Dom Hemingway Page #3

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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?

They found his fingers strewn

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.

But thank you, thank you.

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

my Evelyn growing up.

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.

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