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Dom Hemingway Page #4
But he was a doctor in Senegal.
He also says you are
one ugly bastard.
Well, he's right there, ain't he?
Not sure what happened to
you, but it wasn't pretty.
Misfortune.
Misfortune befell me.
You need to rest now, Dom, OK?
Evelyn said that as soon as
you could pee on two legs,
you'd have to go.
By the look of you,
I'd say that's today.
- So she's not talking to me?
- She's at work.
She's just throwing me out,
judge, jury and executioner.
Just like that.
- She hates me.
- She's mad at you.
A lot of years of hurt. That
just doesn't go away like that.
If anyone has the right
to be mad at life, it's me.
I've had the shittiest luck in
Look at me.
I'm a mess.
Face like an abortion.
Broke as a teenager. Pissing
next to Afrika Bambaataa.
You going there, Dom?
Right. Sorry.
Is that my grandson?
I see your gene's a bit more
prominent, if you know what I mean.
His name's Jawara.
- You're kidding?
- It's Senegalese.
- Diddle me with a voodoo doll.
- It means 'peace-loving'.
I'm Dom. Dom's English for
'unlucky son of a b*tch'.
at Cargo. You know it?
I can't guarantee anything,
but Evelyn will be there.
- So maybe she'll talk with you then.
- You think?
I don't really. But
it's worth a try.
I'm scared.
I would be too.
She's a tough one.
I wish I was a fisherman,
tumbling on the seas
Far away from dry land
and its bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
me save the starry sky above
With light in my head
You in my arms
Ah-ha...
Bloody f***.
- You all right, Dom?
- F***ing table.
What's a f***ing table doing there?
Anyone can knock into it.
I'm gonna f***ing burn
that table, I swear it.
I take it, it didn't
go as planned tonight.
It was just peachy, just peachy.
Like one of them TV shows
where everyone's all huggy
and kissy in the end.
You didn't even say hello, then?
God, I'm a sh*t.
But you're her sh*t.
I called her boyfriend
Afrika Bambaataa.
That was smart.
She don't want me, Dickie.
Who can f***ing blame her?
Get near me, you're likely to die,
or at least lose all your money.
Oh, yeah, sorry.
This wasn't how it
was supposed to be.
I know.
What are you gonna do, then?
A man with no options suddenly
has all the options in the world.
- What the hell does that mean?
- Don't know.
Doomsday plan.
- No.
Yeah.
- Bugger.
- F***er.
Sh*t, Dom. The son's
worse than the father.
Yeah. Sh*t, Dickie.
But Fontaine ain't
exactly hiring, is he?
All right, son?
Dom, Dom Hemingway.
I didn't think I'd recognise you...
Seeing as I was barely a
teenager and everything.
- That's right.
- But I did. I'm proud of myself.
F***ing hell.
Why did you kill my cat, Dom?
I am. What did that
cat ever do to you?
It was your father's cat, Les.
That was your father's cat.
He was competition.
No matter. I loved that cat.
That cat was my friend.
Sorry, OK? I'm sorry.
I bet you are.
But you disrespected my cat
and I can't forgive that.
I was just a little boy, you know.
Well, I'm ready to put
the past to rest, huh?
Let bygones be bygones.
some business together.
You're a killer of cats, Dom,
and I want nothing to do with you.
I said I was sorry.
I know you're sorry, but that
don't bring Bernard back to life.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
'Course I killed your f***ing cat.
Come on.
Damn it. Come on!
You know I'm good at what I do.
Your father wanted
me to work for him.
But you never said yes, Dom.
You never said yes.
I worked for Mr Fontaine.
I couldn't say yes.
You could have, but you didn't.
- I didn't cos I couldn't.
- You couldn't cos you wouldn't.
I wouldn't cos I couldn't.
That's why I didn't.
F*** you! Couldn't,
wouldn't, shouldn't.
I got the magic fingers.
You know that, I always did.
You must remember that.
Magic fingers, Lestor.
You could use that. Your
business could use that.
I run clubs, Dom.
Bullshit, Lestor. You
know what you do.
It's no secret. It's
your family business.
See, there's a part of me
that wants to put you in the
trunk of my sister's Prius,
drive you up to Canvey Island and bury
you up to your thick f***ing neck,
cover your fat f***ing
face in hamburger patties
and let the creatures of the night
eat you to death while I watch.
That's what I want,
you eaten to death
bite by f***ing bite,
peck by f***ing peck
and fang by motherfucking fang.
See, I heard Belly retired and
his replacement's disappointing.
So you come to the son of the
man you was at war with?
He was competition.
You come to the little boy
whose p*ssy cat you murdered?
You need me, Lestor.
You're an old man, Dom.
You should retire, too.
I meant to.
Yeah, I bet you did.
It's not like the old days, Dom.
They've got electronics now.
A safe's a safe.
Until you can't open it.
Come by my club tonight at 11:00.
Sugarfix.
I have a new electronic safe there.
If you can open it in 10 minutes,
you can come and work for me,
bygones be bygones.
I'll have plenty of
solid business for you.
However, if you can't open it,
I'm gonna chop off your tiny
dick and use it as a doorjamb.
It's your call, Dom.
Show up or not.
Open the safe or not.
Piss standing up again or not.
Those are your options.
Those are your choices.
And that was for Bernard.
- I thought that's what the last
one was for. - Nah, nah, nah.
That was for my daddy.
This one is for Bernard.
He was a good f***ing cat
and didn't deserve your ugly face
to be the last thing he saw.
Thanks, Jeanie.
Are you sure you should be
drinking like this, Dom?
I'm good, Mum.
I'm serious.
You've got to open a safe later and
you haven't opened one in 12 years.
I'm steady as a trapeze
artist's c*nt.
- Let me see your hand.
- What?
Your hand. I want to see
if you're really steady.
Look at your own hand, Dickie,
if you haven't lost it again.
Seriously, put out your hand,
Dom. Let me see it.
F***er.
I could do surgery with this hand,
operate on your caper-sized brain,
finger a nun from five feet away.
That safe don't scare me.
Lestor McGreevy don't scare me.
Nothing scares me.
Well, you're scaring me,
that much is true.
I'm good.
You're penniless, homeless. You're
fast on your way to being pissed.
Your wank's on the line
and you haven't opened
a safe in 12 years,
and not an electronic
one, not ever.
Aren't you the Easter
Bunny, hopping around,
spreading good cheer
wherever you go?
I'm just stating what I'm stating.
- Stop stating what you're stating.
- I'm not gonna stop stating it.
I'll state what I want to state
State it again, I'll
knock your teeth out.
Knock my teeth out,
I'll cut your ear off.
Cut my ear off, I'll carve
your eye out with my big toe.
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