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A ROAD-GANG is pulling stumps, bogged down in mud.
RED (V.O.)
'Course, Norton failed to mention
to the press that "bare minimum of
expense" is a fairly loose term.
There are a hundred different ways
to skim off the top. Men,
materials, you name it. And, oh my
Lord, how the money rolled in...
Norton strolls into view with NED GRIMES at his heels.
NED
This keeps up, you're gonna put me
out of business! With this pool of
slave labor you got, you can
underbid any contractor in town.
NORTON
Ned, we're providing a valuable
community service.
NED
That's fine for the papers, but I
got a family to feed. The State
don't pay my salary. Sam, we go
back a long way. I need this new
highway contract. I don't get it, I
go under. That's a fact.
(hands him a box)
Now you just have some'a this fine
pie my missus baked specially for
you, and you think about that.
Norton opens the box. Alongside the pie is an envelope. He runs his thumb across the thick stack of cash it contains. IN THE BACKGROUND, a winch cable SNAPS and whips through the air, damn near severing a man's leg. He goes down, screaming in mud and blood, pinned by a fallen tree stump. Men rush over to help him. Norton barely takes notice.
NORTON
Ned, I wouldn't worry too much over
this contract. Seems to me I've
already got my boys committed
elsewhere. You be sure and thank
Maisie for this fine pie.