Cheesy Movie | ONC translation

Scene nine

"Lola, would you stop laughing for just a second?" Arnošt shouted at his protegee, who, despite his protests, had finished her marijuana joint on the metro and was now as sane as a man who had just been kicked in the head by a horse.

Lola, who was only able to stay on her feet because Arnošt was dragging her behind him like a sack of potatoes, laughed uncontrollably again and squealed, "You're really pretty when you're angry, you know that? How come you don't have a girlfriend yet? You're almost always this annoying..."

Arnošt took a deep breath and counted to ten.

Yes, a typical way to deal with a difficult situation, but still effective nonetheless. At that moment, those ten seconds were all that separated Arnošt from murder of passion... followed by suicide of passion.

"Lola," Arnošt said, his voice trembling. "If you don't stop acting like a spoiled little child right now, I'm going to kick your ass!"

"You wouldn't..." giggled Lola, leaning back against Arnošt, taking great care to touch him with as much of her full breasts as possible.

And that's when Arnošt ran out of patience. With Lola, with his work, and with the whole world.

He was tired of everyone messing with him. He was fed up with the fact that even a common, filthy porn actress could afford to treat him like this. He was fed up with those pompous old men who shamelessly capitalized on people's love of low-quality, shoddy filmography, thinking you could write a script in two weeks!

And now he wanted to take life into his own hands again! He wanted to show everyone that it was not a good idea to mess with him and win back some of the respect he had lost a long time ago, even if he had to achieve it in a somewhat controversial way.

And so, without giving it any more thought, Arnošt slapped Lola's soft, make-up covered face.

After that fateful slap, both Lola and Arnošt froze, as if they had no idea which of them had the greater right to be angry in this situation and who should show his indignation first.

And so, being completely drugged, insulted and confused, Lola could no longer contain herself and burst into tears like a little girl, whom she now resembled in clothes and hairstyle in addition to her behavior.

And that was the end of Arnošt's efforts to win Lola's respect. He had just been seized by this unexpected burst of self-respect, but it was all washed away by Lola's tears. Arnošt was still just a human, and a man moreover. So she had awakened in him that eternal gentleness which a single tear from a beautiful woman can always awaken in any man with a bit of feeling in his body.

Well, one could argue about Lola's beauty. She might have had a chance to become beautiful in her childhood, but now, ruined by her profession and drug addiction, she was at best mediocrely attractive, but hey, Arnošt was a mediocrely demanding man.

So, overcome by an unknown regret, Arnošt patted Lola gently on the shoulder and said softly, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I just need this meeting with the investors not to end in disaster, and for that I need your help. It would help me immensely if you would come with me now, sit down silently and be still. Do you think you can do that? Would you do that for me?"

Lola turned her big blue eyes on Arnošt, smiled, then snapped, "No."

"You damn creature!" Arnošt hissed impatiently, shaking Lola roughly. "So differently. I don't give a damn what you think of it. You're just going to go inside, sit in your chair like a good girl, and shut up, or I'll throw you out the window right here on the tenth floor and leave you to splash on the sidewalk!"