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Andy Dufresne: [to Cherry] I guess information technology comes downward to a simple pick, really. Become busy living, or get busy dying.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to Andy using an alias to launder money for the warden] If they ever endeavor to trace whatsoever of those accounts, they're gonna finish up chasing a figment of my imagination.
Ruddy: Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were good? Shit, you're a Rembrandt!
Andy Dufresne: Aye. The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest man, direct as an arrow. I had to come to prison house to be a crook.
Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Ruby] Retrieve Red, hope is a good thing, peradventure the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Blood-red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Reddish: [narrating] Sometimes it makes me sad, though... Andy beingness gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too vivid. And when they wing away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But yet, the place you alive in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I estimate I just miss my friend.
1967 Parole Hearings Homo: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served xl years of a life sentence. Exercise you feel you've been rehabilitated?
Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now let me see. You know, I don't have any thought what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Homo: Well, it ways that you lot're ready to rejoin order...
Red: I know what you lot call back information technology means, sonny. To me, information technology'southward but a made up word. A politician'south word, so young fellas similar yourself can clothing a adapt and a tie, and have a job. What exercise you actually want to know? Am I lamentable for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Human being: Well, are you?
Red: There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, because you call up I should. I look dorsum on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to attempt to talk some sense to him, tell him the manner things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this former human is all that'due south left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? Information technology's just a bullshit word. So you get on and postage your form, sonny, and stop wasting my fourth dimension. Because to tell you the truth, I don't requite a shit.
Red: [narrating] I take no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing nearly. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing most something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you lot, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was like some cute bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls deliquesce abroad, and for the briefest of moments, every last human in Shawshank felt free.
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Ruddy: [narrating] I find I'm so excited, I tin can barely sit still or agree a thought in my head. I think it'due south the excitement only a free man can feel, a free human being at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I tin get in across the border. I hope to run into my friend and milk shake his paw. I promise the Pacific is every bit blueish equally it has been in my dreams. I hope.
Red: [to Andy] Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous affair. Promise can drive a homo insane.
Andy Dufresne: That's the dazzler of music. They can't get that from y'all... Haven't yous ever felt that way about music?
Reddish: I played a hateful harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Here'southward where it makes the most sense. You demand it so you don't forget.
Carmine: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That in that location's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't impact. That's yours.
Cherry: What're you talking near?
Andy Dufresne: Promise.
Ruby: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drib without say-then.
Blood-red: [after beingness denied parole equally he expected] Same onetime shit, different day
Red: These walls are funny. First you detest 'em, then you lot get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you go and so you lot depend on them. That'southward institutionalized.
Heywood: Shit. I could never go similar that.
Ernie: Oh yeah? Say that when yous been here as long every bit Brooks has.
Cherry: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that'southward exactly what they take. The office that counts, anyway.
Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...
Floyd: That's "Cristo" you impaired shit.
Heywood: ...by Alexandree Dumb-ass. Dumb-donkey.
Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass? "Dumas". You know what information technology's nigh? You'll like it, it's nigh a prison break.
Red: We oughta file that nether "Educational" too, oughten we?
Andy Dufresne: What most y'all? What are yous in here for?
Reddish: Murder, same as you.
Andy Dufresne: Innocent?
Red: [shakes his head] Only guilty homo in Shawshank.
Crimson: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd similar to retrieve that 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.
Brooks: [in letter] Beloved fellas, I tin't believe how fast things motility on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a large damn bustle. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a chore bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's difficult work and I effort to continue up, simply my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I go on thinking Jake might merely show upward and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. I take trouble sleepin' at night. I take bad dreams like I'yard falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes information technology takes me a while to retrieve where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at information technology, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm likewise old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't similar it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided non to stay. I dubiety they'll kick upwardly whatsoever fuss. Non for an old crook like me. P.South: Tell Heywood I'thousand sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings. Brooks.
Andy Dufresne: She was beautiful. God I loved her. I just didn't know how to show it, that's all. I killed her, Red. I didn't pull the trigger, but I drove her away. And that's why she died, because of me.
Carmine: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn well-nigh worn down to the nub. I remember thinking information technology would have a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with information technology. Old Andy did information technology in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine information technology appealed to his meticulous nature. An water ice age here, one thousand thousand years of mountain building there. Geology is the report of pressure and time. That'south all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big goddamn affiche. Similar I said, in prison a human being volition practice most anything to proceed his mind occupied. Turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise yard, a scattering at a time. I guess later on Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a loftier mirror shine. The guards merely didn't detect. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to liberty through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I tin can't even imagine, or perchance I just don't want to. V hundred yards... that'south the length of v football game fields, just shy of half a mile.
Cherry: [referring to the possibility of Andy committing suicide] I don't know; every human being has his breaking point.
Andy Dufresne: [in a letter to Red] Dearest Red. If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come up this far, mayhap yous're willing to come up a fiddling farther. You lot recollect the proper name of the boondocks, don't you?
Blood-red: Zihuatanejo.
Andy Dufresne: I could use a good homo to help me go my projection on wheels. I'll continue an center out for you and the chessboard ready. Recall, Carmine, hope is a expert matter, mayhap the best of things, and no good thing e'er dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.
Red: [narrating] The start night's the toughest, no dubiety about information technology. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and one-half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home... that's when you know it's for existent. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Cipher left merely all the time in the earth to retrieve nearly information technology.
Red: [narrating] We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt similar free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of i of our ain houses. We were the lords of all creation. As for Andy - he spent that suspension hunkered in the shade, a strange footling smile on his face, watching u.s.a. drink his beer.
Andy Dufresne: I have no enemies here.
Red: Yes? Wait a while. Give-and-take gets around. The Sisters have taken quite a likin' to y'all. Especially Bogs.
Andy Dufresne: I don't suppose information technology would aid if I told them that I'm not homosexual.
Cherry: Neither are they. You take to be human first. They don't qualify.
Red: [narrating] Non long after the warden deprived u.s. of his visitor, I got a postcard in the postal service. It was bare, merely the postmark said Fort Hancock, Texas. Fort Hancock... right on the border. That's where Andy crossed. When I picture show him heading south in his own car with the tiptop downwards, information technology 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.
Andy Dufresne: Red. If you ever go out of here, do me a favor.
Red: Certain, Andy. Anything.
Andy Dufresne: There's a large hayfield up most Buxton. You know where Buxton is?
Red: Well, there's... there's a lot of hayfields up there.
Andy Dufresne: One in item. Information technology's got a long rock wall with a large oak tree at the due north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. Information technology'due south where I asked my wife to ally me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Cherry-red. If yous ever go out... detect that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll observe a stone that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic glass. At that place's something buried under information technology I want yous to take.
Crimson: What, Andy? What'due south cached under there?
Andy Dufresne: [turns to walk away] You'll accept to pry it up... to see.
District Attorney: And that besides is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Andy Dufresne: Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.
Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say nigh the Pacific?
Red: No.
Andy Dufresne: They say it has no retentivity. That's where I want to live the residuum of my life. A warm place with no retentiveness.
Scarlet: [narrating] There'due south a harsh truth to face. No way I'm gonna get in on the exterior. All I do anymore is think of means to intermission my parole, so maybe they'd send me dorsum. Terrible thing, to live in fearfulness. Brooks Hatlen knew information technology. Knew information technology all too well. All I want is to be dorsum where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only i thing stops me. A hope I made to Andy.
Warden Samuel Norton: [to the new inmates] I believe in 2 things: subject area and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your donkey belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Bogs Diamond: Now, I'm gonna open my wing and you're gonna eat what I give ya to consume. And afterward y'all consume mine you're gonna swallow Rooster'southward cause ya done broke his olfactory organ and I call back he oughta have something to testify for it.
Andy Dufresne: Anything you put in my oral fissure you're gonna lose.
Bogs Diamond: Naw, y'all don't understand. You lot practice that and I'll put all eight inches of steel in your ear.
Andy Dufresne: All right. But you lot should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to seize with teeth down hard. In fact, I hear the seize with teeth reflex is so stiff they have to pry the victims jaws open with a crowbar.
Bogs Diamond: Where do you get this shit?
Andy Dufresne: I read information technology. Y'all know how to read, you ignorant fuck?
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy tells him Tommy could prove Andy'due south innocence] I have to say that's the most amazing story I've ever heard. What amazes me almost is that you lot were taken in by it.
Andy Dufresne: [Dislocated by his response] Sir?
Warden Samuel Norton: Well, it's obvious this boyfriend Williams is impressed with you. He hears your tale of woe and quite naturally, wants to cheer you upward. He's immature, non terribly bright. It'due south not surprising he wouldn't know what a land he put you in.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, he's telling the truth.
Warden Samuel Norton: Well, let'south say for the moment this Blatch does exist. Yous call back he'd only fall to his knees and cry "Yes, I did it, I confess! Oh, and by the mode, add a life term to my sentence."
Andy Dufresne: Y'all know that wouldn't matter. With Tommy's testimony I can get a new trial.
Warden Samuel Norton: That'south assuming Blatch is notwithstanding there. Chances are excellent he'd be released by now.
Andy Dufresne: Well they'd accept his last known address, names of relatives. Information technology'south a take chances, isn't there?
Warden Samuel Norton: [Shakes his head]
Andy Dufresne: How can you lot exist so obtuse?
Warden Samuel Norton: What? What did you lot phone call me?
Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is information technology deliberate?
Warden Samuel Norton: Son, you're forgetting yourself.
Andy Dufresne: The country club will accept his old time cards. Records, Due west-2s with his name on them.
Warden Samuel Norton: If you wanna indulge in this fantasy, that's your business. Don't make information technology mine. This meeting is over.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, if I ever leave, I'd never mention what happens here. I'd be just every bit indictable every bit you lot for laundering that coin.
Warden Samuel Norton: [slams his fists on the table] Don't you e'er mention money to me once again, you deplorable son of a bitch. Not in this office, non anywhere.
Warden Samuel Norton: [later on Andy escapes] Well?
Scarlet: Well what?
Warden Samuel Norton: I see you two all the fourth dimension, you're thick as thieves, yous are. He musta said *something*.
Red: Honest, Warden, not a word.
Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, it'southward a phenomenon! Human up and vanished like a fart in the wind! Goose egg left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Let's inquire her, peradventure she knows.
Warden Samuel Norton: [to poster] What say you at that place, fuzzy-britches? Feel similar talking? Aw, guess not. Why should she be any different?
[hefting one of Andy'south rocks]
Warden Samuel Norton: This is a conspiracy, that's what information technology is.
[throwing rocks]
Warden Samuel Norton: One... big... damn conspiracy! And everyone'southward in on it, including *her*!
[Throws a rock at the poster, the rock goes correct through it and they hear it clattering. Norton puts his arm through the torn affiche and rips it away from the wall, revealing Andy's escape tunnel]
Blood-red: Yous're gonna fit correct in. Anybody in here is innocent, you know that? Heywood, what you in here for?
Heywood: Didn't do it. Lawyer fucked me.
Red: [narrating, referring to Andy] I could encounter why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a quiet way about him, a walk and a talk that but wasn't normal around here. He strolled, like a homo in a park without a care or a worry in the world, like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place. Yep, I retrieve it would be fair to say... I liked Andy from the start.
Captain Hadley: Dufresne!
[to Dekins]
Captain Hadley: That's him. That's the one.
Guard Dekins: I'm Dekins. I was thinking about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations.
Andy Dufresne: Oh, I meet. Well, why don't we accept a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you have a piece of newspaper and a pencil? Thanks. Then, Mr. Dekins...
Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And and so Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, practise you lot want your sons to get to Harvard... or Yale?"
Floyd: He didn't say that!
Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins but looked at him a second and and then he laughed himself airheaded and after he really shook Andy'due south paw.
Heywood: My ass.
Brooks: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I mean all Andy needed was a suit and a tie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you please.
Red: Making a few friends, huh Andy?
Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides sound financial planning - it's a wonderful pet to have.
[Warden Norton finds the Bible in his safe later Andy escapes and finds the message Andy left for him]
Andy Dufresne: Honey Warden, You were right. Salvation lay inside.
[Norton flips through a couple of pages to find the outline of the rock hammer that was subconscious in the Book of Exodus inside the Bible, and so drops it on the flooring in shock]
Andy Dufresne: Bad luck, I guess. It floats around. It'south got to land on somebody. It was my plough, that'due south all. I was in the path of the tornado. I merely didn't expect the storm would final equally long as it has.
[after Tommy told the story of how he got arrested]
Andy Dufresne: Perchance it's time you tried a new profession.
Tommy Williams: Huh?
Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, you don't seem to be a very good thief, maybe yous should try something else.
Tommy Williams: Yeah, well, what the hell you know nigh it, Capone? What are you lot in for?
Andy Dufresne: Me? My lawyer fucked me. Everybody's innocent in here. Don't you know that?
Fatty Ass: Y'all don't sympathize! I'yard not supposed to be here!
Inmates: Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!
Red: Become busy living or get busy dying. That'south goddamn correct!
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] I want him institute. Not tomorrow, not after breakfast - now!
Tommy Williams: So I'm backing out the door, right, and I got the TV, like this; it was a big onetime thing, I couldn't run into shit; suddenly I hear this voice, "Police, kid, hands in the air." Y'all know, I was continuing there, holdin' on to that TV, then finally the phonation says, "You lot hear what I said, boy?" And I say, "Yes sir, I certain did, but if I driblet this fucking matter you got me on destruction of belongings as well."
Fat Ass: I don't belong here! I want to go habitation! I want my female parent!
Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that peachy!
Warden Samuel Norton: [to new inmates, subsequently explaining the prison routine] Any questions?
Prisoner: When exercise we eat?
Captain Hadley: [Approaches prisoner] You swallow when we say y'all eat. You lot piss when we say y'all piss, and you shit when we say you shit. Yous got that, yous maggot dick motherfucker?
Scarlet: [narrating] I must admit I didn't think much of Andy offset fourth dimension I laid eyes on him; looked similar a potent breeze would accident him over. That was my showtime impression of the man.
Red: [narrating] 2 things never happened once again after that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again... and Bogs never walked again. They transferred him to a minimum security hospital upstate. To my cognition, he lived out the rest of his days drinking his food through a straw.
Andy Dufresne: Mr. Hadley, do you trust your married woman?
Captain Hadley: Oh that's funny. You're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.
Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, exercise you recall she'd go backside your dorsum and try to hamstring you?
Captain Hadley: That'due south information technology. Footstep aside Mert, this fucker's having himself an accident.
[grabs Dufresne and pushes him about the edge of the roof]
Heywood: He's gonna push him off the roof!
Andy Dufresne: Because if you do trust her, at that place's no reason you can't keep that $35,000!
Captain Hadley: What did y'all say?
Andy Dufresne: $35,000.
Helm Hadley: $35,000?
Andy Dufresne: All of it.
Captain Hadley: All of it?
Andy Dufresne: Every penny.
Captain Hadley: Yous better start making sense.
Andy Dufresne: If y'all desire to keep all of that money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-time-only gift to your spouse for up to $threescore,000.
Captain Hadley: Bullshit! Tax complimentary?
Andy Dufresne: Tax costless. IRS can't touch one cent.
Captain Hadley: You're that smart banker who killed his wife, aren't yous? Why should I believe a smart banker like you? So I can end upwardly in here with y'all?
Andy Dufresne: It'southward perfectly legal, go ask the IRS, they'll say the same thing. I actually feel stupid telling yous this, I'm sure yous would've investigated the thing yourself.
Captain Hadley: Yes, fucking A'! I don't need a smart married woman-killing banker to tell me where the bear shit in the buckwheat!
Andy Dufresne: Of course not. Simply yous practise need someone to gear up the tax-costless gift for you, and that'll cost you. A lawyer for example.
Helm Hadley: Agglomeration of brawl-washing bastards!
Andy Dufresne: Right. I suppose I could set it up for yous. That would save you some money. If you get the forms I'll gear up them for you lot, nearly free of charge. I'd only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers.
Guard Mert: Ha! "Co-workers", get him that's rich ain't information technology?
Andy Dufresne: I think a man working outdoors feels more than like a human being if he tin can accept a bottle of suds. That'southward only my opinion, sir.
Captain Hadley: [looks over at the residual of Andy's co-workers] What are you Jimmies staring at? Back to work!
[Andy has asked Crimson to procure Rita Hayworth]
Andy Dufresne: Tin you lot go her?
Red: Take a few weeks.
Andy Dufresne: Weeks?
Cerise: Well yeah, Andy. I don't take her stuffed down the front of my pants right now, I'm sorry to say, simply I'll get her. Relax!
Red: Ever bother y'all?
Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Cerise, I just process the profits. Fine line, maybe, but I also built that library and used information technology to assistance a dozen guys get their high school diploma. Why do yous retrieve the warden lets me do all that?
Red: To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.
Red: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a two-year stretch for B&East. That'due south breaking & inbound to you. Cops caught him sneaking Goggle box sets out the back door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Rock and Gyre. Cocky every bit hell.
Tommy Williams: Hey, c'mon, old boys! Y'all're movin' like molasses! Makin' me look bad!
Reddish: [narrating] We liked him immediately.
[subsequently Brooks held a knife to Heywood's throat]
Andy Dufresne: I simply don't empathize what happened in at that place.
Heywood: Onetime man'southward crazy equally a rat in a tin can shithouse, is what.
Red: Oh Heywood, that'southward enough out of you lot!
Ernie: I heard he had you shittin' in your pants!
Heywood: Fuck you!
Cherry: Would you knock it off? Brooks ain't no bug. He'due south just... just institutionalized.
Heywood: Institutionalized, my ass.
Red: The man's been in here fifty years, Heywood. Fifty years! This is all he knows. In here, he's an important man. He'south an educated man. Outside, he'due south nothin'! Just a used up con with arthritis in both hands.
Andy Dufresne: I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.
Ruby-red: I'one thousand known to locate certain things from time to time.
Ruddy: [Narrating] There must be a con similar me in every prison house in America. I'm the guy who tin can get if for yous; cigarettes, a pocketbook of reefer, if that'southward your affair, a bottle of brandy to gloat your kid's high schoolhouse graduation, damn virtually anything within reason. Yeah sir, I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.
Captain Hadley: What is your malfunction, you lot fat barrel of monkey spunk?
[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood'due south neck]
Heywood: Hey, what about me? Crazy old fool goddamn near cutting my pharynx!
Ruddy: Aw Heywood, you lot've had worse from shaving!
Warden Samuel Norton: [Referring to the Bible] Pleased to see you reading this, any favorite passages?
Andy Dufresne: "Picket ye therefore: for ye know non when the primary of the firm cometh."
Warden Samuel Norton: Mark 13:35, I've always liked that ane, simply I prefer "I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall non walk in darkness, but shall have the low-cal of life."
Andy Dufresne: John eight:12
Heywood: [Andy has returned after solitary for the record playing stunt] Couldn't play somethin' skilful, huh? Hank Williams?
Andy Dufresne: [smile] They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?
Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's name in vain! I'chiliad tellin' the warden!
Helm Hadley: You lot'll be tellin' the warden about my baton upward your donkey!
Carmine: [narrating] You could argue he'd washed it to curry favor with the guards. Or, maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I remember he did it but to feel normal again, if only for a short while.
Blood-red: [narrating] His beginning night in the joint, Andy Dufresne price me ii packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.
[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]
Red: This is the office I really similar, when she does that shit with her pilus.
[Warden Norton visits Andy in solitary]
Warden Samuel Norton: I'k sure by now you've heard. Terrible thing. Human that young, less than a year to go, trying to escape... Broke Helm Hadley's center to shoot him, truly it did. We but have to put information technology behind us... move on.
Andy Dufresne: I'm done. Everything stops. Become someone else to run your scams.
Warden Samuel Norton: [icy] Nothing stops. Nothing... or you will do the hardest fourth dimension there is. No more protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that one-bunk Hilton and cast you down with the Sodomites. You lot'll think you've been fucked past a train! And the library? Gone... sealed off, brick-by-brick. Nosotros'll have us a little book charcoal-broil in the m. They'll see the flames for miles. We'll dance around it like wild Injuns! You empathize me? Catching my migrate?... Or am I being birdbrained?
[beat]
Warden Samuel Norton: [to Hadley] Give him another month to think near information technology.
Captain Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till it'south purple.
Heywood: Red? You saying Andy's innocent? I hateful *for real* innocent?
Red: Yeah, it looks that way.
Heywood: Sweetness Jesus. How long's he been in here?
Red: Since '47, what is that... 19 years.
Andy Dufresne: Not me. I didn't shoot my wife, and I didn't shoot her lover. Whatsoever mistakes I fabricated, I've paid for them and then some. That hotel, that boat... I don't recollect that's too much to inquire.
Red: You lot shouldn't exist doing this to yourself. This is just shitty pipage dreams. Mexico is manner down there and you're in here... and that'due south the way it is
Cerise: [referring to Andy] The man likes to play chess; let's get him some rocks.
Brooks: [to Andy] Son, six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've learned i immutable, universal truth: Not ane of them born whose asshole wouldn't pucker upwards tighter than a snare drum when you enquire them for funds.
Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every concluding motherfucker in hither.
[Andy after Warden Norton refuses to entreatment his case]
Andy Dufresne: It's my life. Don't you understand? It'S MY LIFE!
[Scarlet places his bet on Andy]
Ruby-red: That tall drinkable of water with the silver spoon up his ass.
Crimson: [narrating] The following Apr Andy did tax returns for half the guards at Shawshank. Year later that he did them all including the warden'south. Year subsequently that they rescheduled the start of the intra-mural season to coincide with tax season. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W2s.
Andy Dufresne: So Moresby prison issued yous your gun, but you actually had to pay for it.
Moresby Batter: Damn right. The holster too.
Andy Dufresne: You see, that's tax deductible, you can write that off.
Red: Well, if it was a toothbrush I wouldn't enquire questions, I'd just quote a price, but then a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't information technology?
Red: [to Andy, wondering when he'll be granted parole] One day, when I have a long gray beard and ii or three marbles rollin' around upstairs, they'll let me out.
Heywood: Hey, Fat Ass. Fat Ass! Talk to me boy! I know you lot're there I tin hear you breathin'. Don't you listen to these nitwits you hear me? This place ain't and then bad. Tell you what, I'll introduce you around, brand you feel right at dwelling. I know a couple of big old bull queers that'd merely dearest to brand you're associate. Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.
Fat Donkey: God! I don't belong hither! I desire to become home!
Inmates: We take a winner!
Heywood: And it'southward Fat Donkey past a nose!
Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing new prisoners] I believe in 2 things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord. Your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Red: [narrating] I wish I could tell you that Andy fought the practiced fight, and the Sisters let him be. I wish I could tell yous that - only prison is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Things went on like that for awhile - prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. Every so often, Andy would evidence upward with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes not. And that'south 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 style, this place would have got the best of him.
Red: [narrating] And that's how it came to pass that on the second-to-concluding twenty-four hours of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate manufacturing plant roof in the spring of forty-ix wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning drinking icy common cold, Bohemia-manner beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a plow at Shawshank Country Prison.
Captain Hadley: Drink up while it'southward cold, ladies.
Crimson: [narrating] The colossal prick fifty-fifty managed to sound magnanimous.
Head Balderdash Haig: Dufresne? Get your ass out here boy, you lot're holding upwardly the show!
[no reply]
Caput Bull Haig: Don't make me come up downward there or I'll thump your skull for you!
[Yet no reply. Glaring, Haig stalks downwards the tier, clipboard in hand. His men fall in behind]
Head Bull Haig: Damn it, Dufresne, you lot're putting me behind! I got a schedule to keep! You better exist ill or dead in in that location, I shit you non! You hear me?
[They arrive at bars. Their faces become slack. Stunned. Softly]
Head Bull Haig: Oh my Holy God.
[the guards notice the cell empty]
Andy Dufresne: I wonder if you might get me a stone hammer
Red: What is it? And why?
Andy Dufresne: A rock hammer is about six or 7 inches long looks like a miniature Pickaxe
Red: Pickaxe?
Andy Dufresne: For rocks.
Red: For rocks?
Andy Dufresne: I'g from a rock hound at to the lowest degree I was in my old life I'd like to be again on a limited basis
Red: Or mayhap you lot'd like to sink your into somebody's skull
Andy Dufresne: No I take no enemies here
Scarlet: No? Look a while word gets around total queers take past force that's all they desire or understand if I were y'all I'd grow eyes in the back of my head
Andy Dufresne: Thanks for the communication
Reddish: That'due south gratis, y'all understand my concern?
Andy Dufresne: If at that place's whatever trouble I won't use the stone hammer
Cherry-red: I gauge you lot'd want to escape? Tunnel under the wall
[Andy starts laughing]
Red: did I miss something? What's so funny?
Andy Dufresne: Yous'll understand when you see the rock hammer
Cerise: What's an particular like this ordinarily get for?
Andy Dufresne: Seven dollars in any stone and jewel shop
Red: My normal marker is twenty percent merely this is a specialty item risk goes upwards price goes upwards permit'southward brand it an even 10 bucks
Andy Dufresne: 10 it is
Red: Waste of coin if yous enquire me
Andy Dufresne: Why'south that?
Red: Folks around this articulation dearest surprise inspections if they notice you're going to lose it, if they do take hold of yous with it you don't know me, you mention my proper name nosotros never do business organization once again non for a shoe lace or a stick of gum you got that?
Andy Dufresne: I sympathise cheers Mr.?
Red: "Cherry", my proper noun'southward Ruddy
Red: [narrating] Just and so, in the spring of 1949, the powers that exist decided that...
Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing the inmates in the courtyard] The roof of the license-plate manufactory needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a week's work. As you know, special detail carries with it special privileges.
Red: [narrating] It was outdoor detail - and May is one damn fine calendar month to exist working outdoors.
[Playing checkers]
Red: King me.
Andy Dufresne: Chess. Now there's a game of kings.
Carmine: What?
Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic...
Reddish: ...and a total fuckin' mystery. I hate it.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to Fat Ass] What was his name?
Heywood: What did you say?
Andy Dufresne: I was just wondering if anybody knew his proper noun.
Heywood: Fuck do yous care, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' thing what his name was. He's dead.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to the country government denying his repeated requests to provide funding to build a library] They can't ignore me forever.
Warden Samuel Norton: Sure can. But you write your messages if it makes you happy, I'll fifty-fifty mail service them for, how's thay?
Andy Dufresne: 30 years. Jesus, when y'all say it like that...
Red: ...You wonder where information technology went.
[Tommy receives a letter from the Board of Education]
Red: You gonna open it, or stand in that location with your thumb up your butt?
Tommy Williams: Thumb up my butt sounds better.
Heywood: [sizing up the new inmates] I ain't seen such a sorry lookin' heap o' maggot shit in all my life.
Andy Dufresne: I want to know how the score comes out.
Tommy Williams: I'll show y'all how the score comes out
[crumbles test paper]
Tommy Williams: . 2 POINTS! At that place'S YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on trees, v times five is twenty-five.
[shouts]
Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS Identify! FUCK It!
[Smacks book off the library table, and stormed out]
Red: [afterwards lights out and the guards walk out of the main area]
[Narrating]
Red: I recollect my first night, seems like a long time ago.
Prisoner: Yoo-hoo. Big fish. Fish, fish, fish, fishie?
[the others start talking quietly, trying to taunt the newcomers]
Another Prisoner: Poke your ass out here! Requite me a kickoff await!
Some other Prisoner: Shhh. Keep it down.
Red: [Narrating] The boys always go fishing with starting time-timers, and they don't stop until they reel 1 in.
Heywood: [Quietly] Hey, fatty ass. Fat ass. Talk to me boy.
[Cut to a shot of him quietly sobbing]
Heywood: I know you're at that place. I tin hear y'all animate. Now, don't you listen to these nit-wits, ya hear me? This place ain't so bad. Tell you what. I'll innovate you around. Make you feel correct at home. I know a couple of big balderdash queers that would just love to brand your acquaintance, particularly that big white mushy butt of yours.
Fat Ass: [Cracks] God! I don't vest here!
Inmates: We take a winner! It's the fatty guy!
Fatty Ass: I wanna go abode!
Heywood: [Announcing] And it'southward fat ass past a olfactory organ!
[Starts the chant]
Heywood: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Inmates: [Chant and clap] Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Fat Donkey: [Comes upwards to the bars] I don't belong hither! I wanna go home! I desire my momma!
Prisoner: I had your mother! She wasn't that great!
Captain Hadley: [Storms in with his guys] What the Christ is this happy horse shit?
Another Prisoner: [every bit everyone quiets downwards] He took the Lord's proper noun in vain. I'one thousand telling the warden.
Helm Hadley: You'll be telling him almost my baton upwards your ass!
Fatty Ass: [as Hadley comes up to his jail cell] You gotta let me out! You gotta!
Helm Hadley: What is your major malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Fat Ass: Please! I ain't supposed to be hither! Not me!
Captain Hadley: [Not 1 ounce of sympathy] I own't going to count to three! I'm non even going to count to one! You will shut the FUCK up, or I'll sing you a lullaby!
Heywood: [Nether his breath] Shut up, man. Shut up.
Fat Ass: [Crying and pleading] Please! There's been a mistake! Y'all don't understand! I'g not supposed to be hither!
Captain Hadley: [to his men] Open that cell!
Prisoner: Me neither! You people run this place like a fuckin prison!
Helm Hadley: [Once his cell door is open, he drags him out and beats him severely in the body and caput with his baton, then knocks him out with one last kicking to his head]
[to the residue of the inmates]
Captain Hadley: If I hear and then much every bit a mouse fart in here the remainder of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus yous volition all visit the infirmary! Every last motherfucker in hither!
[Quietly to his men]
Captain Hadley: Call the trustees to take that tub of shit downwardly to the hospital.
Crimson: He's got his fingers in a lot of pies, from what I hear.
Andy Dufresne: What you hear isn't one-half of information technology. He's got scams you lot haven't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. In that location'due south a river of dirty coin running through this identify.
Reddish: Yeah, but the problem with having all that money is sooner or later, you're gonna have to explain where it came from.
Andy Dufresne: Well, that's where I come up in. I channel it, filter it, funnel information technology. Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals. I send that money out into the real world and when it comes back...
Cherry: Make clean every bit a virgin'due south honeypot, huh?
Andy Dufresne: Cleaner. By the fourth dimension Norton retires, I'll have made him a millionaire.
Bank Manager: I must say, I'thousand sorry to be losing your business organisation. I hope yous'll savour living abroad.
Andy Dufresne: Thank you. I'm certain I volition.
Depository financial institution Teller: Here'due south your cashier'southward check, sir. Will there be annihilation else?
Andy Dufresne: Delight. Would y'all add this to your outgoing mail service?
Bank Teller: I'd be happy to.
Andy Dufresne: Skillful day, sir.
Bank Managing director: Practiced day.
Red: Mr. Stevens visited most a dozen banks in the Portland area that morn. All told, he blew town with more $370,000 of Warden Norton'due south money. Severance pay for nineteen years.
Heywood: Scarlet! I got i! I got one, look!
Red: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. And information technology ain't alabaster, either.
[...]
Heywood: And so what the hell is it?
Red: A horse apple tree.
Heywood: Bullshit!
Red: Horseshit. Petrified.
Heywood: [breaks it open] Oh, Jesus Chr... God damn!
Heywood: [talking about Fat Ass] Hey Tyrell. You pulling infirmary duty this week?
Tyrell: [nods] Yes.
Heywood: How'south that winning horse of mine doing?
Tyrell: Dead. Hadley busted up his head pretty good. Doc went home for the night. Poor bastard laid in that location till this forenoon. By then, there was nothing we could practice.
Andy Dufresne: [repeated line to the warden while being dragged away by prison house guards, referring to the warden denying his freedom, intentionally doubting his innocence, therefore preventing him from beingness released] It'due south my life.
Andy Dufresne: ...or come to think of information technology, I suppose I could set it upwardly for you lot. That would relieve you lot some money. I'll write down the forms yous need, you can selection them upward, and I'll set them for your signature... nearly costless of charge... I'd just inquire iii beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I call up a human working outdoors feels more like a man if he tin have a bottle of suds. That'due south but my opinion.
Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I empathize you lot're a homo who knows how to get things.
Warden Samuel Norton: [as Mozart music is playing on the phonograph, the Warden comes to bang on the door] Open the door. Open up it up! Dufresne, open this door! Plow that off!
[Andy acts like he is going to do as he says]
Warden Samuel Norton: I am warning you Dufresne, TURN THAT OFF!
[Andy turns up the volume instead, so Hadley comes to the door]
Captain Hadley: Dufresne...
[taps on the door with the club]
Captain Hadley: ... come up on downwardly.
[Andy does nada, and so Hadley smashes the screen on the door, unlocks information technology, and comes in the room]
Red: [narrating] Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.
Captain Hadley: [turns off the phonograph] On your feet.
Captain Hadley: So this big shot lawyer calls me long distance from Texas. I say "Yeah?" He says, "Deplorable to inform you, but your brother simply died."
Guard Mert: Oh damn, Byron, I'yard sorry to hear that.
Captain Hadley: I'm non, he was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him dead for anyway. So anyhow this lawyer young man says to me: "Your brother died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.
[$nine,670,083 in 2014 dollars]
Guard Mert: A 1000000 bucks?
Helm Hadley: Yeah, fuckin' incredible how lucky some assholes get.
Guard Mert: Gees louise, yous gonna see any of that?
Captain Hadley: Thirty-five 1000.
[$338,453 in 2014]
Captain Hadley: That'due south what he left me.
Guard Mert: Holy shit, that's great! That'due south like winning the sweepstakes.
[Hadley gives him a look]
Guard Mert: Isn't it?
Helm Hadley: Dumb shit, what do y'all think the government'south gonna practise to me? Take a big moisture seize with teeth out of my donkey is what.
Heywood: [after thinking Andy might commit suicide in prison house] Oh, human, Andy came downward past me and asked for a rope.
Snooze: And you gave it to him.
Floyd: Takin' bets today, Red?
Red: Smokes or coins, better's option.
Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for two.
Cherry-red: All right, who's your equus caballus?
Floyd: That petty sack o' shit. Eighth, eighth from the front. He'll be start.
Heywood: Aw, bullshit. I'll call that action. You out some smokes, son, allow me tell you!
Floyd: Well, Heywood, you and so smart, y'all call information technology!
Heywood: I'll take the chubby fat-ass there. 5th from the front. Put me downwards for a quarter deck.
[first lines]
Commune Chaser: Mr. Dufresne, draw the confrontation yous had with your wife the dark that she was murdered.
Andy Dufresne: It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around. And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.
Heywood: It'due south a fine morning, ain't information technology? You know why it's a fine morning time, don't ya? Come on, set 'em down. I want 'em all lined up, just similar a pretty piffling chorus line.
[the cons pull out cigarettes and hand them over to Heywood, who lines them upwardly in front of him. He takes a long whiff]
Heywood: Ah, yes. Richmond, Virginia.
Floyd: Smell my ass.
Red: [repeated lines to the parole board during his hearing when asked if he feels rehabilitated] Oh yes sir, absolutely sir, I mean I've learned my lesson. I can honestly say I'g a "changed man", no longer a danger to society here, and that's the God's honest truth.
Red: Andy was equally good as his word. He wrote two letters a week instead of ane. In 1959 the state senate finally clued in to the fact they couldn't buy him off with just a 2-hundred-dollar bank check. Appropriations commission voted an almanac payment of v hundred dollars only to close him up. And y'all'd exist amazed how far Andy could stretch information technology.
[Bogs sizes Andy up]
Bogs Diamond: Hey, anybody come at you yet? Anybody go to you notwithstanding?
[Andy looks at him in puzzlement]
Bogs Diamond: Hey, we all need friends in hither. I could be a friend to you.
[Andy walks away]
Bogs Diamond: Hey... Difficult to get. I like that...
Andy Dufresne: [reading letter] "... We trust this volition fill your needs. Delight stop sending usa letters."
Captain Hadley: I want all this cleaned up before the warden gets back.
Andy Dufresne: Yessir.
Guard Wiley: [after Hadley has left] Good for you, Andy.
Andy Dufresne: Wow. It merely took six years. From now on, I'll write two letters a calendar week instead of i.
Guard Wiley: I believe you're crazy enough...
Andy Dufresne: My wife used to say I'm a hard homo to know. Similar a closed book. Complained about it all the fourth dimension...
Red: That don't brand you a murderer. Bad married man, maybe. You can experience bad about information technology if you lot desire to, but you didn't pull the trigger.
Andy Dufresne: No, I didn't. Somebody else did. And I wound up in hither. Bad luck, I approximate.
Andy Dufresne: [repeated lines to each other] I understand you're a man who knows how to go things.
Cherry: [repeated lines to each other] I'yard known to locate certain things from fourth dimension to fourth dimension.
Commune Chaser: [his closing statement] Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the evidence: you know all the facts. We have the accused at the scene of the crime, we have footprints, tire tracks, we have bullets thrown on the ground with his finger prints, broken bourdon bottle, likewise with fingerprints, and about of all, we have a beautiful young woman and her lover lying expressionless in each other'due south arms. They... had sinned, but was their crime and then peachy equally to merit a death sentence? while you think most, think about this: a revolver holds six bullets, not eight, I submit this was non a hot-blooded crime of passion, that at least could be understood, if not condoned, no this... was... revenge of a much more than fell common cold-blooded nature. Considering this, four bullets per victim, not half-dozen shots fired but 8, that means he fired the gun empty, and and then stopped to reload, so that he could shoot each of them once more: an extra bullet per lover: right in the head
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Floyd: [Dismissing Red's theory on why Brooks killed himself] Red, I practice believe you're talking out of your ass.
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