Dom Hemingway Page #6

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nice if we went together.

You could bring your boy.

You know what would have been

nice? Having a real father.

But I didn't get one, Dom.

I only got you.

Melody.

Wait!

Wait!

Melody!

Melody!

You said I'd have good luck.

Dom Hemingway.

I was so worried about you.

But you're OK.

No, I'm not... I'm not

doing very well, actually.

You said I'd have good luck.

I've had nothing but shitty luck.

I'm so sorry to hear that, Dom.

If I hadn't stopped and helped you,

I'd have had time to save

my money from being stolen.

But you saved my life.

You stopped to save my life.

- I know.

- You did the right thing.

Not everyone would, but you did.

I told you the good luck would

come when you really need it.

Well, I really need it.

- Then it will be.

- How?

What do you want

most in the world?

My f***ing money!

- That's what you want most?

- Yes.

- You sure?

- Yes!

- Really?

- Yes.

No.

I want her to talk to me.

Forgive me.

My daughter.

That seems a little better.

Yeah, well...

Just by picking her,

you've already shown

that the pendulum of luck

is swinging your way.

What the hell does that mean?

Love is what you make, Dom.

Oh, Keethy.

I f***ed up, didn't I?

And not one of my

minor Dom f***-ups.

Like spending all our money

down the pub with Dickie.

Going out to a football match

and staying away a week.

Burning down that housing

estate in Leeds by accident.

No.

I f***ed up royally.

I didn't get to say goodbye to you.

I never got to say goodbye and

kiss you goodbye, my sweet girl.

Now all I got is this dirt,

f***ing grass and dirt in me

hands, and not your sweet face.

Your sweet, beautiful face.

I was a stupid fool.

I lost you.

I lost out on our

Evelyn's childhood.

I lost the two most important

things in my life.

And now you're gone...

and our Evie...

she hates me.

Oh, Keethy...

Beautiful, sweet Keethy. My life.

My heart.

I'm gonna try and make

things better with Evelyn.

I really am.

She hates me now

but I'll wear her down,

bit by bit.

Day by day.

Hour by hour, I'll seduce

her with my kindness.

I'll blanket her in

warmth and security.

I'll confound her with my decency.

She'll resist my charms

for only so long.

After all, I'm Dom Hemingway.

I'm Dom Hemingway.

I'm your Dom.

Come here. Sit down.

Give us your hand.

That's your grandmother.

Keethy, or Katherine.

She never much liked the dark ones, but

I think she'd have really liked you.

I didn't think you'd come.

Couldn't well take the

bus himself, could he?

Can I walk with you a bit?

In silence, I promise.

Total silence, like... Like a mime.

Like an old lady who lives

in an attic on her own

and stuffs her cats

after they died.

Not today.

Someday, then, eh, maybe?

You can walk Jawara to school

on Monday morning if you like.

If you can wake up that early.

Don't get too pissed

the night before.

Right, then.

Well, I'll be the Vatican's c*nt.

I'll see you later.

Right, let's go in.

Paolina! Hello, darling.

Fancy seeing you here in London.

Why didn't you call me?

We could have gone out for a drink,

had a tone-deaf sing-along

to some old records.

Paolina, who is this?

I don't know who this man is.

Oh...

I'll tell you who I am.

I'm the f***er who'll tear

your nose off with my teeth.

I'm the f***er who will gut

you with a dull cheese knife

and sing Gilbert and

Sullivan while I do it.

I'm the f***er who'll dump your

dead body in a freezing cold lake

and watch you sink to the

bottom like so much sh*t.

I am that f***er.

That's the f***er who I am.

And if you say one word

when I remove my hand,

I'll do all that to you right now.

You say one word and you'll be as useless

as a dried-up, fetid condom after bad sex.

Do I make myself clear?

Do my words translate to you?

If you understand my words, nod.

That's good.

After much heartbreak and ruin,

the pendulum of luck has finally

swung back to Dom Hemingway.

And I intend to enjoy each

moment of its fickle pleasure,

whether it lasts for a minute,

a day or a lifetime.

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