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Tommy sits before Andy and Red:
TOMMY
'Bout four years ago, I was in
Thomaston on a 2 to 3 stretch.
Stole a car. Dumbfuck thing to do.
(beat)
Few months left to go, I get a new
cellmate in. Elmo Blatch. Big
twitchy fucker. Crazy eyes. Kind of
roomie you pray you don't get, know
what I'm sayin'? 6 to 12 for armed
burglary. Said he done hundreds of
jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung
as he was. Cut a loud fart, he'd go
three feet in the air. Talked all
the time, too, that's the other
thing. Never shut up. Places he'd
been, jobs he pulled, women he
fucked. Even people he killed.
People that gave him shit, that's
how he put it. One night, like a
joke, I say: "Yeah? Who'd you
kill?" So he says...
BLATCH
...I got me this job one time
bussin' tables at a country club.
So I could case all the big rich
pricks that come in. I pick out
this guy, go in one night and do
his place. He wakes up and gives me
shit. So I killed him. Him and the
tasty bitch he was with.
(starts laughing)
That's the best part! She's fuckin'
this prick, see, this golf pro, but
she's married to some other guy!
Some hotshot banker. He's the one
they pinned it on! They got him
down-Maine somewhere doin' time for
the crime! Ain't that choice?
He throws his head back and ROARS with laughter.