Code of Silence (2021) Movie Script
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[dynamic melodic music]
[gears clanking]
[somber orchestral music]
- No, no, you won't have to
go through Commander Du Rose
or anyone else, you'll
report directly to me.
The case would make you
the youngest Detective
Superintendent
in the history of the
Metropolitan Police.
- You know that I'm
not really interested
in that sort of thing, sir.
I don't know how I can
say no more simply.
- I'm giving you another
bite at these bastards,
opportunities like this
don't come very often.
Don't you wanna finish
what you started?
- The Krays have got the
whole of the East End
in a bloody muzzle, no
one will go on the record.
That's a pretty significant
piece of the puzzle, sir.
- Well, if it's
a puzzle, Nipper,
then it must have a solution.
You'll have the full weight
of the Met at your disposal.
- If they didn't have so many
of our men in their pocket,
we wouldn't have to be here
in a cupboard in a basement.
- I had to return a file.
[soft orchestral music]
Well, can't blame me for trying.
Now do me a favor, old chap
and pop that in the Cornell
box for me, would you?
- [Nipper] Sir.
- I'll see you upstairs.
[door thudding]
[soft orchestral music]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[man breathing raggedly]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
[tea pouring]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
- Please, please, please,
please, please, please.
- [Reggie] Give me those.
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blow thudding]
- [Ronnie] I reckon he's
had enough, you know.
- [Reggie] Pardon?
- [Ronnie] I'm just
saying, if he grassed,
he'd probably share the details,
while he's still got
the teeth to do it.
[blows thudding]
He ain't a rat, if he
was, he'd be dead already.
- I just thought-
- His brother.
He started out with a girl,
unless he's Scotland Yard.
We thought we'd send
him, and anyone else
with the inclination to flap
their gums, a little message.
[car horn tooting]
- Get up, get up!
- No, no, no, no, no, no,
please don't, please don't!
I swear on my mother's
eternal grave.
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[man breathing fearfully]
[soft tense music]
[man screaming in pain]
[car rumbling quietly]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[car rumbling]
[muffled pop music]
Love will call
it a Trojan horse
[car rumbling quietly]
Would you give to
[soft orchestral music]
[car rumbling quietly]
[muffled pop music]
Won't you love, won't
you love to meet me there
Tonight, tonight
- [Man] Can you hear me?
Hey, mister, who
did this to you?
- I don't know, I
didn't see a thing.
[somber orchestral music]
- [Trevor] Morning, guv.
- Cup of tea for you, guv?
[soft haunting music]
Are you, are you
gonna finish this one?
It's freezing, how
long you been here?
- 5:53.
[soft orchestral music]
Over 1000 witnesses.
Just need to find
one, who will talk.
- Easy to say, ey, guv?
Here you are.
- Thanks, Frank.
[somber orchestral music]
[car horn tooting]
- Nipper!
- [Frank] No one
knows we're here, guv.
[car horn tooting]
[Frank groaning]
- Hey!
- What's he doing here?
Hey, guv, it's
Commander Du Rose.
- Oh, shit!
I'll go get him, you
tell him to shut up
and move their bloody cars.
Fuck!
Trev, turn that board round.
[car engines idling]
[footsteps running]
- Oi!
Someone's coming down now.
Get your cars out of sight.
[soft orchestral music]
[cars rumbling]
- [John] We've been driving
around for half a bloody hour.
- [Nipper] Morning, sir, if
I'd have known you were coming,
I would have sent
somebody to meet you.
- So this is where
you've been hiding.
- Well, I wouldn't
say hiding, sir.
- Come on then, let's see it.
- Sir, excuse me.
- Oh, what a tip.
What's the latest,
Superintendent?
- With all due
respect, Commander, I
don't report to you.
- It's Acting Deputy
Assistant Commissioner
as of Wednesday.
Which way?
- This way.
What happened to Brodie?
- Stroke, which doesn't
alter that you now answer
specifically, directly
and promptly to me.
- Sorry, sir, just
wasn't made aware.
- [John] It's a surprise
you're aware of anything
all the way out
here or us of you.
- [Nipper] Well, that's
the way it needs to be.
I'm sure I don't need to tell
you, sir, that the Krays-
- [John] Oh, let
me stop you there.
The whole East End might
believe they have a direct line
into the heart of Scotland Yard,
but you know, as well
as I do, that's a myth
spread by the Krays themselves
to discourage informants.
- [Nipper] Spoken
like a true diplomat.
- [John] Careful,
Superintendent,
the Krays are con
men, not gangsters.
- [Nipper] What if you're wrong?
- Well, either way,
this little circus
is tied up in my
predecessor's budget
and since the Metropolitan
Police have already paid for it,
I'm not gonna be the one
to throw it in the rubbish.
- Thank you, sir, we're
just through here.
- Don't thank me
quite yet though,
I might not be able to reverse
the mistakes I've inherited,
but I can damn well modify them.
- [Nipper] Sir, we don't
need any more officers
at this stage.
- Oh, well, that's fortunate.
You two, gather your things,
you're going back
to your stations.
- Commander, these are, these
are my boys, I trust them.
- What's wrong with us?
- And I'm sure they'll be
discrete, once they've gone.
You'll now work with
officers that I trust
to get the job done.
- Sir, c I have a word?
- In your office?
- Commander.
Sir, once we start
arresting villains,
it's gonna, it's
gonna get complicated.
With all due respect
to you and to them,
I don't know these men.
- They're from Glasgow
and Leeds, Nipper.
Might as well be from the moon,
as far as the Krays
are concerned.
- What is it you're saying?
- He's saying he can
rely on us and not you.
- Aye, how do I know
I can trust him?
- You should do your homework
before you run your mouth.
You might want to start with
the Great Train Robbery,
fucking hell.
- Didn't help him bring down
the Krays the first time.
- Ah, if I need to
explain it to you,
you must be a fucking idiot.
- Are you and I
gonna have a problem?
- Yeah, I hope so.
- Alright, you two, back off!
Sir, we haven't even
started and he's-
- Nipper, it's done.
We'll review your
progress in two weeks.
Meantime, I'd like
daily update reports.
Where's your stuff?
- Car, sir.
- What's it doing in the...
Nevermind, get on with it.
Well, come on, you two, plenty
for you to do at the shop.
[Nipper sighing]
[chair wheels rattling]
[car door thudding]
[somber orchestral music]
- You can sit wherever you like.
If I see you threaten
another officer again,
by the time I'm through with
you, you're gonna be begging me
to throw the book at
you, you understand?
Tea and biscuits are over
here, I'm milk and one.
The heater's obvious, it
gets bloody chilly in here.
- Oh, it's just a gift, sort of.
I've only got a few pages in.
- Might be all you
do get for a while.
You'd better get
reading, fellas.
- [Alan] Oh, my God.
- And lads,
there will be a test.
[soft orchestral music]
Do me a favor and
don't do that in here.
You're surrounded
by an entire decade
of flammable police work,
most of it only one copy.
Nothing about this inquiry
goes passed these four walls.
Anybody asks you
anything, you say nothing,
including other officers,
wherever their rank,
whatever they ask
you, you say nothing.
- Even on the job?
- Especially on the job, the
Krays have ears everywhere.
- Well, we're fucked then.
From another town,
don't know anyone.
They'll think we're a ghost
squad dabbing other cops.
- Let them, it'll
keep prying eyes away.
The one advantage we have
is that they don't
know we're after them.
We jeopardize that,
then we're done for.
- Kiss goodbye to your
social life, mate.
- Sergeant.
You're about to take down
one of the most ruthless
organizations in
Britain's history.
You don't have a social life.
Now tell me you understand.
- Sir.
- Good.
[board wheels rattling]
[soft orchestral music]
- [Algy] There's got to
be 40 players up there.
- [Alan] Yeah,
and three of us.
- Better get started then.
[mellow melodic music]
[clock ticking]
- [Alan] Morning.
- [Nipper] Morning.
- [Alan] Bloody hell,
does he even have a home?
[clock ticking]
[mellow rock music]
[clock ticking]
- [Alan] That's the last.
- Well done, boys.
Basically it all boils
down to two cases.
If we're gonna send the
Krays down once and for all
and that is our mission,
we have to crack these two.
- Jack McVitie, enforcer,
missing since October '67.
Owed the Krays money,
that he didn't pay back.
- Yeah, we don't
know what it was for,
but we think they
had him killed.
[missile thudding]
[glass thudding to floor]
[eerie melodic music]
[water splashing]
[soft melodic music]
- George Cornell, on the
evening of 9th of March, 1966.
[background people chattering]
Cornell enters the Blind Beggar,
a public house in Whitechapel
with a mate, Albie Woods,
also known to the police.
- What was he doing there?
- No one knows,
Cornell was an enforcer
for the Richardson
crime family by blood.
No one remembers seeing
anything out of the ordinary,
not till 8:40.
[background people chattering]
[clock ticking]
[clock hand whirring]
[clock ticking]
[background people chattering]
[soft tense music]
[gun firing]
[George thudding to floor]
[gun firing]
[door clicking open]
They actually brought in
Ronnie for an ID parade.
The barmaid was supposed
to attend a lineup,
but she bottled it last minute.
[soft tense music]
[barmaid breathing heavily]
[soft tense music]
- What did you see?
- I can't, I can't, I'm sorry.
- [Alan] She definitely
saw something.
- We don't know what she saw.
- His brain's all over the
bar, for crying out loud.
- She's terrified, she knows
what they're capable of.
- Well then, we need to
make her more scared of us,
than she is of them.
- You think carefully
before you say another word.
- Oh no, I'm just saying,
if you want me to
push her a little bit.
- I thought I made it clear,
that's not how I work,
I was very specific.
Nothing we do is worse than
they're gonna get out of there.
In here, it's a few hours,
out there, it's the
rest of their lives.
- What the fuck are we
doing sitting around here
with our thumbs up our arses
leafing through mountains of
shit any Tom, Dick or Harry
could find out about
the fucking Krays?
- We will do what we have to
do to solve the case, we're-
Hold on, what did you say?
- I'm sorry about the colorful
language, sir, it's too-
- No, not that bit.
- He said that any Tom, Dick or-
- Dick or Harry could learn
about the Krays, of course.
Of course.
[soft tense music]
We've been doing it the
wrong way round for years.
We don't investigate the murder.
- [Alan] Then how do you
expect to bang them up?
- No, no, that's
still the end game,
it's just not our next move.
We, we learn about crimes and
then we look for witnesses.
- Isn't that how it works?
- It can't be like
that with the Krays,
because people are
scared for their lives,
they're intimidated.
We've got to do it
the other way around,
we've got to, we've got to
find the witnesses and get it,
get the witnesses to
lead us to the crimes.
Someone who can give us a
thread, that we don't know,
what no Tom, Dick
or Harry could.
It doesn't matter what it is,
it just needs to
be new information.
We pull all this down
and we start again,
we create a timeline,
[soft orchestral music]
any activity, anything at
all, charged or suspected,
we establish who is in and
who is out of the Firm,
but most importantly, when.
To solve this, we don't
look at the facts,
the immovable, we look
at what's changed.
We redo the board, not in
hierarchy, but in time.
Forget persons of interest,
I don't care who's close to the
action, I want the opposite,
I want to know who's
dropped out of the frame.
You see, they're not like us,
we're, we're fluid,
we're moveable,
we're, we're designed
to come and go,
but they're not like that,
they're solid, they're firm
and only something very
significant changes that,
it's when someone leaves.
Whoever leaves, that's who
we've got a chance of squeezing,
that's who we might,
just might get to talk.
[melodic orchestral music]
Let's get started.
[paper rustling]
[soft tense music]
[mellow rock music]
Donoghue shouldn't be there.
- [Algy] It says there, Reggie
shot him in the leg in '64.
- Believe it or not, that
was his route into the Firm,
not out, see, that's
what we're up against,
he gets shot in the leg
and he says nothing,
it's a shame as well,
'cause he's the driver,
he's seen the lot.
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
Mickey Fawcett, claims
he's out of the Firm,
he runs a pub now near the
steam ship in Silverlands.
- Ah see, that's down by the
docks, that's Kray territory.
He may be inactive,
but he wouldn't be able
to work down there, if there
was bad blood, scratch him,
which leaves us
with Billy Exley.
- Moved out of East
London, early '67, Norfolk.
Maybe he fancied a view.
- Didn't think there were
any views in Norfolk,
it's all flat, isn't it?
- He's running.
[paper rustling]
- You're not wrong.
[soft tense music]
[mellow jazz music]
- [Alan] He's finally acting.
- It's all very
theatrical, Superintendent.
Very cloak and dagger.
We're just having a
little chat, right?
- Either seat's fine.
- What the fuck is going on?
[soft tense music]
You ain't Hitchcock, Nipper.
What's wrong with a
nice warm office, yeah?
- After you.
We only want to
pick your brains.
- [Billy] Well, I've got
a bad ticker, you know.
- We know.
[soft tense music]
- What are you
trying to do to me?
- You know, these
kitchens used to serve
half the cafes in the borough.
The stoves were over there
and they used to hang
the meat over there.
You know, I've always wondered
why do they have to hang
game so long after it's dead,
I mean, doesn't it go off?
- I actually don't know.
- Oh, that's odd, we
assumed that having moved
to the countryside last year,
you'd taken up the
noble sport of hunting.
- [Billy] Leave it out.
- Can't think of why
else you'd need this.
[soft tense music]
- That my gun?
You break in my house?
See, my missus lives there.
My boy sleeps in that house.
- Why do you think we brought
you all the way out here?
There's no one, not the
family, not the Firm,
no one knows you're here,
so you can calm down.
- Calm down?
You're out of fucking order.
I ain't done nothing.
- So what's your quarry, Exley?
Is it a brace of duck
on the Glorious 12th?
- Yeah, fuck you, Nipper.
You got no right
going in my house.
That's B&E, got you for that.
- You know, if we can get in,
you've got to think who else can
and what they might
get up to, if they do.
If you hadn't wanted to talk,
you could have told us that
from the comfort of
your own doorstep
and yet you let us drag
you all the way down here,
why is that?
Why is that, Billy?
[soft melodic music]
You need them put away,
as much as I do.
What happened, Billy?
Why'd you get so scared?
- I'll put my trust in that,
before I put it in you.
- We can protect you.
- Who's the trainee?
- Forget about him,
I'll get rid of him, talk to me.
- I ain't no grass.
- You're only a grass,
if we make it official.
[soft melodic music]
- Alright, fuck off.
[soft tense music]
What do you want?
[door thudding]
- You see,
now we can be just two
fellas having a conversation.
[chair scraping floor]
I can't use anything
that you don't sign.
That's the law.
- The law? That word don't
mean nothing to the twins.
That's why your mob's
always gonna lose.
- So are you gonna
tell me what you know?
- Whatever you say.
If you can't use it, I'll
say whatever you like.
[lighter clicking]
- I don't believe
this, where's my book?
Will someone give
me my fucking book?
- It's on the bar, Ron.
- [Ronnie] What the
fuck is it doing there?
It's got everything
in that book,
don't just leave it lying
around for anyone to pick up.
- [Billy] I'll get it.
[book thudding]
[lighter clicking]
[pages rustling]
- Right.
See that?
Well, read it.
- Lesley Payne.
- No, read what it says.
- Lesley Cunting Payne.
- Lesley Cunting Payne.
You know what that means?
- Yes, Ron.
- I want him fucking dead,
dismembered, fileted,
flayed on the bed of the
Thames, do you hear me?
- Yes, Ron.
- Don't, "Yes, Ron,"
you set of wet bollocks.
You need me to make it official?
- [Jack] I don't
want your money, Ron.
- It's not mine, it's yours
and you take that soggy sack
of shit next to you an all.
I don't want to
see either of you,
unless it's honking
out Payne's scalp.
[soft tense music]
- Hold on, why did Ron want
Payne dead, what had he done?
- Sweet fuck all.
He wanted out, told them he
wanted no more to do with them.
Nothing half the Firm
haven't thought about
and you kill a man for that?
- You tell me.
[trunk clicking open]
- So we got tooled up
and we went to see Payne.
[soft jazz music]
[trunk thudding]
[doorbell ringing]
[door clicking open]
- Hello?
I'm afraid my husband's
out at a meeting,
he shouldn't be too long.
Would you like to come
in for a cup of tea?
[door clicking open]
- So like I says,
he wasn't there.
- So you just sat there?
- Jack wanted a cup of tea.
[soft jazz music]
- Lovely cup of tea, Mrs. Payne.
- Now what was it you
wanted with my husband?
Can I give him a message?
- I weren't about to
get family involved,
never have.
We never said nothing.
He never knew what he'd missed.
- And that's it?
- Then we went for a pie.
- That's your confession,
you didn't kill someone
and then you went for a pie?
- Can I have my gun
back now please?
- So you bought this?
- No, borrowed it off a
mate for three bob. Sugar?
- [Algy] No, ta.
- It's not even the same
model, but he was so wound up,
he never even noticed.
Nipper's little set
up did that for him.
- Yeah, clever the
guv using that room.
- Hm.
I wouldn't want to get
stuck in a lift with him,
there's no doubting
he's got some brains.
- Yeah, did a bit of spade work,
bloke never finished school
and still becomes
the youngest ever
to make Detective
Superintendent.
- Just imagine what he
could do with an O level.
- Some drive, I'll
give him that.
- As long as we're being
led in the right direction.
- Well done, boys.
- He cough up?
- No, I don't think he ever
had any intention of doing so.
- [Algy] You don't think
he'll go back to the twins?
- [Nipper] No, he's
terrified of them.
- Then what are you
looking so pleased for?
- He doesn't know
what he gave us.
- I thought you said
he gave you nothing.
- Well, it doesn't
mean I didn't take it,
our new talker, Lesley Payne.
- The accountant?
- Never heard of an
accountant doing a murder.
- Then you never
had an accountant.
- Like I said, we're not
after murderers anymore,
we're after talkers and maybe
our accountant will talk.
What are you looking
so happy about?
- Oh, Al Capone, guv, they
got him on his accounts.
- Yes, they did.
- I guess that makes us
the Untouchables, sir.
- I guess it does.
[mellow jazz music]
- I told you I'm an accountant
and as such my part in the
Krays' businesses was advisory,
pertaining mainly to financial
investments and the like,
I simply don't know about
anything disagreeable.
- You see, I don't believe you.
Running the money
puts you at the center
of everything they've ever done.
- Whatever you think,
I don't know the things
you want me to know.
- Oh, it doesn't
matter what I think.
But if I was you, I
would care very much
about what Ronnie Kray thinks.
[soft tense music]
Do you like to read, Mr. Payne?
- Excuse me?
- I do, anything I
can get my hands on.
We didn't have books growing up,
I think that's why they
fascinate me so much.
I'd sneak them out of school,
my satchel ready to burst.
We had this teacher,
Mr. Sturridge, he was
my history master,
he caught me stealing
from his class.
- Nipper!
- I was petrified.
You know what it's like,
trembling.
You put your hand
out and you're,
you're ready to, to get the rod,
but instead of getting the
cane, he puts in my hand a book,
"The Decline and Fall
of the Roman Empire."
I ran home and devoured
it within a weekend.
Isn't it ironic, that
that moment of theft
led to me wanting to
become a detective?
Something about the
way that Edward Gibbon
separated the fact
from the fallacy.
He solved the puzzle of the
past, despite not being there.
[soft orchestral music]
You think they'll ever
write a book about us?
- Be a jolly boring read
from what I can tell.
- You see, I'm not so sure.
What if I was to tell you
that you're already in a book?
It's a fascinating one by
all accounts about so big,
full of details, dates,
places, times
and names all wrapped up
in a nice, black cover.
Inside, the owner of the
book has written their name,
do you want to
know what it says?
It says "This book is the
property of Ronald Kray."
Do you want to know
what it's about?
There's lots of
chapters, my favorite one
is called "The Shotgun
and the Accountant."
[dramatic music]
[gun firing]
[Mrs. Payne screaming]
With him bleeding out in the
arms of his ever loving wife.
[eerie melodic music]
Did she ever tell you
about the two men,
who came to visit her last year?
Let's call her and
ask her about it.
- [Lesley] Please, please,
don't bring her into this.
[telephone thudding]
- I don't want to call
her, but do you ever wonder
who they were or
what they wanted
or more importantly,
who sent them?
Ronnie Kray is like
a dog with a bone.
He's had a taste and he's
never gonna stop wanting it.
- Tell me what I have to do.
- How's he doing?
- Grab me a Section 71.
- Really, what did he say?
- Nothing yet, but he wants
to, wants to give it all up,
but not until we show
him his immunity.
- Where is he?
- He's downstairs.
I mean, I think we really
might have, Lilly, it's Nipper.
I know, I'm good,
love, thank you,
can you put me
through to Du Rose?
Can you fill that out for me?
He's, he's where?
Oh, right, yeah, thanks, love.
[receiver clattering]
He's at bloody dinner,
Scott's in Mayfair,
la-di-bloody-da.
- I'll take it to him
here, don't worry
about that, I'll do it.
- No, you go and get
him and bring him here,
it'll be quicker,
Payne's on the edge
and I don't want him
thinking for too long.
Sergeant, don't take
no for an answer.
- Yes, sir.
[tense melodic music]
[mellow melodic music]
- Nipper, what couldn't wait,
that I had to cut short a
dinner with the Home Secretary?
[glasses clattering]
[paper rustling]
I'm not signing this.
- He's on the ropes,
sir, we've got him.
- He's an accountant,
not a boxer.
- He-he's got enough
to put them away.
- How long for?
- Long enough to
loosen some lips
and then others will
turn Queen's evidence
and we'll strike a deal
for the real stuff.
Sir, it's a start.
- And if no one
talks like last time
and the time before that?
- Once they realize that
they're not untouchable,
they'll open up.
- No one's gonna open up
over tax evasion charges,
hardly gonna make
the front pages, hm.
- Sorry, what are
we trying to do,
are we chasing
villains or headlines?
- Watch it, we're on the same
side, you condescending prat.
Now you're gonna bring
them up on murder
under the Queens peace
with malice aforethought,
express or implied, or I
will find someone who will.
And where are my
bloody daily reports?
Take me back to my
meeting, Sergeant.
- John,
without Payne, we're
back to square one.
- Superintendent, you
never left square one.
Come on, Sergeant,
if we're quick,
I might make it
back for dessert.
- What's he got
against you, guv?
- I don't know.
Nothing.
He's so terrified
of making a decision
in case he has to take
responsibility for a wrong one.
It's what happens
as you climb up,
you get fearful for the fall.
You could do a lot worse
than follow his example,
if you want to get on.
- [sighs] So what do
we do about Payne, guv?
- Well, we may have
lost him and Exley,
but we're not done for yet.
Well, the Firm don't
know we're onto them, so
we'll go back to the
files, we pick them apart,
then we get someone to talk.
- Right, but what
about Payne, sir?
- Oh, Christ, um, are you
alright to give him a lift?
- Yes, sir.
- Oh, right.
Thanks.
[car rumbling quietly]
[car doors thudding]
- [Alan] Another
Saturday morning.
- [Algy] Wait, the
guv's car's not here.
You don't think...
You say what you
like, we'll walk in,
he'll be sitting right
there where he always does
with a new list of brainwaves.
He's not here.
We've actually beat him.
Hey, hand it bloody here.
- Alright.
- Come on.
[notes rustling]
- Double or quits,
if you can find out why
he wears a ladies watch.
- Give over.
- Get out of his arse.
He wears a woman's watch, don't
tell me that's not suspect.
- Morning.
- No car today, guv?
- It was made in 1928.
It's amazing, it
keeps perfect time.
- [Algy] Sir, we
couldn't help noticing.
- That it's a ladies watch?
- [Algy] Yes, sir.
- That's very observant.
You know, you should apply
that rigor to the current case,
we'll have this thing
wrapped up by Monday.
- [Algy] Yes, sir.
- What time does that
cafe open on Saturdays?
- [Algy] Mr. Farlow's?
- Er, seven.
- Grab your coats, I'm
taking you for brekkie.
- And what, it's
about bloody time
we got a decent cup of coffee.
- We can bring them back
in one of those new
polystyrene cups.
- You know, I don't
get the point of those.
- What? They're magic,
light as you like,
keeps the tea warm as long
as you need, disposable.
- Yeah, but why don't you just
drink the tea in the cafe?
- 'Cause I want
to bring it here.
- But we've got tea here and
a kettle and water and mugs.
- What if I was going
somewhere that didn't?
- Well, then you just
drink it in the cafe.
- You watch, everyone will
be drinking like that.
- I've forgotten my
fags, I'll catch you up.
- [Algy] Who's this?
- [Nipper] Get rid of her.
- Morning, madam.
- Superintendent Read?
- [Algy] You can't
be in here, madam,
this is an ongoing
police investigation.
- I know, that's
exactly why I'm here.
- [Algy] I must
ask you to leave.
- I ain't going anywhere,
until I've spoken to
Superintendent Read.
- I'm Read.
- I don't appreciate being
given the run around, Mr. Read.
- Quite.
- I'm Sylvia McVitie,
Jack McVitie's wife.
[soft tense music]
[kettle whistling]
[water pouring]
Lord knows, Jack wasn't
always on the level,
right, he could
be a real bastard,
I admit, even to me,
but that's no reason to excuse
what those evil twins done.
- What makes you think that
the Krays killed your husband?
- Well, I'm not stupid,
I know what happened,
he didn't pay them
off, so they done him.
- The fact is that our-
- No, I'm not finished,
Mr. Read, so can you
imagine my heart,
when I'm told that
someone's after him,
when someone's gonna
get justice for my Jack?
- Excuse me, I-
- I'm told you're doing
a police investigation
for Jack's murder
and do I have anything to say?
Well, too right I do,
I've got a lot to say.
- [Nipper] Who was it,
was it a posh gentleman
with gray hair and a mustache?
- No, he was Scottish in his
forties driving a Morris.
[soft tense music]
- When was this?
- Last week.
So all week I wait in, all week.
I don't want to go out,
in case I miss him,
I've got my neighbors going to
get me fags for me, nothing.
So I get on the phone
to your lot at the Yard.
- Please tell me you didn't-
- Give me the right
runaround, they did,
"I'm just transferring you now,
"I'm just putting you
on hold, Mrs. McVitie.
"Can I put you through to
someone else, blah, blah, blah."
I must've spoke to about a
million different people,
before finally I spoke to
someone called Du Rose.
Lovely man and he sends
me over here to you.
- What happened to you two?
I got all the way there.
- That's him.
- Oh, shit.
- Where the bloody
hell have you been?
I've been waiting
indoors all week for you.
- Well,
don't you think Mrs. McVitie
deserves an explanation?
[tense melodic music]
What were you doing?
I mean, I expressly told you,
you know what I told you.
- Sir.
- Now every desk in Scotland
Yard knows what we're up to,
every pub in East London
is talking about us,
you've killed us!
- It's not his fault.
- Then who's bloody fault is it?
Get your stuff, you're done.
- Fine.
- Superintendent.
- Shut up!
You disobeyed a direct order!
Bloody hell, Al, it's
not even that, it's...
You know it was stupid!
Flushed the entire
investigation down the toilet.
- Okay, I'm going.
- Not to mention
putting the welfare,
possibly even the life
of a civilian in danger!
- Just tell him, mate.
- Tell me what?
- It isn't his fault.
- Oh, oh, this should
be bloody good.
- Um, Du Rose.
When I drove him
back to the dinner,
he told me that if I found a way
to jumpstart the
investigation...
- What did he offer you?
Bloody hell.
- [Alan] What was I supposed
to do, sir? He outranks you.
- And you knew about this?
I mean, that was
over a week ago.
- Du Rose ordered us to
report back to him all along.
- [Nipper] And did you?
[door crashing open]
[soft orchestral music]
[Nipper breathing heavily]
[melodic orchestral music]
- Listen, thanks,
mate, you're a savior.
[receiver clattering]
- You're still here?
- Sir?
Look, I know I made a mistake
and I'll understand if
you still want me gone,
but I found somewhere safe
for Mrs. McVitie to stay,
it's out in Aylesbury, a
mate of mine from back home,
nothing to do with
the Met or the Krays.
- If that woman ends up in the
bottom of the Regent's Canal,
you, the two of you, you've
got blood on your hands.
- Understood.
- And now?
- I've got no choice.
- Sir, stop,
don't call this off.
Fuck's sake, sir,
don't pull the plug,
we can still talk to Du Rose.
- It's Nipper.
I need some bodies for a swoop,
16 primary locations,
all East and up to 10 secondary.
You're not gonna
forgive me for this,
but it's tomorrow, dawn.
[tense melodic music]
30, 3-0 officers, yes,
you heard me right
with a dozen rated for firearms.
No, Frank, I know
it's short notice.
- Guv, what's going on? Al?
- Frank, that is brilliant.
Thank you, no, I know
he's gonna find out,
but it will be too late.
I will call you in an
hour with details, yes.
Thank you.
[receiver clattering]
- You're bringing in the Krays?
- The Krays, all of them,
the whole damn Firm.
Our cover's blown,
they know we're
coming after them.
If we don't bring them in
now, they'll evaporate.
[melodic orchestral music]
[soft tense music]
- Alright.
[watch ticking]
My mother gave it to me.
- She doesn't need it anymore?
- Not since I was
four years old.
[hand patting]
[soft tense music]
[footsteps ascending stairs]
[soft tense music]
- Listen, listen.
[door clicking open]
[tense melodic music]
[door clicking open]
[tense melodic music]
[dramatic music]
[man grunting]
[tense melodic music]
[door thudding]
[door clicking open]
- [Algy] Police, don't
move, stay where you are!
- Ronald Kray, you
are under arrest.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense,
if you do not mention,
when questioned, something which
you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
- And couldn't you have
waited till after breakfast?
[soft melodic music]
Call me.
Oi, you fucking pig,
hands off him, you cunt!
[bottle shattering]
[tense melodic music]
[men grunting]
Get off!
[tense jazz music]
Get off!
Nice job, you plonker.
- Come on.
[soft tense music]
[background detainees
talking loudly]
[receiver clattering]
- Du Rose,
wandering around Scotland
Yard handing out cigars,
claiming he's taken
down the Krays.
- We've got till nine
tomorrow to charge someone.
- He's gonna go berserk,
when he finds out we've
got nothing on them.
- No, he isn't.
- Sir, he is.
- No, 'cause we're gonna
find something to put on them
and we're gonna make it stick.
- In 24 hours?
- And by the way, we
haven't got nothing.
We've got something that
nobody's ever had before
and that is the Krays and
the Firm in custody together.
I don't care if it's triple
murder or parking tickets,
we've just got to keep
them off the streets,
until we find something
to nail them with,
start at A and go through
to Z and Sergeant,
you can sweat them hard, but
I don't want any accidents.
- Well, that's the thing
about accidents, sir,
you don't see them coming.
- What about K, sir?
- I'll deal with K.
[somber orchestral music]
[door thudding]
[Nipper exhaling heavily]
[file thudding quietly]
- Well, have a seat,
Superintendent.
- Here we are again,
back for more punishment.
Do you hate yourself
or something?
- How's your day going so far?
- Pretty good as it goes,
got nearly a score of
villains locked up.
- Illegally detained.
- The law gives me 24 hours,
that's 17 crooks for 24 hours,
that's 408 hours of
quality conversation.
- Now that's a lot
of talking, Ron,
or it would be, if any
of them actually spoke.
- Oh, you can talk to
them as long as you like,
Superintendent, they
won't talk back,
'cause real friends
don't turn their backs
on their own kind.
- I hear Jack McVitie's not
very sociable these days.
- Oh, the Hat?
- Last I heard, he
was living in Spain.
- Must have a lovely tan by now.
- By now?
Interesting, when
did he leave us?
They say he owed you
quite a bit of money.
- Who's they?
- What was it, a monkey?
That's a lot of bread.
- For a tie clip, maybe.
- I mean, you see, that's
what I don't understand.
Someone who owes you
money wandering around,
sorry, lying about getting
a tan on the Costa Del Sol.
I mean, that can't
be good for business.
- We'll have to try
and forgive him, Ron.
Some people just read too
much into the rubbish they see
splattered across
the newspapers.
- Whoever you've been talking
to clearly ain't one of us.
- I wouldn't worry, Ron.
I don't think Nipper knows very
much about old Jack the Hat.
As a matter of fact,
I don't think Nipper knows
very much about anything.
If he doesn't charge us
with something in the next,
how long's left now?
I'm gonna take a
guess, say 20 hours,
won't be long before we
can familiarize ourself
with whoever's been
poisoning Mr. Read's ear.
Maybe if they just got to
know us a little better,
they'd realize quite
how mistaken they were.
- Now that sounds like a threat.
- Oh, we don't make threats,
Mr. Read, that'd be rude,
much like your allegations
about our business.
- Let's talk about
your business then.
- We're just trying to
make our way in our manor.
You see, we come from
nothing, Mr. Read, nothing,
flogging old rags
door-to-door, pennies.
You can't blame a bloke for
trying to improve his situation.
- Do me a favor, the hard luck
working man ticket, really?
- I would've thought you of
all people would understand.
Your old man having to
pull you out of school,
'cause he couldn't
afford the uniform.
Oh, what, you thought
you were the only one,
who'd done your homework?
We know all about you, Leonard.
Working man, short stint
in the forces, handy boxer.
You're just like us.
- Except you're not,
you're nothing like us.
You turned your back
on your own kind.
Do you know what they
call people like that?
It's called a fucking traitor.
I knew a guy like that
in Long Grove once,
self-destructive
behavior, it's called.
Apparently it stems
from unresolved grief.
How'd you cope growing
up without your mum?
[soft orchestral music]
Do you ever wonder why
she was taken from you?
Do you ever lie awake at night
wondering why you couldn't
have had one more year?
One more week?
Why she left you?
Why she gave up so easily?
- Maybe it's because
she couldn't stand
the fucking sight of him.
[dramatic music]
[papers rustling]
[table clattering]
- Come on then, you fucker,
let's have it right now.
[soft tense music]
Pick one of us, we'll do it
right here, winner walks out.
[soft tense music]
- [laughs] Now that's why
your old man farmed you off
the second the
dirt hit her grave.
We've still got our people
and our mum.
She loves us very much.
- I'm gonna take you
down, the both of you.
- Tell you what,
you've got the smarts to
make a good fist of it,
I'll give you that.
Hiding out here
wasn't a bad idea,
but you ain't gonna win.
You've got the brains,
you sure as hell ain't
got the stomach for it.
- You don't know me very well.
- No one's gonna
talk to you, Nipper,
for the simple fact that
they like who we are
and they don't like who you are.
That ain't ever gonna change,
no matter how fucking
tricky you get.
[hand slapping]
- Fuck off!
- Go on then.
Fruity.
[tense melodic music]
[door clicking open]
[door thudding]
[tense melodic music]
[background detainees talking]
[soft orchestral music]
[gun firing]
[George thudding to floor]
[gun firing]
- She's there.
She's going out later.
- Are you sure about this?
- Course I'm not sure.
- Just say the word and
we pick them back up.
- Go now before
I change my mind.
[soft orchestral music]
[gate rattling]
[car rumbling]
[car door clicking open]
[car door thudding]
[barmaid grunting]
[barmaid thudding to floor]
[barmaid breathing fearfully]
[barmaid gasping]
- Please, whatever
you think I've-
- Ssh!
Pick a number
between one and 10.
- I don't understand.
- Number!
[barmaid gasping]
Don't look at him.
Between one and-
- I don't, six.
- Good.
Good, she's got it.
Now,
I'm going to give
you six chances
to tell me why you're here.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- One.
- [Barmaid] I-I don't
know what you mean.
- Two.
- I promise you, I
haven't said a word.
Please, just, just
let me go. [sobbing]
[soft tense music]
[hammer thudding]
- [Alan] Three.
- [Barmaid] What do
you want from me?
[soft tense music]
[barmaid sobbing]
- Four.
- I don't know what you want.
- Put her on the chair.
- No, no, no, please
don't hurt me.
No, no, no!
No, please!
- [Alan] Keep her still.
- I haven't said
anything, I promise,
I haven't said a word.
[tense melodic music]
[soft orchestral music]
[barmaid sobbing fearfully]
[tense melodic music]
- Five.
- [Barmaid] Whatever happened
had nothing to do with me.
[footsteps descending stairs]
I never said anything to anyone.
- For someone who never
said anything to anyone,
you don't half do
a lot of talking.
Hold her wrists.
- She doesn't know!
- Do it!
[tense melodic music]
Six.
- She'll tell Mr. Kray,
I didn't say anything
about that night, I
wouldn't say a word.
I know better than to give
him up, his secret's safe.
- Stop!
Let go of her!
Step away from her, Sergeant.
- She saw it all, she
saw Ronnie that night.
[barmaid sobbing]
- Go on, both of you,
get out of here!
- She named him, guv.
[soft tense music]
- Obstructing the
course of justice
is a serious crime, miss.
- They were officers?
What the fuck?
- I'd like you to make
a statement for me.
- You think I'm gonna
talk to you now?
- You already have.
We know you know.
- They'll kill me.
- Not if we put them away.
- You really think
you can do that?
- I've already nicked them.
Help me finish this.
- Do I have a choice?
You're a disgrace.
- You could've sent
her the other way!
I feel sick.
- It was a calculated risk.
- It was bang out of order!
- What does it matter,
if it works?
- You let them do that to me?
- If you could take me through
what you saw that night,
the night George Cornell
was shot in the head.
[soft tense music]
- Every time a door
slams or a glass breaks,
it's like that gun goes
off over and over again.
You know, sometimes
when I close my eyes...
I'd been on since
six, when we opened,
strangely the night
started quiet.
I didn't even notice who it
was, when they walked in.
[door creaking]
- Well, look who's
just turned up.
- It was only when
they said the name.
- The great Ron Kray.
[gun firing]
[George thudding to floor]
[soft tense music]
He looked right at me,
smirking.
[soft tense music]
[Ronnie breathing heavily]
[soft melodic music]
It was like anyone would
think he'd cashed a slip in
at the bookies, not shot
a fella in the face.
It makes me sick even now, just,
I can't, I can't
sleep most nights,
because...
He's there, when
I close my eyes,
Ronnie Kray grinning.
[soft tense music]
[gun clicking]
Except he's pointing
the gun at me.
I-I just, I-I can't-
- It's alright, it's alright,
that's enough.
With what you've just told me,
we can put Ronnie away
for the rest of his life.
- You mean that?
- I mean it.
- [Barmaid] That Ian
Barrie was there too,
[gun firing]
waving his gun round
like a lunatic.
- That's enough, that's
more than enough.
- What, what about
the other one?
Reggie.
- Because of you,
you've given me time to
be able to work on him.
- Wait, you said
you had them both.
- We do, yeah.
- So, so what do you
mean work on him?
Like what, what happens
to me, if it doesn't work?
- Like I said to
you, you're safe.
Any involvement of yours will
be completely confidential.
Any official records you'll
be listed as, as, as Mrs. X,
no one will ever know
that you were the one,
who gave evidence.
- You're an idiot.
Who else they gonna think it is,
when they hear
what I have to say?
- But we are so close.
- That dream of mine, that
wasn't a dream at all,
it was a premonition.
- No, no, that's not true.
- If one of them is
out, he won't stop,
until he finds the
person responsible
for banging up his brother.
So no,
until you have Reggie,
there's no way I'm telling
anyone what I just told you.
[Nipper sighing]
- Without her on the
record, we're empty.
Nothing sticks.
They'll muck us about
for the next 10 hours
and then we'll have
to let them go.
We're this close and yet we
couldn't be further away.
- What do we do now?
- I'm sorry lads,
I'm out of ideas.
- [Algy] It's not
your fault, sir.
Do you want me to
go and release them?
- Thank you, Sergeant.
- No, fuck them.
I mean, if we can't charge them,
at least let them wake
up with a bit of cramp.
- Sir.
[papers rustling]
[soft orchestral music]
[files thudding]
[paper rustling]
[soft orchestral music]
[melodic orchestral music]
[car rumbling]
[car door thudding]
- [Nipper] We have to
let them go at nine,
so we've got under
an hour, come on.
[car door thudding]
- "Just 'cause you're paranoid
"don't mean they're
not after you."
- So you have read it?
- What are you
two talking about?
- It doesn't matter that no
one broke the code of silence,
only that the Krays
think that someone has.
- [Algy] So we pick a patsy?
- No, Sergeant, we get
the Krays to do it for us,
all on their own, straight
from the horse's mouth
and then we swoop in
and we offer immunity.
But because it was the barmaid,
that gave us the information
and not actually one of them,
we get Du Rose to sign a
Section 71 Immunity Agreement
and then we've got them.
- [Algy] But how are
we gonna do that?
- Alright, Nip.
- Only he gets to call me that.
- Come and have a look at this.
[mellow melodic music]
Not too small for you?
- It's perfect.
[upbeat jazz music]
[cart wheels rattling]
[mellow melodic music]
- Yep.
[mellow melodic music]
- If this doesn't work,
we're all going down.
[table scraping floor]
- Oh, ye of little faith.
- [Algy] How far forward
did he want this?
- [Alan] An hour, he said.
[mellow melodic music]
[box thudding]
- Alright, let's bring them in.
[men chattering]
- [Man] Cup of tea,
that's all I want.
- [Man] I want a paper
as well. [laughing]
- What's happening here?
- Don't know.
- Give two stars overall.
[all chattering]
[door thudding]
- What's happening here?
You cheeky bastards!
Hey, hey, hey, don't walk off!
There's no doors out here, hey!
[soft tense music]
- [Algy] Clock's set, guv.
- Alright, let's get this done.
[soft orchestral music]
[soft tense music]
- About time.
Come on.
[mellow rock music]
- Hey, that's Ian Barrie.
- Where are they taking him?
- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Where the fuck are we going?
- Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.
- Where the fuck are we going?
[mellow rock music]
- Have a seat, gentlemen.
[Ronnie exhaling heavily]
- Naughty, naughty, Nipper,
your 24 hours have
been and gone.
- The situation's developed.
- Developed?
- You'll see.
[button clicking]
[tape recorder whirring]
[button clicking]
- No one said nothing
and no one's gonna,
no matter how long you keep us.
[button clicking]
[tape recorder whirring]
[button clicking]
- Come on, Reggie, we're off.
- No more last words?
George Cornell
on the other hand,
his words were very revealing.
- Now don't say a word, Ronnie.
You must think we're daft.
- Come on.
- Yes, you get the same deal,
solicitor's on their way.
He'll confirm,
when he gets here.
[door thudding]
- What you talking about?
- What the fuck is going on?
Where you taking Albert?
- He's bullshitting,
Ron, let us out.
- I mean, you're right,
Donoghue might not cut
the perfect deal, but
there's always Ian Barrie.
- Oh, now, why the fuck?
- Don't say a word, Ron.
There's no deal to be cut.
- But someone must've
spoken, mustn't they?
'Cause otherwise,
how would I know what
Cornell said to you
right before you shot
him in the head Ron?
- Shut your mouth.
- You think it went
something like,
"Well, just look who's turned
up, the great Ron Kray?"
- He's bullshitting, Ron,
all of it, he's having us on.
- But you've got to
ask yourself, right,
how would I know that?
- You tell me.
- You must have a grass.
- Leave it.
- You fucking what?
[tape recorder
thudding to floor]
- Hey, Ron, drop him!
- Don't you fucking touch me,
or it'll be the
last thing you do.
[tense melodic music]
You tell me the truth,
who have you spoken to?
You don't think I don't see
what you're trying to do?
You're trying to
get inside here.
Trying to tear us apart.
Well, it won't work.
Now who grassed?
The truth this time.
- Frustrating, isn't it,
when people don't speak?
- Tell me!
[melodic suspenseful music]
- It was the barmaid, the
barmaid from the Blind Beggar.
- What?
- She turned you in.
- Why ain't you charged me then?
[door clicking open]
- Guvnor!
[men grunting]
[door thudding loudly]
- Guv, what have you done?
- We've signed that
woman's death warrant.
- They were gonna see the mic,
I had to make a
choice in the moment.
[door clicking open]
[button clicking]
[machine whirring]
- [Ronnie] They got me.
- [Reggie] Fucking hell, Ronnie.
Something don't feel right,
him giving up a
witness like that.
- Oh, it was either that
or he'd piss his pants.
- No, all the same.
[muffled Krays talking]
[soft tense music]
But he's too stiff to keep
us here after he should.
- No, he's fucking got
something, I know he does.
I should've choked the life
out of the scrawny pig,
when I had the chance.
- [Ronnie] You ain't
half interested in him.
- [Reggie] It's easy,
we get one of the boys
to take one for the Firm.
We get one of the boys
to take one for the Firm.
I'll have a mug sing for us.
- [Ronnie] It might be
better, if you do it.
[door clicking open]
- What in God's name
is going on here?
- [Ronnie] I'll get out,
I'll deal with that-
- Are you recording them?
What are you thinking?
Turn this off.
- [Ronnie] But
you're in it an all.
- Turn it off.
You're breaking the law,
Superintendent, all of you.
- It's completely legal,
we're not recording.
- So tell me what the
bloody hell you're doing.
- Please, sir, I
just need one moment.
Please.
- [Reggie] Who's it gonna be?
- [Ronnie] It's Albert
Donoghue.
No, he's listening anyway.
If it weren't for him,
we wouldn't be here.
- [Reggie] So you
want me to tell him?
- [Ronnie] No, we'll
do it together.
I'm gonna sue these pigs
for every fucking
penny they've got.
- Jesus, man, get him out of
there, before they kill him.
I want them all released,
water, toilet visits,
whatever they want.
What are you waiting for?
- You get the water.
I'll make double sure they
get to use the toilet,
those that need to, sir.
- I always said you had a
bright future, Sergeant.
If the slightest
sliver of this debacle
comes back to bite us,
you'll regret you
ever joined the force.
[mellow melodic music]
[door clicking open]
[door thudding]
- What, you gonna
hold it for me an all?
[door clicking open]
[door thudding]
Shit.
What do you want?
- You know what I want,
just like you know, when
the Krays turn on you,
there's no going back.
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe in a year,
your time with the
Firm is borrowed.
- You set them up.
I'll put them right.
- You're gonna negotiate
with the Krays for your life?
- Well, you ain't
left me no choice.
- There's always a choice.
- Take the offer, Albert,
before it's too late.
[soft orchestral music]
- You had us all
along, didn't you?
- Did we?
- Course you did.
Just needed someone
to go on record.
- Can we count on you?
[soft orchestral music]
- Where do you want me to start?
- Why don't we start
at the beginning?
[melodic orchestral music]
[door clicking open]
[clock ticking]
It's got to be done
away from the Yard
with a small team
from the regions
and I'm gonna need a warehouse.
[door thudding]
[mellow melodic music]
[melodic orchestral music]
[mellow rock music]
[dynamic melodic music]
[gears clanking]
[somber orchestral music]
- No, no, you won't have to
go through Commander Du Rose
or anyone else, you'll
report directly to me.
The case would make you
the youngest Detective
Superintendent
in the history of the
Metropolitan Police.
- You know that I'm
not really interested
in that sort of thing, sir.
I don't know how I can
say no more simply.
- I'm giving you another
bite at these bastards,
opportunities like this
don't come very often.
Don't you wanna finish
what you started?
- The Krays have got the
whole of the East End
in a bloody muzzle, no
one will go on the record.
That's a pretty significant
piece of the puzzle, sir.
- Well, if it's
a puzzle, Nipper,
then it must have a solution.
You'll have the full weight
of the Met at your disposal.
- If they didn't have so many
of our men in their pocket,
we wouldn't have to be here
in a cupboard in a basement.
- I had to return a file.
[soft orchestral music]
Well, can't blame me for trying.
Now do me a favor, old chap
and pop that in the Cornell
box for me, would you?
- [Nipper] Sir.
- I'll see you upstairs.
[door thudding]
[soft orchestral music]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[man breathing raggedly]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
[tea pouring]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
- Please, please, please,
please, please, please.
- [Reggie] Give me those.
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[blow thudding]
- [Ronnie] I reckon he's
had enough, you know.
- [Reggie] Pardon?
- [Ronnie] I'm just
saying, if he grassed,
he'd probably share the details,
while he's still got
the teeth to do it.
[blows thudding]
He ain't a rat, if he
was, he'd be dead already.
- I just thought-
- His brother.
He started out with a girl,
unless he's Scotland Yard.
We thought we'd send
him, and anyone else
with the inclination to flap
their gums, a little message.
[car horn tooting]
- Get up, get up!
- No, no, no, no, no, no,
please don't, please don't!
I swear on my mother's
eternal grave.
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[man breathing fearfully]
[soft tense music]
[man screaming in pain]
[car rumbling quietly]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
[car rumbling]
[muffled pop music]
Love will call
it a Trojan horse
[car rumbling quietly]
Would you give to
[soft orchestral music]
[car rumbling quietly]
[muffled pop music]
Won't you love, won't
you love to meet me there
Tonight, tonight
- [Man] Can you hear me?
Hey, mister, who
did this to you?
- I don't know, I
didn't see a thing.
[somber orchestral music]
- [Trevor] Morning, guv.
- Cup of tea for you, guv?
[soft haunting music]
Are you, are you
gonna finish this one?
It's freezing, how
long you been here?
- 5:53.
[soft orchestral music]
Over 1000 witnesses.
Just need to find
one, who will talk.
- Easy to say, ey, guv?
Here you are.
- Thanks, Frank.
[somber orchestral music]
[car horn tooting]
- Nipper!
- [Frank] No one
knows we're here, guv.
[car horn tooting]
[Frank groaning]
- Hey!
- What's he doing here?
Hey, guv, it's
Commander Du Rose.
- Oh, shit!
I'll go get him, you
tell him to shut up
and move their bloody cars.
Fuck!
Trev, turn that board round.
[car engines idling]
[footsteps running]
- Oi!
Someone's coming down now.
Get your cars out of sight.
[soft orchestral music]
[cars rumbling]
- [John] We've been driving
around for half a bloody hour.
- [Nipper] Morning, sir, if
I'd have known you were coming,
I would have sent
somebody to meet you.
- So this is where
you've been hiding.
- Well, I wouldn't
say hiding, sir.
- Come on then, let's see it.
- Sir, excuse me.
- Oh, what a tip.
What's the latest,
Superintendent?
- With all due
respect, Commander, I
don't report to you.
- It's Acting Deputy
Assistant Commissioner
as of Wednesday.
Which way?
- This way.
What happened to Brodie?
- Stroke, which doesn't
alter that you now answer
specifically, directly
and promptly to me.
- Sorry, sir, just
wasn't made aware.
- [John] It's a surprise
you're aware of anything
all the way out
here or us of you.
- [Nipper] Well, that's
the way it needs to be.
I'm sure I don't need to tell
you, sir, that the Krays-
- [John] Oh, let
me stop you there.
The whole East End might
believe they have a direct line
into the heart of Scotland Yard,
but you know, as well
as I do, that's a myth
spread by the Krays themselves
to discourage informants.
- [Nipper] Spoken
like a true diplomat.
- [John] Careful,
Superintendent,
the Krays are con
men, not gangsters.
- [Nipper] What if you're wrong?
- Well, either way,
this little circus
is tied up in my
predecessor's budget
and since the Metropolitan
Police have already paid for it,
I'm not gonna be the one
to throw it in the rubbish.
- Thank you, sir, we're
just through here.
- Don't thank me
quite yet though,
I might not be able to reverse
the mistakes I've inherited,
but I can damn well modify them.
- [Nipper] Sir, we don't
need any more officers
at this stage.
- Oh, well, that's fortunate.
You two, gather your things,
you're going back
to your stations.
- Commander, these are, these
are my boys, I trust them.
- What's wrong with us?
- And I'm sure they'll be
discrete, once they've gone.
You'll now work with
officers that I trust
to get the job done.
- Sir, c I have a word?
- In your office?
- Commander.
Sir, once we start
arresting villains,
it's gonna, it's
gonna get complicated.
With all due respect
to you and to them,
I don't know these men.
- They're from Glasgow
and Leeds, Nipper.
Might as well be from the moon,
as far as the Krays
are concerned.
- What is it you're saying?
- He's saying he can
rely on us and not you.
- Aye, how do I know
I can trust him?
- You should do your homework
before you run your mouth.
You might want to start with
the Great Train Robbery,
fucking hell.
- Didn't help him bring down
the Krays the first time.
- Ah, if I need to
explain it to you,
you must be a fucking idiot.
- Are you and I
gonna have a problem?
- Yeah, I hope so.
- Alright, you two, back off!
Sir, we haven't even
started and he's-
- Nipper, it's done.
We'll review your
progress in two weeks.
Meantime, I'd like
daily update reports.
Where's your stuff?
- Car, sir.
- What's it doing in the...
Nevermind, get on with it.
Well, come on, you two, plenty
for you to do at the shop.
[Nipper sighing]
[chair wheels rattling]
[car door thudding]
[somber orchestral music]
- You can sit wherever you like.
If I see you threaten
another officer again,
by the time I'm through with
you, you're gonna be begging me
to throw the book at
you, you understand?
Tea and biscuits are over
here, I'm milk and one.
The heater's obvious, it
gets bloody chilly in here.
- Oh, it's just a gift, sort of.
I've only got a few pages in.
- Might be all you
do get for a while.
You'd better get
reading, fellas.
- [Alan] Oh, my God.
- And lads,
there will be a test.
[soft orchestral music]
Do me a favor and
don't do that in here.
You're surrounded
by an entire decade
of flammable police work,
most of it only one copy.
Nothing about this inquiry
goes passed these four walls.
Anybody asks you
anything, you say nothing,
including other officers,
wherever their rank,
whatever they ask
you, you say nothing.
- Even on the job?
- Especially on the job, the
Krays have ears everywhere.
- Well, we're fucked then.
From another town,
don't know anyone.
They'll think we're a ghost
squad dabbing other cops.
- Let them, it'll
keep prying eyes away.
The one advantage we have
is that they don't
know we're after them.
We jeopardize that,
then we're done for.
- Kiss goodbye to your
social life, mate.
- Sergeant.
You're about to take down
one of the most ruthless
organizations in
Britain's history.
You don't have a social life.
Now tell me you understand.
- Sir.
- Good.
[board wheels rattling]
[soft orchestral music]
- [Algy] There's got to
be 40 players up there.
- [Alan] Yeah,
and three of us.
- Better get started then.
[mellow melodic music]
[clock ticking]
- [Alan] Morning.
- [Nipper] Morning.
- [Alan] Bloody hell,
does he even have a home?
[clock ticking]
[mellow rock music]
[clock ticking]
- [Alan] That's the last.
- Well done, boys.
Basically it all boils
down to two cases.
If we're gonna send the
Krays down once and for all
and that is our mission,
we have to crack these two.
- Jack McVitie, enforcer,
missing since October '67.
Owed the Krays money,
that he didn't pay back.
- Yeah, we don't
know what it was for,
but we think they
had him killed.
[missile thudding]
[glass thudding to floor]
[eerie melodic music]
[water splashing]
[soft melodic music]
- George Cornell, on the
evening of 9th of March, 1966.
[background people chattering]
Cornell enters the Blind Beggar,
a public house in Whitechapel
with a mate, Albie Woods,
also known to the police.
- What was he doing there?
- No one knows,
Cornell was an enforcer
for the Richardson
crime family by blood.
No one remembers seeing
anything out of the ordinary,
not till 8:40.
[background people chattering]
[clock ticking]
[clock hand whirring]
[clock ticking]
[background people chattering]
[soft tense music]
[gun firing]
[George thudding to floor]
[gun firing]
[door clicking open]
They actually brought in
Ronnie for an ID parade.
The barmaid was supposed
to attend a lineup,
but she bottled it last minute.
[soft tense music]
[barmaid breathing heavily]
[soft tense music]
- What did you see?
- I can't, I can't, I'm sorry.
- [Alan] She definitely
saw something.
- We don't know what she saw.
- His brain's all over the
bar, for crying out loud.
- She's terrified, she knows
what they're capable of.
- Well then, we need to
make her more scared of us,
than she is of them.
- You think carefully
before you say another word.
- Oh no, I'm just saying,
if you want me to
push her a little bit.
- I thought I made it clear,
that's not how I work,
I was very specific.
Nothing we do is worse than
they're gonna get out of there.
In here, it's a few hours,
out there, it's the
rest of their lives.
- What the fuck are we
doing sitting around here
with our thumbs up our arses
leafing through mountains of
shit any Tom, Dick or Harry
could find out about
the fucking Krays?
- We will do what we have to
do to solve the case, we're-
Hold on, what did you say?
- I'm sorry about the colorful
language, sir, it's too-
- No, not that bit.
- He said that any Tom, Dick or-
- Dick or Harry could learn
about the Krays, of course.
Of course.
[soft tense music]
We've been doing it the
wrong way round for years.
We don't investigate the murder.
- [Alan] Then how do you
expect to bang them up?
- No, no, that's
still the end game,
it's just not our next move.
We, we learn about crimes and
then we look for witnesses.
- Isn't that how it works?
- It can't be like
that with the Krays,
because people are
scared for their lives,
they're intimidated.
We've got to do it
the other way around,
we've got to, we've got to
find the witnesses and get it,
get the witnesses to
lead us to the crimes.
Someone who can give us a
thread, that we don't know,
what no Tom, Dick
or Harry could.
It doesn't matter what it is,
it just needs to
be new information.
We pull all this down
and we start again,
we create a timeline,
[soft orchestral music]
any activity, anything at
all, charged or suspected,
we establish who is in and
who is out of the Firm,
but most importantly, when.
To solve this, we don't
look at the facts,
the immovable, we look
at what's changed.
We redo the board, not in
hierarchy, but in time.
Forget persons of interest,
I don't care who's close to the
action, I want the opposite,
I want to know who's
dropped out of the frame.
You see, they're not like us,
we're, we're fluid,
we're moveable,
we're, we're designed
to come and go,
but they're not like that,
they're solid, they're firm
and only something very
significant changes that,
it's when someone leaves.
Whoever leaves, that's who
we've got a chance of squeezing,
that's who we might,
just might get to talk.
[melodic orchestral music]
Let's get started.
[paper rustling]
[soft tense music]
[mellow rock music]
Donoghue shouldn't be there.
- [Algy] It says there, Reggie
shot him in the leg in '64.
- Believe it or not, that
was his route into the Firm,
not out, see, that's
what we're up against,
he gets shot in the leg
and he says nothing,
it's a shame as well,
'cause he's the driver,
he's seen the lot.
[blows thudding]
[men grunting]
["Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert]
Mickey Fawcett, claims
he's out of the Firm,
he runs a pub now near the
steam ship in Silverlands.
- Ah see, that's down by the
docks, that's Kray territory.
He may be inactive,
but he wouldn't be able
to work down there, if there
was bad blood, scratch him,
which leaves us
with Billy Exley.
- Moved out of East
London, early '67, Norfolk.
Maybe he fancied a view.
- Didn't think there were
any views in Norfolk,
it's all flat, isn't it?
- He's running.
[paper rustling]
- You're not wrong.
[soft tense music]
[mellow jazz music]
- [Alan] He's finally acting.
- It's all very
theatrical, Superintendent.
Very cloak and dagger.
We're just having a
little chat, right?
- Either seat's fine.
- What the fuck is going on?
[soft tense music]
You ain't Hitchcock, Nipper.
What's wrong with a
nice warm office, yeah?
- After you.
We only want to
pick your brains.
- [Billy] Well, I've got
a bad ticker, you know.
- We know.
[soft tense music]
- What are you
trying to do to me?
- You know, these
kitchens used to serve
half the cafes in the borough.
The stoves were over there
and they used to hang
the meat over there.
You know, I've always wondered
why do they have to hang
game so long after it's dead,
I mean, doesn't it go off?
- I actually don't know.
- Oh, that's odd, we
assumed that having moved
to the countryside last year,
you'd taken up the
noble sport of hunting.
- [Billy] Leave it out.
- Can't think of why
else you'd need this.
[soft tense music]
- That my gun?
You break in my house?
See, my missus lives there.
My boy sleeps in that house.
- Why do you think we brought
you all the way out here?
There's no one, not the
family, not the Firm,
no one knows you're here,
so you can calm down.
- Calm down?
You're out of fucking order.
I ain't done nothing.
- So what's your quarry, Exley?
Is it a brace of duck
on the Glorious 12th?
- Yeah, fuck you, Nipper.
You got no right
going in my house.
That's B&E, got you for that.
- You know, if we can get in,
you've got to think who else can
and what they might
get up to, if they do.
If you hadn't wanted to talk,
you could have told us that
from the comfort of
your own doorstep
and yet you let us drag
you all the way down here,
why is that?
Why is that, Billy?
[soft melodic music]
You need them put away,
as much as I do.
What happened, Billy?
Why'd you get so scared?
- I'll put my trust in that,
before I put it in you.
- We can protect you.
- Who's the trainee?
- Forget about him,
I'll get rid of him, talk to me.
- I ain't no grass.
- You're only a grass,
if we make it official.
[soft melodic music]
- Alright, fuck off.
[soft tense music]
What do you want?
[door thudding]
- You see,
now we can be just two
fellas having a conversation.
[chair scraping floor]
I can't use anything
that you don't sign.
That's the law.
- The law? That word don't
mean nothing to the twins.
That's why your mob's
always gonna lose.
- So are you gonna
tell me what you know?
- Whatever you say.
If you can't use it, I'll
say whatever you like.
[lighter clicking]
- I don't believe
this, where's my book?
Will someone give
me my fucking book?
- It's on the bar, Ron.
- [Ronnie] What the
fuck is it doing there?
It's got everything
in that book,
don't just leave it lying
around for anyone to pick up.
- [Billy] I'll get it.
[book thudding]
[lighter clicking]
[pages rustling]
- Right.
See that?
Well, read it.
- Lesley Payne.
- No, read what it says.
- Lesley Cunting Payne.
- Lesley Cunting Payne.
You know what that means?
- Yes, Ron.
- I want him fucking dead,
dismembered, fileted,
flayed on the bed of the
Thames, do you hear me?
- Yes, Ron.
- Don't, "Yes, Ron,"
you set of wet bollocks.
You need me to make it official?
- [Jack] I don't
want your money, Ron.
- It's not mine, it's yours
and you take that soggy sack
of shit next to you an all.
I don't want to
see either of you,
unless it's honking
out Payne's scalp.
[soft tense music]
- Hold on, why did Ron want
Payne dead, what had he done?
- Sweet fuck all.
He wanted out, told them he
wanted no more to do with them.
Nothing half the Firm
haven't thought about
and you kill a man for that?
- You tell me.
[trunk clicking open]
- So we got tooled up
and we went to see Payne.
[soft jazz music]
[trunk thudding]
[doorbell ringing]
[door clicking open]
- Hello?
I'm afraid my husband's
out at a meeting,
he shouldn't be too long.
Would you like to come
in for a cup of tea?
[door clicking open]
- So like I says,
he wasn't there.
- So you just sat there?
- Jack wanted a cup of tea.
[soft jazz music]
- Lovely cup of tea, Mrs. Payne.
- Now what was it you
wanted with my husband?
Can I give him a message?
- I weren't about to
get family involved,
never have.
We never said nothing.
He never knew what he'd missed.
- And that's it?
- Then we went for a pie.
- That's your confession,
you didn't kill someone
and then you went for a pie?
- Can I have my gun
back now please?
- So you bought this?
- No, borrowed it off a
mate for three bob. Sugar?
- [Algy] No, ta.
- It's not even the same
model, but he was so wound up,
he never even noticed.
Nipper's little set
up did that for him.
- Yeah, clever the
guv using that room.
- Hm.
I wouldn't want to get
stuck in a lift with him,
there's no doubting
he's got some brains.
- Yeah, did a bit of spade work,
bloke never finished school
and still becomes
the youngest ever
to make Detective
Superintendent.
- Just imagine what he
could do with an O level.
- Some drive, I'll
give him that.
- As long as we're being
led in the right direction.
- Well done, boys.
- He cough up?
- No, I don't think he ever
had any intention of doing so.
- [Algy] You don't think
he'll go back to the twins?
- [Nipper] No, he's
terrified of them.
- Then what are you
looking so pleased for?
- He doesn't know
what he gave us.
- I thought you said
he gave you nothing.
- Well, it doesn't
mean I didn't take it,
our new talker, Lesley Payne.
- The accountant?
- Never heard of an
accountant doing a murder.
- Then you never
had an accountant.
- Like I said, we're not
after murderers anymore,
we're after talkers and maybe
our accountant will talk.
What are you looking
so happy about?
- Oh, Al Capone, guv, they
got him on his accounts.
- Yes, they did.
- I guess that makes us
the Untouchables, sir.
- I guess it does.
[mellow jazz music]
- I told you I'm an accountant
and as such my part in the
Krays' businesses was advisory,
pertaining mainly to financial
investments and the like,
I simply don't know about
anything disagreeable.
- You see, I don't believe you.
Running the money
puts you at the center
of everything they've ever done.
- Whatever you think,
I don't know the things
you want me to know.
- Oh, it doesn't
matter what I think.
But if I was you, I
would care very much
about what Ronnie Kray thinks.
[soft tense music]
Do you like to read, Mr. Payne?
- Excuse me?
- I do, anything I
can get my hands on.
We didn't have books growing up,
I think that's why they
fascinate me so much.
I'd sneak them out of school,
my satchel ready to burst.
We had this teacher,
Mr. Sturridge, he was
my history master,
he caught me stealing
from his class.
- Nipper!
- I was petrified.
You know what it's like,
trembling.
You put your hand
out and you're,
you're ready to, to get the rod,
but instead of getting the
cane, he puts in my hand a book,
"The Decline and Fall
of the Roman Empire."
I ran home and devoured
it within a weekend.
Isn't it ironic, that
that moment of theft
led to me wanting to
become a detective?
Something about the
way that Edward Gibbon
separated the fact
from the fallacy.
He solved the puzzle of the
past, despite not being there.
[soft orchestral music]
You think they'll ever
write a book about us?
- Be a jolly boring read
from what I can tell.
- You see, I'm not so sure.
What if I was to tell you
that you're already in a book?
It's a fascinating one by
all accounts about so big,
full of details, dates,
places, times
and names all wrapped up
in a nice, black cover.
Inside, the owner of the
book has written their name,
do you want to
know what it says?
It says "This book is the
property of Ronald Kray."
Do you want to know
what it's about?
There's lots of
chapters, my favorite one
is called "The Shotgun
and the Accountant."
[dramatic music]
[gun firing]
[Mrs. Payne screaming]
With him bleeding out in the
arms of his ever loving wife.
[eerie melodic music]
Did she ever tell you
about the two men,
who came to visit her last year?
Let's call her and
ask her about it.
- [Lesley] Please, please,
don't bring her into this.
[telephone thudding]
- I don't want to call
her, but do you ever wonder
who they were or
what they wanted
or more importantly,
who sent them?
Ronnie Kray is like
a dog with a bone.
He's had a taste and he's
never gonna stop wanting it.
- Tell me what I have to do.
- How's he doing?
- Grab me a Section 71.
- Really, what did he say?
- Nothing yet, but he wants
to, wants to give it all up,
but not until we show
him his immunity.
- Where is he?
- He's downstairs.
I mean, I think we really
might have, Lilly, it's Nipper.
I know, I'm good,
love, thank you,
can you put me
through to Du Rose?
Can you fill that out for me?
He's, he's where?
Oh, right, yeah, thanks, love.
[receiver clattering]
He's at bloody dinner,
Scott's in Mayfair,
la-di-bloody-da.
- I'll take it to him
here, don't worry
about that, I'll do it.
- No, you go and get
him and bring him here,
it'll be quicker,
Payne's on the edge
and I don't want him
thinking for too long.
Sergeant, don't take
no for an answer.
- Yes, sir.
[tense melodic music]
[mellow melodic music]
- Nipper, what couldn't wait,
that I had to cut short a
dinner with the Home Secretary?
[glasses clattering]
[paper rustling]
I'm not signing this.
- He's on the ropes,
sir, we've got him.
- He's an accountant,
not a boxer.
- He-he's got enough
to put them away.
- How long for?
- Long enough to
loosen some lips
and then others will
turn Queen's evidence
and we'll strike a deal
for the real stuff.
Sir, it's a start.
- And if no one
talks like last time
and the time before that?
- Once they realize that
they're not untouchable,
they'll open up.
- No one's gonna open up
over tax evasion charges,
hardly gonna make
the front pages, hm.
- Sorry, what are
we trying to do,
are we chasing
villains or headlines?
- Watch it, we're on the same
side, you condescending prat.
Now you're gonna bring
them up on murder
under the Queens peace
with malice aforethought,
express or implied, or I
will find someone who will.
And where are my
bloody daily reports?
Take me back to my
meeting, Sergeant.
- John,
without Payne, we're
back to square one.
- Superintendent, you
never left square one.
Come on, Sergeant,
if we're quick,
I might make it
back for dessert.
- What's he got
against you, guv?
- I don't know.
Nothing.
He's so terrified
of making a decision
in case he has to take
responsibility for a wrong one.
It's what happens
as you climb up,
you get fearful for the fall.
You could do a lot worse
than follow his example,
if you want to get on.
- [sighs] So what do
we do about Payne, guv?
- Well, we may have
lost him and Exley,
but we're not done for yet.
Well, the Firm don't
know we're onto them, so
we'll go back to the
files, we pick them apart,
then we get someone to talk.
- Right, but what
about Payne, sir?
- Oh, Christ, um, are you
alright to give him a lift?
- Yes, sir.
- Oh, right.
Thanks.
[car rumbling quietly]
[car doors thudding]
- [Alan] Another
Saturday morning.
- [Algy] Wait, the
guv's car's not here.
You don't think...
You say what you
like, we'll walk in,
he'll be sitting right
there where he always does
with a new list of brainwaves.
He's not here.
We've actually beat him.
Hey, hand it bloody here.
- Alright.
- Come on.
[notes rustling]
- Double or quits,
if you can find out why
he wears a ladies watch.
- Give over.
- Get out of his arse.
He wears a woman's watch, don't
tell me that's not suspect.
- Morning.
- No car today, guv?
- It was made in 1928.
It's amazing, it
keeps perfect time.
- [Algy] Sir, we
couldn't help noticing.
- That it's a ladies watch?
- [Algy] Yes, sir.
- That's very observant.
You know, you should apply
that rigor to the current case,
we'll have this thing
wrapped up by Monday.
- [Algy] Yes, sir.
- What time does that
cafe open on Saturdays?
- [Algy] Mr. Farlow's?
- Er, seven.
- Grab your coats, I'm
taking you for brekkie.
- And what, it's
about bloody time
we got a decent cup of coffee.
- We can bring them back
in one of those new
polystyrene cups.
- You know, I don't
get the point of those.
- What? They're magic,
light as you like,
keeps the tea warm as long
as you need, disposable.
- Yeah, but why don't you just
drink the tea in the cafe?
- 'Cause I want
to bring it here.
- But we've got tea here and
a kettle and water and mugs.
- What if I was going
somewhere that didn't?
- Well, then you just
drink it in the cafe.
- You watch, everyone will
be drinking like that.
- I've forgotten my
fags, I'll catch you up.
- [Algy] Who's this?
- [Nipper] Get rid of her.
- Morning, madam.
- Superintendent Read?
- [Algy] You can't
be in here, madam,
this is an ongoing
police investigation.
- I know, that's
exactly why I'm here.
- [Algy] I must
ask you to leave.
- I ain't going anywhere,
until I've spoken to
Superintendent Read.
- I'm Read.
- I don't appreciate being
given the run around, Mr. Read.
- Quite.
- I'm Sylvia McVitie,
Jack McVitie's wife.
[soft tense music]
[kettle whistling]
[water pouring]
Lord knows, Jack wasn't
always on the level,
right, he could
be a real bastard,
I admit, even to me,
but that's no reason to excuse
what those evil twins done.
- What makes you think that
the Krays killed your husband?
- Well, I'm not stupid,
I know what happened,
he didn't pay them
off, so they done him.
- The fact is that our-
- No, I'm not finished,
Mr. Read, so can you
imagine my heart,
when I'm told that
someone's after him,
when someone's gonna
get justice for my Jack?
- Excuse me, I-
- I'm told you're doing
a police investigation
for Jack's murder
and do I have anything to say?
Well, too right I do,
I've got a lot to say.
- [Nipper] Who was it,
was it a posh gentleman
with gray hair and a mustache?
- No, he was Scottish in his
forties driving a Morris.
[soft tense music]
- When was this?
- Last week.
So all week I wait in, all week.
I don't want to go out,
in case I miss him,
I've got my neighbors going to
get me fags for me, nothing.
So I get on the phone
to your lot at the Yard.
- Please tell me you didn't-
- Give me the right
runaround, they did,
"I'm just transferring you now,
"I'm just putting you
on hold, Mrs. McVitie.
"Can I put you through to
someone else, blah, blah, blah."
I must've spoke to about a
million different people,
before finally I spoke to
someone called Du Rose.
Lovely man and he sends
me over here to you.
- What happened to you two?
I got all the way there.
- That's him.
- Oh, shit.
- Where the bloody
hell have you been?
I've been waiting
indoors all week for you.
- Well,
don't you think Mrs. McVitie
deserves an explanation?
[tense melodic music]
What were you doing?
I mean, I expressly told you,
you know what I told you.
- Sir.
- Now every desk in Scotland
Yard knows what we're up to,
every pub in East London
is talking about us,
you've killed us!
- It's not his fault.
- Then who's bloody fault is it?
Get your stuff, you're done.
- Fine.
- Superintendent.
- Shut up!
You disobeyed a direct order!
Bloody hell, Al, it's
not even that, it's...
You know it was stupid!
Flushed the entire
investigation down the toilet.
- Okay, I'm going.
- Not to mention
putting the welfare,
possibly even the life
of a civilian in danger!
- Just tell him, mate.
- Tell me what?
- It isn't his fault.
- Oh, oh, this should
be bloody good.
- Um, Du Rose.
When I drove him
back to the dinner,
he told me that if I found a way
to jumpstart the
investigation...
- What did he offer you?
Bloody hell.
- [Alan] What was I supposed
to do, sir? He outranks you.
- And you knew about this?
I mean, that was
over a week ago.
- Du Rose ordered us to
report back to him all along.
- [Nipper] And did you?
[door crashing open]
[soft orchestral music]
[Nipper breathing heavily]
[melodic orchestral music]
- Listen, thanks,
mate, you're a savior.
[receiver clattering]
- You're still here?
- Sir?
Look, I know I made a mistake
and I'll understand if
you still want me gone,
but I found somewhere safe
for Mrs. McVitie to stay,
it's out in Aylesbury, a
mate of mine from back home,
nothing to do with
the Met or the Krays.
- If that woman ends up in the
bottom of the Regent's Canal,
you, the two of you, you've
got blood on your hands.
- Understood.
- And now?
- I've got no choice.
- Sir, stop,
don't call this off.
Fuck's sake, sir,
don't pull the plug,
we can still talk to Du Rose.
- It's Nipper.
I need some bodies for a swoop,
16 primary locations,
all East and up to 10 secondary.
You're not gonna
forgive me for this,
but it's tomorrow, dawn.
[tense melodic music]
30, 3-0 officers, yes,
you heard me right
with a dozen rated for firearms.
No, Frank, I know
it's short notice.
- Guv, what's going on? Al?
- Frank, that is brilliant.
Thank you, no, I know
he's gonna find out,
but it will be too late.
I will call you in an
hour with details, yes.
Thank you.
[receiver clattering]
- You're bringing in the Krays?
- The Krays, all of them,
the whole damn Firm.
Our cover's blown,
they know we're
coming after them.
If we don't bring them in
now, they'll evaporate.
[melodic orchestral music]
[soft tense music]
- Alright.
[watch ticking]
My mother gave it to me.
- She doesn't need it anymore?
- Not since I was
four years old.
[hand patting]
[soft tense music]
[footsteps ascending stairs]
[soft tense music]
- Listen, listen.
[door clicking open]
[tense melodic music]
[door clicking open]
[tense melodic music]
[dramatic music]
[man grunting]
[tense melodic music]
[door thudding]
[door clicking open]
- [Algy] Police, don't
move, stay where you are!
- Ronald Kray, you
are under arrest.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense,
if you do not mention,
when questioned, something which
you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.
- And couldn't you have
waited till after breakfast?
[soft melodic music]
Call me.
Oi, you fucking pig,
hands off him, you cunt!
[bottle shattering]
[tense melodic music]
[men grunting]
Get off!
[tense jazz music]
Get off!
Nice job, you plonker.
- Come on.
[soft tense music]
[background detainees
talking loudly]
[receiver clattering]
- Du Rose,
wandering around Scotland
Yard handing out cigars,
claiming he's taken
down the Krays.
- We've got till nine
tomorrow to charge someone.
- He's gonna go berserk,
when he finds out we've
got nothing on them.
- No, he isn't.
- Sir, he is.
- No, 'cause we're gonna
find something to put on them
and we're gonna make it stick.
- In 24 hours?
- And by the way, we
haven't got nothing.
We've got something that
nobody's ever had before
and that is the Krays and
the Firm in custody together.
I don't care if it's triple
murder or parking tickets,
we've just got to keep
them off the streets,
until we find something
to nail them with,
start at A and go through
to Z and Sergeant,
you can sweat them hard, but
I don't want any accidents.
- Well, that's the thing
about accidents, sir,
you don't see them coming.
- What about K, sir?
- I'll deal with K.
[somber orchestral music]
[door thudding]
[Nipper exhaling heavily]
[file thudding quietly]
- Well, have a seat,
Superintendent.
- Here we are again,
back for more punishment.
Do you hate yourself
or something?
- How's your day going so far?
- Pretty good as it goes,
got nearly a score of
villains locked up.
- Illegally detained.
- The law gives me 24 hours,
that's 17 crooks for 24 hours,
that's 408 hours of
quality conversation.
- Now that's a lot
of talking, Ron,
or it would be, if any
of them actually spoke.
- Oh, you can talk to
them as long as you like,
Superintendent, they
won't talk back,
'cause real friends
don't turn their backs
on their own kind.
- I hear Jack McVitie's not
very sociable these days.
- Oh, the Hat?
- Last I heard, he
was living in Spain.
- Must have a lovely tan by now.
- By now?
Interesting, when
did he leave us?
They say he owed you
quite a bit of money.
- Who's they?
- What was it, a monkey?
That's a lot of bread.
- For a tie clip, maybe.
- I mean, you see, that's
what I don't understand.
Someone who owes you
money wandering around,
sorry, lying about getting
a tan on the Costa Del Sol.
I mean, that can't
be good for business.
- We'll have to try
and forgive him, Ron.
Some people just read too
much into the rubbish they see
splattered across
the newspapers.
- Whoever you've been talking
to clearly ain't one of us.
- I wouldn't worry, Ron.
I don't think Nipper knows very
much about old Jack the Hat.
As a matter of fact,
I don't think Nipper knows
very much about anything.
If he doesn't charge us
with something in the next,
how long's left now?
I'm gonna take a
guess, say 20 hours,
won't be long before we
can familiarize ourself
with whoever's been
poisoning Mr. Read's ear.
Maybe if they just got to
know us a little better,
they'd realize quite
how mistaken they were.
- Now that sounds like a threat.
- Oh, we don't make threats,
Mr. Read, that'd be rude,
much like your allegations
about our business.
- Let's talk about
your business then.
- We're just trying to
make our way in our manor.
You see, we come from
nothing, Mr. Read, nothing,
flogging old rags
door-to-door, pennies.
You can't blame a bloke for
trying to improve his situation.
- Do me a favor, the hard luck
working man ticket, really?
- I would've thought you of
all people would understand.
Your old man having to
pull you out of school,
'cause he couldn't
afford the uniform.
Oh, what, you thought
you were the only one,
who'd done your homework?
We know all about you, Leonard.
Working man, short stint
in the forces, handy boxer.
You're just like us.
- Except you're not,
you're nothing like us.
You turned your back
on your own kind.
Do you know what they
call people like that?
It's called a fucking traitor.
I knew a guy like that
in Long Grove once,
self-destructive
behavior, it's called.
Apparently it stems
from unresolved grief.
How'd you cope growing
up without your mum?
[soft orchestral music]
Do you ever wonder why
she was taken from you?
Do you ever lie awake at night
wondering why you couldn't
have had one more year?
One more week?
Why she left you?
Why she gave up so easily?
- Maybe it's because
she couldn't stand
the fucking sight of him.
[dramatic music]
[papers rustling]
[table clattering]
- Come on then, you fucker,
let's have it right now.
[soft tense music]
Pick one of us, we'll do it
right here, winner walks out.
[soft tense music]
- [laughs] Now that's why
your old man farmed you off
the second the
dirt hit her grave.
We've still got our people
and our mum.
She loves us very much.
- I'm gonna take you
down, the both of you.
- Tell you what,
you've got the smarts to
make a good fist of it,
I'll give you that.
Hiding out here
wasn't a bad idea,
but you ain't gonna win.
You've got the brains,
you sure as hell ain't
got the stomach for it.
- You don't know me very well.
- No one's gonna
talk to you, Nipper,
for the simple fact that
they like who we are
and they don't like who you are.
That ain't ever gonna change,
no matter how fucking
tricky you get.
[hand slapping]
- Fuck off!
- Go on then.
Fruity.
[tense melodic music]
[door clicking open]
[door thudding]
[tense melodic music]
[background detainees talking]
[soft orchestral music]
[gun firing]
[George thudding to floor]
[gun firing]
- She's there.
She's going out later.
- Are you sure about this?
- Course I'm not sure.
- Just say the word and
we pick them back up.
- Go now before
I change my mind.
[soft orchestral music]
[gate rattling]
[car rumbling]
[car door clicking open]
[car door thudding]
[barmaid grunting]
[barmaid thudding to floor]
[barmaid breathing fearfully]
[barmaid gasping]
- Please, whatever
you think I've-
- Ssh!
Pick a number
between one and 10.
- I don't understand.
- Number!
[barmaid gasping]
Don't look at him.
Between one and-
- I don't, six.
- Good.
Good, she's got it.
Now,
I'm going to give
you six chances
to tell me why you're here.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- One.
- [Barmaid] I-I don't
know what you mean.
- Two.
- I promise you, I
haven't said a word.
Please, just, just
let me go. [sobbing]
[soft tense music]
[hammer thudding]
- [Alan] Three.
- [Barmaid] What do
you want from me?
[soft tense music]
[barmaid sobbing]
- Four.
- I don't know what you want.
- Put her on the chair.
- No, no, no, please
don't hurt me.
No, no, no!
No, please!
- [Alan] Keep her still.
- I haven't said
anything, I promise,
I haven't said a word.
[tense melodic music]
[soft orchestral music]
[barmaid sobbing fearfully]
[tense melodic music]
- Five.
- [Barmaid] Whatever happened
had nothing to do with me.
[footsteps descending stairs]
I never said anything to anyone.
- For someone who never
said anything to anyone,
you don't half do
a lot of talking.
Hold her wrists.
- She doesn't know!
- Do it!
[tense melodic music]
Six.
- She'll tell Mr. Kray,
I didn't say anything
about that night, I
wouldn't say a word.
I know better than to give
him up, his secret's safe.
- Stop!
Let go of her!
Step away from her, Sergeant.
- She saw it all, she
saw Ronnie that night.
[barmaid sobbing]
- Go on, both of you,
get out of here!
- She named him, guv.
[soft tense music]
- Obstructing the
course of justice
is a serious crime, miss.
- They were officers?
What the fuck?
- I'd like you to make
a statement for me.
- You think I'm gonna
talk to you now?
- You already have.
We know you know.
- They'll kill me.
- Not if we put them away.
- You really think
you can do that?
- I've already nicked them.
Help me finish this.
- Do I have a choice?
You're a disgrace.
- You could've sent
her the other way!
I feel sick.
- It was a calculated risk.
- It was bang out of order!
- What does it matter,
if it works?
- You let them do that to me?
- If you could take me through
what you saw that night,
the night George Cornell
was shot in the head.
[soft tense music]
- Every time a door
slams or a glass breaks,
it's like that gun goes
off over and over again.
You know, sometimes
when I close my eyes...
I'd been on since
six, when we opened,
strangely the night
started quiet.
I didn't even notice who it
was, when they walked in.
[door creaking]
- Well, look who's
just turned up.
- It was only when
they said the name.
- The great Ron Kray.
[gun firing]
[George thudding to floor]
[soft tense music]
He looked right at me,
smirking.
[soft tense music]
[Ronnie breathing heavily]
[soft melodic music]
It was like anyone would
think he'd cashed a slip in
at the bookies, not shot
a fella in the face.
It makes me sick even now, just,
I can't, I can't
sleep most nights,
because...
He's there, when
I close my eyes,
Ronnie Kray grinning.
[soft tense music]
[gun clicking]
Except he's pointing
the gun at me.
I-I just, I-I can't-
- It's alright, it's alright,
that's enough.
With what you've just told me,
we can put Ronnie away
for the rest of his life.
- You mean that?
- I mean it.
- [Barmaid] That Ian
Barrie was there too,
[gun firing]
waving his gun round
like a lunatic.
- That's enough, that's
more than enough.
- What, what about
the other one?
Reggie.
- Because of you,
you've given me time to
be able to work on him.
- Wait, you said
you had them both.
- We do, yeah.
- So, so what do you
mean work on him?
Like what, what happens
to me, if it doesn't work?
- Like I said to
you, you're safe.
Any involvement of yours will
be completely confidential.
Any official records you'll
be listed as, as, as Mrs. X,
no one will ever know
that you were the one,
who gave evidence.
- You're an idiot.
Who else they gonna think it is,
when they hear
what I have to say?
- But we are so close.
- That dream of mine, that
wasn't a dream at all,
it was a premonition.
- No, no, that's not true.
- If one of them is
out, he won't stop,
until he finds the
person responsible
for banging up his brother.
So no,
until you have Reggie,
there's no way I'm telling
anyone what I just told you.
[Nipper sighing]
- Without her on the
record, we're empty.
Nothing sticks.
They'll muck us about
for the next 10 hours
and then we'll have
to let them go.
We're this close and yet we
couldn't be further away.
- What do we do now?
- I'm sorry lads,
I'm out of ideas.
- [Algy] It's not
your fault, sir.
Do you want me to
go and release them?
- Thank you, Sergeant.
- No, fuck them.
I mean, if we can't charge them,
at least let them wake
up with a bit of cramp.
- Sir.
[papers rustling]
[soft orchestral music]
[files thudding]
[paper rustling]
[soft orchestral music]
[melodic orchestral music]
[car rumbling]
[car door thudding]
- [Nipper] We have to
let them go at nine,
so we've got under
an hour, come on.
[car door thudding]
- "Just 'cause you're paranoid
"don't mean they're
not after you."
- So you have read it?
- What are you
two talking about?
- It doesn't matter that no
one broke the code of silence,
only that the Krays
think that someone has.
- [Algy] So we pick a patsy?
- No, Sergeant, we get
the Krays to do it for us,
all on their own, straight
from the horse's mouth
and then we swoop in
and we offer immunity.
But because it was the barmaid,
that gave us the information
and not actually one of them,
we get Du Rose to sign a
Section 71 Immunity Agreement
and then we've got them.
- [Algy] But how are
we gonna do that?
- Alright, Nip.
- Only he gets to call me that.
- Come and have a look at this.
[mellow melodic music]
Not too small for you?
- It's perfect.
[upbeat jazz music]
[cart wheels rattling]
[mellow melodic music]
- Yep.
[mellow melodic music]
- If this doesn't work,
we're all going down.
[table scraping floor]
- Oh, ye of little faith.
- [Algy] How far forward
did he want this?
- [Alan] An hour, he said.
[mellow melodic music]
[box thudding]
- Alright, let's bring them in.
[men chattering]
- [Man] Cup of tea,
that's all I want.
- [Man] I want a paper
as well. [laughing]
- What's happening here?
- Don't know.
- Give two stars overall.
[all chattering]
[door thudding]
- What's happening here?
You cheeky bastards!
Hey, hey, hey, don't walk off!
There's no doors out here, hey!
[soft tense music]
- [Algy] Clock's set, guv.
- Alright, let's get this done.
[soft orchestral music]
[soft tense music]
- About time.
Come on.
[mellow rock music]
- Hey, that's Ian Barrie.
- Where are they taking him?
- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Where the fuck are we going?
- Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.
- Where the fuck are we going?
[mellow rock music]
- Have a seat, gentlemen.
[Ronnie exhaling heavily]
- Naughty, naughty, Nipper,
your 24 hours have
been and gone.
- The situation's developed.
- Developed?
- You'll see.
[button clicking]
[tape recorder whirring]
[button clicking]
- No one said nothing
and no one's gonna,
no matter how long you keep us.
[button clicking]
[tape recorder whirring]
[button clicking]
- Come on, Reggie, we're off.
- No more last words?
George Cornell
on the other hand,
his words were very revealing.
- Now don't say a word, Ronnie.
You must think we're daft.
- Come on.
- Yes, you get the same deal,
solicitor's on their way.
He'll confirm,
when he gets here.
[door thudding]
- What you talking about?
- What the fuck is going on?
Where you taking Albert?
- He's bullshitting,
Ron, let us out.
- I mean, you're right,
Donoghue might not cut
the perfect deal, but
there's always Ian Barrie.
- Oh, now, why the fuck?
- Don't say a word, Ron.
There's no deal to be cut.
- But someone must've
spoken, mustn't they?
'Cause otherwise,
how would I know what
Cornell said to you
right before you shot
him in the head Ron?
- Shut your mouth.
- You think it went
something like,
"Well, just look who's turned
up, the great Ron Kray?"
- He's bullshitting, Ron,
all of it, he's having us on.
- But you've got to
ask yourself, right,
how would I know that?
- You tell me.
- You must have a grass.
- Leave it.
- You fucking what?
[tape recorder
thudding to floor]
- Hey, Ron, drop him!
- Don't you fucking touch me,
or it'll be the
last thing you do.
[tense melodic music]
You tell me the truth,
who have you spoken to?
You don't think I don't see
what you're trying to do?
You're trying to
get inside here.
Trying to tear us apart.
Well, it won't work.
Now who grassed?
The truth this time.
- Frustrating, isn't it,
when people don't speak?
- Tell me!
[melodic suspenseful music]
- It was the barmaid, the
barmaid from the Blind Beggar.
- What?
- She turned you in.
- Why ain't you charged me then?
[door clicking open]
- Guvnor!
[men grunting]
[door thudding loudly]
- Guv, what have you done?
- We've signed that
woman's death warrant.
- They were gonna see the mic,
I had to make a
choice in the moment.
[door clicking open]
[button clicking]
[machine whirring]
- [Ronnie] They got me.
- [Reggie] Fucking hell, Ronnie.
Something don't feel right,
him giving up a
witness like that.
- Oh, it was either that
or he'd piss his pants.
- No, all the same.
[muffled Krays talking]
[soft tense music]
But he's too stiff to keep
us here after he should.
- No, he's fucking got
something, I know he does.
I should've choked the life
out of the scrawny pig,
when I had the chance.
- [Ronnie] You ain't
half interested in him.
- [Reggie] It's easy,
we get one of the boys
to take one for the Firm.
We get one of the boys
to take one for the Firm.
I'll have a mug sing for us.
- [Ronnie] It might be
better, if you do it.
[door clicking open]
- What in God's name
is going on here?
- [Ronnie] I'll get out,
I'll deal with that-
- Are you recording them?
What are you thinking?
Turn this off.
- [Ronnie] But
you're in it an all.
- Turn it off.
You're breaking the law,
Superintendent, all of you.
- It's completely legal,
we're not recording.
- So tell me what the
bloody hell you're doing.
- Please, sir, I
just need one moment.
Please.
- [Reggie] Who's it gonna be?
- [Ronnie] It's Albert
Donoghue.
No, he's listening anyway.
If it weren't for him,
we wouldn't be here.
- [Reggie] So you
want me to tell him?
- [Ronnie] No, we'll
do it together.
I'm gonna sue these pigs
for every fucking
penny they've got.
- Jesus, man, get him out of
there, before they kill him.
I want them all released,
water, toilet visits,
whatever they want.
What are you waiting for?
- You get the water.
I'll make double sure they
get to use the toilet,
those that need to, sir.
- I always said you had a
bright future, Sergeant.
If the slightest
sliver of this debacle
comes back to bite us,
you'll regret you
ever joined the force.
[mellow melodic music]
[door clicking open]
[door thudding]
- What, you gonna
hold it for me an all?
[door clicking open]
[door thudding]
Shit.
What do you want?
- You know what I want,
just like you know, when
the Krays turn on you,
there's no going back.
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe in a year,
your time with the
Firm is borrowed.
- You set them up.
I'll put them right.
- You're gonna negotiate
with the Krays for your life?
- Well, you ain't
left me no choice.
- There's always a choice.
- Take the offer, Albert,
before it's too late.
[soft orchestral music]
- You had us all
along, didn't you?
- Did we?
- Course you did.
Just needed someone
to go on record.
- Can we count on you?
[soft orchestral music]
- Where do you want me to start?
- Why don't we start
at the beginning?
[melodic orchestral music]
[door clicking open]
[clock ticking]
It's got to be done
away from the Yard
with a small team
from the regions
and I'm gonna need a warehouse.
[door thudding]
[mellow melodic music]
[melodic orchestral music]
[mellow rock music]