Killing Them Softly (Cogan's Trade Movie Tie-in Edition)

probably not working tomorrow night, either,” Mitch said. “We got to set this thing up, and all. Who’s gonna help me?”
    â€œI got a kid,” Cogan said. “He’s not the sharpest thingI ever seen, but he’ll do what you tell him. You want him to drive, he’ll drive. Anything.”
    â€œIs he gonna fuck up?” Mitch said. “Never mind what somebody tells him, does he fuck up?”
    â€œLook,” Cogan said, “this kid’d tear a fuckin’ car in half with his bare hands, you asked him. He’s very dependable. But you got to tell him. You tell him, he’ll do it. He’ll go through a fuckin’ building, he’s got to.”
    â€œI personally,” Mitch said, “I’d rather have a guy that’d see the building and go around it. I can’t afford, I don’t want no guy that’s gonna go on no fuckin’ rampage the minute I let him out of my sight. You sure you can’t come in on this?”
    â€œLook,” Cogan said, “the guy’s name’s Johnny Amato. I know him. I did, he wanted Dillon to do something for him once, and Dillon couldn’t do it. So Dillon told him, if it was all right, he’d ask me, and the guy said: ‘Yeah.’ So I did it, and he paid me. He knows me.”
    â€œHow much does this kid know?” Mitch said.
    â€œKenny?” Cogan said. “Kenny knows nothing. I didn’t tell him nothing. He don’t know you’re in town. He knew it, it wouldn’t mean nothing to him.”
    â€œI don’t want him,” Mitch said.
    The waiter brought Cogan’s change and the coffee.
    â€œI don’t want that, either,” Mitch said.
    The waiter left.
    â€œI didn’t say you wanted it,” Cogan said.
    â€œI don’t want no fuckin’ nutcakes, either,” Mitch said.
    â€œWell,” Cogan said, “look, I mean, you got to tell me what you want, then, right? Because I don’t know.”
    â€œWhere is this guy?” Mitch said.
    â€œQuincy,” Cogan said. “Wollaston, actually.”
    â€œI don’t know where the fuck that is,” Mitch said.
    â€œI can show you,” Cogan said.
    â€œBut he knows you,” Mitch said. “Great. Look, this other guy, the one you’re doing?”
    â€œYeah,” Cogan said.
    â€œDo him,” Mitch said, “and the way I get it, that’s gonna do something to the guy I’m supposed to hit.”
    â€œGot to,” Cogan said.
    â€œGonna make him relax, or something,” Mitch said.
    â€œI think,” Cogan said.
    â€œOkay, then,” Mitch said. “So, we got to give him a chance to relax then, haven’t we? And you got to get me somebody that can drive a car without running into things, and also you got to get me something. You haven’t got anything yet, I assume.”
    â€œI was gonna ask you what you wanted,” Cogan said.
    â€œGood,” Mitch said, “forty-five Military Police. I never use nothing else.”
    â€œOkay,” Cogan said.
    â€œIf you’re the guy that’s starting it,” Mitch said, “it’s a great thing. One of them. And a guy that can do things. How long’s that gonna take you?”
    â€œDay or so,” Cogan said.
    â€œAnd a car,” Mitch said.
    â€œStill a day or so,” Cogan said.
    â€œAnd where he’s gonna be,” Mitch said.
    â€œSame thing,” Cogan said.
    â€œYou know something?” Mitch said. “I don’t think you can do it that fast.”
    â€œI can,” Cogan said.
    â€œWell,” Mitch said, “then I think you’re not gonna and I don’t care if you can or not. Now, this’s, we’re gonna do this, this is Thursday. We’re gonna do him Saturday night. That’s when we’re gonna do it. You guys’re all half-assed up here. You don’t take the time to think about things. I do.”
    â€œAlways glad to meet a guy, you can learn something from,” Cogan said.
    â€œI been at this a long time,” Mitch said. “I messed up some things, but never one of these. Now, that leaves me tonight and tomorrow night. Who’s gonna see me tonight?”
    â€œI can’t promise nothing special,” Cogan said.
    â€œDon’t like fuckin’, is that it?” Mitch said.
    â€œNever paid for it, anyway,” Cogan said.
    â€œWell, company’s what I want,”