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

I’m in ghinny heaven.”
    The small tires on the Duster howled as Frankie took it through the curves to the back of the third complex. “It’s a singles place,” he said. “You’re supposed to live here if you wanna get laid.”
    â€œI’d have to get awful horny to drive to New Hampshire to get laid,” Cogan said.
    â€œIt’s not that far,” Frankie said. “I thought the same thing, but Johnny got tied up one night and I hadda bring her back up here. It’s not that far.”
    â€œSeems far to me,” Cogan said. “This, this just proves it to me. The guy’s a shit.”
    â€œHe don’t have no control, where the girls live,” Frankie said. He pulled into an empty space and shut off the engine and the lights.
    â€œHe don’t have no control,” Cogan said. “Period.”
    â€œJackie,” Frankie said, “he’s really not a bad guy, you know? He’s not a bad guy at all.”
    Cogan slouched down in the seat. The suede coat piled up around him at the neck. He shut his eyes.“None of ’em are,” he said. “They’re all nice guys. They just get to thinking, you know?”
    â€œHe was always all right to me,” Frankie said.
    â€œSure,” Cogan said. “Got you almost six years inna fuckin’ slammer.”
    â€œThat wasn’t his fault,” Frankie said.
    â€œKid,” Cogan said, “when somebody does something, and somebody, he gets somebody else, and they go to fuckin’ jail for it, it’s his fault. That’s the rule.”
    â€œIt wasn’t his fault,” Frankie said.
    â€œThen this isn’t your fault,” Cogan said. “If that wasn’t his fault, this isn’t your fault.”
    â€œHe didn’t mean it,” Frankie said.
    â€œHasn’t got nothing to do with it,” Cogan said, “nothing at all.”
    A blue Rallye Nova passed behind the Duster.
    â€œThat them?” Cogan said.
    â€œNah,” Frankie said. “John, John’s got a Riviera.”
    â€œI know what he’s got,” Cogan said. “What I want to know is, that them?”
    â€œNope,” Frankie said. “I’d’ve said if it was. You got him wrong, you know. That jail thing, he had it worse’n I did, his family and all.”
    â€œHe’s not gonna have to do it again,” Cogan said.
    â€œHe stood up,” Frankie said. “He could’ve blamed it all on us.”
    â€œIn a way,” Cogan said, “he did.”
    â€œHe did not,” Frankie said. “He never said shit.”
    â€œHe didn’t say shit about you, maybe,” Cogan said. “He still called somebody up.”
    â€œAbout what?” Frankie said. “What’d he call up?”
    â€œHe knows how you do things,” Cogan said. “He knows how you’re supposed to, anyway. He knows.”
    â€œWhat’s he know?” Frankie said.
    â€œEver hear of the Doctor?” Cogan said.
    â€œYeah, yeah,” Frankie said. “Dillon says he’s dead. I know.”
    â€œWhen’re you talking to Dillon?” Cogan said.
    â€œI didn’t talk to him,” Frankie said. “Johnny told me that, said Dillon said the Doctor’s dead.”
    â€œHe is dead,” Cogan said.
    â€œOkay,” Frankie said, “you and Johnny and Dillon, the whole bunch of you say the Doctor’s dead. Big deal.”
    â€œThe Squirrel says he’s dead,” Cogan said.
    â€œJohnny said Dillon told him, the Doctor’s dead,” Frankie said.
    â€œThat shit,” Cogan said. “That fuckin’ shit.”
    A brown Maverick Grabber passed behind the Duster.
    â€œStill not them,” Frankie said. “Why?”
    â€œBecause he knows it himself,” Cogan said. “He knows very fuckin’ well, the Doctor’s dead.”
    â€œHow’s he know?” Frankie said.
    â€œHe paid a man,” Cogan said, “he paid a man, five thousand dollars, get the Doctor dead.”
    â€œBull
shit
,” Frankie said.
    â€œWhat’s his wife’s name,” Cogan said, “you want me to tell you, tell you what she looks like and everything, used to wear them big gold-hoop earrings? Connie.”
    â€œSo what?” Frankie said.
    â€œThat’s the broad that delivered the money,” Cogan said. “For the Doctor’s ass. Think he’d pay