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Andy Dufresne: [to Ruddy] I gauge it comes downwards to a simple choice, really. Get busy living, or get decorated dying.

Andy Dufresne: [referring to Andy using an alias to launder money for the warden] If they e'er effort to trace whatsoever of those accounts, they're gonna end upward chasing a figment of my imagination.

Red: Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were good? Shit, yous're a Rembrandt!

Andy Dufresne: Yeah. The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest human being, direct as an arrow. I had to come up to prison to be a crook.

Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Reddish, hope is a skilful thing, maybe the all-time of things, and no practiced thing ever dies.

Red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out make clean on the other side.

Red: [narrating] Sometimes it makes me pitiful, though... Andy beingness gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just also bright. And when they wing away, the role of you that knows it was a sin to lock them upwardly DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I judge I just miss my friend.

1967 Parole Hearings Man: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served twoscore years of a life sentence. Practice yous feel you lot've been rehabilitated?

Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now allow me see. Yous know, I don't take whatever thought what that means.

1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that y'all're prepare to rejoin social club...

Red: I know what you remember it means, sonny. To me, information technology's just a made up word. A politician's word, and then immature fellas similar yourself tin can clothing a suit and a necktie, and have a chore. What do you actually want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?

1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, are you?

Red: There's not a 24-hour interval goes past I don't feel regret. Non because I'm in here, because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible law-breaking. I desire to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid'due south long gone, and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It'south only a bullshit word. And then you lot go on and postage your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Considering to tell you the truth, I don't requite a shit.

Ruby: [narrating] I have no idea to this 24-hour interval what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing nigh something then beautiful, information technology tin't exist expressed in words, and makes your heart ache considering of it. I tell you, those voices soared college and farther than anybody in a greyness place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab piddling cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every concluding man in Shawshank felt costless.

[last lines]

Red: [narrating] I notice I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a idea in my caput. I think it'southward the excitement only a complimentary human tin can experience, a gratis man at the start of a long journey whose decision is uncertain. I hope I tin can get in across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue equally information technology has been in my dreams. I promise.

Red: [to Andy] Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Promise can drive a homo insane.

Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you lot ever felt that manner most music?

Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in information technology though. Didn't brand much sense in here.

Andy Dufresne: Here's where it makes the well-nigh sense. You demand it so you don't forget.

Crimson: Forget?

Andy Dufresne: Forget that... at that place are places in this earth that aren't made out of rock. That there'southward something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.

Cerise: What're you talking about?

Andy Dufresne: Hope.

Red: [narrating] Twoscore years I been request permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-and then.

Scarlet: [after beingness denied parole equally he expected] Same old shit, different solar day

Red: These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you lot get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized.

Heywood: Shit. I could never get similar that.

Ernie: Oh yeah? Say that when you been here as long as Brooks has.

Blood-red: Goddamn right. They send you hither for life, and that'southward exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyway.

Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...

Floyd: That's "Cristo" you dumb shit.

Heywood: ...by Alexandree Impaired-ass. Dumb-ass.

Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass? "Dumas". You know what information technology's about? Y'all'll like it, information technology'due south nearly a prison break.

Crimson: We oughta file that under "Educational" too, oughten we?

Andy Dufresne: What most yous? What are you in here for?

Red: Murder, same as you.

Andy Dufresne: Innocent?

Scarlet: [shakes his caput] Only guilty homo in Shawshank.

Ruby: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd like to think that the last thing that went through his head, other than that bullet, was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne always got the best of him.

Brooks: [in letter] Dearest fellas, I tin't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an motorcar in one case when I was a child, only now they're everywhere. The earth went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway business firm chosen "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to go on up, simply my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes afterward piece of work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just prove upwards and say hello, simply he never does. I hope wherever he is, he'south doin' okay and makin' new friends. I accept trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes information technology takes me a while to call up where I am. Perhaps I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway and then they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I judge I'yard too sometime for that sort of nonsense whatever more. I don't like it here. I'thousand tired of being afraid all the fourth dimension. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick upward any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. P.Southward: Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a pocketknife 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, Carmine. I didn't pull the trigger, but I collection her away. And that's why she died, because of me.

Red: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they establish of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of lather, and an sometime rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I remember thinking it would take a human being six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. Onetime Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mount building there. Geology is the study of pressure level and fourth dimension. That'southward all it takes really, force per unit area, and time. That, and a large goddamn affiche. Similar I said, in prison a man will practise most anything to keep his listen occupied. Turns out Andy'south favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise yard, a scattering at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here just well-nigh long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards just didn't discover. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really expect at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to. 5 hundred yards... that's the length of five football game fields, just shy of one-half a mile.

Ruddy: [referring to the possibility of Andy committing suicide] I don't know; every homo has his breaking point.

Andy Dufresne: [in a letter to Red] Beloved Ruddy. If you're reading this, yous've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a niggling farther. You remember the proper noun of the town, don't you?

Cerise: Zihuatanejo.

Andy Dufresne: I could apply a good man to aid me get my projection on wheels. I'll go along an eye out for yous and the chessboard set up. Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, mayhap the all-time of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.

Ruddy: [narrating] The starting time night's the toughest, no doubt nigh it. They march you in naked every bit the day you were born, peel burning and one-half blind from that delousing shit they throw on yous, and when they put you in that jail cell... and those bars slam home... that'southward when y'all know it's for existent. A whole life diddled away in the blink of an heart. Nothing left simply all the fourth dimension in the world to think almost it.

Red: [narrating] We sat and drank with the sunday on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, 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 interruption hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.

Andy Dufresne: I accept no enemies here.

Cerise: Aye? Wait a while. Discussion gets effectually. The Sisters have taken quite a likin' to you. Especially Bogs.

Andy Dufresne: I don't suppose it would aid if I told them that I'grand not homosexual.

Red: Neither are they. You have to be man first. They don't qualify.

Carmine: [narrating] Not long after the warden deprived us of his company, I got a postcard in the postal service. It was blank, but the postmark said Fort Hancock, Texas. Fort Hancock... correct on the border. That's where Andy crossed. When I picture him heading south in his own motorcar with the superlative downward, information technology always makes me express joy. 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 yous always leave of hither, do me a favor.

Ruby-red: Certain, Andy. Anything.

Andy Dufresne: In that location's a large hayfield upwardly near Buxton. You know where Buxton is?

Red: Well, there'southward... there'due south a lot of hayfields up there.

Andy Dufresne: One in particular. It'due south got a long rock wall with a large oak tree at the due north end. It'due south like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It'due south where I asked my wife to marry me. Nosotros went there for a picnic and fabricated honey under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Red. If you ever leave... notice that spot. At the base of that wall, y'all'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Slice of black, volcanic drinking glass. At that place's something buried nether it I want you to accept.

Ruby: What, Andy? What'southward buried nether there?

Andy Dufresne: [turns to walk abroad] You'll accept to pry it upwardly... to see.

Commune Chaser: And that also is very user-friendly, 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.

Red: [narrating] There's a harsh truth to face up. No fashion I'grand gonna make it on the outside. All I do anymore is remember of ways to break my parole, so maybe they'd send me back. Terrible matter, to live in fright. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all as well well. All I desire is to exist dorsum where things brand sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Just one matter stops me. A promise I made to Andy.

Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say most the Pacific?

Cherry: No.

Andy Dufresne: They say it has no retentiveness. That'due south where I want to live the residual of my life. A warm place with no retentiveness.

Warden Samuel Norton: [to the new inmates] I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.

Bogs Diamond: Now, I'm gonna open my fly and you lot're gonna swallow what I requite ya to eat. And after you swallow mine you lot're gonna eat Rooster's crusade ya done broke his nose and I think he oughta have something to show for it.

Andy Dufresne: Annihilation yous put in my mouth yous're gonna lose.

Bogs Diamond: Naw, you don't sympathize. You practice that and I'll put all 8 inches of steel in your ear.

Andy Dufresne: All right. But you should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to bite downward difficult. In fact, I hear the bite reflex is so strong they have to pry the victims jaws open with a crowbar.

Bogs Diamond: Where do you go this shit?

Andy Dufresne: I read information technology. You know how to read, you lot ignorant fuck?

Warden Samuel Norton: [later on Andy tells him Tommy could prove Andy'due south innocence] I have to say that's the nearly amazing story I've e'er heard. What amazes me near is that you were taken in past it.

Andy Dufresne: [Confused by his response] Sir?

Warden Samuel Norton: Well, it'south obvious this fellow Williams is impressed with yous. He hears your tale of woe and quite naturally, wants to cheer you upwards. He's young, not terribly bright. Information technology's non surprising he wouldn't know what a country he put you in.

Andy Dufresne: Sir, he's telling the truth.

Warden Samuel Norton: Well, permit's say for the moment this Blatch does exist. Y'all think he'd simply fall to his knees and cry "Yes, I did it, I confess! Oh, and past the style, add together a life term to my judgement."

Andy Dufresne: Yous know that wouldn't matter. With Tommy's testimony I tin can get a new trial.

Warden Samuel Norton: That's assuming Blatch is nevertheless at that place. Chances are first-class he'd be released by now.

Andy Dufresne: Well they'd have his last known address, names of relatives. It'south a chance, isn't there?

Warden Samuel Norton: [Shakes his caput]

Andy Dufresne: How can you exist so obtuse?

Warden Samuel Norton: What? What did you call me?

Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is it deliberate?

Warden Samuel Norton: Son, you're forgetting yourself.

Andy Dufresne: The country club will have his erstwhile time cards. Records, W-2s with his name on them.

Warden Samuel Norton: If you wanna indulge in this fantasy, that's your business organisation. Don't make it mine. This meeting is over.

Andy Dufresne: Sir, if I ever go out, I'd never mention what happens here. I'd be just as indictable as you for laundering that coin.

Warden Samuel Norton: [slams his fists on the table] Don't y'all always mention money to me again, you sorry son of a bitch. Not in this office, not anywhere.

Warden Samuel Norton: [later Andy escapes] Well?

Red: Well what?

Warden Samuel Norton: I run into you two all the fourth dimension, you're thick as thieves, you are. He musta said *something*.

Red: Honest, Warden, not a word.

Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, it's a phenomenon! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind! Nothing left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Permit's inquire her, mayhap she knows.

Warden Samuel Norton: [to poster] What say you at that place, fuzzy-britches? Feel similar talking? Aw, guess non. Why should she exist whatever different?

[hefting i of Andy's rocks]

Warden Samuel Norton: This is a conspiracy, that's what information technology is.

[throwing rocks]

Warden Samuel Norton: One... large... damn conspiracy! And everyone's in on it, including *her*!

[Throws a stone at the poster, the rock goes right through it and they hear it clattering. Norton puts his arm through the torn poster and rips it abroad from the wall, revealing Andy'due south escape tunnel]

Red: You're gonna fit right in. Anybody in here is innocent, you lot know that? Heywood, what you lot in here for?

Heywood: Didn't do it. Lawyer fucked me.

Red: [narrating, referring to Andy] I could see why some of the boys took him for bossy. He had a quiet way about him, a walk and a talk that just wasn't normal around here. He strolled, like a human in a park without a care or a worry in the world, similar he had on an invisible glaze that would shield him from this place. Yeah, I retrieve information technology would be fair to say... I liked Andy from the start.

Helm Hadley: Dufresne!

[to Dekins]

Captain Hadley: That'southward him. That'southward the one.

Baby-sit Dekins: I'chiliad Dekins. I was thinking about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations.

Andy Dufresne: Oh, I see. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you take a slice of paper and a pencil? Thanks. And so, Mr. Dekins...

Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] Then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, do you want your sons to become to Harvard... or Yale?"

Floyd: He didn't say that!

Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins merely looked at him a 2d and then he laughed himself featherbrained and afterwards he actually shook Andy's hand.

Heywood: My donkey.

Brooks: Shook his hand! I well-nigh 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 lot please.

Ruby: Making a few friends, huh Andy?

Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides audio fiscal planning - it's a wonderful pet to take.

[Warden Norton finds the Bible in his rubber later Andy escapes and finds the message Andy left for him]

Andy Dufresne: Love Warden, You were right. Conservancy lay within.

[Norton flips through a couple of pages to find the outline of the rock hammer that was hidden in the Book of Exodus within the Bible, so drops it on the floor in shock]

Andy Dufresne: Bad luck, I gauge. It floats around. Information technology'southward got to country on somebody. It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado. I just didn't look the storm would last as long as it has.

[afterwards Tommy told the story of how he got arrested]

Andy Dufresne: Perhaps it'due south time you lot tried a new profession.

Tommy Williams: Huh?

Andy Dufresne: What I hateful is, you don't seem to be a very skillful thief, maybe y'all should endeavour something else.

Tommy Williams: Yeah, well, what the hell you lot know well-nigh it, Capone? What are you in for?

Andy Dufresne: Me? My lawyer fucked me. Everybody's innocent in here. Don't you know that?

Fat Ass: Y'all don't understand! I'm not supposed to be here!

Inmates: Me neither! They run this identify like a fucking prison house!

Red: Become busy living or get busy dying. That's goddamn right!

Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] I desire him found. Not tomorrow, non later on breakfast - now!

Tommy Williams: So I'm backing out the door, correct, and I got the Television set, similar this; it was a big old thing, I couldn't run into shit; suddenly I hear this voice, "Law, child, hands in the air." You know, I was standing in that location, holdin' on to that Goggle box, so finally the voice says, "You hear what I said, male child?" And I say, "Yep sir, I sure did, merely if I drop this fucking affair you lot got me on destruction of belongings too."

Fatty Donkey: I don't vest here! I want to go home! I desire my female parent!

Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that dandy!

Warden Samuel Norton: [to new inmates, after explaining the prison routine] Whatsoever questions?

Prisoner: When practice nosotros eat?

Helm Hadley: [Approaches prisoner] Y'all eat when we say y'all swallow. You piss when we say you piss, and you shit when nosotros say you shit. Y'all got that, you maggot dick motherfucker?

Red: [narrating] I must admit I didn't think much of Andy start fourth dimension I laid eyes on him; looked similar a stiff breeze would accident him over. That was my first impression of the man.

Cherry-red: [narrating] Two things never happened again after that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again... and Bogs never walked once again. They transferred him to a minimum security hospital upstate. To my knowledge, he lived out the residuum of his days drinking his food through a straw.

Andy Dufresne: Mr. Hadley, do y'all trust your married woman?

Captain Hadley: Oh that's funny. Y'all're gonna wait funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.

Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, exercise yous recall she'd go behind your back and try to hamstring you?

Helm Hadley: That'south information technology. Step bated 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, there's no reason you can't proceed that $35,000!

Captain Hadley: What did you say?

Andy Dufresne: $35,000.

Captain Hadley: $35,000?

Andy Dufresne: All of it.

Captain Hadley: All of it?

Andy Dufresne: Every penny.

Helm Hadley: You ameliorate start making sense.

Andy Dufresne: If you lot want to keep all of that money, requite it to your married woman. The IRS allows a one-time-but gift to your spouse for up to $sixty,000.

Helm Hadley: Bullshit! Tax costless?

Andy Dufresne: Tax gratuitous. IRS can't touch one cent.

Helm Hadley: You lot're that smart banker who killed his wife, aren't yous? Why should I believe a smart broker like you? So I can end up in here with yous?

Andy Dufresne: It's perfectly legal, go enquire the IRS, they'll say the same thing. I actually feel stupid telling you this, I'm sure you would've investigated the matter yourself.

Captain Hadley: Yeah, fucking A'! I don't demand a smart wife-killing banker to tell me where the carry shit in the buckwheat!

Andy Dufresne: Of course not. Simply you lot do need someone to ready the revenue enhancement-free souvenir for yous, and that'll toll yous. A lawyer for example.

Captain Hadley: Bunch of ball-washing bastards!

Andy Dufresne: Right. I suppose I could fix information technology upwardly for you. That would save y'all some money. If yous get the forms I'll ready them for you, about free of charge. I'd merely ask iii beers apiece for each of my co-workers.

Guard Mert: Ha! "Co-workers", get him that's rich ain't it?

Andy Dufresne: I remember a man working outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion, sir.

Captain Hadley: [looks over at the residuum of Andy's co-workers] What are you Jimmies staring at? Back to work!

[Andy has asked Ruby to procure Rita Hayworth]

Andy Dufresne: Tin can y'all get her?

Red: Accept a few weeks.

Andy Dufresne: Weeks?

Blood-red: Well yep, Andy. I don't have her blimp downwards the front end of my pants correct at present, I'1000 sorry to say, but I'll get her. Relax!

Red: E'er bother you?

Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Red, I simply process the profits. Fine line, maybe, only I also built that library and used information technology to help a dozen guys get their high school diploma. Why do you recall the warden lets me do all that?

Red: To go along you happy and doing the laundry. Coin instead of sheets.

Red: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a two-twelvemonth stretch for B&E. That's breaking & inbound to you. Cops defenseless him sneaking TV sets out the back door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Rock and Roll. Cocky every bit hell.

Tommy Williams: Hey, c'mon, old boys! You lot're movin' like molasses! Makin' me look bad!

Red: [narrating] We liked him immediately.

[afterwards Brooks held a pocketknife to Heywood's throat]

Andy Dufresne: I just don't understand what happened in there.

Heywood: Old man's crazy as a rat in a can shithouse, is what.

Red: Oh Heywood, that's enough out of yous!

Ernie: I heard he had you shittin' in your pants!

Heywood: Fuck you!

Red: Would you knock information technology off? Brooks ain't no bug. He'due south just... just institutionalized.

Heywood: Institutionalized, my donkey.

Red: The homo'south been in here fifty years, Heywood. 50 years! This is all he knows. In here, he's an important homo. He's an educated homo. Exterior, he'south nothin'! Just a used up con with arthritis in both hands.

Andy Dufresne: I understand you're a human being who knows how to become things.

Red: I'm known to locate certain things from time to time.

Ruddy: [Narrating] There must exist a con like me in every prison in America. I'm the guy who can become if for y'all; cigarettes, a purse of reefer, if that'southward your matter, a canteen of brandy to celebrate your kid's high school graduation, damn virtually anything inside reason. Yes sir, I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.

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

[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks subsequently he held a knife to Heywood's cervix]

Heywood: Hey, what nigh me? Crazy old fool goddamn almost cut my throat!

Red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!

Warden Samuel Norton: [Referring to the Bible] Pleased to see yous reading this, whatsoever favorite passages?

Andy Dufresne: "Watch ye therefore: for ye know not when the primary of the firm cometh."

Warden Samuel Norton: Marking 13:35, I've always liked that ane, but I prefer "I am the light of the globe: he that followeth me shall non walk in darkness, but shall have the low-cal of life."

Andy Dufresne: John viii:12

Heywood: [Andy has returned later on solitary for the record playing stunt] Couldn't play somethin' adept, huh? Hank Williams?

Andy Dufresne: [smiling] They broke the door down before I could take requests.

Helm Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?

Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's name in vain! I'thousand tellin' the warden!

Captain Hadley: You lot'll exist tellin' the warden about my billy up your donkey!

Cherry-red: [narrating] You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards. Or, mayhap make a few friends amidst u.s. cons. Me, I think he did information technology just to experience normal once again, if just for a short while.

Red: [narrating] His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never fabricated a sound.

[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]

Scarlet: This is the part I really like, when she does that shit with her hair.

[Warden Norton visits Andy in solitary]

Warden Samuel Norton: I'1000 sure by now y'all've heard. Terrible thing. Human that young, less than a year to get, trying to escape... Bankrupt Captain Hadley's heart to shoot him, truly it did. We simply have to put information technology behind us... move on.

Andy Dufresne: I'thou done. Everything stops. Become someone else to run your scams.

Warden Samuel Norton: [icy] Nothing stops. Nothing... or you will exercise the hardest time there is. No more protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that i-bunk Hilton and cast you down with the Sodomites. You'll recollect you've been fucked by a train! And the library? Gone... sealed off, brick-past-brick. We'll accept the states a lilliputian volume charcoal-broil in the yard. They'll run across the flames for miles. Nosotros'll trip the light fantastic around it like wild Injuns! Yous understand me? Catching my drift?... Or am I beingness birdbrained?

[beat out]

Warden Samuel Norton: [to Hadley] Give him another calendar month to remember well-nigh it.

Helm Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till it's majestic.

Heywood: Red? You maxim Andy's innocent? I mean *for real* innocent?

Red: Yeah, it looks that fashion.

Heywood: Sweet Jesus. How long's he been in here?

Cherry-red: Since '47, what is that... xix years.

Andy Dufresne: Not me. I didn't shoot my wife, and I didn't shoot her lover. Whatever mistakes I made, I've paid for them and then some. That hotel, that gunkhole... I don't remember that's too much to ask.

Reddish: You shouldn't exist doing this to yourself. This is but shitty pipage dreams. United mexican states is way down there and you're in here... and that's the way information technology is

Red: [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 one of them born whose asshole wouldn't pucker upward 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 dark I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.

[Andy after Warden Norton refuses to appeal his case]

Andy Dufresne: It's my life. Don't you sympathise? It'Due south MY LIFE!

[Red places his bet on Andy]

Cerise: That tall beverage of h2o with the silver spoon upwards his donkey.

Red: [narrating] The following April Andy did tax returns for half the guards at Shawshank. Twelvemonth after that he did them all including the warden'southward. Year after that they rescheduled the start of the intra-landscape flavor to coincide with revenue enhancement season. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W2s.

Andy Dufresne: So Moresby prison issued you lot your gun, but you actually had to pay for it.

Moresby Batter: Damn right. The holster too.

Andy Dufresne: You come across, that's taxation deductible, you can write that off.

Red: Well, if it was a toothbrush I wouldn't inquire questions, I'd just quote a toll, but then a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't it?

Red: [to Andy, wondering when he'll be granted parole] One solar day, when I have a long gray beard and two or three marbles rollin' effectually upstairs, they'll permit me out.

Heywood: Hey, Fat Ass. Fat Ass! Talk to me boy! I know you're there I tin can hear you lot breathin'. Don't you heed to these nitwits you lot hear me? This place own't so bad. Tell you what, I'll introduce you around, brand you feel correct at home. I know a couple of big old balderdash queers that'd only love to brand you're acquaintance. Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.

Fat Ass: God! I don't vest here! I want to get domicile!

Inmates: We take a winner!

Heywood: And it'due south Fat Ass past a nose!

Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing new prisoners] I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Hither you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord. Your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.

Crimson: [narrating] I wish I could tell you lot that 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 information technology, simply we all knew. Things went on like that for awhile - prison house 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 'em off, sometimes non. And that'southward how information technology went for Andy - that was his routine. I exercise 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 laissez passer that on the 2nd-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at 10 o'clock in the morning drinking icy common cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison house.

Helm Hadley: Drink upwards while it'southward cold, ladies.

Red: [narrating] The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.

Caput Bull Haig: Dufresne? Get your donkey out hither male child, you're holding up the prove!

[no answer]

Head Bull Haig: Don't make me come down there or I'll thump your skull for you lot!

[Still no answer. Glaring, Haig stalks down the tier, clipboard in paw. His men fall in behind]

Caput Bull Haig: Damn it, Dufresne, yous're putting me behind! I got a schedule to keep! You better be sick or dead in in that location, I shit you lot not! Yous hear me?

[They go far at confined. Their faces become slack. Stunned. Softly]

Caput Bull Haig: Oh my Holy God.

[the guards find the cell empty]

Andy Dufresne: I wonder if you might get me a rock hammer

Red: What is it? And why?

Andy Dufresne: A rock hammer is about six or seven inches long looks like a miniature Pickaxe

Red: Pickaxe?

Andy Dufresne: For rocks.

Red: For rocks?

Andy Dufresne: I'm from a rock hound at least I was in my old life I'd like to be again on a limited basis

Red: Or maybe you'd similar to sink your into somebody'due south skull

Andy Dufresne: No I take no enemies here

Red: No? Wait a while word gets around total queers have by force that's all they desire or empathise if I were you I'd abound eyes in the back of my head

Andy Dufresne: Thanks for the advice

Cherry: That'due south complimentary, you understand my business organisation?

Andy Dufresne: If there's any trouble I won't use the rock hammer

Blood-red: I guess y'all'd want to escape? Tunnel under the wall

[Andy starts laughing]

Scarlet: did I miss something? What's then funny?

Andy Dufresne: You'll understand when you run across the rock hammer

Red: What's an item similar this commonly go for?

Andy Dufresne: 7 dollars in any rock and gem shop

Red: My normal mark is xx percent but this is a specialty detail chance goes up price goes up let's brand information technology an even ten bucks

Andy Dufresne: Ten it is

Red: Waste of money if you ask me

Andy Dufresne: Why's that?

Cherry: Folks around this joint dearest surprise inspections if they find you're going to lose it, if they do catch yous with it you don't know me, you mention my name nosotros never practice business again not for a shoe lace or a stick of gum you got that?

Andy Dufresne: I empathize thank you Mr.?

Red: "Ruby", my name's Cherry-red

Red: [narrating] But and then, in the leap of 1949, the powers that be decided that...

Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing the inmates in the courtyard] The roof of the license-plate manufacturing plant needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a week's work. Every bit you know, special detail carries with it special privileges.

Red: [narrating] It was outdoor detail - and May is one damn fine calendar month to be working outdoors.

[Playing checkers]

Cherry-red: Male monarch me.

Andy Dufresne: Chess. Now there's a game of kings.

Red: What?

Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic...

Red: ...and a full fuckin' mystery. I hate it.

Andy Dufresne: [referring to Fat Ass] What was his proper noun?

Heywood: What did you lot say?

Andy Dufresne: I was merely wondering if anybody knew his name.

Heywood: Fuck do you lot care, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' matter what his name was. He'southward expressionless.

Andy Dufresne: [referring to the state regime denying his repeated requests to provide funding to build a library] They tin't ignore me forever.

Warden Samuel Norton: Certain tin can. Simply you write your letters if it makes you happy, I'll fifty-fifty mail them for, how's thay?

Andy Dufresne: Thirty years. Jesus, when you say it like that...

Red: ...You wonder where it went.

[Tommy receives a letter of the alphabet from the Lath of Teaching]

Cherry: You gonna open up it, or stand there with your thumb upwards your butt?

Tommy Williams: Thumb upwardly my barrel sounds better.

Heywood: [sizing up the new inmates] I ain't seen such a sad lookin' heap o' maggot shit in all my life.

Andy Dufresne: I desire to know how the score comes out.

Tommy Williams: I'll testify you how the score comes out

[crumbles test paper]

Tommy Williams: . TWO POINTS! THERE'S YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on copse, v times v 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 primary area]

[Narrating]

Red: I recollect my commencement nighttime, seems like a long fourth dimension ago.

Prisoner: Yoo-hoo. Big fish. Fish, fish, fish, fishie?

[the others start talking quietly, trying to taunt the newcomers]

Another Prisoner: Poke your donkey out hither! Give me a first look!

Some other Prisoner: Shhh. Keep it downward.

Cerise: [Narrating] The boys always get fishing with first-timers, and they don't stop until they reel ane in.

Heywood: [Quietly] Hey, fatty donkey. Fatty donkey. Talk to me boy.

[Cut to a shot of him quietly sobbing]

Heywood: I know you lot're there. I can hear you breathing. Now, don't yous listen to these nit-wits, ya hear me? This place ain't so bad. Tell yous what. I'll introduce you around. Make you feel right at dwelling. I know a couple of big bull queers that would just love to make your acquaintance, especially that large white mushy butt of yours.

Fat Ass: [Cracks] God! I don't vest hither!

Inmates: We have a winner! It's the fat guy!

Fatty Ass: I wanna go abode!

Heywood: [Announcing] And it's fatty ass past a nose!

[Starts the chant]

Heywood: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Inmates: [Dirge and clap] Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Fat Ass: [Comes up to the confined] I don't belong hither! I wanna go home! I want 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?

Some other Prisoner: [as everyone quiets downwards] He took the Lord'due south name in vain. I'1000 telling the warden.

Captain Hadley: Yous'll be telling him well-nigh my baton up your donkey!

Fat Ass: [as Hadley comes upwards to his cell] You gotta let me out! You gotta!

Captain Hadley: What is your major malfunction, yous fat butt of monkey spunk?

Fat Ass: Please! I own't supposed to be here! Not me!

Captain Hadley: [Not 1 ounce of sympathy] I ain't going to count to three! I'm not even going to count to one! You volition close the FUCK up, or I'll sing you a lullaby!

Heywood: [Under his jiff] Shut up, man. Close up.

Fat Ass: [Crying and pleading] Delight! There'due south been a mistake! You lot don't empathize! I'm not supposed to be here!

Helm Hadley: [to his men] Open that jail cell!

Prisoner: Me neither! You people run this place similar a fuckin prison!

Captain Hadley: [Once his cell door is open, he drags him out and beats him severely in the torso and head with his baton, and then knocks him out with 1 last kick to his head]

[to the rest of the inmates]

Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the residue of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary! Every concluding motherfucker in hither!

[Quietly to his men]

Captain Hadley: Call the trustees to have that tub of shit downwards to the hospital.

Red: He's got his fingers in a lot of pies, from what I hear.

Andy Dufresne: What you hear isn't half of it. He's got scams you haven't fifty-fifty dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. At that place's a river of muddied money running through this place.

Red: Yep, only the problem with having all that money is sooner or afterward, you're gonna have to explicate where it came from.

Andy Dufresne: Well, that's where I come in. I channel it, filter it, funnel information technology. Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals. I ship that money out into the real earth and when it comes back...

Red: Make clean as a virgin's honeypot, huh?

Andy Dufresne: Cleaner. By the time Norton retires, I'll have made him a millionaire.

Bank Manager: I must say, I'm pitiful to exist losing your business. I hope you'll enjoy living abroad.

Andy Dufresne: Cheers. I'm sure I volition.

Depository financial institution Teller: Here's your cashier'due south check, sir. Will at that place exist anything else?

Andy Dufresne: Please. Would you add this to your outgoing post?

Depository financial institution Teller: I'd be happy to.

Andy Dufresne: Bye, sir.

Bank Manager: Expert twenty-four hour period.

Red: Mr. Stevens visited about a dozen banks in the Portland area that morning. All told, he blew town with more than than $370,000 of Warden Norton's money. Severance pay for nineteen years.

Heywood: Cherry! I got one! I got one, look!

Carmine: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. And information technology ain't alabaster, either.

[...]

Heywood: Then what the hell is it?

Red: A equus caballus apple.

Heywood: Bullshit!

Red: Horseshit. Petrified.

Heywood: [breaks it open] Oh, Jesus Chr... God damn!

Heywood: [talking about Fatty Donkey] Hey Tyrell. You lot pulling infirmary duty this week?

Tyrell: [nods] Yep.

Heywood: How's that winning horse of mine doing?

Tyrell: Dead. Hadley busted up his head pretty skilful. Dr. went home for the night. Poor bastard laid there till this morning. By then, at that place was nada we could practise.

Andy Dufresne: [repeated line to the warden while beingness dragged away by prison guards, referring to the warden denying his liberty, intentionally doubting his innocence, therefore preventing him from being released] It's my life.

Andy Dufresne: ...or come up to think of information technology, I suppose I could set it up for you lot. That would salvage you some money. I'll write downwards the forms you lot need, you lot can pick them up, and I'll prepare them for your signature... most free of charge... I'd only ask three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I call up a man working outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That'southward only my opinion.

Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I empathise you lot're a human being who knows how to become things.

Warden Samuel Norton: [as Mozart music is playing on the phonograph, the Warden comes to blindside on the door] Open up the door. Open it upwardly! Dufresne, open this door! Plough that off!

[Andy acts like he is going to exercise equally he says]

Warden Samuel Norton: I am warning you Dufresne, TURN THAT OFF!

[Andy turns upward the volume instead, so Hadley comes to the door]

Captain Hadley: Dufresne...

[taps on the door with the club]

Captain Hadley: ... come up on down.

[Andy does nothing, 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 piddling stunt.

Helm Hadley: [turns off the phonograph] On your anxiety.

Helm Hadley: So this big shot lawyer calls me long distance from Texas. I say "Yeah?" He says, "Lamentable to inform y'all, but your brother just died."

Guard Mert: Oh damn, Byron, I'thou sorry to hear that.

Captain Hadley: I'm not, he was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him dead for anyway. So anyway this lawyer fellow says to me: "Your brother died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.

[$ix,670,083 in 2014 dollars]

Guard Mert: A million bucks?

Captain Hadley: Yeah, fuckin' incredible how lucky some assholes become.

Baby-sit Mert: Gees louise, you lot gonna run into any of that?

Captain Hadley: Thirty-five thousand.

[$338,453 in 2014]

Helm Hadley: That's what he left me.

Guard Mert: Holy shit, that'southward great! That'south like winning the sweepstakes.

[Hadley gives him a look]

Guard Mert: Isn't it?

Captain Hadley: Dumb shit, what do y'all think the government'south gonna practice to me? Accept a big wet bite out of my ass is what.

Heywood: [after thinking Andy might commit suicide in prison] Oh, man, Andy came down by me and asked for a rope.

Snooze: And you gave it to him.

Floyd: Takin' bets today, Ruby?

Reddish: Smokes or coins, improve'southward option.

Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for two.

Scarlet: All correct, who's your equus caballus?

Floyd: That little sack o' shit. Eighth, 8th from the forepart. He'll be first.

Heywood: Aw, bullshit. I'll call that action. You lot out some smokes, son, let me tell you!

Floyd: Well, Heywood, you so smart, you call it!

Heywood: I'll take the chubby fat-donkey in that location. 5th from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.

[first lines]

District Chaser: Mr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation you had with your wife the dark that she was murdered.

Andy Dufresne: Information technology 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: Information technology's a fine morning, ain't it? You know why it's a fine morning, don't ya? Come on, set 'em down. I want 'em all lined up, just like a pretty lilliputian chorus line.

[the cons pull out cigarettes and mitt them over to Heywood, who lines them up 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'one thousand a "inverse human being", no longer a danger to society here, and that's the God's honest truth.

Cherry-red: Andy was every bit good as his discussion. He wrote two letters a week instead of one. In 1959 the state senate finally clued in to the fact they couldn't buy him off with only a two-hundred-dollar cheque. Appropriations committee voted an almanac payment of five hundred dollars just to shut him upwards. And yous'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.

[Bogs sizes Andy up]

Bogs Diamond: Hey, anybody come up at you yet? Everyone get to you lot yet?

[Andy looks at him in puzzlement]

Bogs Diamond: Hey, we all need friends in here. I could be a friend to you.

[Andy walks abroad]

Bogs Diamond: Hey... Difficult to go. I similar that...

Andy Dufresne: [reading letter of the alphabet] "... We trust this volition fill your needs. Delight stop sending us messages."

Captain Hadley: I want all this cleaned up before the warden gets back.

Andy Dufresne: Yessir.

Guard Wiley: [after Hadley has left] Practiced for you lot, Andy.

Andy Dufresne: Wow. It just took six years. From now on, I'll write two messages a week instead of one.

Guard Wiley: I believe y'all're crazy enough...

Andy Dufresne: My wife used to say I'm a hard homo to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time...

Red: That don't make you a murderer. Bad husband, mayhap. Y'all can experience bad most information technology if you want to, simply yous didn't pull the trigger.

Andy Dufresne: No, I didn't. Somebody else did. And I wound up in here. Bad luck, I guess.

Andy Dufresne: [repeated lines to each other] I understand you're a human being who knows how to get things.

Red: [repeated lines to each other] I'm known to locate sure things from time to fourth dimension.

Commune Attorney: [his closing statement] Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the testify: you lot 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, cleaved bourdon bottle, likewise with fingerprints, and near of all, we have a beautiful immature adult female and her lover lying dead in each other's arms. They... had sinned, but was their criminal offense and then groovy as to merit a death sentence? while you lot think well-nigh, think about this: a revolver holds six bullets, not 8, I submit this was not a hot-blooded offense of passion, that at to the lowest degree could exist understood, if not condoned, no this... was... revenge of a much more than fell cold-blooded nature. Because this, 4 bullets per victim, not six shots fired but eight, that means he fired the gun empty, and and then stopped to reload, and so that he could shoot each of them over again: an extra bullet per lover: right in the head

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Floyd: [Dismissing Red's theory on why Brooks killed himself] Cerise, I practice believe you're talking out of your donkey.

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