The Krays

Shall I tell you my dream?

I dreamt I was a beautiful white swan.

And I could fly anywhere, do anything.

I ate fish and pecked at things with my beak...

And I had this egg.

A beautiful egg, it was.

And there were noises coming from inside the shell.

And do you know what the noises were?

They were... now, listen carefully...

They were... children's voices.

And I looked after this egg.

I kept it warm and safe,

until one day...

There was a hatching sound.

Oh, my God! Mam!

- Push! - Push, Vi.

Push!

Come on, girl.

Ma-a-am!

Oh, God!

It's twins, Vi!

Renounce the Devil and all his works.

I christen you Ronald Kray.

I christen you Reginald Kray.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Morning, Fred. Anything for us?

Morning, Mr.s. Kray. Nothing for you today.

Who loves you, eh?

That's right, mummy loves you, you little monsters.

Mummy loves you more than anything.

More than all the cakes, more than all the jewellery,

more than all the chocolate in the world.

Hello, boys.

- Vi, Vi... - I know, I've seen.

- Miracles never cease. - Vi! Rose!

- We know. - It's about time.

Ooh, she's let herself go.

Vi! Rose! May! She's...

Cleanin' her doorstep!

Dirty cow!

I told her, you know?

She had toast between her teeth. Made me feel sick.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh! Now, come on, you two, mummy's trying to talk.

Mum, look!

Don't be frightened, darling. Mummy's here.

It's all right, my darling. It's all right.

Hot, aren't you?

Open your mouth, darling. Open your mouth for mummy.

There's a good boy.

There's a good boy.

Ain't you got any more blankets? It's bloody freezing in here.

I'll be taking him out of here in a wooden overcoat.

- Mr.s. Kray? - Goosebumps all over.

It's diphtheria, Mr.s. Kray.

I could've told you that days ago.

Arctic conditions are the cure now, are they?

- In the circumstances... - How old are you?

- Sorry? - How old?

24... nearly.

23 and three-quarters or something?

Look, Violet, this is bloody ridiculous.

May, get me his coat. I'm taking him home.

- You can't do that! - Sorry?

I don't think I quite heard you right.

For a moment I thought you said I can't take my own child home.

- It's against the rules. - Not my rules.

There's only one rule here and that's keeping my son alive.

You've done bugger all. I know what's best for him.

What do you know?

I can see straight through you like one of your bleedin' x-rays.

Ok mum, let me have him.

Here y'are, Ron. Come on, Ron.

There's a boy.

I'm taking him out of here and if you try to stop me...

Rose?

Don't tempt me, there's a good boy.

Because I will, you know? God help me, I will.

Come along.

Mum: Men, they know nothing. Never have done and never will do.

I know what Ron needs and it's not here.

Cheek, tryin' to stop you leaving!

He needs Reg. You're right, he needs Reg.

They don't know. All they've got is words.

Well, I've got words too.

Bollocks to the lot of you!

- Everyone all right? - Yeah, yeah.

You'll have to move now, then, won't you?

Reggie!

Take your fingers out of your dad's nose.

I've told you before, there's germs up there.

There's a million and one places to put your fingers,

without putting them up your dad's nose.

But he's asleep.

Good, so don't wake him. I don't want him under my feet as well.

Mind yourself, my darling.

Like the fairy story?

- Oh? What fairy story's that? - Dad's like snow white.

Asleep after he ate the apple from the witch.

The harmful poison.

Hmm... chance would be a fine thing.

- What are you doing now? - Kiss dad.

See if he wakes up.

Don't be disgusting. Nobody kisses your dad.

Look, why don't you two go and see your aunt Rose, eh?

She's got something for you.

What?

I don't know. Go and find out.

And don't make a nuisance of yourselves!

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

- I'm gonna cut you up! - You comin' in, boys?

Ok!

Aunt Rose! Aunt Rose!

- Mum said... - She said you've got something...

For us!

Calm down, you two.

Well, let's see, then, eh?

Ooh, yes. Ooh, yes.

What are they?

Monsters.

They're not monsters. Crocodiles.

They come from the jungle.

Some are really big, as big as this room.

Everything's afraid of 'em.

And when they're dead they make them into shoes and handbags.

Expensive things, they are.

What do they eat?

Men!

Oh, look at this. Where do all these scratches come from?

Is there lots of blood?

Ooh, yes. Lots.

I just hope she doesn't spoil them, that's all.

God knows, she hasn't got two brass farthings to rub together,

yet every time they go round there she gives them something.

No wonder they're round there so much.

I sometimes think I'm only here to cook their meals and wash their clothes.

She means well, Vi.

I know she means well, mum, but that's not the point.

It's all this love pouring out.

The twins are so lovely, Vi.

I know they are, May, I know, but...

Can't you just love someone and leave it at that?

Oh, I dunno...

Love's a funny thing.

Hmm...

Look at Charlie watching dad.

I sometimes think we forget all about Charlie.

He's as happy as a sand boy.

Come on in for a cuppa, dad! You'll catch your death of cold.

- In a minute. - Charlie...

You come in and put your jumper on if you're gonna stay out there.

Come on, we'll go in.

What's he training for anyway at his age? That's what I'd like to know.

Christ knows.

Wants to make his own coffin probably. Silly old fool.

Mam, that's wicked.

Wicked but true.

Men are born children and they stay children.

They scream and shout and boss people around, like your father.

And they think they're in control, but they don't know the half of it.

Not half.

This was your great-grandmother's table.

Lovely wood, walnut.

We had a dream last night.

We had the same dream.

Tell me the dream.

Dreamt we were standing in the street

and suddenly we started to rise up.

To fly.

We didn't have wings or anything, but we flew.

You were watching us and we keep flying up and up.

We can't stop.

Just up to the sun.

That's Charlie Kray's place on the end, innit?

Oh, thanks, mate.

- Come on, boys. - What?

No arguments, come on!

Right, Charlie Kray, I've got you at last.

- Get inside. Warn your mum. - Ok.

I'll keep the nosy old bastard talking.

Excuse me.

- Wake! - Quick!

- Up. - Copper. Cellar.

Having trouble?

- Mind your own. - Yeah, shove off.

Just doing my duty. Don't pester me, Rosie, there's a good girl.

Bloody "good girl". Who do you think you're talking to?

Hey! Let go!

Jesus! What a mess. May?

- A broom. - And a mop and bucket.

- A woman's work's never done, constable. - Bloody mess.

Agh!

What's all this palaver?

That is a lethal weapon, that is.

Housework is a lethal business, constable.

I'm looking for your husband, Violet.

When you find him, let me know.

I've got three hungry mouths here need feeding.

Yeah.

Where is he, then, eh? Eh?

Yeah.