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Ellis Redding. Wouldn't you know it? Me and some fellows I know were among the names. Andrew Dufresne. It only cost us a pack of smokes per man. I made my usual 20 per cent, of course. So, this big-shot lawyer calls me long-distance from Texas. I say, "Yeah?" He says, "Sorry to inform you, but your brother just died." Oh, damn, Byron. I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not. He was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him for dead, anyway. So, anyway, this lawyer fella says to me, "Your brother died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks. A million bucks? Fucking incredible how lucky some assholes get. Jeez-Louise! Are you gonna see any of that? 35,000. That's what he left me. - Dollars? - Yeah. Holy shit! That's great. That's like winning the sweepstakes. Isn't it? Dumb shit. What do you think the government's gonna do to me? Take a big, wet bite out of my ass, is what. Poor Byron! Terrible fucking luck, huh? Crying shame. Some people really got it awful! Andy, are you nuts? Keep your eyes on your mop, man. Andy! Well, you'll pay some tax, but you'll still end up... Oh, yeah, yeah. Maybe enough to buy a new car. Then what? I've got to pay tax on the car. Repair, maintenance, goddamn kids pestering me to take them for a ride... And at the end of the year, you figure the tax wrong, you pay them out of your own pocket. I tell you... Uncle Sam! He puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit till it's purple. - Andy! Andy! - What's he doing? - Getting himself killed. - Keep tarring. Some brother! Shit. Hey!