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

french? I happen to like fucking. Who’s hiring who, here?’ Didn’t make no difference at all. You can feel her up, you can finger-fuck her, but you can’t fuck her. For Christ sake. A fuckin’ blow job.”
    â€œIt’s supposed to be a great blow job,” Cogan said.
    â€œWhen you wanna get laid,” Mitch said, “there’s no such thing as a great blow job. She’s telling me, guys spend two, three hundred a night for what she does. Is that true?”
    â€œI guess it used to be,” Cogan said.
    â€œYeah,” Mitch said, “well, you know what I think? I think you’re all nuts, letting broads get away with that.”
    â€œShe’s supposed to be afraid of the clap,” Cogan said.
    â€œYeah,” Mitch said, “well, okay. That line of work, I don’t think you oughta be able to say like that, but I didn’t have no luck with her. She, she still didn’t fuck anybody that I could tell you about. Her teeth fall out, boy, she’s gonna be the hit of the world. But not me. You know something? I’ll tell you something.” Mitchfinished his drink. “I haven’t had a real piece of ass since I was in Florida.”
    â€œThat was one fine-lookin’ broad you had down there,” Cogan said.
    â€œSunny,” Mitch said. “That was Sunny. I suppose you fucked her too, after I was gone.”
    â€œMitch,” Cogan said, “when me and Dillon got there that night, she was with you. When we left, you’re still there and, wasn’t she still with you? You’re there, what was it?”
    â€œThree weeks,” Mitch said.
    â€œThree weeks,” Cogan said. “And I was there five days, inna middle. How the fuck’m I gonna do that?”
    â€œI dunno,” Mitch said. He picked up the glass. “Empty again.” He got up. “Sure you won’t join me?”
    â€œNot late enough yet, either,” Cogan said.
    Mitch went into the bathroom. Cogan heard ice go into the glass. He did not hear water running. “Sammy did it,” Mitch said from the bathroom.
    â€œThe guy from Detroit,” Cogan said. “Sharp-looking little ginzo.”
    â€œSammy’s Jewish,” Mitch said.
    â€œOkay,” Cogan said. “I didn’t mean anything.”
    â€œNo trouble,” Mitch said. “He looks like a ginzo. I wished he was. But he’s Jewish. All the years I known that guy, he still did it. The son of a bitch.”
    Cogan heard water running in the bathroom. Mitch emerged with a dark Scotch and water. He was wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand. “It’s my own stupid fault,” he said. “The night before I’m leaving, we’re having dinner and he comes over, I introduce them and everything. I don’t know why this bothers me, you know that?”
    â€œNo,” Cogan said.
    Mitch sat down. He put the glass on the end table. “I mean, I know. When I’m there, I’m there and she’s with me. When I leave, you’re there, and she’s with you.”
    â€œShe wasn’t with me,” Cogan said.
    â€œI didn’t mean you,” Mitch said. “I mean: any guy. Anybody that’s there, she’s with him. You leave, she’s not with you any more.”
    â€œOh,” Cogan said.
    â€œSee,” Mitch said, “that’s what I mean. I know that. I give her, well, last year, I’m down there, I was only there two weeks. No, three weeks. Anyway, that’s how many nights?”
    â€œTwenty-one,” Cogan said.
    â€œNo,” Mitch said, “ah, anyway, I had her all signed up. It was fourteen nights. You know what that cost me? Three thousand dollars.”
    â€œNow,” Cogan said, “that really oughta do it. I wouldn’t pay no broad three thousand to do anything. I wouldn’t care what she could do. I wouldn’t pay it.”
    â€œI didn’t care,” Mitch said. “I was still with the union then, and the guys that had the jobs, they were always very nice to me. You didn’t have no wildcats or anything, well, see what I mean? I didn’t care. So it’s a lot. I’m not in
love
with the girl, right? I only give her for when I’m there.”
    â€œShe’s still a great-looking girl, though,” Cogan said.
    â€œShe is,” Mitch said. “That fuckin’ Sammy. The night you saw her, what’d she have