Cheesy Movie | ONC translation

Scene seven

"One more, sir?" asked the innkeeper impassively, as Mr. Silent finished his second shot of vodka.

"Yes, why not?" Mr. Silent waved his hand lethargically

So the innkeeper refilled his glass with a cool nod.

Mr. Silent hardly waited for the last drops to fall from the neck of the bottle into his glass before he had drank it at once.

With a loud clink, he set it back on the bar and said sharply, "Next!"

If the bartender had been responsible, he would have at least shown some concern over the fact that this young man was trying to get drunk by noon, but this man was very practical. Well, tell me, what would a drunkard with enough money in his wallet to build his own pub do when a bartender refused to pour him a drink? Just get up, go to a rival pub across the street and carry on drinking? And so what changes? Yeah, nothing at all, just that the drunk in question will spend his money elsewhere and the bartender will lose his tip.

So the barman didn't even think twice about Mr Silent's apparently very strong self-destructive will and poured him another glass of vodka.

But before Mr. Silent could pour it down his nervously tightened throat, furious clanking of a tram sounded from outside.

Mr. Silent, who believed that he himself was already finished for good, was quite indifferent whom else tragedy would befall that day, so he calmly turned to the window facing the street, purely out of curiosity.

What he saw outside, however, managed to stir emotions even in his alcohol- and fear-dulled mind. It wasn't the tram, whose driver looked as if he was about to faint at any moment, that drew his attention. It was the passenger car that had caused the accident.

That
Was
His
Car

At that moment, all the emotions he had been suppressing for the past few years for the sake of his work were stirred in Mr. Silent.

Let them make him kill people! Let them silence him! Let them drown him in a fishbowl with some poisonous sea creatures!

But to steal his car and nearly destroy it in front of him just to laugh at him?

No! No! No! Hell no!!!

Mr. Silent may have been an incorrigible scoundrel, but he still believed there was any decency in the world that would prevent those miserable scumbag car thieves from mocking him so blatantly!

At that one moment, Mr. Silent's mind was overwhelmed by the rage caused by all he had had to endure for the past few years, and he finally decided to confront the adversity. He'll get his car back and give the thieving bastards what they deserve!

So Mr Silent put the undrunk glass of vodka back on the bar along with a five thousand note and said: "Keep the change."

Then, without looking back at the pub owner's surprised face, he got up from the bar and walked out into the street, from which his black Mercedes was just pulling away.

Luckily for him, Láďa hadn't been much of a skilled driver before, let alone now after four years of certain driving inactivity, so he easily found a cab and caught up with it when it pulled over to the side of the road to take a call from Arnošt.

Now, you'd certainly expect Mr. Silent to get into the car of the same taxi driver who had driven Robert and himself some time ago, but no, that would be too many coincidences for one day, don't you think?

No, he got into a completely different taxi, with a completely different driver, who happened to have the same opinion about meddling in his customers' lives. But his morals were augmented by the important addition: 'If you give me an extra hundred, I have no problem following that black car.'