Lucky Dog 1 translations 09 Bernardo route 02 best

Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 9 Best

Meet the Janitor


Bernardo’s room is still devoid of its owner…

At the desk, the Black Suits on phone duty pick up the occasionally ringing phone and add yet another sheet to the growing mountain of memos.  The men doing the accounting are also organizing some kind of ledger.

…I don’t even know what to do without Bernardo around…

I sigh.  Sitting in front of me, on the sofa table, is a coffee pot gone completely cold – left behind just like me.

Knock knock.

Someone knocks on the door.  …Guess it’s not Bernardo.  …One of his crew?  I hear the sound of the door opening and closing beyond my vision.

Light footsteps tap tap across the room … and halt right beside me.  I raise my eyes.


Janitor: Good morning.  I presume Don Ortolani is absent?

…Who’s this?  It’s a man I’ve never seen before, his hood shadowing his eyes and the wide grin beneath his round spectacles.

giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: …May I ask who you are?  Bernardo is currently … absent.  If you need something, I’ll take a message for him.

Janitor: Oh my, is that so?  Then … oh, what shall I do now?  …Oh!  Apologies.  May I help myself?


Question marks pop into existence over my head as the man pours a cup full of the coffee-gone-cold before he takes the milk and sugar and starts pouring … dumping in globs of it…

giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: Aah, h-hold on…!  I’ll go and get a hot pot—

Janitor: Oh, it is no problem.  This is perfect.  You see, I have a dislike of hot drinks.

The man’s eyes curve into crescents behind his moon-round glasses (though the lens are tinted so I can’t really see behind them) as he mixes up the coffee, which is so thick the spoon looks like it’d stand straight in the air if he let go.

…Who is this?  By the time I’ve questioned this the umpteenth time, I open my mouth to give voice to the question when the man takes the hand not swirling the coffee and,


Janitor: Oh.  My apologies for such a late introduction.  …This is my occupation.


The man hands me a business card.  On the card, lovingly embossed with decorations…

‘Love & Peace Cleaning Company – Jack-of-all-trades.  Will lovingly cleanse, put away, and take care of your trash for your peace of mind.  Please talk with representative R. Verhoeven beforehand.’

giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: …A cleaner?  I thought the hotel’s people took care of cleanup her—

Janitor: Oh, no.  I am employed by the CR:5…  I am the janitor who works directly under Don Ortolani – Mr. Bernardo sir.

Janitor: The name card is only how I appear on the legitimate side of business.

giandaivanu2-2-1 Gian: Bernardo’s subordinate, huh.  …You’re from Europe?

Janitor: Yes.  I am no one special, but Mr. Ortolani takes good care of me.

With those words, the man takes out a bundle of notes buried somewhere within the folds of his coat and slides them towards me.

…They’re invoices…

giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: …Just where’d you clean up?  Some of these top 500 dollars…  Does Bernardo know about this?

Janitor: Yes.  This was his request.  The 500 dollars are protection money from the police.  The 300 there are for nasal sprays from the hospital…

The man explains the amounts – none of which are in any way small change – to me like he’s prattling about nothing but the weather.  I somehow or another realize something and try bringing it up.

giandaivanu3-3-2 Gian: This is just a guess, but … you’re the guy who takes care … of the, um, bodies and stuff, then?


The man’s eyes squint, and then he grins with the smile of a child.

Janitor: Yes.  Thank you for your constant patronage.  With the skirmishes the previous day, there are quite a few corpses needing to be cleaned up.  There are some the police have witnessed as well, so it was rather difficult…

giandaivanu1-5-2 Gian: A janitor, huh…

One such person is standing right before my eyes.  The man, completely different through and through from what I’d first imagined, laps at the cold coffee as though savoring it.

giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: …Got it.  I’ll pass this off to Bernardo.


Janitor: Thank you very much.  …Please excuse me if I am being rude, but … would you happen to be Sir Giancarlo?

giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: Y-Yeah.  You … know about me?

Janitor: Mr. Ortolani has talked about you for quite some time now.  From what I have heard, you are the most important person in the CR:5.  I hope you may continue your patronage in the future…

….How to put this – he’s completely incomprehensible.  He’s putting on a humble, subservient attitude, but … it’s like he’s a clown or swapping masks or something.  I can’t get a grasp on him.

…If Bernardo’s talked to him about me, does this mean Bernardo trusts him…?

Gradually, I start itching to shuffle and move like I’m sitting on a bed of coals as I stay seated in front of this man.  Then, I spot…


giandaivanu3-13-2 Gian: …Oooh…!  Bernardo…!

The familiar figure enters the room with his guards.  Bernardo’s eyes catch sight of me from behind his glasses.

Bernardo: …Gian…  …Um, I’m sorry about today…

giandaivanu2-6-2 Gian: …We already heard from Grampa Cavalli, so it’s OK.

Bernardo: …I’m sorry.  I thought about telling you … but there wasn’t a chance—

giandaivanu1-9-2b Gian: I’ll get up earlier tomorrow.  But … I’m relieved.  Everyone was kicking up a ruckus, wondering whether the GD pulled a fast one on you or something.


…Though, to be honest the only one who’d been pulling his hair out’d been me…

With a slightly fatigued face, tainted with the dredges of tension still stuck to his face and aura about him, Bernardo looks at me and gives a small smile.

berndaivan4-5-1 Bernardo: …Originally, I should have taken action after holding a conference with everyone, but … that is, there wasn’t time…
giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: …Mm.  Right, someone you know’s…

I jab a finger at the bills sitting on the table and glance over in the janitor’s direction.

berndaivan1-1-1 Bernardo: Huh.  I didn’t know you were here, Ragtliffe.


Ragtliffe: Yes.  I used up quite a bit of my funds yesterday…  If I don’t forward the bills to you, it will become impossible to purchase food for my turtle…

giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: Turtle?

Ragtliffe: Yes.  My pet turtle.  He’s very cute.


…Yeah, I really don’t get him.  Bernardo sighs as he scans the invoices on the table … and then sighs again.


Bernardo: …Are we being extorted by the cops again?  They’re as ravenous as Rockefeller nowadays.

Ragtliffe: There are many police and hospital workers in financial straits because of the low economy.  Though, it is wonderful that everyone is being so cooperative!

giandaivanu3-2-1b Gian: …Oh right, I forgot.  Luchino wanted to give this to you…


I hand over the book Luchino’d entrusted to me.  Without looking to see what’s inside, Bernardo takes the book and heaves a deep sigh.

berndaivan4-2-2 Bernardo: I know that it’s all necessary fees, but … breakfast for me was one doughnut at the stand, and in addition I skipped lunch.  Compared to that, this amount is enough to make me cry.
giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: …We in the red this month?


Bernardo: It’s nothing much.  We’re only about as red as the Moscow flag.


Bernardo shrugs and chuckles.  His face locked in that expression, he sits down around the cold coffee pot as though guarding it from the world.

berndaivan4-2-1 Bernardo: Gian, this is your first time meeting him, right?  This is our janitor, Ragtliffe.
giandaivanu1-9-2b Gian: Yeah.  He gave me a really pretty business card earlier.  Hmm?  …Ragtliffe?  It’s not Radcliffe?

Ragtliffe: Yes.  It is not the other, but rather ‘Ragtliffe.’  My father, you see, gave me the name while he was drunk.  It may be difficult to pronounce, so please call me Janitor if you wish.

…There’s all kinds of people in the world.  I sigh and lean backwards, slumping into the sofa … and as though my innards had shifted with me,

giandaivanu1-1-2 Gian: …Ngh.  Speaking of, I haven’t eaten anything since morning today.
berndaivan4-1-1 Bernardo: Shall we call room service?  With the tension gone now that I’m back, I’m getting hungry.
giandaivanu3-3-1 Gian: Speaking of … Bernardo, how’d the conference go…?


Bernardo: I’ll talk as we eat.  Either way, we need to have a captain meeting afterwards.

Bernardo quietly replies before standing and facing the desk.  As though waiting for him, the men on phone duty at the desks wait with memos in hand.

giandaivanu2-5-1 Gian: Make sure to let everyone know.  …No matter what they say, they were all worried about you, you know?
berndaivan4-4-2 Bernardo: …All right.  Can you wait a second?  I have a backlog of messages…

With those words, Bernardo turns towards his desk, places several of the phone receivers on his desk in a line and, one after another, turns their dials.

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Rai
    Nov 16, 2013 @ 00:05:42

    …Though, to be honest that’d been pulling their hair out was me…

    Not really sure how to correct that sentence…

    Shall we call room service?  With the tension’s (tension) gone now that I’m back, I’m getting hungry.…



  2. Shirahane
    Nov 16, 2013 @ 07:16:41

    Seeing Ragtliffe again remind of Ivan’s route when he said he had a pig farm and Gian imagined him and Ivan being fed to pigs. I laughed so hard then.



  3. Sewwawa
    Jul 22, 2015 @ 13:22:21

    When Ragtliffe come after knocking out, I heard he said “Konnichiwa”, but you write it as “Good morning..”

    Sorry for bothering you haha. ;;;
    Thanks so much for putting your time to translating!



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