Tone: ironic

With cops watching closely, he had an idea.

“Get me someone who can’t talk. That way, if he gets picked up, he can’t talk to the cops.”

They bring in Pete — a big bloke who looks mean as hell. He doesn’t speak and communicates only in sign language.

By the end of the week, Pete has collected $50,000.

Then he disappears.

The boss sends two goons. They track Pete down easily, but he just stares at them, expressionless.

So they drag him to an interpreter.

One of the goons says, “Ask him where the money is.”

The interpreter signs it.

Pete shrugs and signs back, “No idea what you’re talking about.”

The interpreter says, “He says he doesn’t know anything.”

The goon pulls out a gun and presses it to Pete’s head.

“Ask him again.”

The interpreter hesitates, then signs again.

Pete immediately folds.

“Alright! It’s in Central Park, under a tree stump near 78th Street!”

The interpreter turns back to the goons and says, “He says he doesn’t know anything — and he thinks you don’t have the guts to pull the trigger.”