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Red sits across from his PAROLE OFFICER. The P.O. is filling out his report.
P.O.
You staying out of the bars, Red?
RED
Yes sir. That I am.
P.O.
How you doing otherwise? Adjusting
okay?
RED
Things got different out here.
P.O.
Tell me about it. Young punks
protesting the war. You imagine?
Even my own kid. Oughtta bust his
fuckin' skull.
RED
Guess the world moved on.