Cheesy Movie | ONC translation

Scene Two

"Do you still have any doubts, sir? Understand, because of the nature of our business I can give you no official guarantee, but what we are embarking on is so profitable in itself that no guarantee is necessary." Said Mr. Silent, a handsome young man of about twenty with slick golden hair.

Then he stooped down to the surface of the fragrant forest floor, picked up a flat pebble from it, and skilfully skipped it. The pebble bounced gracefully several times off the turquoise ripples of the pond, on the bank of which Mr. Silent stood with a serious-looking, well-dressed man.

When Mr. Silent had sufficiently enjoyed the elegant ripples he had caused on that formerly smooth, crystal clear face of water, he straightened his extravagant, black, brocade suit and turned to his companion with a broad smile.

"I remember standing here in this very spot exactly a month ago with a friend of mine, trying to persuade him, as I'm persuading you now..." said Mr. Silent thoughtfully, absently snapping his fingers as if trying to fish some distant memory from his mind. "He resisted... resisted the progress I was offering, but finally he said 'Okay. I'll take it. I may not believe it, but I'll gladly take the risk for you.' And a month later? He came to me on his knees and thanked me for finally talking him into it! He even offered me some of the vast fortune he had made, but I refused. In short, I don't need any more money! There's so much money in this business, there's enough for everyone! You don't have to argue with anyone here, you don't even have to try hard, and the money will come pouring onto your bank account!"

Mr. Silent ended his speech with an enthusiastic clap and cast a conspiratorial glance at his potential business partner.

He just shrugged his shoulders and said happily, "What can I say? You've convinced me! I'll take it! Just one last question... Why the hell are you called Mr. Silent?"

"That's a good question..." Mr. Silent said with a disturbing smile. "I don't talk much."

"Is that a joke?" The man laughed. "No offense, but I haven't met a more talkative person in a long time!"

"I like to believe so, but unfortunately, secrecy is part of my professional demeanor. It simply inspires trust in people. So what can I do about it? I love to talk and it torments me when I have to keep all my thoughts to myself. That way I can only talk to someone who I'm sure won't reveal my true personality to anyone else... by the way, that reminds me that I still have a job to do here."

With those words, Mr. Silent pulled a small black pistol from under his jacket and pointed it at the poor man, who assumed this was an ordinary business meeting (and naively believed there was absolutely nothing suspicious about meeting in the woods).

"Good-bye, sir. It was indeed a pleasure doing business with you." Mr. Silent said almost regretfully (but really only almost) and shot the unfortunate man, who couldn't even manage to run away due to the shock, between the eyes in the middle of the forehead.

Mr. Silent watched in silence as his victim's limp body buckled and dark blood gushed from his forehead... like water from a park fountain.

As the corpse fell face first into the damp dark dirt and gradually ceased its post-mortem twitching, a heartfelt sigh escaped Mr. Silent's lips.

Now he would have to be silent again...

But there was also something magical about silence. As he looked around, dismissing the thought of standing over the cooling body of someone who, because of him, was no longer breathing, it was a glorious day. The sun was shining, a pleasant breeze gently brushed the treetops, and he was free! Free as the woodpeckers, who, like a great forest orchestra, hammered their song into the trees. Free as...