Dom Hemingway Page #4
What you owe me
is what I f***ing want!
I said, you'll get what is yours.
Plus a f***ing present!
- A real present.
- OK, Dom...
Let's say, your girlfriend.
The one with the bicycle.
What's her name?
Paolina? I want her.
Don't be crazy, Dom.
I'm not crazy.
I want her, naked,
like she likes it,
with a little red
bow on her clitoris
- for me to untie with my teeth.
- Enough. The joke is over.
- I think you should sober up, OK?
- Joke's on you, Ivana.
- Go rest. We'll see you at dinner.
- Ivana Anal-toli.
I have been nothing but polite.
Polite? Polite! Aren't
you the bee's knees?
C*nt.
F***er.
C*nt.
You don't want me to get rough.
Trust me, don't go there.
Don't presuppose to
know what I want.
You don't threaten me,
not with that girl's name.
Not with that little
girl's name, Ivana.
Ivana. Ivana? Ivana?
You don't scare me.
You don't f***ing
scare me, Anal-toli.
I've seen death. I've seen evil.
I've seen fire. I've seen rain.
I've seen lonely days
You don't f***ing scare me.
I eye-f*** you. I throat-f*** you!
- Dom!
- Shut it, Dickie!
You one-armed f***. You freak.
You one-armed f***ing f*** freak!
No one's talking to you! No
one's ever talking to you!
I'm f***ing bored.
I'm f***ing drunk.
I'm f***ing drunk and
I'm f***ing bored.
I said what I wanted to say.
I said it and you heard it.
Now I'm gonna take a nap.
I'll see you wanks at dinner.
And no f***ing rabbit.
Dom, you up?
It's 6:
30, it's dinner.Dom, mate!
Dom?
Jesus Christ.
Dom! Dom!
- Dom, are you f***ing mad?
- I screwed it up, Dickie.
I screwed everything up.
Really? Cos I thought you
were just mentally retarded.
Like those boys with the
bowl cuts on the telethons.
- Dickie, I'm a mess. Look at me.
- I'm trying not to.
I'm pathetic, I don't belong here.
I'm a monster. I'm a dinosaur.
- Don't forget nudist, Dom. Don't forget
that! - I ought to be thrown away.
Sent to a leper colony, forgotten
about, left to rot with the maggots.
Jesus, Dom, you've got to
get control of yourself.
You've got to beg
forgiveness of him.
- You've got to put on trousers.
- I've been locked up for so long, Dickie.
I see the light, the air.
It's been so long since
I look at the clouds, I go nuts.
You mix in the whisky, you mix
in the p*ssy, I go crazy.
I'm a crazy man.
I'm a f***ing nutter!
- I mean, I'm afraid to see my own daughter.
- Really?
But not too afraid to insult one of
the most dangerous men in Europe.
Unfortunately, you had
the brass for that one.
He's gonna kill me. I insulted
him in his own villa.
- He'll forgive you.
- He's gonna f***ing kill me, Dickie.
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