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Dom Hemingway Page #2
like the old days.
Anatoli in the old days.
Well, you will now.
Do you hunt, Dom?
No, I don't, Ivan.
I only use a gun to
hold up a place,
or threaten someone, or rob 'em,
or pistol-whip 'em, or scare 'em.
- But, no, no hunting.
- Shame.
It is the sport of princes.
Well, I'm a peasant at heart.
A petty serf with nice
hair and a strong liver.
I'll eat what you hunt,
unless it's rabbit.
Rabbits are pets. I don't eat pets.
something else, though, Dom.
I think you'll like 'em.
They taste like a revolution.
If that's an advert,
I'm not sure it's working.
It's good to see you, Dom.
Dom Hemingway is free!
Dom Hemingway is free!
Dom Hemingway is free!
You look good, Dom, you really do.
Well, what can I say?
I'm an handsome f***er.
I see you've retained your vanity
and your sense of humour.
Lefty was right.
- Lefty?
- Yeah, Lefty, he was right.
- Who's Lefty?
- Who's Lefty?
You serious, Dom?
You blind?
You lost your eyesight in prison?
What?
Lefty! Lefty, your best friend,
Dickie, with one f***ing hand.
You lost your hand?
Yeah, 'course.
You lost your bloody hand?
Yes, Dom.
Why do you think I'm wearing
this black glove all the time?
I thought it was a fashion
statement or something.
Fashion statement?
I've been in f***ing prison
12 years. I missed a few things.
I thought it was the latest
fashion. I don't know!
You always were a bit of a clothes fag.
You lost your f***ing hand?
It was shot off three
years ago during a job.
How do I not know that?
all over the high street.
F***ing hell, Dickie. I'm sorry.
I'm good, Dom. It's all good.
Yeah, Dickie's a good soldier.
Mmm, tough guy.
Stand-up man.
So are you, Dom.
The most stand-up man
I have ever met.
- Dom is that.
- Yeah.
Well, a rat is a rat
and a teat is a tit.
Still, others would have broken.
Those are others,
not Dom Hemingway.
- No, not you.
- Not me.
You've done all right for yourself
the last 12 years, Mr Fontaine.
Ivan, please.
Ivan. You've done all
right for yourself.
The art, the house.
Or estate. This is an estate, right?
That's what they call it. It's very nice.
It's a villa, Dom, a holiday home.
I appreciate it.
Is Ivan short for Ivana?
No, just Ivan.
Could be Ivana, though, right?
It's Ivan, Ivan
Anatolivich Fontanov.
Ivan, sorry. Ivan. Sorry.
It's OK.
I could have ratted.
I could have mentioned your name.
I could have said Ivana Anatoli
Fontaine was the leader of the group.
Maybe you are tired
from your trip, Dom?
I kept my mouth shut and
I sat in that tiny cell
while my wife died of cancer in the
arms of some other f***ing bloke.
I've heard about
that and I'm sorry.
- Sorry?
- I'm sorry.
- Try 12 years.
- I'm sorry, Dom...
12 f***ing years. Missed
I said I'm sorry.
- Words are easy.
- And it's all I have.
- You have something else.
- You are due and you will be paid.
- Plus interest.
- Plus interest.
Plus a present.
- Present?
- For being so quiet.
Those girls were a present.
Did you like them, Dom, huh'?
The coke and the girls,
that was a present.
Oh, you really think two birds and a
bit of blow are a worthy present?
- After what I done for you?
- I was not suggesting...
Cos that don't even come close
to a present, not even close.
It's not even a stocking stuffer,
barely an opening act.
Barely a f***ing appetiser,
barely an amuse-bouche.
It's nothing. It's nothing but a bit
of confetti in my ticker-tape parade,
and I want the full f***ing parade.
My ticker-tape parade, Ivana.
I want the f***ing band.
I want the f***ing float.
I want the parade, the float,
the band and what you owe me.
What you owe me
is what I f***ing want!
I said, you'll get what is yours.
Plus a f***ing present!
- A real present.
- OK, Dom...
Let's say, your girlfriend.
The one with the bicycle.
What's her name?
Paolina? I want her.
Don't be crazy, Dom.
I'm not crazy.
I want her, naked,
like she likes it,
with a little red
bow on her clitoris
- for me to untie with my teeth.
- Enough. The joke is over.
- I think you should sober up, OK?
- Joke's on you, Ivana.
- Go rest. We'll see you at dinner.
- Ivana Anal-toli.
I have been nothing but polite.
Polite? Polite! Aren't
you the bee's knees?
C*nt.
F***er.
C*nt.
You don't want me to get rough.
Trust me, don't go there.
Don't presuppose to
know what I want.
You don't threaten me,
not with that girl's name.
Not with that little
girl's name, Ivana.
Ivana. Ivana? Ivana?
You don't scare me.
You don't f***ing
scare me, Anal-toli.
I've seen death. I've seen evil.
I've seen fire. I've seen rain.
I've seen lonely days
You don't f***ing scare me.
I eye-f*** you. I throat-f*** you!
- Dom!
- Shut it, Dickie!
You one-armed f***. You freak.
You one-armed f***ing f*** freak!
No one's talking to you! No
one's ever talking to you!
I'm f***ing bored.
I'm f***ing drunk.
I'm f***ing drunk and
I'm f***ing bored.
I said what I wanted to say.
I said it and you heard it.
Now I'm gonna take a nap.
I'll see you wanks at dinner.
And no f***ing rabbit.
Dom, you up?
It's 6:
30, it's dinner.Dom, mate!
Dom?
Jesus Christ.
Dom! Dom!
- Dom, are you f***ing mad?
- I screwed it up, Dickie.
I screwed everything up.
Really? Cos I thought you
were just mentally retarded.
Like those boys with the
bowl cuts on the telethons.
- Dickie, I'm a mess. Look at me.
- I'm trying not to.
I'm pathetic, I don't belong here.
I'm a monster. I'm a dinosaur.
- Don't forget nudist, Dom. Don't forget
that! - I ought to be thrown away.
Sent to a leper colony, forgotten
about, left to rot with the maggots.
Jesus, Dom, you've got to
get control of yourself.
You've got to beg
forgiveness of him.
- You've got to put on trousers.
- I've been locked up for so long, Dickie.
I see the light, the air.
It's been so long since
I look at the clouds, I go nuts.
You mix in the whisky, you mix
in the p*ssy, I go crazy.
I'm a crazy man.
I'm a f***ing nutter!
- I mean, I'm afraid to see my own daughter.
- Really?
But not too afraid to insult one of
the most dangerous men in Europe.
Unfortunately, you had
the brass for that one.
He's gonna kill me. I insulted
him in his own villa.
- He'll forgive you.
- He's gonna f***ing kill me, Dickie.
me balls and no one will care.
- Fontaine's not gonna kill you.
- He could.
No one would give a toss,
not even me own daughter.
I would give a toss. She would too.
12 years, Dickie, 12 years for
that money and I just blew it.
You apologise to him.
You be a gentleman and
he'll be a gentleman.
It'll be all right.
Yeah? You promise?
Yes. But you don't insult his girl.
You don't call him f***ing Ivana,
you don't call him Anal-toli
and you don't let him
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