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Dom Hemingway Page #5
- F*** you.
- F*** you.
F*** you.
You think I ain't gonna
be able to do this?
Me, Dom Hemingway?
Think I can't do this?
There hasn't been a safe I
ain't been able to open, ever.
When I was four months old, I could
open a safe from my f***ing pram.
I'm just saying.
Don't say nothing.
I'm gonna do this, Dickie.
I'm gonna do this.
I got no other choice.
State of the art. Had it
installed four months ago.
- Made in Japan.
- I'm big in Japan.
You have 10 minutes. Do you
want me to start the timing now?
Or do you want to say a little
prayer for your friend Tiny first?
I just want another pint.
Is that OK?
Another drink before we start.
Have all the beer you want, Dom.
Right, let's get started.
Clock says 11:
35.It means you have until 11:45.
Easy-peasy lemon squeezy.
What the f*** is that?
Equipment.
Bloody hell!
F*** you and f*** your cat.
I said, open my safe,
not destroy my office.
F*** your office, f*** you,
f*** your father and f*** your cat.
In nine minutes your balls
are becoming trinkets.
F*** your trinkets, f***
your cat, f*** your father,
f*** your office and f*** you!
Not sure what you can do
in the time you have left,
except maybe have a heart attack.
I got to do a piss.
- What?
- Piss. I got to.
I'm not stopping the clock.
'Course you aren't.
You're pond scum, Lestor.
Garbage, refuse.
Your father was a class
act compared to you.
You're sh*t on my shoe.
You're a c*nt in gold chains.
A misery in size 10 Adidas. Now,
where's your f***ing toilet?
- Who designed this place, anyway?
- I did, actually.
It's like a brothel
by way of Elton John.
Stick to thieving and nepotism.
What are you looking at?
Five minutes left, Dom.
Might be the last time
you piss standing up.
the back of the safe
are attached to some
security company.
Yes. They promised a
five-minute response.
I promised not to come
in your sister's mouth.
We all make promises we can't keep.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna
do anything to Lestor,
as tempting as that may be.
Four minutes,
or less if security comes.
The fastest fingers guy I ever saw took
10, 12 minutes with a safe like this,
and he had state-of-the-art
equipment with him.
- I ain't like most finger guys.
- No, you're not.
- You're old.
- I'm old-school.
Old, old-school, same thing.
I got magic fingers,
Lestor. I told you.
So?
So...
Whoa!
Yeah, yeah...
- What the hell are you doing, man?
- F*** you.
You trying to screw the safe, Dom,
or are you trying to impregnate it?
Do you want me to get
you guys a room?
Seriously, what the hell
are you doing, man?
I'm winning the bet.
Japs sold you a cheap safe
and he's gonna win because of it.
It wasn't f***ing cheap.
Then you got ripped off, Lestor.
F***ing ripped off.
Ha, ha, ha!
So what's he trying to do, Dickie?
Most safes, the cheap ones
at least, like yours,
if you bounce them enough, there's
a moment when the pins are shaken
and not lined up, even
the electronic ones.
If you're pulling the handle
at that moment, it opens.
Well, nothing's happening here
except Dom getting a f***ing hernia.
And you've only got two...
No, one minute and 55 seconds left.
God save
The Queen
Pints are on me!
And that, my friends,
is how you open a safe.
You did it, Dom. You right did it.
I knew I would. I told you I would.
I knew I'd beat this
arsehole at his own game
and prove to him what the
world already knows,
that Dom Hemingway is the greatest
safe cracker known to mankind.
That I am a legend, a myth.
A glorious tale to be handed down
from generation to generation.
I am impressed, Dom, I must say.
F***ing right, Lestor, Chestor,
Chestor the molester, Uncle Fester.
And only 52 seconds left.
Exactly, Fester the
f***ing court jester.
I won the bet. You owe me work.
Big-paying work.
Actually, you didn't win the bet.
What are you talking about?
I'm saying, in 30 seconds
I opened your safe.
You opened a safe.
But my safe, my safe is this.
You have eight seconds
to open it, seven...
- That ain't fair.
- F*** fair, it's the bet.
Five, four, three,
two, one.
Poor Dom Hemingway.
Poor, poor Dom Hemingway.
All that time in prison, only to
come out and be humiliated
by the son of the man
he always hated.
what you're saying, Lestor?
If I were you,
I'd keep quiet, Dickie.
You know I'll kill you too
and no one will give a sh*t.
- Now, take off your trousers.
- Come on.
- Lestor.
- I'm serious.
Aw, f***!
A deal's a deal, a bet's a bet
and a dick doorstop
is a dick doorstop.
Lestor, come on.
I hate you, Dom. I always
have. You killed Bernard.
You can't out off my dick
because of a f***ing cat.
- Yes, I can.
- No, you can't.
OK, no, I can't, you're right,
but I can cut it off
cos you said you could open my
safe in 10 minutes and you didn't.
- You rigged the bet.
- Semantics.
- I played by the rules. - People are
dirty, Dom. You should know that.
But I played by the rules.
That's your problem.
You're a f***ing criminal.
Criminals don't have rules.
There's a code of ethics. There is!
And where did that code get you?
12 years alone, a dead wife
You don't know!
Everyone knows.
You played by the rules in jail and
you got screwed when you got out.
and you got screwed here.
You're a dumb criminal,
Dom. A dumb man.
Now take off your trousers.
Lestor.
Now.
Now!
Safe security.
- I'll meet you at the place near the place.
- Right.
You can't f***ing catch me.
Oh, fu... Oh, f***...
Oh, f***...
Hey, you lot need a back-up
singer, I am available.
What do you want, then?
What? Nothing. I just
wanna say hello.
You look like sh*t, but at least you're
standing up. That's an improvement.
Yeah, I got that going.
Tell me something, Dom. You know
how old I was when you went away?
Can your fogged-up, whisky-soaked
brain go back that far?
Yeah, 'course.
and hearing mum yelling at you when
you left. Do you remember that?
She was just pleading, begging
with you to strike a deal.
If you'd have testified, you'd
have got two, maybe three years.
You'd have been out
before I was 13,
before mum got sick,
before mum died.
I wanna make up for lost time.
That's why I'm here.
I don't.
Come on, now. I made a mistake.
I'm a f***er and I'm a failure.
Oh, Dom, I'm leaving.
I have to go. I...
I don't want you coming
round here any more.
I don't want you coming round
my house or my son, OK?
I don't want to see you.
You have done very little
for me in my life, Dom.
Please, just do that.
It's Dad. It's Dad. It's not Dom.
Evie.
What, Dom?
I'm gonna go and see your
I wondered if you wanted
to come. I ain't seen it yet.
What, the grave Sandy
Butterfield paid for,
the guy you beat the sh*t out of?
Yeah, that one.
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