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Mr. Dufresne, describe... ...the confrontation you had with your wife the night she was murdered.
It was very bitter.
She said she was gIad I knew, that she hated aII the sneaking around.
And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.
-What was your response? -I toId her I wouId not grant one.
''I'II see you in heII before I see you in Reno.''
Those were your words, according to your neighbors.
If they say so.
I reaIIy don't remember. I was upset.
What happened after you argued with your wife?
She packed a bag.
She packed a bag to go and stay with Mr. Quentin.
Glenn Quentin, golf pro at the Snowden Hills Country Club...
...whom you had discovered was your wife's lover.
Did you foIIow her?
I went to a few bars first.
Later, I drove to his house to confront them. They weren't home.
I parked in the turnout...
...and waited.
With what intention?
I'm not sure.
I was confused...
...drunk.
I think...
...mostly I wanted to scare them.
When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them.
No, I was sobering up.
I got back in the car and I drove home to sIeep it off.
AIong the way, I threw my gun into the RoyaI River.
I've been very cIear on this point.
I get hazy where the cIeaning woman shows up the foIIowing morning...
...and finds your wife in bed with her Iover...
...riddIed with .38-caIiber buIIets.
Does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, or is it just me?
Yes, it does.
Yet you stiII maintain you threw your gun into the river...
...before the murders took pIace.
That's very convenient.
It's the truth.
The poIice dragged that river for three days, and nary a gun was found...
...so no comparison couId be made between your gun and the buIIets...
...taken from the bIoodstained corpses of the victims.
And that aIso...
...is very convenient. Isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Since I am innocent of this crime...
...I find it decidedIy inconvenient that the gun was never found.
Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the evidence.
We have the accused at the scene of the crime. We have footprints.
Bullets on the ground bearing his fingerprints.
A broken bourbon bottle, likewise with fingerprints.
And most of all...
...we have a beautiful young woman and her lover...
...lying dead in each other's arms.
They had sinned.
But was their crime so great...
...as to merit a death sentence?
WhiIe you think about that...
...think about this:
A revoIver hoIds six buIIets, not eight.
I submit that this was not a hot-bIooded crime of passion.
That at Ieast couId be understood, if not condoned.
No.
This was revenge...
...of a much more brutaI, coId-bIooded nature. Consider this:
Four bullets per victim.
Not six shots fired, but eight.
That means that he fired the gun empty...
...and then stopped to reload...
...so that he could shoot each of them again.
An extra bullet per lover...
...right in the head.
You strike me as a particuIarIy icy and remorseIess man, Mr. Dufresne.
It chiIIs my bIood just to Iook at you.
By the power vested in me by the state of Maine...
...I hereby order you to serve two Iife sentences back-to-back...
...one for each of your victims. So be it!
Sit.
We see you've served 20 years of a Iife sentence?
-Yes, sir. -You feeI you've been rehabiIitated?
Yes, sir. AbsoIuteIy, sir.
I mean, I Iearned my Iesson.
I can honestIy say that I'm a changed man.
I'm no Ionger a danger to society.
That's God's honest truth.
Hey, Red.
How'd it go?
Same oId shit, different day.
Yeah, I know how you feeI.
I'm up for rejection next week.
Yeah, I got rejected Iast week.
It happens.
Hey, Red, bump me a deck.
Get out of my face, man! You're into me for five packs aIready.
-Four! -Five!
There must be a con like me in every prison in America.
I'm the guy who can get it for you.
Cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that's your thing...
...a bottle of brandy to celebrate your kid's high school graduation.
Damn near anything within reason.
Yes, sir! I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.
So when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1 949...
...and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him...
...I told him, ''No problem. ''
Andy came to Shawshank Prison...
...in early 1 947 for murdering his wife and the fella she was banging.
On the outside, he'd been vice president of a large Portland bank.
Good work for a man so young.
Hey, Red
You speak EngIish, butt-steak?
You foIIow this officer.
I never seen such a sorry-Iooking heap of maggot shit in aII my Iife.
Hey, fish! Come over here!
Taking bets today, Red?
Smokes or coin? Bettor's choice.
Smokes. Put me down for two.
AII right, who's your horse?
That IittIe sack of shit.
-Eighth. He'II be first. -BuIIshit! I'II take that action.
You're out some smokes, son.
If you're so smart, you caII it.
I'II take the chubby fat-ass there.
The fifth one. Put me down for a quarter deck.
Fresh fish today!
We're reeIing them in!
I admit I didn't think much of Andy first time I laid eyes on him.
Looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over.
That was my first impression of the man.
What do you say?
That taII drink of water with the siIver spoon up his ass.
That guy? Never happen.
-1 0 cigarettes. -That's a rich bet.
Who's going to prove me wrong?
Heywood? Jigger?
Skeets?
FIoyd!
Four brave souIs.
Return to your cellblocks for evening count.
All prisoners, return to your cellblocks.
Turn to the right!
Eyes front.
This is Mr. HadIey. He's captain of the guards.
I'm Mr. Norton, the warden.
You are convicted feIons.
That's why they've sent you to me.
RuIe number one:
No bIasphemy.
I'II not have the Lord's name taken in vain in my prison.
The other ruIes...
...you'II figure out as you go aIong. Any questions?
When do we eat?
You eat when we say you eat.
You shit when we say you shit, and piss when we say you piss.
You got that, you maggot-dick motherfucker?
On your feet.
I beIieve in two things:
DiscipIine and the BibIe.
Here, you'II receive both.
Put your trust in the Lord.
Your ass beIongs to me.
WeIcome to Shawshank.
Unhook them.
Turn around.
That's enough.
Move to the end of the cage.
Turn around. DeIouse him.
Turn around.
Move out of the cage. Pick up your cIothes and BibIe.
Next man up!
To the right.
Right. Right.
Left.
The first night's the toughest. No doubt about it.
They march you in naked as the day you were born...
...skin burning and half-blind from that delousing shit.
And when they put you in that cell...
...and those bars slam home...
...that's when you know it's for real.
Old life blown away in the blink of an eye.
Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.
Most new fish come close to madness the first night.
Somebody always breaks down crying.
Happens every time.
The only question is...
...who's it going to be?
It's as good a thing to bet on as any, I guess.
I had my money on Andy Dufresne.
Lights out!
I remember my first night.
Seems like a long time ago.
Hey, fish.
Fish, fish.
What are you, scared of the dark?
Bet you wish your daddy never dicked your mama!
Piggy! Pork! I want me a pork chop.
The boys always go fishing with first-timers.
And they don't quit till they reel someone in.
Hey, Fat Ass.
Fat Ass!
TaIk to me, boy.
I know you're there. I can hear you breathing.
Don't you Iisten to these nitwits, you hear me?
This pIace ain't so bad.
TeII you what...
...I'II introduce you around, make you feeI right at home.
I know a coupIe of big oId buII queers that'd just...
...Iove to make your acquaintance.
EspeciaIIy that big, white, mushy butt of yours.
God!
I don't beIong here!
-We have a winner! -I want to go home!
And it's Fat Ass by a nose!
Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
I don't beIong here.
I want to go home!
I want my mother!
I had your mother! She wasn't that great!
What the Christ is this horseshit?
He bIasphemed. I'II teII the warden.
-You'II teII him with my baton up your ass! -You gotta Iet me out!
What is your maIfunction, you fat barreI of monkey spunk?
PIease! I ain't supposed to be here.
Not me!
I won't count to three. Not even to one.
You shut up, or I'II sing you a IuIIaby!
Shut up, man. Shut up!
You don't understand. I'm not supposed to be here.
Open that ceII.
Me neither! They run this pIace Iike a fucking prison!
Son of a bitch!
Captain, take it easy!
If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here tonight...
...I swear by God and Jesus, you wiII aII visit the infirmary.
Every Iast motherfucker in here.
CaII the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.
His first night in the joint, Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes.
He never made a sound.
Tier 3 north, cIear count!
Tier 2 north, cIear count.
Tier 3 south, cIear.
Prepare to roII out.
RoII out!
Are you going to eat that?
I hadn't pIanned on it.
Do you mind?
That's nice and ripe.
Jake says thank you.
FeII out of his nest over by the pIate shop.
I'm going to Iook after him untiI he's big enough to fIy.
Oh, no! Here he comes.
Morning, feIIas.
Fine morning, isn't it?
You know why it's a fine morning, don't you?
Send them down. I want them Iined up...
...just Iike a pretty IittIe chorus Iine.
Look at that.
-I can't stand this guy. -Oh, Lord!
Yes! Richmond, Virginia.
SmeII my ass!
After he smeIIs mine.
That's a shame about your horse coming in Iast and aII.
But I sure do Iove that winning horse of mine, though.
I owe that boy a big kiss when I see him.
Why don't you give him some of your cigarettes instead? Lucky fuck!
Hey, TyreII.
You puII infirmary duty this week?
How's my horse doing anyway?
Dead.
HadIey busted his head up pretty good.
Doc had gone home for the night.
Poor bastard Iay there tiII this morning.
By then, there wasn't nothing we couId do.
What was his name?
What'd you say?
I was just wondering if anyone knew his name.
What the fuck do you care, new fish?
Doesn't fucking matter what his name was. He's dead.
Anybody come at you yet?
Anybody get to you yet?
Hey, we aII need friends in here.
I couId be a friend to you.
Hard to get.
I Iike that.
Andy kept pretty much to himself at first.
I guess he had a lot on his mind...
...trying to adapt to life on the inside.
Wasn't until a month went by before he opened his mouth...
...to say more than two words to somebody.
As it turned out...
...that somebody was me.
I'm Andy Dufresne.
Wife-kiIIing banker.
Why'd you do it?
I didn't, since you ask.
You're going to fit right in.
Everybody in here's innocent. Didn't you know that?
-What you in here for? -Didn't do it. Lawyer fucked me.
Rumor has it you're a reaI coId fish.
You think your shit smeIIs sweeter than most. Is that right?
What do you think?
To teII you the truth, I haven't made up my mind.
I understand you're a man that knows how to get things.
I'm known to Iocate certain things from time to time.
I wonder if you might get me a rock hammer.
A rock hammer.
-What is it and why? -What do you care?
For a toothbrush, I wouIdn't ask. I'd quote a price.
But a toothbrush is a non-IethaI object, isn't it?
Fair enough.
A rock hammer is about six or seven inches Iong.
-Looks Iike a miniature pickax. -Pickax?
For rocks.
Quartz?
And some mica, shaIe...
...Iimestone.
So?
So I'm a rock hound.
At Ieast I was in my oId Iife. I'd Iike to be again.
Or maybe you'd Iike to sink your toy into somebody's skuII.
No, I have no enemies here.
No? Wait a whiIe.
Word gets around.
The Sisters have taken quite a Iiking to you.
EspeciaIIy Bogs.
Don't suppose it wouId heIp if I toId them I'm not homosexuaI.
Neither are they.
You have to be human first. They don't quaIify.
BuII queers take by force. That's aII they want or understand.
If I were you, I'd grow eyes in the back of my head.
-Thanks for the advice. -WeII, that's free.
You understand my concern.
If there's troubIe, I won't use the rock hammer.
Then I'd guess you want to escape. TunneI under the waII, maybe.
What did I miss? What's so funny?
You'II understand when you see the rock hammer.
What's an item Iike this usuaIIy go for?
Seven doIIars in any rock-and-gem shop.
My normaI markup's 20 percent.
But this is a speciaIty item.
Risk goes up, price goes up. Let's make it an even 1 0 bucks.
Ten it is.
Waste of money, if you ask me.
Why's that?
FoIks around this joint Iove surprise inspections.
They find it, you're going to Iose it.
If they catch you, you don't know me.
Mention my name, we never do business again.
Not for shoeIaces or a stick of gum. Now you got that?
I understand.
Thank you, Mr....
Red.
Name's Red.
Why do they caII you that?
Maybe it's because I'm Irish.
I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby.
He had a quiet way about him...
...a walk and a talk that just wasn't normal around here.
He strolled...
...like a man in the park without a care or a worry in the world.
Like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place.
I think it'd be fair to say...
...I liked Andy from the start.
Let's go! Some of us got a scheduIe to keep.
Move it! Come on, move it!
How you doing? How's the wife treating you?
Keep it moving.
Red.
Andy was right.
I finally got the joke.
It would take a man about 600 years...
...to tunnel under the wall with one of these.
-Book? -Not today.
-Book? -No.
DeIivery for Dufresne.
Book?
Dufresne, here's your book.
Thanks.
We're running Iow on hexite. Get on back and fetch us up some.
This wiII bIind you.
Honey, hush.
That's it. You fight!
Better that way.
I wish I could tell you Andy fought the good fight...
...and the Sisters let him be.
I wish I could tell you that...
...but prison is no fairy-tale world.
He never said who did it.
But we all knew.
Things went on like that for a while.
Prison life consists of routine...
...and then more routine.
Every so often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises.
The Sisters kept at him.
Sometimes he was able to fight them off.
Sometimes not.
And that's how it went for Andy.
That was his routine.
I do believe those first two years were the worst for him.
And I also believe that if things had gone on that way...
...this place would have got the best of him.
But then, in the spring of 1 949...
...the powers that be decided:
The roof of the Iicense-pIate factory needs resurfacing.
I need a dozen voIunteers for a week's work.
As you know...
...speciaI detaiI carries with it speciaI priviIeges.
It was outdoor detail...
...and May is one damned fine month to be working outdoors.
Stay in Iine there.
More than a hundred men volunteered for the job.
WaIIace E. Unger.
EIIis Redding.
Wouldn't you know it?
Me and some fellows I know were among the names called.
Andrew Dufresne.
It only cost us a pack of smokes per man.
I made my usual 20 percent, of course.
So this big-shot Iawyer caIIs me Iong-distance from Texas.
I say, ''Yeah?''
He says, ''Sorry to inform you, but your brother just died.''
-I'm sorry to hear that. -I'm not. He was an asshoIe.
Ran off years ago. Figured him for dead.
So this Iawyer feIIow says to me:
''He died a rich man.'' OiI weIIs and shit. CIose to a miIIion bucks.
A miIIion bucks?
-IncredibIe how Iucky some asshoIes get. -You going to see any of that?
Thirty-five thousand. That's what he Ieft me.
-DoIIars? -Yep.
That's great! That's Iike winning the sweepstakes.
Isn't it?
Dumb shit, what do you think the government wiII do to me?
Take a big wet bite out of my ass is what.
Poor Byron.
TerribIe fucking Iuck, huh? Crying shame.
Some peopIe reaIIy got it awfuI.
Andy, are you nuts?
Keep your eyes on your mop, man!
You'II pay some tax, but you'II stiII end up--
Yeah, maybe enough to buy a new car, and then what?
I got to pay tax on the car. Repair...
...maintenance, kids pestering you to take them for a ride aII the time.
Then if you figure your tax wrong, you pay out of your own pocket.
I teII you! UncIe Sam!
He puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit tiII it's purpIe.
-Getting himseIf kiIIed. -Keep tarring.
Some brother. Shit!
Mr. HadIey...
...do you trust your wife?
Oh, that's funny.
You'II Iook funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.
What I mean is, do you think she'd go behind your back?
Step aside, Mert. This fucker's having himseIf an accident.
He'II push him off!
If you trust her, you can keep...
...that 35,000.
-What did you say? -Thirty-five thousand.
AII of it.
-Every penny. -You better start making sense.
If you want to keep it, give it to your wife.
The IRS aIIows a one-time-onIy gift to your spouse for up to $60,000.
-BuIIshit. Tax-free? -Tax-free.
IRS can't touch one cent.
You're that smart banker that kiIIed his wife.
Why shouId I beIieve you? So I can end up in here with you?
It's IegaI. Ask the IRS. They'II say the same thing.
I feeI stupid teIIing you this. I'm sure you wouId have investigated.
I don't need you to teII me where the bear shit in the buckwheat.
Of course not. But you do need someone to set it up for you.
That'II cost you. A Iawyer.
A bunch of baII-washing bastards!
I suppose I couId set it up for you. That wouId save you some money.
You get the forms, I'II prepare them...
...nearIy free of charge.
I'd onIy ask three beers apiece for each of my coworkers.
''Coworkers.'' That's rich!
A man working outdoors feeIs more Iike a man...
...if he can have a bottIe of suds. That's onIy my opinion...
...sir.
What are you jimmies staring at?
Let's go! Work!
And that's how it came to pass...
...that on the second-to-last day of the job...
...the convict crew that tarred the factory roof in the spring of '49...
...wound up sitting in a row at 1 0:00 in the morning...
...drinking icy-cold beer, courtesy of the hardest screw...
...that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Drink up whiIe it's coId, Iadies.
The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.
We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men.
We could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses.
We were the lords of all creation.
As for Andy...
...he spent that break hunkered in the shade...
...a strange little smile on his face...
...watching us drink his beer.
Want a coId one?
No, thanks. I gave up drinking.
You could argue he 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.
King me.
-Chess. Now there's a game of kings. -What?
CiviIized. Strategic.
And a totaI fucking mystery. I hate it.
Let me teach you someday.
Sure.
We couId get a board together.
You're taIking to the right man. I can get things, right?
We might do business on a board, and I'II carve the pieces myseIf.
One side in aIabaster, one in soapstone. What do you think?
I think it'II take years.
Years I got. What I don't have are the rocks.
Pickings are pretty sIim in the yard.
PebbIes, mostIy.
We're getting to be kind of friends, aren't we?
Yeah, I guess.
Can I ask you something?
Why'd you do it?
I'm innocent, Red.
Just Iike everybody eIse here.
What are you in for?
Murder. Same as you.
Innocent?
OnIy guiIty man in Shawshank.
Where's the canary?
How did you know?
-How did I know what? -So you don't know.
Come.
This is where the canary is.
Quite a surprise to hear a woman singing in my house, eh?
That's quite a...
...surprise.
Wait, wait.
Here she comes.
I Iike this part when she does that shit with her hair.
I know. I've seen it three times this month.
Gilda, are you decent?
Me?
God, I Iove it.
I understand you're a man that knows how to get things.
I'm known to Iocate certain things from time to time. What do you want?
-Rita Hayworth. -What?
Can you get her?
So this is Johnny Farrel. I've heard a lot about you.
-Take a few weeks. -Weeks?
I don't have her stuffed down the front of my pants right now, sorry to say.
But I'II get her.
ReIax.
Thanks.
-Take a waIk! -I got to change reeIs!
I said fuck off!
Ain't you going to scream?
Let's get this over with.
He broke my fucking nose!
Now...
...I'm going to open my fIy...
...and you'II swaIIow what I give you to swaIIow.
Then you'II swaIIow Rooster's. You broke his nose.
He ought to have something to show for it.
You put it in my mouth, you Iose it.
No, you don't understand.
Do that and I'II put aII eight inches of this in your ear.
AII right, but you shouId know that sudden, serious brain injury...
...causes the victim to bite down hard.
In fact, I hear the bite refIex is so strong...
...they have to pry the victim's jaws open...
...with a crowbar.
Where do you get this shit?
I read it.
You know how to read, you ignorant fuck?
Honey!
You shouIdn't!
Bogs didn't put anything in Andy's mouth.
And neither did his friends.
What they did do is beat him within an inch of his life.
Andy spent a month in the infirmary.
Bogs spent a week in the hole.
Time's up, Bogs.
It's your worId, boss.
Return to your cellblocks for evening count.
All prisoners report for lock down.
What?
-Where's he going? -Grab his ankIes.
No! No! HeIp me!
Two things never happened again after that.
The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again.
And Bogs would never walk again.
They transferred him to a minimum-security hospital upstate.
To my knowledge, he lived out the rest of his days...
...drinking his food through a straw.
Andy couId use a nice weIcome back when he gets out of the infirmary.
Sounds good to us.
I figure we owe him that much for the beer.
The man Iikes to pIay chess.
Let's get him some rocks.
Guys!
I got one.
I got one. Look!
Heywood, that isn't soapstone! And it ain't aIabaster either.
What are you, a fucking geoIogist?
He's right. It ain't.
-What the heII is it then? -It's a horse appIe.
-BuIIshit! -No, horseshit.
Petrified.
Oh, Jesus.
Damn!
Despite a few hitches, the boys came through in fine style.
And by the weekend he was due back...
...we had enough rocks saved up to keep him busy till rapture.
Also got a big shipment in that week.
Cigarettes...
...chewing gum...
...sipping whisky...
...playing cards with naked ladies on them. You name it.
And of course, the most important item:
Rita Hayworth herself.
Okay, Iook aIive! AII tiers.
Heads up. They're tossing ceIIs.
Heads up. They're tossing ceIIs!
1 1 9.
1 23.
On your feet.
Face the waII.
Turn around and face the warden.
PIeased to see you reading this.
Any favorite passages?
''Watch ye, therefore, for ye know not...
...when the master of the house cometh.''
Mark 1 3:35.
I've aIways Iiked that one.
But I prefer...
...''I am the Iight of the worId.
Ye that foIIoweth me shaII have the Iight of Iife.''
John, chapter 8, verse 1 2.
I hear you're good with numbers.
How nice.
Man shouId have a skiII.
ExpIain this.
It's caIIed a rock bIanket. It's for shaping and poIishing rocks.
A IittIe hobby of mine.
It's pretty cIean.
Some contraband here, but nothing to get in a twist over.
I can't say I approve of this.
But I suppose...
...exceptions can be made.
Lock them up!
I aImost forgot.
I'd hate to deprive you of this.
SaIvation Iies within.
Yes, sir.
Tossing cells was just an excuse.
Truth is...
...Norton wanted to size Andy up.
My wife made that in church group.
Very nice, sir.
You enjoy working the Iaundry?
No, sir. Not especiaIIy.
Perhaps we can find something more...
...befitting a man of your education.
Hey, Jake. Where's Brooks?
I thought I heard you out here.
I've been reassigned to you.
I know, they toId me.
Ain't that a kick in the head?
WeII, I'II give you the dime tour.
Come on.
WeII, here she is.
The Shawshank Prison Library.
National Geographics...
...Reader's Digest condensed books...
...and Louis L'Amour.
Look magazine.
ErIe StanIey Gardners.
Every evening I Ioad up the cart and make my rounds.
I enter the names on this cIipboard here.
Easy, peasy, Japanese-y.
-Any questions? -How Iong have you been Iibrarian?
I come here in '05, and they made me Iibrarian in 1 91 2.
And have you ever had an assistant?
No. Not much to it, reaIIy.
Why me? Why now?
I don't know.
But it'd be nice to have some company down here.
That's him. That's the one.
I'm Dekins.
I was thinking...
...about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations.
I see.
Why don't we have a seat and taIk it over.
Do you have a piece of paper and a penciI?
Thanks.
So....
Mr. Dekins....
And then Andy says, ''Mr. Dekins...
...do you want your sons to go to Harvard or YaIe?''
He didn't say that!
As God as my witness!
Dekins bIinked for a second...
...then he Iaughed and actuaIIy shook Andy's hand.
-My ass! -Shook his hand.
I teII you, I near soiIed myseIf!
AII he needed was a suit and tie and a jiggIy huIa gaI on his desk...
...he'd have been ''Mr. Dufresne,'' if you pIease.
Making a few friends?
I wouIdn't say ''friends.''
I'm a convicted murderer who provides sound financiaI pIanning.
It's a wonderfuI pet to have.
Got you out of the Iaundry, though.
It might do more than that.
How about expanding the Iibrary. Get some new books.
If you ask for something, ask for a pooI tabIe.
How do you expect to do that? I mean...
...get new books in here, ''Mr. Dufresne, if you pIease.''
I'II ask the warden for funds.
Six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've Iearned...
...one immutabIe, universaI truth:
Not one born whose asshoIe...
...wouIdn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you ask for funds.
-The budget's stretched thin as it is. -I see.
Maybe I couId write the state senate and request funds from them.
They have onIy three ways to spend the taxpayers' money for prisons:
More waIIs, more bars, more guards.
I'd Iike to try, with permission. A Ietter a week.
-They can't ignore me forever. -Sure can.
But you write your Ietters if it makes you happy.
I'II even maiI them for you. How's that?
So Andy started writing a letter a week...
...just like he said.
And like Norton said...
...Andy got no answers.
The following April, he did tax returns for half the guards at Shawshank.
Year after that, he did them all...
...including the warden's.
Year after that, they rescheduled the intramural season...
...to coincide with tax season.
The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W-2s.
So Moresby Prison...
...issued you a gun, but you paid for it.
Right. The hoIster too.
That's tax-deductibIe. You can write that off.
Yes, sir! Andy was a regular cottage industry.
In fact, it got so busy at tax time, he was allowed a staff.
CouId you hand me a stack of 1 040s?
Got me out of the wood shop a month out of the year, and that was fine by me.
And still, he kept sending those letters.
It's Brooks.
Watch the door.
PIease, Brooks.
-CaIm the fuck down. -Stay back!
-Stay back, goddamn it! -What's going on?
One second he's fine, then out come the knives.
We can taIk about this, right?
There's nothing to taIk about. I'II cut his fucking throat.
What's he done to you?
It's what they done!
I got no choice.
You won't hurt Heywood. We aII know that.
-Right, Heywood? -Sure. I know that.
He's a friend of yours, and Brooks is a reasonabIe man.
Right, guys?
So put the knife down. Look at me.
Put the knife down.
Look at his neck, for God's sake.
Look at his neck. He's bIeeding.
It's the onIy way...
...they'd Iet me stay.
This is crazy. You don't want to do this.
Put it, put it down.
Take it easy.
You'II be aII right.
Him? What about me?
Crazy oId fooI damn near cut my throat!
You've had worse from shaving.
What did you do to set him off?
Nothing. I come in here to say fareweII.
Ain't you heard? His paroIe's come through.
I just don't understand what happened in there, that's aII.
OId man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse.
That's enough out of you.
-Heard he had you shitting your pants. -Fuck you.
Knock it off.
Brooks ain't no bug.
He's just institutionaIized.
''InstitutionaIized,'' my ass.
The man's been in here 50 years, Heywood, 50 years!
This is aII he knows.
In here, he's an important man...
...an educated man.
Outside, he's nothing.
Just a used-up con with arthritis in both hands.
ProbabIy couIdn't get a Iibrary card if he tried.
You know what I'm trying to say?
I do beIieve you're taIking out of your ass.
You beIieve whatever you want.
But I teII you these waIIs are funny.
First you hate them.
Then you get used to them.
Enough time passes...
...you get so you depend on them.
That's ''institutionaIized.''
Shit.
-I couId never get Iike that. -Oh, yeah?
Wait tiII you've been here as Iong as Brooks.
Goddamn right.
They send you here for Iife...
...that's exactIy what they take.
Part that counts, anyway.
I can't take care of you no more, Jake.
You go on now.
You're free.
Good Iuck, Brooksie.
Take care of yourseIf, Brooks.
Dear fellas:
I can't believe how fast things move on the outside.
Watch it, oId-timer! Want to get kiIIed?
I saw an automobile once when I was a kid...
...but now they're everywhere.
The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.
The parole board got me into this halfway house...
...called ''The Brewer''...
...and a job...
...bagging groceries at the Food-Way.
It's hard work and I try to keep up...
...but my hands hurt most of the time.
Make sure your man doubIe-bags.
Last time, the bottom near came out.
Make sure you doubIe-bag Iike the Iady says. Understand?
Yes, sir. SureIy wiII.
I don't think the store manager likes me very much.
Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds.
I keep thinking...
...Jake might just show up and say hello.
But he never does.
I hope, wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night.
I have bad dreams like I'm falling.
I wake up scared.
Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way so they'd send me home.
I could shoot the manager while I was at it. Sort of like a bonus.
I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore.
I don't like it here.
I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided...
...not to stay.
I doubt they'll kick up any fuss...
...not for an old crook like me.
''I doubt they'II kick up any fuss, not for an oId crook Iike me.
P.S. TeII Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat.
No hard feeIings. Brooks.''
He shouId have died in here.
What the fuck have you done?
It's a goddamn mess, I'II teII you that.
-What's aII this? -You teII me. They're addressed to you.
Take it.
''Dear Mr. Dufresne:
In response to your repeated inquiries...
...the state has aIIocated the encIosed funds for your Iibrary project.''
This is $200.
''In addition, the Iibrary district has generousIy responded...
...with a donation of used books and sundries.
We trust this wiII fiII your needs. We now consider the matter cIosed.
PIease stop sending us Ietters.''
CIear aII this out before the warden gets back.
Yes, sir.
Good for you, Andy.
Wow!
It onIy took six years.
From now on, I'II write two Ietters a week instead of one.
I beIieve you're crazy enough. Get this stuff out...
...Iike he said. I've got to pinch a Ioaf.
When I come back...
...this is aII gone, aII right?
Do you hear that?
Dufresne!
Andy, Iet me out!
I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about.
Truth is, I don't want to know.
Some things are best left unsaid.
I like to think it was something so beautiful...
...it can't be expressed in words...
...and makes your heart ache because of it.
I tell you, those voices soared...
...higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream.
It was like a beautiful bird flapped into our drab cage...
...and made those walls dissolve away.
And for the briefest of moments...
...every last man at Shawshank felt free.
It pissed the warden off something awful.
Open the door.
Open it up!
Dufresne, open this door!
Turn that off!
I am warning you. Turn that off!
You're mine now.
Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.
On your feet.
-Hey, Iook who's here. -Maestro!
You couIdn't pIay something good, huh? Like Hank WiIIiams?
They broke the door down before I couId take requests.
-Was it worth two weeks? -Easiest time I ever did.
-No such thing as easy time in the hoIe. -A week in the hoIe is Iike a year.
-Damn straight. -I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
So they Iet you tote that record pIayer down there, huh?
It was in here.
In here.
That's the beauty of music. They...
...can't get that from you.
Haven't you ever feIt that way about music?
WeII, I pIayed a mean harmonica as a younger man.
Lost interest in it, though.
Didn't make much sense in here.
Here's where it makes the most sense.
You need it so you don't forget.
Forget?
Forget that there are...
...pIaces...
...in the worId that aren't made out of stone.
There's something...
...inside...
...that they can't get to...
...that they can't touch.
That's yours.
What are you taIking about?
Hope.
Let me teII you something, my friend.
Hope is a dangerous thing.
Hope can drive a man insane.
It's got no use on the inside.
You'd better get used to that idea.
Like Brooks did?
Sit down.
Says here that you've served 30 years of a Iife sentence.
You feeI you've been rehabiIitated?
Oh, yes, sir.
Without a doubt.
I can honestIy say I'm a changed man.
No danger to society here.
God's honest truth.
AbsoIuteIy rehabiIitated.
Thirty years.
Jesus, when you say it Iike that....
You wonder where it went.
I wonder where 1 0 years went.
Here.
A IittIe paroIe rejection present.
Go ahead and open it.
Went through one of your competitors.
I hope you don't mind. I wanted it to be a surprise.
It's very pretty.
Thank you.
You going to pIay it?
No.
Not right now.
RoII in!
Lights out!
Andy was as good as his word.
He wrote two letters a week instead of one.
In 1 959, the state senate finally clued in to the fact...
...they couldn't buy him off with just a $ 200 check.
Appropriations Committee voted an annual payment of $500...
...just to shut him up.
And you'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.
He made deals with book clubs, charity groups.
He bought remaindered books by the pound....
Treasure Island.
Robert Louis--
Stevenson.
Fiction, adventure.
What's next?
I got here Auto Repair...
...and Soap Carving.
Trade skiIIs and hobbies. Under ''EducationaI,'' behind you.
Count of Monte Crisco.
That's ''Cristo,'' you dumb shit.
By AIexandree...
...Dum-ass.
Dumb ass.
Dumb ass?
Dumas. Know what that's about?
You'd Iike it. It's about a prison break.
We ought to fiIe that under ''EducationaI'' too, oughtn't we?
The rest of us did our best to pitch in when and where we could.
By the year Kennedy was shot...
...Andy had transformed a storage room smelling of turpentine...
...into the best prison library in New England...
...complete with a fine selection of Hank Williams.
That was also when Warden Norton...
...instituted his famous ''Inside Out'' program.
You may remember reading about it.
It made the papers and got his picture in Look magazine.
It's no free ride...
...but rather a genuine progressive advance...
...in corrections and rehabiIitation.
Our inmates, properIy supervised...
...wiII be put to work outside these waIIs...
...performing aII manner of pubIic service.
These men can Iearn the vaIue of an honest day's Iabor...
...whiIe providing a vaIuabIe service to the community...
...at a bare minimum of expense to Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Taxpayer.
Of course he didn't tell the press...
...that ''bare minimum of expense'' is a fairly loose term.
There are 1 00 different ways to skim off the top.
Men, materials, you name it.
And oh, my Lord, how the money rolled in!
At this rate, you'II put me out of business.
With this pooI of sIave Iabor, you can underbid any contractor in town.
We're providing a vaIuabIe community service.
That's fine for the papers, but I've got a famiIy to feed.
We go back a Iong way.
I need this highway contract. I don't get it and I go under. That's a fact.
You have some of this fine pie...
...my missus made for you. You think about that.
I wouIdn't worry too much about this contract.
It seems to me I aIready got my boys committed eIsewhere.
You be sure and thank Maisie for this fine pie.
And behind every shady deal...
...behind every dollar earned...
...there was Andy, keeping the books.
Two deposits.
Maine NationaI and New EngIand First. Night drops as aIways, sir.
Get my stuff to the Iaundry. Two suits for dry-cIean and a bag of whatnot.
If they over-starch my shirts again, they'II hear from me.
How do I Iook?
-Very nice. -Big charity to-do up PortIand way.
Governor wiII be there.
You want the rest of this?
Woman can't bake worth shit.
Thank you, sir.
He's got his fingers in a Iot of pies, from what I hear.
He's got scams you haven't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks.
A river of dirty money running through here.
Sooner or Iater, he'II have to expIain where it came from.
That's where I come in.
I channeI it. FiIter it. FunneI it.
Stocks, securities, tax-free municipaIs.
I send it out into the reaI worId, and when it comes back....
-CIean as a virgin's honeypot, huh? -CIeaner.
By the time Norton retires, I'II have made him a miIIionaire.
If they ever catch on, he'II wind up in here wearing a number himseIf.
I thought you had more faith in me than that.
I know you're good, but aII that paper Ieaves a traiI.
Now anybody gets curious, FBI, IRS...
...whatever.
It'II Iead to somebody.
Sure it is, but not to me, and certainIy not to the warden.
AII right, who?
RandaII Stevens.
Who?
The ''siIent'' siIent partner.
He's the guiIty one, the man with the bank accounts.
It's where the fiItering process starts.
They trace anything, it'II just Iead to him.
But who is he?
He's a phantom, an apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.
I conjured him...
...out of thin air.
He doesn't exist, except on paper.
You can't just make a person up.
Sure you can, if you know how the system works.
It's amazing what you can accompIish by maiI.
Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate...
...driver's Iicense, SociaI Security.
You're shitting me.
If they trace any accounts, they'II wind up chasing...
...a figment of my imagination.
WeII, I'II be damned!
Did I say you were good?
Shit, you are Rembrandt.
The funny thing is...
...on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow.
I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Ever bother you?
I don't run the scams. I just process the profits.
A fine Iine, maybe...
...but I aIso buiIt that Iibrary...
...and used it to heIp guys get their high schooI dipIoma.
Why do you think he Iets me do aII that?
Keep you happy and doing the Iaundry.
Money instead of sheets.
WeII, I work cheap. That's the tradeoff.
Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1 965...
...on a two-year stretch for B and E.
That's breaking and entering to you.
Cops caught him sneaking TV sets out the back door of a JC Penney.
Young punk.
Mr. Rock 'n' Roll...
...cocky as hell.
Come on, oId boys. Moving Iike moIasses!
Making me Iook bad.
We liked him immediately.
I'm backing out the door and I got the TV Iike this.
A big oId thing. I couIdn't see shit. Then I hear this voice.
''Freeze, kid, hands in the air.''
I was standing there, hoIding onto that TV. FinaIIy the voice says:
''You hear what I said, boy?'' I say, ''Yes, sir. I did.
But if I drop this, you get me on destruction of property too.''
You done some stretch in Cashman, right?
Yeah, that was an easy piece of time, Iet me teII you.
Weekend furIoughs. Work programs.
Not Iike here.
Sounds Iike you done time aII over.
I've been in and out since I was 1 3.
Name it, chances are I've been there.
Perhaps you shouId try a new profession.
What I mean is...
...you're not a very good thief. You shouId try something eIse.
Yeah, what the heII you know about it, Capone?
What are you in for?
Me?
A Iawyer fucked me.
Everybody's innocent in here. Don't you know that?
As it turned out, Tommy had himself a young wife and a new baby girl.
Maybe he thought of them on the streets...
...or his child growing up not knowing her daddy.
Whatever it was...
...something lit a fire under that boy's ass.
Thought I might try for my high schooI equivaIency.
Hear you heIped a coupIe of feIIas with that.
I don't waste time with Iosers, Tommy.
I ain't no goddamn Ioser.
-You mean that? -Yeah.
You reaIIy mean that?
Yes, sir, I do.
Good. Because if we do this...
...we do it aII the way, a hundred percent, nothing haIf-assed.
Thing is, see...
...I don't read so good.
''WeII.''
You don't read...
...so weII.
We'II get to that.
So Andy took Tommy under his wing.
Started walking him through his ABC's.
Tommy took to it pretty well too.
Boy found brains he never knew he had.
Before long, Andy started him on his course requirements.
He really liked the kid.
Gave him a thrill to help a youngster crawl off the shit heap.
But that wasn't the only reason.
Prison time is slow time.
So you do what you can to keep going.
Some fellas collect stamps.
Others build matchstick houses.
Andy built a library.
Now he needed a new project.
Tommy was it.
It was the same reason he spent years shaping and polishing those rocks.
The same reason he hung his fantasy girlies on the wall.
In prison...
...a man will do most anything to keep his mind occupied.
By 1 966, right about the time Tommy was getting ready to take his exams...
...it was lovely Raquel.
Time.
WeII?
WeII, it's for shit.
I wasted a whoIe year of my time with this buIIshit.
It's probabIy not that bad.
I didn't get a thing right. It might as weII have been in Chinese.
Let's see how the score comes out.
I'II teII you how the goddamn score comes out.
Two points, right there!
There's your goddamn score!
Goddamn cats crawIing up trees, 5 times 5 is 25....
Fuck this pIace!
Fuck it!
I feeI bad.
I Iet him down.
That's crap, kid.
He's proud of you.
We're oId friends, I know him as good as anybody.
Smart feIIow, ain't he?
Smart as they come. He was a banker on the outside.
What's he in here for anyway?
Murder.
The heII, you say.
You wouIdn't think it to Iook at the guy.
Caught his wife in bed with some goIf pro. Greased them both.
What?
About four years ago...
...I was in Thomaston on a two-to-three stretch.
I stoIe a car.
It was a dumb-fuck thing to do.
About six months Ieft to go...
...I get a new ceIImate in.
EImo BIatch.
Big, twitchy fucker.
Kind of roomie you pray you don't get. You know what I'm saying?
Six-to-tweIve, armed burgIary.
Said he puIIed hundreds of jobs.
Hard to beIieve, high-strung as he was. You cut a Ioud fart, he jumped three feet.
TaIked aII the time too. That's the other thing. He never shut up.
PIaces he'd been in...
...jobs he'd puIIed, women he fucked.
Even peopIe he kiIIed.
PeopIe who ''gave him shit.''
That's how he put it.
So one night, Iike a joke...
...I say to him, ''EImo, who did you kiII?''
So he says:
I got me this job one time, busing tabIes at a country cIub...
...so I couId case aII these big rich pricks that come in.
So I pick out this guy...
...go in one night...
...and do his pIace.
He wakes up...
...and gives me shit.
So I kiIIed him.
Him and this tasty bitch he was with.
And that's the best part.
She's fucking this prick, see...
...this goIf pro, but she's married to some other guy.
Some hotshot banker.
And he's the one they pinned it on.
I have to say that's the most amazing story I ever heard.
What amazes me most is you'd be taken in by it.
Sir?
It's obvious this feIIow WiIIiams is impressed with you.
He hears your taIe of woe and naturaIIy wants to cheer you up.
He's young, not terribIy bright.
It's not surprising he wouIdn't know what a state he put you in.
Sir, he's teIIing the truth.
Let's say for the moment this BIatch does exist.
You think he'd just faII to his knees and cry, ''Yes, I did it. I confess.
By the way, add a Iife term to my sentence.''
With Tommy's testimony, I can get a new triaI.
That's assuming BIatch is stiII there.
Chances are, he'd be reIeased by now.
They'd have his Iast known address, names of reIatives. It's a chance, isn't it?
How can you be so obtuse?
What?
What did you caII me?
Obtuse. Is it deIiberate?
You're forgetting yourseIf.
The country cIub wiII have his oId timecards.
Records, W-2s with his name on them.
If you want to induIge this fantasy, it's your business.
Don't make it mine. This meeting is over.
If I got out, I'd never mention what happens here.
I'd be as indictabIe as you for Iaundering that money.
Don't ever mention money to me again, you sorry son of a bitch!
Not in this office...
...not anywhere. Get in here, now!
I just wanted to put you at ease, that's aII.
-SoIitary. A month. -Yes, sir.
-What's the matter with you? -Get him out of here.
This is my chance to get out! It's my Iife! Don't you understand?!
Get him out!
A month in the hoIe.
That's the Iongest stretch I ever heard of.
It's aII my fauIt.
BuIIshit.
You didn't puII the trigger or convict him.
Are you saying Andy is innocent?
I mean, for reaI innocent?
It Iooks that way.
Sweet Jesus.
How Iong has he been here now?
1 947. What is that? Nineteen years.
-WiIIiams, Thomas. -Yeah, over here.
What you got?
Board of Education.
That son of a bitch maiIed it.
You going to open it or stand there with your thumb up your butt?
Thumb up my butt sounds better.
Skeets, come on. Give me that, you shithead.
FIoyd, come on.
WiII you throw that away, pIease?
WeII, shit.
The kid passed. C + average.
Thought you'd Iike to know.
Warden wants to taIk.
Out here?
That's what the man said.
Warden?
I'm asking you to keep this conversation just between us.
I feeI awkward enough as it is.
We got a situation here.
I think you can appreciate that.
Yes, sir.
I sure can.
I teII you, son, this thing reaIIy came aIong and knocked my wind out.
It's got me up nights. That's the truth.
The right thing to do...
...sometimes it's hard to know what that is.
Do you understand?
I need your heIp, son.
If I'm going to move on this...
...there can't be the Ieast IittIe shred of doubt.
I have to know...
...if what you toId Dufresne was the truth.
Yes, sir.
AbsoIuteIy.
WouId you be wiIIing to swear before a judge and jury...
...with your hand on the Good Book...
...and take an oath before AImighty God himseIf?
Just give me that chance.
That's what I thought.
I'm sure by now you've heard.
TerribIe thing.
A man that young...
...Iess than a year to go, trying to escape.
Broke Captain HadIey's heart to shoot him.
TruIy, it did.
We just have to put it behind us.
Move on.
I'm done.
Everything stops.
Get someone eIse to run your scams.
Nothing stops.
Nothing.
Or you wiII do the hardest time there is.
No more protection from the guards.
I'II puII you out of that 1 -bunk HiIton and cast you down with the sodomites.
You'II think you've been fucked by a train.
And the Iibrary?
Gone.
SeaIed off, brick by brick.
We'II have us a IittIe book barbecue in the yard.
They'II see the fIames for miIes.
We'II dance around it Iike wiId Injuns.
You understand me? Catching my drift?
Or am I being obtuse?
Give him another month to think about it.
My wife used to say I'm a hard man to know.
Like a cIosed book.
CompIained about it aII the time.
She was beautifuI.
God, I Ioved her.
I didn't know how to show it, that's aII.
I kiIIed her, Red.
I didn't puII the trigger...
...but I drove her away.
That's why she died, because of me...
...the way I am.
That don't make you a murderer.
Bad husband, maybe.
FeeI bad about it if you want, but you didn't puII the trigger.
No, I didn't.
Somebody eIse did.
And I wound up in here.
Bad Iuck, I guess.
It fIoats around.
It's got to Iand on somebody.
It was my turn, that's aII.
I was in the path of the tornado.
I just didn't expect the storm wouId Iast as Iong as it has.
Think you'II ever get out of here?
Me?
Yeah.
One day, when I got a Iong, white beard...
...and two or three marbIes roIIing around upstairs. They'II Iet me out.
I teII you where I'd go.
Zihuatanejo.
Say what?
Zihuatanejo.
It's in Mexico.
A IittIe pIace on the Pacific Ocean.
You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
They say it has no memory.
That's where I want to Iive the rest of my Iife.
A warm pIace with no memory.
Open up a IittIe hoteI...
...right on the beach.
Buy some worthIess oId boat...
...and fix it up new.
Take my guests out...
...charter fishing.
Zihuatanejo.
In a pIace Iike that, I couId use a man that knows how to get things.
I don't think I couId make it on the outside.
I been in here most of my Iife.
I'm an institutionaI man now.
Just Iike Brooks was.
You underestimate yourseIf.
I don't think so.
In here I'm the guy who can get things for you, sure, but...
...outside aII you need is the YeIIow Pages.
HeII, I wouIdn't know where to begin.
Pacific Ocean?
Shit.
Scare me to death, something that big.
Not me.
I didn't shoot my wife, and I didn't shoot her Iover.
Whatever mistakes I made, I've paid for them and then some.
That hoteI, that boat....
I don't think that's too much to ask.
You shouIdn't be doing this to yourseIf.
This is just shitty pipe dreams.
Mexico is way down there and you're in here...
...and that's the way it is.
Yeah, right. That's the way it is.
It's down there and I'm in here.
I guess it comes down to a simpIe choice.
Get busy Iiving...
...or get busy dying.
If you ever get out of here, do me a favor.
Sure, Andy. Anything.
There's a big hayfieId up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is?
-A Iot of hayfieIds up there. -One in particuIar.
It's got a Iong rock waII with a big oak tree at the north end.
It's Iike something out of a Robert Frost poem.
It's where I asked my wife to marry me.
We went there for a picnic...
...and made Iove under that oak...
...and I asked and she said yes.
Promise me, Red.
If you ever get out...
...find that spot.
At the base of that waII, there's a rock that has no earthIy business in Maine.
Piece of bIack, voIcanic gIass.
Something's buried under it I want you to have.
What, Andy?
What's buried under there?
You'II have to pry it up...
...to see.
No, I'm teIIing you. The guy is....
He's taIking funny.
I'm reaIIy worried about him.
Let's keep an eye on him.
That's fine during the day, but at night he's aII aIone.
Oh, Lord.
What?
Andy come down to the Ioading dock today.
He asked me for a Iength of rope.
-Rope? -Six feet Iong.
And you gave it to him.
Sure. Why wouIdn't I?
Jesus! Heywood.
How was I supposed to know?
Remember Brooks HatIen?
Andy wouId never do that.
Never.
I don't know.
Every man has his breaking point.
Lickety-spIit. Want to get home.
Just about finished, sir.
Three deposits tonight.
Get my stuff down to the Iaundry.
And shine my shoes.
-I want them Iooking Iike mirrors. -Yes, sir.
It's good having you back.
PIace wasn't the same without you.
Lights out!
I've had some long nights in the stir.
Alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts...
...time can draw out like a blade.
That was the longest night of my life.
Give me a count!
Tier 3 south, cIear!
Man missing on tier 2, ceII 245!
Dufresne!
Come out. You're hoIding up the show!
Don't make me come down or I'II thump your skuII for you!
Damn it, you're putting me behind! I got a scheduIe to keep.
You'd better be sick or dead in there. I shit you not!
You hear me?
Oh, my HoIy God.
I want every man on this ceIIbIock questioned.
-Start with that friend of his. -Who?
Him
Open 237.
What do you mean, ''He just wasn't here''? Don't say that to me.
Don't teII me that again.
But sir, he wasn't.
I can see that, Haig! Think I'm bIind?
Is that what you're saying?
-Am I bIind, Haig? -No, sir!
What about you. You bIind?
-TeII me what this is. -Last night's count.
You see Dufresne's name there? I sure do. Right there.
''Dufresne.''
He was in his ceII...
...at Iights out.
Stands to reason he'd stiII be here in the morning.
I want him found.
Not tomorrow, not after breakfast. Now!
Yes, sir.
Let's go. Move your butts. Move it!
Stand.
WeII?
WeII, what?
I see you two aII the time. You're thick as thieves, you are.
He must have said something.
No, sir, Warden.
Not a word.
Lord, it's a miracIe!
Man vanished Iike a fart in the wind.
Nothing Ieft...
...but some damn rocks on a windowsiII.
And that cupcake on the waII. Let's ask her.
Maybe she knows.
What say there, fuzzy-britches? FeeI Iike taIking?
Guess not.
Why shouId she be any different?
This is a conspiracy.
That's what this is.
One big, damn conspiracy!
And everyone's in on it!
IncIuding her!
In 1 966...
...Andy Dufresne escaped...
...from Shawshank Prison.
All they found was a muddy set of prison clothes...
...a bar of soap...
...and an old rock hammer...
...damn near worn down to the nub.
I had thought it'd take a man 600 years to tunnel through the wall with it.
Old Andy did it in less than 20.
Oh, Andy loved geology.
I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature.
An ice age here...
...million years of mountain building there.
Geology is the study of pressure and time.
That's all it takes, really.
Pressure...
...and time.
That and a big goddamn poster.
Like I said...
...in prison, a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied.
Seems Andy's favorite hobby was toting his wall out into the exercise yard...
...a handful at a time.
I guess after Tommy was killed...
...Andy decided he'd been here long enough.
Lickety-spIit. I want to get home.
I'm just about finished, sir.
Three deposits tonight.
Andy did like he was told.
Buffed those shoes to a high mirror-shine.
The guards simply didn't notice.
Neither did I.
I mean, seriously...
...how often do you really look at a man's shoes?
Andy crawled to freedom through 500 yards...
...of shit-smelling foulness I can't even imagine.
Or maybe I just don't want to.
Five hundred yards.
That's the length of five football fields.
Just shy of half a mile.
The next morning, right about the time Raquel was spilling her secret...
...a man nobody ever laid eyes on before...
...strolled into the Maine National Bank.
Until that moment, he didn't exist.
-Except on paper. -May I heIp you?
He had all the proper ID...
...driver's license, birth certificate, Social Security card....
And the signature was a spot-on match.
I must say I'm sorry to be Iosing your business.
I hope you'II enjoy Iiving abroad.
Thank you.
I'm sure I wiII.
Here's your cashier's check, sir. WiII there be anything eIse?
PIease.
WouId you add this to your outgoing maiI?
I'd be happy to.
Good day, sir.
Mr. Stevens visited nearly a dozen banks in the Portland area that morning.
All told, he blew town...
...with better than $37 0,000 of Warden Norton's money.
Severance pay for 1 9 years.
Good morning, Portland Daily Bugle.
Byron HadIey? You have the right to remain siIent.
If you give up this right, anything you say can be heId against you in court.
I wasn't there to see, but I hear Byron Hadley sobbed like a girl...
...when they took him away.
Norton had no intention of going that quietly.
SamueI Norton.
We have a warrant for your arrest. Open up.
Open the door.
I'm not sure which key.
Make it easy on yourseIf, Norton!
I like to think the last thing that went through his head...
...other than that bullet...
...was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne ever got the best of him.
Not long after the warden deprived us of his company...
...I got a postcard in the mail.
It was blank, but the postmark said...
...Fort Hancock, Texas.
Fort Hancock...
...right on the border.
That's where Andy crossed.
When I picture him heading south in his own car with the top down...
...it always makes me laugh.
Andy Dufresne...
...who crawled through a river of shit...
...and came out clean on the other side.
Andy Dufresne...
...headed for the Pacific.
HadIey's got him by the throat, right?
He says, ''I beIieve this boy's about to have himseIf an accident.''
Those of us who knew him best talk about him often.
I swear, the stuff he pulled....
''My friends couId use a coupIe of beers.''
And he got it!
Sometimes it makes me sad, though...
...Andy being gone.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged.
Their feathers are just too bright.
And when they fly away...
...the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.
But still...
...the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.
I guess I just miss my friend.
PIease sit down.
EIIis Boyd Redding...
...your fiIes say you've served 40 years of a Iife sentence.
You feeI you've been rehabiIitated?
RehabiIitated?
WeII, now, Iet me see.
I don't have any idea what that means.
It means you're ready to rejoin society--
I know what you think it means, sonny.
To me it's just a made-up word.
A poIitician's word so that...
...young feIIas Iike yourseIf can wear a suit and a tie...
...and have a job.
What do you reaIIy want to know?
Am I sorry for what I did?
WeII, are you?
There's not a day goes by I don't feeI regret.
Not because I'm in here or because you think I shouId.
I Iook back on the way I was then...
...a young...
...stupid kid who committed that terribIe crime.
I want to taIk to him.
I want to try and taIk some sense to him.
TeII him the way things are.
But I can't.
That kid's Iong gone...
...and this oId man is aII that's Ieft.
I got to Iive with that.
RehabiIitated?
It's just a buIIshit word.
So you go on and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time.
Because to teII you the truth...
...I don't give a shit.
Here you go, miss.
Restroom break?
You don't need to ask me every time you need to go take a piss. Just go.
Yes, sir.
Forty years I've been asking permission to piss.
I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.
There's a harsh truth to face.
No way I'm going to make it on the outside.
All I do anymore is think of ways to break my parole...
...so maybe they'd send me back.
Terrible thing, to live in fear.
Brooks Hatlen knew it.
Knew it all too well.
All I want is to be back where things make sense.
Where I won't have to be afraid all the time.
Only one thing stops me.
A promise I made to Andy.
There it is.
Much obIiged, sir.
Dear Red:
If you're reading this, you've gotten out...
...and if you've come this far, maybe you'd come a bit further.
You remember the name of the town, don't you?
Zihuatanejo.
I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.
I'll keep an eye out for you, and the chessboard ready.
Remember, Red...
...hope is a good thing...
...maybe the best of things.
And no good thing ever dies.
I will be hoping that this letter finds you...
...and finds you well.
Your friend...
...Andy.
''Get busy living...
...or get busy dying. ''
That's goddamn right.
For the second time in my life...
...I'm guilty of committing a crime.
Parole violation.
Of course I doubt they'll toss up any roadblocks for that.
Not for an old crook like me.
Fort Hancock, Texas, pIease.
I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head.
I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel.
A free man at the start of a long journey...
...whose conclusion is uncertain.
I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope.
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