference.

I'm not a faggot.

But I do believe that you should not hide what you are. You shouldn't hide

you are because it makes you very sad.

It makes you very sad.

It makes you very unwell.

I agree completely.

You know me and my brother, we're going to rule London.

The Crave main rivals were the Richardsons of South London.

They were called the Torture Gang. For the benefits of the jury, on whose

were you operating on this side of the river?

Come on, Charlie, please, I beg you. No, no, no, no, no. You do business with

the court as an entity, therefore address the courts.

What? What?

Your honour!

Fuck! You say your honour. By saying your honour, you gain the court's

and open up a channel of communication, a conduit. So, we'll try again.

For the benefits of the jury, on whose behalf were you working on this side of

the river? Please shut up! Back in there! Order!

Order! And that's my court!

Fuck!

You're an Indian country, old son.

That's what them Cockneys call south of the river, isn't it?

Indian country.

Well, what are you doing on my reservation without my say -so filling

canteen from my fucking watering hole?

You ain't got the bottle to do that on your own, son.

Who do you work for?

I don't know what you're on about, Charlie. I don't know what you're on

Say it!

Objection, Your Honour.

My client is an upstanding kid.

Objection overruled on the grounds it's boring.

Oh, well, fuck it.

Say it. Say the craze you've got to come. No, coach.

No leading a witness, Eddie.

Alexander might have been great, but he wouldn't agree.

No? No, he's a Macedonian.

But he loved them, though.

Aristotle and that lot. He was deeply impressed by them flash Hellenistic

Christoph, get some more of that awful Rathina.

Charlie, we've got to fucking sort this.

You're absolutely right.

Christos! Where's my Retsina?

The Richardsons sent George Cornell to call for a truce.

All they were saying was give peace a chance.

Fucking Prangle Wing. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, fuck.

Are you wearing your bravery jacket?

We're here to parlay.

I will fucking knock you up, Chelsea.

Oh, no, no. Go on, let him in. He's only little.

Things are going out of hand.

Charlie wants to meet.

Pick and whittle, neutral grind.

Just him, you two and Eddie.

Yep. And how do we know that we're going to be safe?

Well, that's a little thing called trust.

Ain't it?

Trust, yeah.

You've got one bloke harping on about trust, don't you? But then you look over

his shoulder, right, and you see there's another bloke there, right, with his

Hampton in his hand and he's preparing to shove his cock right up your arse.

Well, you wouldn't mind that.

You get him out of here. Go on, fuck off. One hour, and we'll be with you.

off, John.

There's a dog. Go on.

I've got dead pox with you. Go on. Get out, you prick.

I fucking love it.

But, darling, please try and have another egg. Fine.

I'll be eating this one.

I don't like it, Reggie.

Nah, it's all right.

I know them.

I know the pub.

We'll be all right.

Now you go clean up fucking toilet my stinks my I paid a girl to do it so my

father she can't we ever do Forget it. I just walked in Yeah, I might take it to

you again. It's just big hang on a second.

So go down and change the barrel Good

one

the Richardson's were unexpectedly engaged, so we're gonna look after you

it's all right. Our landlord's going to change the barrel for me. Thanks.

You don't mind if I pour myself a pint, yeah?

What is that?

Yeah, what do you think? Poof. It's a fucking tool.

No, it's not. It's a fucking rolling pin.

Who are you, Fanny Craddock?

What do you do with that?

You bake me a cake and sing me a song with my fucking candles?

I come here for a fucking shootout, right? A proper shootout with some

men.

Like Colonel Custer.

Geronimo. Have you ever heard of him? No. Because you were too busy in your

penny baking fucking fairy cakes, weren't you?

Rich, this lot are fucking nonsense to a man. They're fucking nonsense.

Get out the fucking way. Go on, get out. Go on, fuck off.

Call yourself a fucking gangster.

A shootout, right, is a fucking shootout.

Like a western.

Wankers.

Fucking embarrassing.

Waste of our time.

Fucking waste of our time.

Well, your brother's done a runner.

Nah, he's just genuinely disappointed with you, that's all.

Look at that.

Full of iron, that is.

It takes a while, that does, you know, to settle.

Well, Charlie Richardson said we're to knock the granny out of you, Reg.

Oh, yeah, he did, did he? That's good of him. Right, listen.

When you see him next, you tell him for me, yeah, that I say, fuck Charlie,

right? Fuck his brother, yeah?

Fuck that fat Georgie Cornell that hangs out with him.

Fuck your face, yeah?

Yeah? And fuck the fucking lot of you as well. What do you think of that? Eh?

You like that?

Mm.

You won't mind if I fight back, will you?

What, you think he could manage it?

Ah, it's more from your pride, really, to be honest. I warn you, I'm not going

to fight fair, though.

So I bought these.

Alright.

Now before we start, I've got a little joke for you. You'll love this one.

Paranoid schizophrenic who walks into a bar.

They never stood a chance against my beautiful Reggie.

Gang war seemed certain.

Fuck, you know it. But on the day of the World Cup final, Scotland Yard had its

say as well.

Goal!

Get in there, you cunts!

Oh,

come on, boys, not tonight.

What do you mean, no goal?

Wait, wait, wait!

Charlie Richardson was sentenced 25 years for fraud extortion and assault

London was an open city and the craze moved in

Glad you could come, Mr. Defy.

Mr. Payne.

I'm not often intrigued, but your message, it intrigued.

Sit down.

These are the cry twins.

Ronald and Reginald.

Yes, I've heard of them.

You'll find them useful friends.

What's this about, Mr Payne? This is about a gambling casino in Knightsbridge

called Esmeralda's Barn.

I'm not familiar with it.

Really? Well, you'll be shocked to learn that you earned £24 ,000 from it in the

last three months.

My friends and I would like to purchase it from you. We have the contract ready

for your signature.

Ruling London involved intelligence and intimidation.

It's not for sale.

You may find that in the future there is a less polite approach.

The trick was to cultivate a quiet certainty that should it be needed,

was on offer.

Yeah. And would be happily applied.

Leslie Payne was a fronter and a fixer.

Reggie found Payne useful, but Ron was suspicious of him, afraid his scams were

the opposite of what a gangster should be.

Consider Las Vegas.

Right. It's all legal, all run by the Mafia.

Soon, London will be the same. What with Havana gone, the Mafia's moving in.

Mayor Lansky's already made inquiries.

Mayor Lansky?

Yeah.

Why is he the Mayor Lansky?

Mayor Lansky.

What, the Americans going to try and muscle it on us? No, they don't want it

that way. They don't want a war on businessmen.

Well, maybe I want a war with them.

Ah, look.

What they do want is to know who is the up -and -coming local firm, because they

will colonise London by financing that firm, then franchising the city, so you

have to prove to the Americans that the Krays are the only game in town.

Yeah, very fucking interesting.

The world could be our oyster.

Pain.

What? You say our a lot, right?

You say our and you also say we a lot.

Do I?

My question is, is your last name Craig?

Listen, Ron, you keep the pearls. I'm perfectly happy with the soft bits.

Yeah, I bet you are.

I bet you are.

Reggie, I say it's a very bad idea.

It's just a bad idea.

I say, right, we meet these mafioso scum at London Airport, right? We pick them

up, we shop them up, put them in their fucking luggage and send them straight

home, mate.

That's the plan.

Well, I'm glad we could have this meeting.

Mr. Lansky has taken an interest in the Colony Sporting Club.

He has his casino people there right now. Well, Mr.

Lansky might want to know that we happen to have a casino of our own.

Really? Your own casino?

Well, you see, we own Las Vegas.

But here, the Atlantic Ocean is in our way.

So Mr. Lancey lacks the ability to ensure the physical security of his

from both outside muscle and the cops.

He thinks the Cray family could help.

London is going to be the Las Vegas of Europe.

We need someone to front and someone to muscle for us.

No, I mean, look, we can do your security.

That's not a problem, you know, but we don't want to work for you.

I mean, we'd much rather that we work with you. What Reggie's trying to say...

think he knows what he's trying to say. He just said it.

We're in your backyard.

Yeah. And Mr. Lansky is open to discussions of this nature.

He spends this as a goodwill gesture.

Just a taste.

For expenses.

Open it, please.

Now, the second briefcase contains business of my own I need to take care

Please.

Bearer bonds.

Free money.

A hundred grand in negotiable bearer bonds.

Jacked from a bank in Montreal.

Too hot to move in North America.

That's a hundred grand.

Could you guys handle that?

Yeah, we can handle it.

Really?

Good. Boys are jackedick at 20%. We split the rest, 60 -40.

This works out, Reggie.

I got a $2 million backlog of those shuttles.

Does that sound like you're staying out of our way?

50 -50, mate.

I like you, Reggie.

50 -50 it is. Done.

I'm glad we can make a deal.

Yeah. Now, this feels right.

Listen, you come to Philadelphia any time, you see what you want, any size,

shape. Right. We'll get it for you. A nice Italian girl, loose spaghetti and

meatballs.

I prefer boys.

Excuse me? I didn't catch that.

I said I prefer boys.

Italians, actually.

sometimes Greek, but I am not prejudiced, no, because I happen to have

Negro once, and a Tahitian who I bent up like a pretzel. I really fucking hurt

him.

You got a lot of fucking balls to admit that, kid.

You know what? You got some fucking set of castanhas on you. You know what I say

to that? Bravo.

Salud. Come on. Salud.

Am I right, fellas?

Cheers, mate. What fucking ball? Cheers,

mate. Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers, mate.

Well, Frankie, you take my breath away.

Well, you can have mine.

You're a joker.

Go on, get in a cup.

Look around you.

Look down the block from you. The lonely faces that you see.

Esmeralda's barn made money like a dream.

£2 ,000 a week, pure profit.

There was nothing to do but enjoy it.

Owning that casino meant everything to Reggie.

He'd finally crossed the line between the old East End and the green pastures

the Golden West.

He was becoming a celebrity himself.

As long as their health didn't suffer, the high rollers loved rubbing elbows

with gangsters.

Aristocrats and criminals have a lot in common.

They're both selfish, get bored easily, and have access to wads of cash they

didn't have to work honestly to get.

The topper neither have any interest in bourgeois rules or morality.

Put it all together with roulette wheels, a stunning recipe for success.

Ron was the odd man out.

His pills stabilised him, but they'd never cure him.

Clubland held little charm, and he yearned for Reggie and the darker side

gangland. As soon as you turn your fucking back, life just

plays dirty tricks on you, you know?

We wouldn't spend Christmas together that year.

There was an old warrant on Reggie.

The last six months of the sentence was on appeal, but it was denied.

He was to surrender in the morning.

My real life was about to begin.

Hey, babe.

You like Rich?

Oh, Rich.

Wow.

Hey.

You look after your sister while I'm away.

I won't, Rich. Yeah?

Yeah.

Good luck.

Move it, Craig.

Stop on the line.

You're nothing in here.

Fuck you.

Fuck you up.

Shut up, all of you.

It's tough now, aren't you?

Nothing in here.

Nothing.

Before I get ready, please.

A bit of respect.

It doesn't hurt, does it?

I have shit -bigger turds.

Will you have some water?

Look at that, gents.

It's only begging for water.

What do you make of it now, eh? Your famous Reggie fucking Cray.

Begging for fucking water.

What has it come to?

Here you are, Reg.

Now, don't spill it, because you've had a little tumble, haven't you?

Eh? Good boy.

Here he is, look.

Look at this.

Reggie Cray.

Begging for fucking water.

Hello, Crouchy.

Hello, Ron.

I saw Reg today.

He says he's best. He says it's probably best that you don't go visit him this

year, all right?

You didn't say why.

No, I didn't mention it.

You know, it's possible, right, for a person to become a ghost while they're

still alive.

You think so?

Well, it's happened to you, isn't it?

No, what? No, no, no, please, please, please, please, just for a moment, just

listen. Gambling clubs are legally obliged to pay winnings on the spot, and

is why we insist our gamblers pay their debts on the spot as well. It's very

simple. Yes, I know, I've heard you, but that's your problem, right?

That's your problem, not mine.

Mine is that I want £50 ,000. Oh, there you go again with your £50 ,000.

To go to Nigeria. It's not just to go to Nigeria, is it? I want to set up a

company. Right? I want to build a city in Nigeria for the children near Enugu.

Enugu. Yes, Enugu.

Yes, Enugu.

I told you, Enugu.

Right? You don't know everything, do you, Payne? Did you know that Enugu is

African word for utopia?

No. No, you did not. What? Did you know that utopia is the Greek word for

nowhere? For £50 ,000, I can make that somewhere. I can turn it into a place

where people will smile at me and children will dance. I will smile for

Ron. I will smile for you if you tell me where I can get £50 ,000. I'm telling

you. I'm fucking telling you. Just pull it out of the casino. Just pull it out

of the casino. That's what I'm saying. Despite the temptation, do not meddle

with a foolproof way of making the money. I'm not a fucking banker.

I'm not a fucking banker.

Genius! Look at that, that has made it all the more manageable.

Don't you fucking threaten me, you cunt!

Don't you fucking dare talk to me like that, you cunt!

Reggie is not here now.

Oh, he's fucking gone, ain't he?

So you work for me, Ron Craig.

So you will trot along down to the fucking bank and you will fetch me my

,000. Yeah, I'll go down to the bank and have a little talk to him and see what

I can do. And I'll tell you what, I may work for you, Ron.

But I'm certainly not afraid of you, right?

Well, that is fucking stupid as well, because you fucking should be. Because

my brother hadn't have vouched for you, you'd be fucking dead.

What you doing here?

Didn't want to tell you not to come.

I missed you.

Yeah.

I don't want you to come in and see me like this. You understand?

Who did it?

What?

Your face.

Was it one of the other prisoners?

No. No.

He was one of the guards. All right.

Well, have you reported them?

No. But you know what? When I get out, I'm thinking I might bowl down the old

Houses of Parliament as well with the Prime Minister, because he will listen.

He will.

This is prison, OK?

That's what it is.

It's the law of the jungle, isn't it?

But don't worry about it, because I'm a big boy. I'll look after myself, and

I'll be out very soon.

All right?

Come on, have a look at that lump over there. You see him?

He's got a big act.

There's a very good reason why we all call him Handbag.

It won't happen again.

Can you be sure? Because I know. Because I promise you it won't happen again.

Right?

I know I used to be sure.

Go on.

To go straight.

You know, I know.

How about I know you enjoy it?

Forget everything else.

It really is that simple for you, isn't it? Go straight.

You know, life isn't always the way we want it to be. You know, life has other

plans.

It's the way it is. It's life. I love you.

I've never loved anybody before, but I love you, Angie.

I like him.

Yeah, you've got something about him, haven't you?

Do you know what I reckon it is? What? I think it's his hips.

Yeah. I want to blow the soul out of that horn.

Feeling a bit horny, are you, Ron?

I am.

I am.

Go on, do it. I will. Yeah, I want to blow the soul out of that horn.

That's all I'm going to do.

All right?

Yeah? Bye.

Bye to you, Tonya.

That's it Ron, give it a fucking blow.

Yes, Ron, hello.

Do you know what I planned to do?

Where are you going?

At the very last minute.

Don't fucking encourage him, for fuck's sake.

Look at you, you flash fuckers, eh?

Now, I may not be very good, granted, but good gangster.

Oh, yeah, I'll fucking claim that time.

And how many titles could you claim, eh?

Superficialite.

I drip in in your synthetic opulence.

It's disgusting.

It is.

Yeah. Right, a bit of magic. You love magic, don't you? All kids love magic.

You might all be aware that there are three magic seeds, right, in the world

carpaccio. But how many seas are

in the word kahan?

Just you.

You're free.

What are you doing throwing stones at the window?

They're not stones. These are lemon sherbets.

Here you go.

Oh, well played.

Why don't you ring the bell?

Well, your mum.

I mean, it might be funny, but the thought of your mum answering that door

bit shocking, so I thought you'd give me grief on account of where I've been.

You mean prison?

Yeah, prison.

You look beautiful.

You look beautiful too.

I know it's a bit late, right, but I've got your Christmas present here.

Do you want me to throw it up?

No.

You want me to deliver it?

I ain't going through that door.

All right.

You bugger.

Be careful.

A bit late now, isn't it?

Right.

Your flowers.

Thank you.

Your Christmas present.

Go and open it.

I'd like to say, will you marry me?

I'm afraid and above board.

I'm my own now.

Yes, Reggie, I will marry you.

Is that what I want?

Take it.

Come on, show us your fucking hoochie.

Give us a fucking look. You're not listening, you're not listening. All I'm

saying, all I'm saying is crime is still a business. You need a public relations

department and we've got Joseph Goebbels.

Is he the fat one?

You read lips, what's he saying?

What's he saying, Liz?

I'm struggling, man. I think he's saying something about Goebbels or no balls.

That's very strange.

He ain't happy.

You'll see.

Nice, isn't it?

Oh, he looks lovely, Ron.

He's putting a little bit of timber, isn't he?

He's going to be very, very upset.

Did I miss something?

This is Friday night, right?

I tried to tell you.

Yeah, but it's Friday night, right? You didn't tell me that it was this bad, did

you? It's wrong, isn't it?

He's run the place into the ground. He's turned a straight money earner into a

financial wreck. And I'll tell you one other thing. This place will crash when

we get our tax bill next week.

What was he saying?

What was he saying?

He's just told him that you're missing tax payments. A silly cunt.

Let's go.

I had a 50 miles business. Try and stand.

I'm very rude.

Oi, where are you going?

Fucking criminal, mate!

Criminal!

Oi! Where are you going?

Oh, there he is, my beautiful brother Reggie.

A toast to my beautiful brother, home at last, like Agamemnon returned to

Ithaca. And beautiful Frances, where have you been? It's as if... You've

returned from the dead.

You do, mate. What are you fucking playing at?

Eh? I'm not playing at anything, am I? It's you. You come in here. You don't

even say, hello, Ron.

You don't even have a drink. You just bugger off. What's that?

Hello, Ron. Cheers, mate.

Fuck you!

What are you shouting at me for? Because you, right, you had the world on a

string, yeah? But you couldn't hold it together, so you fucked it up!

I... I... This is... You was away. No, because I was in prison. I was in

You going, Ron? Or Reg?

This girl?

Mm -hmm.

Reginald, you never go down in front of the missus.

You had everything, mate. You had it all. I didn't have you. You are

unbelievable. Reggie. No, it's all right. Honestly, I got this. It's fine.

actually, he's got this, thank you very much. He's a big boy. We're talking

about earning a living, you know? We're talking about being gangsters, right?

Which is what we are. So you can just fuck off, go on. Don't. You know, one of

these days, Roncray, your miserable life will swallow you whole.

Yeah, well, you should know all about that shit, you love, because, you know,

have heard all the stories. They're not good. And your mum did palm us off with

the damaged goods, didn't she?

They're very damaged, aren't they?

That's right, Francis. Blood is thicker than water.

And I've been with Reggie since the womb.

Ron, shut up. I want you to apologise to Francis right now.

Right.

Right. All right.

Francis.

I'm sorry. All right? Yes.

I'm truly very sorry. The club is very, very empty.

A bit like you, really. There's fuck all in it, apart from my brother's cock.

You, right?

Fucking disgrace, mate.

You hit me.

Yeah.

No, no, no.

I'm gonna split.

Enough, Reg, mate. I just don't understand.

Fuck.

You don't understand me.

That's probably because I don't want to fucking understand you right now, Ron. I

wanted to just, you know... No, boy, fucking explain it.

Fucking open, is that it? You want to help me out?

Just help me out. I really fucking... What are you doing? For fuck's sake,

Richard!

What I'm trying to tell you is very simple.

Listen, I am very, very, very

fragile myself.

Hello? Yeah, fragile.

I've got it.

Very fragile.

I've got it.

All right, come on. Fuck's sake.

I'm not myself, am I? I mean, this isn't me, is it? This is us.

I don't know if it's us, is it?

I'm very sorry.

It's okay.

Are you done?

This is God.

Yes, God. My keeper.

Cheers. Thank you.

No, go on. No. All right, stop here.

That girl's going to be dead with me.

Come on, out you go.

Frankie. Frankie.

Excuse me, sir. I need to have a word with you about something.

I don't care if you forget me.

I don't say that.

It's true.

You don't mean it.

Don't tell me what I mean. I know what I mean. Come on, Francis, please. Can't

we just start again?

Like, from the beginning, you know? Like, we can get rid of everything

bad, right? And we'll just keep everything that's good.

What about Ron?

What about Ron?

He's not exactly a good bit, is he? What?

I mean, he's not exactly a bad bit either, you know. He's awful to me.

yeah, he was. But, you know, that's Ron. If he doesn't take his tablets, he's

like that. He's a nightmare.

He's not always like that, you know. He's got a heart of gold and he loves

bit. He thinks of all of you.

Honestly, you know, when he left, he was in pieces.

He was like, where's she gone? I said, she's left.

Well, we better get after her because she's a keeper.

You are a keeper, so he's right. Tell her I'm very sorry.

He is sorry. And I'm sorry. We're all sorry.

That's what happens sometimes.

Families are stupid, aren't they? They fight.

They make up.

They stick together because they love each other.

That's what they do.

Don't tell me about forgetting you. Because that ain't happening either. I

the last six months thinking about nothing but you. So I get out and the

got me.

I'm sorry.

It was time for the Krays to enter the secret history of the 1960s.

As absurd as it seems, it grew out of Ron's nutter dream of building a utopian

city in Nigeria.

Some are born to be Ronnie Kray, and some have Ronnie Kray thrust upon them.

Lord Boothby was a distinguished member of the House of Lords. Ronnie.

Yes. I regret that my answer is no.

Nigeria is simply too far away, and I never involve myself in a thing I can't

control personally.

I'm so sorry.

He's really lovely, isn't he?

Take it you like ice in a slice, my lord?

Ice and a slice.

Please, teddy bear, and don't spare the horses.

Do you know where I hear the lemons are particularly lovely and fresh?

No, where?

In Nugu, Nigeria.

You're very well informed, teddy.

Very well informed.

Down the hatch?

Do you like it down the hatch, teddy?

Boothby declined, but friendship ensued, and the perverted peer was soon a guest

at Ron's flat.

The ripples would spread far and wide.

You'll call me later, Tom.

Harry, all alone.

No need to be. Plenty of fruit in the tree. Tom, not in the House of Commons

tonight?

Yeah.

Fucking look at me, you cunt.

Yeah?

Cool. Fucking look at him now.

Fucking look at me.

Good Lord.

That's Bob Boothby. Yes, Prime Minister, sir.

At an orgy.

The Tories are going to have trouble explaining this.

Yes, sir.

Is that Tom Dryburgh?

In fact, yes, sir.

There's no moral advantage to my party if my party are also involved.

It gets a bit stickier, sir.

Where were these photos taken?

Casanova Road, Hackney.

What in God's boots were they doing in Hackney?

That's where it gets sticky.

I thought the orgy was the sticky, but it gets stickier still.

We've had two brothers, gangsters, under surveillance.

The Krays.

The photographs were taken in Ronald Kray's flat.

Orgies aside...

Tracking fraud, protection rackets, and the American mafia may also be involved.

London's bottom had reached her top.

Scandal loomed.

The elections are in ten weeks.

They'll vote out both sides of the House.

What exactly are you doing about it?

Bugger all by the looks of it.

Is that Italian?

I don't know.

Is it danger?

Nice, that is.

Oh, what do you want for Christmas?

Um, I don't know.

You don't have to get me anything.

Eh? You don't have to get me a present. Oh, that's ridiculous.

I'm not getting you anything for Christmas.

All right, well, just surprise me then. Surprise me.

I'll get you a sock full of coal.

Lucky thing. All right, what about that?

What about that?

For Christmas.

For me?

That's going to be in my club.

Is it?

Yeah.

I'm with them. It's a touch of class.

Now, better get out of here.

Now I'm... Yeah.

Done.

What did I want for Christmas?

My Reggie, free and above board.

But Ron wanted his Reggie back as well.

He longed for his gangster twins.

And Reggie...

He chose a hideaway instead.

The owner was Hugh McCowan, the son of a baronet.

Though he was not usually intimidated by the working classes, he agreed to sell

half the club.

Reggie knew he'd get the rest in time.

A dirty deal for a clean life.

Ron was terrified of Reggie leaving him behind.

He sent Mads Heady round to kill the deal.

Listen, gentlemen, I'm sorry, I can't look at you, darling. I'm going to get

lost in your eyes.

I've got a deal with Reggie. He came here.

I love him now. I've signed the contract.

I have an arrangement with Reggie.

Gentlemen,

please.

Please, I have customers.

I have customers here. Gentlemen, please.

Don't work for Reggie. We work for Ronnie.

Ron almost got what he wanted.

Macallan backed out of the deal, but he also called the police.

Reggie and Ron were both charged with extortion.

Frey, I'm telling you, the police have stitched me up. I am innocent. I'm

completely innocent.

Even if you are... What?

You're back in prison.

You made a promise to me. And it still stands. It stands. I'm fucking innocent.

Please.

If you're innocent and acquitted, I'll marry you.

If you're guilty, I never want to see you again.

What are you saying?

Freddie, don't.

Freddie, don't.

Strangely, it was Lord Boothby who saved the day.

His walk on the wild side had not gone unnoticed.

I found the photo.

It's been forwarded to the proper places.

Say, Inugu.

Inugu.

The photograph taken in Boothby's flat ended up with the paper, along with the

story of sexual misconduct between a gangster and a member of the House of

Lords.

The problem is, Arnold, that, unfortunately, it's all true for one.

I don't care about the truth, Harold.

Except at the rate of the truth.

The greater the libel.

An election was looming, so the Prime Minister brought in his fixer, Arnold

Goodman, to sort things out. Get me Cecil King at the Sunday mirror.

The great and the good engineered a cover -up. A cracking good one.

When the crazed defence threatened to call Boothby as a character witness, the

implication was clear.

The government would have to drop its case or face the consequences.

It was this that made the craze the untouchables of London crime. New

information cast.

Poor light on the prosecution witness, Mr. McCowan.

Case dismissed.

That night, the Craves held their celebration party at McCowan's club.

Reggie had bought the hideaway that same afternoon at a discount.

Now I'm sorry if I hurt you Let

me make it up day by day

If you will please forgive me

I've come to see the difference between you and me.

The difference, yeah?

Right.

What do you know? I grew up poor, like you.

I boxed as a lad, like you.

But it didn't turn me into a thief.

But it did turn you into policing, didn't it?

Yeah.

It did turn you into handing your own.

over at the bar, innit?

You know, the difference between us, right, apart from, you know, the

that is that I, right, I work for me.

And you, you work for them.

So, I can explain.

It's Scotland Yard.

And this investigation will end at once. But there's so much more that we can

get them of. Your investigation into the craze will end at once.

All right, all right. She's wearing black. No, I know, I know. She's read it

wrong, ain't she?

She thought it was a fucking funeral.

Don't drive yourself mad.

Why don't you see the daughter? She looks unbelievable in one.

What do you see?

I see myself.

I see what I could be.

If I weren't so scared.

You're not afraid of anything.

You're lying to yourself, you know.

And you.

What's she doing?

You know what she's going to be saying, okay?

Just take it easy. Take a breath.

Why are you not inside yet? Are you absolutely sure you want to go through

this? Mum, please don't start us again. It's all right, Frank.

I love him.

Do you even know what love is, Frances?

I know it's not an answer to anything.

But love is a witness.

Reggie sees me.

And I see him.

Who are you to refuse that?

I'm your mother.

He's still in style, Frances.

That's you.

Oh, Ryan, look at me.

She looks beautiful.

Enjoy yourself.

Gracious God, accept our prayers for Francis and Reginald, that they may reap

the harvest of the Spirit and reflect your glory through Christ Jesus, our

Amen. Amen.

Fucking thing.

We honeymooned in Greece.

The Parthenon had stood for 2 ,400 years.

Reggie's promise to go straight lasted two weeks.

Two items.

There's no milk.

A J .J. Club.

And let's not forget Ronnie Scott.

And this is the beer of Brunscast in Hamburg.

Kettle's on the boil.

It's tea.

We started out near Marble Arch in West London, but we both missed the East End.

And so we took an empty flat below Ron's at Cedric Court.

Like all else in life, it was supposed to be temporary.

Not very clever.

Ron's parties would keep me awake at night, and Clubland kept Reggie out

all hours.

He enjoyed being a gangster, after all. We heard that you were down at the

Regency the other night.

Waving a shotgun.

Those bastard Barry brothers blocked me from coming in.

I said I was drunk.

You were.

You was drunk as a skunk.

Waving a shotgun.

No.

Now, you know we look after that place, right?

So no more of you messing around down there.

I'll spice the evening up for people.

Spice deal.

Here you go.

You're not going to do that anymore, are you?

No, sir.

Get up, Jack. Fuck off.

This is so kind of you.

Sweet, isn't it? Lovely, isn't it?

Oh, hello.

Oh.

Is that it?

No, no.

No, Francis, that won't do.

Go and sit with Mr. Cray and I'll sort it out.

Poor Reggie, eh?

It was a good effort.

She looks like a pudgy in that dress, doesn't she?

The rag and bone man wouldn't pick her up if she was laying in the gutter.

Oh, well.

Poor Reggie. Right, I shall flush that.

I left without saying goodbye.

A sad victory.

I'd never be good enough for their Reggie.

He was Nipper's Reggie as well.

Reed couldn't rest unless he clapped eyes on my husband once a day.

I often had to settle for the same.

Wherever you're going, don't stop till you get to the sea.

But we all need something, and what I shared with Ron was needing pills to get

through the day.

Sleeping pills helped sometimes.

Other pills helped other times.

They were like a friend who held no judgment and only wanted to be loved in

return.

Mother's little helpers.

They were very well -named.

Don't go too fast.

We're not going anywhere, like, too fast. All right.

Almost there. All right. A bit more. OK.

OK.

Ready? Yes.

Ready, ready? Yes.

Oh, my God!

Do you like it?

It's uh, it's a triumph. It's a Spitfire triumph Spitfire. Can I get in? Yeah,

of course you can. It fuels. Happy birthday.

There you are.

Happy birthday, Frances.

Thank you.

Will you take me out for a drive?

Uh, I can.

Now?

Uh, not today.

And not?

Uh, I just, I can't. Not today.

But I can tomorrow.

Cry. Cry.

There's an inherent threat in that one commanding syllable.

It's the only word some need to hear.

What's that mean, the only word?

Well, you're like Ford, aren't you? Or Shell, or Woolworths.

Woolworths. Yeah, that's very interesting.

What I'm saying is Cray is a brand and an established reputation needs less

maintenance, less violence.

People fall naturally into line. Clubs are asking for air protection before we

even offer it. Yeah, that's true. I suppose that would leave us with less

straightening out.

Exactly, that's right.

Makes sense.

Is it right? I happen to like a lot of straight men, you know, once in a while.

Obliging some of the old couples.

What's wrong with that?

I just think you could do better, Ron.

It'll keep you out of prison. I mean, none of us are getting any younger. You

need to leave all this behind. I mean, you've got to look to the future, you

that lovely young wife of yours.

Fucking wallet!

This is a firm, right? I'm a fucking face!

I'll fucking serve you up, you fucking cunt!

Fucking fail of order! I don't fucking like it. I don't trust him. He talks too

much. He asks too many questions. I want him fucking dead! Deadly pain, right,

is our business, mate. And you want him dead.

I mean, have you been taking your tablets? Fuck tablets, right? Bugger

Bugger pain of fucking pain in the arse. And fuck his briefcase. I don't give a

fuck what's in there. I want to know what's going on up there.

He knows too much about things.

Things about us, Reggie. He knows too many things about us.

He knows too many things about us. Right, Albie, do you know things about

mate? Do you know things, eh?

About Ron, about me, about the firm, right? Do you know about payments,

Do you know how we cash pair of bonds, yeah? Do you know how we pay off juries

to make them look fucking favourably upon us? Do you?

Yes.

You do. There's the fucking surprise. Jack, mate, do you know anything about

fraud? Anything at all? Take a punt.

Do you know anything about how we pay off policemen every fucking final

of the month? Do you know that?

Of course I do.

Fucking surprised that. So why don't we kill Jack now? Or we do Albie as well.

We do the fucking lot.

Or you can do me and I'll do you and we're both fucking dead. That's a genius

idea. Listen to yourself, Ron. You're fucking nuts.

People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

You know, I never drank gin till I came here.

Oh, well, next you'll be singing God Save the Queen, won't you?

What did you want to have a word with me about, Mr. Brunette?

Well, things are going well. We're very happy on my side of the pond.

Well, that's good.

We're very happy also.

Okay.

Cheers.

Cheers.

He realized I asked to speak to you alone.

You see, in our line of work,

It's not good to be famous.

Anonymous is the goal.

It's Mr. Lansky, Rich.

He sees a lot of potential in you.

But he sees limitations in your brother, Ron.

Well, you know, maybe, maybe they could just sit down and meet each other,

couldn't they? I mean, he could come across for a chat.

A chat?

You guys crack me up, really.

You ever hear the Gallo brothers from Brooklyn?

No.

Similar loose cannon situation.

You see, Ron's your Joey, and it's not going to end well in either case.

What exactly are you asking me to do, Mr. Bruno?

I'm asking you to do something about Ron.

Okay.

There's nothing I can do. I ain't finished with you yet. Mr. Craig says...

you say Craig one more time... and I'm going to hurt you.

You understand?

I'm an arrangement with Mr. Craig. I didn't ask whether we had an

I asked if you understood me.

The Richardson gang were away, but George Cornell had crossed the river to

a protection racket on their behalf.

A fucking wonger!

Ron's response would secure his place.

And gangster legend.

What do you say to that? Say English breakfast, eh? I can only tell by your

face, Ted, what you're thinking of. It's a lovely box, isn't it? It's not

English breakfast, that's not, no.

That's got pheromones in it, that's got... That's musky.

That's a bit of magic, that is.

That's very beautiful, isn't it?

Don't you like it? I do, that's proper.

My mum would be very, very pleased with that.

Do you have that away from the old warehouse, is there?

Yeah. Go safe, then.

It's all right.

I'm going to go to Mrs Craig, Mum. Thank you.

I'm going to have a matter.

Yeah.

What matter?

That?

Yeah. Oh.

All right.

I mean, I'm not in the mind to hand out refunds, am I?

Can't you handle it yourself?

I'll pay you for protection.

What are you trying to say?

Nothing. You just fucking said it. You come in here with your fucking nose,

right? And your tea.

Your fucking exotic tea.

Right? And you say that.

I'm not very good at my job.

I didn't mean it like that. You fucking did.

No, I... I'll tell you what.

This matter of yours, I'll deal with it for you.

All right? All right.

You go with Teddy, right?

And you bring me 2 ,000 pounds, OK?

And in return, I promise that I will have George Cornell killed.

All right?

I ain't saying... All right?

I didn't say anything about killing, Ron.

You fucking did.

What? You fucking meant it. Look at you. You meant it with your eyes. Look at

your eyes. Eh?

It's in your fucking eyes.

Or are you threatening me?

No. Because there's death in your eyes and you're fucking threatening me. Is he

threatening me? It's hard to tell, Ron. I'll pay.

You will? I'll pay. You will? Yeah. There it is. And a deal is a deal.

It's done.

Yeah. It's done. It's over.

Teddy's taking it.

Thank you.

It's very kind of you.

Thank you. For the tea.

That's a good deal.

Anything you need to tell me

Well

look what a cat dragged in

Yeah, you're not laughing now, are you?

For fuck's sake.

What's for fuck's sake?

Get the fuck down!

Get the fuck in there!

What are you fucking looking at?

You'll never see nothing!

I just want to cry that, isn't it?

Reggie.

Are you mad?

The blind beggar? Yeah, Cornell.

It's on the fucking radio.

Reggie.

Look at you.

Look how handsome you are.

I'll get you a cup of tea.

Thanks, Mum.

Albie? I'm all right, Violet. Thank you.

You do look lovely, Rich.

How many witnesses?

Oh, it was a quiet night.

Seven.

Seven? Albert Woods was with Cornell, plus Faber -Adler. I just don't know

And that barmaid, the blonde, the one with the big fucking pair of eyes.

Oh, fuck's sake.

You bring this here, this is what you bring. You bring it straight to Mum's.

Don't moan about it, right? It's done, isn't it? What are we going to do?

We? Yeah.

Where's the weapon?

There you go.

Now, would you like a piece of cake?

Do you know what? That would be lovely.

Yeah, thank you, Mum. It is, it's lovely.

I see me wearing those clothes, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. So where's your jacket?

Well, you need to burn that, that gun. I want you to toss it in the river right

fucking now, all right? Go on, fuck off.

You're unbelievable,

aren't we?

Whoever was in that pub, we need to find out who they are, all right? Get hold

of them and just...

Where's everybody gone?

Oh, Mum, it's late. It's late. I want him out of your hair. You know, you

get some bedtime.

Why don't I give you a lift home? Come on.

Oh, it's all right. I am home.

I've made the bed up for him.

He's not well.

He's, uh...

He's got a fever.

He's going to stay here the night.

Teddy?

Would you like to stay with him?

Thank you, that would be very nice. Thank you, Violet.

Whatever he's done, he's your brother.

Well, um... Use your stent at all, mate.

You should take that.

Do you know what? I'm going to have to go, actually.

I left the lads at work.

I'm going to have to clean up.

So, say goodnight.

Goodnight.

Teddy, you can do us a favour. Could you be useful?

When you take his trousers off tonight, and his shirt, can you burn them? Yeah,

and take him with me.

Yep, good lad.

Night -night.

Night.

Bye.

He's lovely, isn't he?

Not even Scotland Yard could ignore murder on the streets.

Nipper was back on the case.

Gentlemen, your attention, please.

You've been told that we're conducting a high -level investigation into a major

corruption allegation.

In fact, we're going down into the sewer after the craze.

Any man with any objection, come and see me.

See that lamppost up there, right?

That was known as the safety point during the war, right? So if you could

that lamppost, you knew that you could make it to the air raid shelter before

the bombs started dropping.

One night, me and Ron, we just stood there and we watched... We saw the old

Stanton house get blown to bits. They were still in it.

It's a wonder you lived through it.

Yeah. Yeah, especially with Ron.

Every time trouble came on top, he was always dragging me on, wasn't he?

He's got plenty of trouble now if the stories are true.

Heard it on the street, Reggie.

My own family and you didn't tell me.

Yeah, well, you know, I didn't want you to worry, did I?

Don't worry about Ron.

What are you planning to do about him? I'm going to let him go to prison, am I?

Why not? Why not?

Why not? Because he's my brother, that's why not.

Well, he'll be your brother in prison.

No.

No, the fact is that he belongs here, right? He belongs with us. He belongs

you, me, and his family. This is his home. All right? You know, I've been

looking after him since we were little boys. It's just the way it is. You can

still look after him in prison.

And he doesn't belong here, and you know it.

All right.

All right, well, you just don't understand.

Yes, I do. No, you don't. You don't understand. Yes, I do. You once told me

don't owe the world a thing, well, you don't owe everyone a thing either.

My loyalty for my brother is how I measure myself.

Do you understand?

What about your loyalty to me? Is that not a measure?

So, what is going on with your eyes right now? Are you uncomfortable?

Are you taking some of these? Are you taking pills again? Is that what you're

doing? Come and look.

Oh, hello. Look at that. Stop it.

Jesus Christ, by seven of these things you won, eh?

No wonder you're not making any sense. You're popping pills everywhere. You're

pill popper. And who made me that? What, a pill popper?

So let me get this straight. What you're saying is that in order for us all to

be free, yeah, that we all have to be on our own.

That's great.

I'll go with that.

Listen, talk to that barmaid. Yeah.

Tell her when they line the suspects up across from her to point a finger at Ron

and say that's him.

That's a mad hat or what done it.

All right?

Where are you going?

Home.

What about me, Mum?

Take your time. No.

The man who shot Cornel, he's not here.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Please, could someone just take me home?

That's guys to say you can give a dog a bad name, but when that dog's name is

cray might bite you back

No.

Give her a big wipe up.

What did you tell her?

Yeah, I just said you might want to think about your children, you know.

I wish that could make you go away.

Well, good luck with that, Francis.

Yeah, good fucking luck with that.

Holy damn, I'm right.

Fuck it, Peter.

Surprised me that some people still... still survive these things.

You all right?

Yeah, going.

You all right? You look like you're struggling there.

Help me.

Help you?

What are we doing?

Help me! Put the top on!

Oh, I'm not sure I can help you. Reggie, please, it's going to get ruined.

I can't, can I? I'm a club owner.

You know what I mean? I can pick a nice model, right, in a nice colour, but I'm

not very good at anything else. I'm not a mechanic, am I?

I'm more of a gangster, isn't it? Right, yeah?

Please help me.

Please help me.

Please.

Please help me.

All right, let's help you. Good morning.

You look like shit an' all.

Come on.

Please stop.

Please stop. Come on. Please stop.

Please. Stop it!

What are

you guys?

I'm leaving Reggie.

Oh, that is a shame. We will tell you that very hard.

Please get out of my way, Will.

Unless you prefer me to stay.

Oh, boys, go upstairs.

Go on.

Would you like me to help you with your bags?

Oh, thank you. Oh, come on, don't be daft. Look at the size of you. Look at

size of me.

Come on.

Come on.

You know...

Well, it's just sometimes to achieve greatness, you do. You have to cut off a

little piece of yourself, no matter how much it hurts, in order to grow, in

order to move on. It takes courage, and I admire that.

To be honest with you, you're getting out just in time.

I think so.

Absolutely, yeah.

There's so many people who know so much about us.

Not you, of course.

Most people hate us.

Sooner or later, someone's going to talk, and that'll be it. It'll be over,

right?

That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

I think God ought to cut us some slack, though, don't you think?

Yeah, I'm sure God will.

That is, uh... That is bang out of order. That's not how we were brought

at all.

Well, I've got to go.

Yeah, of course you do.

Listen here, Frances, right?

We both love him.

All right?

We both made the effort.

So we should just have to see what happens when we get there.

Wow.

The Bible.

What, Francis?

This here.

I always liked you.

Francis, I always did.

Because you have the ability to see into the future.

You do.

And that's the same as me.

Bye now.

Hi, G.

How are you?

Yeah, you all right, Frank?

Long time no see, eh? Yeah, I'm walking straight, you know. Oh, yeah? Yeah.

That's nice, innit?

That's nice.

Okay, how do you feel?

Fancy, yeah.

Just so you know, I've been outside your parents' house the last couple of

weeks.

And they haven't told me that she left, they're both fine.

I've been standing underneath the window like a fool.

Yes, she's here. Yeah, I know.

Reggie, you're... What?

I haven't seen her like this in a long time.

She's delicate.

Right. All right, well, you just... You tell Farnsley to come out here.

Reggie, I'm not letting you see her, all right? Don't fuck about, Farnsley.

What are you doing?

It's OK.

I don't try to.

Have you got a moment?

Let's have a little chat.

It's alright.

Are you sure about this?

Come inside, I'll put a cap on.

Frankie, come home.

I am home.

At least until I find somewhere else.

I can't go and live with my mum.

Well, what can I do to change your mind?

You can't.

I've changed my mind about one thing, though. What's that?

I do want you to remember me.

Always.

That I existed, that I once walked beside you.

You don't know that?

Hey, come on.

I always imagined and thought that we might have a child or two.

Why?

So you could use them to threaten me?

No.

Why? Because I still love you.

No, it's just a thing you say out of loyalty to something that didn't exist

the first place. That's not true.

Loving you is the only thing that holds me together.

No, I... I dreamt that we could live beyond the place we were meant for.

You're a gangster.

You love being one.

No.

No, Frances, listen.

Please let me make amends for the suffering and the pain that I have

Please.

Please.

Just let me take you somewhere.

Somewhere? Yeah, anywhere.

Anywhere you want.

Just the two of us, so we can be together.

To be like our second honeymoon.

Or not, you know, just so that you can know that I can change.

To be fair, I have. I've changed.

All I'm saying is that the centre of the world can be anywhere you want it to

be.

Anywhere.

Ibiza. Who?

Ibiza.

Let's go there. I like the way the word sounds.

Yeah, you know what? I like the way the word sounds too.

You want to go to YB for us?

I'll get the tickets today.

I'm booking today.

Now, I'm sorry if I hurt you.

Let me make it up day by day.

Just say you love me like you used to.

And make the world, make it go.

God doesn't ask if we accept this life.

There is no choice.

Life's forced upon you.

The only choice is how you live it.

Or not.

That's a choice as well.

A cup of tea can solve anything.

A bit under the weather?

Tea. You've left your husband?

He's the answer.

Francis? Francis, what have you done? Francis!

In case you thought, at least Francis survives or she wouldn't be telling us

this tale.

Well, now you know.

But I was free at last.

God had finally cut me some slack.

Where is she?

In the bedroom.

That afternoon, Reggie would drink himself insensible.

What do you do, after all, when the only person who could ever get to you is

gone?

Cup of tea?

I don't think so.

One big heart.

Oh, sit down. Stand around here like some kind of lamppost.

What are you saying?

Sweaty. What do we have?

A bottle. Good.

Good, good.

You want to see me run?

Yeah, I do actually. I want you to kill somebody for me, all right? I'm going to

give you a thousand pounds.

You asleep?

There's 500 there, right? So that's half.

Yeah? You get the rest when it's done.

You count it all because it's all there and you can put it in your little

pocket.

That's for you.

Go on, put it in your fucking pocket. We know you ain't got any money.

I'll be daft.

Who is it?

Up, right here.

You killed her! You killed my daughter, you bastard!

You killed her!

Look, Retty, what are you doing here?

I've got a message for you.

From Ron.

Shall I send a solicitor, or have you seen to that?

I want my wife and children's safety guaranteed.

Pine.

He's demurring.

Names.

Dates. Times, documents, a lot.

I put two and two together.

Turned a dozen witnesses into protection.

Nipperah.

He got the bomb away from him.

She had come out.

Where's Ronnie?

Oh, yeah.

This is a piece for me, this.

Oh, yeah. I love this song.

Oh,

fuck.

Whoa.

Yeah, what?

I'm James Dyer. Sit, sit, what? Oh, shut up, pal. You're a fucky, so that's it.

You're fucking out the pot.

Oh, man.

Cheer up, trickle toes.

It's nearly Christmas.

Why don't you have a little dance or something, you know?

What is the point of coming out to a party like this if you're not going to

enjoy yourself?

I'm waiting for Jack Mahan.

Oh, right.

What's he been doing? Has he been waving his shotgun around in the clubs, you

know?

Where do you think going after Leslie Payne was going to get us?

What do I think?

You heard.

Well, in case you ain't realised, I don't fucking ask, do you, sweetheart?

Here he is. Come on. Come on, Montreux. Let's go.

I'll put the booth.

Hello, hello, where are the birds at?

Mr. Bender, how are you? Nice to see you.

I'm going to get myself a drink. No,

I'm going to come back and I'll tell you why I shouldn't have let you go. I

promise.

Tilly.

There you go, Rhonda.

Jack's out.

Thank you.

Glory's morning glory.

Yeah, Jack.

Sing around.

I quit on the way down the stairs.

You got something on your mind, Rich?

Yeah.

Yeah, you're on my mind, mate.

Leslie Payne.

What the fuck were you thinking?

Eh?

You've ruined this.

I don't know what you're on about.

Get the fuck out of me!

I'm not going to be fucking well treated this way. No, you want to be treated,

Jack. Run.

Shut up.

He ain't going to fucking help you, is he?

You've got a tin of worms in your head, mate.

Don't take it out on me what happened to Francis.

What's that? What did you say?

It's not my fault.

Francis killed herself. I don't think it's over with the fucking pills. Oh,

off. You've got to be joking. You fucking joke.

Reggie? The wall fuckers shoot him.

Say that again. Go on.

Reggie?

Say a fucking name.

There you go.

Why would you do that?

Hey, Greg.

Greg, look at me.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

You kill a geezer in a room full of people.

Are you fucking mad?

Aye.

Aye what?

Reggie once said the centre of the world could be anywhere you like.

Even here, in the East End of London.

The world is quite like London.

It's not good. It's not bad.

It just is.

There's no morality or dishonour.

Just your own lonely code.

Until your race is run.

Until the end.

Until we're all just ghosts of the people we once thought we were.

Reggie spent 33 years in prison for killing Jack McVitie.

Through all of those years, until the end, he carried a pair of tickets with

him.

Reggie, my prince.

We were supposed to go to Ibiza after all.