Shawshank Redemption, The (1994)

by Frank Darabont.

Based upon the story "Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption" by Stephen King.

1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)

A dark, empty room.

The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and

giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than

they're all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at

flesh, mouths locked together.

He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over

instead. Hell with it. He's got more urgent things to do, like

getting her blouse open and his hands on her breasts. She

arches, moaning, fumbling with his fly. He slams her against

the wall, ripping her skirt. We hear fabric tear.

He enters her right then and there, roughly, up against the

wall. She cries out, hitting her head against the wall but not

caring, grinding against him, clawing his back, shivering with

the sensations running through her. He carries her across the

room with her legs wrapped around him. They fall onto the bed.

CAMERA PULLS BACK, exiting through the window, traveling

smoothly outside...

2 EXT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946) 2

...to reveal the bungalow, remote in a wooded area, the

lovers' cries spilling into the night...

...and we drift down a wooded path, the sounds of rutting

passion growing fainter, mingling now with the night sounds of

crickets and hoot owls...

...and we begin to hear FAINT MUSIC in the woods, tinny and

incongruous, and still we keep PULLING BACK until...

...a car is revealed. A 1946 Plymouth. Parked in a clearing.

3 INT -- PLYMOUTH -- NIGHT (1946) 3

ANDY DUFRESNE, mid-20's, wire rim glasses, three-piece suit.

Under normal circumstances a respectable, solid citizen; hardly

dangerous, perhaps even meek. But these circumstances are far

from normal. He is disheveled, unshaven, and very drunk. A

cigarette smolders in his mouth. His eyes, flinty and hard, are

riveted to the bungalow up the path.

He can hear them fucking from here.

He raises a bottle of bourbon and knocks it back. The radio

plays softly, painfully romantic, taunting him:

You stepped out of a dream...

You are too wonderful...

To be what you seem...

He opens the glove compartment, pulls out an object wrapped

in a rag. He lays it in his lap and unwraps it carefully --

-- revealing a .38 revolver. Oily, black, evil.

He grabs a box of bullets. Spills them everywhere, all over

the seats and floor. Clumsy. He picks bullets off his lap,

loading them into the gun, one by one, methodical and grim.

Six in the chamber. His gaze goes back to the bungalow.

He shuts off the radio. Abrupt silence, except for the distant

lovers' moans. He takes another shot of bourbon courage, then

opens the door and steps from the car.

4 EXT -- PLYMOUTH -- NIGHT (1946) 4

His wingtip shoes crunch on gravel. Loose bullets scatter to

the ground. The bourbon bottle drops and shatters.

He starts up the path, unsteady on his feet. The closer he

gets, the louder the lovemaking becomes. Louder and more

frenzied. The lovers are reaching a climax, their sounds of

passion degenerating into rhythmic gasps and grunts.

WOMAN (O.S.)

Oh god...oh god...oh god...

Andy lurches to a stop, listening. The woman cries out in

orgasm. The sound slams into Andy's brain like an icepick. He

shuts his eyes tightly, wishing the sound would stop.

It finally does, dying away like a siren until all that's left

is the shallow gasping and panting of post-coitus. We hear

languorous laughter, moans of satisfaction.

WOMAN (O.S.)

Oh god...that's sooo good...you're

the best...the best I ever had...

Andy just stands and listens, devastated. He doesn't look like

much of a killer now; he's just a sad little man on a dirt

path in the woods, tears streaming down his face, a loaded gun

held loosely at his side. A pathetic figure, really.

FADE TO BLACK: 1ST TITLE UP

5 INT -- COURTROOM -- DAY (1946) 5

THE JURY listens like a gallery of mannequins on display,

pale-faced and stupefied.

D.A. (O.S.)

Mr. Dufresne, describe the

confrontation you had with your

wife the night she was murdered.

ANDY DUFRESNE

is on the witness stand, hands folded, suit and tie pressed,

hair meticulously combed. He speaks in soft, measured tones:

ANDY

It was very bitter. She said she

was glad I knew, that she hated all

the sneaking around. She said she

wanted a divorce in Reno.

D.A.

What was your response?

ANDY

I told her I would not grant one.

D.A.

(refers to his notes)

"I'll see you in Hell before I see

you in Reno." Those were the words

you used, Mr. Dufresne, according

to the testimony of your neighbors.

ANDY

If they say so. I really don't

remember. I was upset.

FADE TO BLACK: 2ND TITLE UP

D.A.

What happened after you and your

wife argued?

ANDY

She packed a bag and went to stay

with Mr. Quentin.

D.A.

Glenn Quentin. The golf pro at the

Falmouth Hills Country Club. The

man you had recently discovered was

her lover.

(Andy nods)

Did you follow her?

ANDY

I went to a few bars first. Later,

I decided to drive to Mr. Quentin's

home and confront them. They

weren't there...so I parked my car

in the turnout...and waited.

D.A.

With what intention?

ANDY

I'm not sure. I was confused. Drunk.

I think mostly I wanted to scare them.

D.A.

You had a gun with you?

ANDY

Yes. I did.

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D.A.

When they arrived, you went up

to the house and murdered them?

ANDY

No. I was sobering up. I realized

she wasn't worth it. I decided to

let her have her quickie divorce.

D.A.

Quickie divorce indeed. A .38

caliber divorce, wrapped in a

handtowel to muffle the shots,

isn't that what you mean? And then

you shot her lover!

ANDY

I did not. I got back in the car

and drove home to sleep it off.

Along the way, I stopped and threw

my gun into the Royal River. I feel

I've been very clear on this point.

D.A.

Yes, you have. Where I get hazy,

though, is the part where the

cleaning woman shows up the next

morning and finds your wife and her

lover in bed, riddled with .38

caliber bullets. Does that strike

you as a fantastic coincidence, Mr.

Dufresne, or is it just me?

ANDY

(softly)

Yes. It does.

D.A.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dufresne, I don't

think the jury heard that.

ANDY

Yes. It does.

D.A.

Does what?

ANDY

Strike me as a fantastic coincidence.

D.A.

On that, sir, we are in accord...

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D.A.

You claim you threw your gun into

the Royal River before the murders

took place. That's rather convenient.

ANDY

It's the truth.

D.A.

You recall Lt. Mincher's testimony?

He and his men dragged that river

for three days and nary a gun was

found. So no comparison can be made

between your gun and the bullets

taken from the bloodstained corpses

of the victims. That's also rather

convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?

ANDY

(faint, bitter smile)

Since I am innocent of this crime,

sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient

the gun was never found.

FADE TO BLACK: STH TITLE UP

6 INT -- COURTROOM -- DAY (1946) 6

The D.A. holds the jury spellbound with his closing summation:

D.A.

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 foot

prints. Tire tracks. Bullets

scattered on the ground which bear

his fingerprints. A broken bourbon

bottle, likewise with fingerprints.

Most of all, we have a beautiful

young woman and her lover lying

dead in each other's arms. They had

sinned. But was their crime so

great as to merit a death sentence?

He gestures to Andy sitting quietly with his ATTORNEY.

D.A.

I suspect Mr. Dufresne's answer to

that would be yes. I further

suspect he carried out that

sentence on the night of September

21st, this year of our Lord, 1946,

by pumping four bullets into his

wife and another four into Glenn

Quentin. And while you think about

that, think about this...

He picks up a revolver, spins the cylinder before their eyes

like a carnival barker spinning a wheel of fortune.

D.A.

A revolver holds six bullets, not

eight. I submit to you this was not

a hot-blooded crime of passion!

That could at least be understood,

if not condoned. No, this was

revenge of a much more brutal and

cold-blooded nature. Consider! Four

bullets per victim! Not six shots

fired, but eight! That means he

fired the gun empty...and then

stopped to reload so he could shoot

each of them again! An extra bullet

per lover...right in the head.

(a few JURORS shiver)

I'm done talking. You people are

all decent, God-fearing Christian

folk. You know what to do.

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INT -- JURY ROOM -- DAY (1946) 7

CAMERA TRACKS down a long table, moving from one JUROR to the

next. These decent, God-fearing Christians are chowing down on

a nice fried chicken dinner provided them by the county,

smacking greasy lips and gnawing cobbettes of corn.

VOICE (O.S.)

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty...

We find the FOREMAN at the head of the table, sorting votes.

FADE TO BLACK: 7TH TITLE UP

8 INT -- COURTROOM -- DAY (1946) 8

Andy stands before the dias. THE JUDGE peers down, framed by a

carved frieze of blind Lady Justice on the wall.

JUDGE

You strike me as a particularly icy

and remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne.

It chills my blood just to look at

you. By the power vested in me by

the State of Maine, I hereby order

you to serve two life sentences,

back to back, one for each of your

victims. So be it.

He raps his gavel as we

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9 AN IRON-BARRED DOOR 9

slides open with an enormous CLANG. A stark room waits beyond.

CAMERA PUSHES through. SEVEN HUMORLESS MEN sit side by side at

a long table. An empty chair faces them. We are now in:

INT -- SHAWSHANK HEARINGS ROOM -- DAY (1947)

RED enters, removes his cap and waits by the chair.

MAN #1

Sit.

Red sits, tries not to slouch. The chair is uncomfortable.

MAN #2

We see by your file you've served

twenty years of a life sentence.

MAN #3

You feel you've been rehabilitated?

RED

Yes, sir. Absolutely. I've learned

my lesson. I can honestly say I'm a

changed man. I'm no longer a danger

to society. That's the God's honest

truth. No doubt about it.

The men just stare at him. One stifles a yawn.

CLOSEUP -- PAROLE FORM

A big rubber stamp slams down: "REJECTED" in red ink.

10 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DUSK (1947) 10

High stone walls topped with snaky concertina wire, set off at

intervals by looming guard towers. Over a hundred CONS are

in the yard. Playing catch, shooting craps, jawing at each

other, making deals. Exercise period.

RED emerges into fading daylight, slouches low-key through the

activity, worn cap on his head, exchanging hellos and doing

minor business. He's an important man here.

RED (V.O.)

There's a con like me in every prison

in America, I guess. I'm the guy who

can get it for you. Cigarettes, a

bag of reefer if you're partial, a

bottle of brandy to celebrate your

kid's high school graduation. Damn

near anything, within reason.

He slips somebody a pack of smokes, smooth sleight-of-hand.

RED (V.O.)

Yes sir, I'm a regular Sears &

Roebuck.

TWO SHORT SIREN BLASTS issue from the main tower, drawing

everybody's attention to the loading dock. The outer gate

swings open...revealing a gray prison bus outside.

RED (V.O.)

So when Andy Dufresne came to me in

1949 and asked me to smuggle Rita

Hayworth into the prison for him, I

told him no problem. And it wasn't.

CON

Fresh fish! Fresh fish today!

Red is joined by HEYWOOD, SKEET, FLOYD, JIGGER, ERNIE, SNOOZE.

Most cons crowd to the fence to gawk and jeer, but Red and his

group mount the bleachers and settle in comfortably.

11 INT -- PRISON BUS -- DUSK (1947) 11

Andy sits in back, wearing steel collar and chains.

RED (V.O.)

Andy came to Shawshank Prison in

early 1947 for murdering his wife

and the fella she was bangin'.

The bus lurches forward, RUMBLES through the gates. Andy gazes

around, swallowed by prison walls.

RED (V.O.)

On the outside, he'd been vice-

president of a large Portland bank.

Good work for a man as young as he

was, when you consider how

conservative banks were back then.

TOWER GUARD

All clear!

GUARDS approach the bus with carbines. The door jerks open.

The new fish disembark, chained together single-file, blinking

sourly at their surroundings. Andy stumbles against the MAN in

front of him, almost drags him down.

BYRON HADLEY, captain of the guard, slams his baton into

Andy's back. Andy goes to his knees, gasping in pain. JEERS

and SHOUTS from the spectators.

HADLEY

On your feet before I fuck you up

so bad you never walk again.

13 ON THE BLEACHERS 13

RED

There they are, boys. The Human

Charm Bracelet.

HEYWOOD

Never seen such a sorry-lookin'

heap of maggot shit in my life.

JIGGER

Comin' from you, Heywood, you being

so pretty and all...

FLOYD

Takin' bets today, Red?

RED

(pulls notepad and pencil)

Bear Catholic? Pope shit in the woods?

Smokes or coin, bettor's choice.

FLOYD

Smokes. Put me down for two.

RED

High roller. Who's your horse?

FLOYD

That gangly sack of shit, third

from the front. He'll be the first.

HEYWOOD

Bullshit. I'll take that action.

ERNIE

Me too.

Other hands go up. Red jots the names.

HEYWOOD

You're out some smokes, son. Take

my word.

FLOYD

You're so smart, you call it.

HEYWOOD

I say that chubby fat-ass...let's

see...fifth from the front. Put me

down for a quarter deck.

RED

That's five cigarettes on Fat-Ass.

Any takers?

More hands go up. Andy and the others are paraded along,

forced by their chains to take tiny baby steps, flinching

under the barrage of jeers and shouts. The old-timers are

shaking the fence, trying to make the newcomers shit their

pants. Some of the new fish shout back, but mostly they look

terrified. Especially Andy.

RED (V.O.)

I must admit I didn't think much of

Andy first time I laid eyes on him.

He might'a been important on the

outside, but in here he was just a

little turd in prison grays. Looked

like a stiff breeze could blow him

over. That was my first impression

of the man.

SKEET

What say, Red?

RED

Little fella on the end. Definitely.

I stake half a pack. Any takers?

SNOOZE

Rich bet.

RED

C'mon, boys, who's gonna prove me

wrong?

(hands go up)

Floyd, Skeet, Joe, Heywood. Four brave

souls, ten smokes apiece. That's it,

gentlemen, this window's closed.

Red pockets his notepad. A VOICE comes over the P.A. speakers:

VOICE (amplified)

Return to your cellblocks for

evening count.

14 INT -- ADMITTING AREA -- DUSK (1947) 14

The new fish are marched in. Guards unlock the shackles. The

chains drop away, rattling to the stone floor.

HADLEY

Eyes front.

WARDEN SAMUEL NORTON strolls forth, a colorless man in a gray

suit and a church pin in his lapel. He looks like he could

piss ice water. He appraises the newcomers with flinty eyes.

NORTON

This is Mr. Hadley, captain of the

guard. I am Mr. Norton, the warden.

You are sinners and scum, that's

why they sent you to me. Rule

number one: no blaspheming. I'll

not have the Lord's name taken in

vain in my prison. The other rules

you'll figure out as you go along.

Any questions?

CON

When do we eat?

Cued by Norton's glance, Hadley steps up to the con and screams

right in his face:

HADLEY

YOU EAT WHEN WE SAY YOU EAT! YOU

PISS WHEN WE SAY YOU PISS! YOU SHIT

WHEN WE SAY YOU SHIT! YOU SLEEP

WHEN WE SAY YOU SLEEP! YOU MAGGOT-

DICK MOTHERFUCKER!

Hadley rams the tip of his club into the con's belly. The

man falls to his knees, gasping and clutching himself.

Hadley takes his place at Norton's side again. Softly:

NORTON

Any other questions?

(there are none)

I believe in two things. Discipline

and the Bible. Here, you'll receive

both.

(holds up a Bible)

Put your faith in the Lord. Your

ass belongs to me. Welcome to

Shawshank.

HADLEY

Off with them clothes! And I didn't

say take all day doing it, did I?

The men shed their clothes. Within seconds, all stand naked.

HADLEY

First man into the shower!

Hadley shoves the FIRST CON into a steel cage open at the

front. TWO GUARDS open up with a fire hose. The con is slammed

against the back of the cage, sputtering and hollering.

Seconds later, the water is cut and the con yanked out.

HADLEY

Delouse that piece of shit! Next

man in!

The con gets a huge scoop of white delousing powder thrown all

over him. Gasping and coughing, blinking powder from his eyes,

he gets shoved to a trustee's cage. The TRUSTEE slides a short

stack of items through the slot -- prison clothes and a Bible.

All the men are processed quickly -- a blast of water, powder,

clothes and a Bible...

15 INT -- INFIRMARY -- NIGHT (1947) 15

A naked CON steps before a DOCTOR and gets a cursory exam.

A penlight is shined in his eyes, ears, nose, and throat.

DOCTOR

Bend over.

The con does. A GUARD with a penlight in his teeth spreads his

cheeks, peers up his ass, and nods. Andy is next up. He gets

the same treatment.

16 INT -- PRISON CHAPEL -- NIGHT (1947) 16

CAMERA TRACKS the naked newcomers shivering on hard wooden

chairs, clothes on their laps, Bibles open.

CHAPLAIN (O.S.)

...maketh me to lie down in green

pastures. He leadeth me beside the

still waters. He restoreth my soul...

17 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1947) 17

Three tiers to a side, concrete and steel, gray and imposing.

Andy and the others are marched in, still naked, carrying

their clothes and Bibles. The CONS in their cells greet them

with TAUNTS, JEERS, and LAUGHTER. One by one, the new men are

shown to their cells and locked in with a CLANG OF STEEL.

RED (V.O.)

The first night's the toughest, no

doubt about it. They march you in

naked as the day you're born, fresh

from a Bible reading, skin burning

and half-blind from that delousing

shit they throw on you...

Red watches from his cell, arms slung over the crossbars,

cigarette dangling from his fingers.

RED (V.O.)

...and when they put you in that

cell, when those bars slam home,

that's when you know it's for real.

Old life blown away in the blink of

an eye...a long cold season in hell

stretching out ahead...nothing

left but all the time in the world

to think about it.

Red listens to the CLANGING below. He watches Andy and a few

others being brought up to the 2nd tier.

RED (V.O.)

Most new fish come close to madness

the first night. Somebody always

breaks down crying. Happens every

time. The only question is, who's

it gonna be?

Andy is led past and given a cell at the end of the tier.

RED (V.O.)

It's as good a thing to bet on as

any, I guess. I had my money on

Andy Dufresne...

18 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 18

The bars slam home. Andy is alone in his cell, clutching his

clothes. He gazes around at his new surroundings, taking it

in. He slowly begins to dress himself...

19 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- NIGHT (1947) 19

A malignant stone growth on the Maine landscape. The moon

hangs low and baleful in a dead sky. The headlight of a

PASSING TRAIN cuts through the night.

20 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 20

Red lies on his bunk below us, tossing his baseball toward the

ceiling and catching it again. He pauses, listening. FOOTSTEPS

approach below, unhurried, echoing hollowly on stone.

21 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1947) 21

LOW ANGLE. A CELLBLOCK GUARD strolls into frame.

GUARD

That's lights out! Good night, ladies.

The lights bump off in sequence. The guard exits, footsteps

echoing away. Darkness now. Silence. CAMERA CRANES UP the

tiers toward Red's cell.

RED (V.O.)

I remember my first night. Seems a

long time ago now.

Red looms from the darkness, leans on the bars. Listens.

Waits. From somewhere below comes faint, ghastly tittering.

VOICES drift through the cellblock, taunting:

VARIOUS VOICES (O.S.)

Fishee fishee fisheeee...You're

gonna like it here, new fish. A

whooole lot...Make you wish your

daddies never dicked your

mommies...You takin' this down, new

fish? Gonna be a quiz later.

(somebody LAUGHS)

Sshhh. Keep it down. The screws'll

hear...Fishee fishee fisheeee...

RED (V.O.)

The boys always go fishin' with

first-timers...and they don't quit

till they reel someone in.

The VOICES keep on, sly and creepy in the dark...

22 INT -- VARIOUS CELLS -- NIGHT (1947) 22

thru thru 25

2g ...while the new cons go quietly crazy in their cells. One man

paces like a caged animal...another sits gnawing his cuticles

bloody...a third is weeping silently...a fourth is dry-heaving

into the toilet...

26 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 26

Red waits at the bars. Smoking. Listening. He cranes his head,

peers down toward Andy's cell. Nothing. Not a peep.

HEYWOOD (O.S.)

Fat-Ass...oh, Faaaat-Ass. Talk to

me, boy. I know you're in there. I

can hear you breathin'. Now don't

you listen to these nitwits, hear?

27 INT -- FAT-ASS' CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 27

Fat-Ass is crying, trying not to hyperventilate.

HEYWOOD (O.S.)

This ain't such a bad place. I'll

introduce you around, make you feel

right at home. I know some big ol'

bull queers who'd love to make your

acquaintance...especially that big

white mushy butt of yours...

And that's it. Fat-Ass lets out a LOUD WAIL of despair:

FAT-ASS

OH GOD! I DON'T BELONG HERE! I

WANNA GO HOME!

28 INT -- HEYWOOD'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 28

HEYWOOD

AND IT'S FAT-ASS BY A NOSE.'

29 INT -- CELLBLOCK -- NIGHT (1947) 29

The place goes nuts. Fat-Ass throws himself screaming against

the bars. The entire block starts CHANTING:

VOICES

Fresh fish...fresh fish...fresh

fish...fresh fish...

FAT-ASS

I WANNA GO HOME! I WANT MY MOTHER.'

VOICE (O.S.)

I had your mother! She wasn't that

great!

The lights bump on. GUARDS pour in, led by Hadley himself.

HADLEY

What the Christ is this happy shit?

VOICE (O.S.)

He took the Lord's name in vain!

I'm tellin' the warden!

HADLEY

(to the unseen wit)

You'll be tellin' him with my baton

up your ass!

Hadley arrives at Fat-Ass' cell, bellowing through the bars:

HADLEY

What's your malfunction you fat

fuckin' barrel of monkey-spunk?

FAT-ASS

PLEASE! THIS AIN'T RIGHT! I AIN'T

SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! NOT ME!

HADLEY

I ain't gonna count to three! Not

even to one! Now shut the fuck up

'fore I sing you a lullabye!

Fat-Ass keeps blubbering and wailing. Total freak-out. Hadley

draws his baton, gestures to his men. Open it.

A GUARD unlocks the cell. Hadley pulls Fat-Ass out and starts

beating him with the baton, brutally raining blows. Fat-Ass

falls, tries to crawl.

The place goes dead silent. All we hear now is the dull

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK of the baton. Fat-ass passes out. Hadley

gets in a few more licks and finally stops.

HADLEY

Get this tub of shit down to the

infirmary.

(peers around)

If I hear so much as a mouse fart

in here the rest of the night, by

God and Sonny Jesus, you'll all

visit the infirmary. Every last

motherfucker here.

The guards wrestle Fat-Ass onto a stretcher and carry him off.

FOOTSTEPS echo away. Lights off. Darkness again. Silence.

30 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 30

Red stares through the bars at the main floor below, eyes

riveted to the small puddle of blood where Fat-Ass went down.

RED (V.O.)

His first night in the joint, Andy

Dufresne cost me two packs of

cigarettes. He never made a sound...

31 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1947) 31

LOUD BUZZER. The master locks are thrown -- KA-THUMP! The cons

step from their cells, lining the tiers. The GUARDS holler

their head-counts to the HEAD BULL, who jots on a clipboard.

Red peers at Andy, checking him out. Andy stands in line,

collar buttoned, hair combed.

32 INT -- MESS HALL -- MORNING (1947) 32

Andy goes through the breakfast line, gets a scoop of glop on

his tray. WE PAN ANDY through the noise and confusion...and

discover BOGS DIAMOND and ROOSTER MacBRIDE watching Andy go

by. Bogs sizes Andy up with a salacious gleam in his eye,

mutters something to Rooster. Rooster laughs.

Andy finds a table occupied by Red and his regulars, chooses

a spot at the end where nobody is sitting. Ignoring their

stares, he picks up his spoon -- and pauses, seeing something

in his food. He carefully fishes it out with his fingers.

It's a squirming maggot. Andy grimaces, unsure what to do with

it. BROOKS HATLEN is sitting closest to Andy. At age 65, he's

a senior citizen, a long-standing resident.

BROOKS

You gonna eat that?

ANDY

Hadn't planned on it.

BROOKS

You mind?

Andy passes the maggot to Brooks. Brooks examines it, rolling

it between his fingertips like a man checking out a fine

cigar. Andy is riveted with apprehension.

BROOKS

Mmm. Nice and ripe.

Andy can't bear to watch. Brooks opens up his sweater and

feeds the maggot to a baby crow nestled in an inside pocket.

Andy breathes a sigh of relief.

BROOKS

Jake says thanks. Fell out of his

nest over by the plate shop. I'm

lookin' after him till he's old

enough to fly.

Andy nods, proceeds to eat. Carefully. Heywood approaches.

JIGGER

Oh, Christ, here he comes.

HEYWOOD

Mornin', boys. It's a fine mornin'.

You know why it's fine?

Heywood plops his tray down, sits. The men start pulling out

cigarettes and handing them down.

HEYWOOD

That's right, send 'em all down. I

wanna see 'em lined up in a row,

pretty as a chorus line.

An impressive pile forms. Heywood bends down and inhales

deeply, smelling the aroma. Rapture.

FLOYD

Smell my ass...

HEYWOOD

Gee, Red. Terrible shame, your

horse comin' in last and all.

Hell, I sure do love that horse of

mine. I believe I owe that boy a

big sloppy kiss when I see him.

RED

Give him some'a your cigarettes

instead, cheap bastard.

HEYWOOD

Say Tyrell, you pull infirmary duty

this week? How's that winnin' horse

of mine, anyway?

TYRELL

Dead.

(the men fall silent)

Hadley busted his head pretty good.

Doc already went home for the

night. Poor bastard lay there till

this morning. By then...

He shakes his head, turns back to his food. The silence

mounts. Heywood glances around. Men resume eating. Softly:

ANDY

What was his name?

HEYWOOD

What? What'd you say?

ANDY

I was wondering if anyone knew his

name.

HEYWOOD

What the fuck you care, new fish?

(resumes eating)

Doesn't matter what his fuckin'

name was. He's dead.

33 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1947) 33

A DEAFENING NOISE of industrial washers and presses. Andy works

the laundry line. A nightmarish job. He's new at it. BOB, the

con foreman, elbows him aside and shows him how it's done.

34 INT -- SHOWERS -- DAY (1947) 34

Shower heads mounted in bare concrete. Andy showers with a

dozen or more men. No modesty here. At least the water is good

and hot, soothing his tortured muscles.

Bogs looms from the billowing steam, smiling, checking Andy up

and down. Rooster and PETE appear from the sides. The Sisters.

BOGS

You're some sweet punk. You been

broke in yet?

Andy tries to step past them. He gets shoved around, nothing

serious, just some slap and tickle. Jackals sizing up prey.

BOGS

Hard to get. I like that.

Andy breaks free, flushed and shaking. He hurries off, leaving

the three Sisters laughing.

35 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 35

Andy lies staring at the darkness, unable to sleep.

36 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- DAY (1947) 36

Exercise period. Red plays catch with Heywood and Jigger,

lazily tossing a baseball around. Red notices Andy off to the

side. Nods hello. Andy takes this as a cue to amble over.

Heywood and Jigger pause, watching.

ANDY

(offers his hand)

Hello. I'm Andy Dufresne.

Red glances at the hand, ignores it. The game continues.

RED

The wife-killin' banker.

ANDY

How do you know that?

RED

I keep my ear to the ground. Why'd

you do it?

ANDY

I didn't, since you ask.

RED

Hell, you'll fit right in, then.

(off Andy's look)

Everyone's innocent in here, don't

you know that? Heywood! What are

you in for, boy?

HEYWOOD

Didn't do it! Lawyer fucked me!

Red gives Andy a look. See?

ANDY

What else have you heard?

RED

People say you're a cold fish. They

say you think your shit smells

sweeter than ordinary. That true?

ANDY

What do you think?

RED

Ain't made up my mind yet.

Heywood nudges Jigger. Watch this. He winds up and throws the

ball hard -- right at Andy's head. Andy sees it coming out of

the corner of his eye, whirls and catches it. Beat. He sends

the ball right back, zinging it into Heywood's hands. Heywood

drops the ball and grimaces, wringing his stung hands.

ANDY

I understand you're a man who knows

how to get things.

RED

I'm known to locate certain things

from time to time. They seem to

fall into my hands. Maybe it's

'cause I'm Irish.

ANDY

I wonder if you could get me a

rock-hammer?

RED

What is it and why?

ANDY

You make your customers' motives a

part of your business?

RED

If you wanted a toothbrush, I

wouldn't ask questions. I'd just

quote a price. A toothbrush, see,

is a non-lethal sort of object.

ANDY

Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about

eight or nine inches long. Looks

like a miniature pickaxe, with a

small sharp pick on one end, and a

blunt hammerhead on the other. It's

for rocks.

RED

Rocks.

Andy squats, motions Red to join him. Andy grabs a handful of

dirt and sifts it through his hands. He finds a pebble and

rubs it clean. It has a nice milky glow. He tosses it to Red.

RED

Quartz?

ANDY

Quartz, sure. And look. Mica. Shale.

Silted granite. There's some graded

limestone, from when they cut this

place out of the hill.

RED

So?

ANDY

I'm a rockhound. At least I was, in

my old life. I'd like to be again,

on a limited scale.

RED

Yeah, that or maybe plant your toy

in somebody's skull?

ANDY

I have no enemies here.

RED

No? Just wait.

Red flicks his gaze past Andy. Bogs is watching them.

RED

Word gets around. The Sisters have

taken a real shine to you, yes they

have. Especially Bogs.

ANDY

Tell me something. Would it help if

I explained to them I'm not

homosexual?

RED

Neither are they. You have to be

human first. They don't qualify.

(off Andy's look)

Bull queers take by force, that's

all they want or understand. I'd

grow eyes in the back of my head if

I were you.

ANDY

Thanks for the advice.

RED

That comes free. But you understand

my concern.

ANDY

If there's trouble, I doubt a rock-

hammer will do me any good.

RED

Then I guess you wanna escape.

Tunnel under the wall maybe?

(Andy laughs politely)

I miss the joke. What's so funny?

ANDY

You'll know when you see the rock-

hammer.

RED

What's this item usually go for?

ANDY

Seven dollars in any rock and gem shop.

RED

My standard mark-up's twenty

percent, but we're talkin' about a

special object. Risk goes up, price

goes up. Call it ten bucks even.

ANDY

Ten it is.

RED

I'll see what I can do.

(rises, slapping dust)

But it's a waste of money.

ANDY

Oh?

RED

Folks who run this place love

surprise inspections. They turn a

blind eye to some things, but not

a gadget like that. They'll find

it, and you'll lose it. Mention my

name, we'll never do business

again. Not for a pair of shoelaces

or a stick of gum.

ANDY

I understand. Thank you, Mr...?

RED

Red. The name's Red.

ANDY

Red. I'm Andy. Pleasure doing

business with you.

They shake. Andy strolls off. Red watches him go.

RED (V.O.)

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 just wasn't normal around

here. He strolled. like a man in a

park without a care or worry. Like

he had on an invisible coat that

would shield him from this place.

(resumes playing catch)

Yes, I think it would be fair to

say I liked Andy from the start.

37 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1947) 37

Red gets his breakfast and heads for a table. Andy falls in

step, slips him a tightly-folded square of paper.

38 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 38

Lying on his bunk, Red unfolds the square. A ten dollar bill.

RED (V.O.)

He was a man who adapted fast.

39 EXT -- LOADING DOCK -- DAY (1947) 39

Under watchful supervision, CONS are off-loading bags of dirty

laundry from an "Eliot Nursing Home" truck.

RED (V.O.)

Years later, I found out he'd

brought in quite a bit more than

just ten dollars...

A certain bag hits the ground. The TRUCK DRIVER shoots a look

at a black con, LEONARD, then ambles over to a GUARD to shoot

the shit. Leonard loads the bag onto a cart...

40 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1947) 40

Bags are being unloaded. We find Leonard working the line.

RED (V.O.)

When they check you into this

hotel, one of the bellhops bends

you over and looks up your works,

just to make sure you're not

carrying anything. But a truly

determined man can get an object

quite a ways up there.

Leonard slips a small paper-wrapped package out of the laundry

bag, hides it under his apron, and keeps sorting...

4l INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY EXCHANGE -- DAY (1947) 41

Red deposits his dirty bundle and moves down the line to where

the clean sheets are being handed out.

RED (V.O.)

That's how Andy joined our happy

little Shawshank family with more

than five hundred dollars on his

person. Determination.

Leonard catches Red's eye, turns and grabs a specific stack of

clean sheets. He hands it across to Red --

TIGHT ANGLE

-- and more than clean laundry changes hands. Two packs of

cigarettes slide out of Red's hand into Leonard's.

42 INT -- RED'S CELL -- DAY (1947) 42

Red slips the package out of his sheets, carefully checks to

make sure nobody's coming, then rips it open. He pulls out the

rock-hammer. It's just as Andy described. Red laughs softly.

RED (V.O.)

Andy was right. I finally got the

joke. It would take a man about six

hundred years to tunnel under the

wall with one of these.

43 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- 2ND TIER -- NIGHT (1947) 43

Brooks Hatlen pushes a cart of books from cell to cell. The

rolling library. He finds Red waiting for him. Red slips the

rock-hammer, wrapped in a towel, through the bars and onto the

cart. Next comes six cigarettes to pay for postage.

RED

Dufresne.

Brooks nods, never missing a beat. He rolls his cart to

Andy's cell, mutters through the bars:

BROOKS

Middle shelf, wrapped in a towel.

Andy's hand snakes through the bars and makes the object

disappear. The hand comes back and deposits a small slip of

folded paper along with more cigarettes. Brooks turns his cart

around and goes back. He pauses, sorting his books long enough

for Red to snag the slip of paper. Brooks continues on,

scooping the cigarettes off the cart and into his pocket.

44 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 44

Red unfolds the slip of paper. Penciled neatly on it is a

single word: "Thanks."

45 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1947) 45

We are assaulted by the deafening noise of the laundry line.

Andy is doing his job, getting good at it.

BOB

DUFRESNE! WE'RE LOW ON HEXLITE!

HEAD ON BACK AND FETCH US UP SOME!

Andy nods. He leaves the line, weaving his way through the

laundry room and into --

46 INT -- BACK ROOMS/STOCK AREA -- DAY (1947) 46

-- a dark, tangled maze of rooms and corridors, boilers and

furnaces, sump pumps, old washing machines, pallets of

cleaning supplies and detergents, you name it. Andy hefts a

cardboard drum of Hexlite off the stack, turns around --

-- and finds Bogs Diamond in the aisle. blocking his way.

Rooster looms from the shadows to his right, Pete Verness

on the left. A frozen beat. Andy slams the Hexlite to the

floor, rips off the top, and scoops out a double handful.

ANDY

You get this in your eyes, it

blinds you.

BOGS

Honey, hush.

Andy backs up, holding them at bay, trying to maneuver through

the maze. The Sisters keep coming, tense and guarded, eyes

riveted and gauging his every move, trying to outflank him.

Andy trips on some old gaint sugglies. That's all it takes.

They're on him in an instant, kicking and stomping.

Andy gets yanked to his feet. Bogs applies a chokehold from

behind. They propel him across the room and slam him against

an old four-pocket machine, bending him over it. Rooster jams

a rag into Andy's mouth and secures it with a steel pipe, like

a horse bit. Andy kicks and struggles, but Rooster and Pete

have his arms firmly pinned. Bogs whispers in Andy's ear:

BOGS

That's it, fight. Better that way.

Andy starts screaming, muffled by the rag. CAMERA PULLS BACK,

SLOWLY WIDENING. The big Washex blocks our view. All we see

is Andy's screaming face and the men holding him down...

...and CAMERA DRIFTS FROM THE ROOM, leaving the dark place

and the dingy act behind...MOVING up empty corridors, past

concrete walls and steel pipes...

RED (V.O.)

I wish I could tell you that Andy

fought the good fight, and the

Sisters let him be. I wish I could

tell you that, but prison is no

fairy-tale world.

WE EMERGE into the prison laundry past a guard, WIDENING for

a final view of the line. The giant steel "mangler" is

slapping down in brutal rhythm. The sound is deafening.

RED (V.O.)

He never said who did it...but we

all knew.

PRISON MONTAGE: (1947 through 1949)

47 Andy plods through his days. Working. Eating. Chipping and 47

shaping his rocks after lights-out...

RED (V.O.)

Things went on like that for a

while. Prison life consists of

routine, and then more routine.

48 Andy walks the yard, face swollen and bruised. 48

RED (V.O.)

Every so often, Andy would show up

with fresh bruises.

49 Andy eats breakfast. A few tables over, Bogs blows him a kiss. 49

RED (V.O.)

The Sisters kept at him. Sometimes

he was able to fight them off...

sometimes not.

50 Andy backs into a corner in some dingy part of the prison,

wildly swinging a rake at his tormentors.

RED (V.O.)

He always fought, that's what I

remember. He fought because he knew

if he didn't fight, it would make

it that much easier not to fight

the next time.

The rake connects, snapping off over somebody's skull. They

beat the hell out of him.

RED (V.O.)

Half the time it landed him in the

infirmary...

51 INT -- SOLITARY CONFINEMENT ("THE HOLE") -- NIGHT (1949) 51

A stone closet. No bed, sink, or lights. Just a toilet with no

seat. Andy sits on bare concrete, bruised face lit by a faint

ray of light falling through the tiny slit in the steel door.

RED (V.O.)

...the other half, it landed him in

solitary. Warden Norton's "grain &

drain" vacation. Bread, water, and

all the privacy you could want.

52 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1949) 52

Andy is working the line.

RED (V.O.)

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 also believe if things

had gone on that way, this place

would have got the best of him.

But then, in the spring of 1949,

the powers-that-be decided that...

53 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1949) 53

Warden Norton addresses the assembled cons via bullhorn:

NORTON

...the roof of the license-plate

factory needs resurfacing. I need a

dozen volunteers for a week's work.

We're gonna be taking names in this

steel bucket here...

Red glances around at his friends. Andy also catches his eye.

RED (V.O.)

It was outdoor detail, and May is

one damn fine month to be workin'

outdoors.

54 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1949) 54

Cons shuffle past, dropping slips of paper into a bucket.

RED (V.O.)

More than a hundred men volunteered

for the job.

Red saunters to a guard named TIM YOUNGBLOOD, mutters

discreetly in his ear.

55 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1949) 55

Youngblood is pulling names and reading them off. Red

exchanges grins with Andy and the others.

RED (V.O.)

Wouldn't you know it? Me and some

fellas I know were among the names

called.

56 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1949) 56

Red slips Youngblood six packs of cigarettes.

RED (V.O.)

Only cost us a pack of smokes per

man. I made my usual twenty

percent, of course.

57 EXT -- LICENSE PLATE FACTORY -- DAY (1949) 57

A tar-cooker bubbles and smokes. TWO CONS dip up a bucket of

tar and tie a rope to the handle. The rope goes taught. CAMERA

FOLLOWS the bucket of tar up the side of the building to --

58 THE ROOF 58

-- where it is relayed to the work detail. The men are dipping

big Padd brushes and spreading the tar. ANGLZ OVER to Byron

Hadley bitching sourly to his fellow guards:

HADLEY

...so this shithead lawyer calls

long distance from Texas, and he

says, Byron Hadley? I say, yeah. He

says, sorry to inform you, but your

brother just died.

YOUNGBLOOD

Damn, Byron. Sorry to hear that.

HADLEY

I ain't. He was an asshole. Run off

years ago, family ain't heard of him

since. Figured him for dead anyway.

So this lawyer prick says, your

brother died a rich man. Oil wells

and shit, close to a million bucks.

Jesus, it's frigging incredible how

lucky some assholes can get.

TROUT

A million bucks? Jeez-Louise! You

get any of that?

HADLEY

Thirty five thousand. That's what

he left me.

TROUT

Dollars? Holy shit, that's great!

Like winnin' a lottery...

(off Hadley's shitty look)

...ain't it?

HADLEY

Dumbshit. What do you figger the

government's gonna do to me? Take a

big wet bite out of my ass, is what.

TROUT

Oh. Hadn't thought of that.

HADLEY

Maybe leave me enough to buy a new

car with. Then what happens? You

pay tax on the car. Repairs and

maintenance. Goddamn kids pesterin'

you to take 'em for a ride...

MERT

And drive it, if they're old enough.

HADLEY

That's right, wanting to drive it,

wanting to learn on it, f'Chrissake!

Then at the end of the year, if you

figured the tax wrong, they make

you pay out of your own pocket.

Uncle Sam puts his hand in your

shirt and squeezes your tit till

it's purple. Always get the short

end. That's a fact.

(spits over the side)

Some brother. Shit.

The prisoners keep spreading tar, eyes on their work.

HEYWOOD

Poor Byron. What terrible fuckin'

luck. Imagine inheriting thirty

five thousand dollars.

RED

Crying shame. Some folks got it

awful bad.

Red glances over -- and is shocked to see Andy standing up,

listening to the guards talk.

RED

Hey, you nuts? Keep your eyes on

your pail!

Andy tosses his Padd in the bucket and strolls toward Hadley.

RED

Andy! Come back! Shit!

SNOOZE

What's he doing?

FLOYD

Gettin' himself killed.

RED

God damn it...

HEYWOOD

Just keep spreadin' tar...

The guards stiffen at Andy's approach. Youngblood's hand goes

to his holster. The tower guards CLICK-CLACK their rifle

bolts. Hadley turns, stupefied to find Andy there.

ANDY

Mr. Hadley. Do you trust your wife?

HADLEY

That's funny. You're gonna look

funnier suckin' my dick with no

fuckin' teeth.

ANDY

What I mean is, do you think she'd

go behind your back? Try to

hamstring you?

HADLEY

That's it! Step aside, Mert. This

fucker's havin' hisself an accident.

Hadley grabs Andy's collar and propels him violently toward

the edge of the roof. The cons furiously keep spreading tar.

HEYWOOD

Oh God, he's gonna do it, he's

gonna throw him off the roof...

SNOOZE

Oh shit, oh fuck, oh Jesus...

ANDY

Because if you do trust her, there's

no reason in the world you can't

keep every cent of that money.

Hadley abruptly jerks Andy to a stop right at the edge. In

fact, Andy's past the edge, beyond his balance, shoetips

scraping the roof. The only thing between him and an ugly drop

to the concrete is Hadley's grip on the front of his shirt.

HADLEY

You better start making sense.

ANDY

If you want to keep that money, all

of it, just give it to your wife.

See, the IRS allows you a one-time-

only gift to your spouse. It's good

up to sixty thousand dollars.

HADLEY

Naw, that ain't right! Tax free?

ANDY

Tax free. IRS can't touch one cent.

The cons are pausing work, stunned by this business discussion.

HADLEY

You're the smart banker what shot

his wife. Why should I believe a

smart banker like you? So's I can

wind up in here with you?

ANDY

It's perfectly legal. Go ask the

IRS, they'll say the same thing.

Actually, I feel silly telling you

all this. I'm sure you would have

investigated the matter yourself.

HADLEY

Fuckin'-A. I don't need no smart

wife-killin' banker to show me where

the bear shit in the buckwheat.

ANDY

Of course not. But you will need

somebody to set up the tax-free

gift, and that'll cost you. A

lawyer, for example...

HADLEY

Ambulance-chaaing, highway-robbing

cocksuckers!

ANDY

...or come to think of it, I

suppose I could set it up for you.

That would save you some money.

I'll write down the forms you need,

you can pick them up, and I'll

prepare them for your signature...

nearly free of charge.

(off Hadley's look)

I'd only ask three beers apiece for

my co-workers, if that seems fair.

TROUT

(guffawing)

Co-workers! Get him! That's rich,

ain't it? Co-workers...

Hadley freezes him with a look. Andy presses on:

ANDY

I think a nan working outdoors

feels more like a man if he can

have a bottle of suds. That's only

my opinion.

The convicts stand gaping, all pretense of work gone. They

look like they've been pole-axed. Hadley shoots them a look.

HADLEY

What are you jimmies starin' at?

Back to work, goddamn it!

59 EXT -- LICENSE PLATE FACTORY -- DAY (1949) 59

As before, an object is hauled up the side of the building by

rope -- only this time, it's a cooler of beer and ice.

RED (V.O.)

And that's how it came to pass,

that on the second-to-last day of

the job, the convict crew that

tarred the plate factory roof in

the spring of '49...

60 EXT -- ROOF -- SHORTLY LATER (1949) 60

The cons are taking the sun and drinking beer.

RED (V.O.)

...wound up sitting in a row at ten

o'clock in the morning, drinking icy

cold Black Label beer courtesy of

the hardest screw that ever walked

a turn at Shawshank State Prison.

HADLEY

Drink up, boys. While it's cold.

RED (V.O.)

The colossal prick even managed to

sound magnanimous.

Red knocks back another sip, enjoying the bitter cold on his

tongue and the warm sun on face.

RED (V.O.)

We sat and drank with the sun on

our shoulders, and felt like free

men. We could'a been tarring the

roof of one of our own houses. We

were the Lords of all Creation.

He glances over to Andy squatting apart from the others.

RED (V.O.)

As for Andy, he spent that break

hunkered in the shade, a strange

little smile on his face, watching

us drink his beer.

HEYWOOD

(approaches with a beer)

Here's a cold one, Andy.

ANDY

No thanks. I gave up drinking.

Heywood drifts back to others, giving them a look.

RED (V.O.)

You could argue he'd done it to

curry favor with the guards. Or

maybe make a few friends among us

cons. Me, I think he did it just to

feel normal again...if only for a

short while.

61 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- THE BLEACHERS -- DAY (1949) 61

Andy and Red play checkers. Red makes his move.

RED

King me.

ANDY

Chess. Now there's a game of kings.

Civilized...strategic...

RED

...and totally fuckin'

inexplicable. Hate that game.

ANDY

Maybe you'll let me teach you

someday. I've been thinking of

getting a board together.

RED

You come to the right place. I'm

the man who can get things.

ANDY

We might do business on a board. But

the pieces, I'd like to carve those

myself. One side done in quartz...

the opposing side in limestone.

RED

That'd take you years.

ANDY

Years I've got. What I don't have

are the rocks. Pickings here in the

exercise yard are pretty slim.

RED

How's that rock-hammer workin' out

anyway? Scratch your name on your

wall yet?

ANDY

(smiles)

Not yet. I suppose I should.

RED

Andy? I guess we're gettin' to be

friends, ain't we?

ANDY

I suppose we are.

RED

I ask a question? Why'd you do it?

ANDY

I'm innocent, remember? Just like

everybody else here.

Red takes this as a gentle rebuff, keeps playing.

ANDY

What are you in for, Red?

RED

Murder. Same as you.

ANDY

Innocent?

RED

The only guilty man in Shawshank.

62 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 62

Andy lies in his bunk after lights out, polishing a fragment

of quartz by the light of the moon. He pauses, glancing at

all the names scratched in the wall. He rises, makes sure

the coast is clear, and starts scratching his name into the

cement with his rock-hammer, adding to the record.

63 RAY MILLAND 63

fills the screen in glorious (and scratchy) black & white,

suffering a bad case of DT's...

64 INT -- PRISON AUDITORIUM -- NIGHT (1949) 64

...while a CONVICT AUDIENCE hoots and catcalls, talking back

to the screen. We find Red slouched in a folding chair,

watching the movie. Andy enters, backlit by the flickering

glare of the projector, and takes a seat next to him.

RED

Here's the good part. Bugs come out

of the walls to get his ass.

ANDY

I know. I've seen it three times

this month already.

Ray Milland starts SCREAMING. The entire audience SCREAMS with

him, high-pitched and hysterical. Andy fidgets.

ANDY

Can we talk business?

RED

Sure. What do you want?

ANDY

Rita Hayworth. Can you get her?

RED

No problem. Take a few weeks.

ANDY

Weeks?

RED

Don't have her stuffed down my

pants this very moment, sorry to

say. Relax. What are you so nervous

about? She's just a woman.

Andy nods, embarrassed. He gets up and hurries out. Red grins,

turns back to the movie.

65 INT -- AUDITORIUM CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1949) 65

Andy exits the theater and freezes in his tracks. Two dark

figures loom in the corridor, blocking his path. Rooster and

Pete. Andy turns back -- and runs right into Bogs. Instant

bear hug. The Sisters are on him like a flash. They kick a

door open and drag him into --

66 THE PROJECTION BOOTH 66

-- where they confront the startled PROJECTIONIST, an old con

blinking at them through thick bifocals.

BOGS

Take a walk.

PROJECTIONIST

I have to change reels.

BOGS

I said fuck off.

Terrified, the old man darts past and out the door. Pete slams

and locks it. Bogs shoves Andy to the center of the room.

BOGS

Ain't you gonna scream?

Andy sighs, cocks his head at the projector.

ANDY

They'd never hear me over that.

Let's get this over with.

Seemingly resigned, Andy turns around, leans on the rewind

bench -- and curls his fingers around a full 1.000 foot reel

of 35mm film. Rooster licks his lips, pushes past the others.

ROOSTER

Me first.

ANDY

Okay.

Andy whips the reel of film around in a vicious arc, smashing

it into Rooster's face and bouncing him off the wall.

ROOSTER

Fuck! Shit! He broke my nose!

Andy fights like hell, but is soon overpowered and forced to his

knees. Bogs steps to Andy, pulls out an awl with a vicious

eight-inch spike, gives him a good long look at it.

BOGS

Now I'm gonna open my fly, and

you're gonna swallow what I give

you to swallow. And when you

do mine, you gonna swallow

Rooster's. You done broke his nose,

so he ought to have somethin' to

show for it.

ANDY

Anything you put in my mouth,

you're going to lose.

BOGS

You don't understand. You do that,

I'll put all eight inches of this

steel ii your ear.

ANDY

Okay. But you should know that

sudden serious brain injury causes

the victim to bite down. Hard.

(faint smile)

In fact, I understand the bite-reflex

is so strong the victim's jaws have

to be pried open with a crowbar.

The Sisters consider this carefully. The film runs out of the

projector, flapping on the reel. The screen goes white.

BOGS

You little fuck.

Andy gets a bootheel in the face. The Sisters start kicking

and beating the living shit out of him with anything they can

get their hands on. In the theater, the convicts are CHANTING

AND CLAPPING for the movie to come back on.

RED (V.O.)

Bogs didn't put anything in Andy's

mouth, and neither did his friends.

What they did do is beat him within

an inch of his life...

67 INT -- INFIRMARY -- DAY (1949) 67

Andy lies wrapped in bandages.

RED (V.O.)

Andy spent a month in traction.

68 INT -- SOLITARY CONFINEMENT -- DAY (1949) 68

RED (V.O.)

Bogs spent a week in the hole.

Bogs sits on bare concrete. The steel door slides open.

GUARD

Time's up, Bogs.

69 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- 3RD TIER -- DUSK (1949) 69

Bogs comes up the stairs, smoking a cigarette. Not many

cons around; the place is virtually deserted. A VOICE

echoes dimly over the P.A. system:

VOICE (O.S.)

Return to your cellblocks for

evening count.

Bogs enters his cell. Dark in here. He fumbles for the light

cord, yanks it. The sudden light reveals Captain Hadley six

inches from his face, waiting for him. Mert steps in behind

Bogs. hemming him.

Before Bogs can even open his mouth to say "what the fuck,"

Hadley rams the tip of his baton brutally into his solar

plexus. Bogs doubles over, gagging his wind out.

70 GROUND FLOOR 70

Ernie comes slowly around the corner, rolling a steel mop

cart loaded with supplies.

71 2ND TIER 71

Red is darning a sock in his open cell. He pauses, frowning,

hearing strange THUMPING sounds. What the hell is that?

72 3RD TIER 72

It's Hadley and Mert methodically and brutally pulping Bogs

with their batons, and kicking the shit out of him for good

measure. He feebly tries to ward them off.

73 2ND TIER 73

Puzzled, Red steps from his cell, following the sound. It

dawns on him that it's coming from above. He moves to the

railing and leans out, craning around to look up --

74 RED'S POV 74

-- just as Bogs flips over the railing and comes sailing

directly toward us, eyes bugging out, SCREAMING as he falls.

75 RED (SLOW MOTION) 75

jumps back as Bogs plummets past, missing him by inches, arms

swimming and trying to grab the railing (but missing that

too), SCREAMING aaaaalll the way down --

76 GROUND FLOOR 76

-- and impacting on Ernie's gassing mop cart in an enormous

eruption of solvents and cleansers. The cart is squashed flat,

shooting out from under Bogs and skidding across the cellblock

floor like a tiddly wink, kicking up sparks for thirty yards.

Ernie is left gaping in shock at Bogs and all the Bogs-related

wreckage at his feet.

77 2ND TIER 77

Red is stunned. He very tentatively leans out and looks up.

Above him, Hadley and Mert lean on the 3rd tier railing.

Hadley tilts the cap back on his head, shakes his head.

MERT

Damn, Byron. Look'a that.

HADLEY

Poor fella must'a tripped.

A tiny drop of blood drips off the toe of Hadley's shoe and

splashes across Red's upturned cheek. He wipes it off, then

looks down at Bogs. Cons and guards are racing to the scene.

RED (V.O.)

Two things never happened again

after that. The Sisters never laid

a finger on Andy again...

7B EXT -- PRISON YARD/LOADING DOCK -- DAY (1949) 78

Bogs, wheelchair-bound and wearing a neck brace, is loaded

onto an ambulance for transport. Behind the fence stand Red

and his friends, watching.

RED (V.O.)

...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.

RED

I'm thinkin' Andy could use a nice

welcome back when he gets out of

the infirmary.

HEYWOOD

Sounds good to us. Figure we owe

him for the beer.

RED

Man likes to play chess. Let's get

him some rocks.

79 EXT -- FIELD -- DAY (1949) 79

A HUNDRED CONS at work. Hoes rise and fall in long waves.

GUARDS patrol on horseback. Heywood turns up a rocky chunk,

quickly shoves it down his pants. He maneuvers to Red and the

others, pulls out the chunk and shows it to them.

FLOYD

That ain't quartz. Nor limestone.

HEYWOOD

What are you, fuckin' geologist?

SNOOZE

He's right, it ain't.

HEYWOOD

What the hell is it then?

RED

Horse apple.

HEYWOOD

Bullshit.

RED

No, horse shit. Petrified.

Cackling, the men go back to work. Heywood stares at the rock.

He crumbles it in his hands.

RED (V.O.)

Despite a few hitches, the boys

came through in fine style...

80 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- BACK ROOM -- DAY (1949) 80

A huge detergent box is filled with rocks, hidden in the

shadows behind a boiler furnace.

RED (V.O.)

...and by the week Andy was due

back, we had enough rocks saved up

to keep him busy till Rapture.

ANGLE SHIFTS to Red as he plops a bag of "laundry" on the

floor. Leonard and Bob toss a few more down. Red starts

pulling out contraband, giving them their commissions.

RED (V.O.)

Also got a big shipment in that

week. Cigarettes, chewing gum,

shoelaces, playing cards with naked

ladies on 'em, you name it...

(pulls a cardboard tube)

...and, of course, the most

important item.

81 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1949) 81

Andy, limping a bit, returns from the infirmary. Red watches

from his cell as Andy is brought up and locked away.

82 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 82

Andy finds the cardboard tube lying on his bunk.

GUARD (O.S.)

Lights out!

The lights go off. Andy opens the tube and pulls out a large

rolled poster. He lets it uncurl to the floor. A small scrap

of paper flutters out, landing at his feet. The poster is the

famous Rita Hayworth pin-up -- one hand behind her head, eyes

half closed, sulky lips parted. Andy picks up the scrap of

paper. It reads: "No charge. Welcome back." Alone in the dark,

Andy smiles.

83 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1949) 83

The BUZZER SOUNDS, the cells SLAM OPEN. Cons step from their

cells. Andy catches Red's eye, nods his thanks. As the men

shuffle down to breakfast, Red glances into Andy's cell --

84 RED'S POV -- DOLLYING PAST 84

-- and sees Rita in her new place of honor on Andy's wall.

Sunlight casts a harsh barred shadow across her lovely face.

85 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1949) 85

Ernie is mopping the floor. He glances back and sees Warden

Norton approach the cellblock with an entourage of a DOZEN

GUARDS. Still mopping, Ernie mutters to the nearest cell:

ERNIE

Heads up. They're tossin' cells.

Word travels fast from cell to cell. Cons scramble to tidy up

and hide things. Norton enters, nods to his men. The guards

pair off in all directions, making their choices at random.

GUARD

What kind'a contraband you hiding

in there, boy?

Cells are opened, occupants displaced, items scattered,

mattresses overturned. Whatever contraband is found gets

tossed out onto the cellblock floor. Mostly harmless stuff.

A GUARD pulls a sharpened screwdriver out of a mattress,

shoots a nasty look at the CON responsible.

NORTON

Solitary. A week. Make sure he

takes his Bible.

CON

Too goddamn dark to read down there.

NORTON

Add another week for blasphemy.

The man is taken away. Norton's gaze goes up.

NORTON

Let's try the second tier.

86 2ND TIER 86

Norton arrives, makes a thin show of picking a cell at random.

He motions at Andy on his bunk, reading his Bible. The door is

unlocked. Norton enters, trailed by his men. Andy rises.

ANDY

Good evening.

Norton gives a curt nod. Hadley and Trout start tossing the

cell in a thorough search. Norton keeps his eyes on Andy,

looking for a wrong glance or nervous blink. He takes the

Bible out of Andy's hand.

NORTON

I'm pleased to see you reading

this. Any favorite passages?

ANDY

"Watch ye therefore, for ye know not

when the master of the house cometh."

NORTON

(smiles)

Luke. Chapter 13, verse 35. I've

always liked that one.

(strolls the cell)

But I prefer: "I am the light of

the world. He that followeth me

shall not walk in darkness, but

shall have the light of life."

ANDY

John. Chapter 8, verse 12.

NORTON

I hear you're good with numbers.

How nice. A man should have a skill.

HADLEY

You wanna explain this?

Andy glances over. Hadley is holding up a rock blanket, a

polishing cloth roughly the size of an oven mitt.

ANDY

It's called a rock blanket. It's

for shaping and polishing rocks.

Little hobby of mine.

Hadley glances at the rocks lining the window sill, turns to

Norton.

HADLEY

Looks pretty clean. Some contraband

here, nothing to get in a twist over.

Norton nods, strolls to the poster of Rita.

NORTON

I can't say I approve of this...

(turns to Andy)

...but I suppose exceptions can

always be made.

Norton exits, the guards follow. The cell door is slammed and

locked. Norton pauses, turns back.

NORTON

I almost forgot.

He reaches through the bars and returns the Bible to Andy.

NORTON

I'd hate to deprive you of this.

Salvation lies within.

Norton and his men walk away.

RED (V.O.)

Tossin' cells was just an excuse.

Truth is, Norton wanted to size

Andy up.

87 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1949) 87

Andy is working the line. Hadley enters and confers briefly

with Bob. Bob nods, crosses to Andy, taps him. Andy turns,

removes an earplug. Bob shouts over the machine noise:

BOB

DUFRESNE! YOU'RE OFF THE LINE!

88 INT -- WARDEN NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1949) 88

Andy is led in. Norton is at his desk doing paperwork. Andy's

eyes go to a framed needle-point sampler on the wall behind

him that reads: "HIS JUDGMENT COMETH AND THAT RIGHT SOON."

NORTON

My wife made that in church group.

ANDY

It's very pretty, sir.

NORTON

You like working in the laundry?

ANDY

No, sir. Not especially.

NORTON

Perhaps we can find something more

befitting a man of your education.

89 INT -- MAIN BUILDING -- STORAGE ROOMS -- DAY (1949) 89

A series of bleak rooms stacked high with unused filing

cabinets, desks, paint supplies, etc. Andy enters. He hears a

FLUTTER OF WINGS. An adult crow lands on a filing cabinet and

struts back and forth, checking him out. Andy smiles.

ANDY

Hey, Jake. Where's Brooks?

Brooks Hatlen pokes his head out of the back room.

BROOKS

Andy! Thought I heard you out here!

ANDY

I've been reassigned to you.

BROOKS

I know, they told me. Ain't that a

kick in the ass? Come on in, I'll

give you the dime tour.

90 INT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1949) 90

Brooks leads Andy into the bleakest back room of all. Rough

plank shelves are lined with books. Brooks' private domain.

BROOKS

Here she is, the Shawshank Prison

Library. Along this side, we got

the National Geographics. That

side, the Reader's Digest Condensed

books. Bottom shelf there, some

Louis L'Amours and Erle Stanley

Gardners. Every night I pile the

cart and make my rounds. I write

down the names on this clipboard

here. Well, that's it. Easy, peasy,

Japanesey. Any questions?

Andy pauses. Something about this doesn't make any sense.

ANDY

Brooks? How long have you been

librarian?

BROOKS

Since 1912. Yuh, over 37 years.

ANDY

In all that time, have you ever had

an assistant?

BROOKS

Never needed one. Not much to it,

is there?

ANDY

So why now? Why me?

BROOKS

I dunno. Be nice to have some

comp'ny down here for a change.

HADLEY (O.S.)

Dufresne!

91 Andy steps back into the outer rooms and finds Hadley with 91

another GUARD, a huge fellow named DEKINS.

HADLEY

That's him. That's the one.

Hadley exits. Dekins approaches Andy ominously. Andy stands

his ground, waiting for whatever comes next. Finally:

DEKINS

I'm Dekins. I been, uh, thinkin'

'bout maybe settin' up some kinda

trust fund for my kids' educations.

Andy covers his surprise. Glances at Brooks. Brooks smiles.

ANDY

I see. Well. Why don't we have a

seat and talk it over?

BROOKS

Pull down one'a them desks there.

Andy and Dekins grab a desk standing on end and tilt it to the

floor. They find chairs and settle in. Brooks returns with a

tablet of paper and a pen, slides them before Andy.

ANDY

What did you have in mind? A weekly

draw on your pay?

DEKINS

Yuh. I figured just stick it in the

bank, but Captain Hadley said check

with you first.

ANDY

He was right. You don't want your

money in a bank.

DEKINS

I don't?

ANDY

What's that gonna earn you? Two and

a half, three percent a year? We

can do a lot better than that.

(wets his pen)

So tell me, Mr. Dekins. Where do

you want to send your kids?

Harvard? Yale?

92 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1949) 92

FLOYD

He didn't say that!

BROOKS

God is my witness. And Dekins, he

just blinks for a second, then

laughs his ass off. Afterward, he

actually shook Andy's hand.

HEYWOOD

My ass!

BROOKS

Shook his fuckin' hand. Just about

shit myself. All Andy needed was a

suit and tie, a jiggly little hula

girl on his desk, he would'a been

Mister Dufresne, if you please.

RED

Makin' yourself some friends, Andy.

ANDY

I wouldn't say "friends." I'm a

convicted murderer who provides

sound financial planning. That's a

wonderful pet to have.

RED

Got you out of the laundry, didn't

it?

ANDY

Maybe it can do more than that.

(off their looks)

How about expanding the library?

Get some new books in there.

HEYWOOD

How you 'spect to do that, "Mr.

Dufresne-if-you-please?"

ANDY

Ask the warden for funds.

LAUGHTER all around. Andy blinks at them.

BROOKS

Son, I've had six wardens through

here during my tenure, and I have

learned one great immutable truth

of the universe: ain't one of 'em

been born whose asshole don't

pucker up tight as a snare drum

when you ask for funds.

93 INT -- MAIN BUILDING HALLWAY -- DAY (1949) 93

DOLLYING Norton and Andy up the hall:

NORTON

Not a dime. My budget's stretched

thin as it is.

ANDY

I see. Perhaps I could write to the

State Senate and request funds

directly from them.

NORTON

Far as them Republican boys in

Augusta are concerned, there's only

three ways to spend the taxpayer's

hard-earned when it come to prisons.

More walls. More bars. More guards.

ANDY

Still, I'd like to try, with your

permission. I'll send a letter a

week. They can't ignore me forever.

NORTON

They sure can, but you write your

letters if it makes you happy. I'll

even mail 'em for you, how's that?

94 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 94

Andy is on his bunk, writing a letter.

RED (V.O.)

So Andy started writing a letter a

week, just like he said.

95 INT -- GUARD DESK/NORTON'S OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1949) 95

Andy pops his head in. The GUARD shakes his head.

RED (V.O.)

And just like Norton said, Andy got

no answers. But still he kept on.

96 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY/ANDY'S OFFICE -- DAY (1950) 96

Andy is doing taxes. Mert Entwhistle is seated across from

him. Other off-duty guards are waiting their turn.

RED (V.O.)

The following April, Andy did tax

returns for half the guards at

Shawshank.

97 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- ONE YEAR LATER (1951) 97

Tax time again. Even more guards are waiting.

RED (V.O.)

Year after that, he did them all...

including the warden's.

98 EXT -- BASEBALL DIAMOND -- DAY (1952) 98

A BATTER in a "Noresby Marauders" baseball uniform WHACKS the

ball high into left field and races for first.

RED (V.O.)

Year after that, they rescheduled

the start of the intramural season

to coincide with tax season...

99 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY/ANDY'S OFFICE -- DAY (1952) 99

The Batter sits across from Andy. The line winds out the door.

RED (V.O.)

The guards on the opposing teams

all remembered to bring their W-2's.

ANDY

Moresby Prison issued you that gun,

but you actually had to pay for it?

THE BATTER

Damn right, and the holster too.

ANDY

See, that's all deductible. You get

to write that off.

RED (V.O.)

Yes sir, Andy was a regular H&R

Block. In fact, he got so busy at

tax time, he was allowed a staff.

ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal Red and Brooks doing filing chores.

ANDY

Say Red, could you hand me a stack

of those 1040s?

RED (V.O.)

Got me out of the wood shop a month

out of the year, and that was fine

by me.

100 INT -- GUARD DESK/NORTON'S OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1953) 100

Andy enters and drops a letter on the outgoing stack.

RED (V.O.)

And still he kept sending those

letters...

101 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1953) 101

Dark. Andy's in his bunk, polishing a four-inch length of

quartz. It's a beautifully-crafted chess piece in the shape of

a horse's head, poise and nobility captured in gleaming stone.

He puts the knight on a chess board by his bed, adding it to

four pieces already there: a king, a queen, and two bishops.

He turns to Rita. Moonlight casts bars across her face.

102 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- DAY (1954) 102

Floyd runs into the yard, scared and winded. He finds Andy and

Red on the bleachers.

FLOYD

Red? Andy? It's Brooks.

103 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY/ANDY'S OFFICE -- DAY (1954) 103

Floyd rushes in with Andy and Red at his heels. They find

Jigger and Snooze trying to calm Brooks, who has Heywood in a

chokehold and a knife to his throat. Heywood is terrified.

JIGGER

C'mon, Brooksie, why don't you just

calm the fuck down, okay?

BROOKS

Goddamn miserable puke-eatin' sons

of whores!

He kicks a table over. Tax files explode through the air.

RED

What the hell's going on?

SNOOZE

You tell me, man. One second he was

fine, then out came the knife. I

better get the guards.

RED

No. We'll handle this. Ain't that

right, Brooks? Just settle down and

we'll talk about it, okay?

BROOKS

Nothing left to talk about! It's all

talked out! Nothing left now but to

cut his fuckin' throat!

RED

Why? What's Heywood done to you?

BROOKS

That's what they want! It's the

price I gotta pay!

Andy steps forward, rivets Brooks with a gaze. Softly:

ANDY

Brooks, you're not going to hurt

Heywood, we all know that. Even

Heywood knows it, right Heywood?

HEYWOOD

(nods, terrified)

Sure. I know that. Sure.

ANDY

Why? Ask anyone, they'll tell you.

Brooks Hatlen is a reasonable man.

RED

(cuing nods all around)

Yeah, that's right. That's what

everybody says.

ANDY

You're not fooling anybody, so just

put the damn knife down and stop

scaring the shit out of people.

BROOKS

But it's the only way they'll let

me stay.

Brooks bursts into tears. The storm is over. Heywood staggers

free, gasping for air. Andy takes the knife, passes it to Red.

Brooks dissolves into Andy's arms with great heaving sobs.

ANDY

Take it easy. You'll be all right.

HEYWOOD

Him? What about me? Crazy old

fool! Goddamn near slit my throat!

RED

You've had worse from shaving.

What'd you do to set him off?

HEYWOOD

Nothin'! Just came in to say

fare-thee-well.

(off their looks)

Ain't you heard? His parole came

through!

Red and Andy exchange a surprised look. Andy wants to

understand. Red just motions to let it be for now. He puts his

arm around Brooks, who sobs inconsolably. Softly:

RED

Ain't that bad, old hoss. Won't be

long till you're squiring pretty

young girls on your arm and telling

'em lies.

104 EXT -- PRISON YARD BLEACHERS -- DUSK (1954) 104

ANDY

I just don't understand what

happened in there, that's all.

HEYWOOD

Old man's crazy as a rat in a tin

shithouse, is what.

RED

Heywood, enough. Ain't nothing

wrong with Brooksie. He's just

institutionalized, that's all.

HEYWOOD

Institutionalized, my ass.

RED

Man's been here fifty years. This

place is all he knows. In here,

he's an important man, an educated

man. A librarian. Out there, he's

nothing but a used-up old con with

arthritis in both hands. Couldn't

even get a library card if he

applied. You see what I'm saying?

FLOYD

Red, I do believe you're talking

out of your ass.

RED

Believe what you want. These walls

are funny. First you hate 'em, then

you get used to 'em. After long

enough, you get so you depend on

'em. That's "institutionalized."

JIGGER

Shit. I could never get that way.

ERNIE

(softly)

Say that when you been inside as

long as Brooks has.

RED

Goddamn right. They send you here

for life, and that's just what they

take. Part that counts, anyway.

105 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAWN (1954) 105

The sun rises over gray stone.

106 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- DAWN (1954) 106

ANGLE ON RITA POSTER. Sexy as ever. The rising sun sends

fingers of rosy light creeping across her face.

107 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAWN (1954) 107

Brooks stands on a chair, poised at the bars of a window,

cradling Jake in his hands.

BROOKS

I can't take care of you no more.

You go on now. You're free.

He tosses Jake through the bars. The crow flaps away.

108 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- MAIN GATE -- DAY (1954) 108

TWO SHORT SIREN BLASTS herald the opening of the gate. It

swings hugely open, revealing Brooks standing in his cheap

suit, carrying a cheap bag, wearing a cheap hat.

Brooks walks out, tears streaming down his face. He looks

back. Red, Andy, and others stand at the inner fence, seeing

him off. The massive gate closes, wiping them from view.

109 INT -- BUS -- DAY (1954) 109

Brooks is riding the bus, clutching the seat before him,

gripped by terror of speed and motion.

BROOKS (V.O.)

Dear Fellas. I can't believe how

fast things move on the outside.

110 EXT -- STREET -- PORTLAND, MAINE -- DAY (1954) 110

Brooks looks like a kid trying to cross the street without his

parents. People and traffic a blur.

BROOKS (V.O.)

I saw an automobile once when I was

young. Now they're everywhere.

111 EXT -- BREWSTER HOTEL -- DAY (1954) 111

Brooks comes trudging up the sidewalk. He glances up as a

prop-driven airliner streaks in low overhead.

BROOKS (V.O.)

The world went and got itself in a

big damn hurry.

He arrives at the Brewster. It ain't much to look at.

112 INT -- BREWSTER HOTEL -- DAY (1954) 112

A WOMAN leads Brooks up the stairs toward the top floor. He

has trouble climbing so many stairs.

WOMAN

No music in your room after eight

p.m. No guests after nine. No

cooking except on the hotplate...

BROOKS (V.O.)

People even talk faster. And louder.

113 INT -- BROOKS' ROOM -- DAY (1954) 113

Brooks enters. The room is small, old, dingy. Heavy wooden

beams cross the ceiling. An arched window affords a view of

Congress Street. Traffic noise drifts in. Brooks sets his bag

down. He doesn't quite know what to do. He just stands there,

like a man waiting for a bus.

BROOKS (V.O.)

The parole board got me into this

halfway house called the Brewster,

and a job bagging groceries at the

Foodway...

114 INT -- FOODWAY MARKET -- DAY (1954) 114

Loud. Jangling with PEOPLE and NOISE. Brooks is bagging

groceries. Registers are humming, kids are shrieking.

WOMAN

Make sure he double-bags. Last time

your man didn't double-bag and the

bottom near came out.

MANAGER

You double-bag like the lady says,

understand?

BROOKS

Yes sir, double-bag, surely will.

BROOKS (V.O.)

It's hard work. I try to keep up,

but my hands hurt most of the time.

I don't think the store manager

likes me very much.

115 EXT -- PARK -- DAY (1954) 115

Brooks sits alone on a bench, feeding pigeons.

BROOKS (V.O.)

Sometimes after work I go to the

park and feed the birds. I keep

thinking Jake might show up and say

hello, but he never does. I hope

wherever he is, he's doing okay and

making new friends.

116 INT -- BROOKS' ROOM -- NIGHT (1954) 116

Dark. Traffic outside. Brooks wakes up. Disoriented. Afraid.

Somewhere in the night, a LOUD ARGUMENT is taking place.

BROOKS (V.O.)

I have trouble sleeping at night.

The bed is too big. I have bad

dreams, like I'm falling. I wake

up scared. Sometimes it takes me a

while to remember where I am.

117 INT -- FOODWAY -- DAY (1954) 117

BROOKS (V.O.)

Maybe I should get me a gun and rob

the Foodway, so they'd send me home.

I could shoot the manager while I

was at it, sort of like a bonus.

118 INT -- BROOKS' ROOM -- DAY (1954) 118

Brooks is packing his worldly possessions into the carry bag.

Undershirts, socks, etc.

BROOKS (V.O.)

But I guess I'm too old for that

sort of nonsense anymore.

119 INT -- BROOKS' ROOM -- SHORTLY LATER (1954) 119

Brooks is dressed in his suit. He finishes knotting his tie,

puts his hat on his head. The letter lies on the desk, stampe3

and ready for mailing. His bag is by the door.

BROOKS (V.O.)

I don't like it here. I'm tired of

being afraid all the time. I've

decided not to stay.

He takes one last look around. Only one thing left to do. He

steps to a wooden chair in the center of the room, pulls out s

pocketknife, and glances up at the ceiling beam.

He steps up onto the chair. It wobbles queasily. Now facing

the beam, he carves a message into the wood: "Brooks Hatlen

was here." He smiles with a sort of inner peace.

BROOKS (V.O.)

I doubt they'll kick up any fuss.

Not for an old crook like me.

120 TIGHT ON CHAIR 120

His weight shifts on the wobbly chair -- and it goes out

from under him. His feet remain where they are, kicking feebly

in mid-air. His hat falls to the floor.

ANGLE WIDENS. Brooks has hanged himself. He swings gently,

facing the open window. Traffic noise floats up from below.

121 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- SHAWSHANK -- DAY (1954) 121

Andy reads the letter to Red and the others:

ANDY

P.S. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a

knife to his throat. No hard feelings.

A long silence. Andy folds the letter, puts it away. Softly:

RED

He should'a died in here, goddamn it.

122 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1954) 122

Andy is sorting books on the cart. He replaces a stack on the

shelf -- and pauses, noticing a line of ants crawling up the

wood. He glances up. The ants disappear over the top. He pulls

a chair over and stands on it, peers cautiously over.

ANDY

Red!

Red steps in with an armload of files. Andy gingerly reaches

in, grabs a black feathered wing, and pulls out a dead crow.

RED

(softly)

Is that Jake?

123 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1954) 123

Red is making something at his bench, sanding and planing.

RED (V.O.)

It never would have occurred to us,

if not for Andy. It was his idea.

We all agreed it was the right

thing to do...

124 EXT -- FIELDS -- DAY (1954) 124

Low hilly terrain all around. A HUNDRED CONS are at work in

the fields. GUARDS patrol with carbines, keeping a sharp eye.

We find Andy, Red, and the boys working with picks and

shovels. They glance over to the pickup truck. Hadley's

chewing the fat with Mert and Youngblood. A WHISTLE BLOWS.

GUARD

Water break! Five minutes!

The work stops. Cons head for the pickup truck, where water is

dispensed with dipper and pail. Red and the boys look to Andy.

Andy nods. Now's the time. The group moves off through the

confusion, using it as cover. They head up the slope of a

nearby hill and quickly decide on a suitable spot. The

guards haven't noticed.

Jigger and Floyd start swinging picks into the soft earth,

quickly ripping out a hole. Red reaches into his jacket and

pulls out a beautiful wooden box, carefully stained and

varnished. He shows it around to nods of approval.

ANDY

That's real pretty, Red. Nice work.

HEYWOOD

Shovel man in. Watch the dirt.

124 CONTINUED 124

Heywood jumps in and starts spading out the hole.

125 BY THE TRUCK 125

Youngblood glances up and sees the men on the slope.

YOUNGBLOOD

What the fuck.

HADLEY

(follows his gaze)

HEY. 'YOU MEN UP THERE.' GET YOUR

ASSES OFF THAT SLOPE!

(works his rifle bolt)

YOU HAPPY ASSHOLES GONE DEAF? YOU

GOT FIVE SECONDS 'FORE I SHOOT

SOMEBODY!

Suddenly, other cons start breaking away in groups, dozens of

them heading toward the slope. The guards look around.

HADLEY

What am I, talkin' to myself?

126 ON THE SLOPE 126

Andy pulls a towel-wrapped bundle from his jacket and unfolds

it. Jake. Andy lays him in the box, followed by Brook's

letter. Red places the casket in the hole. A moment of

silence. Andy gives Red with an encouraging nod.

RED

Lord. Brooks was a sinner. Jake was

just a crow. Neither was much to

look at. Both got institutionalized.

See what you can do for 'em. Amen.

Muttered "amens" all around. The boys shovel dirt onto the

small grave and tamp it down.

127 INT -- SHAWSHANK CORRIDORS -- DAY (1955) 127

RAPID DOLLY with Hadley. He's striding, pissed-off, a man on a

mission. He straight-arms a door and emerges onto --

128 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON WALL -- DAY (1955) 128

-- the wall overlooking the exercise yard. He leans on the

railing, scans the yard, sees Andy chatting with Red.

HADLEY

Dufresne! What the fuck did you do?

(Andy looks up)

Your ass, warden's office, now!

Andy shoots a worried look at Red, then heads off.

129 INT -- GUARD DESK/WARDEN'S OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 129

Dozens of parcel boxes litter the floor. WILEY, the duty

guard, picks through them. Hadley enters, trailed by Andy.

ANDY

What is all this?

HADLEY

You tell me, fuck-stick! They're

addressed to you, every damn one!

Wiley thrusts an envelope at Andy. Andy just stares at it.

WILEY

Well, take it.

Andy takes the envelope, pulls out a letter, reads:

ANDY

"Dear Mr. Dufresne. In response to

your repeated inquiries, the State

Senate has allocated the enclosed

funds for your library project..."

(stunned, examines check)

This is two hundred dollars.

Wiley grins. Hadley glares at him. The grin vanishes.

ANDY

"In addition, the Library District

has generously responded with a

charitable donation of used books

and sundries. We trust this will

fill your needs. We now consider

the matter closed. Please stop

sending us letters. Yours truly,

the State Comptroller's Office."

Andy gazes around at the boxes. The riches of the world lay at

his feet. His eyes mist with emotion at the sight.

HADLEY

I want all this cleared out before

the warden gets back, I shit you not.

Hadley exits. Andy touches the boxes like a love-struck man

touching a beautiful woman. Wiley grins.

WILEY

Good for you, Andy.

ANDY

Only took six years.

(beat)

From now on, I send two letters a

week instead of one.

WILEY

(laughs, shakes his head)

I believe you're crazy enough. You

better get this stuff downstairs

like the Captain said. I'm gonna go

pinch a loaf. When I get back, this

is all gone, right?

Andy nods. Wiley disappears into the toilet, Jughead Comix in

hand. Alone now, Andy starts going through the boxes like a

starving man exploring packages of food. He doesn't know where

to turn first. He gets giddy, ripping boxes open and pulling

out books, touching them, smelling them.

He rips open another box. This one contains an old phonograph

player, industrial gray and green, the words "Portland Public

School District" stenciled on the side. The box also contains

stacks and stacks of used record albums.

Andy reverently slips a stack from the box and starts flipping

through them. Used Nat King Coles, Bing Crosbys, etc.

He comes across a certain album -- Mozart's "Le Nozze de

Figaro." He pulls it from the stack, gazing upon it as a man

transfixed. It is a thing of beauty. It is the Grail.

130 INT -- BATHROOM -- DAY (1955) 130

Wiley sits in one of the stalls, Jughead comic on his knees.

131 INT -- GUARD STATION/OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 131

Andy wrestles the phonograph player onto the guards' desk,

sweeping things onto the floor in his haste. He plugs the

machine in. A red light warms up. The platter starts spinning.

He slides the Mozart album from its sleeve, lays it on the

platter, and lowers the tone arm to his favorite cut. The

needle HISSES in the groove...and the MUSIC begins, lilting

and gorgeous. Andy sinks into Wiley's chair, overcome by its

beauty. It is "Deutino: Che soave zeffiretto," a duet sung by

Susanna and the Contessa.

132 INT -- BATHROOM -- DAY (1955) 132

Wiley pauses reading, puzzled. He thinks he hears music.

WILEY

Andy? You hear that?

133 INT -- GUARD STATION/OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 133

Andy shoots a look at the bathroom...and smiles. Go for broke.

He lunges to his feet and barricades the front door, then the

bathroom. He returns to the desk and positions the P.A.

microphone. He works up his courage, then flicks all the

toggles to "on." A SQUEAL OF FEEDBACK echoes briefly...

134 INT/EXT -- VARIOUS P.A. SPEAKERS -- DAY (1955) 134

...and the Mozart is suddenly broadcast all over the prison.

135 INT -- BATHROOM -- DAY (1955) 135

Wiley lunges to his feet, pants tangling around his ankles.

136 INT/EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- VARIOUS LOCATIONS -- DAY (1955) 136

Cons all over the prison stop whatever they're doing, freezing

in mid-step to listen, gazing up at the speakers.

137 The stamping machines in the plate shop are shut down... 137

138 The laundry line goes silent, grinding to a halt... 138

139 The wood shop machines are turned off, buzzing to a stop... 139

140  The motor pool...the kitchen...the loading dock...the exercise 140

thru yard...the numbing routine of prison life itself...all grinds  thru

143  to a stuttering halt. Nobody moves, nobody speaks. Everybody   143

just stands in place, listening to the MUSIC, hypnotized.

144 INT -- GUARD STATION -- DAY (1955) 144

Andy is reclined in the chair, transported, arms fluidly

conducting the music. Ecstasy and rapture. Shawshank no

longer exists. It has been banished from the mind of men.

145 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- DAY (1955) 145

CAMERA TRACKS along groups of men, all riveted.

RED (V.O.)

I have no idea to this day what

them two Italian ladies were

singin' about. Truth is, I don't

want to know. Some things are best

left unsaid. I like to think they

were singin' about something so

beautiful it can't be expressed in

words, and makes your heart ache

because of it.

CAMERA brings us to Red.

RED (V.O.)

I tell you, those voices soared.

Higher and farther than anybody in

a gray place dares to dream. It was

like some beautiful bird flapped

into our drab little cage and made

these walls dissolve away...and for

the briefest of moments -- every

last man at Shawshank felt free.

146 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- DAY (1955) 146

FAST DOLLY with Norton striding up the hallway with Hadley.

RED (V.O.)

It pissed the warden off something

terrible.

147 INT -- GUARD STATION/OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 147

Norton and Hadley break the door in. Andy looks up with a

sublime smile. We hear Wiley POUNDING on the bathroom door:

WILEY (O.S.)

LET ME OUUUUT!

148 INT -- SOLITARY WING -- DAY (1955) 148

LOW ANGLE SLOW PUSH IN on the massive, rust-streaked steel

door. God, this is a terrible place to be.

RED (V.O.)

Andy got two weeks in the hole for

that little stunt.

149 INT -- SOLITARY CONFINEMENT -- DAY (1955) 149

Andy doesn't seem to mind. His arms sweep to the music still

playing in his head. We hear a FAINT ECHO of the soaring duet.

150 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1955) 1 50

HEYWOOD

Couldn't play somethin' good, huh?

Hank Williams?

ANDY

They broke the door down before I

could take requests.

FLOYD

Was it worth two weeks in the hole?

ANDY

Easiest time I ever did.

HEYWOOD

Shit. No such thing as easy time in

the hole. A week seems like a year.

ANDY

I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.

Hardly felt the time at all.

RED

Oh, they let you tote that record

player down there, huh? I could'a

swore they confiscated that stuff.

ANDY

(taps his heart, his head)

The music was here...and here.

That's the one thing they can't

confiscate, not ever. That's the

beauty of it. Haven't you ever felt

that way about music, Red?

RED

Played a mean harmonica as a younger

man. Lost my taste for it. Didn't

make much sense on the inside.

ANDY

Here's where it makes most sense.

We need it so we don't forget.

RED

Forget?

ANDY

That there are things in this world

not carved out of gray stone. That

there's a small place inside of us

they can never lock away, and that

place is called hope.

RED

Hope is a dangerous thing. Drive a

man insane. It's got no place here.

Better get used to the idea.

ANDY

(softly)

Like Brooks did?

FADE TO BLACK

151 AN IRON-BARRED DOOR 151

slides open with an enormous CLANG. A stark room beyond.

CAMERA PUSHES through. SEVEN HUMORLESS MEN sit at a long

table. An empty chair faces them. We are again in:

INT -- SHAWSHANK HEARINGS ROOM -- DAY (1957)

Red enters, ten years older than when we first saw him at a

parole hearing. He removes his cap and sits.

MAN #l

It says here you've served thirty

years of a life sentence.

MAN #2

You feel you've been rehabilitated?

RED

Yes sir, without a doubt. I can say

I'm a changed man. No danger to

society, that's the God's honest

truth. Absolutely rehabilitated.

CLOSEUP -- PAROLE FORM

A big rubber stamp slams down: "REJECTED."

152 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1957) 152

Red emerges into fading daylight. Andy's waiting for him.

RED

Same old, same old. Thirty years.

Jesus. When you say it like that...

ANDY

You wonder where it went. I wonder

where ten years went.

Red nods, solemn. They settle in on the bleachers. Andy pulls

a small box from his sweater, hands it to Red.

ANDY

Anniversary gift. Open it.

Red does. Inside the box, on a thin layer of cotton, is a

shiny new harmonica, bright aluminum and circus-red.

ANDY

Had to go through one of your

competitors. Hope you don't mind.

Wanted it to be a surprise.

RED

It's very pretty, Andy. Thank you.

ANDY

You gonna play something?

Red considers it, shakes his head. Softly:

RED

Not today.

153 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE/ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1957) 153

Men line the tiers as the evening count is completed. The

convicts step into their cells. The master switch is thrown

and all the doors slam shut -- KA-THUMP! Andy finds a

cardboard tube on his bunk. The note reads: "A new girl for

your 10 year anniversary. From your pal. Red."

154 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- LATER (1957) 154

Marilyn Monroe's face fills the screen. SLOW PULL BACK reveals

the new poster: the famous shot from "The Seven Year Itch,"

on the subway grate with skirt billowing up. Andy sits gazing

at her as lights-out commences...

INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1957) 155

...and we find Red gazing blankly as darkness takes the

cellblock. Adding up the months, weeks, days...

He regards the harmonica like a man confronted with a Martian

artifact. He considers trying it out -- even holds it briefly

to his lips, almost embarrassed -- but puts it back in its box

untested. And there the harmonica will stay...

FADE TO BLACK

156 WE HOLD IN BLACKNESS as THUMPING SOUNDS grow louder... 156

RED (V.O.)

Andy was as good as his word. He

kept writing to the State Senate.

Two letters a week instead of one.

...and the BLACKNESS disintegrates as a wall tumbles before

our eyes, revealing a WORK CREW with picks and sledgehammers,

faces obscured outlaw-style with kerchiefs against the dust.

Behind them are GUARDS overseeing the work.

Andy yanks his kerchief down, grinning in exhilaration. Red

and the others follow suit. They step through the hole in the

wall, exploring what used to be a sealed-off storage room.

RED (V.O.)

In 1959, the folks up Augusta way

finally clued in to the fact they

couldn't buy him off with just a

200 dollar check. Appropriations

Committee voted an annual payment of

500 dollars, just to shut him up.

157 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1960) 157

TRACKING the construction. Walls have been knocked down. Men

are painting, plastering, hammering. Lots of shelves going up.

Red is head carpenter. We find him discussing plans with Andy.

RED (V.O.)

Those checks came once a year like

clockwork.

158 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1960) 158

Red and the boys are opening boxes, pulling out books.

RED (V.O.)

You'd be amazed how far Andy could

stretch it. He made deals with book

clubs, charity groups...he bought

remaindered books by the pound...

HEYWOOD

Treasure Island. Robert Louis...

ANDY

(jotting)

...Stevenson. Next?

RED

I got here an auto repair manual,

and a book on soap carving.

ANDY

Trade skills and hobbies, those go

under educational. Stack right

behind you.

HEYWOOD

The Count of Monte Crisco...

FLOYD

Cristo, you dumbshit.

HEYWOOD

...by Alexandree Dumb-ass.

ANDY

Dumas. You boys'll like that one.

It's about a prison break.

Floyd tries to take the book. Heywood yanks it back. I saw it

first. Red shoots Andy a look.

RED

Maybe that should go under

educational too.

159 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1961) 159

Red is making a sign, carefully routing letters into a long

plank of wood. It turns out to be --

160 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1963) 160

-- the varnished wood sign over the archway: "Brooks Hatlen

Memorial Library." TILT DOWN to reveal the library in all its

completed glory: shelves lined with books, tables and chairs,

even a few potted plants. Heywood is wearing headphones,

listening to Hank Williams on the record player.

RED (V.O.)

By the year Kennedy was shot, Andy

had transformed a broom closet

smelling of turpentine into the

best prison library in New England.

161 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY (1963) 161

FLASHBULBS POP as Norton addresses MEMBERS OF THE PRESS:

RED (V.O.)

That was also the year Warden Norton

instituted his famous "Inside-Out"

program. You may remember reading

about it. It made all the papers

and got his picture in LIFE magazine.

NORTON

...a genuine, progressive advance

in corrections and rehabilitation.

Our inmates, properly supervised,

will be put to work outside these

walls performing all manner of

public service. Cutting pulpwood,

repairing bridges and causeways,

digging storm drains...

ANGLE TO Red and the boys listening from behind the fence.

NORTON

These men can learn the value of an

honest day's labor while providing

a valuable service to the community

-- and at a bare minimum of expense

to Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Taxpayer!

HEYWOOD

Sounds like road-gangin', you ask me.

RED

Nobody asked you.

162 EXT -- HIGHWAY CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY (1963) 162

A ROAD-GANG is grading a culvert with picks. There's dust and

the smell of sweat in the air. GUARDS patrol with sniper rifles,

A pushy WOMAN REPORTER in an ugly hat bustles up the grade,

trailed by a PHOTOGRAPHER.

WOMAN REPORTER

You there! You men! We're gonna

take your picture now!

HEYWOOD

Give us a break, lady.

WOMAN REPORTER

Don't you know who I am? I'm from

LIFE magazine! I was told I'd get

some co-operation out here! You

want me to report you to your

warden? Is that what you want?

HEYWOOD

(sighs)

No, ma'am.

WOMAN REPORTER

That's more like it! Now I want you

all in a row with big bright smiles

on your faces! Grab hold of your

tools and show 'em to me!

She turns, motioning her photographer up the grade. Heywood

glances around at the other men.

HEYWOOD

You heard the lady.

Heywood unzips his pants, reaches inside. The others do

likewise. The woman turns back and is greeted by the sight of

a dozen men displaying their penises and smiling brightly. Her

legs go wobbly and she sits heavily down on the dirt grade.

HEYWOOD

C'mon! We're showin' our tools and

grinnin' like fools! Take the damn

picture!

163 INT -- SOLITARY CONFINEMENT -- NIGHT (1963) 163

Heywood sits alone in the dark. He sighs.

RED (V.O.)

None of the inmates were invited to

express their views...

164 EXT -- WOODED FIELDS -- DAY (1965) 164

A ROAD-GANG is pulling stumps, bogged down in mud.

RED (V.O.)

'Course, Norton failed to mention

to the press that "bare minimum of

expense" is a fairly loose term.

There are a hundred different ways

to skim off the top. Men,

materials, you name it. And, oh my

Lord, how the money rolled in...

Norton strolls into view with NED GRIMES at his heels.

NED

This keeps up, you're gonna put me

out of business! With this pool of

slave labor you got, you can

underbid any contractor in town.

NORTON

Ned, we're providing a valuable

community service.

NED

That's fine for the papers, but I

got a family to feed. The State

don't pay my salary. Sam, we go

back a long way. I need this new

highway contract. I don't get it, I

go under. That's a fact.

(hands him a box)

Now you just have some'a this fine

pie my missus baked specially for

you, and you think about that.

Norton opens the box. Alongside the pie is an envelope. He

runs his thumb across the thick stack of cash it contains.

IN THE BACKGROUND, a winch cable SNAPS and whips through the

air, damn near severing a man's leg. He goes down, screaming

in mud and blood, pinned by a fallen tree stump. Men rush over

to help him. Norton barely takes notice.

NORTON

Ned, I wouldn't worry too much over

this contract. Seems to me I've

already got my boys committed

elsewhere. You be sure and thank

Maisie for this fine pie.

165 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1965) 165

ANGLE on Maisie's pie. Several pieces gone.

RED (V.O.)

And behind every shady deal, behind

every dollar earned...

TILT UP to Andy at the desk, munching thoughtfully as he

totals up figures on an adding machine.

RED (V.O.)

...there was Andy, keeping the books.

Andy finishes preparing two bank deposits. Norton hovers near

the desk, keeping a watchful eye.

ANDY

Two deposits, Casco Bank and New

England First. Night drop, like

always.

Norton pockets the envelopes. Andy crosses to the wall safe

and shoves the ledger and sundry files inside. Norton locks

the safe, swings his wife's framed sampler back into place. He

cocks his thumb at some laundry and two suits in the corner.

NORTON

Get my stuff down t'laundry. Two

suits for dry-clean and a bag of

whatnot. Tell 'em if they over-

starch my shirts again, they're

gonna hear about it from me.

(adjusts his tie)

How do I look?

ANDY

Very nice.

NORTON

Big charity to-do up Portland

way. Governor's gonna be there.

(indicates pie)

Want the rest of that? Woman can't

bake worth shit.

166 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1965) 166

Andy trudges down the corridor with Norton's laundry, the pie

box under his arm.

167 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 167

TILT UP FROM PIE to find Red munching away as he helps Andy

sort books on the shelves.

RED

Got his fingers in a lot of pies,

from what I hear.

ANDY

What you hear isn't half of it.

He's got scams you haven't dreamed

of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks.

There's a river of dirty money

flowing through this place.

RED

Money like that can be a problem.

Sooner or later you gotta explain

where it came from.

ANDY

That's where I come in. I channel

it, funnel it, filter it...stocks,

securities, tax free municipals...

I send that money out into the big

world. And when it comes back...

RED

It's clean as a virgin's whistle?

ANDY

Cleaner. By the time Norton retires,

I will have made him a millionaire.

RED

Jesus. They ever catch on, he's

gonna wind up wearing a number

himself.

ANDY

(smiles)

I thought you had more faith in me

than that.

RED

I'm sure you're good, but all that

paper leaves a trail. Anybody gets

too curious -- FBI, IRS, whatever --

that trail's gonna lead to somebody.

ANDY

Sure it will. But not to me, and

certainly not to the warden.

RED

Who then?

ANDY

Peter Stevens.

RED

Who?

ANDY

The silent, silent partner. He's

the guilty one, your Honor. The man

with the bank accounts. That's

where the filtering process starts.

They trace it back, all they're

gonna find is him.

RED

Yeah, okay, but who the hell is he?

ANDY

A phantom. An apparition. Second

cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.

(off Red's look)

I conjured him out of thin air. He

doesn't exist...except on paper.

RED

You can't just make a person up.

ANDY

Sure you can, if you know how the

system works, and where the cracks

are. It's amazing what you can

accomplish by mail. Mr. Stevens has

a birth certificate, social

security card, driver's license.

They ever track those accounts,

they'll wind up chasing a figment

of my imagination.

RED

Jesus. Did I say you were good?

You're Rembrandt.

ANDY

It's funny. On the outside, I was

an honest man. Straight as an

arrow. I had to come to prison to

be a crook.

168 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1965)

RED

Does it ever bother you?

ANDY

I don't run the scams, Red, I just

process the profits. That's a fine

line, maybe. But I've also built

that library, and used it to help a

dozen guys get their high school

diplomas. Why do you think the

warden lets me do all that?

RED

To keep you happy and doing the

laundry. Money instead of sheets.

ANDY

I work cheap. That's the trade-off.

TWO SIREN BLASTS draw their attention to the main gate. It

swings open, revealing a prison bus waiting outside.

169 INT -- PRISON BUS -- DUSK (1965) 169

Among those on board is TOMMY WILLIAMS, a damn good-looking

kid in his mid-20's. The bus RUMBLES through the gate.

170 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1965) 170

The new fish disembark, chained together single-file. The old-

timers holler and shake the fence. A deafening gauntlet.

171 INT -- CELLBLOCK EIGHT -- NIGHT (1965) 171

Tommy and the others are marched in naked and shivering,

covered with delousing powder, greeted by TAUNTS and JEERS.

172 INT -- TOMMY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1965) 172

The bars slam with a STEEL CLANG. Tommy and his new CELLMATE

take in their new surroundings.

TOMMY

Well. Ain't this for shit?

173 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- DAY (1965) 173

DOLLYING Tommy as he struts along, combing his ducktail,

cigarette behind his ear. (We definitely need The Coasters or

Del Vikings on the soundtrack here. Maybe Jerry Lee Lewis.)

RED (V.O.)

Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in

1965 on a two year stretch for B&E.

Cops caught him sneakin' TV sets

out the back door of a JC Penney.

174 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1965) 174

A SHRIEKING BUZZSAW slices ten-foot lengths of wood. Red runs

the machine while some other OLD-TIMERS feed the wood.

RED (V.O.)

Young punk, Mr. Rock n' Roll, cocky

as hell...

Tommy is hauling the cut wood off the conveyor and stacking it,

It's a ball-busting job, but the kid's a blur.

TOMMY

(slapping his gloves)

C'mon there, old boys! Movin' like

molasses! Makin' me look bad!

The old guys just grin and shake their heads.

RED (V.O.)

We liked him immediately.

175 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1965) 175

Tommy regales the old boys with his exploits:

TOMMY

...so I'm backin' out the door,

right? Had the TV like this...

(mimes his grip)

Big ol' thing. Couldn't see shit.

Suddenly, here's this voice:

"Freeze kid! Hands in the air!"

Well I just stand there holdin' on

to that TV, so the voice says: "You

hear what I said, boy?" And I say,

"Yes sir, I sure did! But if I drop

this fuckin' thing, you got me on

destruction of property too!"

The whole table falls about laughing.

176 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 176

Poker game in progress. Tommy, Andy, Red and the boys.

HEYWOOD

You did a stretch in Cashman too?

TOMMY

Yeah. That was an easy ride, let me

tell you. Work programs, weekend

furloughs. Not like here.

SNOOZE

Sounds like you done time all over

New England.

TOMNY

Been in and out since I was 13. Name

the place, chances are I been there.

ANDY

Perhaps it's time you considered a

new profession.

(the game stalls)

What I mean is, you don't seem to

be a very good thief. Maybe you

should try something else.

TOMMY

What the hell you know about it,

Capone? What are you in for?

ANDY

(wry glance to Red)

Everyone's innocent in here. Don't

you know that?

The tension breaks. Everyone laughs.

177 INT -- VISITOR'S ROOM -- DAY (1965) 177

CAMERA TRAVELS the room. Chaotic. CONS are waiting their turn

or talking to visitors through a thick plexi shield.

RED (V.O.)

As it turns out, Tommy had himself

a young wife and new baby girl...

Tommy's at the end of the row, phone to his ear. Other side of

the glass is BETH, near tears, fussing with a BABY on her lap.

BETH

...said we can stay with them, but

Joey's gettin' out of the service

next month, and they barely got

enough room as it is. Plus they got

Poppa workin' double shifts and the

baby cries half the night. I just

don't know where we're gonna go...

PUSH IN on Tommy's face as he listens.

RED (V.O.)

Maybe it was the thought of them on

the streets...or his child growing

up not knowing her daddy...

178 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 178

Tommy enters, the strut gone from his step. A little scared.

He finds Andy filing library cards.

RED (V.O.)

Whatever it was, something lit a

fire under that boy's ass.

TOMMY

I'm thinkin' maybe I should try for

high school equivalency. Hear you

helped some fellas with that.

ANDY

I don't waste time on losers, Tommy.

TOMMY

(tight)

I ain't no goddamn loser.

ANDY

That's a good start. If we do this,

we do it all the way. One hundred

percent. Nothing half-assed.

Tommy thinks about it, nods.

TOMMY

Thing is, see...

(leans in, mutters)

...I don't read all that good.

ANDY

(smiles)

Well. You've come to the right

place then.

179 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 179

We find Andy giving an impassioned reading:

ANDY

"...and the lamplight o'er him

streaming throws his shadow on the

floor...and my soul from out that

shadow that lies floating on the

floor, shall be lifted nevermore!"

Andy slaps the book shut, immensely pleased with himself.

TOMMY

So this raven just sits there and

won't go away?

ANDY

That's right.

TOMMY

(beat)

Why don't that fella get hisself a

12-gauge and dust the fucker?

180 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 180

Tommy tries to read as Andy looks on:

TOMMY

"The cat sh--The cat shh..."

(glances up)

The cat shat on the welcome mat?

Andy shakes his head. Not exactly.

181 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 181

Andy chalks the alphabet on a blackboard.

RED (V.O.)

So Andy took Tommy under his wing.

Started walking him through his

ABCs...

182 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1965) 182

TRACK the table to Tommy and Andy. Discussing a book.

RED (V.O.)

Tommy took to it pretty well, too.

Boy found brains he never knew he

had.

183 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD BLEACHERS -- DAY (1965) 183

TOMNY

The cat sh--shh--shimmied up the

tree and crept st--stel--stealthily

out on the limb...

184 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1965) 184

Tommy intent on a paperback, mouthing the words. Behind him,

wood is piling up on the conveyor belt.

RED (V.O.)

After a while, you couldn't pry

those books out of hands.

RED

Ass in gear, son! You're putting us

behind!

Tommy shoves the book in his back pocket and hurries over.

185 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 185

Tommy writes a sentence on the blackboard. Andy steps in,

shows him how to reconstruct it.

RED (V.O.)

Before long, Andy started him on

his course requirements. He really

liked the kid, that was part of it.

Gave him a thrill to help a

youngster crawl off the shitheap.

But that wasn't the only reason...

186 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 186

TIGHT ANGLE on chessboard. Most of the pieces complete. PAN TO

Andy lying in his bunk, carefully polishing...

RED (V.O.)

Prison time is slow time. Sometimes

it feels like stop-time. So you do

what you can to keep going...

...and we keep going past Andy in a SLOW PAN of the cell.

Sink. Toilet. Books. Outside the window bars, we hear another

TRAIN passing in the night...

RED (V.O.)

Some fellas collect stamps. Others

build matchstick houses. Andy built

a library. Now he needed a new project.

Tommy was it. It was the same reason

he spent years shaping and polishing

those rocks. The same reason he hung

his fantasy girlies on the wall...

...STILL PANNING, past a chair, a sweater on a hook...and

finally to the place of honor on the wall...

RED (V.O.)

In prison, a man'll do most

anything to keep his mind occupied.

...where the latest poster turns out to be Racquel Welch ins

fur bikini. Gorgeous. "One Million Years, B. C. " SLOW PUSH IN,

RED (V.O.)

By 1966...right about the time

Tommy was getting ready to take his

exams...it was lovely Racquel.

187 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1966) 187

Tommy's taking the big test. Andy's monitoring the time. Deep

silence, save for Tommy's pencil-scribbling. A few old-timers

are browsing the shelves, sneaking looks their way. Tommy

tries to ignore them. Concentrate.

Andy clears his throat. Time's up. Tommy puts his pencil down,

ANDY

Well?

TOMMY

Well. It's for shit.

(gets up in disgust)

Wasted a whole fuckin' year of my

time with this bullshit!

ANDY

May not be as bad as you think.

TOMMY

It's worse! I didn't get a fuckin'

thing right! Might as well be in

Chinese!

ANDY

We'll see how the score comes out.

TOMMY

I'll tell you how the goddamn

score comes out...

Tommy grabs the test, wads it, slam-dunks it into the trash.

TOMMY

Two points! Right there! There's

your goddamn score!

(storms out)

Goddamn cats crawlin' up trees, 5

times 5 is 25, fuck this place,

fuck it!

Tommy is gone. Red and others stare. Andy gets up, pulls the

test from the trash, smoothes it out on the desk.

188 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1966) 188

Rest break. Tommy and Red sipping Cokes.

TOMMY

I feel bad. I let him down.

RED

That's crap, son. He's proud of

you. Proud as a hen.

(off Tommy's look)

We been friends a long time. I know

him as good as anybody.

TOMMY

Smart fella, ain't he?

RED

Smart as they come. Used to be a

banker on the outside.

TOMMY

What's he in for anyway?

RED

Murder.

TOMMY

The hell you say.

RED

You wouldn't think, lookin' at him.

Caught his wife in bed with some

golf pro. Greased 'em both. C'mon,

boy, back to work...

SMASH! Red turns back. Tommy's Coke has slipped from his hand

and shattered on the floor. The kid's gone white as a sheet.

TOMMY

(bare whisper)

Oh my God...

189 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1966) 189

Tommy sits before Andy and Red:

TOMMY

'Bout four years ago, I was in

Thomaston on a 2 to 3 stretch.

Stole a car. Dumbfuck thing to do.

(beat)

Few months left to go, I get a new

cellmate in. Elmo Blatch. Big

twitchy fucker. Crazy eyes. Kind of

roomie you pray you don't get, know

what I'm sayin'? 6 to 12 for armed

burglary. Said he done hundreds of

jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung

as he was. Cut a loud fart, he'd go

three feet in the air. Talked all

the time, too, that's the other

thing. Never shut up. Places he'd

been, jobs he pulled, women he

fucked. Even people he killed.

People that gave him shit, that's

how he put it. One night, like a

joke, I say: "Yeah? Who'd you

kill?" So he says...

BLATCH

...I got me this job one time

bussin' tables at a country club.

So I could case all the big rich

pricks that come in. I pick out

this guy, go in one night and do

his place. He wakes up and gives

me shit. So I killed him. Him and

the tasty bitch he was with.

(starts laughing)

That's the best part! She's fuckin'

this prick, see, this golf pro, but

she's married to some other guy!

Some hotshot banker. He's the one

they pinned it on! They got him

down-Maine somewhere doin' time for

the crime! Ain't that choice?

He throws his head back and ROARS with laughter.

191 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1966) 191

Silence. Tommy has finished his story. Red is stunned...but

Andy looks like he's been smacked with a two by four.

RED

Andy?

Andy says nothing. Walks stiffly away. Doesn't look back.

192 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 192

NORTON

Well. I have to say, that's the

most amazing story I ever heard.

What amazes me most is you were

taken in by it.

ANDY

Sir?

NORTON

It's obvious this fellow Williams

is impressed with you. He hears

your tale of woe and quite

naturally wants to cheer you up.

He's young, not terribly bright.

Not surprising he didn't know what

a state he'd put you in.

ANDY

I think he's telling the truth.

NORTON

Let's say for a moment Blatch does

exist. You think he'd just fall to

his knees and cry, "Yes, I did it!

I confess! By all means, please add

a life term to my sentence!"

ANDY

It wouldn't matter. With Tommy's

testimony, I can get a new trial.

NORTON

That's assuming Blatch is even

still there. Chances are excellent

he'd be released by now. Excellent.

ANDY

They'd have his last known address.

Names of relatives...

(Norton shakes his head)

Well it's a chance. isn't it? How

can you be so obtuse?

NORTON

What? What did you call me?

ANDY

Obtuse! Is it deliberate? The

country club will have his old time

cards! W-2s with his name on them!

NORTON

(rises)

Dufresne, if you want to indulge

this fantasy, that's your business.

Don't make it mine. This meeting's

over.

ANDY

Look, if it's the squeeze, don't

worry. I'd never say what goes on

in here. I'd be just as indictable

as you for laundering the money!

NORTON

Don't you ever mention money to me

again, you sorry son of a bitch!

Not in this office, not anywhere!

(slaps intercom)

Get in here! Now!

ANDY

I was just trying to rest your mind

at ease, that's all.

NORTON

(as GUARDS enter)

Solitary! A month!

Andy gets dragged away, kicking and screaming:

ANDY

What's the matter with you? It's my

chance to get out, don't you see

that? It's my life! Don't you

understand it's my life?

193 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1966) 193

Mail call. Men crowd around as names are called out. Red and

the boys are parked on the bleachers.

FLOYD

A month in the hole. Longest damn

stretch I ever heard of.

TOMMY

It's my fault.

RED

Like hell. You didn't pull the

trigger, and you didn't convict him.

HEYWOOD

Red? You saying Andy's innocent? I

mean for real innocent?

(Red nods)

Sweet Jesus. How long's he been in

here?

RED

Since '47. Going on nineteen years.

MAIL CALLER

Thomas Williams!

Tommy raises his hand. The envelope gets tossed to him. He

stares at it. Red peers over his shoulder.

RED

Board of Education.

TOMMY

The son of a bitch mailed it.

RED

Looks that way. You gonna open it

or stick your thumb up your butt?

TOMMY

Thumb up my butt sounds better.

He gets hemmed in by the older men. Red snatches the letter.

TOMMY

C'mon, just throw it away. Will you

please? Just throw it away?

Red rips it open, scans the letter. Expressionless.

RED

Well, shit.

194 INT -- VISITOR'S ROOM -- DAY (1966) 194

Tommy makes his way through the chaos, finds Beth and the baby

waiting behind the thick plexi shield. He sits, doesn't pick

up the phone. Just stares at Beth. She doesn't know what to

make of it.

He presses a piece of paper against the glass. A high school

diploma. Her face lights up, blinking back tears.

195 INT -- SOLITARY WING -- NIGHT (1966) 195

LOW ANGLE on steel door. Somewhere behind it, unseen, is Andy,

A rat scurries along the wall. FOOTSTEPS approach slowly.

196 INT -- SOLITARY -- NIGHT (1966) 196

Andy listens in darkness. The FOOTSTEPS pause outside his

door. The slot opens. An ELDERLY GUARD peers in.

ELDERLY GUARD

Kid passed. C-plus average. Thought

you'd like to know.

The slot closes. The FOOTSTEPS recede. Andy smiles.

197 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1966) 197

We find Tommy on evening work detail, mopping the floors with

bucket and pail. Mert Entwhistle comes into view.

MERT

Warden wants to talk.

198 EXT -- PRISON -- NIGHT (1966) 198

A steel door rattles open. Mert leads Tommy outside to a gate,

unlocks it. Tommy looks around.

TOMMY

Out here?

MERT

That's what the man said.

Mert swings the gate open, sends Tommy through, turns and

heads back inside. Tommy proceeds out across a loading-dock

access for the shops and mills. Some vehicles parked. The

place is deserted. He stops, sensing a presence.

TOMMY

Warden?

Norton steps into the light.

NORTON

Tommy, we've got a situation here.

I think you can appreciate that.

TOMMY

Yes sir, I sure can.

NORTON

I tell you, son, this really came

along and knocked my wind out. It's

got me up nights, that's the truth.

Norton pulls a pack of cigarettes, offers Tommy a smoke. Tommy

takes one. Norton lights both cigarettes, pockets his lighter.

NORTON

The right decision. Sometimes it's

hard to figure out what that is.

You understand?

(Tommy nods)

Think hard, Tommy. If I'm gonna

move on this, there can't be the

least little shred of doubt. I have

to know if you what you told

Dufresne was the truth.

TOMMY

Yes sir. Absolutely.

NORTON

Would you be willing to swear before

a judge and jury...having placed

your hand on the Good Book and taken

an oath before Almighty God Himself?

TOMMY

Just gimme that chance.

NORTON

That's what I thought.

Norton drops his cigarette. Crushes it out with the toe of his

shoe. Glances up toward the plate shop roof as --

199 HIGH ANGLE FROM PLATE SHOP ROOF (SNIPER POV) 199

-- a rifle scope pops up into frame, jumping Tommy's image

into startling magnification, framed in the crosshairs.

200 THE SNIPER 200

rapid-fires a carbine -- BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM! -- his face lit

up by the muzzle flashes. Captain Hadley.

201 TOMMY 201

gets chewed to pieces by the gunfire. He smacks the ground in

a twitching, thrashing heap. Eyes wide and staring. Dead.

Surprise still stamped on his face. Silence now. Norton

turns, strolls into darkness.

202 INT -- SOLITARY WING -- DAY (1966) 202

GUARDS approach Andy's cell. The door is unlocked. Andy

emerges slowly, blinking painfully at the light.

203 INT/EXT -- PRISON -- DAY (1966) 203

Andy is marched along. Convicts stop to stare.

204 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 204

Andy is led in. The door is closed. Alone with Norton. Softly,

NORTON

Terrible thing. Man that young,

less than a year to go, trying to

escape. Broke Captain Hadley's

heart to shoot him, truly it did.

ANDY

I'm done. It stops right now. Get

H&R Block to declare your income.

Norton lunges to his feet, eyes sparkling with rage.

NORTON

Nothing stops! NOTHING!

(tight)

Or you will do the hardest time

there is. No more protection from

the guards. I'll pull you out of

that one-bunk Hilton and put you in

with the biggest bull queer I can

find. You'll think you got fucked

by a train! And the library? Gone!

Sealed off brick by brick! We'll

have us a little book-barbecue in

the yard! They'll see the flames

for miles! We'll dance around it

like wild Indians! Do you understand

me? Are you catching my drift?

SLOW PUSH IN on Andy's face. Eyes hollow. His beaten

expression says it all...

205 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1966) 205

Red finds Andy sitting in the shadow of the high stone wall,

poking listlessly through the dust for small pebbles. Red

waits for some acknowledgment. Andy doesn't even look up.

Red hunkers down and joins him. Nothing is said for the

longest time. And then, softly:

ANDY

My wife used to say I'm a hard man

to know. Like a closed book.

Complained about it all the time.

(pause)

She was beautiful. I loved her. But

I guess I couldn't show it enough.

(softly)

I killed her, Red.

Andy finally glances to Red, seeking a reaction. Silence.

ANDY

I didn't pull the trigger. But I

drove her away. That's why she

died. Because of me, the way I am.

RED

That don't make you a murderer. Bad

husband, maybe.

Andy smiles faintly in spite of himself. Red gives his

shoulder a squeeze.

RED

Feel bad about it if you want. But

you didn't pull the trigger.

ANDY

No. I didn't. Someone else did, and

I wound up here. Bad luck, I guess.

RED

Bad luck? Jesus.

ANDY

It floats around. Has to land on

somebody. Say a storm comes

through. Some folks sit in their

living rooms and enjoy the rain.

The house next door gets torn out

of the ground and smashed flat. It

was my turn, that's all. I was in

the path of the tornado.

(softly)

I just had no idea the storm would

go on as long as it has.

(glances to him)

Think you'll ever get out of here?

RED

Sure. When I got a long white beard

and about three marbles left

rolling around upstairs.

ANDY

Tell you where I'd go. Zihuatanejo.

RED

Zihuatanejo?

ANDY

Mexico. Little place right on the

Pacific. You know what the Mexicans

say about the Pacific? They say it

has no memory. That's where I'd

like to finish out my life, Red. A

warm place with no memory. Open a

little hotel right on the beach.

Buy some worthless old boat and fix

it up like new. Take my guests out

charter fishing.

(beat)

You know, a place like that, I'd

need a man who can get things.

Red stares at Andy, laughs.

RED

Jesus, Andy. I couldn't hack it on

the outside. Been in here too long.

I'm an institutional man now. Like

old Brooks Hatlen was.

ANDY

You underestimate yourself.

RED

Bullshit. In here I'm the guy who

can get it for you. Out there, all

you need are Yellow Pages. I

wouldn't know where to begin.

(derisive snort)

Pacific Ocean? Hell. Like to scare

me to death, somethin' that big.

ANDY

Not me. I didn't shoot my wife and

I didn't shoot her lover, and

whatever mistakes I made I've paid

for and then some. That hotel and

that boat...I don't think it's too

much to want. To look at the stars

just after sunset. Touch the sand.

Wade in the water. Feel free.

RED

Goddamn it, Andy, stop! Don't do

that to yourself! Talking shitty

pipedreams! Mexico's down there,

and you're in here, and that's the

way it is!

ANDY

You're right. It's down there, and

I'm in here. I guess it comes down

to a simple choice, really. Get

busy living or get busy dying.

Red snaps a look. What the hell does that mean? Andy rises and

walks away. Red lunges to his feet.

RED

Andy?

ANDY

(turns back)

Red, if you ever get out of here,

do me a favor. There's this big

hayfield up near Buxton. You know

where Buxton is?

RED

(nods)

Lots of hayfields there.

ANDY

One in particular. Got a long rock

wall with a big oak at the north

end. Like something out of a Robert

Frost poem. It's where I asked my

wife to marry me. We'd gone for a

picnic. We made love under that

tree. I asked and she said yes.

(beat)

Promise me, Red. If you ever get

out, find that spot. In the base of

that wall you'll find a rock that

has no earthly business in a Maine

hayfield. A piece of black volcanic

glass. You'll find something buried

under it I want you to have.

RED

What? What's buried there?

ANDY

You'll just have to pry up that

rock and see.

Andy turns and walks away.

206 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1966)

RED

I tell you, the man was talkin'

crazy. I'm worried, I truly am.

SKEET

We ought to keep an eye on him.

ZIGGER

That's fine, during the day. But

at night he's got that cell all to

himself.

HEYWOOD

Oh Lord. Andy come down to the

loading dock today. Asked me for a

length of rope. Six foot long.

SNOOZE

Shit! You gave it to him?

HEYWOOD

Sure I did. I mean why wouldn't I?

FLOYD

Christ! Remember Brooks Hatlen?

HEYWOOD

How the hell was I s'pose to know?

ZIGGER

Andy'd never do that. Never.

They all look to Red.

RED

Every man's got a breaking point.

207 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- ANGLE ON P.A. -- DUSK (1966) 207

VOICE (over P.A.)

Report to your cellblocks for

evening count.

BOOM DOWN to Red and the boys. Convicts drift past them.

FLOYD

Where the hell is he?

HEYWOOD

Probably still up in the warden's.

TOWER GUARD

(via bullhorn)

YOU MEN! YOU HEAR THAT ANNOUNCEMENT

OR ZUST TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND?

SKEET

Christ. What do we do?

FLOYD

Nothing we can do. Not tonight.

HEYWOOD

Let's pull him aside tomorrow, all

of us. Have a word with him. Ain't

that right, Red?

RED

(unconvinced)

Yeah. Sure. That's right.

20B INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1966) 208

Andy's working away. Norton pokes his head in.

NORTON

Lickety-split. I wanna get home.

ANDY

Just about done, sir.

We follow Norton to his wife's sampler. He swings it aside,

works the combination dial, opens the wall safe. Andy moves up,

shoves in the black ledger and files. Norton shuts the safe.

ANDY

Three deposits tonight.

Andy hands him the envelopes. Norton heads for the door.

NORTON

Get my stuff down t'laundry. And

shine my shoes. I want 'em lookin'

like mirrors.

(pauses at door)

Nice havin' you back, Andy. Place

just wasn't the same without you.

Norton exits. Andy turns to the laundry. He opens the shoebox.

Nice pair of dress shoes inside. He sighs, glances down at the

old ragged pair of work shoes on his own feet.

209 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1966) 209

Andy is diligently shining Norton's shoes.

210 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1966) 210

Andy trudges down the hallway, laundry slung over his shoulder,

211 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1966) 211

Andy nods to the GUARD. The guard BUZZES him through.

212 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 212

Red hears Andy coming, moves to the bars. He watches Andy come

up to the second tier and pause before his cell.

GUARD (O.S.)

Open number twelve!

Andy gazes directly at Red. A beat of eye contact. Red shakes

his head. Don't do it. Andy smiles, eerily calm...and enters

his cell. The door closes. KA-THUMP! We hold on Red's face.

213 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 213

Andy is polishing a chess piece.

VOICE (O.S.)

Lights out!

The lights bump off. He finishes polishing, holds up the piece

to admire. A pawn. He sets it down with the others -- and we

realize it's the final glance for the board. A full set.

He gazes up at Racquel and smiles. Pulls a six foot length of

rope from under his pillow. Lets it uncoil to the floor.

214 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 214

Red sits in the dark, a bundle of nerves, trying to hold

himself still. He feels like he might scream or shake to

pieces. The seconds tick by, each an eternity.

RED (V.O.)

I have had some long nights in

stir. Alone in the dark with

nothing but your thoughts, time can

draw out like a blade...

A FLASH OF LIGHTNING outside his window sends harsh barred

shadows jittering across the cell. A storm breaking.

RED (V.O.)

That was the longest night of my

life...

215 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1966) 215

KA-THUMP! The master lock is thrown. The cons emerge from

their cells and the headcount begins. Red looks back to see if

Andy's in line. He's not. Suddenly the count stalls:

GUARD

Man missing on tier two! Cell 12!

The head bull, HAIG, checks his list:

HAIG

Dufresne? Get your ass out here,

boy! You're holding up the show!

(no answer)

Don't make me come down there now!

I'll thump your skull for you!

Still no answer. Glaring, Haig stalks down the tier, clipboard

in hand. His men fall in behind.

HAIG

Dufresne, dammit, you're putting me

behind! You better be sick or dead

in there, I shit you not!

They arrive at bars. Their faces go slack. Stunned. Softly:

HAIG

Oh my Holy God.

216 REVERSE ANGLE 216

reveals the cell is empty. Everything neat and tidy. Even the

bunk is stowed. They wrench the door open and rush in, tossing

the cell in a panic as if Andy might be lurking under the

Kleenex or the toothpaste. CAMERA ROCKETS IN on Haig as he

spins toward us, bellowing at the top of his lungs:

HAIG

WHAT THE FUCK!

217 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- MORNING (1966) 217

Norton is kicking back with the morning paper. He notices ha

dingy his shoes are. He glances at the shoebox on the desk.

kicks his shoes off, opens the box -- and gulls out Andy's o

grimy work shoes. He stares blankly. What the fuck indeed.

An ALARM STARTS BLARING throughout the prison. He looks up.

218 EXT -- PRISON -- DAY (1966) 218

Norton and Hadley stride across the grounds, ALARM BLARING.

NORTON

I want every man on that cellblock

questioned! Start with that friend

of his!

HADLEY

Who?

219 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- RED'S CELL -- DAY (1966) 219

Red watches as Norton storms up with an entourage of guards.

NORTON

Him.

Red's eyes widen. Guards yank him from his cell.

220 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- DAY (1966) 220

Norton steps to the center of the room, working himself up

into a fine rage:

NORTON

What do you mean "he just wasn't

here?" Don't say that to me, Haig!

Don't say that to me again!

HAIG

But sir! He wasn't! He isn't!

NORTON

I can see that, Haig! You think I'm

blind? Is that what you're saying?

Am I blind, Haig?

HAIG

No sir!

Norton grabs the clipboard and thrusts it at Hadley.

NORTON

What about you? You blind? Tell me

what this is!

HADLEY

Last night's count.

NORTON

You see Dufresne's name? I sure do!

Right there, see? "Dufresne." He

was in his cell at lights out!

Stands to reason he'd still be here

this morning! I want him found! Not

tomorrow, not after breakfast! Now!

Haig scurries out, gathering men. Norton spins to Red.

NORTON

Well?

RED

Well what?

NORTON

I see you two all the time, you're

thick as thieves, you are! He

must'a said something!

RED

No sir, he didn't!

Norton spreads his arms evangelist-style, spins slowly around.

NORTON

Lord! It's a miracle! Man up and

vanished like a fart in the wind!

Nothin' left but some damn rocks on

the windowsill and that cupcake on

the wall! Let's ask her! Maybe she

knows! What say there, Fuzzy-

Britches? Feel like talking? Guess

not. Why should you be different?

Red exchanges looks with the guards. Even they're nervous.

Norton scoops a handful rocks off the sill. He hurls them at

the wall one at a time, shattering them, punctuating his words:

NORTON

It's a conspiracy! (SMASH) That's

what this is! (SMASH) It's one big

damn conspiracy! (SMASH) And

everyone's in on it! (SMASH)

Including her!

He sends the last rock whizzing right at Racquel.

No smash.

It takes a moment for this to sink in. All eyes go to her. The

rock went through her. There's a small hole in the poster

where her navel used to be.

You could hear a pin drop. Norton reaches up, sinks his finger

into the hole. He keeps pushing...and his entire hand

disappears into the wall.

221 ANGLE FROM BEHIND POSTER 221

as Norton rips the poster from before our eyes. Stunned faces

peer in. CAMERA PULLS SLOWLY BACK...to reveal the long

crumbling tunnel in the wall.

222 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- MINUTES LATER (1966) 222

RORY TREMONT, a guard barely out of his teens, tries not to

look nervous as they lash a rope around his chest. He's

getting instructions from six different people at once.

RED (V.O.)

They got this skinny kid named Rory

Tremont to go in the hole. He wasn't

much in the brains department, but

he possessed the one most important

qualification for the job...

(they slap a flashlight

in his hands)

...he was willing to go.

223 INT -- TUNNEL -- DAY (1966) 223

Rory squeezes down the tunnel on his belly.

RED (V.O.)

Probably thought he'd win a Bronze

Star or something.

224 INT -- VERTICAL SHAFT -- DAY (1966) 224

Dark as midnight. Concrete walls rise on both sides. If you

imagine them as two huge slices of bread, the meat of this

particular sandwich is about three feet of airspace and a dark

tangle of pipes between the cellblocks. Rory's appears, shining

his flashlight down the shaft. Somewhere, a rat SQUEAKS.

RED (V.O.)

It was his third day on the job.

RORY

Warden? There's a space here

between the walls 'bout three feet

across! Smells pretty damn bad!

NORTON (O.S.)

I don't care what it smells like!

HADLEY (O.S.)

Go on, boy! We got a hold of you!

Looking none too happy about it, Rory squeezes from the tunnel

and dangles into the shaft. He gets lowered, shining his

light, smothered by darkness. Not having a good time.

RORY

Hoo-whee! Smell's gettin' worse!

NORTON (O.S.)

Never mind, I said! Just keep going!

RORY

Smells pretty damn bad, Warden! In

fact, it smells just like shit.

His feet touch the ground -- or what he assumed was the

ground. It's not. In fact, it's just what it smells like. He

sinks in past his ankles. He slips and sits heavily in it.

RORY

Oh God, that's what it is, it's

shit. Oh my God it's shit. pull me

out 'fore I blow my groceries, oh

shit it's shit, oh my Gawwwwwwd!

225 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- DAY (1966) 225

Red and others listen to violent barfing from below.

RED (V.O.)

And then came the unmistakable

sound of Rory Tremont losing his

last few meals. The whole cellblock

heard it. I mean, it echoed.

That's it for Red. He starts laughing. Laughing, hell, he's

bellowing laughter, laughing so hard he has to hold himself,

laughing so hard tears are pouring down his cheeks. The look

of rage on Norton's face makes him laugh all the harder.

226 INT -- SOLITARY WING -- NIGHT (1966) 226

Abrupt silence. LOW ANGLE on steel door.

RED (V.O.)

I laughed myself right into

solitary. Two week stretch.

227 INT -- SOLITARY -- NIGHT (1966) 227

RED

It's shit, it's shit, oh my God

it's shit...

He starts laughing all over again, fit to split.

RED (V.O.)

Andy once talked about doing easy

time in the hole. Now I knew what

he meant.

228 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- WIDE SHOT -- DAY (1966) 228

Virgin landscape. Charming rural road. Suddenly, State Police

cruisers rocket up the road with SIRENS AND LIGHTS.

RED (V.O.)

In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from

Shawshank Prison.

229 EXT -- FIELD -- DAY (1966) 229

Shawshank is half a mile distant. WE TRACK ALONG a muddy creel

as STATE TROOPERS and PRISON GUARDS scour the brush. A TROOPEE

fishes a prison uniform out of the creek with a long stick.

RED (V.O.)

All they found of him was a muddy

set of prison clothes, a bar of

soap, and an old rock-hammer damn

near worn down to the nub.

TROOPER #2 pulls the rock-hammer from the weeds. SWISH PAN

to a POLICE PHOTOGRAPHER. His FLASHBULB GLARE produces:

230 A BLACK AND WHITE STILL PHOTO 230

of the hapless cops posing with Andy's reeking uniform and the

worn rock-hammer. PUSH IN on the hammer.

RED (V.O.)

I remember thinking it would take a

man six hundred years to tunnel

through the wall with it. Andy did

it in less than twenty.

231 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 231

Once again, we see Andy using the rock-hammer to scratch his

name into the cement. Suddenly, a palm-sized chunk of cement

pops free and hits the floor. He stares down at it.

232 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 232

Andy lies in the dark, studying the chunk of concrete in his

hands. Considering the possibilities. Wrestling with hope.

RED (V.O.)

Andy loved geology. I imagine it

appealed to his meticulous nature.

An ice age here, a million years of

mountain-building there, plates of

bedrock grinding against each other

over a span of millennia...

233 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 233

Andy stands peering at the small hole left by the fallen

chunk. Carefully runs his fingertip over it.

RED (V.O.)

Geology is the study of pressure

and time. That's all it takes,

really. Pressure and time.

234 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1951) 234

Rita is now on the wall, hanging down over Andy's back.

RED (V.O.)

That and a big damn poster.

TRACK IN to reveal Andy scraping patiently at the concrete.

RED (V.O.)

Like I said. In prison, a man'll do

most anything to keep his mind

occupied.

He hears FOOTSTEPS approaching. He smoothes the poster down and

dives into bed. A GUARD strolls by a moment later, shining his

flashlight into the cell.

235 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1953) 235

Andy strolls along, whistling softly, hands in both pockets.

TILT DOWN to his pantleg. Concrete grit trickles out.

RED (V.O.)

It turns out Andy's favorite hobby

was totin' his wall out into the

exercise yard a handful at a time...

236 INT -- 2ND TIER -- NIGHT (1962) 236

A GUARD strolls the tier, shining his flashlight into the

cells. He pauses at Andy's bars, playing the beam over the

sleeping form huddled under the blankets.

237 REVERSE ANGLE (FROM INSIDE ANDY'S CELL) 237

We see what the guard doesn't: instead of Andy's head under

the blanket, it's a wadded-up pillow. The flashlight plays

across the cell, pinning Marilyn Monroe in a circle of light.

238 ANGLE FROM BEHIND POSTER 238

The light illuminates her face through the paper. WIDEN to

reveal Andy lying in his tunnel, holding his breath. The

light clicks off. The FOOTSTEPS move on. He gets back to work.

RED (V.O.)

While the rest of us slept, Andy

spent years workin' the nightshift...

239 INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1965) 239

BOOMING SLOWLY UP the shaft. Rats scurry the pipes. Suddenly, r

piece of concrete the size of a quarter jumps free and plummets

down the shaft as the rock-hammer pushes through. The pick

withdraws, replaced by Andy's peering eye.

240 A SERIES OF DISSOLVES (1965 through 1966) 240

takes us through the widening of the hole. First as big as a

tea cup. Then a saucer. Then a dinner plate.

RED (V.O.)

Probably took him most of a year

just to get his head through.

Andy finally gets his head through, scraping his ears. He's

got a penlight clenched in his teeth. He peers down into the

shaft. At the very bottom, maybe 20 feet down, a big ceramic

pipe runs the length of the cellblock. Beneath its coat of

grime and dust, the word "SEWER" is stenciled.

241 EXT -- LOADING DOCK ACCESS -- NIGHT (1966) 241

ANGLE LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN. Below us, Tommy Williams lies

facedown at Norton's feet. Blood is spreading, fanning out oa

the pavement. Norton turns, strolls out of frame.

RED (V.O.)

I guess after Tommy was killed,

Andy decided he'd been here just

about long enough.

Again we see: Andy working. Norton pokes his head in.

NORTON

Lickety-split. I wanna get home.

ANDY

Just about done, sir.

Norton crosses to the wall safe and works the dial, his back

turned. This time, though, we stay on Andy:

He pulls up his sweater, yanks out a large black book and a

stack of files, lays them on the desk. He then grabs the real

ledger and files, jams them down his pants and smoothes his

sweater down. He picks up the bogus stack, crosses to Norton,

and shoves everything in.

243 INT -- HALLWAY -- NIGHT (1966) 243

Norton exits his office and strolls off whistling. PUSH IN on

the open door. We see Andy at the guard's desk, pulling

Norton's dress shoes from their box.

RED (V.O.)

Andy did like he was told. Buffed

those shoes to a high mirror shine.

244 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- MINUTES LATER (1966) 244

Andy sorts through Norton's three suits. He pauses, checking

the gray pinstripe. Nice.

245 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1966) 245

The guard BUZZES Andy through. Andy walks toward us.

RED (V.O.)

The guard simply didn't notice.

Neither did I. I mean, seriously,

how often do you really look at a

man's shoes?

TILT DOWN as he passes by. Yep, he's wearing Norton's shoes.

246 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 246

The lights go out. Andy places the last chess piece. Gazes up

at Racquel. Smiles. Pulls the rope from under his pillow.

He stands and unbuttons his prison shirt, revealing Norton's

gray pinstripe suit underneath. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING floods the

cell, throwing wild shadows.

247 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 247

The storm rages. Andy, naked, carefully slips Norton's folded

suit into a large industrial Zip-Lock bag. Next to go in are the

shoes, chess pieces (already in a smaller bag), black ledger en

files. Last but not least, a bar of soap wrapped in a towel.

248 INT -- TUNNEL -- NIGHT (1966) 248

Andy, again wearing prison clothes, inches down the tunnel.

249 INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1966) 249

Andy squeezes through the hole head-first, emerges to the waist,

He reaches for the opposite wall, manages to snag a steel

conduit with his fingers.

Suddenly, a huge rat darts for his hand. Andy yanks away and

almost plummets head-first down the shaft. He dangles wildly

upside-down for a moment, arms windmilling, then gets his

hands pressed firmly against the opposite wall. The rat

scurries off, pissed.

Andy snags the conduit again. He contorts out of the hole and

dangles into the shaft. We now see the purpose for the rope: the

plastic bag hangs from his ankle with about two feet of slack,

He kicks his legs across the shaft, gets his feet braced. Wit3

his back against one wall and feet against the other, he

starts down the shaft. Sliding dangerously. Using pipes for

handholds. Flinching as rats dart this way and that, scurrying

in the shadows. He drops the last few feet to the bottom.

He approaches the ceramic sewer pipe and kneels before it.

Pulls out the rock-hammer and says a quick silent prayer.

Raises the rock-hammer high and swings it down with all his

might. Once, twice -- third time lucky. An enormous eruption

of sewage cascades into the air as if rocket-propelled, the

Mount St. Helens of shit. Andy is instantly coated black. He

turns away and heaves his guts out. The shit keeps coming.

250 INT -- SEWER PIPE -- NIGHT (1966) 250

Andy peers down through the hole, playing his penlight aroun5,

The inside diameter is no more than two feet. Tight squeeze.

Coated with crud. It seems to go on for miles.

No turning back. He wriggles into the pipe and starts

crawling, plastic bag dragging behind.

RED (V.O.)

Andy crawled to freedom through

five hundred yards of shit-smelling

foulness I can't even imagine. Or

maybe I just don't want to.

251 EXT -- FIELD -- NIGHT (1966) 251

Rain is falling in solid sheets. Shawshank is half a mile

distant. BOOM DOWN to reveal the creek...and PUSH IN toward the

mouth of the sewer pipe that feeds into it.

RED (V.O.)

Five hundred yards. The length of

five football fields. Just shy of

half a mile.

Fingers appear, thrusting through the heavy-gauge wire mesh

covering the mouth of the pipe. Andy's face looms from the

darkness, peering out at freedom. He wrenches the mesh loose,

pushes himself out, and plunges head-first into the creek. He

comes up sputtering for breath. The water is waist-deep.

He wades upstream, ripping his clothes from his body. He gets

his shirt off, spins it through the air over his head, flings

the shirt away. He raises his arms to the sky, turning slowly,

feeling the rain washing him clean. Exultant. Triumphant. A

FLASH OF LIGHTNING arcs from horizon to horizon.

252 INT -- ANDY'S TUNNEL -- DAY (1966) 252

Once again, we see stunned faces as CAMERA PULLS BACK.

RED (V.O.)

The next morning, right about the

time Racquel was spilling her

little secret...

253 INT -- CASCO BANK OF PORTLAND -- MORNING (1966) 253

The door opens. Spit-shined shoes enter. DOLLY the shoes to

the counter.

RED (V.O.)

...a man nobody ever laid eyes on

before strolled into the Casco Bank

of Portland. Until that moment, he

didn't exist -- except on paper.

FEMALE TELLER (O.S.)

May I help you?

TILT UP to Andy. Smiling in Norton's gray pinstripe suit.

ANDY

My name is Peter Stevens. I've come

to close out some accounts.

254 INT -- BANK -- SHORTLY LATER (1966) 254

The teller is cutting a cashier's check while the MANAGER

carefully examines Mr. Stevens' various I.D.s.

RED (V.O.)

He had all the proper I.D. Driver's

license, birth certificate, social

security card. The signature was a

spot-on match.

MANAGER

I must say I'm sorry to be losing

your business. I hope you'll enjoy

living abroad.

ANDY

Thank you. I'm sure I will.

TELLER

Here's your cashier's check, sir.

Will there be anything else?

ANDY

Please. Would you add this to your

outgoing mail?

He hands her a package, stamped and addressed. Gives them a

pleasant smile. Turns and strolls from the bank.

RED (V.O.)

Mr. Stevens visited nearly a dozen

banks in the Portland area that

morning. All told, he blew town

with better than 370 thousand

dollars of Warden Norton's money.

Severance pay for nineteen years.

255 INT -- OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 255

A MAN in shirtsleeves is going through the mail on his desk.

He finds Andy's package, rips it open. Pulls out the black

ledger and files. Scans a cover letter. Holy shit. He dashes

to his door and yanks it open, revealing the words on the

glass: "PORTLAND DAILY BUGLE -- Editor In Chief."

MAN

Hal! Dave! Get your butts in here!

256 INT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY (1966) 256

Norton walks slowly toward his office. Dazed. The morning

paper in his hand. He goes wordlessly past the DUTY GUARD into

his office. Shuts the door. Lays the paper on his desk.

The headline reads: "CORRUPTION AND MURDER AT SHAWSHANK."

Below that, the sub-headline: "D.A. Has Ledger. Indictments

Expected." Norton looks up as SIRENS SWELL in the distance.

257 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- WIDE SHOT -- DAY (1966) 257

For the second time, State Police cruisers go rocketing up the

road with SIRENS AND LIGHTS.

258 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 258

Norton opens his safe and pulls out the "ledger" -- it's

Andy's Bible. The title page is inscribed by hand: "Dear

Warden. You were right. Salvation lay within." Norton flips to

the center of the book -- and finds the pages hollowed out in

the shape of a rock-hammer.

259 EXT -- PRISON -- DAY (1966) 259

Police cruisers everywhere. A media circus. REPORTERS jostle

for position. A colorless DISTRICT ATTORNEY steps forward into

CLOSEUP, flanked by a contingent of S.ATE TROOPERS.

D.A.

Byron Hadley?

ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal Captain Hadley. Staring. Waiting.

D.A.

You have the right to remain

silent. If you give up that

right, anything you say will be

used against you in court...

TROOPERS move in, cuffing Hadley's hands behind his back. The

D.A. drones on. FLASHBULBS POP. Hadley says nothing. His face

scrunches up. He begins to cry.

RED (V.O.)

I wasn't there to see it, but I hear

Byron Hadley was sobbing like a

little girl when they took him away.

Hadley sobs all the way to the car. The D.A. snaps a gaze up

toward Norton's window, motions his men to follow.

260 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 260

Norton is staring out the window as they approach the

building. He goes to his desk, opens a drawer. Inside lies a

revolver and a box of shells.

RED (V.O.)

Norton had no intention of goin'

that quietly.

261 INT -- PRISON CORRIDORS -- DAY (1966) 261

The D.A. marches along amidst a phalanx of TROOPERS.

262 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 262

Norton sits blankly at his desk, revolver before him. The

doorknob rattles, a VOICE is heard:

D.A. (O.S.)

Samuel Norton? We have a warrant

for your arrest! Open up!

The POUNDING starts. Norton dumps the box of bullets out on thr

desk. He starts sorting them to see which ones he likes.

263 OUTSIDE HIS OFFICE 263

Troopers hustle the hapless duty guard to Norton's door as he

fumbles nervously with a huge key ring.

DUTY GUARD

I'm not sure which one it is...

He starts trying keys in the lock. And as the keys go sliding

in one after another...

264 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 264

...so do the bullets. Norton is riveted to the door. For every

key, he loads another bullet. Methodical and grim. He gets the

final bullet in just as the right key slams home. The door

bursts open. Men muscle in. Somebody SHOUTS. Troopers dive in

all directions as Norton raises the gun --

-- and jams it under his chin. His head snaps back as the wall

goes red. His swivel chair does a slow half-turn and creaks to

a final stop. Troopers rise slowly, gazing in horror.

RED (V.O.)

I like to think the last thing that

went through his head...other than

that bullet...was to wonder how the

hell Andy Dufresne ever got the

best of him.

PUSH SLOWLY to the wall to reveal Mrs. Norton's framed sampler

trickling blood and brains...and we get our final Bible lesson

for today: "HIS JUDGMENT COMETH AND THAT RIGHT SOON."

265 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1966) 265

Mail call. Red hears his name. They pass him a postcard.

RED (V.O.)

Not long after the warden deprived

us of his company, I got a postcard

in the mail. It was blank. But the

postmark said, "McNary, Texas."

266 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1966) 266

Red sits with an atlas, tracing his finger down the page.

RED (V.O.)

McNary. Right on the border. That's

where Andy crossed.

(shuts the book)

When I picture him heading south in

his own car with the top down, it

makes me laugh all over again...

267 EXT -- MEXICO -- HIGHWAY -- DAY (1966) 267

A red convertible rips along with Andy at the wheel, cigar

jutting from his grin, warm wind fluttering his tie.

RED (V.O.)

Andy Dufresne, who crawled through

a river of shit and came out clean

on the other side. Andy Dufresne,

headed for the Pacific.

268 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1966) 268

Heywood is regaling the table with some anecdote about Andy.

RED (V.O.)

Those of us who knew him best talk

about him often. I swear, the stuff

he pulled. It always makes us laugh.

A wild burst of laughter. PUSH IN on Red. Feeling melancholy.

RED (V.O.)

Sometimes it makes me sad, though,

Andy being gone. I have to remind

myself that some birds aren't meant

to be caged, that's all. Their

feathers are just too bright...

269 EXT -- FIELDS -- LATE DAY (1966) 269

Convicts hoe the fields. Guards patrol on horseback.

RED (V.O.)

...and when they fly away, the part

of you that knows it was a sin to

lock them up does rejoice...but still,

the place you live is that much more

drab and empty that they're gone.

A DISTANT RUMBLE OF THUNDER. Red pauses, gazes off. Storm

clouds coming in, backlit by the sun. A light drizzle begins.

RED (V.O.)

I guess I just miss my friend.

270 INT -- PRISON CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 270

Red is sleeping. He wakes with a start.

RED (V.O.)

But there are times I curse him for

the dreams he left behind...

He senses a presence, looks over his shoulder. There's a Rita

Hayworth poster on his wall. He gets out of bed. Rita just

keeps smiling, inscrutable. As Red watches, a brilliant

round glow builds behind the poster, shining from the

tunnel. The poster rips free, charred to ash in the blink

of an eye as a shaft of holy white light stabs into the

cell. Sunlight. Red staggers back against the glare.

A whirlwind kicks up, whipping everything into the air. The

hole in the wall is like a giant vacuum cleaner -- papers,

book, toiletries, bedding -- if it ain't nailed down, it gets

sucked down the hole toward the light. Red fights it, but the

suction drags him closer and closer...

271 RED'S POV 271

...and CAMERA rockets into the hole, getting sucked down an

endless tunnel at impossible speed, the ROAR of air mixing

with his drawn-out SCREAM, closer and closer to the light...

...and erupting out the other side into total silence and a

beautiful white beach. The Pacific Ocean before us. Enormous.

Mind-blowing. Beautiful beyond description. All we hear now

are the gentle sound of waves.

RED (V.O.)

...dreams where I am lost in a warm

place with no memory.

A lone figure stands at water's edge. CAMERA KEEPS MOVING,

coming up behind him and TRACKING AROUND to reveal -- Red.

RED (V.O.)

An ocean so big it strikes me dumb.

Waves so quiet they strike me deaf.

Sunshine so bright it strikes me

blind. It is a place that is blue

beyond reason. Bluer than can

possibly exist. Bluer than my mind

can possibly grasp.

272 AERIAL SHOT 272

Nothing for a million miles but beach, sky, and water. Red is

a tiny speck at water's edge. Just another grain of sand.

RED (V.O.)

I am terrified. There is no way home.

273 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 273

Red wakes from the nightmare. He gets out of bed. Moves to the

barred window of his cell. Peers up at the stars.

RED (V.O.)

Andy. I know you're in that place.

Look at the stars for me just after

sunset. Touch the sand...wade in

the water...and feel free.

FADE TO BLACK

274 AN IRON-BARRED DOOR 274

slides open with an enormous CLANG. A stark room beyond.

CAMERA PUSHES through. SIX MEN AND ONE WOMAN sit at a long

table. An empty chair faces them. We are again in:

INT -- SHAWSHANK HEARINGS ROOM -- DAY (1967)

Red enters, sits. 20 years older than when we first saw him.

MAN #1

Your file says you've served forty

years of a life sentence. You feel

you've been rehabilitated?

Red doesn't answer. Just stares off. Seconds tick by. The

parole board exchanges glances. Somebody clears his throat.

MAN #1

Shall I repeat the question?

RED

I heard you. Rehabilitated. Let's

see now. You know, come to think of

it, I have no idea what that means.

MAN #2

Well, it means you're ready to

rejoin society as a--

RED

I know what you think it means. Me,

I think it's a made-up word, a poli-

tician's word. A word so young fellas

like you can wear a suit and tie and

have a job. What do you really want

to know? Am I sorry for what I did?

MAN #2

Well...are you?

RED

Not a day goes by I don't feel

regret, and not because I'm in here

or because you think I should. I

look back on myself the way I

was...stupid kid who did that

terrible crime...wish I could talk

sense to him. Tell him how things

are. But I can't. That kid's long

gone, this old man is all that's

left, and I have to live with that.

(beat)

"Rehabilitated?" That's a bullshit

word, so you just go on ahead and

stamp that form there, sonny, and

stop wasting my damn time. Truth

is, I don't give a shit.

The parole board just stares. Red sits drumming his fingers.

CLOSEUP -- PAROLE FORM

A big rubber stamp SLAMS down -- and lifts away to reveal the

word "APPROVED" in red ink.

275 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY 275

TWO SHORT SIREN BLASTS herald the opening of the main gate. It

swings hugely open, revealing Red standing in his cheap suit,

carrying a cheap bag, wearing a cheap hat. He walks out, still

looking stunned.

276 INT -- BUS -- DAY 276

Red rides the bus, clutching the seat before him, gripped by

terror of speed and motion.

277 EXT -- BREWSTER HOTEL -- LATE AFTERNOON 277

Red arrives at the Brewster, three stories high and even less

to look at than it used to be.

27B INT -- BREWSTER -- LATE DAY 278

A BLACK WOMAN leads Red up the stairs toward the top floor.

279 INT -- RED'S ROOM -- LATE DAY 279

Small, old, dingy. An arched window with a view of Congress

Street. Traffic noise floats up. Red enters and pauses,

staring up at the ceiling beam. Carved into the wood are the

words: "Brooks Hatlen was here."

280 INT -- FOODWAY MARKET -- DAY 280

Loud. Jangling with PEOPLE and NOISE. We find Red bagging

groceries. Registers are humming, kids are shrieking. Red

calls to the STORE MANAGER:

RED

Sir? Restroom break sir?

MANAGER

(motions him over)

You don't need to ask me every

time you go take a piss. Just go.

Understand?

28l INT -- EMPLOYEE RESTROOM -- DAY 281

Red steps to the urinal, stares at himself in the wall mirror.

RED (V.O.)

Thirty years I've been asking

permission to piss. I can't squeeze

a drop without say-so.

A strange east Indian guitar-whine begins. The Beatles. George

Harrison's "Within You Without You..."

282 EXT -- STREET -- DAY 282

...which carries through as Red walks. People and traffic. He

keeps looking at the women. An alien species.

RED (V.O.)

Women, too, that's the other thing.

I forgot they were half the human

race. There's women everywhere,

every shape and size. I find myself

semi-hard most of the time, cursing

myself for a dirty old man.

TWO YOUNG WOMEN stroll by in cut-offs and t-shirts.

RED (V.O.)

Not a brassiere to be seen, nipples

poking out at the world. Jeezus,

pleeze-us. Back in my day, a woman

out in public like that would have

been arrested and given a sanity

hearing.

283 EXT -- PARK -- DUSK 283

Red finds the park filled with HIPPIES. Hanging out.

Happening. Here's the source of the music: a radio. A HIPPIE

GIRL gyrates to the Beatles, stoned, in her own world.

RED (V.O.)

They're calling this the Summer of

Love. Summer of Loonies, you ask me.

284 INT -- PAROLE OFFICE -- DAY 284

Red sits across from his PAROLE OFFICER. The P.O. is filling

out his report.

P.O.

You staying out of the bars, Red?

RED

Yes sir. That I am.

P.O.

How you doing otherwise? Adjusting

okay?

RED

Things got different out here.

P.O.

Tell me about it. Young punks

protesting the war. You imagine?

Even my own kid. Oughtta bust his

fuckin' skull.

RED

Guess the world moved on.

285 INT -- FOODWAY -- DAY 285

Bagging groceries. CHILDREN underfoot. One points a toy gun at

Red, pumping the trigger. Red focuses on the gun, listening to

it CLICKETY-CLACK. Sparky wheel grinding.

The kids get swept off by MOM. Red starts bagging the next

customer. SLOW PUSH IN on Red. Surrounded by MOTION and NOISE.

Feeling like the eye of a hurricane. People everywhere,

whipping around him like a gale. Strange. Loud. Dizzying. It

gets distorted and weird, slow and thick, pressing in on him

from all sides. The noise level intensifies. The hollering of

children deepens and distends into LOW EERIE HOWLS.

He's in the grip of a major anxiety attack. Tries to shake

himself out of it. Can't. Fumbles the final items into the

bag. Walks away. Trying not to panic. Trying not to run.

He makes his way through the store. Blinking sweat. He bumps

into a lady's cart, mumbles an apology, keeps going. Breaks

into a trot. Down the aisle, cut to the left, through the door

into the back rooms, faster and faster, running now, slamming

through a door marked "Employees Only" into --

286 INT -- EMPLOYEE RESTROOM -- DAY 286

-- where he slams the door and leans heavily against it,

shutting everything out, breathing heavily. Alone now.

He goes to the sink, splashes his face, tries to calm down.

He can still hear them out there. They won't go away. He

glances around the restroom. Small. Not small enough.

He enters a stall. Locks the door. Puts the toilet lid down

and sits on the john. Better. He can actually reach out and

touch the walls now. They're close. Safe. Almost small enough.

He draws his feet up so he can't be seen if somebody walks in.

He'll just sit here for a while. Until he calms down.

287 EXT -- STREET -- DUSK 287

Red is walking home.

RED (V.O.)

There is a harsh truth to face.

No way I'm gonna make it on the

outside.

He pauses at a pawnshop window. An array of handguns.

RED (V.O.)

All I do anymore is think of ways

to break my parole.

The SHOPKEEPER appears at the glass, locking the door and

flipping the sign: CLOSED.

288 INT -- RED'S ROOM -- NIGHT 288

Red lies smoking in bed. Unable to sleep.

RED (V.O.)

Terrible thing, to live in fear.

Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all

too well. All I want is to be back

where things make sense. Where I

won't have to be afraid all the time.

He glances up at the ceiling beam. "Brooks Hatlen was here."

RED (V.O.)

Only one thing stops me. A promise

I made to Andy.

289 EXT -- COUNTRY ROAD -- MORNING 289

A pickup truck rattles up the road trailing dust and pulls to

a stop. Red hops off the back, waves his thanks. The truck

drives on. Red starts walking. PAN TO a roadside sign: BUXTON.

290 EXT -- MAINE COUNTRYSIDE -- DAY 290

High white clouds in a blazing blue sky. The trees fiery with

autumn color. Red walks the fields and back-roads, cheap

compass in hand. Looking for a certain hayfield.

291 EXT -- COUNTRYSIDE -- DAY 291

Walking. Searching. The day turning late. Red finds himself

staring at a distant field. There's a long rock wall, like

something out o f a Robert Frost poem. Big oak tree. Red checks

his compass. North end. He crosses a dirt road into the field.

292 EXT -- HAYFIELD -- DAY 292

Red walks the long rock wall, nearing the tree. A squirrel

scolds him from a low branch, scurries up higher. Red studies

the base of the wall. Nothing unusual here. Just a bunch of

rocks set in stone. He sighs. Fool's errand. Turns to go.

Something catches his eye. He walks back, squats, peering

closer. Wets a fingertip and rubs a stone. A layer of dust comes

off. Volcanic glass. Gleaming black. He tries to get the rock

out, anticipation growing. It won't come; it's too smooth. He

pulls a pocketknife and levers the rock free. It tumbles at his

feet, leaving a ragged hole.

Red leans down and solves the mystery at last, staring at the

object buried under the rock. Stunned. It's an envelope wrapped

in plastic. Written on it is a single word: "Red."

Red pulls the envelope out and rises. He just stares at it for

a while, almost afraid to open it. But open it he does. Inside

is a smaller envelope and a letter. Red begins to read:

ANDY (V.O.)

Dear Red. If you're reading this,

you've gotten out. And if you've

come this far, maybe you're willing

to come a little further. You

remember the name of the town,

don't you? I could use a good man

to help me get my project on

wheels. I'll keep an eye out for

you and the chessboard ready.

(beat)

Remember, Red. Hope is a good

thing, maybe the best of things,

and no good thing ever dies. I will

be hoping that this letter finds

you, and finds you well. Your

friend. Andy.

By now, tears are spilling silently down Red's cheeks. He

opens the other envelope and fans out a stack of new fifty-

dollar bills. Twenty of them. A thousand dollars.

293 INT -- RED'S ROOM -- DAY (1967) 293

Red is dressed in his suit. He finishes knotting his tie, puts

his hat on. His bag is by the door. He takes one last look

around. Only one thing left to do. He pulls a wooden chair to

the center of the room and gazes up at the ceiling beam.

RED (V.O.)

Get busy living or get busy dying.

That is goddamn right.

He steps up on the chair. It wobbles under his weight.

294 INT -- BREWSTER -- RED'S DOOR -- DAY (1967) 294

The door opens. Red exits with his bag and heads down the

stairs, leaving the door open. CAMERA PUSHES through, BOOMING

UP to the ceiling beam which reads: "Brooks Hatlen was here."

A new message has been carved alongside the old: "So was Red."

295 INT -- GREYHOUND BUS STATION -- DAY (1967) 295

TRACKING SHOT reveals a long line of people at the counter.

RED (V.O.)

For the second time in my life, I

am guilty of committing a crime.

CAMERA brings us to Red, next in line, bag by his feet.

RED (V.O.)

Parole violation. I doubt they'll

toss up any roadblocks for that.

Not for an old crook like me.

RED

(steps up)

McNary, Texas?

296 EXT -- TRAVELING SHOT -- DAY (1967) 296

A gorgeous New England landscape whizzes by, fields and trees

a blur of motion. ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal a Greyhound Sceni-

Cruiser barreling up the road, pulling abreast of us. CAMERA

TRAVELS from window to window, passing faces. We finally come

to Red gazing out at the passing landscape.

RED (V.O.)

I find I am so excited I can barely

sit still or hold a thought in my

head. I think it is the excitement

only a free man can feel, a free

man at the start of a long journey

whose conclusion is uncertain...

297 THE BUS 297

ROARS past camera, dwindling to a mere speck on the horizon.

RED (V.O.)

I hope I can make it across the

border. I hope to see my friend

and shake his hand. I hope the

Pacific is as blue as it has been

in my dreams.

(beat)

I hope.

298 EXT -- BEACH -- WIDE PANORAMIC SHOT -- DAY (1967) 298

A distant boat lies on its side in the sand like an old wreck

that's been left to rot in the sun. There's someone out there.

299 CLOSER ON BOAT 299

A MAN is meticulously stripping the old paint and varnish by

hand, face hidden with goggles and kerchief mask.

Red appears b.g., a distant figure walking out across the

sand, wearing his cheap suit and carrying his cheap bag.

The man on the boat pauses. Turns slowly around. Red arrives

with a smile as wide as the horizon. The other man raises his

goggles and pulls down his mask. Andy, of course.

ANDY

You look like a man who knows how

to get things.

RED

I'm known to locate certain things

from time to time.

Red shrugs off his jacket and picks up a sander. Together,

they start sanding the hull as we

FADE OUT