Original subtitles

Early 1930s, fascism is on the rise,

and organized crime is born in England.

Two gangs, the Italian Sabinis and the English White family,

join forces to consolidate their control of London's

West End and its murky underworld.

In different parts of town, two as-yet unknowns,

Jack Spot Comer and Billy Hill,

are starting to make a name for themselves.

This city has never looked so dangerous.

- This Sunday, that pernicious bastard, Oswald Mosley,

will bring his British Union of Fascists

through the East End!

Through our East End, we're not gonna let him, are we?

No! No!

- So, let me ask you a question.

Who here will join me in protecting our homes, our families,

our livelihood against that treacherous hate mongering scum?

Meet Jack Spot Comer.

Small part Jewish social crusader, big part agnostic thug.

He's cleaning up in his local man of White chapel,

and the East End generally.

Nothing's going to stop him becoming a serious player.

Not even Mosley and his fascists.

- Mr. Comer.

Just as you said.

The top third filled with lead.

I hope you smash those Blackshirts' brains in.

Very good, Mr. Nelson.

Very good.

- For the charge of grievous bodily harm,

inciting public unrest, and attacking not one,

but several officers of the law,

I hereby sentence you to six months hard labor.

On your toes, Bear!

This is Billy Hill, a North London boy,

but he don't mind where his work takes him.

A prolific burglar and a deft thief.

Ambition is definitely not something he's short of.

Thank you, Mrs. Bennett.

Alright, next.

- Mr. Sabini, Mr. White.

Harry.

- It's Mr. White to you.

- There's only one Mr. White here and that's your father.

- Sit down, Harry.

I said, sit down.

Don't make me tell you twice.

And you can wipe that smirk off your face,

you dirty little toerag.

There's an hierarchy around here, son, don't you forget it.

Apologise to Mr. White.

- Apologies, Mr. White, nothing disrespectful meant.

- Prick.

- That's enough!

- Apologies, Mr. Sabini.

- You're becoming quite a regular round here, ain't ya, son?

Word on the street is, you knocked off that same jeweller’s

in Hutton Gardens twice in one week.

You fancy yourself a bit, do ya, Billy?

- Just got a sense of humour, that's all.

- Yeah, well that's funny.

What won't be funny is if you make me laugh today

with the size of your spoils.

From what I gather,

I need at least 50 quid.

I ain't got 50.

Here's 80.

- Good boy.

Very good boy.

- Hello, Billy.

Hello, Aggie.

- It's the third time we've seen this

and we still don't know how it ends.

And it's my favourite.

- It's my favourite, too.

- Hey, Jack, good to see ya.

- How you doing?

Hey, Jack, welcome back.

I'll get you a pint. - Yeah.

How you doing? - Good to see ya.

- Moisha.

- Welcome home, how are ya? - Good.

Sonny.

- Mr. Comer.

The name's Mulley.

Darky Mulley.

I own four Spielers in Soho and have vested interests

in every racecourse south of Cheltenham.

I'm not a gangster, Mr Comer, I'm not even a criminal,

but what I do is not entirely legal,

and for that reason, I sometimes get some lowlife

and some scum that frequent the property.

Some of them are quite pleasant and fun,

but some of them are not.

I'm looking for an employee who can handle the latter.

In no uncertain terms, I'll pay you a decent sum

to take care of that and as long as you don't kill anyone,

the bobbies will stay off your back,

'cause I'll pay them a decent sum, too.

I'm not looking for a bargain, Mr Comer,

or someone who gets too big for their boots.

I'm a fair man and I expect you to do what I ask,

and I expect you to do it without any trouble.

Now, if you can do this, we'll get on handsomely.

If you can't, I shall thank you for your time,

and I shall find someone else.

Alright, who invented copper wire?

- Who?

- Two kikes fighting over a farthing.

Why do Jews get circumcised?

Why is that?

'Cause Jew birds won't touch nothing,

unless there's 20 % off!

- Comedian, are ya?

What's the definition of a Jewish dilemma?

Free pork.

I got tonnes of these.

This is one of my favorites.

What happens when a Jew walks into the wall

with an erection?

- What?

He breaks his nose.

Got another one, a Jew boy walks into his dad and says,

"Give me 20 quid."

- Oh, useless bloody horse!

That was very passionate.

- Mom says you're a bad influence on me.

- Wish I was a worse influence on ya.

- So do I. - Do ya?

- Well, yeah.

But don't wanna get a bad name for myself, do I?

- Aggie Hill.

What'd you think of that?

- Now you're teasing me. - No, I ain't.

You wouldn't get a bad name for yourself then, would ya?

- I don't like it when you tease me.

- I'm not teasing.

What do you think?

- Let's try win some money, come on.

- That's my girl.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen, come on!

10 pound, Win Rider, five to one!

Low Ranger at four to one, Win Rider at five to one.

Get out, out!

Out.

Mr May?

I know you're in there.

You come out now and I won't hurt ya.

You can't go around abusing Mr Mulley’s pitch like that.

Don't make me do this, Mr May.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, drop the knife, pal.

Stand up.

Slowly.

- Only a mug would shoot someone,

'cause if you kill 'em, that's the death penalty.

Understand?

Each time you on about the Whites or the Sabinis,

and trust me, you do,

I ain't stupid, so once I worked that one out,

I knew I was just gonna get a beating.

- Jack.

Elephant Dave's here.

- Alright, Dave?

- Jack.

Just let me finish up and I'll be right with ya.

- Right you are.

- Thank you for coming, and thank you for sharing my

enthusiasm for the London County and Westminster job,

which I believe will be our biggest to date.

Most of you know each other,

but as we've got a few new faces and as is customary,

I'm gonna start by making a few introductions.

Elephant Dave, he's our resident cat burglar.

He's already done his job,

hence his replica key to the front door.

Billy Sparks and Mark Bear, they're alarm specialists.

Mr Russell fit the alarm system.

Our confidence man on the inside as such.

Big Bob, Grinning Mike and Easy Alan

will break the safes, hopefully in minutes.

Jaguar Ken, Motor Mike, and North Street Ronnie

will nick our getaway vehicles and drive us all to safety.

- We sure it was Spot?

- I've had it from two reliable faces, it was him.

- William Hill, your frequency in these courts

is a national disgrace, and seeing as you are unwilling

to name your accomplices, I see no choice

but to sentence you to two years penal servitude.

Take him down.

Gotta build a bridge to you

Gotta take some time to do

I have got to make a start

And build it straight

Straight to your heart

Gotta wait eternally

Might take eternity

But while we're still apart

I'll build it straight

Straight to your heart

I will build it night and day

Never resting

- Shut up!

Shut up, shut up!

- Please, please Jack.

- Please, please Jack, please Jack.

You sound like a little girl.

Who put you up to this?

Who put you up to this?

No?

Unbelievable,

Unbelievable.

- What?

Bloody hell.

Let's say goodbye with a smile dear

Just for a while dear we must part

Don't let this parting upset you

I'll not forget you sweetheart

We'll meet again don't know where, don't know when

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Keep smiling through, just like you always do

Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

And I will just say hello

To the folks that I know

Tell them I won't be long

They'll be happy to know

That as I saw you go, you were singing this song

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

And I will just say hello, to the folks that I know

Tell them I won't be long

They'll be happy to know that as I saw you go

You were singing this song

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

- You're not welcome here anymore Mr Comer.

- Hello Jack.

Thought you'd been conscripted.

- I had, but now I'm not, what's going on here?

- Mr Mulley doesn't own this gaff anymore, I do.

A lots changed since you've been away,

I own pretty much everything now.

- Mr Mulley alright?

- What, Darky?

Yeah we're old friends, he's fine.

But your presence will not be tolerated around here Jack,

you understand that don't ya?

Don't be silly old son.

- You understand the potential consequences

of what you're asking?

- I do.

- And for this, you're willing to risk your life?

- L am.

- What is it Jack, hmm?

Is it greed, arrogance,

or just plain stupidity?

- Blackout, rationing, most every Bobby here

called up to serve.

Who knew wartime would be so good for business.

Very true.

- It's a brave new world out there Mr Mulley,

without the Sabinis, well, the Sabinis would have ruled this

the Whites are, and if it ain't me, it'll be someone else.

And if it's someone else, it'll be more aggravation for me.

Sol might as well just be the one

to do it in the first place.

Well Jack my old son.

Whatever you have to do, you have to do.

- Jack Spot's taking over Soho.

Understand?

And he's looking for Al and Harry White.

And anyone who tells him where Al and Harry White is,

gets a tenner reward.

- As if one war weren't enough.

Bill give Badger 12 quid.

- Sleep okay?

- What do you think?

- Here.

I thought this might suit ya.

- Where, am I gonna wear that?

I could be the boy for you if you stop saying no

I'd do anything for you, just give this boy a go

I'd buy you lovely things all day and serenade your nights

I'd stand right by you, come what may

And always treat you right

You can be my everything - Where's Robert?

- Don't know who you're talking about Sir.

- Robert, head barman.

- No head barman called Robert.

- Might close this place, can I get anything on the house?

Make it three G&Ts sharpish will ya.

- Who's your uncle then?

- Al White and who are you?

- Jack Spot.

I'm the owner now, there ain't nothing on the house

unless I say so.

How much is that Stanley?

- It's a guinea Mr Comer.

- Have one for yourself Stanley

and I'll take a lemonade.

Let's make it 30 bob and we're all good.

- Lemonade?

That's a poofs drink innit?

Grab some flowers on the way

Please stop saying no

We could walk along the street

Spot

We'll be feeling grand

- You tell your uncle that if any his family come here again

then they're dead.

- Well that makes an army in my book.

Start rallying the troops son.

- I'm looking forward to crushing this yid once and for all.

- Here ya are love.

Now I stuck a couple of extra chops in there for ya okay?

- Thank you Mr Comer - No problem.

How are ya Mrs Smith?

- Not too bad. - Billy

Al White.

- What about him?

- He's just had a heart attack.

He's dead.

- Dead?

- Yeah.

- Bloody hell.

What the fuck are you don' here?

- Bill!

What the fuck is going on?

- Just come to pay our condolences Harry.

For all our differences, your dad was an honorable man,

a fair man.

- Yids are not fucking welcome here.

Get out now.

- We didn't come here to cause a scene mate.

- Get out.

Now.

- You're here to fight Harry.

Your dad was an honorable man, a fair man

and twice the man you'll ever be.

I look forward to destroying you slowly.

Get off me.

- Take him round the corner.

Look away.

- I'm sorry Billy.

I'm so sorry.

- How'd you set us up?

- They said they send me when I was with them if I didn't.

I'm sorry Billy, I really am.

- I'm sorry too, man.

- No, no, no.

You don't have to do this.

- Oh, but I do.

- No. - I do.

No one fucks with Billy Hill and gets away with it.

- We need to do something, something daring,

no ones even thought of it yet.

Need to make a statement.

So everybody knows who the king of the underworld is.

I'll tell you one thing for sure, it ain't Harry White.

- Alright, so how'd you want it?

Short back and sides?

- You're the fucking barber.

- Alright.

What's ya name?

- What do you care?

- Gotta make a note for the records don't I?

- Fraser.

Frankie fucking Fraser.

- Date of birth?

- Oh for fuck's sake.

- Well it ain't 'cause I wanna get you a birthday card.

- December 13th, 1923.

- Seriously?

- What you calling me a liar?

- Same birthday as me.

- And that's suppose to impress me?

- So what you in for Frankie?

- Carving blokes up.

- Now you're clumping screws for fun.

- What's not to like?

- Only so much time a fella can do in solitary.

- Thing is, I like beating screws up

and I like solitary, so it's a win/win for me.

- Who'd you rather be?

Out on the town with a nice couple of Richards,

or stuck in here with me?

- Fair play.

I do like birds.

Thank God for that.

Here ya hold still.

Afternoon ladies.

Get up. - Get back, get back.

- You two face the wall.

Get up.

Go gentlemen.

Let's go gentlemen, come on.

- Hey Bill, you heard the news about Spotty?

- What about him?

- Well he just backed the wrong for

food office for half a fortune.

Knocked off 600,000 clothes coupons

and a 100,000 ration coupons.

Sold them all on the black market.

Biggest job ever apparently.

- Mug.

- What?

- Mug.

- Who?

- Me, you, both of us.

Spot's out here making a name for himself

and we're stuck in this khazi wasting away.

You'll be home again soon

We'll be singing this too

Yes you'll be back again

Just such as sunshine follows rain

And I know I'll see your smiling face again

You'll be home again soon

Well I'm reading all about it people on the phone

Tell everybody here about you coming home

Open all the windows and light up all the lights

We're gonna have a knees up 'cause we won a war to right

They're dancing in the street

And jumping up for joy

Doing the V-E-D-A-Y boogie woogie

Hear the music playing over London town

Somebody told the minister to come to town

They're dancing in the street and jumping up for joy

Doing the V-E-D-A-Y boogie woogie

V-E-D-A-Y boogie woogie

V-E-D-A-Y boogie woogie

Get down get down.

- I'll have five quid on one and five quid on three

and the money you owe me.

- No I don't owe you any money.

Speak English.

You owe me money, you're a bookie no?

- Yeah but - There's eight of us

and there's one of you.

If you're gonna stand there taking bets,

you have to pay me money.

- That doesn't

- A da da da dah, yes you do, pay me the money.

- But I don't have any.. - Pay me the money,

pay me the money - Oi!

Lay off him, he's mine.

- Not anymore

Dear Mr Comer, my name is Billy Hill

and I come out of Camden originally

but I'm writing this letter to you from Wandsworth nick.

I won't lie, it's not the first time I've been inside

but it will definitely be the last.

And believe you me, I'm a man of my word.

I come from a large family where blagging is in our blood.

And so is honor, loyalty and respect

and a need for constant juggling'.

I'm doubting you know who I am.

I very well know who you are, as I've been a frequenter

at Boots for quite some time now.

I especially like the house band you introduced

after you took over from the Whites.

Anyway, I've been doin' a lot of thinking

since I've been inside

and I know you Sonny and Moisha

as your loyal and trusted men.

I've even spoken to Moisha a few times

and he's as solid as they come

but, I'd like to offer you my services, Mr Comer

and I don't say this lightly

as I've never wanted to work for anyone before.

You're different though, you're smart,

you're forward-thinking and you're fearless

and I'd like to think our combined skills

can be a dynamic and lethal combination.

If you're at all interested in finding out more

than what I can put down on paper,

you know where I am and I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours sincerely, Billy Hill.

Hello Jessie, how are you?

I'd like you to meet my friend, Billy Hill.

Hello mate, how good to see you.

Good to see you John

Two Jack bosses please Alex.

Right away Mr Comer.

They've even named a drink after me

- Like it?

- Very much.

- This is the high life Billy

and don't let anybody tell you it isn't bloody marvelous,

'cause it bloody well is.

- Why'd you wanna work for me then?

- Well Mr Comer.

- Call me Jack

- Well Jack, I admire you see,

what you done with the horses and the spiels.

How you took on the Whites.

Ain't a man who can touch you today.

Well, I blackmailed lives see,

not afraid of hard work I'm not.

Just don't fancy going back to that khazi you know?

I wanna go steady as such.

Work with the master of all things criminal.

Hope some of your success rubs off on me,

some of your charm, some of your organisational skills.

- Not looking for ambitious men Billy,

I'm looking for men who know their place.

Last thing I want is a man who reckons

he knows more than what I do.

- You're the boss Jack, no argument there.

- Handle yourself can ya?

- I reckon so.

Don't look for a fight.

I won't run away from one neither.

- Got a crew?

- Yeah.

Three blokes I trust with me life.

One inside, two on the out.

- Why what hours you keep?

- All I wanna do is graft.

- What about girlfriends?

- I ain't married,

well kind of.

- Like anyone here?

- Only the best for Mr Comer's special friend.

I just hope you can handle her Mr Hill.

The key's in the box on the bedside table.

- That says a lot about you Mr Hill.

Most men never undo my hands.

- Suppose I ain't most men.

- I'll tell you in the morning.

Nervous little kitten aren't ya?

- I'm topped, I've got almost every racecourse

in the south of England.

Ascot, Kempton, Ally Pally Brighton.

I take a cut of everything through the bookmakers

right on down to the ice-cream concessions.

Average profit on the day is 5000.

On Derby Day, we cleared 20,000.

- You're making a bloody mint ain't ya?

- Hi Albert.

Not causing any trouble I hope?

- Not if you don't start it first Jack.

- Come on.

- Oh yeah

Make yourself useful.

- Hello Billy.

Didn't expect to find you here.

You gone all serious have you?

Got yourself a proper job.

- Yeah, something like that.

- Working for that tight kike?

That's a turn-up for the books.

- Let's just say, I'm expanding my horizons.

- Tell Jack I want him out of Soho.

I'm back and I'm here to stay.

- I don't think he'll like that, Mr White.

Enough fannying about, what you drinking?

- Barman's choice.

. Okay-

- Bloody hell Frankie.

- Is that your bloke?

- Yeah that's him.

- This is a week's earnings down the crapper,

plus it's bad for business

and now I need to put three times the protection

on the front door to prevent it happening again.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry's meaningless.

I don't care about sorry.

I care about getting the quids in

and getting that bastard back.

I kicked him off the racecourses

and now he's trying to stage a West End revival.

Same old drill chaps.

Put the word out on the streets,

10 quid reward for anyone that tell us where he is.

Lets nip this in the bud now.

- Jack.

- We're over.

We're done.

Get your stuff and get out of here.

- I know where Harry is.

Frankie.

- Alright Bill?

I'd like you to meet Mr Comer.

- Alright Jack?

Like darts do ya?

I just wanna find out where Harry White

is signing out.

Yeah no problem.

I love those cheeky chaps from the East of London

They're always there with a smile

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always go the extra mile

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They're always there with a smile

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always go the extra mile

Stepney and Shoreditch and Bethnal Green

Hackney and Shadwell and the places in between

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always go the extra mile

They're fat they're tall they're thin

They always love the skin they're in

They're always there to help you if you're low

They'll walk that extra mile

I know it's wiggle little smile

To let you as you walk along the road

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They're always there with a smile

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They'll always go the extra mile

Wapping, Whitechapel and down they head east

East and on the west and other places that we meet

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always do it with such style

Cheeky chaps from the east of London

They're always there with a smile

Cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always go the extra mile

Cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always do it with such style

I love those cheeky chaps from the east of London

They always do it with such style

- Word from the commissioner is the violence

is getting out of hand.

It's not good for public moral, and it reflects badly

on the force, hence forth, anything that encourages violence

is also bad for public morale and reflects badly on us.

Specifically your Spielers

and every other illegal activity you run.

- What are you saying exactly?

- What I'm saying, exactly, is if we're going to go on

turning a blind eye,

we're gonna need a bit more encouragement from now on.

Let's say we'll be having to turn

two blind eyes every week, not just one.

- Where the fuck is all my money?

- Our money you mean.

We got more outgoings and less incomings

than we've ever had.

It's all in the bloody books

if you ever bother to take a look at them.

- Why don't you come and join us darlin'?

Could do with bit of male company.

- Just keep the noise down will ya?

- Not going soft on us are you Jack?

- Ronnie.

Dave.

Mike.

Bob.

Billy.

Another job well done boys.

Thanks again.

- Jack, sure it's a mistake but,

I'm 100 quid down.

- No mistake Dave.

Sources come to me 'cause of who I am.

'Cause of all my publicity.

Therefore your opportunities are better.

You're getting a better quality of job.

Now I'm the King of the Underworld,

I'm taking a larger cut.

Have a problem with that do ya?

Does anybody else have a problem with that?

- What the fuck is going on in here?

Get out, get out.

Out.

Daisy you get out and don't you come back here again.

Everybody out.

- It's not what it looks like Jack.

- You get out as well, you fucking whore.

You thought I don't know?

Of course I fucking know.

I know everything.

Bitch.

- Jack.

Jack.

- So everything was a lie.

- No, not everything.

- Do you love her?

You love her, don't you?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

- I'm not angry Billy.

I know I should be,

but I'm not.

I suspected for a while

and I've spent years learning to live without you anyway.

It's not like you ever gave me a choice.

- I did love you.

I still do.

It's just in a different way now.

- Like I said, I'm not angry.

But there is something I want from you.

I'm bored of being a bored housewife.

I wanna run a club.

- Brought you these.

You can offer me one of them.

- Okay let me have a look, let me have a...

Who did this?

Who fucking did this to ya?

- You remember Gypsy don't ya?

- Who?

- Gypsy.

She works for you yeah?

- Yes, yes.

- Wrong answer.

Gypsy, does she work for you?

Does she work for you?

No, no

- It's over.

You never have to work for him again.

- I'd have been impressed if you hadn't been stupid enough

to do it front of a dozen witnesses.

To do it front of a dozen witnesses.

You put 50 bloody poor stitches in his face.

- I love her Jack.

- Yeah you and everybody else she's fucked.

Grassing is he?

- Cop's friends bought him if you don't.

Understand?

- You have a word with him.

Straighten this out.

- Do it your bloody self lover boy.

- Please.

- My pal,

grab yourself a tea.

- Alright Johnny.

- Hello Jack.

- I wanna ask you one question.

What do you want?

Money or more stitches?

- Money.

- 'Cause you do.

You're a low-life pimp.

- You know he hates you don't ya?

- Who does?

- Billy Hill, wants to topple your empire he does.

- What are you talking about?

- What are you doing?

Lost your nuts?

- Taking what you owe me.

The bird has a pimp, she ain't worth the aggravation.

400 quid you just cost me.

You get in Spieler and turn it over proper

and you keep your personal life, personal.

Get out of my way Gypsy.

- What are you gonna do, hit me?

- Just get out of my way.

- I'm worth way more than 400 quid and you know it.

- Yeah, I paid you 500 didn't I?

- Maybe when you become a father

you'll stop all this nonsense.

- Maybe.

- Well that should give you eight months

to change your ways.

- My beautiful, beautiful girl.

On the farm every Friday

On the farm it's rabbit pie day

So every Friday that ever comes along

I get up early and sing this little song

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run

Bang bang bang bang goes the farmer's gun

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run

Don't give the farmer his fun fun fun

He'll get by without his rabbit pie

So run rabbit run rabbit run run run

- I'm a crime columnist Mr Hill,

so I will write about any tit-bits you can give me

confidentially or otherwise.

Here is my card, call me anytime, day or night.

I don't pay much but it all helps doesn't it?

- I'm not quite sure you understand.

I want you to write about me.

- Oh, oh I see.

Sorry who are you again?

Who am I?

Hill, I'm Billy fucking Hill.

You'll do well to remember that in future, alright?

- Thing is Arthur.

250 quid's a lot of money

and I don't think you're gonna be able

to pay that back on a postman's wage.

Ever.

So I think we need to be a little bit more creative

if we don't want Billy to get upset.

So what I want you to do Arthur,

is tell me something.

I want you to tell me something

you've never told anyone before.

I want you to tell me something you thinks gonna turn me on.

- What you put on your Jew list?

- Oh, I got a couple owing.

Why didn't you come to me?

Went out on me nights

- He never does.

- Alright Jack.

What's it like being yesterday's hero?

- Calm down boys.

We're all mates here ain't we?

It's alright Freddie.

Fancy a drink Jack?

- You encroach on my territory Billy

and you're a dead man, promise you that.

- You got most things here but we don't got no Jack bosses.

- If I had any sense I would of slit you from here

to when I met you in Wandsworth.

Dumped your body in the Thames.

- Yeah, if you would of had any sense,

you would of.

- You Jack?

Jack the Spot?

We've got a message from Albert Dimes.

He owns the racecourse pitches now.

You're over.

- Say that again.

- We got a message from Albert Dimes.

He owns the racecourse pitches now, you're over and done.

- I'm the king of the underworld.

Not Billy Hill.

Not fucking Albert Dimes.

I'm the king of the underworld.

Jack Spot, Jack the fucking Spot Comer.

I'm the king of the underworld, l am, l am, l am, l am, l am

l am, l am, l am, l am

- Oh bloody hell.

- The alarm's not working.

Ah, get off.

Go, go, go, come on.

- To the biggest haul in British history.

Get out of that kitchen and rattle them pots and pans

Well roll my breakfast 'cause I'm a hungry man

I said shake rattle and roll

I said shake rattle and roll

I said shake rattle and roll

I said shake rattle and roll

Well you'll never do nothing to save your doggone

- Move over Frankie.

- Don't work like that no more Spotty.

- You don't tell me how things work round here.

This is still my territory.

Yeah?

- You'll be thicker than I thought if you pull that trigger.

- Just be nice mate, that's all I'm asking.

Bit of respect, not so hard is it?

- Just get out of my way.

- What's the magic word?

- Please.

- Know what I'd really like Jack?

Me, you a nice game of darts.

- Congratulations Billy, well deserved I'm sure.

- Thanks Jack.

Champagne?

- Why not?

To your success.

- To my success.

Now how can I help you Jack?

- I've come to collect my dues.

- Oh yeah?

How'd you work that one out?

- I'm still your boss and I'm still king of the West End.

And anything that goes on in the West End,

I get a piece of the action.

- Know what?

I'll make you right Jack.

Where's my manners?

How much do you want?

This much?

Or

this much?

Nah, nah nah,

it's not enough for the king of the West End is it?

How about,

this much?

One other thing Jack,

I wouldn't kick an old dog when he's down

bars you can keep but the Mountain Air club,

well that's mine now.

- Who wants a fight?

Who wants a fight?

Who wants it?

Who wants a fight?

Who's the king of the underworld?

Jack Spot's the king of the underworld.

Jack Spot, Jack Spot.

- A lot of people are saying,

the Eastcastle street robbery was your doing Billy.

- Well, obviously that's not something

I can comment on Duncan.

But what I will say is this,

whoever did that job was a genius.

A criminal genius.

It was daring, it was slick, nobody got properly hurt

which is important.

- Indeed.

- And it was the biggest haul in British history.

Pure genius.

- And where were you on the night?

- Of course I have an alibi.

I was in one of my clubs with my girl.

Lots of witnesses.

Cleared it all up with the Bobbies.

Can't say too much though, mom's the word.

- How many Spielers do you run now?

- Let's just say, more than anyone else.

- So will this make you king of Soho?

And therefore king of the underworld?

- If the cap fits.

- Put it on.

Don't be tough, if you can't take it rough

You can take it rough

Don't play tough if you can't take it rough

That's just guys they, they just don't cry

Don't play tough if you can't take it rough

That was an engine when we were boys

We used to steal all my toys

If you's scratch it and clawing all day

It was always my fault

Your mama would say

Captain Robin was the same

Your daddy said, I was to blame

Bruises and blood all over the place

But it was me in the sins of face

Now your mama's gone and your daddy too

We're all grown up but we're far from through

If you can't stand the heat stay out of my kitchen

Got a reason in my pocket, now I'm just teaching

Don't play it tough if you can't take the rough

Don't play it tough if you can't take it rough

- This is our home Jack.

I don't want any of your business in here,

let it ring, please.

- Hello.

What?

Who is this?

How'd you get my number?

Oi! Dave.

Lets get something straight.

You do not call me at home.

You do not summon me to a meeting.

And you do not interrupt my private life.

And if there is ever gonna be a meeting,

I'm the one that summons you, understand?

- Not anymore pal, you're finished.

And I don't want you at the races no more.

That's over.

- You can't tell me what to do.

- I can, I am, I will.

And I just did.

Final warning Jack.

- What about Kempton?

- Fuck off out of here.

- Do you remember what I did to you at Ally Pally?

- Jesus mother Mary of God.

- I got a put a stop to this.

Are you carrying?

- Hello officers.

I'm here to see Mr Comer.

No visitors I'm afraid Sir.

- You know who I am?

- We know who you are Sir.

- Mr Billy Hill.

What an unexpected pleasure.

It's a shame you can't all act like adults

rather than a bunch of trumped up school boys.

At one point he really did rather admire you, you know?

- Feeling's mutual Rita.

- And can you please point out

the man who attacked you Mr Dimes.

- He's not here.

Silence means silence in court.

Or you'll be held in contempt.

- Mr Comer, can you please identify the man

who attacked you on Frith street.

- No, I don't see him.

I will not have my court turned into a circus.

- Where is everything?

- I had to sell it.

'What?

- Barristers aren't good Samaritans Jack.

- Bloody thieves is what they are.

We got anything coming in?

- Dimes runs the racetracks, Billy runs everything else.

- What's this?

- It's a savings book.

You never would listen to me so I've been putting money

in for the last five years or so now.

You're gonna be alright Jack.

- Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all very much

for coming this evening.

It really is a great honor you've decided to spend

your evening with me.

Now, before I begin to talk about my short,

but eventful life.

I'd like to say a few thank yous.

I'd like to thank the journalist Duncan Webb,

for helping me write this.

I'd like to thank my beautiful girlfriend Gypsy,

for inspiring me to write this, give me a kiss.

And I'd like to thank my wife

Oi, you heard right, I'd like to thank my wife Aggie

for allowing me to write this.

We're no longer together, but she's a great girl

and I'm happy to say, we're still good friends.

To you Mrs H.

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.

Oh, got a note from an old acquaintance here.

I hope it goes well tonight.

I'm very sorry I couldn't make it.

In a spot of bother, Jack.

Enjoy your evening.

- Good boy.

- I don't know if Andrew Koligi's worth it.

I could hang if we got found out.

- We'll work with what Jack said,

he'd be sittin' in the Thames

and we'll be at church having Sunday roast.

- We nick a car, wear some masks, no witnesses,

it's easy money.

- Who killed Billy Hill?

- Can see it in all the papers.

- Who pulled the trigger?

We all will.

We shot and killed him.

- Did you have to Frankie?

- Well they were gonna kill ya.

- They're just kids.

- Killer's a killer Bill.

Anyway I was just having a laugh with these boys,

teach them a few lessons in life.

No harm done, all vital organs intact and all that.

- And?

- It was Spotty.

- Times have changed Jack.

The freeholder,

they don't need the aggravation anymore.

And to be honest I can't say that I blame them.

- It's all I got Mr Mulley.

Without this, I've got nothing.

- I been meaning to sort out my properties

for awhile now.

Just had other priorities.

Being a landlord is not to everyone's taste,

running a pub, well it's hard work.

It's nothing that you ain't used to Jack.

It's a lovely five bedroom flat upstairs, rent free,

if you want it, it's yours.

- This is a lifeline Mr Mulley, thank you so much.

We'll take it.

- You're welcome Rita.

Jack

- Three,

and six.

- Charles thought you were Jack Bosby,

your bloke left a while ago.

New bloke said he'd never heard of you.

Sorry Jack.

- What do you want Billy?

- Came to visit you in hospital the first time,

wanting to make sure you was alright, you know,

in spite of everything,

I wouldn't be where I am without you.

Met your wife and she said something interesting.

Said we should stop acting like schoolboys.

Let's stop trying to hurt each other Jack.

It's

unbecoming.

Let's call a truce.

I've heard you might be opening a pub soon.

I think that's a good idea.

I'll put the word out on the street,

your place is a neutral zone.

I'll have a word with Albert and Frankie

and square it all off.

- Think you're the big boss now don't ya?

What do you want me to do in return?

- What you think?

- What is this stupid bloody thing you live by?

Honour amongst thieves, a code of silence,

well you're not a thief anymore,

you're not a gangster, you're a husband

and an unemployed father-to-be.

And those men are nothing more than pathetic bullies.

Pathetic bullies who beat up a defenceless

and pregnant woman and they tried to murder you.

Why would you ever want to protect them?

They're scum.

They hate you.

They don't deserve the respect you show them.

And they certainly won't be getting any from me.

- Can you identify the men who attacked you

and your husband Mrs Comer?

- Yes they're over there.

Order

Your disdain for human life,

and your constant disregard

for what makes these streets safe,

for the law-abiding citizen,

I sentence you both to seven years in jail.

- Megs, Megs, Megs

- Here we go.

Oi!

Fellas, stop it

Get off him, get off him.

- You gonna finish your drink Ron?

- I'll finish it afterwards Reg.

- Fair enough.

- These are the two blokes I was telling you about, Billy.

- Ronnie Kray.

- Reggie Kray.

- Good to meet you lads.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Hill.

We'd like to offer you our services.

Billy Hill was wise enough to know

when to call it a day.

He emigrated to Tangier Morocco with Gypsy,

where they ran the infamous Churchill's nightclub.

He died on the 1st of January, 1984, aged 72.

His fortune and reputation still intact.

Jack wasn't so lucky or smart.

He and Rita stayed together for 15 years

and had two children before breaking up.

Jack slowly retired from the criminal underworld,

and ended up working as a barman, fruit seller

an antique salesman amongst other things.

He died in poverty on the 12th of March, 1996, aged 83.

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