Killing Them Softly (Cogan's Trade Movie Tie-in Edition) (25 page)

“Now,” Cogan said, “China's a smart bastard. He's down there and he knows he's gotta see somebody and see them quick. So he gets himself a habe or something and they bring him up here and he gets a chance to get the word to a few guys and somebody got in to see him and he told him: ‘Look, I'm gonna get a shiv up my ass if somebody doesn't start stopping all this talk and shit, you know? And, I'm not gonna stand still for that. If I gotta protect myself, I'm gonna have to go to somebody and start telling them things, and I don't want to do that, all right?' So the guy comes out and he puts it around and China's all right again with everybody. See, that's what I mean. China's a smart bastard, knows how to protect his ass. Markie, well, he knew a lot about broads, but I guess he didn't know nothing about protecting his ass.”

“Kind of hard to cover your ass,” Frankie said, “you
don't even know some guy's after you for dipping your wick. Kind of hard.”

“Yeah,” Cogan said, “but there's other things it could've been, it could've happened. Now Markie, Markie ran a game. And it got knocked over. You know that?”

“I think I heard something about it,” Frankie said.

“Yeah,” Cogan said. He drank his beer. To the bartender he said: “Lemme have another one.” To Frankie he said: “Want another one?”

“I think I'm set,” Frankie said.

“Right,” Cogan said. He accepted the fresh mug and drank from it. “Good,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Nothin' like a cold beer, I always say. Well, now, Trattman always ran that game, right? He had a game running ever since anybody can remember. And he had a game, went over before. He got robbed before. And you know something?” Cogan said. “It was actually Markie, had it knocked over.”

“Maybe he did it again,” Frankie said.

“There's a lot of silly shits that're running around, saying that,” Cogan said. “I actually heard some of that talk myself. And it pissed me off. Because, Markie wasn't no particular friend of mine, you understand, I bet I didn't talk to him more'n once, twice, in my whole life. So, he gets himself in some kind of trouble, it's not up to me, go around and straighten him out. Who am I? Just a guy he knows. Why's he gonna listen to me? But since then, I thought, I should've. I really should've. Because there wasn't nothing to that talk and shit. Markie wouldn't do that again. He was way too smart for that. But see, that's what I mean. He hadda
know
, he hadda know the kind of talk that was going around, and he should've been smart enough, he heard some of it, like China, you know? Do something
about it. So some silly shit don't decide he's gonna make himself all kinds of friends, all he's gotta do is whack Trattman out. It's a crazy fuckin' world.

“See, Frankie,” Cogan said, turning slightly toward him, “I think that's what China and them think, your friends, that're worried about you. They think, well, they dunno how much you grown up, since you got out, even. They think you need somebody around, knows about things, advise you.”

“Yeah,” Frankie said.

“Teach you how to cover your ass,” Cogan said. “See, like I was saying, it's not what you been doing so much's it is what guys think you been doing, and that's what you got to look out for, and when it happens, well, you got to be prepared to do something.”

“Yeah,” Frankie said.

“So,” Cogan said in a lower voice, “where's he gonna be, tomorrow night?”

“Who?” Frankie said.

“Johnny Amato,” Cogan said. “Tomorrow night. Where's he gonna be?”

“I dunno,” Frankie said.

“Frank,” Cogan said, “you got to keep in mind what I told you. Your friends're worried about you. You wanna finally get laid right, it's your friends, they wanna see you get the chance, you know what I mean? And it's your friends, wanna know where Squirrel's gonna be.”

“This's the first time I seen you,” Frankie said.

“New friends're best,” Cogan said. “Your other one, there, you can't depend on him, you know? Look at what he got you in before. All that time. You could've been out getting a decent piece of ass, 'stead of pounding sand up yours and everything.”

“I don't know who the fuck you are,” Frankie said.

“Very few guys do,” Cogan said. “Oh, China, maybe, and, oh yeah: Dillon. Dillon knows me. You're, you strike me as a pretty intelligent guy. Want me to call Dillon for you, and you can talk to him, see who I am? There's not much to find out, I can tell you that. But you can talk to him. Wanna talk to Dillon?”

“No,” Frankie said.

“Well okay,” Cogan said. “Where's he gonna be? I know you're gonna know, if you don't know now.”

“I haven't got no idea,” Frankie said. “I seen John three or four times since I got out. I don't know what he does, nights. Goes home, I guess.”

“Okay,” Cogan said. He finished his beer. “See you around, Frankie, my friend.” He started to get off the stool.

“Wait a minute,” Frankie said.

“There's things,” Cogan said, “there's things that won't wait. You tell me, you don't know. Okay, I accept that. But I got something to do. I got to find a guy that knows.”

“Where John's gonna be tomorrow night,” Frankie said.

“And something else now, I guess,” Cogan said. “Like where you're gonna be, the day after. You gonna be here again? Gonna come in about three-thirty, drink about four beers, hang around until you eat, leave and go up Pagliacci's like you always do, see what's still breathing enough to fuck, go home around midnight, one o'clock? That what you're gonna be doing day after tomorrow? Or are you gonna be doing something else, so it takes me a couple, three days extra? It's not gonna matter. You could just save me a lot of time, is all.”

Frankie said nothing.

Cogan got off the stool. He rested his forearms on the back of it. “Look,” he said, “you gotta be realistic, right, kid? You gotta be. I know the guy. I also know what's goin' through your head. He's, you think he's a friend of yours, right? You probably, you probably got something lined up with him right now, am I right?”

Frankie did not answer.

“It don't matter,” Cogan said. “I know how you feel. But you think, I bet you figured, that Trattman thing, it was gonna work, right?”

Frankie did not answer.

“Them things,” Cogan said, “lemme tell you something, kid: them things, they never work. Guys with bright ideas, you know? Like Squirrel. They all know the end-around, and they're not gonna get something and work it steady and make it work and make it pay. Not them. He's always been like this, always been looking for a hustle, and guys like him, all they ever do is fuck things up. For everybody else.”

“Trattman got hit,” Frankie said.

“There's all kinds of reasons for things,” Cogan said. “Guys get whacked for doing things, guys get whacked for not doing things, it don't matter. The only thing matters is if you're the guy that's gonna get whacked. That's the only fuckin' thing.”

Frankie nodded.

“You,” Cogan said, “you're one of the few guys that know, right?”

“I dunno,” Frankie said.

“Yes you do,” Cogan said. “You know very fuckin' well. You, you got a choice. You're gonna be one of the guys that gets whacked out or else you're not. You know that. It's just a matter of time, now, my friend.
Just a matter of time. Him first and then you. That's the way you're going.”

Frankie did not answer.

“Except you're in a position,” Cogan said, “you're in a position very few of them guys ever get in. You can do something about it. I known very few guys inna position like that.”

Frankie did not answer.

“Frank,” Cogan said, “I hope you don't think, I'm shittin' you.”

“Look,” Frankie said, “who the fuck are you? I never saw you before in my life, all of a sudden you're telling me all these things. What the fuck do I know? Maybe you're not even here. I don't know nothing.”

“Kid,” Cogan said, “I hate to see you go like this. China says you're all right. And you're going for fuckin' nothin'.”

“I'm …” Frankie said, “Jesus, I dunno.”

“Lemme ask you something,” Cogan said, “and you think about this, all right? You think, I was to go down Wollaston and see him, there, right now, I was to leave here and drive down there and see him and say: ‘Squirrel, it's you or Frankie. Who's it gonna be?' You think he'd even think about it? You think he would?”

“I dunno,” Frankie said.

“You asshole,” Cogan said. “An asshole like you, it's no wonder you did time.
You fuck kin asshole
. You haven't got no brains at all.”

“Look,” Frankie said, “look, I …”

“I haven't got to look,” Cogan said. “Look, I know what's going on. I know what I got to do. I need a right guy.”

Frankie's mouth worked. He did not say anything.

“If I get a right guy,” Cogan said, “I told them this,
by the way, I said: ‘There's two ways this thing can go. The hard way is, I do them both. The other way, I only gotta do one guy.' I took a lot of shit for that. You know how I got them to go along with this? China. China says you're all right. So, I always like China, I can do something for China, I'm gonna. China don't want, you hit. Very loud on that point. Says you're a good guy, kind of guy it's good to have around. Okay. But you know where China is. All he can do is come up here and talk. He can't actually do nothing for a guy.”

“No,” Frankie said.

“I can do something for a guy,” Cogan said. “I don't have to, but I can. Now make the pick, kid, and make it right now. I'm gonna do China a favor, I'm not gonna do China a favor. Don't matter to me.”

“Lemme think,” Frankie said.

“Nope,” Cogan said, “no thinking. Go or no go, right now. I got to get going.”

Frankie exhaled heavily. “I don't know,” he said. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“Can you do the other thing?” Cogan said.

Frankie hesitated. “No,” he said.

“Well,” Cogan said, “that's the selection. So, I guess you know, then.”

What've I gotta do?” Frankie said.

“You gotta find out where he's gonna be,” Cogan said.

“I already know that,” Frankie said. “We're, he asked me what I was gonna be doing, he's gonna be some place and he wants to call me or something. I know where he's gonna be. He's got a girl. He told me that, before. I told him I was gonna be home, I'd be home.”

“You're not gonna be,” Cogan said.

“I'm not?” Frankie said.

“No,” Cogan said.

“Where …” Frankie said.

“You're gonna be with me,” Cogan said, “and we're gonna be where he's gonna be.”

“Jesus,” Frankie said, “I can't do that. He sees me, it's all over. He'll know, something's wrong. I can't do that. I'll tell you, I'll tell you where he's gonna be. I'll do that. But, he's a friend of mine. I can't do that.”

“Okay,” Cogan said, “okay. That's, you made the other choice then, I guess.”

Frankie stared at Cogan. Cogan did not move. Frankie said: “Have I really got to do that?”

Cogan nodded.

“All of it?” Frankie said.

Cogan nodded.

“I got to be there and everything?”

Cogan nodded.

“It's not,” Frankie said, “it's not like, there was anything I could do, anybody else inna world couldn't do. It's not that. You, there must be hundreds of guys, you can get. You don't need me.”

“Wrong,” Cogan said. He put his hand on Frankie's shoulder. “Frank,” he said, “it's not like I don't understand what's on your mind, right? But this thing's a problem. And part of it, it's partly your fault. You made a mistake. Now you gotta, you got to do the right thing. You gotta show, you understand, you made a mistake, and you gotta make things right. Otherwise, guys know you made a mistake, right? And that's when they're gonna want somebody to do something, like with Trattman. He never did the right thing.”

Frankie nodded.

F
RANKIE DROVE
the Gold Duster quickly through the arch with the orange lanterns into the curving drives of Stuart Manor. The apartment complexes were two-story, the first of vertical redwood planks, the second stucco, half-timbered. The parking areas were filled with Volkswagens, Camaros, Mustangs and Barracudas. There were coach lights with orange bulbs above each door.

“Jee-zuss,” Cogan said, “I finally made it. 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.”