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The cons are taking the sun and drinking beer.
RED (V.O.)
...wound up sitting in a row at ten
o'clock in the morning, drinking
icy cold Black Label beer courtesy
of the hardest screw that ever
walked a turn at Shawshank State
Prison.
HADLEY
Drink up, boys. While it's cold.
RED (V.O.)
The colossal prick even managed to
sound magnanimous.
Red knocks back another sip, enjoying the bitter cold on his tongue and the warm sun on face.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
We sat and drank with the sun on
our shoulders, and felt like free
men. We could'a been tarring the
roof of one of our own houses. We
were the Lords of all Creation. He
glances over to Andy squatting
apart from the others.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
As for Andy, he spent that break
hunkered in the shade, a strange
little smile on his face, watching
us drink his beer.
HEYWOOD
(approaches with a beer)
Here's a cold one, Andy.
ANDY
No thanks. I gave up drinking.
Heywood drifts back to others,
giving them a look.
RED (V.O.)
You could argue he'd done it to
curry favor with the guards. Or
maybe make a few friends among us
cons. Me, I think he did it just to
feel normal again...if only for a
short while.