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Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

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

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

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

Andy Dufresne: [in letter of the alphabet to Red] Recollect Ruddy, promise is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no proficient thing ever dies.

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

Red: [narrating] Sometimes information technology makes me sad, though... Andy existence gone. I take to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you lot that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Merely even so, the identify you lot live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

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

Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now permit me see. You know, I don't take any idea what that ways.

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

Reddish: I know what you lot think it means, sonny. To me, it's only a fabricated upward word. A politician's discussion, then young fellas like yourself tin can wear a suit and a tie, and accept a job. What exercise yous really desire to know? Am I sorry for what I did?

1967 Parole Hearings Human: Well, are you?

Carmine: There's not a mean solar day goes by I don't feel regret. Not considering I'yard in here, considering you think I should. I look back on the way I was and then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible criminal offence. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the mode things are. Merely I can't. That child's long gone, and this former man is all that's left. I got to alive with that. Rehabilitated? It's only a bullshit word. Then you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my fourth dimension. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.

Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this 24-hour interval what those two Italian ladies were singing almost. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd similar to think they were singing almost something so beautiful, it tin can't be expressed in words, and makes your eye anguish because of it. I tell y'all, those voices soared college and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was similar some beautiful bird flapped into our drab petty cage and made those walls deliquesce away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt costless.

[final lines]

Ruby-red: [narrating] I discover I'g then excited, I can barely sit nevertheless or hold a thought in my caput. I think it's the excitement only a free man tin feel, a gratuitous man at the start of a long journeying whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and milk shake his paw. I hope the Pacific is as blueish as information technology has been in my dreams. I hope.

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

Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They tin can't get that from you... Oasis't y'all e'er felt that way virtually music?

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

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

Red: Forget?

Andy Dufresne: Forget that... in that location are places in this globe that aren't fabricated out of stone. That there'southward something inside... that they tin't get to, that they tin can't touch. That's yours.

Cerise: What're you talking about?

Andy Dufresne: Promise.

Red: [narrating] 40 years I been request permission to piss. I tin can't squeeze a drop without say-so.

Scarlet: [after being denied parole as he expected] Same erstwhile shit, different day

Red: These walls are funny. First you detest 'em, then y'all get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get and so y'all depend on them. That'due south institutionalized.

Heywood: Shit. I could never get like that.

Ernie: Oh yes? Say that when you been here every bit long equally Brooks has.

Red: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that'south exactly what they accept. The part that counts, anyway.

Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...

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

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

Andy Dufresne: Impaired-ass? "Dumas". Y'all know what it's about? Y'all'll similar it, it'due south most a prison suspension.

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

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

Red: Murder, aforementioned as you.

Andy Dufresne: Innocent?

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

Cerise: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd like to call up that the final thing that went through his head, other than that bullet, was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne ever got the best of him.

Brooks: [in letter] Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an auto once when I was a kid, but at present they're everywhere. The globe went and got itself in a large damn hurry. The parole lath got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. Information technology'due south difficult work and I attempt to keep upward, but my hands hurt virtually of the time. I don't think the shop manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work, I become to the park and feed the birds. I go on thinking Jake might just show upwardly and say hello, just he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. I take problem sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake upwards scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to call up where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me habitation. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm also former for that sort of nonsense any more than. I don't similar it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I dubiousness they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. P.S: Tell Heywood I'chiliad sorry I put a pocketknife to his throat. No hard feelings. Brooks.

Andy Dufresne: She was beautiful. God I loved her. I just didn't know how to show information technology, that'south all. I killed her, Ruddy. I didn't pull the trigger, but I collection her away. And that's why she died, because of me.

Cerise: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddied set of prison clothes, a bar of lather, and an quondam rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I think thinking it would take a homo six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. One-time Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine information technology appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, one thousand thousand years of mountain building at that place. Geology is the study of force per unit area and time. That's all information technology takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big goddamn poster. Like I said, in prison a human being will do most anything to continue his mind occupied. Turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here simply nearly long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a loftier mirror smooth. The guards but didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often exercise you really wait at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or peradventure I just don't want to. 5 hundred yards... that's the length of five football game fields, merely 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 you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a fiddling further. You recall the proper noun of the town, don't you?

Blood-red: Zihuatanejo.

Andy Dufresne: I could use a skillful human to help me get my project on wheels. I'll continue an eye out for y'all and the chessboard ready. Retrieve, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the all-time of things, and no good thing e'er dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.

Red: [narrating] The first dark'due south the toughest, no doubt nigh it. They march you lot in naked as the solar day y'all were born, skin burning and one-half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you lot, and when they put you in that cell... and those confined slam dwelling... that's when y'all know information technology'south for real. A whole life blown abroad in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about information technology.

Red: [narrating] We sabbatum and drank with the lord's day on our shoulders and felt similar free men. Hell, nosotros 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 us drink his beer.

Andy Dufresne: I have no enemies here.

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 help if I told them that I'm not homosexual.

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

Crimson: [narrating] Non long after the warden deprived us of his company, I got a postcard in the mail. It was blank, only the postmark said Fort Hancock, Texas. Fort Hancock... right on the border. That's where Andy crossed. When I moving picture him heading southward in his own car with the meridian downward, 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: Blood-red. If you lot ever get out of here, do me a favor.

Red: Sure, Andy. Anything.

Andy Dufresne: At that place's a big hayfield up near Buxton. Y'all know where Buxton is?

Reddish: Well, there's... there's a lot of hayfields upward there.

Andy Dufresne: One in item. It's got a long rock wall with a large oak tree at the due north end. It'due south similar something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went in that location for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yep. Promise me, Blood-red. If you lot e'er go out... observe that spot. At the base of operations of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly concern in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic drinking glass. At that place's something buried nether information technology I want you to have.

Reddish: What, Andy? What's buried nether there?

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

District Chaser: And that likewise is very user-friendly, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?

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

Red: [narrating] In that location's a harsh truth to face. No manner I'm gonna brand information technology on the exterior. All I practice anymore is think of ways to interruption my parole, so maybe they'd send me dorsum. Terrible thing, to live in fright. Brooks Hatlen knew information technology. Knew information technology all as well well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be agape all the time. Only ane thing stops me. A promise I fabricated to Andy.

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

Red: No.

Andy Dufresne: They say it has no retention. That's where I want to alive the rest of my life. A warm identify with no retention.

Warden Samuel Norton: [to the new inmates] I believe in ii things: bailiwick and the Bible. Hither yous'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 wing and you're gonna consume what I requite ya to eat. And afterwards you swallow mine you're gonna swallow Rooster's crusade ya done bankrupt his nose and I call up he oughta have something to show for it.

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

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

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

Bogs Diamond: Where do yous become this shit?

Andy Dufresne: I read it. You know how to read, you ignorant fuck?

Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy tells him Tommy could show Andy's innocence] I take to say that's the most amazing story I've ever heard. What amazes me most is that you lot were taken in by information technology.

Andy Dufresne: [Confused past his response] Sir?

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

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

Warden Samuel Norton: Well, permit's say for the moment this Blatch does be. You think he'd just autumn 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 matter. With Tommy's testimony I can go a new trial.

Warden Samuel Norton: That's assuming Blatch is still in that location. Chances are excellent he'd be released by at present.

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

Warden Samuel Norton: [Shakes his head]

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

Warden Samuel Norton: What? What did y'all call me?

Andy Dufresne: Obtuse. Is it deliberate?

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

Andy Dufresne: The country club will take his old fourth dimension cards. Records, W-2s with his name on them.

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

Andy Dufresne: Sir, if I e'er get out, I'd never mention what happens hither. I'd exist simply as 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 lamentable son of a bitch. Not in this office, not anywhere.

Warden Samuel Norton: [afterward Andy escapes] Well?

Red: Well what?

Warden Samuel Norton: I see you lot 2 all the time, you're thick every bit thieves, y'all are. He musta said *something*.

Red: Honest, Warden, not a word.

Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, it's a miracle! Man up and vanished similar a fart in the current of air! Nothing left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Let's ask her, maybe she knows.

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

[hefting one of Andy'southward rocks]

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

[throwing rocks]

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

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

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

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

Reddish: [narrating, referring to Andy] I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a quiet way about him, a walk and a talk that merely wasn't normal effectually here. He strolled, like a man in a park without a care or a worry in the world, similar he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place. Aye, I remember information technology would be fair to say... I liked Andy from the beginning.

Helm Hadley: Dufresne!

[to Dekins]

Helm Hadley: That'south him. That's the i.

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

Andy Dufresne: Oh, I see. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk information technology over. Brooks, do you lot take a piece of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins...

Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, do you lot desire your sons to go to Harvard... or Yale?"

Floyd: He didn't say that!

Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins only looked at him a second and then he laughed himself silly and afterwards he really shook Andy's mitt.

Heywood: My donkey.

Brooks: Shook his hand! I well-nigh soiled myself, I mean all Andy needed was a suit and a necktie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if yous please.

Ruddy: Making a few friends, huh Andy?

Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides audio financial planning - it'due south a wonderful pet to have.

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

Andy Dufresne: Dearest 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, then drops information technology on the floor in shock]

Andy Dufresne: Bad luck, I approximate. It floats effectually. It's got to land on somebody. Information technology was my plough, that'south all. I was in the path of the tornado. I merely didn't await the tempest would final as long as it has.

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

Andy Dufresne: Perhaps it's time yous tried a new profession.

Tommy Williams: Huh?

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

Tommy Williams: Yes, well, what the hell you lot know about it, Capone? What are yous in for?

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

Fat Ass: You don't understand! I'g not supposed to be here!

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

Red: Get busy living or get decorated dying. That'due south goddamn right!

Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] I want him found. Not tomorrow, non after breakfast - at present!

Tommy Williams: So I'm backing out the door, right, and I got the Tv, like this; it was a big one-time thing, I couldn't see shit; suddenly I hear this voice, "Police, kid, hands in the air." You know, I was standing there, holdin' on to that TV, then finally the voice says, "You hear what I said, boy?" And I say, "Yes sir, I sure did, but if I drop this fucking thing y'all got me on devastation of property too."

Fat Donkey: I don't belong here! I want to go habitation! I want my mother!

Another Prisoner: I had your female parent, she wasn't that great!

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

Prisoner: When do we eat?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Captain Hadley: That's information technology. Pace aside Mert, this fucker's having himself an blow.

[grabs Dufresne and pushes him most the border of the roof]

Heywood: He'southward gonna push him off the roof!

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

Captain Hadley: What did you say?

Andy Dufresne: $35,000.

Captain Hadley: $35,000?

Andy Dufresne: All of it.

Helm Hadley: All of it?

Andy Dufresne: Every penny.

Captain Hadley: You meliorate start making sense.

Andy Dufresne: If you want to proceed all of that money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a ane-time-just gift to your spouse for upwardly to $60,000.

Captain Hadley: Bullshit! Tax complimentary?

Andy Dufresne: Tax complimentary. IRS can't touch i cent.

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

Andy Dufresne: It's perfectly legal, get inquire the IRS, they'll say the same thing. I really feel stupid telling you this, I'm sure you 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 bear shit in the buckwheat!

Andy Dufresne: Of course not. Just you do need someone to fix the taxation-free souvenir for y'all, and that'll cost you. A lawyer for case.

Captain Hadley: Bunch of ball-washing bastards!

Andy Dufresne: Correct. I suppose I could prepare information technology up for you. That would save you lot some money. If you get the forms I'll fix them for yous, nearly costless of accuse. I'd only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers.

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

Andy Dufresne: I call back a human being working outdoors feels more like a human if he can accept a bottle of suds. That'due south only my stance, sir.

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

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

Andy Dufresne: Tin y'all get her?

Ruddy: Take a few weeks.

Andy Dufresne: Weeks?

Red: Well yeah, Andy. I don't have her blimp downward the front of my pants correct at present, I'yard distressing to say, but I'll get her. Relax!

Red: E'er bother you?

Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Scarlet, I just procedure the profits. Fine line, mayhap, but I also congenital that library and used it to help a dozen guys go their high school diploma. Why do you recollect the warden lets me practise all that?

Red: To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.

Crimson: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a ii-year stretch for B&Eastward. That's breaking & inbound to you. Cops caught him sneaking Goggle box sets out the dorsum door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Rock and Ringlet. Cocky every bit hell.

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

Red: [narrating] We liked him immediately.

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

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

Heywood: Old homo'southward crazy equally a rat in a tin shithouse, is what.

Cherry-red: Oh Heywood, that's enough out of you!

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

Heywood: Fuck you lot!

Scarlet: Would you knock information technology off? Brooks ain't no issues. He's but... but institutionalized.

Heywood: Institutionalized, my ass.

Carmine: The man's been in here 50 years, Heywood. Fifty years! This is all he knows. In here, he'southward an important man. He's an educated man. Outside, he's nothin'! Merely a used up con with arthritis in both hands.

Andy Dufresne: I empathize yous're a man who knows how to get things.

Red: I'thousand known to locate sure things from time to time.

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

Captain Hadley: What is your malfunction, yous 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 cutting my throat!

Blood-red: Aw Heywood, y'all've had worse from shaving!

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

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

Warden Samuel Norton: Marker 13:35, I've e'er liked that 1, merely I prefer "I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, only shall have the light of life."

Andy Dufresne: John 8:12

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

Andy Dufresne: [smiling] They bankrupt the door downwards earlier I could accept requests.

Helm Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?

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

Captain Hadley: Yous'll be tellin' the warden about my baton up your ass!

Red: [narrating] Y'all could argue he'd washed it to back-scratch favor with the guards. Or, perhaps make a few friends amongst united states of america cons. Me, I think he did information technology just 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 fabricated a sound.

[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]

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

[Warden Norton visits Andy in solitary]

Warden Samuel Norton: I'm certain by now you've heard. Terrible thing. Human being that young, less than a year to get, trying to escape... Broke Captain Hadley'southward heart to shoot him, truly it did. Nosotros just have to put it behind the states... move on.

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

Warden Samuel Norton: [icy] Nothing stops. Nothing... or you lot volition do the hardest fourth dimension in that location is. No more protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that one-bunk Hilton and cast yous down with the Sodomites. You'll think you've been fucked past a railroad train! And the library? Gone... sealed off, brick-past-brick. We'll have us a niggling book barbecue in the yard. They'll run across the flames for miles. We'll dance around it like wild Injuns! You understand me? Catching my drift?... Or am I existence birdbrained?

[vanquish]

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

Helm Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till it'due south regal.

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

Red: Yeah, it looks that fashion.

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

Red: Since '47, what is that... 19 years.

Andy Dufresne: Not me. I didn't shoot my married woman, and I didn't shoot her lover. Whatsoever mistakes I fabricated, I've paid for them and so some. That hotel, that boat... I don't think that'southward too much to ask.

Ruby-red: Y'all shouldn't exist doing this to yourself. This is simply shitty pipe dreams. United mexican states is way down in that location and you're in here... and that's the way it is

Ruby-red: [referring to Andy] The man likes to play chess; let's get him some rocks.

Brooks: [to Andy] Son, six wardens accept been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth: Not one of them born whose asshole wouldn't crease up tighter than a snare drum when you lot ask them for funds.

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

[Andy subsequently Warden Norton refuses to entreatment his case]

Andy Dufresne: It's my life. Don't you understand? IT'S MY LIFE!

[Carmine places his bet on Andy]

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

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

Andy Dufresne: So Moresby prison house issued you your gun, but yous actually had to pay for information technology.

Moresby Batter: Damn right. The holster as well.

Andy Dufresne: You run into, that'south tax deductible, you tin write that off.

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

Ruby-red: [to Andy, wondering when he'll be granted parole] Ane day, when I accept a long gray beard and ii or three marbles rollin' around upstairs, they'll let me out.

Heywood: Hey, Fat Ass. Fat Ass! Talk to me male child! I know you're at that place I can hear you breathin'. Don't you listen to these nitwits you hear me? This place ain't then bad. Tell you what, I'll introduce yous around, make you feel right at home. I know a couple of big sometime bull queers that'd merely love to make yous're acquaintance. Especially that big, white, mushy barrel of yours.

Fat Donkey: God! I don't belong hither! I want to go domicile!

Inmates: We accept a winner!

Heywood: And it's Fat Ass by a olfactory organ!

Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing new prisoners] I believe in ii things: discipline and the Bible. Here you lot'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 lot that Andy fought the good fight, and the Sisters let him exist. I wish I could tell yous that - just prison house is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did information technology, merely we all knew. Things went on like that for awhile - prison house life consists of routine, and and then more than routine. Every then oft, Andy would testify upwards with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes not. And that's how information technology went for Andy - that was his routine. I do believe those offset 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.

Red: [narrating] And that'south how it came to pass that on the 2nd-to-concluding twenty-four hour period of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at 10 o'clock in the morn drinking icy cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a plow at Shawshank Country Prison.

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

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

Head Bull Haig: Dufresne? Get your ass out here boy, you lot're holding upward the show!

[no answer]

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

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

Head Bull Haig: Damn it, Dufresne, yous're putting me behind! I got a schedule to keep! Yous better be sick or dead in there, 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 prison cell empty]

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

Red: What is it? And why?

Andy Dufresne: A rock hammer is almost six or 7 inches long looks like a miniature Pickaxe

Red: Pickaxe?

Andy Dufresne: For rocks.

Scarlet: For rocks?

Andy Dufresne: I'm from a rock hound at to the lowest degree I was in my quondam life I'd similar to be again on a limited basis

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

Andy Dufresne: No I have no enemies here

Crimson: No? Expect a while word gets around full queers take past strength that's all they want or empathize if I were you I'd grow optics in the back of my caput

Andy Dufresne: Thanks for the advice

Red: That'southward gratis, you understand my concern?

Andy Dufresne: If there'due south whatever problem I won't use the rock hammer

Reddish: I guess you'd want to escape? Tunnel under the wall

[Andy starts laughing]

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

Andy Dufresne: You'll understand when y'all come across the rock hammer

Blood-red: What's an detail similar this normally go for?

Andy Dufresne: Seven dollars in any rock and jewel shop

Ruby: My normal mark is twenty percent but this is a specialty item risk goes up price goes upwardly let's brand it an even ten bucks

Andy Dufresne: Ten it is

Red: Waste of money if you lot enquire me

Andy Dufresne: Why's that?

Red: Folks effectually this articulation love surprise inspections if they notice you're going to lose it, if they exercise grab y'all with it you don't know me, yous mention my proper noun we never do business again not for a shoe lace or a stick of gum you got that?

Andy Dufresne: I empathise give thanks you Mr.?

Red: "Reddish", my proper noun's Red

Red: [narrating] Only then, in the bound of 1949, the powers that exist decided that...

Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing the inmates in the courtyard] The roof of the license-plate manufactory needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a week'due south piece of work. As y'all know, special detail carries with it special privileges.

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

[Playing checkers]

Ruddy: King me.

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

Cherry: What?

Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic...

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

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

Heywood: What did y'all say?

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

Heywood: Fuck do yous intendance, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' matter what his name was. He's dead.

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. But you write your letters if it makes y'all happy, I'll even mail them for, how'south thay?

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

Red: ...You wonder where it went.

[Tommy receives a letter from the Board of Education]

Red: You gonna open it, or stand there with your thumb up your barrel?

Tommy Williams: Pollex upward my butt sounds improve.

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

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

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

[crumbles test paper]

Tommy Williams: . Two POINTS! There'Due south YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats itch on trees, five times v is twenty-five.

[shouts]

Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK It!

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

Cherry-red: [after lights out and the guards walk out of the primary expanse]

[Narrating]

Red: I remember my first night, seems like a long time ago.

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

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

Some other Prisoner: Poke your donkey out here! Give me a first look!

Another Prisoner: Shhh. Keep it down.

Red: [Narrating] The boys ever get fishing with commencement-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 y'all're there. I can hear yous breathing. Now, don't you listen to these nit-wits, ya hear me? This place own't so bad. Tell yous what. I'll innovate yous around. Make you experience right at home. I know a couple of big bull queers that would only love to brand your acquaintance, especially that large white mushy barrel of yours.

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

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

Fatty Ass: I wanna get home!

Heywood: [Announcing] And it'due south fat ass by a olfactory organ!

[Starts the chant]

Heywood: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

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

Fatty Ass: [Comes up to the bars] I don't belong here! I wanna go home! I desire my momma!

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

Helm 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's proper noun in vain. I'm telling the warden.

Helm Hadley: You'll be telling him about my baton up your ass!

Fatty Donkey: [as Hadley comes upwards to his jail cell] You gotta permit me out! You gotta!

Captain Hadley: What is your major malfunction, yous fatty barrel of monkey spunk?

Fat Ass: Please! I own't supposed to exist here! Non me!

Captain Hadley: [Not i ounce of sympathy] I ain't going to count to 3! I'yard non even going to count to one! You will close the FUCK up, or I'll sing you a lullaby!

Heywood: [Nether his jiff] Shut up, man. Shut upwards.

Fat Ass: [Crying and pleading] Please! There'south been a error! You don't understand! I'm non supposed to be here!

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

Prisoner: Me neither! Y'all people run this place like a fuckin prison house!

Helm Hadley: [One time his cell door is open up, he drags him out and beats him severely in the body and head with his baton, then knocks him out with ane last kick to his head]

[to the residuum of the inmates]

Captain Hadley: If I hear so much equally a mouse fart in here the residual of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the hospital! Every last motherfucker in here!

[Quietly to his men]

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

Carmine: 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 y'all haven't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. There'southward a river of muddy 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 in. I channel it, filter information technology, funnel information technology. Stocks, securities, revenue enhancement-complimentary municipals. I transport that money out into the real world and when it comes back...

Red: Clean every bit a virgin's honeypot, huh?

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

Bank Director: I must say, I'm distressing to be losing your business concern. I hope you'll enjoy living abroad.

Andy Dufresne: Thank you lot. I'm sure I will.

Banking concern Teller: Here'southward your cashier's check, sir. Will there be anything else?

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

Banking concern Teller: I'd be happy to.

Andy Dufresne: Cheerio, sir.

Bank Manager: Practiced solar day.

Red: 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's coin. Severance pay for nineteen years.

Heywood: Ruby-red! I got ane! I got ane, look!

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

[...]

Heywood: Then what the hell is it?

Red: A horse apple.

Heywood: Bullshit!

Red: Horseshit. Petrified.

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

Heywood: [talking well-nigh Fat Ass] Hey Tyrell. You pulling hospital duty this week?

Tyrell: [nods] Yes.

Heywood: How'due south that winning horse of mine doing?

Tyrell: Dead. Hadley disrepair up his head pretty good. Physician went home for the night. Poor bastard laid there till this morning time. By so, there was cypher we could do.

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

Andy Dufresne: ...or come to think of it, I suppose I could gear up it upwards for you. That would save you some money. I'll write down the forms you need, y'all can pick them up, and I'll set them for your signature... well-nigh free of charge... I'd only enquire three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I recollect a homo working outdoors feels more like a man if he tin can have a bottle of suds. That's simply my opinion.

Andy Dufresne: [to Carmine] I sympathise you lot're a human being who knows how to get things.

Warden Samuel Norton: [equally 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! Turn that off!

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

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

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

Captain Hadley: Dufresne...

[taps on the door with the club]

Captain Hadley: ... come on downwardly.

[Andy does cipher, so Hadley smashes the screen on the door, unlocks it, and comes in the room]

Carmine: [narrating] Andy got two weeks in the hole for that piffling stunt.

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

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

Guard Mert: Oh damn, Byron, I'yard pitiful to hear that.

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

[$ix,670,083 in 2014 dollars]

Guard Mert: A million bucks?

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

Baby-sit Mert: Gees louise, you gonna see any of that?

Captain Hadley: Thirty-five thousand.

[$338,453 in 2014]

Captain Hadley: That's what he left me.

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

[Hadley gives him a expect]

Baby-sit Mert: Isn't information technology?

Helm Hadley: Dumb shit, what do you recollect the government'southward gonna do to me? Have a big wet seize with teeth out of my ass is what.

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

Snooze: And you gave it to him.

Floyd: Takin' bets today, Red?

Red: Smokes or coins, better's option.

Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for ii.

Red: All right, who's your horse?

Floyd: That petty sack o' shit. Eighth, eighth from the front. He'll be outset.

Heywood: Aw, bullshit. I'll call that activity. Yous out some smokes, son, permit me tell yous!

Floyd: Well, Heywood, you and so smart, you call information technology!

Heywood: I'll take the chubby fatty-donkey at that place. 5th from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.

[first lines]

District Attorney: Mr. Dufresne, draw the confrontation you lot had with your wife the dark that she was murdered.

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

Heywood: It'southward a fine morning, ain't it? You know why it'southward a fine morning, don't ya? Come on, gear up 'em downwards. I want 'em all lined up, just like a pretty little chorus line.

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

Heywood: Ah, yes. Richmond, Virginia.

Floyd: Smell my ass.

Red: [repeated lines to the parole board during his hearing when asked if he feels rehabilitated] Oh yes sir, admittedly sir, I hateful I've learned my lesson. I can honestly say I'm a "inverse homo", no longer a danger to society hither, and that's the God's honest truth.

Red: Andy was every bit good as his give-and-take. He wrote ii letters a week instead of one. 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 merely to shut him upward. And yous'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.

[Bogs sizes Andy up]

Bogs Diamond: Hey, anybody come at you still? Anybody get to yous yet?

[Andy looks at him in puzzlement]

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

[Andy walks away]

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

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

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

Andy Dufresne: Yessir.

Guard Wiley: [later on Hadley has left] Good for you, Andy.

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

Guard Wiley: I believe you lot're crazy plenty...

Andy Dufresne: My married woman used to say I'g a hard man to know. Like a closed book. Complained about information technology all the time...

Reddish: That don't make you a murderer. Bad husband, perhaps. Yous tin feel bad most it if you want to, just yous didn't pull the trigger.

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

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

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

District Chaser: [his closing argument] Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the show: y'all know all the facts. Nosotros take the accused at the scene of the criminal offence, we accept footprints, tire tracks, we have bullets thrown on the footing with his finger prints, broken bourdon canteen, likewise with fingerprints, and most of all, nosotros have a beautiful young woman and her lover lying dead in each other's arms. They... had sinned, only was their crime and then great as to merit a death sentence? while you retrieve about, call back about this: a revolver holds six bullets, not eight, I submit this was not a hot-blooded criminal offence of passion, that at least could be understood, if not condoned, no this... was... revenge of a much more than savage common cold-blooded nature. Considering this, four bullets per victim, not six shots fired but eight, that means he fired the gun empty, and 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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Floyd: [Dismissing Red'south theory on why Brooks killed himself] Cherry-red, I practise believe you're talking out of your donkey.

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