Lucky Dog 1 translations 11 Bernardo route Bad Ending 03
Part 3: Daivan
Ticket to Hell
… … …No. I don’t get it. …I can’t tell what Bernardo’s thinking.
I stand from my seat.
|Gian: Well, I guess it’s my fault.|
|Gian: ‘cause I’m not made of Capo material at all.|
With just those words, I turn around and leave the room.
|Cavalli: Cease that this instant, Gian! No one is placing the blaming you!|
Giulio: Signor … Gian! Please wait…!
Ivan: Just let him go. He’s just throwing a tantrum.
I see red … but I keep walking. I know it’s really bad for me to just up and leave in the middle of a captain’s meeting, but…
|Gian: Damn it, all the whining and yammering… I can’t deal with them anymore…|
If it really comes down to swapping captains … they’ll know 100% for sure just how badly off we are. …Just what is Bernardo thinking, letting them in on that…?
I can’t tell. I don’t know what’s going on with him anymore… Even after all that happened last night … this morning, he pretends nothing’s happened. Just what the fuck…?
Besides, I can’t handle being in charge of the phones, no way. …It’s like Bernardo’s just shoving everything onto me… Shit!! Everything’s so messed up!!
|Gian: This … might be the end of the line … for us…|
…End of the line? For the CR:5? For me? For Bernardo? If so, then what should I do? Let him take me down with him…?
…Yeah fucking right.
But whether I run … or whether we actually get through to the gangsters that may or may not come … we’ll need dough…
The small change I’ve got in my pocket’s not gonna make a difference in the world…
|Gian: Money … huh… Oh, right…!|
I remember about the cash Bernardo’d earned through the exchange. Also included in the profits … are my dibs. He’d also said it’d be fine for me to use it.
No guards in sight. After checking that the conference in the lounge’d gotten underway, I head over to Bernardo’s room.
When I enter the room…
Bernardo stands from where he’d been sitting in deep thought and looks at me criticizingly, and…
He looks at me as though worried. Really, really worried. …Damn it, the hell’s up with him…? …Just yesterday, you did that shit to me, and now…?
…Just what do you want with me, damn it!!
Bernardo: Why did you leave in the middle of the meeting? If there’s something you’re displeased with, then address it to me! What you did back there is something a child would do.
…So now I’m a kid, eh… Guess, either way, I’m just some hole for you to fuck when your girl’s not around.
The roar of blackness crashing through my gut spreads instantly, taking even me by surprise.
|Gian: …Sorry, Bernardo. There’s something I wanna talk ‘bout. Could you send the others off?|
|Bernardo: …This is sudden.|
But nevertheless, Bernardo reassigns the men in the room on Phone and desk duty to other tasks outside the room. I…
I can feel the pitch black pool bubbling in the pit of my stomach, boiling like thick tar… I remember what had happened yesterday, the memory kindling the swamp in a roar of flame.
|Gian: So, about yesterday night…|
|Bernardo: …Gh… That was… …Sorry … um… But, please understand! I wasn’t just playing around! I was…|
Oh, how rare! Bernardo’s at a loss for words. …I guess it’s no surprise. Even if he was drunk, we’ve got the Head Captain here plowing into the future Second Boss’s ass here.
|Gian: Oh? So you weren’t just playing around. You mean you were a fag from the start? Well, I guess it doesn’t matter either way in the end.|
I find a place on Bernardo’s desk and settle down.
|Gian: So, about yesterday. You mentioned you’d split some of that easy money with me, right? I’d like it here. Now.|
|Gian: What? ‘s that a no? Well, this is different from what you’d said yesterday!|
|Bernardo: N-No, that’s not what I mean. Just … why? It’s so sudden.|
I make a show of my sigh.
|Gian: You wanna do anything, you’ve gotta have the dough … even if that’s leaving this hellhole of a place.|
|Gian: …Tell the truth, ‘s not gonna be long ‘fore this place falls. Why’re you spending so much time on them? You should be getting ready to bolt, too…|
|Gian: …while you still got the cash, hm?|
Bernardo, stiff as a statue, doesn’t respond.
|Gian: How ‘bout this, then? Why don’t we bust this joint together? That way, we won’t look so suspect.|
Bernardo: I can’t … do that. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now. Gian … you should also dispel such foolish thoughts from your head.
|Gian: Hah! Then … what?! Let’s all play buddy-buddy and wait to die like dogs?!|
There’s no answer from Bernardo. This irritates me … or rather, I can feel red claws of rage breach through the black swamp that’d settled in the bottom of my gut.
…I’m … just doing what I want here! There’s nothing wrong with that…!
Bernardo: As for the money … you should know, too, right? Most of the raw cash isn’t being kept here. It would also take time to move it, so…
Bernardo: …cool your head, Gian!
With that one phrase, something snapped and stung like a rubber band. It’s then…
…a phone rings. Bernardo’s eyes shift over to it.
Bernardo: …It’s me. Yes, there’s no problem here. I’ve prepared the amount going to the police. Now we have to wait for them to finish their task…
…”No problem” my fucking ass. I walk over slowly, just like I’d usually do when I’d sit down to help Bernardo …
A different phone set rings then. Bernardo’s eyes glance over at the horn through his glasses … and then at me…
|Gian: Shut … the fuck up…!!|
It caught him completely by surprise. I hurl the phone set I’d used to whack Bernardo onto the floor…
…curls up on the floor like a grub. Stock still. …Did I kill him? For a second, I feel debilitating fear and regret…
Bernardo groans and blacks out. Every now and then, he takes a groaning breath. I stand over him and look down… I don’t feel an ounce of regret or hatred. Just…
|Gian: We’re already … done for…|
That was the only thing I could feel, and the only thought filling my head.
|Gian: Right… Money…|
I need money to bid farewell to everything here and haul myself out of Daivan. I rifle through Bernardo’s desk…
…Damn it…! Nothing…! The cash must be in the family bank or in some hidden safe. Either one’s out of my reach now.
|Gian: Shit…! It’s all … your fault…!|
I fall to my knees and search Bernardo’s jacket as he’s still moaning. …Shit … there’s … no wallet?! It must be in the coat he’d left with the people outside the room…
And there’s guards watching that! …Shit! Shit!!
Darkness descends over my eyes. I reach to search Bernardo’s pants, too…
|Bernardo: …Uh… G…ian… Why…?|
|Gian: Shut … your trap…!|
Suddenly, my hands come across something funny. Bernardo’s belt… Near the buckle, there’s something unnaturally bulky there…
|Gian: …What’s this?|
My fingers and eyes zero in to check what Bernardo’s belt’s hiding…
…In the back of the belt, there’s a massive slit. And in that…
|Gian: …Haha! I guess that’s right! You wouldn’t go anywhere without some cash, just for emergencies, right?|
It’s dollar bills, folded up and stuffed tight into the belt slit. Ten dollar bills. Hundred dollars, too.
There’s … more than 5000 here…! With this much, I’ll be set for a while… I jam the bills into my pocket.
|Gian: I’ll … be helping myself to this. Well, then. …Addio, Bernardo.|
|Gian: …Was … fun, being with you… Always.|
|Bernardo: Ugh… Gi…an…! Sto-|
I stomp the voice out…
…and leave Bernardo and his world behind.
Outside, Bernardo’s guards, the ones Bernardo’d sent out, are gathered around with unsettled expressions. I say to them,
|Gian: Bernardo wants to be left alone for a bit.|
Bernardo’s Subordinate A: Eh … Comandante said that…?
|Gian: Get a hint, man. Says he’s making a call to a doll he hasn’t seen in a while.|
The men look at each other … and bow to me. They don’t like they’re quite that convinced, but whatever. All I need’s a half-hour or so before they go in.
…And in that time, he’ll also be…
I walk as casually as I can towards the elevator…
After I’ve left the hotel, I pick up a cab. Neither the other captains nor guards spot me, which I guess really does make me the Lucky Dog.
Driver: Where ya going?
|Gian: …Sigh… Lessee…|
I look up at the hotel. …Addio, CR:5. Addio, Bernardo… I’m going to live the way I wanna live.
|Gian: …South. Just go south.|
I flash the cabbie 10 bucks and say,
|Gian: Take me’s far as this can go. I’m gonna be catching some rays someplace warm…|
Driver: Hehe, sounds nice, that! All right, then…
|Gian: No need to hurry. …Let’s just take it slow.|
The taxi sets off. Leaving behind my cruel, entirely unkind fate.
I vacantly gaze at the sunset outside the window. …I won’t ever see this scenery again. …I won’t ever see him again…
|Gian: …That idiot. He should’ve skipped the moment he had the chance…|
For an instant, the thought of taking Bernardo and running fills my mind … but I shake my head and shake it out.
With that much money, Bernardo – if it’s Bernardo … he’ll make something of it… No matter where he goes… Even if it’s without me…