Killing Them Softly

Jackie Cogan:
America is not a country it's a business

Jackie Cogan:
Very few guys know me

Jackie Cogan:
They cry, they plead, they beg, they piss themselves, they cry for their mothers. It gets embarrassing. I like to kill 'em softly. From a distance

[last lines]

Barack Obama (on TV):
[on TV delivering his election victory speech]... to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth that out of many, we are one.

Driver:
You hear that line? Line's for you.

Jackie Cogan:
Don't make me laugh. We're one people. It's a myth created by Thomas Jefferson.

Driver:
Oh, now you're gonna have a go at Jefferson, huh?

Jackie Cogan:
My friend, Jefferson's an American saint because he wrote the words, "All men are created equal." Words he clearly didn't believe, since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He was a rich wine snob who was sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So yeah, he wrote some lovely words and aroused the rabble, and they went out and died for those words, while he sat back and drank his wine and f***ed his slave girl. This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community. Don't make me laugh. I'm living in America, and in America, you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business. Now f***ing pay me.

Mickey:
I was drinking before you got out of your father's cock. Don't tell me what I do.

Jackie Cogan:
You ever kill anyone?

Driver:
No.

Jackie Cogan:
It can get touchy-feely.

Driver:
Touchy-feely?

Jackie Cogan:
Emotional, not fun, a lot of fuss. They cry. They plead. They beg. They piss themselves. They call for their mothers. It gets embarrassing.

Jackie Cogan:
I like to kill them softly, from a distance. Not close enough for feelings. Don't like feelings. Don't want to think about them.

Jackie Cogan:
Next he'll be telling us we're a community,

Johnny Amato:
You think dog lover there can handle a card game?

Frankie:
Sh*t. Those f***in things? Those things are protected. You can't do those things unless you're so f***in stupid you actually like everybody going around trying to off you.

Johnny Amato:
There's one you can do.

Frankie:
John, there's ten I can do. I know of at least ten I can do but then after I'm gonna have at least eight hot ginzos out looking for me.

Johnny Amato:
No, no, not this one. Cause the minute it f***in happens, they're gonna know right off who did it.

Frankie:
Well for some reason, John, that don't make me feel better, you know?

Johnny Amato:
No, not us! They're not even gonna be thinking it might be us.

Driver:
They told me when they heard that if Dillon wasn't available that I was supposed to talk to the fella he sent. Is that you?

Jackie Cogan:
I don't see nobody else who might be here to meet you. Do you?

Russell:
[to Frankie] Then after we go over to Orlando. We're gonna burn the car. So Kenny sticks a rag in the gas tank and he lights it off.

Kenny Gill:
[flashback to when they're going to burn the car] Do be such a-Russell, you're a f***ing p*ssy. I've done it a million f***ing times. [lights the rag with a lighter] It's fine. It goes up like a f***in bonfire. You'll love it. [he walks away towards the back of the car and faces it from a few yards away. The rag's flame is spreading] See? [Kenny looks at Russell and back at the car. They're both watching the car and the flame spread on the rag. The car blows up and the impact makes it instantly reverse towards Kenny. Kenny topples over on the road and is rolling around in pain. Russell starts laughing hysterically] Ah f***!

Russell:
[scene goes back to Russell telling the story to Frankie] Kenny, he didn't have no eyebrows left, not much hair, and no sense of humor either.

Jackie Cogan:
Now, aside from The Squirrel, we got the kids. Two kids. One of them's the motor-mouth; drove to Florida with Kenny, Kenny Gill. Our Kenny, the guy he knows works for Dillon. Starts bragging about how he's a big-time operator that just knocked over this guy's game for 100K.

Driver:
[chuckles] You serious?

Jackie Cogan:
I don't know what it is with these guys; they can't keep their mouths shut about nothin'. And Kenny - Kenny's just as dumb. The way I found out was, this guy's investing his money in a couple ounces of smack. Once Kenny comes in with him, Kenny comes to me and wants to know what I think about that.

Jackie Cogan:
I guess these guys, they just want to go to jail. Probably feel at home there.

Jackie Cogan:
What's he gonna do, fold under questioning? If he does, they'll kill him. If he doesn't, they'll figure he's lying like last time and they'll kill him. Either way, Markie's dead. So why put the poor bastard through a beating? It's a waste of time - not to mention a really unpleasant experience for Markie. Just put him out of his misery, poor bastard.

Jackie Cogan:
What's the problem?

Driver:
It's murder and they are squeamish.

Jackie Cogan:
Oh, for f***'s sake.

Driver:
He's got a broken jaw. Got broken ribs, he got a broken nose, three or four broken teeth. There's some question about his spleen, he said. He was in the hospital when I talked to him. He's out now, I understand. Must be his spleen's okay then. You know, he's not happy, though.

Jackie Cogan:
I'm sorry to hear that. We aim to please.

Frankie:
I don't know who the f*** you are.

Jackie Cogan:
Very few guys do.

Right now we’re living in America, and in America I’m on my own.