The Rise of the Krays Page #2

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 streets,

and suddenly we started to rise up.

To fly.

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.

- Okay.

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! Mum!

What a mess. May?

- A broom.

- And mop and bucket.

- A woman's work's

never done, Constable.

- Bloody mess.

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?

Your husband should be out there

fighting the war, like everyone else.

Excuse me, madam.

Ah...

- Our dad's not an idiot.

- Wouldn't hide in the coal cupboard.

Would he?

Hmm.

Never mind. I'll have him yet.

All right, come with me,

join these other people.

he could smell a copper

half a mile away.

Nose like a bleedin' dog, he had.

Got stabbed in the neck.

Walked from Aldgate to Mile End.

Leaving a trail of

blood three mile long.

I'll tell you something,

them bloodstains are still there today.

Not wind, not snow,

not human washing can get 'em out.

I saw them bloodstains once,

underneath the arches,

where Jack the Ripper

cut up his victims.

He used to cut 'em from here to here.

Gutted 'em like a bleedin' fish.

Makes it sound so bloody glamorous.

It's true, I tell ya.

My old mum seen him

once, Jack the Ripper.

Seen him with her own eyes

down Brick Lane.

Tall, he was.

Dressed in a long black cape.

Face as white as chalk.

Teeth sharp as little razors.

And his eyes... Cor, his eyes.

Red, they was. Glowed like stars.

My mum were only a young woman

when she saw him.

She went grey overnight.

Took all the bleedin' color

out of her hair, he did.

All right, it's all right,

my darlings, all right.

No one's gonna hurt you.

Not with me around.

They wouldn't dare.

They wouldn't bloody well dare.

Words!

Words are rich and wonderful.

We can say anything we like.

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