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Andy's working away. Norton pokes his head in.
NORTON
Lickety-split. I wanna get home.
ANDY
Just about done, sir.
We follow Norton to his wife's sampler. He swings it aside,
works the combination dial, opens the wall safe. Andy moves up, shoves in the black ledger and files. Norton shuts the safe.
ANDY (CONT'D)
Three deposits tonight.
Andy hands him the envelopes. Norton heads for the door.
NORTON
Get my stuff down t'laundry. And
shine my shoes. I want 'em lookin'
like mirrors.
(pauses at door)
Nice havin' you back, Andy. Place
just wasn't the same without you.
Norton exits. Andy turns to the laundry. He opens the shoebox. Nice pair of dress shoes inside. He sighs, glances down at the old ragged pair of work shoes on his own feet.