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The Assignment Page #3
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- 2016
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Anyway, I always trust
my instinct,
you know what I mean?
I'm not sure why, but I feel
kinda connected to you.
Big boys tell me
I'm a little crazy.
I got that for Halloween
It's weird, huh?
You-- you thought your life
was in danger?
Clearly there was
that possibility.
Criminal organizations
sometimes try to pass
an unpaid debt along
to other members
of the victim's family.
The men who hired
frank kitchen
to kill my brother
might have turned
him loose on me.
You hired bodyguards.
I did.
Three of them.
I even insisted
on a dress code.
I'm sorry, a dress code?
Yeah. Dark suit,
white shirt and tie.
I, of course, had to buy
their wardrobe for them.
They were all but one
ex-policemen.
But in the end,
all three of them
turned out to be worthless.
Question:
If you're rich,and you loved
your brother so much
and he's in all this trouble
with all the wrong people,
why didn't you just
give him the money he owed?
I did. All of it.
And he went out
and bought paintings
and drugs
and pinball machines.
Gambled and partied,
squandered every penny.
Then he came back,
said he was sorry,
and asked me
for more money.
As a matter of principle,
i said no.
It was a mistake.
So you feel guilty
about his death?
No. Not for a moment.
My brother was a fool,
but he was also a unique,
eccentric, and talented man.
He just never seemed
to find his place
in the grand scheme
of things.
How's it going?
Uh, she's gotten
very chatty.
But evasive.
Keeps a lot of it
theoretical.
Right from the get-go,
as soon as she got here
she was the most anti-social
piss-ant on campus.
No communication, no jokes.
Just death stares
and a wall of ice.
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's give it up
for Dr. Rachel Jane.
Phi beta kappa.
Three degrees with honors.
Never married,
no children, thank god.
Let's see what happens tomorrow
if I turn the heat up a little.
Hello, doctor.
How are we feeling
this morning?
You can release
the arms, Hector.
Thank you.
If you'd indulge me
here for a moment,
I'd like to go back
and review the facts
of this case
as they pertain
to your criminal
involvement.
You're sounding
very serious, Ralph.
I thought we were
becoming friends.
Your brother,
Sebastian Jane,
the semi-celebrity playboy
socialite art collector,
pinball wizard,
occasional art critic,
drug addict, alcoholic,
etc., etc.
A little respect.
He had world-famous collections.
It is believed that
Sebastian Jane was murdered
by certain mob interests
to whom he owed money,
a lot of money,
and then,
according to the police,
there were several rumors
in the criminal world
that you had hired
local racketeers
to find out who the person was
that killed your brother.
This "killer,"
which, according to you
is a professional hitman
named frank kitchen--
now this is
getting tedious.
Help me, doctor.
We have a lot
of dead bodies,
but none of them are
traceable to your
frank kitchen.
Are you really saying
that because my brother
wasn't a very nice person,
that he deserves
to be brutally murdered
by this street trash?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, you're
creating a straw man.
That is not
what I'm saying,
and you know it.
What are you
saying, Ralph?
You're becoming
such a tiresome bore
and such a confused person
that I find it difficult
to follow your thoughts.
I'm asking you if all this
wasn't really some sort
of classical
psychological transference
of your own personal
inadequacies.
This man you keep talking
about, this frank kitchen,
doesn't even
seem to exist.
That again?
-I mean, really?
-Yes, that again.
Doctor, I had the FBI
do a run on the name.
Nothing.
No frank kitchen,
no professional hitman
or anything even close.
No criminal record,
no fingerprints,
no record
in the armed services,
no driver's license,
no taxes paid.
No passports, nothing.
Dr. Jane.
Was all this because you had
a nonexistent sex life?
You were a kind
of medical wallflower.
The female equivalent of
some guy who was impotent.
Couldn't get it up.
This is just silly.
I've had sex when I wanted
and with whom I wanted
And did you have sex with
your surgical assistant,
Albert Becker?
Yes, quite often.
Any time I wanted.
Oh. It was part
of his job?
with my partner's pleasure.
Just knock one off
and back to your real work.
Yeah, exactly.
I see. To summarize,
in addition
to your academic
and medical achievements,
your personal sex life
has been quite wonderful.
I guess I'll just have
to take your word for it.
Yes, you'll just have
to take my word for it.
Admit it. Your lover,
Albert Becker,
turned out to be
a murderous lunatic,
and there is
no frank kitchen--
I'm sick
of this bullshit!
Don't you dare play
psychiatrist with me,
goddamn it!
There is a frank kitchen!
There is a frank kitchen!
Do you think that you're
some f***ing detective?!
You're nothing
more than a cheap,
second-rate bureaucrat!
My name's
frank kitchen.
It's not my real name,
but it's the one
I use for my work.
I'm making this account
of what happened to me.
I don't know.
Consider it a therapy session
for someone that, uh,
When I'm done
telling this story,
I'm gonna send it out
to my lawyer in Miami
and he's gonna
put it on ice,
in case after I'm dead
somebody wants to know
what really happened
to frank kitchen.
I got hired to do the job
by a mob rep in Miami.
I did good work.
Why the hell
would they be pissed?
And if they were pissed,
why not just give me a push
instead of this butcher job?
And who was this doctor?
And how was honest John
connected to her?
I had to get back
to the street.
I had to get
to honest John.
But I wasn't ready
to go straight to him.
I had to make sure I could
still make my old moves.
It's hard to go back
when you look like a chick.
I had to tape
my swollen tits.
I had to sit down
to take a piss.
And the goddamn hormones
were making me soft.
of frank kitchen...
It was his point-blank aim,
and I couldn't wait
to use it.
First guy on the list:
Earl Hawkins.
Long time
on honest John's payroll.
Earl runs the pimps
that run the hookers.
next came two Nicaraguans.
Emece trece guys.
They did a lot of heavy
lifting for honest John
over in the east bay.
Joe caddigan.
Miami said Joe was
honest John's main dope guy.
He imported smack,
and a lot of it.
Nobody was gonna miss him.
Hey, Joe.
Vladimir gorsky.
This guy was some kind
He was in charge
of collections
on short-term loans
that honest John made
at sky-high rates.
Gorski's sideline
was raising dogs for fights.
But if a dog don't win,
then he and his trainer
kill the dogs.
You're the one who called
about buying a dog.
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