YOUNGBLOOD

Damn, Byron. Sorry to hear that.

HADLEY

I ain't. He was an asshole. Run off years ago, family ain't heard of him since. Figured him for dead anyway. So this lawyer prick says, your brother died a rich man. Oil wells and shit, close to a million bucks. Jesus, it's frigging incredible how lucky some assholes can get.

TROUT

A million bucks? Jeez-Louise! You get any of that?

HADLEY

Thirty five thousand. That's what he left me.

TROUT

Dollars? Holy shit, that's great! Like winnin' a lottery…

(off Hadley's shitty look)

…ain't it?

HADLEY

Dumbshit. What do you figger the government's gonna do to me? Take a big wet bite out of my ass, is what.

TROUT

Oh. Hadn't thought of that.

HADLEY

Maybe leave me enough to buy a new car with. Then what happens? You pay tax on the car. Repairs and maintenance. Goddamn kids pesterin' you to take 'em for a ride…

MERT

And drive it, if they're old enough.

HADLEY

That's right, wanting to drive it, wanting to learn on it, f'Chrissake! Then at the end of the year, if you figured the tax wrong, they make you pay out of your own pocket. Uncle Sam puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit till it's purple. Always get the short end. That's a fact.

(spits over the side)

Some brother. Shit.

The prisoners keep spreading tar, eyes on their work.

HEYWOOD

Poor Byron. What terrible fuckin' luck. Imagine inheriting thirty five thousand dollars.

RED

Crying shame. Some folks got it awful bad.

Red glances over -- and is shocked to see Andy standing up, listening to the guards talk.

RED

Hey, you nuts? Keep your eyes on your pail!

Andy tosses his Padd in the bucket and strolls toward Hadley.

RED

Andy! Come back! Shit!

SNOOZE

What's he doing?

FLOYD

Gettin' himself killed.

RED

God damn it…

HEYWOOD

Just keep spreadin' tar…

The guards stiffen at Andy's approach. Youngblood's hand goes to his holster. The tower guards CLICK-CLACK their rifle bolts. Hadley turns, stupefied to find Andy there.

ANDY

Mr. Hadley. Do you trust your wife?

HADLEY

That's funny. You're gonna look funnier suckin' my dick with no fuckin' teeth.

ANDY

What I mean is, do you think she'd go behind your back? Try to hamstring you?

HADLEY

That's it! Step aside, Mert. This fucker's havin' hisself an accident.

Hadley grabs Andy's collar and propels him violently toward the edge of the roof. The cons furiously keep spreading tar.

HEYWOOD

Oh God, he's gonna do it, he's gonna throw him off the roof…

SNOOZE

Oh shit, oh fuck, oh Jesus…

ANDY

Because if you do trust her, there's no reason in the world you can't keep every cent of that money.

Hadley abruptly jerks Andy to a stop right at the edge. In fact, Andy's past the edge, beyond his balance, shoetips scraping the roof. The only thing between him and an ugly drop to the concrete is Hadley's grip on the front of his shirt.