Legend

London in the 1960's. 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.

Good morning, Albie. Good morning, sir.

Tea for two? Yeah, Albie.

Hello, boys!

How you doing? You all right? Put your cup of tea in, do you fancy it?

Yeah? No?

What's this? The old Dagenham Angila? Ought to

60 in .. what? 40 minutes or sommit like that?

Cor, it's a bit of you in that, innit? All black and cramped and very sharp. Yeah.

This one's really milky... for you.

Why don't you fuck off, Kray? Oh, I will, I will.

Y'know, I don't want to keep you, you know, what with them... them,

y'know, rapists and murderers you got to lock away, eh Nipper?

Where do you take a turd in there? Probably just hold it in, don't you?

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

Forget about that.

Where's me driver, where's Frank? He can't get out of bed in the morning, Reg.

He what? He ain't here, he ain't showed up. He's heart ain't in it.

Alright. OK, well let's go get him then, should

we? Where is he? On Ormsby Street, yeah?

Yeah, come and jump in. I'll give you a lift. Nah, you're

alright, I'm going to 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!

Hi, Vera. How you doing? You good? Yeah. Lovely.

Rita, I was gonna knock on your door. But me

mum said you left that in her kitchen. I did!

Is that yours? It is! Oh, thanks ever so much!

No problem, you're welcome. Thanks, Reg.

Eastenders.

They won't talk to a policeman, but they'll kiss a gangster. Ey?

Filthy, cockney bastards.

How about we clean your car for ya?

Is Frank about?

Frank!

Who are you? I'm Frances. Frank's sister.

Hear about, I recognize you. See, I recognize you. You was

a little bit younger, then. You got grown up, didn't ya?

It happens.

What have you got there? A sweet.

That's not any sweet, is it? That's a Lemon Sherbert, that is. Mind if I have a crack?

Go on. Thanks.

Ah, that's nice, innit?

You're not supposed to chew it! No?

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

By being patient. Nah.

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

Half a minute, Reg. Be right down.

Is he in trouble? Yea, he is.

Will you go out with me? I'll go easy on him if you do.

Alright, 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. This is yours.

Thank you.

If you oversleep again, Frank, alright? It's back to the cheese shop.

Or the fish shop, or whatever shop it is you come from. Print.

Print shop.

Oh yeah? Well you'll be back to the fucking shit shop, you understand? Yup.

What does your sister do?

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

colleges. Y'know? Typing? Shorthand? Yeah?

Well she's got a bit of class, mate. She's

very elegant. Where have you been hiding her?

She's been away. She's a bit, umm, fragile, Reg.

Oh yeah? Yeah.

Hmm. Stop here, Frank.

Four minutes. One job.

How long do you think it will take for him to

figure it, Albie? A little bit of cat and mouse.

Nipper Read was the copper on the Krays case and he made his presence known.

He was heavy-footed, as they say.

So I stared at the back of this geezer's head

and the whole time I'm thinking... umm:

Give Ron Kray your sausage.

Give Ron...

your fucking sausage.

Y'know?

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

Until I'm not even thinking it anymore. 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 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.

Roger, when you say you want me to raspberry this man...

I'm not sure of your vernacular. What do you mean?

Raspberry ripple. Cripple.- You want to cripple someone.

Yup. That's right- And why is that?

Because, doctor, I'm afraid he may not be inclined...

to provide a favorable evaluation to my employer. And who is 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 in 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. I'm going to 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.

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

Your brother is arbitrary, violent and a psychopath.

Alright. 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.

Oy Frances, the car is outside.

Oh, heh, 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 going to kiss him, you hear me?

Hello. Hello.

You look lovely.

And so do you.

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

How are you doing, you all right, mate? You all right? 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. Thanks, mate. Cheers.

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

Who are you? How you doing, big man?- All right, boss?

Are you well? Yeah, I'm fame... I'm fame...

Are you behaving yourself? Always.

I'm a teddy bear, me. Go easy.

If he gives you any trouble, come and speak to me Come. Y'alright, mum

Yeah, I'm good. She's good.- Hello, Reg.

Everybody 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 ten times. I never knew it was yours.

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

That's Teddy Anderson, now.

Hi, Teddy. You doing alright? Good to see you. How's the family? Excellent.

What? Those men are frightening.

No, no. They're just East End boxers. They're

lovely. I let 'em drink in here for free, y'know.

Reggie, that's Joan Collins. Yeah, it 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... my formula. What I like to do is I like

to mix celebrities with a few, just a few, East End villains.

Y'know, punters, they love it. It's really good for business. Would you like a seat?

Excuse me, Reg. Do you, uh, got a moment? No, I don't. That's it. I'm busy. Alright?

This is important, Reg. And this is important as well, Reg.

Alright, alright. Frances, would you mind if I,

uh, take care of some business just for a moment?

No, of course not. Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Sit with her. What is it?

It's back here. What?

I'm a firm believer in the fact if you don't

know, you don't fucking know. Know what I mean?

Reggie. How are you, Reg?

Well, I'm alright, I can't complain. Who'd fucking listen?

What is the palaver? Sit down, Reg. Sit down, please.

Alright.- You had a question about the taking of the

purple heart business. Yeah. The pill game... 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 accountants...

Are you gonna take all fucking night, mate? Cos I've got things to do.

Tell him, Jack. Go on, spit it out.

I borrowed a few quid off the top. Right, alright.

I swallowed a few pills on the side.- Yeah, there's a simple answer.

Things have been a bit... tight at home

And I was... 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.- This nonsense.

It's important business. It's important, is it? Yeah.

You should know about this. Right, alright Let's deal with this business.

Alright, 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?

Alright then. Can I get back to my fucking evening?