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RED: 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 [rock hammer].
RED: 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. He never said who did it...but we all knew. Things went on like that for a while. Prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. Every so often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him. Sometimes he was able to fight them off... sometimes not. 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. Half the time it landed him in the infirmary... the other half, it landed him in solitary. Warden Norton's "grain & drain" vacation. Bread, water, and all the privacy you could want.
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.
ANDY: Because if you do trust her, there's no reason in the world you can't keep every cent of that money.
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.
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-chasing, 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... I'd only ask three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I think a man working outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion.
RED: 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... 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 Shawsh
ank State Prison. The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. 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. As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.
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.
ANDY: What are you in for, Red?
RED: Murder. Same as you.
ANDY: Innocent?
RED: The only guilty man in Shawshank.
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.
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 in your ear.
ANDY: Okay. But you should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to bite down. Hard. In fact, I understand the bite-reflex is so strong the victim's jaws have to be pried open with a crowbar.
RED: Two things never happened again after that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again... and Bogs never walked again. They transferred him to a minimum security hospital upstate. To my knowledge, he lived out the rest of his days drinking his food through a straw.
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.
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: 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.
BROOKS: 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.
RED: I have no idea to this day what them two Italian ladies were singin' about. Truth is, I don't want to know.
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.
ANDY: 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: 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. 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.
MAN #1: Your file says you've served forty years of a life sentence. You feel you've been rehabilitated? 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 politician'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. "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.
RED: Thirty years I've been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so. 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. 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.
ANDY: 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. 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.