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RED: And
that's how it
came to pass, that on the second-to-last day of
the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in
the spring of '49
wound up
sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning, drinking icy
cold Bohemian
style of beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a
turn at Shawshank State Prison.
HADLEY: Drink up while it's
cold, ladies.
RED: The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.
RED: We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders, and felt
like free men. We could'a been tarring the roof of one of our
own houses. We were the lords of
all creation .
RED: As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade,
a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.
HEYWOOD: Want a cold one, Andy.
ANDY: No thanks. I gave up drinking.
RED: You could argue he'd done it to
curry favor with the
guards. Or maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think
he did it just to feel normal again...if only for a short while.
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