Andy finds a table occupied by Red and his regulars, chooses a spot at the end where nobody is sitting. Ignoring their stares, he picks up his spoon -- and pauses, seeing something in his food. He carefully fishes it out with his fingers.
It's a squirming maggot. Andy grimaces, unsure what to do with it. BROOKS HATLEN is sitting closest to Andy. At age 65, he's a senior citizen, a long-standing resident.
BROOKS:
You gonna eat that?
ANDY:
Hadn't planned on it.
BROOKS:
You mind?
Andy passes the maggot to Brooks. Brooks examines it, rolling it between his fingertips like a man checking out a fine cigar. Andy is riveted with apprehension.
BROOKS:
Mmm. Nice and ripe.
嗯。又好又熟。
Andy can't bear to watch. Brooks opens up his sweater and feeds the maggot to a baby crow nestled in an inside pocket.
安迪不忍观看。布鲁克斯打开毛衣，把蛆喂给窝在里面口袋里的一只小乌鸦。
Andy breathes a sigh of relief.
安迪松了一口气。
BROOKS:
Jake says thanks. Fell out of his nest over by the plate shop. I'm lookin' after him till he's old enough to fly.
Andy nods, proceeds to eat. Carefully. Heywood approaches.
JIGGER:
Oh, Christ, here he comes.
HEYWOOD:
Mornin', boys. It's a fine mornin'.
You know why it's fine?
Heywood plops his tray down, sits. The men start pulling out cigarettes and handing them down.
HEYWOOD:
That's right, send 'em all down. I wanna see 'em lined up in a row, pretty as a chorus line.
An impressive pile forms. Heywood bends down and inhales deeply, smelling the aroma. Rapture.
FLOYD:
Smell my ass...
HEYWOOD:
Gee, Red. Terrible shame, your horse comin' in last and all.
Hell, I sure do love that horse of mine. I believe I owe that boy a big sloppy kiss when I see him.
RED:
Give him some'a your cigarettes instead, cheap bastard.
HEYWOOD:
Say Tyrell, you pull infirmary duty this week? How's that winnin' horse of mine, anyway?
TYRELL:
Dead.
(the men fall silent) Hadley busted his head pretty good.
Doc already went home for the night. Poor bastard lay there till this morning. By then... He shakes his head, turns back to his food. The silence mounts. Heywood glances around. Men resume eating. Softly: