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Floyd rushes in with Andy and Red at his heels. They find Jigger and Snooze trying to calm Brooks, who has Heywood in a chokehold and a knife to his throat. Heywood is terrified.
JIGGER
C'mon, Brooksie, why don't you just
calm the fuck down, okay?
BROOKS
Goddamn miserable puke-eatin' sons
of whores!
He kicks a table over. Tax files explode through the air.
RED
What the hell's going on?
SNOOZE
You tell me, man. One second he was
fine, then out came the knife. I
better get the guards.
RED
No. We'll handle this. Ain't that
right, Brooks? Just settle down and
we'll talk about it, okay?
BROOKS
Nothing left to talk about! It's
all talked out! Nothing left now
but to cut his fuckin' throat!
RED
Why? What's Heywood done to you?
BROOKS
That's what they want! It's the
price I gotta pay!
Andy steps forward, rivets Brooks with a gaze. Softly:
ANDY
Brooks, you're not going to hurt
Heywood, we all know that. Even
Heywood knows it, right Heywood?
HEYWOOD
(nods, terrified)
Sure. I know that. Sure.
ANDY
Why? Ask anyone, they'll tell you.
Brooks Hatlen is a reasonable man.
RED
(cuing nods all around)
Yeah, that's right. That's what
everybody says.
ANDY
You're not fooling anybody, so just
put the damn knife down and stop
scaring the shit out of people.
BROOKS
But it's the only way they'll let
me stay.
Brooks bursts into tears. The storm is over. Heywood staggers free, gasping for air. Andy takes the knife, passes it to Red. Brooks dissolves into Andy's arms with great heaving sobs.
ANDY
Take it easy. You'll be all right.
HEYWOOD
Him? What about me? Crazy old fool!
Goddamn near slit my throat!
RED
You've had worse from shaving.
What'd you do to set him off?
HEYWOOD
Nothin'! Just came in to say fare-
thee-well.
(off their looks)
Ain't you heard? His parole came
through!
Red and Andy exchange a surprised look. Andy wants to understand. Red just motions to let it be for now. He puts his arm around Brooks, who sobs inconsolably. Softly:
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RED
Ain't that bad, old hoss. Won't be
long till you're squiring pretty
young girls on your arm and telling
'em lies.