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Red emerges into fading daylight. Andy's waiting for him.
RED
Same old, same old. Thirty years.
Jesus. When you say it like that...
ANDY
You wonder where it went. I wonder
where ten years went.
Red nods, solemn. They settle in on the bleachers. Andy pulls a small box from his sweater, hands it to Red.
ANDY (CONT'D)
Anniversary gift. Open it.
Red does. Inside the box, on a thin layer of cotton, is a shiny new harmonica, bright aluminum and circus-red.
ANDY (CONT'D)
Had to go through one of your
competitors. Hope you don't mind.
Wanted it to be a surprise.
RED
It's very pretty, Andy. Thank you.
ANDY
You gonna play something?
Red considers it, shakes his head. Softly:
RED
Not today.