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Mr. Dufresne, describe...

...the confrontation you had with your wife the night she was murdered.

lt was very bitter.

She said she was glad l knew, that she hated all the sneaking around.

And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.

-What was your response? -l told her l would not grant one.

''līll see you in hell before l see you in Reno.''

Those were your words, according to your neighbors.

lf they say so.

l really donīt remember. l 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, golfpro at the Snowden Hills Country Club...

...whom you had discovered was your wifeīs lover.

Did you follow her?

l went to a few bars first.

Later, l drove to his house to confront them. They werenīt home.

l parked in the turnout...

...and waited.

With what intention?

Iīm 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.

l was sobering up.

l got back in the car and l drove home to sleep it off.

Along the way, l threw my gun into the Royal River.

līve been very clear on this point.

l get hazy where the cleaning woman shows up the following morning...

...and finds your wife in bed with her lover...

...riddled with .38-caliber bullets.

Does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, or is it just me?

Yes, it does.

Yet you still maintain you threw your gun into the river...

...before the murders took place.

Thatīs very convenient.

ltīs the truth.

The police dragged that river for three days, and nary a gun was found...

...so no comparison could be made between your gun and the bullets...

...taken from the bloodstained corpses of the victims.

And that also...

...is very convenient. lsnīt it, Mr. Dufresne?

Since l am innocent of this crime...

...l find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.

Ladies and gentlemen, youīve 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 otherīs arms.

They had sinned.

But was their crime so great...

...as to merit a death sentence?

While you think about that...

...think about this:

A revolver holds six bullets, not eight.

l submit that this was not a hot-blooded crime of passion.

That at least could be understood, if not condoned.

No.

This was revenge...

...of a much more brutal, cold-blooded 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 particularly icy and remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne.

lt chills my blood just to look at you.

By the power vested in me by the state of Maine...

...l hereby order you to serve two life sentences back-to-back...

...one for each of your victims. So be it!

Sit.

We see youīve served 20 years of a life sentence?

-Yes, sir. -You feel youīve been rehabilitated?

Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.

l mean, l learned my lesson.

l can honestly say that līm a changed man.

līm no longer a danger to society.

Thatīs Godīs honest truth.

Hey, Red.

Howīd it go?

Same old shit, different day.

Yeah, l know how you feel.

līm up for rejection next week.

Yeah, l got rejected last week.

lt happens.

Hey, Red, bump me a deck.

Get out of my face, man! Youīre into me for five packs already.

Four!

There must be a con like me in every prison in America.

Iīm the guy who can get it for you.

Cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if thatīs your thing...

...bottle of brandy to celebrate your kidīs high school graduation.

Damn near anything within reason.

Yes, sir! Iīm a regular Sears and Roebuck.

So when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1949...

...and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him...

...I told him, ''No problem. ''

Andy came to Shawshank Prison...

...in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fella she was banging.

On the outside, heīd been vice president of a large Portland bank.

Good work for a man so young.

You speak English, butt-steak?

You follow this officer.

l never seen such a sorry-looking heap of maggot shit in all my life.

Hey, fish! Come over here!

Taking bets today, Red?

Smokes or coin? Bettorīs choice.

Smokes. Put me down for two.

All right, whoīs your horse?

That little sack of shit.

-Eighth. Heīll be first. -Bullshit! līll take that action.

Youīre out some smokes, son.

lf youīre so smart, you call it.

līll take that chubby fat-ass there.

The fifth one. Put me down for a quarter deck.

Fresh fish today!

Weīre reeling them in!

I admit I didnīt think much ofAndy 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 tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.

That guy? Never happen.

-1 0 cigarettes. -Thatīs a rich bet.

Whoīs going to prove me wrong?

Heywood? Jigger?

Skeets?

Floyd!

Four brave souls.

Return to your cellblocks for evening count.

All prisoners, return to your cellblocks.

Turn to the right!

Eyes front.

This is Mr. Hadley. Heīs captain of the guards.

līm Mr. Norton, the warden.

You are convicted felons.

Thatīs why theyīve sent you to me.

Rule number one:

No blasphemy.

līll not have the Lordīs name taken in vain in my prison.

The other rules...

...youīll figure out as you go along. 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.

l believe in two things:

Discipline and the Bible.

Here, youīll receive both.

Put your trust in the Lord.

Your ass belongs to me.

Welcome to Shawshank.

Unhook them.

Turn around.

Thatīs enough.

Move to the end of the cage.

Turn around. Delouse him.

Turn around.

Move out of the cage. Pick up your clothes and Bible.

Next man up!

To the right.

Right. Right.

Left.

The first nightīs 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...

...thatīs when you know itīs 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...

...whoīs it going to be?

Itīs 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! l want me a pork chop.

The boys always go fishing with first-timers.

And they donīt quit till they reel someone in.

Hey, Fat Ass.

Fat Ass!

Talk to me, boy.

l know youīre there. l can hear you breathing.

Donīt you listen to these nitwits, you hear me?

This place ainīt so bad.

Tell you what...

...līll introduce you around, make you feel right at home.

l know a couple of big old bull queers thatīd just...

...love to make your acquaintance.

Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.

God!

l donīt belong here!

-We have a winner! -l want to go home!

And itīs Fat Ass by a nose!

Fresh fish!

l want to go home!

l want my mother!

l had your mother! She wasnīt that great!

What the Christ is this horseshit?

He blasphemed. līll tell the warden.

Youīll tell him with my baton up your ass!

Let me out!

What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?

Please! l ainīt supposed to be here.

Not me!

l wonīt count to three. Not even to one.

You shut up, or līll sing you a lullaby!

Shut up, man. Shut up!

You donīt understand. līm not supposed to be here.

Open that cell.

Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!

Son of a bitch!

Captain, take it easy!

lf l hear so much as a mouse fart in here tonight...

...l swear by God and Jesus, you will all visit the infirmary.

Every last motherfucker in here.

Call the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.

His first night in thejoint, Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes.

He never made a sound.

Tier 3 north, clear count!

Tier 2 north, clear count.

Tier 3 south, clear.

Prepare to roll out.

Roll out!

Are you going to eat that?

l hadnīt planned on it.

Do you mind?

Thatīs nice and ripe.

Jake says thank you.

Fell out of his nest over by the plate shop.

līm going to look after him until heīs big enough to fly.

Oh, no! Here he comes.

Morning, fellas.

Fine morning, isnīt it?

You know why itīs a fine morning, donīt you?

Send them down. l want them lined up...

...just like a pretty little chorus line.

Look at that.

-l canīt stand this guy. -Oh, Lord!

Yes! Richmond, Virginia.

Smell my ass!

After he smells mine.

Thatīs a shame about your horse coming in last and all.

But l sure do love that winning horse of mine, though.

l owe that boy a big kiss when l see him.

Why donīt you give him some of your cigarettes instead? Lucky fuck!

Hey, Tyrell.

You pull infirmary duty this week?

Howīs my horse doing anyway?

Dead.

Hadley busted his head up pretty good.

Doc had gone home for the night.

Poor bastard lay there till this morning.

By then, there wasnīt nothing we could do.

What was his name?

Whatīd you say?

l was just wondering if anyone knew his name.

What the fuck do you care, new fish?

Doesnīt fucking matter what his name was. Heīs dead.

Anybody come at you yet?

Anybody get to you yet?

Hey, we all need friends in here.

l could be a friend to you.

Hard to get.

l like 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.

Wasnīt 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.

līm Andy Dufresne.

Wife-killing banker.

Whyīd you do it?

l didnīt, since you ask.

Youīre going to fit right in.

Everybody in hereīs innocent. Didnīt you know that?

-What you in here for? -Didnīt do it. Lawyer fucked me.

Rumor has it youīre a real cold fish.

You think your shit smells sweeter than most. ls that right?

What do you think?

To tell you the truth, l havenīt made up my mind.

l understand youīre a man that knows how to get things.

līm known to locate certain things from time to time.

l wonder if you might get me a rock hammer.

A rock hammer.

-What is it and why? -What do you care?

For a toothbrush, l wouldnīt ask. līd quote a price.

But a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isnīt it?

Fair enough.

A rock hammer is about six or seven inches long.

-Looks like a miniature pickax. -Pickax?

For rocks.

Quartz?

And some mica, shale...

...limestone.

So?

So līm a rock hound.

At least l was in my old life. līd like to be again.

Or maybe youīd like to sink your toy into somebodyīs skull.

No, l have no enemies here.

No? Wait a while.

Word gets around.

The Sisters have taken quite a liking to you.

Especially Bogs.

Donīt suppose it would help if l told them līm not homosexual.

Neither are they.

You have to be human first. They donīt qualify.

Bull queers take by force. Thatīs all they want or understand.

lf l were you, līd grow eyes in the back of my head.

-Thanks for the advice. -Well, thatīs free.

You understand my concern.

lf thereīs trouble, l wonīt use the rock hammer.

Then līd guess you want to escape. Tunnel under the wall, maybe.

What did l miss? Whatīs so funny?

Youīll understand when you see the rock hammer.

Whatīs an item like this usually go for?

Seven dollars in any rock-and-gem shop.

My normal markupīs 20 percent.

But this is a specialty item.

Risk goes up, price goes up. Letīs make it an even 1 0 bucks.

Ten it is.

Waste of money, if you ask me.

Whyīs that?

Folks around this joint love surprise inspections.

They find it, youīre going to lose it.

lf they catch you, you donīt know me.

Mention my name, we never do business again.

Not for shoelaces or a stick of gum. Now you got that?

l understand.

Thank you, Mr....

Red.

Nameīs Red.

Why do they call you that?

Maybe itīs because līm lrish.

I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby.

He had a quiet way about him...

...a walk and a talk thatjust wasnīt 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 itīd be fair to say...

...I liked Andy from the start.

Letīs go! Some of us got a schedule to keep.

Move it! Come on, move it!

How you doing? Howīs the wife treating you?

Andy was right.

I finally got thejoke.

It would take a man about 600 years...

...to tunnel under the wall with one of these.

-Book? -Not today.

Book?

Delivery for Dufresne.

Hereīs your book.

Thanks.

Weīre running low on hexite. Get on back and fetch us up some.

This will blind you.

Honey, hush.

Thatīs 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 thatīs 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 1949...

...the powers that be decided:

The roof of the license-plate factory needs resurfacing.

l need a dozen volunteers for a weekīs work.

As you know...

...special detail carries with it special privileges.

It was outdoor detail...

...and May is one damned fine month to be working outdoors.

Stay in line there.

More than a hundred men volunteered for thejob.

Wallace E. Unger.

Ellis Redding.

Wouldnīt 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 lawyer calls me long-distance from Texas.

l say, ''Yeah?''

He says, ''Sorry to inform you, but your brother just died.''

-līm sorry to hear that. -līm not. He was an asshole.

Ran off years ago. Figured him for dead.

So this lawyer fellow says to me:

''He died a rich man.'' Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.

A million bucks?

-lncredible how lucky some assholes get. -You going to see any of that?

Thirty-five thousand. Thatīs what he left me.

Dollars?

Thatīs great! Thatīs like winning the sweepstakes.

lsnīt it?

Dumb shit, what do you think the government will 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?

lKeep your eyes on your mop, man!

Youīll pay some tax, but youīll still end up--

Yeah, maybe enough to buy a new car, and then what?

l got to pay tax on the car. Repair...

...maintenance, kids pestering you to take them for a ride all the time.

Then if you figure your tax wrong, you pay out of your own pocket.

l tell you! Uncle Sam!

He puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit till itīs purple.

-Getting himself killed. -lKeep tarring.

Some brother. Shit!

Mr. Hadley...

...do you trust your wife?

Oh, thatīs funny.

Youīll look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.

What l mean is, do you think sheīd go behind your back?

Step aside, Mert. This fuckerīs having himself an accident.

Heīll push him off!

lf you trust her, you can keep...

...that 35,000.

-What did you say? -Thirty-five thousand.

All of it.

-Every penny. -You better start making sense.

lf you want to keep it, give it to your wife.

The lRS allows a one-time-only gift to your spouse for up to $60,000.

-Bullshit. Tax-free? -Tax-free.

lRS canīt touch one cent.

Youīre that smart banker that killed his wife.

Why should l believe you? So l can end up in here with you?

ltīs legal. Ask the lRS. Theyīll say the same thing.

l feel stupid telling you this. līm sure you would have investigated.

l donīt need you to tell me where the bear shit in the buckwheat.

Of course not. But you do need someone to set it up for you.

Thatīll cost you. A lawyer.

A bunch of ball-washing bastards!

l suppose l could set it up for you. That would save you some money.

You get the forms, līll prepare them...

...nearly free of charge.

līd only ask three beers apiece for each of my coworkers.

''Coworkers.'' Thatīs rich!

A man working outdoors feels more like a man...

...if he can have a bottle of suds. Thatīs only my opinion...

...sir.

What are you jimmies staring at?

Letīs go! Work!

And thatīs how it came to pass...

...that on the second-to-last day of thejob...

...the convict crew that tarred the factory roof in the spring of ī49...

...wound up sitting in a row at 10:00 in the morning...

...drinking icy-cold beer, courtesy of the hardest screw...

...that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.

Drink up while itīs cold, ladies.

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 cold one?

No, thanks. l 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.

lKing me.

-Chess. Now thereīs a game of kings. -What?

Civilized. Strategic.

And a total fucking mystery. l hate it.

Let me teach you someday.

Sure.

We could get a board together.

Youīre talking to the right man. l can get things, right?

We might do business on a board, and līll carve the pieces myself.

One side in alabaster, one in soapstone. What do you think?

l think itīll take years.

Years l got. What l donīt have are the rocks.

Pickings are pretty slim in the yard.

Pebbles, mostly.

Weīre getting to be kind of friends, arenīt we?

Yeah, l guess.

Can l ask you something?

Whyīd you do it?

līm innocent, Red.

Just like everybody else here.

What are you in for?

Murder. Same as you.

lnnocent?

Only guilty man in Shawshank.

Whereīs the canary?

How did you know?

-How did I know what? -So you donīt know.

Come.

This is where the canary is.

Quite a surprise to hear a woman singing in my house, eh?

Thatīs quite a...

...surprise.

Wait, wait.

Here she comes.

l like this part when she does that shit with her hair.

l know. līve seen it three times this month.

Gilda, are you decent?

Me?

God, l love it.

l understand youīre a man that knows how to get things.

līm known to locate certain things from time to time. What do you want?

-Rita Hayworth. -What?

Can you get her?

So this is Johnny Farrel. Iīve heard a lot about you.

-Take a few weeks. -Weeks?

l donīt have her stuffed down the front of my pants right now, sorry to say.

But līll get her.

Relax.

Thanks.

-Get out! -l got to change reels!

l said fuck off!

Ainīt you going to scream?

Letīs get this over with.

He broke my fucking nose!

Now...

...līm going to open my fly...

...and youīll swallow what l give you to swallow.

Then youīll swallow Roosterīs. You broke his nose.

He ought to have something to show for it.

You put it in my mouth, you lose it.

No, you donīt understand.

Do that and līll put all eight inches of this in your ear.

All right, but you should know that sudden, serious brain injury...

...causes the victim to bite down hard.

ln fact, l hear the bite reflex is so strong...

...they have to pry the victimīs jaws open...

...with a crowbar.

Where do you get this shit?

l read it.

You know how to read, you ignorant fuck?

Honey!

You shouldnīt!

Bogs didnīt put anything in Andyīs 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.

Timeīs up, Bogs.

ltīs your world, boss.

Return to your cellblocks for evening count.

All prisoners report for lock down.

What?

-Whereīs he going? -Grab his ankles.

Help!

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 could use a nice welcome back when he gets out of the infirmary.

Sounds good to us.

l figure we owe him that much for the beer.

The man likes to play chess.

Letīs get him some rocks.

Guys!

l got one.

l got one. Look!

Heywood, that isnīt soapstone! And it ainīt alabaster either.

What are you, a fucking geologist?

Heīs right. lt ainīt.

-What the hell is it then? -ltīs a horse apple.

-Bullshit! -No, horseshit.

Petrified.

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.

Heads up. Theyīre tossing cells.

Heads up. Theyīre tossing cells!

1 1 9.

1 23.

On your feet.

Face the wall.

Turn around and face the warden.

Pleased 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.

līve always liked that one.

But l prefer...

...''l am the light of the world.

Ye that followeth me shall have the light of life.''

John, chapter 8, verse 1 2.

l hear youīre good with numbers.

How nice.

Man should have a skill.

Explain this.

ltīs called a rock blanket. ltīs for shaping and polishing rocks.

A little hobby of mine.

ltīs pretty clean.

Some contraband here, but nothing to get in a twist over.

l canīt say l approve of this.

But l suppose...

...exceptions can be made.

Lock them up!

l almost forgot.

līd hate to deprive you of this.

Salvation lies within.

Yes, sir.

Tossing cells wasjust an excuse.

Truth is...

...Norton wanted to size Andy up.

My wife made that in church group.

Very nice, sir.

You enjoy working the laundry?

No, sir. Not especially.

Perhaps we can find something more...

...befitting a man of your education.

Hey, Jake. Whereīs Brooks?

l thought l heard you out here.

līve been reassigned to you.

l know, they told me.

Ainīt that a kick in the head?

Well, līll give you the dime tour.

Come on.

Well, here she is.

The Shawshank Prison Library.

National Geographics...

... Readerīs Digest condensed books...

...and Louis LīAmour.

Look magazine.

Erle Stanley Gardners.

Every evening l load up the cart and make my rounds.

l enter the names on this clipboard here.

Easy, peasy, Japanese-y.

-Any questions? -How long have you been librarian?

l come here in ī05, and they made me librarian in 1 9 1 2.

And have you ever had an assistant?

No. Not much to it, really.

Why me? Why now?

l donīt know.

But itīd be nice to have some company down here.

Thatīs him. Thatīs the one.

līm Dekins.

l was thinking...

...about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kidsī educations.

l see.

Why donīt we have a seat and talk it over.

Do you have a piece of paper and a pencil?

Thanks.

So....

Mister Dekins....

And then Andy says, ''Mr. Dekins...

...do you want your sons to go to Harvard or Yale?''

He didnīt say that!

As God as my witness!

Dekins blinked for a second...

...then he laughed and actually shook Andyīs hand.

-My ass! -Shook his hand.

l tell you, l near soiled myself!

All he needed was a suit and tie and a jiggly hula gal on his desk...

...heīd have been ''Mr. Dufresne,'' if you please.

Making a few friends?

l wouldnīt say ''friends.''

līm a convicted murderer who provides sound financial planning.

ltīs a wonderful pet to have.

Got you out of the laundry, though.

lt might do more than that.

How about expanding the library. Get some new books.

lf you ask for something, ask for a pool table.

How do you expect to do that? l mean...

...get new books in here, ''Mr. Dufresne, if you please.''

līll ask the warden for funds.

Six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and līve learned...

...one immutable, universal truth:

Not one born whose asshole...

...wouldnīt pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you ask for funds.

-The budgetīs stretched thin as it is. -l see.

Maybe l could write the state senate and request funds from them.

They have only three ways to spend the taxpayersī money for prisons:

More walls, more bars, more guards.

līd like to try, with permission. A letter a week.

-They canīt ignore me forever. -Sure can.

But you write your letters if it makes you happy.

līll even mail them for you. Howīs 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 wardenīs.

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 holster too.

Thatīs tax-deductible. 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.

Could 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.

ltīs Brooks.

Watch the door.

Please, Brooks.

-Calm the fuck down. -Stay back!

-Stay back, goddamn it! -Whatīs going on?

One second heīs fine, then out come the knives.

We can talk about this, right?

Thereīs nothing to talk about. līll cut his fucking throat.

Whatīs he done to you?

ltīs what they done!

l got no choice.

You wonīt hurt Heywood. We all know that.

-Right, Heywood? -Sure.

Heīs a friend of yours, and Brooks is a reasonable man.

Right, guys?

So put the knife down. Look at me.

Put the knife down.

Look at his neck, for Godīs sake.

Look at his neck. Heīs bleeding.

ltīs the only way...

...theyīd let me stay.

This is crazy. You donīt want to do this.

Put it, put it down.

Take it easy.

Youīll be all right.

Him? What about me?

Crazy old fool damn near cut my throat!

Youīve had worse from shaving.

What did you do to set him off?

Nothing. l come in here to say farewell.

Ainīt you heard? His paroleīs come through.

l just donīt understand what happened in there.

Old manīs crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse.

Thatīs enough out of you.

-Heard he had you shitting your pants. -Fuck you.

lKnock it off.

Brooks ainīt no bug.

Heīs just institutionalized.

''lnstitutionalized,'' my ass.

The manīs been in here 50 years, Heywood, 50 years!

This is all he knows.

ln here, heīs an important man...

...an educated man.

Outside, heīs nothing.

Just a used-up con with arthritis in both hands.

Probably couldnīt get a library card if he tried.

You know what līm trying to say?

l do believe youīre talking out of your ass.

You believe whatever you want.

But l tell you these walls are funny.

First you hate them.

Then you get used to them.

Enough time passes...

...you get so you depend on them.

Thatīs ''institutionalized.''

Shit.

-l could never get like that. -Oh, yeah?

Wait till youīve been here as long as Brooks.

Goddamn right.

They send you here for life...

...thatīs exactly what they take.

Part that counts, anyway.

l canīt take care of you no more, Jake.

You go on now.

Youīre free.

Youīre free.

Good luck, Brooksie.

Dear fellas:

I canīt believe how fast things move on the outside.

Watch it, old-timer! Want to get killed?

I saw an automobile once when I was a kid...

...but now theyīre 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.

Itīs hard work and I try to keep up...

...but my hands hurt most of the time.

Make sure your man double-bags.

Last time, the bottom near came out.

Make sure you double-bag like the lady says. Understand?

Yes, sir. Surely will.

I donīt think the store manager likes me very much.

Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds.

I keep thinking...

...Jake mightjust show up and say hello.

But he never does.

I hope, wherever he is, heīs doing okay and making new friends.

I have trouble sleeping at night.

I have bad dreams like Iīm falling.

I wake up scared.

Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.

Maybe I should get a gun and rob the Food-Way so theyīd send me home.

I could shoot the manager while I was at it. Sort of like a bonus.

I guess Iīm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore.

I donīt like it here.

Iīm tired of being afraid all the time. Iīve decided...

...not to stay.

I doubt theyīll kick up any fuss...

...not for an old crook like me.

''l doubt theyīll kick up any fuss, not for an old crook like me.

P.S. Tell Heywood līm sorry l put a knife to his throat.

No hard feelings. Brooks.''

He should have died in here.

What the fuck have you done?

ltīs a goddamn mess, līll tell you that.

-Whatīs all this? -You tell me. Theyīre addressed to you.

Take it.

''Dear Mr. Dufresne:

ln response to your inquiries...

...the state has allocated the enclosed funds for your library project.''

This is $200.

''ln addition, the library district has generously responded...

...with a donation of used books and sundries.

We trust this will fill your needs. We now consider the matter closed.

Please stop sending us letters.''

Clear all this out before the warden gets back.

Yes, sir.

Good for you, Andy.

Wow!

lt only took six years.

From now on, līll write two letters a week instead of one.

l believe youīre crazy enough. Get this stuff out...

...like he said.

līve got to pinch a loaf.

When l come back...

...this is all gone, all right?

Do you hear that?

Dufresne!

Andy, let me out!

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about.

Truth is, I donīt want to know.

Some things are best left unsaid.

I like to think it was something so beautiful...

...it canīt 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!

l am warning you. Turn that off!

Youīre mine now.

Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.

On your feet.

-Hey, look whoīs here. -Maestro!

You couldnīt play something good, huh? Like Hank Williams?

They broke the door down before l could take requests.

-Was it worth two weeks? -Easiest time l ever did.

-No such thing as easy time in the hole. -A week in the hole is like a year.

-Damn straight. -l had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.

So they let you tote that record player down there, huh?

lt was in here.

ln here.

Thatīs the beauty of music. They...

...canīt get that from you.

Havenīt you ever felt that way about music?

Well, l played a mean harmonica as a younger man.

Lost interest in it, though.

Didnīt make much sense in here.

Hereīs where it makes the most sense.

You need it so you donīt forget.

Forget?

Forget that there are...

...places...

...in the world that arenīt made out of stone.

Thereīs something...

...inside...

...that they canīt get to...

...that they canīt touch.

Thatīs yours.

What are you talking about?

Hope.

Hope.

Let me tell you something, my friend.

Hope is a dangerous thing.

Hope can drive a man insane.

ltīs got no use on the inside.

Youīd better get used to that idea.

Like Brooks did?

Sit down.

Says here that youīve served 30 years of a life sentence.

You feel youīve been rehabilitated?

Oh, yes, sir.

Without a doubt.

l can honestly say līm a changed man.

No danger to society here.

Godīs honest truth.

Absolutely rehabilitated.

Thirty years.

Jesus, when you say it like that....

You wonder where it went.

l wonder where 1 0 years went.

Here.

A little parole rejection present.

Go ahead and open it.

Went through one of your competitors.

l hope you donīt mind. l wanted it to be a surprise.

ltīs very pretty.

Thank you.

You going to play it?

No.

Not right now.

Roll in!

Lights out!

Andy was as good as his word.

He wrote two letters a week instead of one.

In 1959, the state senate finally clued in to the fact...

...they couldnīt buy him off withjust a $200 check.

Appropriations Committee voted an annual payment of $500...

...just to shut him up.

And youīd 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.

Whatīs next?

l got here Auto Repair...

...and Soap Carving.

Trade skills and hobbies. Under ''Educational,'' behind you.

Count of Monte Crisco.

Thatīs ''Cristo,'' you dumb shit.

By Alexandree...

...Dum-ass.

Dumb ass.

Dumb ass?

Dumas. lKnow what thatīs about?

Youīd like it. ltīs about a prison break.

We ought to file that under ''Educational'' too, oughtnīt 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.

ltīs no free ride...

..but rather a genuine progressive advance...

...in corrections and rehabilitation.

Our inmates, properly supervised...

...will be put to work outside these walls...

...performing all manner of public service.

These men can learn the value...

...of an honest dayīs labor and provide a service to the community...

...at a bare minimum of expense to Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Taxpayer.

Of course he didnīt tell the press...

...that ''bare minimum of expense'' is a fairly loose term.

There are 100 different ways to skim off the top.

Men, materials, you name it.

And oh, my Lord, how the money rolled in!

At this rate, youīll put me out of business.

With this pool of slave labor, you can underbid any contractor in town.

Weīre providing a valuable community service.

Thatīs fine for the papers, but līve got a family to feed.

We go back a long way.

l need this highway contract. l donīt get it and l go under. Thatīs a fact.

You have some of this fine pie...

...my missus made for you. You think about that.

l wouldnīt worry too much about this contract.

l already got my boys committed elsewhere.

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 National and New England First. Night drops as always, sir.

Get my stuff to the laundry. Two suits for dry-clean and a bag of whatnot.

lf they over-starch my shirts again, theyīll hear from me.

How do l look?

-Very nice. -Big charity to-do up Portland way.

Governor will be there.

You want the rest of this?

Woman canīt bake worth shit.

Thank you, sir.

Heīs got his fingers in a lot of pies, from what l hear.

Heīs got scams you havenīt even dreamed of. lKickbacks on his kickbacks.

A river of dirty money running through here.

Sooner or later, heīll have to explain where it came from.

Thatīs where l come in.

l channel it. Filter it. Funnel it.

Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals.

l send it out into the real world, and when it comes back....

-Clean as a virginīs honeypot, huh? -Cleaner.

By the time Norton retires, līll have made him a millionaire.

lf they ever catch on, heīll wind up in here wearing a number himself.

l thought you had more faith in me than that.

l know youīre good, but all that paper leaves a trail.

Now anybody gets curious, FBl, lRS...

...whatever.

ltīll lead to somebody.

Sure it is, but not to me, and certainly not to the warden.

All right, who?

Randall Stevens.

Who?

The ''silent'' silent partner.

Heīs the guilty one, the man with the bank accounts.

ltīs where the filtering process starts.

They trace anything, itīll just lead to him.

But who is he?

Heīs a phantom, an apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.

l conjured him...

...out of thin air.

He doesnīt exist, except on paper.

You canīt just make a person up.

Sure you can, if you know how the system works.

ltīs amazing what you can accomplish by mail.

Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate...

...driverīs license, Social Security.

Youīre shitting me.

lf they trace any accounts, theyīll wind up chasing...

...a figment of my imagination.

Well, līll be damned!

Did l say you were good?

Shit, you are Rembrandt.

The funny thing is...

...on the outside, l was an honest man, straight as an arrow.

l had to come to prison to be a crook.

Ever bother you?

l donīt run the scams. l just process the profits.

A fine line, maybe...

...but l also built that library...

...and used it to help guys get their high school diploma.

Why do you think he lets me do all that?

lKeep you happy and doing the laundry.

Money instead of sheets.

Well, l work cheap. Thatīs the tradeoff.

Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965...

...on a two-year stretch for B and E.

Thatīs breaking and entering to you.

Cops caught him sneaking TV sets out the back door of a JC Penney.

Young punk.

Mr. Rock īnī Roll...

...cocky as hell.

Come on, old boys. Moving like molasses!

Making me look bad.

We liked him immediately.

līm backing out the door and l got the TV like this.

A big old thing. l couldnīt see shit. Then l hear this voice.

''Freeze, kid, hands in the air.''

l was standing there, holding onto that TV. Finally the voice says:

''You hear what l said, boy?'' l say, ''Yes, sir. l did.

But if l 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, let me tell you.

Weekend furloughs. Work programs.

Not like here.

Sounds like you done time all over.

līve been in and out since l was 1 3.

Name it, chances are līve been there.

Perhaps you should try a new profession.

What l mean is...

...youīre not a very good thief. You should try something else.

Yeah, what the hell you know about it, Capone?

What are you in for?

Me?

A lawyer fucked me.

Everybodyīs innocent in here. Donīt 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 boyīs ass.

Thought l might try for my high school equivalency.

Hear you helped a couple of fellas with that.

l donīt waste time with losers, Tommy.

l ainīt no goddamn loser.

-You mean that? -Yeah.

You really mean that?

Yes, sir, l do.

Good. Because if we do this...

...we do it all the way, a hundred percent, nothing half-assed.

Thing is, see...

...l donīt read so good.

''Well.''

You donīt read...

...so well.

Weīll get to that.

So Andy took Tommy under his wing.

Started walking him through his ABCīs.

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 wasnīt 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 1966, right about the time Tommy was getting ready to take his exams...

...it was lovely Raquel.

Time.

Well?

Well, itīs for shit.

l wasted a whole year of my time with this bullshit.

ltīs probably not that bad.

l didnīt get a thing right. lt might as well have been in Chinese.

Letīs see how the score comes out.

līll tell you how the goddamn score comes out.

Two points, right there!

Thereīs your goddamn score!

Goddamn cats crawling up trees, 5 times 5 is 25....

Fuck this place!

Fuck it!

l feel bad.

l let him down.

Thatīs crap, kid.

Heīs proud of you.

Weīre old friends, l know him as good as anybody.

Smart fellow, ainīt he?

Smart as they come. He was a banker on the outside.

Whatīs he in here for anyway?

Murder.

The hell, you say.

You wouldnīt think it to look at the guy.

Caught his wife in bed with some golf pro. Greased them both.

What?

About four years ago...

...l was in Thomaston on a two-to-three stretch.

l stole a car.

lt was a dumb-fuck thing to do.

About six months left to go...

...l get a new cellmate in.

Elmo Blatch.

Big, twitchy fucker.

lKind of roomie you pray you donīt get. You know what līm saying?

Six-to-twelve, armed burglary.

Said he pulled hundreds of jobs.

Hard to believe, high-strung as he was. You cut a loud fart, he jumped three feet.

Talked all the time too. Thatīs the other thing. He never shut up.

Places heīd been in...

...jobs heīd pulled, women he fucked.

Even people he killed.

People who ''gave him shit.''

Thatīs how he put it.

So one night, like a joke...

...l say to him, ''Elmo, who did you kill?''

So he says:

l got me this job one time, busing tables at a country club...

...so l could case all these big rich pricks that come in.

So l pick out this guy...

...go in one night...

...and do his place.

He wakes up...

...and gives me shit.

So l killed him.

Him and this tasty bitch he was with.

And thatīs the best part.

Sheīs fucking this prick, see...

...this golf pro, but sheīs married to some other guy.

Some hotshot banker.

And heīs the one they pinned it on.

l have to say thatīs the most amazing story l ever heard.

What amazes me most is youīd be taken in by it.

Sir?

ltīs obvious this fellow Williams is impressed with you.

He hears your tale of woe and naturally wants to cheer you up.

Heīs young, not terribly bright.

ltīs not surprising he wouldnīt know what a state he put you in.

Sir, heīs telling the truth.

Letīs say for the moment this Blatch does exist.

You think heīd just fall to his knees and cry, ''Yes, l did it. l confess.

By the way, add a life term to my sentence.''

With Tommyīs testimony, l can get a new trial.

Thatīs assuming Blatch is still there.

Chances are, heīd be released by now.

Theyīd have his last known address.

ltīs a chance, isnīt it?

How can you be so obtuse?

What?

What did you call me?

Obtuse. ls it deliberate?

Youīre forgetting yourself.

The country club will have his old timecards.

Records, W-2s with his name on them.

lf you want to indulge this fantasy, itīs your business.

Donīt make it mine. This meeting is over.

lf l got out, līd never mention what happens here.

līd be as indictable as you for laundering that money.

Donīt ever mention money to me, you son of a bitch!

Not in this office...

...not anywhere. Get in here, now!

l just wanted to put you at ease, thatīs all.

Solitary. A month.

Whatīs wrong with you?

Get him out of here.

This is my chance to get out!

ltīs my life! Understand?!

Get him out!

A month in the hole.

Thatīs the longest stretch l ever heard of.

ltīs all my fault.

Bullshit.

You didnīt pull the trigger or convict him.

Are you saying Andy is innocent?

l mean, for real innocent?

lt looks that way.

Sweet Jesus.

How long has he been here now?

1 947. What is that? Nineteen years.

-Williams, Thomas. -Yeah, over here.

What you got?

Board of Education.

That son of a bitch mailed 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.

Floyd, come on.

Will you throw that away, please?

Well, shit.

The kid passed. C + average.

Thought youīd like to know.

Warden wants to talk.

Out here?

Thatīs what the man said.

Warden?

līm asking you to keep this conversation just between us.

l feel awkward enough as it is.

We got a situation here.

l think you can appreciate that.

Yes, sir.

l sure can.

l tell you, son, this thing really came along and knocked my wind out.

ltīs got me up nights. Thatīs the truth.

The right thing to do...

...sometimes itīs hard to know what that is.

Do you understand?

l need your help, son.

lf līm going to move on this...

...there canīt be the least little shred of doubt.

l have to know...

...if what you told Dufresne was the truth.

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

Would you be willing to swear before a judge and jury...

...with your hand on the Good Book...

...and take an oath before Almighty God himself?

Just give me that chance.

Thatīs what l thought.

līm sure by now youīve heard.

Terrible thing.

A man that young...

...less than a year to go, trying to escape.

Broke Captain Hadleyīs heart to shoot him.

Truly, it did.

We just have to put it behind us.

Move on.

līm done.

Everything stops.

Get someone else to run your scams.

Nothing stops.

Nothing.

Or you will do the hardest time there is.

No more protection from the guards.

līll pull you out of that 1 -bunk Hilton and cast you down with the sodomites.

Youīll think youīve been fucked by a train.

And the library?

Gone.

Sealed off, brick by brick.

Weīll have us a little book barbecue in the yard.

Theyīll see the flames for miles.

Weīll dance around it like wild lnjuns.

You understand me? Catching my drift?

Or am l being obtuse?

Give him another month to think about it.

My wife used to say līm a hard man to know.

Like a closed book.

Complained about it all the time.

She was beautiful.

God, l loved her.

l didnīt know how to show it, thatīs all.

l killed her, Red.

l didnīt pull the trigger...

...but l drove her away.

Thatīs why she died, because of me...

...the way l am.

That donīt make you a murderer.

Bad husband, maybe.

Feel bad about it if you want, but you didnīt pull the trigger.

No, l didnīt.

Somebody else did.

And l wound up in here.

Bad luck, l guess.

lt floats around.

ltīs got to land on somebody.

lt was my turn, thatīs all.

l was in the path of the tornado.

l just didnīt expect the storm would last as long as it has.

Think youīll ever get out of here?

Me?

Yeah.

One day, when l got a long, white beard...

...and two or three marbles rolling around upstairs.

l tell you where līd go.

Zihuatanejo.

Say what?

Zihuatanejo.

ltīs in Mexico.

A little place on the Pacific Ocean.

You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?

They say it has no memory.

Thatīs where l want to live the rest of my life.

A warm place with no memory.

Open up a little hotel...

...right on the beach.

Buy some worthless old boat...

...and fix it up new.

Take my guests out...

...charter fishing.

Zihuatanejo.

ln a place like that, l could use a man that knows how to get things.

l donīt think l could make it on the outside.

l been in here most of my life.

līm an institutional man now.

Just like Brooks was.

You underestimate yourself.

l donīt think so.

ln here līm the guy who can get things for you, sure, but...

...outside all you need is the Yellow Pages.

Hell, l wouldnīt know where to begin.

Pacific Ocean?

Shit.

Scare me to death, something that big.

Not me.

l didnīt shoot my wife, and l didnīt shoot her lover.

Whatever mistakes l made, līve paid for them and then some.

That hotel, that boat....

l donīt think thatīs too much to ask.

You shouldnīt be doing this to yourself.

This is just shitty pipe dreams.

Mexico is way down there and youīre in here...

...and thatīs the way it is.

Yeah, right. Thatīs the way it is.

ltīs down there and līm in here.

l guess it comes down to a simple choice.

Get busy living...

...or get busy dying.

lf you ever get out of here, do me a favor.

Sure, Andy. Anything.

Thereīs a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is?

-A lot of hayfields up there. -One in particular.

ltīs got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north end.

ltīs like something out of a Robert Frost poem.

ltīs where l asked my wife to marry me.

We went there for a picnic...

...and made love under that oak...

...and l asked and she said yes.

Promise me, Red.

lf you ever get out...

...find that spot.

At the base of that wall, thereīs a rock that has no earthly business in Maine.

Piece of black, volcanic glass.

Somethingīs buried under it l want you to have.

What, Andy?

Whatīs buried under there?

Youīll have to pry it up...

...to see.

No, līm telling you. The guy is....

Heīs talking funny.

līm really worried about him.

Letīs keep an eye on him.

Thatīs fine during the day, but at night heīs all alone.

Oh, Lord.

What?

Andy come down to the loading dock today.

He asked me for a length of rope.

Rope?

Six feet long.

And you gave it to him.

Sure. Why wouldnīt l?

Jesus! Heywood.

How was l supposed to know?

Remember Brooks Hatlen?

Andy would never do that.

Never.

l donīt know.

Every man has his breaking point.

Lickety-split. Want to get home.

Just about finished, sir.

Three deposits tonight.

Get my stuff down to the laundry.

And shine my shoes.

-l want them looking like mirrors. -Yes, sir.

ltīs good having you back.

Place wasnīt the same without you.

Lights out!

Iīve had some long nights in 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, clear!

Man missing on tier 2, cell 245!

Dufresne!

Come out. Youīre holding up the show!

Donīt make me come down or līll thump your skull for you!

Damn it, youīre putting me behind! l got a schedule to keep.

Youīd better be sick or dead in there. l shit you not!

You hear me?

Oh, my Holy God.

l want every man on this cellblock questioned.

-Start with that friend of his. -Who?

Open 237.

What do you mean, ''He just wasnīt here''? Donīt say that to me.

Donīt tell me that again.

But sir, he wasnīt.

l can see that, Haig! Think līm blind?

ls that what youīre saying?

-Am l blind, Haig? -No, sir!

What about you. You blind?

-Tell me what this is. -Last nightīs count.

You see Dufresneīs name there? l sure do. Right there.

''Dufresne.''

He was in his cell...

...at lights out.

Reasonable heīd be here in the morning.

l want him found.

Not tomorrow, not after breakfast. Now!

Yes, sir.

Letīs go. Move your butts.

Stand.

Well?

Well, what?

l see you two all the time. Youīre thick as thieves, you are.

He must have said something.

No, sir, Warden.

Not a word.

Lord, itīs a miracle!

Man vanished like a fart in the wind.

Nothing left...

...but some damn rocks on a windowsill.

And that cupcake on the wall. Letīs ask her.

Maybe she knows.

What say there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking?

Guess not.

Why should she be any different?

This is a conspiracy.

Thatīs what this is.

One big, damn conspiracy!

And everyoneīs in on it!

lncluding her!

In 1966...

...Andy Dufresne escaped...

...from Shawshank Prison.

All they found was a muddy set ofprison clothes...

...a bar of soap...

...and an old rock hammer...

...damn near worn down to the nub.

I had thought itīd 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 ofpressure and time.

Thatīs 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 Andyīs favorite hobby was toting his wall out into the exercise yard...

...a handful at a time.

I guess after Tommy was killed...

...Andy decided heīd been here long enough.

Lickety-split. l want to get home.

līm just about finished, sir.

Three deposits tonight.

Andy did like he was told.

Buffed those shoes to a high mirror-shine.

The guards simply didnīt notice.

Neither did I.

I mean, seriously...

...how often do you really look at a manīs shoes?

Andy crawled to freedom through 500 yards...

...of shit-smelling foulness I canīt even imagine.

Or maybe Ijust donīt want to.

Five hundred yards.

Thatīs 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 didnīt exist.

-Except on paper. -May l help you?

He had all the proper ID...

...driverīs license, birth certificate, Social Security card....

And the signature was a spot-on match.

l must say līm sorry to be losing your business.

l hope youīll enjoy living abroad.

Thank you.

līm sure l will.

Hereīs your cashierīs check, sir. Will there be anything else?

Please.

Would you add this to your outgoing mail?

līd 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 $370,000 of Warden Nortonīs money.

Severance pay for 19 years.

Good morning, Portland Daily Bugle.

Byron Hadley? You have the right to remain silent.

lf you give up this right, anything you say can be held against you in court.

I wasnīt 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.

Samuel Norton.

We have a warrant for your arrest. Open up.

Open the door.

līm not sure which key.

Make it easy on yourself, 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.

Thatīs 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.

Hadleyīs got him by the throat, right?

He says, ''l believe this boyīs about to have himself an accident.''

Those of us who knew him best talk about him often.

I swear, the stuff he pulled....

''My friends could use a couple of beers.''

And he got it!

Sometimes it makes me sad, though...

...Andy being gone.

I have to remind myself that some birds arenīt meant to be caged.

Their feathers arejust 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 theyīre gone.

I guess Ijust miss my friend.

Please sit down.

Ellis Boyd Redding...

...your files say youīve served 40 years of a life sentence.

You feel youīve been rehabilitated?

Rehabilitated?

Well, now, let me see.

l donīt have any idea what that means.

lt means youīre ready to rejoin society--

l know what you think it means, sonny.

To me itīs just a made-up word.

A politicianīs word so that...

...young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie...

...and have a job.

What do you really want to know?

Am l sorry for what l did?

Well, are you?

Thereīs not a day goes by l donīt feel regret.

Not because līm in here or because you think l should.

l look back on the way l was then...

...a young...

...stupid kid who committed that terrible crime.

l want to talk to him.

l want to try and talk some sense to him.

Tell him the way things are.

But l canīt.

That kidīs long gone...

...and this old man is all thatīs left.

l got to live with that.

Rehabilitated?

ltīs just a bullshit word.

So you go on and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time.

Because to tell you the truth...

...l donīt give a shit.

Here you go, miss.

Restroom break?

You donīt need to ask me every time you need to go take a piss. Just go.

Forty years Iīve been asking permission to piss.

I canīt squeeze a drop without say-so.

Thereīs a harsh truth to face.

No way Iīm going to make it on the outside.

All I do anymore is think of ways to break my parole...

...so maybe theyīd 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 wonīt have to be afraid all the time.

Only one thing stops me.

A promise I made to Andy.

There it is.

Much obliged, sir.

Dear Red:

If youīre reading this, youīve gotten out...

...and if youīve come this far, maybe youīd come a bit further.

You remember the name of the town, donīt you?

Zihuatanejo.

I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.

Iīll 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. ''

Thatīs goddamn right.

For the second time in my life...

...Iīm guilty of committing a crime.

Parole violation.

Of course I doubt theyīll toss up any roadblocks for that.

Not for an old crook like me.

Fort Hancock, Texas, please.

I find Iīm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head.

I think itīs the excitement only a free man can feel.

A free man at the start of a longjourney...

...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.