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

without doing nothing. I didn’t hear him say nothing about that. He just decided he wanted to get all pissed off because somebody might’ve used something or maybe was doing something or something.”
    â€œIf he says it’s there,” Frankie said, “it’s there. And you got to, if the guy’s worried about something, well, he doesn’t want to go and fuck it up, is all. You can’t blame a guy for that. He’s all right.”
    â€œYeah,” Russell said, “yeah. He’s so careful, how much’d you do the last time he got something set up for you? About sixty-eight months, am I right?”
    â€œFive and a half,” Frankie said. “That wasn’t his fault. He did time too, don’t forget.”
    â€œForget nothing,” Russell said. “He was the guy that set the thing up, wasn’t he? And now he’s got another bright idea. Okay. But me and Kenny, you give me another week with Kenny and we’ll have ourselves about twenty good dogs, and I guarantee you, the coke’ll be there and I’ll be where the coke is and I’ll have the money and I am
on
my fuckin’
way
. One month from today I got a Moto Guzzi and no shit from anybody.”
    A silver train pulled in from Cambridge. The red panel on the front read: QUINCY . It blocked the view ofthe heavyset man as he finished removing the E in SOUTHIE and started on the E in EATS .
    â€œSo I guess you’re not coming, then,” Frankie said.
    â€œLook,” Russell said, “go and see the guy. See if you can get him to tell you something about it. I’ll be around. You find out what it is, you’re still interested, don’t matter to me. You decide, you want to do it, it’s all right, I’m in. Without knowing. He still wants me out, I’m out. I’m not gonna waste the whole afternoon on it, though. That I’m not gonna do.”

“H E’S GETTING LAID ,” Frankie said. “He said he hadda choice between coming down here and getting laid, and he decided to get laid.”
    â€œCan’t blame a guy for that,” Amato said. “Somebody put one like that up to me today, I probably wouldn’t be here myself. So, I assume you’re still in for it, who else’re we gonna get? You think of somebody?”
    â€œI didn’t,” Frankie said. “I don’t know, he’s still interested. He didn’t, the only reason he didn’t come down here, he said if you wanted him to come in on it, okay, he’d come in on it. And if you didn’t, okay, no hard feelings, he’s doing all right.”
    Amato was silent. Then he said: “Frank, I just don’t like the guy, you know? I just don’t like him.”
    â€œHe’s all right,” Frankie said. “He comes on kind of strong when you first see him, but he’s basically all right. And he’s very, very stand-up.”
    â€œWhich, after the Doctor, we could both use,” Amato said.
    â€œYeah,” Frankie said. “I wouldn’t mind running into that son of a bitch some time again when I felt good.”
    â€œI don’t think you’re gonna,” Amato said. “Nobody’s seen the Doctor for a while, the way I get it.”
    â€œThat so?” Frankie said. “I wonder where he could’ve gone.”
    â€œWell,” Amato said, “you know, it’s hard to say. He was in San Francisco, he was in the service. He was always saying, he’d like to go back there some time. He said it was too cold, it got too cold for him around here.”
    â€œThat’s probably where he went, then,” Frankie said.
    â€œYeah,” Amato said. “Of course, this was Dillon, I get this from. He knows a guy.”
    â€œOh,” Frankie said.
    â€œDillon don’t look good,” Amato said. “He don’t look good at all. I was in town the other day and I saw him. He looks white, all white around the gills. I didn’t say anything to him, but he don’t look good at all.”
    â€œDillon’s getting old,” Frankie said.
    â€œWe all are,” Amato said. “Look at me, the way I let that little shitbird of yours get to me the other day? I never would’ve done that before. I’m yapping at the kids all the time, for Christ sake. For seven years the only time I see the little bastards’s once a month or so, and now I’m finally home and