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Andy Dufresne: [to Cerise] I guess information technology comes downwardly to a simple choice, really. Go decorated living, or get busy dying.

Andy Dufresne: [referring to Andy using an alias to launder coin for the warden] If they ever endeavor to trace any of those accounts, they're gonna cease upwards chasing a figment of my imagination.

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

Andy Dufresne: Yeah. The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest human, straight every bit an arrow. I had to come to prison to exist a crook.

Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Call back Blood-red, hope is a good affair, perchance the best of things, and no good thing e'er dies.

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

Red: [narrating] Sometimes it makes me sad, though... Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just besides vivid. And when they wing abroad, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you alive in is that much more than drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

1967 Parole Hearings Human: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served 40 years of a life sentence. Practice you feel you've been rehabilitated?

Blood-red: Rehabilitated? Well, at present let me see. You know, I don't accept whatsoever idea what that ways.

1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that you lot're gear up to rejoin society...

Red: I know what you think it ways, sonny. To me, it's just a fabricated up give-and-take. A pol's word, so young fellas similar yourself can habiliment a suit and a tie, 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?

Reddish: There'due south non a 24-hour interval goes by I don't experience regret. Non considering I'm in here, because you think I should. I expect back on the way I was then: a immature, stupid kid who committed that terrible offense. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. Merely I can't. That kid'south long gone, and this erstwhile man is all that'south left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It'southward merely a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my fourth dimension. Considering to tell you the truth, I don't requite a shit.

Red: [narrating] I take no thought to this day what those ii Italian ladies were singing most. Truth is, I don't desire to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart anguish considering of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than everyone in a grayness place dares to dream. It was similar some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve abroad, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt complimentary.

[last lines]

Cerise: [narrating] I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my caput. I retrieve information technology'south the excitement only a free man tin feel, a free man at the first of a long journey whose determination is uncertain. I promise I can make it across the edge. I hope to meet my friend and milkshake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blueish as it has been in my dreams. I promise.

Ruddy: [to Andy] Permit me tell you lot something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Oasis't you ever felt that way about music?

Red: I played a hateful harmonica every bit a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.

Andy Dufresne: Here's where it makes the most sense. You need information technology so you lot don't forget.

Ruby-red: Forget?

Andy Dufresne: Forget that... at that place are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That at that place's something within... that they tin't go to, that they tin't touch. That'southward yours.

Red: What're you talking near?

Andy Dufresne: Hope.

Carmine: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I tin can't squeeze a drop without say-so.

Red: [after being denied parole as he expected] Same old shit, unlike solar day

Red: These walls are funny. Offset y'all hate 'em, then you go used to 'em. Enough time passes, you become so you depend on them. That's institutionalized.

Heywood: Shit. I could never go like that.

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

Red: Goddamn right. They transport you here for life, and that's exactly what they take. The function that counts, anyway.

Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...

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

Heywood: ...past Alexandree Dumb-ass. Dumb-ass.

Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass? "Dumas". Yous know what it's about? You'll similar it, it's well-nigh a prison suspension.

Cherry-red: We oughta file that under "Educational" too, oughten nosotros?

Andy Dufresne: What near you? What are you in here for?

Ruby: Murder, aforementioned as you lot.

Andy Dufresne: Innocent?

Red: [shakes his head] Only guilty man in Shawshank.

Ruby: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd like to think that the last 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 move on the outside. I saw an machine once when I was a kid, just at present they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I endeavor to keep upwards, only my hands injure near of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes later on work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just evidence up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he'southward doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams similar I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should go me a gun and rob the Foodway and so they'd send me dwelling house. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm also old 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 uncertainty they'll kick up whatever fuss. Non for an old crook similar me. P.Southward: Tell Heywood I'm sad I put a knife to his pharynx. No difficult 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, Ruddy. I didn't pull the trigger, but I collection her abroad. And that's why she died, considering of me.

Carmine: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison apparel, a bar of lather, and an old stone hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I recall thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice historic period here, one thousand thousand years of mount edifice in that location. Geology is the written report of pressure level and time. That's all it takes really, force per unit area, and time. That, and a large goddamn poster. Like I said, in prison house a man will do about anything to proceed his listen occupied. Turns out Andy'southward favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise k, a scattering at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here just about long plenty. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards but didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you lot 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 merely don't desire to. Five hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of one-half a mile.

Red: [referring to the possibility of Andy committing suicide] I don't know; every man has his breaking indicate.

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

Ruddy: Zihuatanejo.

Andy Dufresne: I could utilise a good man to aid me get my project on wheels. I'll continue an eye out for you and the chessboard set. Call up, Red, hope is a good affair, maybe the best of things, and no adept thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you lot well. Your friend. Andy.

Red: [narrating] The offset nighttime's the toughest, no doubt well-nigh it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, pare burning and half bullheaded from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put yous in that jail cell... and those bars slam abode... that'southward when you lot know information technology's for real. A whole life diddled away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think most information technology.

Ruby-red: [narrating] We sat and drank with the lord's day on our shoulders and felt similar gratuitous men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our ain houses. We were the lords of all creation. Every bit for Andy - he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a foreign lilliputian smile on his face, watching u.s.a. drink his beer.

Andy Dufresne: I have no enemies here.

Blood-red: Yeah? Wait a while. Word gets around. The Sisters accept taken quite a likin' to you. Especially Bogs.

Andy Dufresne: I don't suppose information technology would assistance if I told them that I'chiliad not homosexual.

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

Red: [narrating] Not long after the warden deprived usa of his company, I got a postcard in the post. It was blank, merely the postmark said Fort Hancock, Texas. Fort Hancock... right on the border. That's where Andy crossed. When I picture him heading south in his own machine with the height down, it always makes me express mirth. Andy Dufresne... who crawled through a river of shit and came out make clean on the other side. Andy Dufresne... headed for the Pacific.

Andy Dufresne: Ruby. If you ever get out of hither, do me a favor.

Crimson: Sure, Andy. Anything.

Andy Dufresne: There's a big hayfield up nearly Buxton. You know where Buxton is?

Blood-red: Well, there's... in that location's a lot of hayfields upwards at that place.

Andy Dufresne: One in item. It'southward got a long stone wall with a big oak tree at the n end. It'due south similar something out of a Robert Frost poem. It'southward where I asked my married woman to ally me. We went there for a picnic and made dearest under that oak and I asked and she said yep. Hope me, Carmine. If you lot e'er go out... find that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll detect 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 have.

Red: What, Andy? What's buried under there?

Andy Dufresne: [turns to walk away] Y'all'll have to pry it up... to see.

Crimson: [narrating] There'due south a harsh truth to face. No style I'm gonna brand information technology on the outside. All I practise anymore is think of means to break my parole, and then maybe they'd transport me back. Terrible affair, to live in fearfulness. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all besides well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only one thing stops me. A promise I fabricated to Andy.

Andy Dufresne: Yous know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?

Cherry: No.

Andy Dufresne: They say information technology has no memory. That's where I desire to live the rest of my life. A warm identify with no memory.

Commune Attorney: And that also is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?

Andy Dufresne: Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.

Warden Samuel Norton: [to the new inmates] I believe in 2 things: subject and the Bible. Hither y'all'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're gonna swallow what I give ya to swallow. And after you eat mine you're gonna swallow Rooster's cause ya done broke his olfactory organ and I think he oughta accept something to show for information technology.

Andy Dufresne: Anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose.

Bogs Diamond: Naw, y'all don't understand. You do that and I'll put all eight inches of steel in your ear.

Andy Dufresne: All correct. Just you should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to seize with teeth downwardly hard. 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 it. You know how to read, y'all ignorant fuck?

Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy tells him Tommy could prove Andy's innocence] I take to say that'southward the most amazing story I've e'er heard. What amazes me most is that you were taken in by it.

Andy Dufresne: [Confused by 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 lot upwardly. He's immature, non terribly bright. Information technology's non surprising he wouldn't know what a state he put you in.

Andy Dufresne: Sir, he'due south telling the truth.

Warden Samuel Norton: Well, let's say for the moment this Blatch does exist. Yous think he'd merely autumn to his knees and cry "Yeah, I did it, I confess! Oh, and by the way, add a life term to my sentence."

Andy Dufresne: You know that wouldn't matter. With Tommy's testimony I can go a new trial.

Warden Samuel Norton: That's assuming Blatch is even so there. Chances are splendid he'd be released past now.

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

Warden Samuel Norton: [Shakes his head]

Andy Dufresne: How can y'all be so obtuse?

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

Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is information technology deliberate?

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

Andy Dufresne: The country order will have his old fourth dimension cards. Records, Westward-2s with his proper name on them.

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

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

Warden Samuel Norton: [slams his fists on the table] Don't you ever mention money to me again, you distressing son of a bitch. Not in this role, non anywhere.

Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] Well?

Red: Well what?

Warden Samuel Norton: I see y'all two all the time, you're thick every bit thieves, you are. He musta said *something*.

Red: Honest, Warden, non a word.

Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, information technology'south a miracle! Human being up and vanished like a fart in the current of air! Nothing left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Allow's inquire her, mayhap she knows.

Warden Samuel Norton: [to poster] What say you there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking? Aw, guess not. Why should she be any dissimilar?

[hefting one of Andy's rocks]

Warden Samuel Norton: This is a conspiracy, that'southward what it is.

[throwing rocks]

Warden Samuel Norton: One... large... damn conspiracy! And anybody'southward in on information technology, including *her*!

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

Red: [narrating, referring to Andy] I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a serenity way nigh him, a walk and a talk that simply wasn't normal around here. He strolled, similar a man in a park without a intendance or a worry in the earth, like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place. Yep, I think information technology would exist fair to say... I liked Andy from the start.

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

Heywood: Didn't do information technology. Lawyer fucked me.

Andy Dufresne: Bad luck, I guess. It floats around. It's got to state on somebody. Information technology was my plough, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado. I just didn't expect the tempest would final as long every bit it has.

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

Andy Dufresne: Dear Warden, You were right. Salvation lay inside.

[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, and then drops information technology on the flooring in daze]

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

Andy Dufresne: Perhaps information technology'south time you tried a new profession.

Tommy Williams: Huh?

Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, you don't seem to exist a very good thief, maybe you should try something else.

Tommy Williams: Yes, well, what the hell y'all know almost information technology, Capone? What are you in for?

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

Captain Hadley: Dufresne!

[to Dekins]

Captain Hadley: That's him. That's the 1.

Guard Dekins: I'1000 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 y'all have a slice of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins...

Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And so Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, exercise y'all want your sons to go to Harvard... or Yale?"

Floyd: He didn't say that!

Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins just looked at him a second and then he laughed himself silly and after he actually shook Andy's hand.

Heywood: My ass.

Brooks: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I mean all Andy needed was a suit and a tie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you lot delight.

Red: Making a few friends, huh Andy?

Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'yard a convicted murderer who provides audio financial planning - information technology'due south a wonderful pet to accept.

Fat Donkey: You don't sympathize! I'm not supposed to be here!

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

Ruby: Get busy living or go busy dying. That'southward goddamn right!

Fatty Ass: I don't belong here! I want to go home! I want my mother!

Some other Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!

Warden Samuel Norton: [to new inmates, later on explaining the prison house routine] Whatever questions?

Prisoner: When practice we consume?

Captain Hadley: [Approaches prisoner] You eat when we say you eat. You lot piss when we say you piss, and you shit when we say you shit. You got that, you maggot dick motherfucker?

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

Tommy Williams: So I'm backing out the door, correct, and I got the TV, like this; it was a big one-time thing, I couldn't run into shit; suddenly I hear this phonation, "Law, child, hands in the air." You know, I was standing there, holdin' on to that TV, so finally the voice says, "You lot hear what I said, male child?" And I say, "Yep sir, I sure did, but if I drop this fucking thing you lot got me on destruction of property too."

Crimson: [narrating] I must admit I didn't recollect much of Andy kickoff time I laid eyes on him; looked like a stiff breeze would accident him over. That was my first impression of the man.

Ruby-red: [narrating] Ii things never happened again subsequently that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy once more... and Bogs never walked once again. They transferred him to a minimum security infirmary upstate. To my knowledge, he lived out the rest of his days drinking his nutrient through a harbinger.

Andy Dufresne: Mr. Hadley, do you trust your married woman?

Helm Hadley: Oh that'south funny. You're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.

Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, do you lot think she'd get behind your back and try to hamstring yous?

Captain Hadley: That's it. Footstep aside Mert, this fucker'due south having himself an accident.

[grabs Dufresne and pushes him near the edge of the roof]

Heywood: He's gonna button him off the roof!

Andy Dufresne: Because if you do trust her, there'south no reason yous tin't keep that $35,000!

Helm Hadley: What did you say?

Andy Dufresne: $35,000.

Helm Hadley: $35,000?

Andy Dufresne: All of it.

Helm Hadley: All of information technology?

Andy Dufresne: Every penny.

Captain Hadley: You better start making sense.

Andy Dufresne: If you desire to keep all of that money, requite it to your wife. The IRS allows a sometime-only gift to your spouse for upward to $lx,000.

Helm Hadley: Bullshit! Taxation free?

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

Helm Hadley: You're that smart banker who killed his wife, aren't you? Why should I believe a smart broker similar you? So I tin can stop upward in here with you?

Andy Dufresne: It'due south perfectly legal, go enquire the IRS, they'll say the aforementioned thing. I really feel stupid telling you lot this, I'm sure you would've investigated the thing yourself.

Captain Hadley: Yes, fucking A'! I don't need a smart married woman-killing banker to tell me where the bear shit in the buckwheat!

Andy Dufresne: Of course non. But yous practice need someone to gear up the tax-costless gift for you, and that'll cost you lot. A lawyer for example.

Captain Hadley: Bunch of ball-washing bastards!

Andy Dufresne: Right. I suppose I could set it up for y'all. That would save yous some coin. If you get the forms I'll prepare them for y'all, nearly free of accuse. I'd simply ask 3 beers apiece for each of my co-workers.

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

Andy Dufresne: I think a man working outdoors feels more similar a man if he tin accept a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion, sir.

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

[Andy has asked Ruby-red to procure Rita Hayworth]

Andy Dufresne: Can you get her?

Crimson: Accept a few weeks.

Andy Dufresne: Weeks?

Crimson: Well yeah, Andy. I don't take her stuffed down the front end of my pants right at present, I'1000 sorry to say, only I'll get her. Relax!

Red: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a two-year stretch for B&E. That'due south breaking & entering to you. Cops caught him sneaking Television set sets out the dorsum door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Stone and Roll. Cocky as hell.

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

Red: [narrating] We liked him immediately.

[subsequently Brooks held a knife to Heywood's throat]

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

Heywood: Old homo's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse, is what.

Cherry: Oh Heywood, that's plenty out of yous!

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

Heywood: Fuck y'all!

Red: Would you knock it off? Brooks ain't no problems. He's just... but institutionalized.

Heywood: Institutionalized, my ass.

Ruby: The man's been in hither fifty years, Heywood. Fifty years! This is all he knows. In hither, he's an important homo. He's an educated man. Outside, he's nothin'! Merely a used upward con with arthritis in both easily.

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

Red: I'm known to locate sure things from time to fourth dimension.

Red: [Narrating] There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'k the guy who tin can become if for you; cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that's your thing, a canteen of brandy to gloat your kid's high school graduation, damn near anything within reason. Yes sir, I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.

Red: Ever bother yous?

Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Ruddy, I just process the profits. Fine line, perhaps, but I also congenital that library and used information technology to help a dozen guys get their high school diploma. Why exercise you lot recollect the warden lets me exercise all that?

Scarlet: To go on you lot happy and doing the laundry. Coin instead of sheets.

Warden Samuel Norton: [Referring to the Bible] Pleased to see you lot reading this, any favorite passages?

Andy Dufresne: "Lookout man ye therefore: for ye know not when the master of the house cometh."

Warden Samuel Norton: Mark xiii:35, I've always liked that one, simply I prefer "I am the lite of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall take the light of life."

Andy Dufresne: John eight:12

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

Andy Dufresne: [smiling] They broke the door downward earlier I could take requests.

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

Red: [narrating] You lot could debate he'd washed it to curry favor with the guards. Or, maybe make a few friends among the states cons. Me, I think he did information technology just to feel normal again, if simply for a short while.

[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood'due south cervix]

Heywood: Hey, what about me? Crazy erstwhile fool goddamn near cut my throat!

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

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

Helm Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till information technology's purple.

Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?

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

Helm Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden about my billy upwardly your ass!

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 gunkhole... I don't call back that'south too much to ask.

Scarlet: You shouldn't be doing this to yourself. This is merely shitty piping dreams. United mexican states is way downwards there and you're in hither... and that's the style it is

[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]

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

[Warden Norton visits Andy in lonely]

Warden Samuel Norton: I'm sure past now you've heard. Terrible matter. Human being that young, less than a yr to go, trying to escape... Bankrupt Captain Hadley's eye to shoot him, truly information technology did. We just have to put it behind us... movement on.

Andy Dufresne: I'm done. Everything stops. Get someone else to run your scams.

Warden Samuel Norton: [icy] Nothing stops. Nothing... or y'all volition exercise the hardest fourth dimension at that place is. No more than protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that 1-bunk Hilton and bandage you down with the Sodomites. You lot'll recollect y'all've been fucked by a train! And the library? Gone... sealed off, brick-by-brick. Nosotros'll have united states a fiddling book barbecue in the yard. They'll see the flames for miles. We'll dance around it like wild Injuns! Yous understand me? Catching my drift?... Or am I being obtuse?

[shell]

Warden Samuel Norton: [to Hadley] Requite him another month to think nigh it.

Brooks: [to Andy] Son, half dozen wardens have 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 y'all ask them for funds.

Captain Hadley: If I hear then much as a mouse fart in hither the residual of the nighttime I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every concluding motherfucker in here.

Heywood: Ruby? You proverb Andy's innocent? I mean *for real* innocent?

Cerise: Yeah, it looks that mode.

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

Red: Since '47, what is that... xix years.

[Andy after Warden Norton refuses to appeal his case]

Andy Dufresne: Information technology'due south my life. Don't you lot understand? It'S MY LIFE!

Red: [referring to Andy] The human being likes to play chess; let's get him some rocks.

[Crimson places his bet on Andy]

Red: That alpine drinkable of water with the silver spoon upwards his ass.

Red: [narrating] The post-obit April Andy did tax returns for half the guards at Shawshank. Year after that he did them all including the warden'due south. Yr after that they rescheduled the start of the intra-landscape flavor to coincide with taxation flavour. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W2s.

Andy Dufresne: And then Moresby prison issued you lot your gun, but you actually had to pay for information technology.

Moresby Batter: Damn right. The holster likewise.

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

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

Heywood: Hey, Fat Donkey. Fat Donkey! Talk to me boy! I know you're there I can hear you breathin'. Don't you listen to these nitwits you hear me? This place ain't so bad. Tell you what, I'll innovate you around, make you feel right at domicile. I know a couple of big quondam balderdash queers that'd just love to make you lot're associate. Particularly that large, white, mushy barrel of yours.

Fat Ass: God! I don't belong here! I desire to get dwelling house!

Inmates: We have a winner!

Heywood: And information technology's Fat Ass by a nose!

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

Red: [narrating] I wish I could tell you that Andy fought the good fight, and the Sisters permit him be. I wish I could tell y'all that - just prison house is no fairy-tale earth. He never said who did information technology, merely we all knew. Things went on like that for awhile - prison life consists of routine, and and so more than routine. Every so ofttimes, Andy would show upwardly with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes not. And that's how it went for Andy - that was his routine. I do believe those first two years were the worst for him, and I too believe that if things had gone on that way, this place would take got the best of him.

Red: [narrating] And that'south how information technology came to pass that on the 2nd-to-last twenty-four hours of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of 40-ix wound upwards sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning drinking icy cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that e'er walked a plough at Shawshank State Prison house.

Captain Hadley: Drink up while it's common cold, ladies.

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

Red: Well, if information technology was a toothbrush I wouldn't ask questions, I'd merely quote a price, but so a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't it?

Head Bull Haig: Dufresne? Become your ass out here boy, yous're holding upwards the evidence!

[no respond]

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

[Even so no answer. Glaring, Haig stalks down the tier, clipboard in hand. His men fall in behind]

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

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

Head Bull Haig: Oh my Holy God.

[the guards find the cell empty]

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

Red: What is it? And why?

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

Reddish: Pickaxe?

Andy Dufresne: For rocks.

Ruby: For rocks?

Andy Dufresne: I'grand from a rock hound at to the lowest degree I was in my old life I'd similar to exist again on a express ground

Red: Or possibly you'd similar to sink your into somebody's skull

Andy Dufresne: No I have no enemies here

Ruby-red: No? Expect a while word gets effectually full queers take by strength that's all they want or understand if I were you I'd grow eyes in the dorsum of my caput

Andy Dufresne: Thanks for the advice

Cherry-red: That'south free, you understand my concern?

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

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

[Andy starts laughing]

Red: did I miss something? What's so funny?

Andy Dufresne: You'll empathise when you see the stone hammer

Red: What'due south an item like this commonly become for?

Andy Dufresne: Vii dollars in any rock and gem shop

Red: My normal marking is twenty percent but this is a specialty item risk goes up price goes up let's brand it an fifty-fifty ten bucks

Andy Dufresne: X it is

Red: Waste matter of money if yous ask me

Andy Dufresne: Why's that?

Ruby: Folks around this joint beloved surprise inspections if they discover you're going to lose it, if they practise catch you with it you don't know me, you mention my name we never do business again not for a shoe lace or a stick of gum you lot got that?

Andy Dufresne: I sympathize give thanks yous Mr.?

Red: "Red", my proper name's Carmine

Ruby: [narrating] But then, in the spring 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 lot know, special detail carries with it special privileges.

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

[Playing checkers]

Red: Rex me.

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

Red: What?

Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic...

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

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

Heywood: What did you say?

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

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

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

Warden Samuel Norton: Certain tin. Only yous write your letters if it makes you happy, I'll even mail them for, how's thay?

Andy Dufresne: Thirty years. Jesus, when you say information technology similar that...

Red: ...You wonder where it went.

[Tommy receives a letter from the Board of Education]

Scarlet: You gonna open up it, or stand there with your pollex upward your butt?

Tommy Williams: Pollex up my butt sounds better.

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

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

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

[crumbles test paper]

Tommy Williams: . Ii POINTS! THERE'S YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on copse, five times v is xx-five.

[shouts]

Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK Information technology!

[Smacks volume off the library table, and stormed out]

Red: [after lights out and the guards walk out of the main surface area]

[Narrating]

Reddish: I remember my first dark, seems like a long time ago.

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

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

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

Another Prisoner: Shhh. Keep information technology down.

Red: [Narrating] The boys always go angling with offset-timers, and they don't stop until they reel i in.

Heywood: [Quietly] Hey, fat ass. Fat donkey. Talk to me boy.

[Cut to a shot of him quietly sobbing]

Heywood: I know you're there. I tin can hear you lot breathing. Now, don't you listen to these nit-wits, ya hear me? This identify own't so bad. Tell y'all what. I'll innovate you around. Make you feel right at home. I know a couple of large bull queers that would just honey to brand your acquaintance, especially that big white mushy butt of yours.

Fat Ass: [Cracks] God! I don't belong here!

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

Fat Ass: I wanna get dwelling!

Heywood: [Announcing] And information technology's fatty ass by a nose!

[Starts the chant]

Heywood: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

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

Fatty Ass: [Comes upwards to the bars] I don't belong hither! I wanna go home! I want my momma!

Prisoner: I had your mother! She wasn't that smashing!

Helm Hadley: [Storms in with his guys] What the Christ is this happy horse shit?

Another Prisoner: [every bit anybody quiets down] He took the Lord's name in vain. I'g telling the warden.

Captain Hadley: Yous'll be telling him about my baton up your ass!

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

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

Fatty Donkey: Please! I ain't supposed to be hither! Not me!

Captain Hadley: [Non one ounce of sympathy] I own't going to count to iii! I'1000 not even going to count to one! You lot will shut the FUCK up, or I'll sing you a lullaby!

Heywood: [Under his breath] Shut up, human. Close up.

Fat Donkey: [Crying and pleading] Please! There's been a mistake! Yous don't understand! I'm not supposed to be hither!

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

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

Captain Hadley: [Once his jail cell door is open, he drags him out and beats him severely in the trunk and caput with his billy, so knocks him out with one last kick to his head]

[to the balance of the inmates]

Helm Hadley: If I hear so much every bit a mouse fart in here the residuum of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you volition all visit the infirmary! Every last motherfucker in here!

[Quietly to his men]

Helm Hadley: Call the trustees to have that tub of shit down to the infirmary.

Cherry: 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 oasis't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. There'south a river of dirty money running through this place.

Cerise: Aye, simply the problem with having all that money is sooner or later, you're gonna take to explain where it came from.

Andy Dufresne: Well, that's where I come up in. I channel it, filter it, funnel it. Stocks, securities, tax-complimentary municipals. I transport that money out into the existent world and when information technology comes back...

Crimson: Clean as a virgin's honeypot, huh?

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

Bank Managing director: I must say, I'one thousand sorry to be losing your business concern. I hope you'll savor living abroad.

Andy Dufresne: Give thanks you. I'm sure I will.

Bank Teller: Here'south your cashier'southward check, sir. Will at that place be anything else?

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

Bank Teller: I'd be happy to.

Andy Dufresne: Good day, sir.

Depository financial institution Managing director: Adieu.

Scarlet: Mr. Stevens visited nearly a dozen banks in the Portland area that morning time. All told, he blew town with more than $370,000 of Warden Norton'southward money. Severance pay for xix years.

Heywood: [talking nigh Fatty Ass] Hey Tyrell. You pulling infirmary duty this week?

Tyrell: [nods] Yes.

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

Tyrell: Dead. Hadley disrepair up his caput pretty practiced. Medico went dwelling house for the night. Poor bastard laid in that location till this forenoon. By then, there was goose egg we could do.

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

Heywood: Cherry-red! I got 1! I got ane, look!

Red: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. And it ain't alabaster, either.

[...]

Heywood: And 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!

Andy Dufresne: ...or come to call back of it, I suppose I could ready it up for yous. That would salvage you some coin. I'll write down the forms you demand, you lot tin can pick them up, and I'll fix them for your signature... nearly complimentary of accuse... I'd only ask three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I retrieve a human working outdoors feels more like a man if he tin have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion.

Andy Dufresne: [to Ruddy] I understand you're a man who knows how to go 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 up! Dufresne, open this door! Plough that off!

[Andy acts like he is going to do as he says]

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

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

Captain Hadley: Dufresne...

[taps on the door with the lodge]

Helm Hadley: ... come on downwards.

[Andy does nothing, 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 petty stunt.

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

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

Guard Mert: Oh damn, Byron, I'm lamentable to hear that.

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

[$9,670,083 in 2014 dollars]

Baby-sit Mert: A million bucks?

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

Guard Mert: Gees louise, you gonna see whatever of that?

Helm Hadley: Thirty-five thousand.

[$338,453 in 2014]

Captain Hadley: That's what he left me.

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

[Hadley gives him a look]

Baby-sit Mert: Isn't information technology?

Captain Hadley: Dumb shit, what do you call up the government's gonna practise to me? Accept a big wet bite out of my ass is what.

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

Snooze: And you lot gave it to him.

Floyd: Takin' bets today, Red?

Red: Smokes or coins, meliorate'due south choice.

Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for two.

Cherry: All correct, who's your horse?

Floyd: That lilliputian sack o' shit. Eighth, eighth from the front end. He'll be first.

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

Floyd: Well, Heywood, y'all so smart, you lot phone call it!

Heywood: I'll take the chubby fatty-donkey there. 5th from the front. Put me downward for a quarter deck.

[first lines]

District Attorney: Mr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation y'all had with your wife the night that she was murdered.

Andy Dufresne: Information technology was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking effectually. And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.

Heywood: Information technology'southward a fine morning, own't it? You know why information technology's a fine morn, don't ya? Come on, fix 'em down. I want 'em all lined up, just like a pretty piddling chorus line.

[the cons pull out cigarettes and hand them over to Heywood, who lines them up in forepart of him. He takes a long whiff]

Heywood: Ah, aye. Richmond, Virginia.

Floyd: Olfactory property my donkey.

Carmine: [repeated lines to the parole board during his hearing when asked if he feels rehabilitated] Oh yes sir, absolutely sir, I hateful I've learned my lesson. I tin honestly say I'm a "changed man", no longer a danger to guild here, and that'due south the God's honest truth.

Carmine: Andy was equally good as his word. He wrote 2 letters a week instead of 1. In 1959 the state senate finally clued in to the fact they couldn't purchase him off with just a two-hundred-dollar check. Appropriations committee voted an annual payment of five hundred dollars just to close him up. And you lot'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.

[Bogs sizes Andy up]

Bogs Diamond: Hey, anybody come up at you yet? Anybody go to y'all 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 away]

Bogs Diamond: Hey... Difficult to get. I like that...

Andy Dufresne: [reading letter] "... Nosotros trust this will fill your needs. Please stop sending us letters."

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

Andy Dufresne: Yessir.

Guard Wiley: [afterward Hadley has left] Salubrious, Andy.

Andy Dufresne: Wow. It only took vi years. From at present on, I'll write two letters a week instead of 1.

Guard Wiley: I believe you're crazy enough...

Andy Dufresne: My wife used to say I'thou a difficult man to know. Like a closed book. Complained well-nigh it all the time...

Ruby: That don't make y'all a murderer. Bad married man, maybe. You can experience bad about it if you want to, but you lot didn't pull the trigger.

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

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

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

Commune Attorney: [his closing statement] Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the evidence: you know all the facts. We have the accused at the scene of the crime, we have footprints, tire tracks, nosotros have bullets thrown on the ground with his finger prints, broken bourdon bottle, besides with fingerprints, and most of all, we take a beautiful young woman and her lover lying dead in each other'southward artillery. They... had sinned, only was their crime so great every bit to merit a decease judgement? while you think about, think near this: a revolver holds six bullets, not viii, I submit this was not a hot-blooded crime of passion, that at least could exist understood, if not condoned, no this... was... revenge of a much more brutal cold-blooded nature. Considering this, four bullets per victim, not six shots fired but viii, that ways he fired the gun empty, and then stopped to reload, so that he could shoot each of them again: an extra bullet per lover: right in the head

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

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