The Rise of the Krays Page #4

Cannonball! Cannonball!

Come on, out you come.

Who else wants a go?

Get him out. Go and have your dinner.

Who's gonna have a go?

One of you? Three rounds.

Three rounds, earn yourself a quid.

What about you lot down there?

You look like brothers.

One of you! The biggest one!

Come on, take his coat!

Go on, Ronnie!

What's your name?

- Ronnie Kray.

- Ronnie Kray?

- Where from?

- Bethnal Green.

Ronnie Kray, ladies and gentlemen!

Mucky or clean, please yourself.

Shake hands.

And the winner! Ronnie Kray!

Want another go?

- Yeah.

- Good.

He wants another go

with anybody out there.

Who wants a go? Come on, one of you.

Come on, who's gonna have a go?

Never mind the weight,

never mind the size!

Come on, who's gonna have a go?

Three rounds with our Ron!

Come on, then. Hurry up!

Reg? What you doing, Reg?

What's your name?

Reggie Kray.

Reggie Kray, Ronnie Kray. You brothers?

Yeah.

Yeah? Ladies and gentlemen,

the Kray brothers!

I don't care what you do,

as long as you give 'em a show.

Shake hands and come out fighting.

Back to your corners, boys.

Pack it in!

Ronnie! Reg!

Why are you doing this?

Stop the fight!

Hurt 'im!

Pack it in!

Mum?

Mum!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop!

When you were born,

when I held you in my arms

and thought to myself,

"There'll be no more hurt.

I've got my boys now," I thought.

My boys to protect me.

- Don't, Mum.

- Don't tell me don't.

What have we got, all of us?

Nothing. Except each other.

God in heaven, I never thought

I'd live to see the day.

This is your bloody fault.

- I thought they were very good.

- For once in your life

know when to shut up.

Oh...

I thought it was a bleedin' good fight.

Fight? Fight?

I'll tell you what fighting is.

Fighting is trying to bring up

three kids during a war,

without enough bloody

food to feed a cat on.

That's what fighting is!

Gone through all that to have

my heart broken like this.

- Broken!

- All right, come on.

Listen to me, boys.

We don't fight each other.

We stick together.

That's how we're strong.

If you want something, you fight, yes.

But you fight like I fight.

You fight them out there.

But we don't fight each other.

Not for fun, not for money...

Not for no reason.

I'm sorry, Mum.

Sorry.

I warned you two.

You mean everything to me.

Don't spoil it.

Morning, Mrs. Kray.

Morning!

Bloody National Service.

What right have they got?

No one takes my boys away from me.

No one.

- It'll do 'em good.

- What do you know about it?

More than you think.

- What?

- Things.

Oh, things. I see. Things.

How to hide from the police and sit

in that bloody armchair all day.

Hey! What do you know about it, woman?

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