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Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I estimate it comes down to a unproblematic choice, really. Become busy living, or get busy dying.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to Andy using an alias to launder money for the warden] If they always endeavor to trace whatsoever of those accounts, they're gonna end up chasing a figment of my imagination.
Scarlet: Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were practiced? Shit, you're a Rembrandt!
Andy Dufresne: Yep. The funny thing is - on the exterior, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison house to exist a cheat.
Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Call up Blood-red, promise is a good thing, perhaps the best of things, and no practiced matter always dies.
Ruby-red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Carmine: [narrating] Sometimes it makes me sorry, though... Andy being gone. I accept to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are only besides bright. And when they fly abroad, the function of you that knows it was a sin to lock them upwards DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
1967 Parole Hearings Homo: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served 40 years of a life sentence. Do you lot feel you've been rehabilitated?
Ruddy: Rehabilitated? Well, now let me meet. You know, I don't have whatever thought what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society...
Red: I know what you lot think it means, sonny. To me, information technology's just a made upwards word. A pol'south give-and-take, so young fellas similar yourself can wear a conform and a necktie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, are you lot?
Red: In that location's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'grand in here, because you think I should. I look back on the way I was and then: a immature, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want 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'south long gone, and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's but a bullshit word. And so you go on and postage your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Considering to tell yous the truth, I don't give a shit.
Red: [narrating] I have no thought to this solar day what those ii Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to recollect they were singing virtually something then beautiful, it tin can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache considering of it. I tell yous, 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 footling cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every final human being in Shawshank felt gratis.
[concluding lines]
Reddish: [narrating] I find I'one thousand then excited, I can barely sit down still or concur a thought in my head. I think it'southward the excitement only a costless man can feel, a gratuitous man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I tin brand it beyond the border. I promise to see my friend and shake his hand. I promise the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I promise.
Red: [to Andy] Let me tell y'all something my friend. Promise is a unsafe thing. Promise can drive a human insane.
Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you e'er felt that way nigh music?
Carmine: I played a hateful harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in information technology though. Didn't make much sense in hither.
Andy Dufresne: Hither's where it makes the well-nigh sense. Yous demand it and so you don't forget.
Cherry: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that... in that location are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they tin can't get to, that they can't touch. That'southward yours.
Red: What're you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.
Red: [narrating] Xl years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.
Ruddy: [after beingness denied parole equally he expected] Same old shit, different day
Red: These walls are funny. First you detest 'em, so 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 like that.
Ernie: Oh yeah? Say that when you lot been hither as long as Brooks has.
Red: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyway.
Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...
Floyd: That'south "Cristo" you lot dumb shit.
Heywood: ...by Alexandree Dumb-ass. Dumb-ass.
Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass? "Dumas". You know what it's almost? You'll like it, information technology'southward virtually a prison house break.
Red: We oughta file that under "Educational" too, oughten we?
Andy Dufresne: What well-nigh you? What are you in here for?
Cherry: Murder, same every bit you.
Andy Dufresne: Innocent?
Ruby: [shakes his head] Only guilty man in Shawshank.
Red: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd like to recall that the concluding thing that went through his caput, other than that bullet, was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne always got the best of him.
Brooks: [in letter] Dear fellas, I tin't believe how fast things motility on the outside. I saw an car in one case when I was a child, just now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole lath got me into this halfway house chosen "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's difficult work and I endeavor to go on upwards, merely my easily hurt most of the time. I don't think the shop manager likes me very much. Sometimes later piece of work, I become to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello, only he never does. I hope wherever he is, he'south doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'k falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to recall where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd transport me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of similar a bonus. I judge I'1000 as well former for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the fourth dimension. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll boot up any fuss. Not for an former crook like me. P.Southward: Tell Heywood I'm deplorable I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings. Brooks.
Andy Dufresne: She was beautiful. God I loved her. I only didn't know how to bear witness it, that's all. I killed her, Cerise. I didn't pull the trigger, just I drove her abroad. And that'southward why she died, because of me.
Red: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they constitute of him was a muddied set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn about worn down to the nub. I remember thinking information technology would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with information technology. Erstwhile Andy did it in less than 20. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mount building there. Geology is the written report of pressure level and time. That's all it takes really, force per unit area, and fourth dimension. That, and a big goddamn poster. Like I said, in prison a man volition do most anything to continue his mind occupied. Turns out Andy'south favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise thousand, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here just nigh long plenty. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards simply didn't discover. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do yous really expect at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or peradventure I but don't want to. Five hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.
Red: [referring to the possibility of Andy committing suicide] I don't know; every man has his breaking point.
Andy Dufresne: [in a letter to Red] Honey Red. If yous're reading this, you lot've gotten out. And if y'all've come this far, mayhap yous're willing to come a lilliputian further. You lot remember the proper name of the town, don't you?
Red: Zihuatanejo.
Andy Dufresne: I could use a good man to aid me get my projection on wheels. I'll keep an center out for y'all and the chessboard ready. Think, Red, hope is a good affair, peradventure the best of things, and no adept matter ever dies. I volition be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.
Reddish: [narrating] The starting time night's the toughest, no dubiousness virtually it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half bullheaded from that delousing shit they throw on y'all, and when they put you lot in that cell... and those bars slam domicile... that'due south when you know it'southward for real. A whole life diddled away in the blink of an eye. Zero left but all the fourth dimension in the globe to think about it.
Red: [narrating] We saturday and drank with the lord's day on our shoulders and felt similar free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of ane of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation. As for Andy - he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching u.s.a. drink his beer.
Andy Dufresne: I have no enemies hither.
Red: Yeah? Look a while. Discussion gets around. The Sisters accept taken quite a likin' to you. Especially Bogs.
Andy Dufresne: I don't suppose it would aid if I told them that I'chiliad not homosexual.
Carmine: Neither are they. You accept to be human first. They don't qualify.
Red: [narrating] Not long afterward the warden deprived us of his company, I got a postcard in the mail. Information technology was blank, but the postmark said Fort Hancock, Texas. Fort Hancock... correct on the edge. That'due south where Andy crossed. When I picture him heading south in his ain car with the acme down, it always makes me laugh. Andy Dufresne... who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side. Andy Dufresne... headed for the Pacific.
Andy Dufresne: Red. If you ever go out of here, exercise me a favor.
Red: Sure, Andy. Anything.
Andy Dufresne: There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You lot know where Buxton is?
Red: Well, there's... there'southward a lot of hayfields up there.
Andy Dufresne: Ane in item. Information technology's got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the n end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's 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 yeah. Promise me, Scarlet. If you ever leave... find that spot. At the base of operations of that wall, y'all'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of blackness, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to take.
Cherry: What, Andy? What's buried under in that location?
Andy Dufresne: [turns to walk away] You'll have to pry information technology up... to see.
Commune Attorney: And that also is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Andy Dufresne: Since I am innocent of this law-breaking, sir, I find it incomparably inconvenient that the gun was never found.
Red: [narrating] In that location's a harsh truth to face. No fashion I'1000 gonna make it on the outside. All I exercise anymore is recall of means to suspension my parole, so maybe they'd transport me dorsum. Terrible affair, to alive in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew information technology all too well. All I desire is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be agape all the time. Only ane affair stops me. A promise I made to Andy.
Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
Crimson: No.
Andy Dufresne: They say information technology has no retention. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
Warden Samuel Norton: [to the new inmates] I believe in ii things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your donkey belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Bogs Diamond: At present, I'm gonna open my fly and y'all're gonna swallow what I give ya to swallow. And later you lot swallow mine yous're gonna consume Rooster's crusade ya done broke his nose and I call back he oughta take something to bear witness for it.
Andy Dufresne: Anything you put in my rima oris you're gonna lose.
Bogs Diamond: Naw, you don't empathize. You do that and I'll put all eight inches of steel in your ear.
Andy Dufresne: All right. But you should know that sudden serious encephalon injury causes the victim to bite down hard. In fact, I hear the bite reflex is then strong they have to pry the victims jaws open with a crowbar.
Bogs Diamond: Where exercise you get this shit?
Andy Dufresne: I read information technology. Yous know how to read, you ignorant fuck?
Warden Samuel Norton: [afterward Andy tells him Tommy could prove Andy'due south innocence] I have to say that'due south the most amazing story I've ever heard. What amazes me virtually is that you lot were taken in by it.
Andy Dufresne: [Confused past his response] Sir?
Warden Samuel Norton: Well, it's obvious this fellow Williams is impressed with you. He hears your tale of woe and quite naturally, wants to cheer you up. He'due south young, not terribly bright. Information technology'southward non surprising he wouldn't know what a state he put you in.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, he'southward telling the truth.
Warden Samuel Norton: Well, let's say for the moment this Blatch does exist. Yous think he'd just fall to his knees and cry "Yes, I did it, I confess! Oh, and past the way, add a life term to my sentence."
Andy Dufresne: You lot know that wouldn't thing. With Tommy'southward testimony I tin get a new trial.
Warden Samuel Norton: That's bold Blatch is still there. Chances are excellent he'd exist released by now.
Andy Dufresne: Well they'd accept his concluding known address, names of relatives. It's a run a risk, isn't there?
Warden Samuel Norton: [Shakes his head]
Andy Dufresne: How can you lot be and then birdbrained?
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 gild will accept his old time cards. Records, W-2s with his proper name on them.
Warden Samuel Norton: If you lot wanna indulge in this fantasy, that's your business concern. Don't make it mine. This meeting is over.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, if I ever leave, I'd never mention what happens hither. I'd exist just as indictable as y'all for laundering that money.
Warden Samuel Norton: [slams his fists on the tabular array] Don't you ever mention money to me again, y'all sorry son of a bitch. Not in this office, not anywhere.
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] Well?
Red: Well what?
Warden Samuel Norton: I see you two all the time, you're thick equally thieves, y'all are. He musta said *something*.
Blood-red: Honest, Warden, not a give-and-take.
Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, it's a miracle! Homo upwards and vanished similar a fart in the wind! Nothing left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Let's inquire her, maybe she knows.
Warden Samuel Norton: [to affiche] What say y'all there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking? Aw, judge not. Why should she be any different?
[hefting one of Andy's rocks]
Warden Samuel Norton: This is a conspiracy, that's what it is.
[throwing rocks]
Warden Samuel Norton: One... big... damn conspiracy! And everyone's in on it, including *her*!
[Throws a rock at the affiche, the rock goes right through it and they hear information technology clattering. Norton puts his arm through the torn affiche and rips it away from the wall, revealing Andy's escape tunnel]
Crimson: You're gonna fit correct in. Anybody in here is innocent, you know that? Heywood, what you in hither for?
Heywood: Didn't do information technology. Lawyer fucked me.
Carmine: [narrating, referring to Andy] I could come across why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a tranquillity way about him, a walk and a talk that just wasn't normal effectually 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. Yeah, I think information technology would be fair to say... I liked Andy from the start.
Captain Hadley: Dufresne!
[to Dekins]
Captain Hadley: That'south him. That's the one.
Guard Dekins: I'yard Dekins. I was thinking near setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations.
Andy Dufresne: Oh, I meet. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you lot accept a piece of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins...
Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And so Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, do you want your sons to go to Harvard... or Yale?"
Floyd: He didn't say that!
Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins but looked at him a 2nd and and so he laughed himself silly and afterwards he really shook Andy'due south paw.
Heywood: My ass.
Brooks: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I hateful all Andy needed was a conform and a tie and a footling jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you lot please.
Scarlet: Making a few friends, huh Andy?
Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides audio fiscal planning - it'due south a wonderful pet to have.
[Warden Norton finds the Bible in his rubber after Andy escapes and finds the message Andy left for him]
Andy Dufresne: Love Warden, You were correct. Salvation lay within.
[Norton flips through a couple of pages to find the outline of the rock hammer that was subconscious in the Book of Exodus within the Bible, and then drops it on the floor in stupor]
Andy Dufresne: Bad luck, I judge. It floats around. It's got to state on somebody. It was my turn, that'southward all. I was in the path of the tornado. I only didn't wait the storm would concluding equally long every bit information technology has.
[later on Tommy told the story of how he got arrested]
Andy Dufresne: Peradventure it's time you tried a new profession.
Tommy Williams: Huh?
Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, yous don't seem to exist a very good thief, maybe you should attempt something else.
Tommy Williams: Yeah, well, what the hell you lot know almost information technology, Capone? What are you lot in for?
Andy Dufresne: Me? My lawyer fucked me. Everybody's innocent in here. Don't you know that?
Fat Ass: You don't understand! I'thou not supposed to be here!
Inmates: Me neither! They run this identify similar a fucking prison!
Scarlet: Get decorated living or get busy dying. That's goddamn right!
Warden Samuel Norton: [afterward Andy escapes] I want him plant. Not tomorrow, not after breakfast - now!
Tommy Williams: And then I'm bankroll out the door, right, and I got the Boob tube, similar this; information technology was a big old affair, I couldn't see shit; suddenly I hear this vox, "Police, child, hands in the air." You know, I was standing there, holdin' on to that TV, so finally the voice says, "You hear what I said, male child?" And I say, "Yes sir, I sure did, but if I drop this fucking thing you got me on destruction of property too."
Fat Ass: I don't belong hither! I want to go home! I want my mother!
Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!
Warden Samuel Norton: [to new inmates, later on explaining the prison routine] Any questions?
Prisoner: When do we eat?
Captain Hadley: [Approaches prisoner] You eat when we say yous eat. You lot piss when we say you piss, and you shit when we say you shit. Y'all got that, you maggot dick motherfucker?
Red: [narrating] I must admit I didn't remember much of Andy start time I laid optics on him; looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man.
Red: [narrating] Two things never happened once more after that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy once more... and Bogs never walked once more. They transferred him to a minimum security hospital upstate. To my noesis, he lived out the rest of his days drinking his nutrient through a straw.
Andy Dufresne: Mr. Hadley, do you trust your married woman?
Captain Hadley: Oh that's funny. Yous're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.
Andy Dufresne: What I hateful is, practice you think she'd go behind your back and try to hamstring you lot?
Captain Hadley: That'southward it. Step aside Mert, this fucker's having himself an accident.
[grabs Dufresne and pushes him near the edge of the roof]
Heywood: He'due south gonna button him off the roof!
Andy Dufresne: Because if y'all practise trust her, there's no reason you can't go on that $35,000!
Captain Hadley: What did you 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: You ameliorate commencement making sense.
Andy Dufresne: If you want to keep all of that money, requite it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-fourth dimension-merely gift to your spouse for upwards to $60,000.
Captain Hadley: Bullshit! Revenue enhancement gratis?
Andy Dufresne: Tax costless. IRS can't touch on i cent.
Captain Hadley: You're that smart banker who killed his married woman, aren't yous? Why should I believe a smart banker similar you? So I can terminate upward in here with you?
Andy Dufresne: It's perfectly legal, become ask the IRS, they'll say the same thing. I really feel stupid telling you lot this, I'm certain yous would've investigated the matter yourself.
Captain Hadley: Yeah, fucking A'! I don't need a smart married woman-killing banker to tell me where the acquit shit in the buckwheat!
Andy Dufresne: Of form non. But yous do need someone to set upwards the revenue enhancement-free gift for y'all, and that'll cost you. A lawyer for example.
Captain Hadley: Agglomeration of ball-washing bastards!
Andy Dufresne: Right. I suppose I could set information technology up for y'all. That would save you some money. If you go the forms I'll prepare them for you, well-nigh free of charge. I'd only inquire three beers apiece for each of my co-workers.
Guard Mert: Ha! "Co-workers", get him that'due south rich own't it?
Andy Dufresne: I think a man working outdoors feels more like a man if he tin have a canteen of suds. That's simply my stance, sir.
Captain Hadley: [looks over at the residuum of Andy'due south co-workers] What are you lot Jimmies staring at? Back to work!
[Andy has asked Cerise to procure Rita Hayworth]
Andy Dufresne: Tin you become her?
Ruby: Take a few weeks.
Andy Dufresne: Weeks?
Red: Well yes, Andy. I don't have her stuffed downwards the front of my pants correct now, I'1000 sorry to say, but I'll get her. Relax!
Ruby-red: Ever carp you?
Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Red, I simply process the profits. Fine line, perchance, but I also built that library and used it to help a dozen guys get their high schoolhouse diploma. Why do you think the warden lets me do all that?
Red: To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.
Ruddy: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a ii-twelvemonth stretch for B&E. That's breaking & entering to you. Cops caught him sneaking Television receiver sets out the dorsum door of a JC Penney. Immature punk. Mr. Rock and Roll. Cocky as hell.
Tommy Williams: Hey, c'monday, former boys! Yous're movin' like molasses! Makin' me await bad!
Cherry: [narrating] We liked him immediately.
[subsequently Brooks held a pocketknife to Heywood's throat]
Andy Dufresne: I merely don't empathize what happened in there.
Heywood: Old man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse, is what.
Red: Oh Heywood, that'south enough out of yous!
Ernie: I heard he had you shittin' in your pants!
Heywood: Fuck you!
Cherry: Would you knock information technology off? Brooks ain't no issues. He's only... only institutionalized.
Heywood: Institutionalized, my ass.
Red: The homo's been in here 50 years, Heywood. Fifty years! This is all he knows. In here, he's an important homo. He'due south an educated man. Outside, he'due south nothin'! Only a used up con with arthritis in both hands.
Andy Dufresne: I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.
Red: I'm known to locate certain things from fourth dimension to time.
Ruby: [Narrating] There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'thousand the guy who can go if for you; cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that'south your thing, a canteen of brandy to gloat your child's loftier schoolhouse graduation, damn near annihilation inside reason. Yes sir, I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.
Helm Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood's neck]
Heywood: Hey, what nigh me? Crazy old fool goddamn near cut my throat!
Cherry-red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!
Warden Samuel Norton: [Referring to the Bible] Pleased to come across you lot reading this, any favorite passages?
Andy Dufresne: "Scout ye therefore: for ye know not when the principal of the house cometh."
Warden Samuel Norton: Mark 13:35, I've e'er liked that one, just I prefer "I am the calorie-free of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall take the lite of life."
Andy Dufresne: John eight:12
Heywood: [Andy has returned later lonely for the record playing stunt] Couldn't play somethin' good, huh? Hank Williams?
Andy Dufresne: [grinning] They bankrupt the door down before I could take requests.
Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?
Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's proper name in vain! I'm tellin' the warden!
Helm Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden about my baton up your ass!
Crimson: [narrating] Y'all could fence he'd done it to curry favor with the guards. Or, peradventure make a few friends among u.s. cons. Me, I remember he did it only to feel normal again, if only for a short while.
Red: [narrating] His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne price me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.
[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]
Red: This is the part I really like, when she does that shit with her hair.
[Warden Norton visits Andy in alone]
Warden Samuel Norton: I'm sure past now you've heard. Terrible thing. Man that young, less than a year to go, trying to escape... Broke Captain Hadley's middle to shoot him, truly information technology did. We only have to put it backside u.s.a.... move on.
Andy Dufresne: I'thousand done. Everything stops. Get someone else to run your scams.
Warden Samuel Norton: [icy] Nothing stops. Nothing... or you volition exercise the hardest time in that location is. No more protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that ane-bunk Hilton and cast you down with the Sodomites. Yous'll think you've been fucked by a train! And the library? Gone... sealed off, brick-past-brick. We'll have us a little volume charcoal-broil in the yard. They'll come across the flames for miles. We'll trip the light fantastic around it like wild Injuns! You understand me? Catching my drift?... Or am I beingness obtuse?
[beat]
Warden Samuel Norton: [to Hadley] Requite him another month to remember about it.
Captain Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till information technology's purple.
Heywood: Red? You saying Andy'due south innocent? I hateful *for existent* innocent?
Red: Yeah, information technology looks that way.
Heywood: Sugariness Jesus. How long'southward he been in here?
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 fabricated, I've paid for them and then some. That hotel, that boat... I don't think that'due south too much to ask.
Ruddy: Y'all shouldn't be doing this to yourself. This is just shitty pipe dreams. United mexican states is style downward there and you're in hither... and that'due south the way information technology is
Ruddy: [referring to Andy] The homo likes to play chess; let'southward get him some rocks.
Brooks: [to Andy] Son, six wardens take been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth: Not one of them built-in whose asshole wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you lot ask them for funds.
Helm Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in hither the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you lot will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
[Andy after Warden Norton refuses to entreatment his example]
Andy Dufresne: Information technology's my life. Don't you understand? IT'S MY LIFE!
[Crimson places his bet on Andy]
Red: That alpine drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.
Ruddy: [narrating] The following Apr Andy did tax returns for half the guards at Shawshank. Twelvemonth after that he did them all including the warden's. Year subsequently that they rescheduled the start of the intra-mural season to coincide with tax flavor. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W2s.
Andy Dufresne: Then Moresby prison issued yous your gun, but you lot actually had to pay for it.
Moresby Batter: Damn correct. The holster likewise.
Andy Dufresne: Y'all run across, that'southward taxation deductible, you tin write that off.
Red: Well, if it was a toothbrush I wouldn't inquire questions, I'd merely quote a price, but then a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't it?
Crimson: [to Andy, wondering when he'll be granted parole] Ane day, when I have a long gray beard and two or three marbles rollin' around upstairs, they'll allow me out.
Heywood: Hey, Fat Ass. Fat Donkey! Talk to me boy! I know you're in that location I tin can hear you breathin'. Don't you lot heed to these nitwits you hear me? This place own't so bad. Tell y'all what, I'll innovate yous effectually, make yous experience right at home. I know a couple of big one-time bull queers that'd just honey to make you're associate. Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.
Fat Donkey: God! I don't belong here! I want to get home!
Inmates: Nosotros have a winner!
Heywood: And it'due south Fatty Donkey by 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 yous that Andy fought the proficient fight, and the Sisters let him exist. I wish I could tell you that - but prison is no fairy-tale globe. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Things went on similar that for awhile - prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. Every so often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes non. And that's how it went for Andy - that was his routine. I do believe those first two years were the worst for him, and I as well believe that if things had gone on that way, this place would have got the best of him.
Reddish: [narrating] And that'south how it came to pass that on the second-to-final day of the chore, the captive coiffure that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morn drinking icy cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that e'er walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Captain Hadley: Potable upward while information technology's cold, ladies.
Blood-red: [narrating] The colossal prick even managed to audio magnanimous.
Caput Balderdash Haig: Dufresne? Become your ass out here boy, yous're property up the show!
[no answer]
Head Bull Haig: Don't brand me come down there or I'll thump your skull for you!
[Still no reply. Glaring, Haig stalks down the tier, clipboard in hand. His men fall in behind]
Head Bull Haig: Damn it, Dufresne, you're putting me behind! I got a schedule to continue! You better be sick or dead in there, I shit you not! You hear me?
[They go far at bars. Their faces go slack. Stunned. Softly]
Head Bull Haig: Oh my Holy God.
[the guards find the jail cell empty]
Andy Dufresne: I wonder if yous might get me a rock hammer
Crimson: What is it? And why?
Andy Dufresne: A rock hammer is nigh vi or seven inches long looks like a miniature Pickaxe
Red: Pickaxe?
Andy Dufresne: For rocks.
Carmine: 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 yous'd like to sink your into somebody's skull
Andy Dufresne: No I have no enemies here
Red: No? Wait a while discussion gets effectually full queers take by strength that's all they want or understand if I were you I'd grow eyes in the back of my caput
Andy Dufresne: Thanks for the communication
Ruby: That's complimentary, you sympathise my business organisation?
Andy Dufresne: If there'southward any problem I won't utilize the rock hammer
Crimson: I guess you'd want to escape? Tunnel under the wall
[Andy starts laughing]
Red: did I miss something? What's so funny?
Andy Dufresne: You'll sympathize when you lot run across the rock hammer
Ruby-red: What's an item like this ordinarily go for?
Andy Dufresne: Seven dollars in whatsoever rock and gem store
Ruby-red: My normal marker is xx per centum just this is a specialty item gamble goes up toll goes up allow'south make it an even ten bucks
Andy Dufresne: Ten it is
Cerise: Waste of money if y'all ask me
Andy Dufresne: Why'due south that?
Red: Folks around this joint honey surprise inspections if they find you're going to lose it, if they do catch you with information technology you don't know me, you mention my name we never do business again non for a shoe lace or a stick of glue you got that?
Andy Dufresne: I empathize thank you Mr.?
Blood-red: "Blood-red", my name'due south Blood-red
Red: [narrating] But 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 factory 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 particular - and May is one damn fine month to be working outdoors.
[Playing checkers]
Ruddy: King me.
Andy Dufresne: Chess. At present in that location'southward a game of kings.
Scarlet: What?
Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic...
Red: ...and a total fuckin' mystery. I detest information technology.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to Fat Ass] What was his proper noun?
Heywood: What did you say?
Andy Dufresne: I was just wondering if anybody knew his proper name.
Heywood: Fuck do you care, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' matter what his name was. He'south dead.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to the land government denying his repeated requests to provide funding to build a library] They can't ignore me forever.
Warden Samuel Norton: Certain can. But you lot write your messages if it makes you happy, I'll even mail them for, how's thay?
Andy Dufresne: Thirty years. Jesus, when you say information technology like that...
Cherry: ...You wonder where it went.
[Tommy receives a letter from the Board of Education]
Cherry: Y'all gonna open it, or stand there with your thumb up your butt?
Tommy Williams: Thumb up my butt sounds ameliorate.
Heywood: [sizing upward the new inmates] I own't seen such a distressing 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 you lot how the score comes out
[crumbles examination paper]
Tommy Williams: . Ii POINTS! THERE'S YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on trees, v times five is 20-5.
[shouts]
Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK IT!
[Smacks book off the library table, and stormed out]
Ruby: [subsequently lights out and the guards walk out of the main area]
[Narrating]
Crimson: I recall my first night, seems like a long time agone.
Prisoner: Yoo-hoo. Large fish. Fish, fish, fish, fishie?
[the others first talking quietly, trying to taunt the newcomers]
Some other Prisoner: Poke your ass out hither! Give me a first look!
Another Prisoner: Shhh. Keep it down.
Red: [Narrating] The boys always go fishing with start-timers, and they don't stop until they reel one in.
Heywood: [Quietly] Hey, fat ass. Fat ass. Talk to me boy.
[Cut to a shot of him quietly sobbing]
Heywood: I know you're in that location. I can hear you lot breathing. Now, don't y'all mind to these nit-wits, ya hear me? This identify own't and then bad. Tell you what. I'll introduce you effectually. Make you lot experience right at dwelling house. I know a couple of large bull queers that would just dearest to make your acquaintance, especially that big white mushy butt of yours.
Fat Ass: [Cracks] God! I don't vest hither!
Inmates: We have a winner! It's the fat guy!
Fat Donkey: I wanna go home!
Heywood: [Announcing] And it's fat ass by a nose!
[Starts the chant]
Heywood: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Inmates: [Chant and clap] Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Fat Ass: [Comes up to the bars] I don't belong here! I wanna go dwelling! I desire my momma!
Prisoner: I had your mother! She wasn't that cracking!
Captain Hadley: [Storms in with his guys] What the Christ is this happy equus caballus shit?
Another Prisoner: [as everyone quiets down] He took the Lord'south name in vain. I'm telling the warden.
Captain Hadley: You'll be telling him well-nigh my baton up your ass!
Fatty Donkey: [as Hadley comes up to his cell] You gotta let me out! Yous gotta!
Captain Hadley: What is your major malfunction, y'all fatty barrel of monkey spunk?
Fat Ass: Delight! I ain't supposed to be hither! Not me!
Helm Hadley: [Non i ounce of sympathy] I ain'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 lot a lullaby!
Heywood: [Nether his breath] Close up, homo. Shut up.
Fatty Ass: [Crying and pleading] Please! There'south been a mistake! You don't understand! I'm 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 torso and head with his billy, then knocks him out with i last boot to his head]
[to the residue of the inmates]
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 last motherfucker in hither!
[Quietly to his men]
Helm Hadley: Call the trustees to take that tub of shit downwards to the infirmary.
Crimson: 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'southward got scams you haven't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. In that location's a river of dirty money running through this place.
Red: 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 aqueduct it, filter it, funnel it. Stocks, securities, tax-complimentary municipals. I send that money out into the real earth and when it comes back...
Red: Clean as a virgin's honeypot, huh?
Andy Dufresne: Cleaner. By the fourth dimension Norton retires, I'll have made him a millionaire.
Bank Manager: I must say, I'm sorry to be losing your business. I hope you'll savor living abroad.
Andy Dufresne: Thank yous. I'thou sure I will.
Bank Teller: Here's your cashier's check, sir. Will there be annihilation else?
Andy Dufresne: Please. Would you lot add this to your outgoing mail?
Banking company Teller: I'd be happy to.
Andy Dufresne: Good day, sir.
Bank Managing director: Farewell.
Ruby-red: Mr. Stevens visited about a dozen banks in the Portland area that morn. All told, he blew boondocks with more than $370,000 of Warden Norton's money. Severance pay for nineteen years.
Heywood: Reddish! I got one! I got one, wait!
Red: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. And it own't alabaster, either.
[...]
Heywood: Then what the hell is information technology?
Cherry-red: A horse apple.
Heywood: Bullshit!
Carmine: Horseshit. Petrified.
Heywood: [breaks information technology open] Oh, Jesus Chr... God damn!
Heywood: [talking virtually Fat Ass] Hey Tyrell. Yous pulling infirmary duty this calendar week?
Tyrell: [nods] Yeah.
Heywood: How's that winning horse of mine doing?
Tyrell: Dead. Hadley busted up his head pretty good. Doc went habitation for the nighttime. 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 being dragged away past prison guards, referring to the warden denying his freedom, intentionally doubting his innocence, therefore preventing him from being released] It'due south my life.
Andy Dufresne: ...or come up to call up of it, I suppose I could fix information technology up for yous. That would save yous some coin. I'll write down the forms you need, you tin pick them up, and I'll set up them for your signature... nearly complimentary of charge... I'd merely inquire three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I retrieve a human working outdoors feels more like a human being if he can have a canteen of suds. That'due south merely my stance.
Andy Dufresne: [to Ruby] I empathise you're a man 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 it upwardly! Dufresne, open up this door! Turn that off!
[Andy acts similar he is going to do as he says]
Warden Samuel Norton: I am warning y'all Dufresne, Plough THAT OFF!
[Andy turns up the volume instead, so Hadley comes to the door]
Helm Hadley: Dufresne...
[taps on the door with the club]
Captain Hadley: ... come up on down.
[Andy does nil, 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 large shot lawyer calls me long altitude from Texas. I say "Yes?" He says, "Pitiful to inform you, but your brother just died."
Guard Mert: Oh damn, Byron, I'm sorry to hear that.
Captain Hadley: I'm not, he was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him dead for anyway. And so anyway this lawyer beau says to me: "Your brother died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.
[$9,670,083 in 2022 dollars]
Guard Mert: A million bucks?
Captain Hadley: Yeah, fuckin' incredible how lucky some assholes get.
Guard Mert: Gees louise, you lot gonna run across whatsoever of that?
Captain Hadley: Thirty-five thousand.
[$338,453 in 2014]
Captain Hadley: That's what he left me.
Baby-sit Mert: Holy shit, that'southward cracking! That's like winning the sweepstakes.
[Hadley gives him a look]
Guard Mert: Isn't it?
Captain Hadley: Dumb shit, what do you think the government's gonna do to me? Take a big wet bite out of my ass is what.
Heywood: [subsequently thinking Andy might commit suicide in prison] Oh, man, Andy came downwardly by me and asked for a rope.
Snooze: And you gave information technology to him.
Floyd: Takin' bets today, Red?
Carmine: Smokes or coins, amend's pick.
Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for two.
Red: All right, who'due south your horse?
Floyd: That footling sack o' shit. 8th, eighth from the front. He'll be first.
Heywood: Aw, bullshit. I'll phone call that action. You out some smokes, son, let me tell yous!
Floyd: Well, Heywood, you so smart, you telephone call information technology!
Heywood: I'll take the chubby fat-ass there. 5th from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.
[first lines]
District Attorney: Mr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation y'all had with your married woman the night that she was murdered.
Andy Dufresne: It was very biting. 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'southward a fine morning, own't it? You know why it's a fine morning, don't ya? Come up on, set 'em down. I want 'em all lined upwardly, just similar a pretty piddling chorus line.
[the cons pull out cigarettes and hand them over to Heywood, who lines them up in front of him. He takes a long whiff]
Heywood: Ah, yes. Richmond, Virginia.
Floyd: Odour my ass.
Red: [repeated lines to the parole lath during his hearing when asked if he feels rehabilitated] Oh yes sir, admittedly sir, I mean I've learned my lesson. I tin can honestly say I'm a "inverse man", no longer a danger to social club here, and that'southward the God'due south honest truth.
Ruddy: Andy was as good as his word. He wrote ii messages a week instead of one. In 1959 the country senate finally clued in to the fact they couldn't buy him off with just a two-hundred-dollar bank check. Appropriations committee voted an annual payment of five hundred dollars just to shut him up. And you'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.
[Bogs sizes Andy upward]
Bogs Diamond: Hey, anybody come at you lot yet? Everyone get to you 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... Hard to go. I similar that...
Andy Dufresne: [reading letter of the alphabet] "... We trust this will make full your needs. Please stop sending united states of america letters."
Captain Hadley: I desire all this cleaned up before the warden gets back.
Andy Dufresne: Yessir.
Baby-sit Wiley: [after Hadley has left] Good for you, Andy.
Andy Dufresne: Wow. It only took six years. From now on, I'll write two letters a week instead of i.
Guard Wiley: I believe you're crazy enough...
Andy Dufresne: My wife used to say I'm a hard human being to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time...
Reddish: That don't brand you a murderer. Bad husband, maybe. Y'all tin can feel bad most it if you want to, but 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 y'all're a man who knows how to get things.
Red: [repeated lines to each other] I'k known to locate certain things from time to fourth dimension.
District Chaser: [his endmost statement] Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the bear witness: you know all the facts. We have the accused at the scene of the criminal offense, we have footprints, tire tracks, we take bullets thrown on the ground with his finger prints, broken bourdon bottle, likewise with fingerprints, and most of all, we have a beautiful immature woman and her lover lying expressionless in each other's arms. They... had sinned, but was their crime so corking as to merit a capital punishment? while you think near, think well-nigh this: a revolver holds six bullets, not 8, 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 brutal cold-blooded nature. Considering this, iv bullets per victim, non 6 shots fired just viii, that means he fired the gun empty, and then stopped to reload, so that he could shoot each of them again: an extra bullet per lover: right in the caput
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