The Rise of the Krays Page #3

Words get into your skin.

They are like an illness,

they can infect you...

- Ow!

- Words are a disease,

but a wonderful disease.

A disease without a cure.

Words are weapons,

and we must use them carefully!

Boy!

- Aah!

- Come on...

Give me a wonderful word.

Sir?

Come on, there's

millions to choose from.

Tell me a wonderful word.

Mum.

Mum!

Quiet!

Mum?

Did you say "Mum"?

Sit down, you idiot.

Mum might be wonderful

to you, not to me.

All right, then, who else?

Who else can give me a wonderful word?

I crave a wonderful word.

My whole body yearns...

for a wonderful word!

Krays!

Save my life, give me a wonderful word.

Crocodile.

Crocodile?

Crocodile, yes...

That might be wonderful.

All right.

Ronald.

Choose a poem,

and read it to us in your velvet tones.

What poem, sir?

Any, boy. Just read.

"From childhood's hour

I have not been

"As o-others were

I have not seen..."

Go on.

"As others saw

I could not bring

"My passion from a common spring

"From the same source

I have not taken

"My sorrow...

"I could not awaken

"My heart to joy at the same time

"And all I loved I loved alone

"Then in my childhood

"In the dawn of the most stormy life

"Is drawn from every depth of good and

ill The mystery which binds me still

"From the torrent or the fountain

"From the red cliff of the mountain

"From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold

"From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by

"From the thunder in the storm

"And the cloud that took the form

"When the rest of heaven was blue

"Of a demon in my view"

Wonder what would've happened

if they'd lived?

That couldn't have lived.

Just imagine. One eats and it

goes in the other's belly.

- Here, you want some?

- I couldn't eat now!

- Must be the first bloody time!

- Shut it, Eddie!

And stop that scratchin'.

You're makin' me bloody itch.

Just think of it, stuck together

like that. Livin' and joined together.

They're better off dead.

Should've been burned.

It's not right, is it?

Everyone standing round staring at 'em.

Just like us.

I think they look great.

- Hello, Mum.

- Hello, boys.

Come on, boys, let's go

and show 'em some real boxing!

Let's watch the boxing, old gal.

No! Don't you "old gal" me.

Pooh! Your breath!

Come on, fellas!

Let's show 'em some real boxing.

Out the way. Shift yourself.

Ohhh...

Three rounds with Kid McCall.

Have we got a fighter?

Come on, out the way!

Get my bleedin' jacket off.

Come on, Grandad.

What you doin'? Pack it in!

What's your name?

Cannonball Lee.

Cannonball Lee?

Stay three rounds you get a quid.

I'll tear his bleedin' head off!

Ladies and gentlemen! Cannonball Lee.

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