The Rise of the Krays

- What?

- I don't know. Go and find out.

And don't make a

nuisance of yourselves!

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

You comin' in, boys?

Aunt Rose! Aunt Rose!

- Mum 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

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, 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.

In a minute.

Charlie? You come in and put your

jumper on if you're staying out there.

What's he training for anyway

at his age, 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,

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