Dom Hemingway Page #3

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see your pecker!

You thank your goddamn lucky stars

that he's a kind and gracious man.

Do you understand?

- Yeah...

- Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Cos I ain't burying your body out here.

I'm too f***ing old and I

didn't bring the right shoes.

Sorry I'm late.

And sorry I was such a c*nt.

You must be Ivan's lady friend.

You're a vision. You're an angel.

Again, Ivan, Mr Fontaine,

sorry.

Me and, er, drink don't

always dance well together.

I acted up. I acted outrageous.

Sorry.

Sorry I'm late for your dinner

and sorry about before.

When you were a c*nt?

Yeah, when I was a c*nt.

Dom, it is water under the bridge.

You are forgiven.

- Thank you.

- Now, sit, sit.

Dinner is ready. The

rabbit is getting cold.

Fantastic.

I'm starving.

Everyone sit.

Get comfortable, please.

Because you so enjoyed

the rabbit, Dom,

I have a real treat for you.

We were two friends in love

Fanette and I

The empty beach was

warm and sleepy in July

Isn't she great, Dom?

She likes singing almost as

much as she likes my money.

Fanette each day

You know I could have killed you for

saying what you did today, Dom?

Yeah, I do.

She was

She was as beautiful

as rainbows in the sky

She was so beautiful

and not at all am I

When I was 14,

my very best friend in the world

was riding his bicycle and

he accidentally crashed

into this girl I liked.

Her name was Tatiana.

We went to school together,

though we hadn't ever talked.

But I liked her from afar.

Anyway, my best friend

accidentally crashed into her.

She got banged up,

got a black eye, crying,

the whole thing.

I went over to my friend, took

the bike from him, lifted it up

and smashed it over his head.

Then I stomped on his hand with my

boot until every bone was broken.

Then I took a rock

and smashed it so

hard into his face,

he not only lost most of his teeth

but most of his jaw as well.

This, Dom

is what I did to my best friend

for having a f***ing accident

involving a girl I hadn't

even ever talked to.

Now,

do you know why I didn't do

anything to you today, Dom?

Do you?

Cos,

you're a kind and gracious man.

Yes, that, but really because

after everything has

been said and done

I do owe you, Dom.

I do owe you.

I'm going to make

right by you, Dom.

- Would you turn around?

- What?

In order to make right,

I need you to turn around.

Oh, yeah, 'course.

I know telling a safe-cracker to

turn around is kind of a funny thing

when you're opening a safe, but...

OK, Dom.

Your share, plus interest.

This is a quarter of

a million pounds.

And this

is another half a million.

This, Dom.

Is your present.

Take it. Go on,

take it, it's yours.

Oh, watch out!

Oi, oh! Watch out!

Ladies.

Here, jump on.

Whoo!

Go, Dom!

You're so bad!

Whoo!

You got a noble chin.

Some people have weak

chins or sad chins.

You got a very sturdy,

very noble chin.

I know it's kind of a weird thing to say.

I mean, to just say out loud.

But my mother told me there's

no better time for a compliment

than the moment you think it, so...

Well, you have very noble breasts.

My name's Melody,

though I've been told

I can't keep a melody.

I'm gonna call you Lisa,

if that's OK with you.

Lisa's the name of my cousin.

Yeah, she's an actress.

- I think she did a commercial.

- I acted once.

Played the apothecary in Romeo

and Juliet. Reform school.

I was pretty good, but I didn't

have the stomach for it,

what was needed to

get the good parts.

I didn't wanna have to

service the drama teacher,

if you know what I mean. The

poor bastard who played Romeo,

he was being tossed

since he was 13.

The perv gave him all the good parts

even though he couldn't act a damn

and his skin was volcanic

with pus and pimples.

Ooh, I hate bad skin.

- What's your name, anyway?

- I told you, Melody.

Melody, Melody, with

a face so heavenly.

What about you? What's your name?

Me?

I'm Dom. Didn't you know?

Mmm-mmm.

I'm Dom Hemingway.

Dom Hemingway.

I am Dom Hemingway!

Oh, listen up, you owls and bears!

You cocksuckers, plebeians

and moral cowards!

You foxes, lions and paedophiles!

Listen up, you freaks,

Philistines and otters!

You queens, queers and

little-girl tears!

I am Dom Hemingway!

Dom Hemingway!

And for my years of silence,

I have been granted lordship

over everyone on the planet...

12 f***ing years

I kept my mouth shut.

The most stand-up

man I have ever met...

And I sat in that tiny cell

while my wife died of cancer.

I do owe you.

- Missed my Evelyn growing up.

- I do owe you.

- 12 f***ing years.

- Dom.

Kept my mouth shut.

Missed my Evelyn growing up.

You are due and you will be paid.

Dom, can you wake up?

Dom.

Dom.

Were you sleeping?

Dom, where is the money?

I want the money.

The money.

Oh...

Oh, f***.

Oh, the money.

Dom. Dom!

My hand, I've lost my hand.

I've got to find my hand.

I think I have a splinter.

What?

I think I have a splinter in me.

Do you know where Paolina is?

Paolina!

I think she might

have some tweezers.

Paolina!

Paolina!

I think I'm just gonna wait

here and rest for a minute.

All right, Ivan. Just rest.

Just rest.

F***.

Oh...

Oh!

Girl?

Girl?

Girl!

Come on.

F***ing...

F***!

Come on, girl.

Come on, girl.

Come on, girl. Come on!

Come on, girl.

Come on!

Come on. Come on,

my love. Come on.

Come on, love. Come on.

Come on, love.

Come on, my love!

Come on! Come on!

Come on.

Come on, live!

I found it, Dom.

I found my hand. It was hiding

underneath one of the cars.

Good on you, Dickie. Good on ya.

- You saved my life.

- What?

- You saved me.

- Nah.

When you save a person's life,

it means good luck

will smile down on you

when you least expect

it and most need it.

Thank you.

I think everybody else is dead.

Though I did see Paolina before.

- Heading towards the road.

- The road?

- Towards the villa.

- My money.

- What about it?

- You wait here.

For the police and the medics.

But we weren't here. You

didn't f***ing see us.

My money's at the villa.

F*** me with a javelin!

- Do you have a key?

- Why would I have a key?

I don't know, you could

have asked Mr Fontaine.

Mr Fontaine, with a

fender in his stomach?

Poor man's key.

- Where you going?

- To get into dry clothes.

- Where are you going?

- To get my money!

F***ing harlot.

F***ing Romanian f***ing harlot.

What are you talking about, Dom?

You're frothing at the mouth.

She come back and she took

my bag with the money.

My f***ing money.

Paolina!

Paolina! That was

my money you took!

My money!

Paolina!

That was my money.

Mine, it was mine.

I bled for that money.

I bled for that money.

Dom!

Paolina!

Sh*t!

Paolina!

Paolina!

What?

Why?

Do I strike you as the type of

woman who wants to be poor?

You've gotta be f***ing kidding me.

Shh.

What are you talking about?

He says that wound on your

head is going to leave a scar.

He a doctor, is he?

He washes dishes at the

restaurant I work at.

Oh, f***ing hell.

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