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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.

- Morning, Albie.
- Morning, son.

What's that, tea for two?
Hi, Albie.

Hello, boys.

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

Yeah? No?

What's this?
The old Dagenham Anglia?

Nought 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, Kray?

All right, I will.
I will.

I wouldn't
wanna keep you, you know,
what with all them, you know,

rapists and murderers
you gotta lock away, eh,
Nipper?

Where do you
take a turd in there?

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

All right, then, have
a lovely day. Cheer up.
It's nearly Christmas.

Sorry about that.

Where's me driver?
Where's Frank?

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

He what?
He ain't here.
He ain't showed up.

His heart ain't in it.
Oh, right. Okay.

Well, let's go get him
then, shall we?

Where is he,
on Ormsby Street, yeah?

Yeah. Come, jump in.
I'll give you a lift.

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

Don't forget this lot.
They're very important.

I won't.

Come on!

I shall walk incredibly slowly.

You all right, Vera?
Hello, Reg.

How you doing?
You good?
Yeah.

Lovely.

Rita.

I was gonna
knock on your door.

Me mum said you
left that in the kitchen.

I did.
Is that yours?

It is.
Thanks ever so much.
Not a problem. You're welcome.

Thanks, Reg.
Wasn't that sweet?

East Enders.

They won't talk
to a policeman,

but they'll
kiss a gangster.

Eh?

They're filthy,
cockney bastards.

All right.

How about we clean
your car for you?

You get the bumper
and I'll get the lights.

Frank about?

Frank!

Who are you?

I'm Frances.
Frank's sister.

Hang about,
I recognize you, actually.
I recognize you.

Y-You was a little bit
younger then.

You've all grown up,
ain't ya?

It happens.

What you got there?
A sweet.

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

Mind if I have a crack?

All right.

Thank you.

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

You're not supposed
to chew it.

No?

How else am I supposed to
get to the sherbety bit?

By being patient.

Nah.

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

Half a minute, Reg.

Right down.

Is he in trouble?
Yeah, he is.

Will you go out with me?

I'll go easy on him
if you do.

All right.
But 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, Frances?
Get back in the kitchen.
Finish them dishes.

Hey.
This is yours.

Thank you.

♪ Ah, yeah ♪

Oversleep again, Frank,
right, and it's back to
the cheese shop,

or the, uh-- the fish shop
or whatever shop it was
you come from.

Print.

Print shop.

Oh, yeah?

It'll be back to
the fucking shit shop.
You understand?

Yeah.

What does your sister do?

Oh, she goes to one of those,
uh, Pitman colleges.

You know, typing, shorthand.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You know, she's got
a bit of class, mate.
She's very elegant.

Where you been hiding her?

She's been away.

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

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

Right.

Stop here, Frank.

I said get in!

Five minutes.

Won't be long.

How long do you reckon it'll
take for them to twig, Albie?

Little bit of cat and mouse.

Nipper Read was the copper
on the Krays' case.

And he made his presence known.

Fuck.

He was heavy-footed
as they say.

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

The whole time
I'm thinking, you know...

give Ron Kray your sausage.

Give... Ron...

your fucking sausage.

You know?

I was drilling my eyes
into the back of his head.

Till I'm-- I'm not even
thinking it anymore.

I'm not--
I'm not even thinking.

I'm broadcasting it.

Until he turns around,
and you know what he says?
He says,

"Hey, Ron, do you
fancy my sausage? I've got--
I've got no appetite for it."

Interesting.

When my future brother-in-law
said "Interesting--"

Ain't it?

it meant he had no fucking
idea what he, or you,

or anyone else
was talking about.

Fascinating, Ron.

Fascinating.

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 mental hospital.

What was wanting was
a friendly psychiatrist.
What's that?

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 he may
not be inclined

to provide a favorable
evaluation of my employer.

And who's your employer?

Ronnie Kray.

Is there hope,
Doctor?

Excuse me a moment.

Take your time.

Ronald Kray 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.

A lifetime's integrity
down the toilet.

The queen would survive,
but God save the rest of us.

Mr. Kray?

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Yeah, I know what I'm doing.
I'm going back to London.

Gonna take the-- take the car--
Your brother 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.

Well, we all like a nice little
compliment now and again,
don't we?

Your brother is arbitrary,
violent and psychopathic.
Right.

Probably
paranoid schizophrenic.

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

It's called Stemetil.

You need to give it to
your brother twice a day

or there's going to be
serious trouble.

Hey, Frances! Car's outside!

♪ You ♪

♪ Don't have to tell me ♪

Oh. You've got glamour,
Frances.

You're like
an East End starlet.

East End harlot's
more like it.

They're trousers, Mum.
She doesn't look like a harlot.

What she's wearing
doesn't matter.

When people see her with
Reggie Kray, 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 gonna kiss him.

Do you hear me?

♪ La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la ♪

Hello.
Hello.

♪ No, you ♪
You look lovely.

Well, so do you.
♪ Don't have to tell me ♪

♪ He's in town ♪
♪ He's in town ♪

♪ He's back in town ♪
♪ He's in town ♪

- ♪ He's in town ♪
- Hello.

This is Big Pat.
Hello, Big Pat.
Reggie.

How you doing?
You all right, mate?

Miss. 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.
Thank you.

Oh, hello,
here's trouble.
Hold the phone.

Hey, you.
How you doing, big man?

Hey, boss.
You all right?

You well?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

You're behaving yourself?
Always.
I'm a teddy bear, me.

Yeah, go easy.
If he gives you any trouble,
come and speak to me.

Come on.
You all right, ma'am?

Yeah, I'm good.
She's good.

- Hello, Reg.
- Hello.

Hello.
Hey.

Mr. Kray.
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 10 times.
I never knew it was yours.

Well, you can get away with
a lot in life if you, uh,
keep your mouth shut.

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

Hello, Teddy. How you doing?
Good to see you. Are you good?

How's the family?
Excellent.

What?

Those men
look frightening.

Nah, nah. They're
just East End boxers.
They're lovely.

I let them drink in here
for free, you know.

Reggie,
that's Joan Collins.

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

Really?
Yeah, she comes in here
quite a bit actually.

She loves it.
And, uh, that's my formula.

What I like to do is I like
to mix celebrities with a few,
just a few East End villains.

You know, the punters,
they love it. It's really
good for business.

Would you like a seat?

Excuse me, Reg.
Have you, uh,
got a moment?

No, I don't actually.
I'm busy. All right?

No, it's important, Reg.
And this is important
as well, so--

Reg.
All right.

Uh, Frances, would you
mind if I, um--

if I take care
of some business
just for a moment?

No, of course not.
Okay. Excuse me.
Be back in a minute.

Sit with her. Go on.
What is it?
It's back here.

What?
Hello, Reg.

I'm a firm believer
in the fact, if you don't know--
It's Jack.

- you don't fucking know.
- Right.

You know what I mean?
Reggie.

How are you, Reg?

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

What's the palaver?
Sit down, Reg.

Sit down, please.
All right.

You had a question about
the take on the purple-heart
business.

The pill game.
Yeah. 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--

Thing is, under normal
circumstances, my accounts--

Are you gonna take
all fucking night, mate?
'Cause 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
on the side.
Yeah, there's a surprise.

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?

It's important.
It's important
business, Reg.

It's important, is it?
Yeah?

Yeah, you should
know about this.

Right, all right,
let's deal with this business.

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

Do you understand?
I was gonna 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, Jack.

Oh, thanks.
Thanks for coming in.

Here you go, mate.

Good?

You fucking little thieving
cunt. You understand?
Get him a tissue.

I heard me, yeah?

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

Get him out of here.
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.
Wanker.

Oh, hey, listen,
there's something else.
No, there isn't something else.

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

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

I see it.
I'm entertaining.
All right?

So I'm gonna 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 heard, um-- Your brother,
he was telling me that you, uh--
you're going to college.

Right. To-To study
to be a secretary.
Is that right?

Yeah. Anything to get out
of the East End.

Well, what's so bad
with the East End?

I've just got bigger dreams
than pushing a pram or
haggling with the butcher.

I don't quite know
what they are yet.

Well, the East End's
not that bad.

The center of the earth
can 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've been a boxer,
you know,

but then, you know--
I know me.

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

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

This way, at least
I know who I am, you know.

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

I don't owe the world anything.

So long as the world
agrees with you.

I think the world
will be all right.

We shall 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...
Hey, Ronnie.

I do not--
Ronnie, come on out.
You got visitors, mate.

Watch your step.
It's a bit wet. Whoa.

Here.
You all right?
Mm-hmm.

You must be Frances.

Hello.

Yeah?
Hello, Frances.

Hello.
Welcome to the family.

What, it is a bit premature
that, is it?

Uh, you don't have a beer
that I could have,
do you, Ron?

Yeah, course I do.
Help yourself.
All right.

Don't mind if I
have a beer, do you?

I'll let you
get to know each other.

You want a cup of tea?
I just put the kettle on.

Take a seat.
Go on.

Sit down anywhere you like.

Yeah, needs 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.

You think that he's beautiful
and I've got a face like
a gorilla's ass.

No. No, I wouldn't say that.
It's all right.
Don't worry about it.

- I'm used to it.
- Stop doing your hair, right?

Get me stuff out the car.
Do something fucking useful.

Yeah, yeah, go on.
Go on.

I'm homosexual, Frances.

I-- Well, you know, I-I am
a, uh-- I'm a giver, right?
I'm not a receiver.

It is a difference.
I'm not a faggot.

But I do believe that,
you know, you should not
hide what you are.

You shouldn't hide what you are,
'cause it'll make you very,
very sad, you know.

It'll make you very sad.
It'll make you very unwell.

I agree completely.
Mm.

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

The Krays' main rivals were
the Richardsons of South
London.

They were called
the "Torture Gang."

For the benefit of the jury,

on whose behalf
were you operating
on this side of the river?

Come on, Charlie,
please, I'm begging--
No, no, no, no, no.

You do business with the court
as an entity.
Therefore, address the court.

What?
What?

Your Honor!
Fuck!

You say "Your Honor."
By saying "Your Honor,"

you gain
the court's attention

and open up a channel of
communication, a conduit.

So, we'll try again.

For the benefit
of the jury,

on whose behalf
were you working on
this side of the river?

Please, Charlie,
I'm fucking begging you!
Order!

I don't know
what you're on about!
Order in this my court!

Ohh! Fuck!

You're in 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 up your 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 about.
Say the name. Say it!

Fuck.

- Buzz him.
- Uh, objection, Your Honor.

My client is
an upstanding citizen.

Objection overruled
on the grounds
it's boring.

- Oh, well, fuck it.
- Aaah! You fuckers!

Say it.
Fuckers!

Say the Krays, you daft cunt!

No! No.
No leading the witness, Eddie.

Fuck off!

Alexander might have been great,
but he wasn't a Greek.

No?

No, he's a Macedonian.

But he loved them though,
Aristotle and that lot.

He was deeply impressed by them
flash Hellenistic cunts.

Kristos, get us some more
of that awful retsina.

Fucking hell!

Charlie, we've got to
fucking sort this.

You're absolutely right.
Kristos, where's my retsina?

The Richardsons sent George
Cornell to call for a truce.

All they were saying
was give peace a chance.

Fucking Frank will win.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck?

Are you wearing
your bravery jacket?

We're here to parley.

I will fucking
map you up, Southie.

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

Things have got out of hand.
Charlie wants to meet.

Pig and Whistle.
Neutral ground.

Just him, you two
and Eddie.

Yeah? And how do we know
that we're gonna be safe?

Well, that's a little thing
called trust, ain't it?

Trust, yeah?
You always got one bloke harping
on about trust, don't you?

But then you look over
your 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 ass.

Well, you wouldn't
mind that...

you fat poof.

Whoa, no. No, no,
no, no, no, no.

Right, you,
get him out of here.
Go on, fuck off.

- One hour
and we'll be with you.
- That's it. Bye-bye.

Fuck off, George.
There's the door, go on.

Bye-bye.
Take that dead fox
with you. Go on.

Get out, you prick.
What a fucking liberty.

Big Charlie, please,
can I have another egg?

I've-- I've eaten this one.

I don't like it,
Reggie.

Ah, it's all right.
I know them.
I know the pub.

We'll be all right.

Mate, you got to clean
that fucking toilet, mate.
It stinks.

Mate, I paid a girl to do it.
It's not my fault if she don't.
What are you having to drink?

Forget it.
They just walked in.

All right, mate. Can I get
two Guinnesses, please?
Yeah, hang on a second.

Just gotta go down
and change the barrel.

Reg. Ron.

The Richardsons were
unexpectedly engaged, so
we're going to look after you.

Oh, it's all right. Um,
the landlord's gone to change
the barrel for me. Thanks.

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

- 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 Cradock?
What are you gonna do with that?
Gonna bake me a cake?

Gonna sing me a song?
Watch me blow out
me fucking candles?

I come here for a fucking
shootout, right?

A proper shootout
with some proper men.

Like Colonel Custer
and Geronimo.

Have you ever
heard of 'em? No.

You were too busy
in your pinny baking fucking
fairy cakes, weren't you?

Reg, this lot are
fucking nonces to a man.

They're fucking nonces.
Get out of me 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 my time.

Fucking waste of my 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.
All right, listen.

When you see him next,
you tell him from me, yeah,

that I say
fuck Charlie, right?

And 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?

Do you like that? Mm?

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

What, you think
you can manage it?

Ah, it's more
for me pride, really,
to be honest.

I warn you, I'm not
gonna fight fair though.

So I brought these.

All right?

Now before we start,
I got a little joke for you.

You'll love this one.

Paranoid schizophrenic,
he walks into a bar--

Yeah!

You fucking--

You fucking cunt!

Ooh.

They never stood a chance
against my beautiful Reggie.

Gang war seemed certain.
Fucking hell, Ron.

But on the day
of the World Cup Final,

Scotland Yard
had its say as well.

There's Ball
running himself daft.

And now Hurst.
Can he do it? Yes!

Goal!

Get in there, you cunts!

All right,
stay right where you are!

Oh, come on, boys.
Not today.
The linesman says n!

What do you mean, no goal?
Oh, what? Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Wait!

- Yeah, it's a goal!
- It's a goal!

It's a fucking goal!
It's a goal!

♪ Woke up this morning
feelin' fine ♪

♪ There's something special
on my mind ♪

Charlie Richardson was
sentenced to 25 years

for fraud, extortion
and assault.

London was an open city
and the Krays moved in.

♪ Something tells me
I'm into something good ♪

♪ Something tells me
I'm into something good ♪

♪ She's the kind of girl
who's not too shy ♪

♪ Glad you could come,
Mr. De Faye.

Mr. Payne.

I'm not often intrigued,
but your message,

it intrigued.
Hmm.

Sit down.

These are the Kray twins--

Ronald and Reginald.

Yes, I've, um...
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 contracts 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,
violence 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 is moving in.

Meyer Lansky has already
made inquiries.

Meyer Lansky?
Yeah.

What,
as in the Meyer Lansky?

Meyer Lansky.

What, are the Americans gonna
try and muscle in on us?

No, they don't work that way.
They don't want a war, Ron.
They're businessmen.

Well, maybe
I want a war with them.

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

Because they will colonize
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.

Payne.
What?

You say "our" a lot.
All right?

You say "our"
and you also say "we" a lot.

Do I?

My question is,
is your last name Kray?

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, that
we meet these mafioso scum
at London Airport, right?

We pick them up,
we chop them up,

put them in their fucking
luggage and send them
straight home, mate.

That's a 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. Lansky
lacks the ability to, uh,

ensure the physical security
of his property

from both outside muscle
and the cops.

He thinks the Kray family
could help.

London is going to be
the Las Vegas of Europe.

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

Uh, no, I mean, look,
we can do your security, right,
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
is trying to say--

I 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 sends 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 of.

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.

It's a hundred grand.

Could you guys
handle that?

Yeah, we can handle it.

Really? Good.

Boys who jacked it
get 20%.

We split the rest 60-40.

This works out, Reggie,

I got a two million dollar
backlog of those scharoles.

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 could make a deal.

Yeah.
Now this feels right.

Listen, uh, you come
to Philadelphia anytime,

you see what you want,
any size, any shape, right,
we'll get it for you.

A nice Italian girl.
A little 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 had a 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 castagnas on you.

You know what I say to that?
Bravo! Alla salute!
Come on. Salute!

Huh? Am I right, fellas?
Salute!

- Cheers, mate.
- What fucking balls!
Salute!

Cheers, mate.
Cheers.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Marrone.

Cheers, mate.

- You don't understand!
- He's not what you think he is!

- All right?
- Oh, right!

He's really sweet, and
it's exciting being with him.
He's dangerous!

He's a murderer!
Just because
you have a boring life

doesn't mean
I have to as well!

The reason I have
a boring life is because
I gave up my life for you!

Oh, Frankie,
you take my breath away.

Well, you can have mine.

You're a joker.
Go on, get in the car.

♪ Look around you ♪

♪ Look down the block
from you ♪
Come on. Hurry up.

♪ 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
of 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.

Come and dance with me.
Yeah?

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.

Hold all bets, please.

Ron was the odd man out.

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

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

As soon as you turn
your fucking back,

life, it just plays dirty
tricks on you, you know.

♪ Don't let them
show you now ♪

♪ Really didn't wanna cry ♪

♪ Oh, but lately ♪

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.

♪ Are you sure ♪

♪ This is where
you wanna be? ♪

♪ Are you sure ♪

♪ This is where
you wanna be? ♪

All right.

All right.

Mm-hmm.

See you in a bit.

See you later, Reg.
Ta, Reg.

Oh.

Hey.

You look after your sister
while I'm away.

I will, Reg.
Yeah?

Yeah.

Good lad.

Move it, Kray.

Stop on the line.

You're nothing in here.
Nothing!

Fuck him up.
Fuck him up.

- Leave him alone, Gibbsy!
- Bury him, Reggie!

Shut up, all of ya!

Go on, Reg!

Don't let him do ya
like that, son!

Ain't so tough now,
are you? Eh?

Give the fuckers some back,
the screws!

You're nothing in here.

No, please.
Nothing.

Please, no more, governor!
Please.
Please, please, please.

No more. Please.
That's more like it,
Reggie.

"Please." Eh?

Eh? A bit of respect.

Doesn't hurt, does it? Eh?

No more.

I have shit bigger turds.

Please, water.

What, you want some water?
Look at that, gents,
he's only begging for water.

Fuck off, Gibbsy!
What do you make of it now, eh,
your famous Reggie fucking Kray?

Fuck you!
Begging for fucking water.

What has he come to?

Here you are, Reg.

Now don't spill it.

'Cause you've had a little
tumble, haven't you? Eh?

Here it is.
Please.

Good boy.

Can I have water?
Here he is, look.
Look at this.

Reggie Kray,
begging for fucking water.

- Reggie! Reggie! Reggie!
- Reggie! Reggie!

Reggie! Reggie! Reggie! Reggie!

Hello, Frances.

Hello, Ron.

I saw Reg today.
He sends his best.

He says it's probably best that
you don't go and visit him
just yet, all right?

- Did he say why?
- Nah, didn't mention it.

Do you know
it is possible, right,

for a person to become a ghost
while they're still alive.

You think so?

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

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, look. Listen--

No what?
No, 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 that 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.

Here you go again with
your £50,000 to go to Nigeria.
Yes!

No, 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 Enugu! Right?

You don't know everything,
do you, Payne?

Did you know that
"enugu" is the African word
for "utopia"?

No.
No, you did not.

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 you, Ron.

I will smile for you if you
tell me where I can get £50,000!

I'm telling ya!
I'm fucking telling ya!
Just pull it out of the casino!

I cannot pull it out
of the casino!
I want you to pull it out,

you cunt.

Do not meddle with a foolproof
way of making the money!

I am not
a fucking banker! Right?

I am not a fucking banker!

Great! Genius!
Am I?

Look at that.
That has made it all
the more I 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,
all right?

He's fucking gone,
ain't he?

So you work for me--
Ron Kray!

- So you will trot along
down to the fucking bank--
- Right.

and you will fetch me
my £50,000.

I'll go to the bank
and have a little talk to 'em,
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, all right?

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

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

What happened?

What are you doin' here?

Didn't Ronnie
tell you not to come?

I missed you.

Look.

Frankie, I don't want you
to come and see me like this.
Do you understand?

Who did it?
What?

Your face.

Was it one of
the other prisoners?
No, no.

It was one of the guards,
all right?

Have you reported them?
No.

But you know what?
When I get out,

I'm thinking like I might
roll down to the old
Houses of Parliament,

have a word
with the prime minister,
'cause he will listen, he will.

Frankie, this is prison, okay?
It-- That's what it is.

It's the law of the jungle
in here.

But don't worry about it,
because I'm a big boy.

I can look after meself,
and I'll be out very soon.
All right?

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

With the big hat.
There's a very good reason
why we all call him "handbag."

All right?

I don't want
a life like this.

Just waiting
while you're in prison.
I know. I know. All right.

Frankie,
it won't happen again.

How can you be sure?
Because I know.

Because I promise you
it won't happen again.

All right?

I know how
you can be sure.

Go on.

You could go straight.

Be a casino owner,
a club owner.
You enjoy it.

Just forget
everything else.

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

You know,
just-just go straight.

Babe, you know,
life isn't always the way
we want it to be, you know.

Life has other plans.
It-It's the way it is.
It's life.

I love you.

I love you.

I never loved anybody before,
but I love you, Reggie.

And I love you too.

You think
it can protect people?

What?

Love.

♪ I like him.

Yeah, he got something
about him, ain't he?

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.

You 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 what I'm gonna do.
Hey, yeah?

Fucking cheeky bugger,
you little tiger.

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

Kill it!

Oh, fucking hell.

Right.

Hello. Hello?

Yes, Ron. Hello.

Do you know
when I plan to die?

When, Ron?

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 title.

And how many titles
could you claim?

Eh? Superficialité. Hmm?

Oh, yeah. Dripping in
your synthetic opulence.

Ha. It's disgusting.

Really is. Yeah.

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

You may all be aware
that there are three
magic C's, right,

in the word "carpaccio," yeah?

But how many C's...

are in the word "cunt"?

Just you.

You're free.

What are you doing
throwing stones
at the window?

Oh, they're-they're not stones.
These are, uh--
These are lemon sherbets.

Here you go.

Oh, well played.

Why don't you
ring the bell?

Well, your mum.

I'm mean--
I'm not being funny here,

but the thought of your mum
answering that door
is a bit shocking, so--

I thought she'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.

What, you want me
to deliver it?

I ain't going
through that door.

All right.

You cheeky bugger.

Be careful.

A bit late now, isn't it?
Right.

Your flowers.
Thank you.

Uh, and...

your Christmas present.

Sorry it's late.

Go on, open it.

Frances Shea,
will you marry me?

We'll live free
and aboveboard?

On my honor.

Yes, Reggie Kray,
I will marry you.

Mm.

Is that one of mine?

Cheeky.

That's it.

Come on, show us
your fucking hoochie.

Give us a fucking look.

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, Les?

I'm struggling, but I think
he's saying something about
gobbles or no balls.

That's very strange.

He ain't happy.
You'll see.

Nice, isn't it?

Oh, he looks lovely, Ron.
Yeah.

Hey, he's put on a little bit
of timber, ain't he?

He's going to be very,
very upset.

Did I miss something?

Is this not--
This is Friday night, right?

Well, I tried to tell you.

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

It's Ron, 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 another thing.
This place will crash when
we get our tax bill next week.

What's he saying?
Wh-What's he saying?

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

Let's go.

All right, this is
tomorrow's business.
Do you understand?

That was very rude.

Hey, where you going?

It's fucking criminal, mate!

Criminal.

Hey!
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.

What you doing, 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 all about?

Is that how it is?
Hello, Ron. Cheers, mate.
Fuck you!

What are you shouting at me for?
'Cause you, right-- you had
the world on a string, yeah,

but you couldn't
hold it together,
so you fucked it up!

- I-I-- Listen,
you was away, all right?
- I was in prison, Ron!

I had to make do
with what I had.

You going Ron or Reg?

Score?
Mm-hmm.

Reginald.
He'll 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, please.

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

Yeah, he's-- Actually, he's got
this, thank you very much.
He's a big boy.

We're talking about earning
a living, you know.

We are 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, Ron Kray,

your miserable life
will swallow you whole.

Yeah, well, you should
know all about that,
shouldn't you, love?

Because, you know,
I have heard all the stories.
They're not good.

Your mum did palm us off with
the damaged goods, didn't she?

You're very, very damaged,
aren't ya?

All right,
just get in the car.

Don't you ever speak
to Frances like that again.
That's right, Frances.

Blood is thicker than water,
you know. And I've been with
Reggie since the womb.

Ron, shut up.
I want you to apologize
to Frances right now.

Right.
All right.

Right. All right.

Frances.

I'm sorry, all right? Yes.

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

A bit like you, really,
isn't it?

There's fuck-all in it,
apart from my brother's cock.

Is he all right?

You, all right,
are a fucking disgrace,
mate.

You hit me.

Yeah.

No!

- No! No!
- Stop! Ron!

No! No!

No! No!
I fucking did,
you fucking cunt!

- Fucking cunt!
- Fuck!

- Fuck's sake!
- Not the bottle.

Not the bottle.

No! Not the balls!

My fucking nuts!
Wanker!

Sweetheart, please leave.

Biting! Biting cunt!

Give me that.

What the fuck?

Never mess with
a man's jewels, mate.
What the fuck?

What are you doin'?
No, Ron. No, no.

No, that's a bottle, Ron.
That bottle--

That's enough!

Pack it in!
That's enough!

I'm gonna split them up.
They're fucking
killing each other.

It's family now.

Stay back.
Get out of the fucking way.

Put it down!

It's gone too far!

Now, I told you!
Fucking hell.

Come on, that's enough.

No.

No.

Enough, Reg, mate.
Ohh.

- You just don't understand me.
- Fuck.

You don't understand me.

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

I wanted to just, you know--

There's no point in
f-fucking explaining it to you.

You know,
it's fucking hopeless.

Come on, help me up.

Just help me up.
That really fucking hurt.

What did you hit me
with, anyway? A bottle?
What are you doing?

For fuck's sake, Ron.

Reggie, what I'm trying to
tell you is very simple, right?

Listen.

I am very, very,

very fragile myself.

All right?
Yeah, fragile.
I've got it.

Very fragile.
I've got it.

All right,
come on now.
Fuck's sake.

I'm not myself, am I?

I mean, this isn't--
this isn't me, is it?

This isn't us.
None of this is us, is it?

I'm very sorry.
It's okay.

Are you done?

Has she gone?

Yes, she's gone, mate.
She's a keeper.

She is. Thank you.
Thanks.

Yeah.

There she is.
Yeah, I got her.

All right, stop here.

That girl's gonna be
the death of me.

Mind how you go.

Frankie. Frank.

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

I don't care
if you forget me.

Oh, 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, Frances, please.
Can't we just start again?

Right from the-- from the
beginning, you know, right?

We can get rid of everything
that's 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?

Well, I mean,
he's not exactly
a bad bit, either.

He was awful to me yesterday.
Yeah. Yeah, he was.

But, you know,
that-that's Ron.

If he doesn't take his tablets,
he is-- he's like that.
He's a nightmare.

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

He loves you to bits.
He thinks the world of you.

Honestly, when you left,
he was in pieces.

He was like,
"Where's she gone?"
And I said, "She's left."

And, you know, "Well,
you better get after her
'cause she's a keeper."

And you, you know,
you are a keeper.
So, he's right.

He said, "Tell her I'm--
I'm very sorry."

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

But, you know, that--
that's what happens sometimes.

Families are stupid,
aren't they?

You know, they fight,
you know, they make up.

And ultimately, you know,
they stick together
'cause they love each other.

It's what they do.

And don't tell me about
forgetting you, all right?

'Cause that ain't
happening either.

I spent the last six months
thinking about nothing but you.

So I get out
and the club's--
All right. All right.

I'm sorry.
It's all right.

It was tie
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?

I take it you like ice
and 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?

Enugu, 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.

Do call me later, Tom.

Harry, all alone?

There's no need to be.
Plenty of fruit
in the tree.

Tom, you're not in
the House of Commons tonight?

Yeah.

Fucking look at me,
you cunt.

Yeah?

Don't fucking
look at him now.

Fucking look at me.

But he's a jackanapes!

Good Lord,
that's Bob Boothby.

Yes, Prime Minister, sir.

At an orgy.

The Tories are gonna have
trouble explaining this.

Here, sir.

Is that Tom Driberg?
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?
Cazenove 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 bit.
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, we're tracking
fraud, protection rackets,

and the American Mafia
might also be involved.

London's bottom
had reached her top.

Scandal loomed.

The elections
are in 10 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--
Is it a Daimler?

It's 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.
Not get you anything
for Christmas?

All right, well,
just surprise me, then.
I'll get you a sack of coal.

I'll get you
a sock full of coal,
you lucky thing.

Well, what about that?

What about it?

For Christmas.

For me?

That's gonna be my club.

Is it?
Yeah.

In the West End,
it's a touch of class.

That's our ticket
out of here.

It's snowing.

Yeah.

Gone.

What did I want for Christmas?

My Reggie,
free and aboveboard.

But Ron wanted his Reggie
back as well.

He longed for his gangster twi.

And Reggie,
he chose a hideaway instead.

The owner was Hew 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 Mad Teddy round
to kill the deal.

Listen, gentlemen,
I have spoken with Reggie.
I'm sorry.

I-I can't look at you, darling.
I'm gonna get lost in your eyes.

I've got a deal with Reggie.
He came here--
It tastes shit.

You've got
a lovely mouth.
I signed a contract.

I have an arrangement
with Reggie. Ask him.

Crap.
Gentlemen, please.

Please, I have customers.
Out of the way.

That's it. Come on.
Please.
I have customers here!

Gentlemen, please.
I've spoken to Reggie.

We don't work for Reggie.

We work for Ronnie.
Uh, uh, uh!

Ron almost got what he wanted.

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

Reggie and Ron were
both charged with extortion.

Frankie, I'm telling you,
the police stitched me up,
right?

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!

I'm sorry, I'm not--
I don't mean to swear at you,
all right? I just--

Listen, I really
want you to marry me.

Please.

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

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

Why would you say that?
Hey, don't--

Frankie, don't--

Strangely, it was Lord Boothby
who saved the day.

His walk on the wild side
had not gone unnoticed.

I, uh--
I found the photo.

It's been forwarded
to the proper places.

Say "Enugu."

Enugu.
Enugu.

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

along with a 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 once.

I don't care about
the truth, Harold.

Except that
the greater 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 Krays' defense
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 Krays the untouchables
of London crime.

New information casts poor light
on the prosecution witness,
Mr. McCowan.

Case dismissed.

That nigh,
the Krays held their
celebration
party at McCowan's club.

Reggie had bought
the Hide-A-Way
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 ♪

♪ Make the world,
make it go away ♪

♪ Make the world go away ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ Get it off of my shoulder ♪

♪ Say the things
you used to say ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh
Now darlin' ♪

♪ Make the world ♪

♪ Go away ♪

Thank you.

Whoo!

So why are you here, then?

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.
Yeah.

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, didn't it?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You know, the difference
between us, right?

Apart from, you know,
the obvious?

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

And you--
Well, you work for them.

Hey.

Sir, I can explain.
This is Scotland Yard.

And this investigation
will end at once.

But there's so much more
that we can get them on.

Your investigation into
the Krays will end at once!

♪ Goin' to the chapel

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Goin' to the chapel ♪

We're lucky
with the weather.
Yes!

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Gee, I really love you ♪

♪ And we're gonna get married ♪

♪ Goin' to the chapel of love ♪

- All right, all right.
- She's wearing black, mate.

Yeah, I know, I know.
She's read it wrong, hasn't she?

She thought it was
a fucking funeral.

Wearing black,
that fucking bitch.
I know. Listen, don't--

Don't drive
yourself mad.

Wait till you see the daughter.
She looks unbelievable
in white.

What do you see in her?

Well, I see--
I see meself, you know,
I see, uh--

I see what I could be.
You know?

If I wasn't so scared.
You're not afraid
of anything.

Yeah.

Yeah, well,
only meself, you know.

And you.
Yeah.

What is she doing?

Well, you know what she's
gonna be saying, okay?

So just take it easy.
Deep breaths.

Why are you not inside yet?

Are you absolutely sure you
want to go through with this?

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

I love him.
Love.

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.

And who are you
to refuse that?

I'm your mother.

Hey.

East End starlet, Frances.
That's you.

Thank you.

Oh, Ron.
L-Look at her, mate.

She looks beautiful.

Enjoy yourself.

Gracious God,
accept our prayers
for Frances and Reginald,

that they may reap
the harvest of the Spirit

and reflect your glory
through Christ Jesus,
our Lord.

Amen.
Amen.

♪ Love divine ♪

♪ All loves excelling ♪

♪ Joy of heaven ♪

- ♪ To earth come down ♪
- Fucking sing!

♪ Fix in us ♪

♪ Thy humble dwelling ♪

♪ All thy faithful ♪

We honeymooned in Greece.

The Parthenon had stood
for 2,400 years.

Reggie's promise to go straight
lasted two weeks.

The Two Aces,
the New Mill,

the Gigi Club,

and let's not forget
Ronnie Scott's.

And this is the bearer bonds
cashed in Hamburg.

That's a lot of money.

Kettle's on the boil.

It's tea.
Oh, lovely.

We started out near Marble Arch
in West London.

But we both missed the East En.

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

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

- Not very clever.
- Rattle the monkey.

- Rattle it, monkey boy!
- Ron's parties would keep me
awake at night,

and clubland kept Reggie out
until all hours.

He enjoyed being a gangster,
after all.

Now we heard that you was,
uh-- you were down the Regency
the other night.

Waving a shotgun.

Those bastard Barry brothers
blocked me from coming in.

They said I was drunk.
I mean--

- You were.
- You was as drunk as a skunk.

Waving a shotgun.

No.

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

So no more of your
messing around down there.

I spiced the evening up
for people.

Spiced it up.
Here you go.

You're not gonna do that
anymore, are you?

No, sir.
Good lad.

Oh, bollocks.

Go on, get up, Jack.
Fuck off.

This is so kind of you.
Treat, isn't it?

Lovely, yeah.

Oh, hello.

Oh. Uh--

Is that okay?
No, no.

No, Frances, that won't--
that won't do.

Um--

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

All right.

♪ Hold me, kiss me ♪
She can't even make
a decent cup of tea.

Yeah, poor Reggie, eh?

It was a good effort.

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

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

No.

Oh, well.
Poor Reggie.

Right, I shall, uh--
I shall flush that.

- I left without saying good-bye.
- A sad victory.

I'd never be good enough
for their Reggie.

He was Nipper's Reggie
as well.

Read 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 sometime,
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.

♪ Forever ♪

Don't go too fast.

We're not going anywhere
like too fast.

We're on the grass.
All right.

Almost there.
All right.

Bit more.
Okay.

Okay.
You ready?
Yes.

Ready, ready?
Yes.

Oh, my God.

Do you like it?
Yes!

What?
What kind is it?
What's it called?

It's a-- It's a Triumph.
It's a Spitfire,
a Triumph Spitfire.

Can I get in?
Yeah, of course you can.
It's yours. Happy birthday.

- There you are.
Happy birthday, Frances.
- Thank you.

Will you teach me
how to drive?
Uh--

I can.
Now?

Oh, not today.

Why not?
Uh, I-- Oh, I just--
I can't. Not today.

But I can tomorrow.

All right.
Sorry.

♪ Maybe it's because
I'm a Londoner ♪

- ♪ That I love London town ♪
- ♪ That I love London so ♪

♪ Kray.

Kray!
Kray!

Cheers.
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 Woolworth's.

Mm.
Woolworth's.
Yeah.

That's, uh,
that's very interesting.

All I'm saying is,
Kray is a brand.

And an established reputation
needs less maintenance,
less violence.

You know, people fall
naturally into line.

Clubs are asking
for our protection
before we even offer it.

Yeah. That's true,
actually, they are.
Yes.

I suppose that would leave us
with less straightening out
to do.

Mm-hmm.
Exactly.
Exactly, that's right.

Yeah.
Makes sense.

See, but I-I-I
happen to like--

I like straightening out,
you know, once in a while.

Obliging someone
in the old cobbles.

What's wrong with that?

I just think you could
do better, Ron.

You know--
All right.

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

You know, you need to
leave all this behind.

I mean, you know,
you got to look
to the future,

you and that lovely
young wife of yours.

No!
Fairy tales!

That's fucking warning!

This is a firm, right?
I'm a fucking face!
Mate, can you see?

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

Fucking bang out of order!

I don't fucking like him.
I don't trust him. He talks too
much, asks too many questions.

I want him fucking dead!
Leslie Payne, right,
is our business, mate--

And you want him dead--
I mean, have you been
taking your tablets?

Fuck tablets, right?
Bugger tablets!

Bugger Payne,
the fucking pain in the ass!

And fuck his briefcase!
Do you ever think about--

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 us, mate?
Do you know things, eh?

About Ron, about me,
about the firm? Right?

You know, like,
about payments, right?

Do you know we cash
bearer bonds, yeah?

Do you know we pay off
juries to make them look
fucking favorably upon us?

Do ya?
Yes.

You do. There's
a 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 Thursday
of the month?

Do you know that?
Course I do.

Fucking surprise, 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!

Mmm.

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?

Uh, what did you want to have
a word with me about, Mr. Bruno?

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

Oh, well, that's good.
You know, we're--
we're very happy also.

Well, okay.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You realize I asked
to speak to you alone.
Uh--

You see, in our line of work,
it's not good to be famous.

Anonymous is the goal.

It's Mr. Lansky, Reg.

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 of the Gallo
brothers? From Brooklyn?
No.

Similar loose cannon situation.

You see, Ron is your Joey.
And it's not gonna end well
in either case.

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

I'm asking you to do
something about Ron.

I can't do that.

He's my brother.

Okay.

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

Mr. Kray takes care
of this warehouse.
You say Kray one more time,

and I'm gonna hit ya,
you understand?

I have an arrangement
with Mr. Kray.

I didn't ask
whether we had
an arrangement.

I asked
if you understood me.
No! No wait!

The Richardson gang were away.

But George Cornell
had crossed the river

to work a protection
racket on their behalf.

I fucking warned ya!

Ron's
response would secure his place
in gangster legend.

What is that?
Is that-- Is that
English breakfast tea?

I can tell by your face, Ted,
what you think of it.

It's a lovely box, isn't it?
It's beautiful.
No, it's not English breakfast.

That's not, no.
That is-- That's got pheromones
in it, that's got.

That's musky.

That's--
That's a bit of magic,
that is.

That's very beautiful, isn't it?
I'm glad you like it.

I do, that's--
that's proper.

Me mum will
be very, very pleased
with that.

Mm.
Did you have that away from
the old warehouse, did you?

Yeah.
Don't say anything.
Um, it's all right.

Regards to Mrs. Kray.
Thank you.

Well, for the other matter.
Yeah.

What matter?

Mm.

What, that?
Yeah.

Oh.
All right.

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

- I don't mean--
- Can't you handle it yourself?

I pay you
for protection, Ron.

- What you trying to say?
- Mm. Nothing. I'm--

No, no. You just said it,
didn't you? 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.

That I'm not
very good at my job.
I didn't mean it like that.

You fucking did!

No--
Ah!

I'll tell you what.

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

All right?
All right.

You go with Teddy, right.

And you bring me
£2,000, okay?

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

All right?
Well, I didn't say any--

All right?
I didn't say anything
about killing, Ron.

You fucking did.
You fucking meant it.
Well--

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.

'Cause 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 what?

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, take him.

Thank you.
That's very kind of you.

Thank you.
For the tea.

That's a good deal.

How do I look?

Fucking deadly.

Do you want me
to come in with you?

In there?

Go with this.

You'll stay in the car.

Anything you need to tell me?

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

Jesus!

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

For fuck's sake.
Boss, for fuck--

Get the fuck down!

Don't say a fucking word!

What are you
fucking looking at?

You didn't see nothing!

That's Ronnie Kray,
that, isn't it?
Fucking hell.

- Reggie.
- Are you mad?

The Blind Beggar, yeah?
Cornell?

- It's on the fucking radio.
- Reggie.

Hi, Mum.

Oh, thank you.
Cheers.
There you go.

Oh!
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, Reg.

- How many witnesses?
- Oh, it was a quiet night.

- Seven.
- Seven?

Albert Woods was with Cornell.
Plus five regulars.
Don't know 'em.

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

For fuck's sake.
And you bring this here?

-This is where you bring it?
You bring it straight to Mum's?
-Don't moan about it, right.

It's done, isn't it?
What are we gonna do?

- Hmm?
- "We"?

Yeah.

Where's the weapon?

It's here, Reg.

There you go.
Now, uh--

Let me help.
Would you like
a piece of cake?

D-Do you know what?
That would be lovely.
That-- Yeah. Thank you, Mum.

It is, it's lovely.
It is lovely.

Thanks.

I assume you were
wearing those clothes, right?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Where's your jacket?

Well, you need to burn that.

And that gun,
we need to toss it in the river
right fucking now, all right?

Go on, fuck off.

You are--
You're unbelievable.

Albie?

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

Get hold of 'em and just unravel
whatever they've said
to the police, right--

we need to undo,
so get Big Pat, Bender,
send them down there now.

That barmaid,
I know, right?
You know her.

All right, bring her to me.
I'll deal with her myself.
All right.

Go on, fuck off.

Oh.
Where's everybody gone?

Oh, Mum, it's late.
It's late. I wanted them
out of your hair.

You know, you-you
should get some
bed time, you know.

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

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

I've made a bed up for him.
He's not well.

He's, uh--

He's got a fever.
Mm.

He's gonna stay
here the night.

Teddy, would you like
to stay with him?

Uh, thank you,
that'd be very nice.
Thank you, Violet.

Whatever he's done...

he's your brother.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, um--

Here's your Stemetil, mate.

You should take that.

Mm.

Do you know what?
I-I'm gonna have to go
actually.

Um, I left the lads at work.
And I have to clean up.

- So I'm gonna say good night.
- Good night.

Teddy, now you couldn't
do us a favor, could you?
Be useful.

When you take his trousers off
tonight, and his shirt,
can you burn 'em, yeah?

And check in with me.
Yeah.

Good lad.
Night-night.

- Good night.
- Night, Reg.

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.

Now 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 Krays.

Any man with any objection,
come and see me.

See that lamppost
up there, right?

That was known as a safety point
during the war, right.

So if you could run
to that lamppost,

you knew that
you could make it
to the air raid shelter

before the bombs
started dropping.

One night, right,
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,
you know.

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

Yeah, he's got
plenty of trouble now,
if the stories are true.

I 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?

I don't worry about Ron.
What do you plan
to do about it?

I'm not gonna 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 still be
your brother in prison.
- No.

No, Frances, look,
he belongs here, right?
He belongs with us.

He belongs with you,
with me and his family.
This is his home, all right?

You know, I've been
looking after Ronnie
since we were little boys.

- That's just the way it is.
- You can still
look after him in prison.

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

Right.

- Right, well, you-you-you just
don't understand, that's--
- Yes, I do.

No, you don't. You don't
understand, Frances.
Yes, I do.

You once told me you don't owe
the world a thing. Well, you
don't owe Ron 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-Are you on something?

Have you taken something,
Frances? Are you taking--
Are you taking pills again?

Is that what you're doing?
Let's have a look.
Don't.

Oh, hello.
Look at that.
Stop it!

Jesus Christ, Frances,
how many of these things
are you on? Eh?

No wonder you're not
making any sense.

You're popping pills everywhere.
You're a 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, Frances.
Let's just--
I'll go with that.

- Listen,
talk to that barmaid.
- Yeah?

Tell her when they line
the suspects up across from her

to point her finger at Ron
and say, "That's him.

That's the mad hatter
what done it."
All right?

- Where are you going?
- Home!

What about me mum?
Fuck your mum!

No.
Take your time.

No.

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

Are you sure?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sure.

Please, could someone
just take me home?

Miss.

I-I swear to God.

I smelt something,
I don't know what I smelt.

There were a few funny looks
in the room. I could tell
it was the judge.

Fucking stinky, he was.

Eh? Am I right
or am I wrong?

Am I wrong, mate?
No. No.

Just goes to show,
you can give a dog
a bad name,

but when that dog's
name is Kray,
it might bite you back.

Well done.
Well done, Ron.

Justice is served.
Mea culpa.
Mea culpa.

- Welcome home.
- What say you now?

It's discipline.

Come and sit down, Vi.
No.

You need a seat.
Give her a pink wafer.

Someone's got to eat 'em.

It'll only be
a checkup, love.

What did you tell her?

You know, I just said,
"Y-You might want to think
about your children," you know.

I wish I could
make you go away.

Well, good luck with that,
Frances.

Yeah. Good fucking luck
with that.

♪ Oh, I cried last night ♪

♪ How I cried last night ♪

♪ For I knew the warning
you had given me last night ♪

♪ Now it's over
Yes, it's over ♪

♪ And my tears
are all too late ♪

♪ I won't sleep tonight ♪

♪ I will weep tonight ♪

♪ But the years
filled with tears
could not put this right ♪

♪ For I've lost you ♪

- ♪ I have lost you ♪
- Holy camaronie.

♪ But I'm only ♪
What the fuck is she doing?

♪ Little Miss Lonely ♪

It surprises me
that some people still--

still survive these days.

See you later, Albie.

You all right?
Yeah, go on.

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

Help me!
Help ya?

Well, what are we doing?
Help me. Put the top on!

I'm not sure I can help you--
Reggie, please,
it's gonna get ruined.

I can't, can I? 'Cause I'm a--
I'm a club owner.
You know what I mean?

I can pick a nice model, right,
in a nice color, but I'm not
very good at anything else.

Not a mechanic, am I, you know?
I'm more of a-a-a gangster,
isn't that right?

Yeah?
Please help me.

- Please help you? Yeah?
- "Please!"

"Please, Reggie."

All right,
let's help you, yeah.
Go on then.

How's that?
No, it looks a bit fucking
fucked to me, mate.

Speaking of--
you look like shit and all.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What are you doing?
Reggie, stop it!

Stop it!

Reggie!

Eh? Stop what?

- Please stop. Please stop.
- Reggie, please stop.

Please stop.
Please stop it.
Stop what?

Please! No!
Stop it!

♪ Life goes on without me ♪

Where are you going?

I'm leaving Reggie.

Oh, that is a shame.
He'll take that very hard.

Please get out of my way, Ron.

Unless you prefer me to stay.

Go on, boys,
go upstairs.
Go on.

- Would you like me to help you
with your bags?
- No, thank you.

Oh, come on. Don't be daft.
Look at the size of you,
look at the size of me, come on.

Come on.

You know, Frances, 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.
You know?

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

You think so?
Absolutely, yeah.

There's so many people
who know so much about us.
Not you, of course.

Yeah.

Most people hate us.

Sooner or later, someone is
gonna talk and that'll be it.
It'll be over, won't it?

That wouldn't be so bad,
would it?

Mmm.

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 up,
not at all.

Well, I've got to go.
Yeah, of course you do.

Listen here, Frances,
all right.

We both love him,
all right?

W-We both made the effort.

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

Where?

Heaven.

Good-bye, Ron.

Bye, Frances.

Listen here.

I always liked you, Frances.
I always did.

'Cause you have the ability
to see into the future.

You do.

And that's the same as me.

Bye now.

Hello, Reggie.
How are ya?

Yeah.
You all right, Frank?
Yeah.

Long time no see, eh?
Yeah. I've been
walking straight, you know?

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

That's nice, isn't it?
That's nice.

What can I do for you?
Frances here?

It's just that, you know, I've
been outside your parents' house
the last couple of weeks.

And they hadn't told me
that she left, had they,
so, you know--

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

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

Reggie, I--
What?

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

She's delicate.

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

- 'Cause I had to come out here.
Why don't you go get Frances?
- I'm not letting you see her.

- Don't fuck about, Frank.
- Don't want to cause a scene.
- Frank?

It's okay.
Frances, go back inside.
What are you doing?

No, it-- it's okay.
Hello, Reggie.

Hello, Frances.

Have you got a moment?
Let's have a little chat.

It's all right.
Are you sure about this?

Go inside and put
the kettle on. Go 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 have 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.

What are you on about?
Frankie, come on.

I always imagined-- You know,
I thought that we might have
a child or two, you know.

Why? So you could use them
to threaten me?

No.

No, because I still
love you.
No.

No, that's just the thing
you say out of loyalty

to something that didn't exist
in the first place.
That's not-- That's not true.

Loving you is the only thing
that holds me together.

You know, I--

I dreamt that we could live
beyond the place
we were meant for.

But you're a gangster
and you love being one.

No. No, Frances,
just listen.

Please let me make amends
for the suffering and the pain
that I have caused you, please.

Please.

Just let me
take you somewhere.
Somewhere?

I mean, the--
Yeah. Anywhere.
Anywhere you want.

You know,
just the two of us
so we can be together.

It could be like
our second honeymoon.

Or-- Or not.

You know,
just so that you can know
that I can change.

Well, that--
To be fair, I have.
I have-- I have changed.

All I'm saying is,
is that the center
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-- You want to--
We go to Ibiza?

I'll get the tickets today.
I'll book 'em 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 away ♪

♪ Make the world go away ♪

♪ Oh-oh, yes! ♪

♪ Get it off
Get it off of my shoulder ♪

♪ Oh, right now ♪

God doesn't ask if we
accept this Life.

There is no choice.
Life is forced upon you.

The only choice
is how you live it.

Or not.
That's a choice as well.

♪ Go away ♪

♪ Go away ♪

A cup of tea can solve
anything.

A bit under the weather?
Tea.

You've left your husband?
Tea's the answer.

Frances?
Bloody hell, Frances.

What have you done?
Frances!

In case you thought,

"At least Frances
survived 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?

She's in her 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 hat.

Well, go on, sit down.
Don't stand around here
like some kind of lamppost.

- Squeeze in.
- Sweaty, what don't we have?

A bottle.
Go on.

Right on.
Go on. Go on.

- You wanted to see me, Ron?
- Yeah, I do actually.

I want you to kill somebody
for me, all right? I'm gonna
give you a thousand pounds.

Leslie.

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

You get the rest when it's done.

You count it all
'cause 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.

Don't be daft.

Who is it?

Mum, wait here.

Stop, Mum.
Leave it.
You killed her!

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

Mum, come on.

Spending a hundred
pounds a week on flowers
won't bring her back!

Murderer!

You're gonna rot in hell,
Reggie Kray!

McVitie,
what are you doing here?

I've got a message for you.
From Ron.

Fuck!

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

I want my wife and children's
safety guaranteed.

Payne.
He's given 'em everything.

Names.

Dates, times.

Documents.
The lot.

They've put
two and two together,

taken a dozen
witnesses into protection.

Nipper, uh--

Yeah?
Nipper, what?

The barmaid.
He got the barmaid back in.

She ain't come out.

Mm.

Where's Ron?

♪ I know I stand in line until
you think you have the time
to spend an evening with me ♪

Oh, yeah.

♪ And if you go someplace
to dance ♪
Someplace to dance.

This is a piece of me, this.

Oh, yeah,
I love this song.
It's your favorite.

♪ And afterwards we ♪
♪ Drop into a quiet
little place ♪

♪ And have a drink or two ♪

Not like me.
They're from a different stock.

♪ And then I go
and spoil it all by saying
something stupid like ♪

♪ I love you ♪
Oh, fuck off,
soppy bollocks.

What?

Say-- Say what?
Fuck off.

♪ For me it's true,
you never seemed
so right before ♪

Cheer up, twinkle 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 the Hat.

Ah, right.
What's he been doing?

Has he been
waving his shotgun around
in the clubs again?

What did you think going after
Leslie Payne was gonna get us?

What do I think?
You heard.

Well, in case you ain't
realized, I don't fucking
answer to you, sweetheart.

Now we're back to business.

Here he is. Come on.
Come on, Ron,
show us how it's done.

- I've got the moves.
- Hello, hello.
Where are the birds at?

- Hey, it's Jack the Hat.
- Mr. Bender, how are you?

Nice to see you.

Esther?

-Jackie.
-I should never have let you go.
That was an absolute mistake.

I'm gonna get myself a drink.

Then I'm gonna come back,
and I'll tell you why
I shouldn't have let you go.

I promise.

- Ron.
- ♪ I love you ♪

Teddy.

- Here you go, Ron, look.
- Jack's here.

What's your stories,
morning glories?

Here you are, Jack.
Cigarette.

I quit on the way
down the stairs.

You got something
on your mind, Reg?

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.

Don't fucking lie to me!

I'm not gonna be fucking well
treated this way.
How do you want to be treated?

- Ron?
- Shut up.

He ain't gonna
fucking help you, is he?

You got a tin of worms
in your head, mate.
You what?

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

I'm sorry, what did you say?
It's not my fault
Frances killed herself.

I never sold her
the fucking pills.

Fuck off. You've got to be
joking. Are you fucking joking?

Reggie.

Go on, fucking shoot him.

Say that again.
Go on.

Reggie.

Say her fucking name.
I dare ya.

Frances.

Aaah.

Why would you do that?

Because I can't kill you.

No matter how much
I fucking want to.

Reggie.

Reggie?
Reggie?

Reg, look at me!
What the fuck's wrong with ya?

You kill a geezer
in a room full of people.

Are you fucking mad?

Eh?
"Eh", what?

Reggie once said,

"The center 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 dishonor,

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.

♪ I feel frustrated
all the time, over and over ♪

♪ Bittersweet, you and me ♪

♪ Ain't no way to understand ♪

♪ I believed we'd make it
to the end ♪

♪ When you just couldn't feel ♪

♪ I negotiate ♪

♪ Between love and hate ♪

♪ And it winds up
just the same ♪

♪ Try to understand it ♪

♪ Feel you can comprehend ♪

♪ I negotiate the pain ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ I see regret in your eyes,
stone-cold sober ♪

♪ Go deny what you do to me ♪

♪ Hundred times I asked of you
to think of me ♪

♪ But what more could you do? ♪

♪ You just couldn't hide
the truth ♪

♪ I compromise
to get by ♪

♪ To survive ♪

♪ You won't see me cry ♪

♪ I give, you take ♪

♪ That be your mistake ♪

♪ So I'm moving on ♪

♪ I'll be staying strong ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ Hear me as I say ♪

♪ Took a whole lot of love
to feel this way ♪

♪ Understand that I tried ♪

♪ But hate pushed
all the love aside ♪

♪ It took a lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
Whole lot of love ♪

♪ A whole lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Whole lot of love
Whole, whole lot of love ♪

♪ I negotiate
between love and hate ♪

♪ I negotiate
with a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I negotiate
between love and hate ♪

♪ And it winds up
just the same ♪

♪ Took a lot of love
to hate you the way I do ♪

♪ Took a lot of love ♪