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2021年1月20日发(作者：凌云)
Mr. Dufresne, describe

the confrontation you had with your wife the night
she was murdered.

It was very bitter.

She said she was glad I knew,that she hated all the
sneaking around.

And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.

-What was your response?

-I told her I would not
grant one.



Those
were
your
words,
according
to
your
neighbors.

If they say so.

I really don't remember. I was upset.

What happened after you argued with your wife?

She packed a bag.

She packed a bag to go and stay with Mr. Quentin.

Glenn
Quentin,
golf
pro
at
the
Snowden
Hills
Country Club

whom you had discovered was your wife's lover.

Did you follow her?

I went to a few bars first.

Later, I drove to his house to confront them. They
weren't home.

I parked in the turnout

and waited.

With what intention?

I'm not sure.
I was confused

drunk.

I think

mostly I wanted to scare them.

When they arrived, you went up to the house and
murdered them.

No, I was sobering up.

I got back in the car and I drove home to sleep it
off.

Along
the
way,
I
threw
my
gun
into
the
Royal
River.

I've been very clear on this point.

I get hazy where the cleaning woman shows up the
following morning

and finds your wife in bed with her lover

riddled with.38-caliber bullets.

Does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, or
is it just me?

Y
es, it does.

Y
et you still maintain you threw your gun into the
river

before the murders took place.

That's very convenient.

It's the truth.

The
police
dragged
that
river
for
three
days,
and
nary a gun was found

so no comparison could be made

between your gun and the bullets


taken from the bloodstained corpses of the victims.

And that also

is very convenient. Isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?

Since I am innocent of this crime

I
find
it
decidedly
inconvenient
that
the
gun was
never found.

Ladies
and
gentlemen,
you've
heard
all
the
evidence.

We have the accused at the scene of the crime. We
have footprints.

Bullets on the ground bearing his fingerprints.

A

broken
bourbon
bottle,
likewise
with
fingerprints.

And 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?

While you think about that

think about this:

A
revolver holds six bullets, not eight.

I submit
that
this was
not
a
hot-blooded crime
of
passion.

That at least could be understood, if not condoned.

No.

This was revenge

of
a
much
more
brutal,
cold-blooded
nature.
Consider this:

Four bullets per victim.

Not six shots fired, but eight.

That means that he fired the gun empty

and then stopped to reload

so that he could shoot each of them again. An extra
bullet per lover

right in the head.

Y
ou 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!

Sit.

We see you've served 20 years of a life sentence?

-Y
es, sir.

-Y
ou feel you've been rehabilitated?

Y
es, sir. Absolutely, sir.

I mean, I learned my lesson.

I can honestly say that I'm a changed man.

I'm no longer a danger to society.

That's God's honest truth.

Hey, Red.

How'd it go?

Same old shit, different day.
Y
eah, I know how you feel.

I'm up for rejection next week.

Y
eah, I got rejected last week.

It happens.

Hey, Red, bump me a deck.

Get
out
of
my
face,
man!
Y
ou're
into me for
five
packs already.

-Four!

-Five!

There
must
be
a
con
like
me
in
every
prison
in
America.

I'm the guy who can get it for you.

Cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that's your thing

bottle of brandy to celebrate your kid's high school
graduation.

Damn near anything within reason.

Y
es, sir! I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.

So when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1949

and
asked
me to smuggle
Rita
Hayworth
into
the
prison for him

I told him,

to the main gate

to the main gate

Andy came to Shawshank Prison

in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fella
she was banging.

On the outside, he'd been vice president of a large
Portland bank.

Good work for a man so young.
Here Red

Y
ou speak English, butt-steak?

Y
ou follow this officer.

I never seen such a sorry-Iooking heap of maggot
shit in all my life.

Hey, fish! Come over here!

Taking bets today, Red?

Smokes or coin? Bettor's choice.

Smokes. Put me down for two.

All right, who's your horse?

That little sack of shit.

-Eighth.
He'll
be
first.

-Bullshit!
I'll
take
that
action.

Y
ou're out some smokes, son.

If you're so smart, you call it.

I'll take that chubby fat-ass there.

The fifth one. Put me down for a quarter deck.

Fresh fish today!

We're reeling them in!

I admit I didn't think much of Andy first time I laid
eyes on him.

Looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over.

That was my first impression of the man.

What do you say?

That
tall
drink
of
water with
the silver
spoon
up
his ass.

That guy? Never happen.
-10 cigarettes.

-That's a rich bet.

Who's going to prove me wrong?

Heywood? Jigger?

Skeets?

Floyd!

Four brave souls.

Return to your cellblocks for evening count.

All prisoners, return to your cellblocks.

Turn to the right!

Eyes front.

This is Mr. Hadley. He's captain of the guards.

I'm Mr. Norton, the warden.

Y
ou are convicted felons.

That's why they've sent you to me.

Rule number one:

No blasphemy.

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?

When do we eat?

Y
ou eat when we say you eat.

Y
ou shit when we say you shit, and piss when we
say you piss.

Y
ou got that, you maggot-dick motherfucker?

On your feet.
I believe in two things:

Discipline and the Bible.

Here, you'll receive both.

Put your trust in the Lord.

Y
our ass belongs to me.

Welcome to Shawshank.

Unhook them.

Turn around.

That's enough.

Move to the end of the cage.

Turn around. Delouse him.

Turn around.

Move
out
of
the
cage.
Pick
up
your clothes
and
Bible.

Next man up!

To the right.

Right. Right.

Left.

The first night's the toughest. No doubt about it.

They
march
you
in
naked
as
the
day
you
were
born

skin
burning
and
half-blind
from
that
delousing
shit.

And when they put you in that cell

and those bars slam home

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

Old life blown away in the blink of an eye.

Nothing
left but all the time
in the world to think
about it.

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 going to be?

It's as good a thing to bet on as any, I guess.

I had my money on Andy Dufresne.

Lights out!

I remember my first night.

Seems like a long time ago.

Hey, fish.

Fish, fish.

What are you, scared of the dark?

Bet
you
wish
your
daddy
never
dicked
your
mama!

Piggy! Pork! I want me a pork chop.

The boys always go fishing with first-timers.

And they don't quit till they reel someone in.

Hey, Fat Ass.

Fat Ass!

Talk to me, boy
.

I know you're there. I can hear you breathing.

Don't you listen to these nitwits, you hear me?

This place ain't so bad.

Tell you what

I'll
introduce
you
around, make
you
feel
right
at
home.

I know a couple of big old bull queers that'd just

Iove to make your acquaintance.

Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.

God!

I don't belong here!

-We have a winner!

-I want to go home!

And it's Fat Ass by a nose!

Fresh fish!

I don't belong here

I want to go home!

I want my mother!

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

What the Christ is this horseshit?

He blasphemed. I'll tell the warden.

Y
ou'll tell him with my baton up your ass!

Let me out!

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

Please! I ain't supposed to be here.

Not me!

I won't count to three. Not even to one.
Y
ou shut up, or I'll sing you a lullaby!

Shut up, man. Shut up!

Y
ou
don't
understand.

I'm
not
supposed
to
be
here.

Open that cell.

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

Son of a bitch!

Captain, take it easy!

If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here tonight

I
swear
by
God
and
Jesus,
you will
all
visit
the
infirmary.

Every last motherfucker in here.

Call the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to the
infirmary.

His
first
night
in
the
joint,
Dufresne cost
me
two
packs of cigarettes.

He never made a sound.

Tier 3 north, clear count!

Tier 2 north, clear count.

Tier 3 south, clear.

Tier 1 south, clear.

Tier 4 south, clear.

Prepare to roll out.

Roll out!

Are you going to eat that?

I hadn't planned on it.

Do you mind?

That's nice and ripe.

Jake says thank you.

Fell out of his nest over by the plate shop.

I'm going to look after him until he's big enough to
fly.

Oh, no! Here he comes.

Morning, fellas.

Fine morning, isn't it?

Y
ou know why it's a fine morning, don't you?

Send them down. I want them lined up

just like a pretty little chorus line.


Look at that.

-I can't stand this guy.

-Oh, Lord!

Y
es! Richmond, V
irginia.


Smell my ass!

After he smells mine.


That's
a
shame
about
your
horse
coming
in
last
and all.

But
I
sure
do
love
that
winning
horse
of
mine,
though.

I owe that boy a big kiss when I see him.

Why
don't
you
give
him
some
of
your cigarettes
instead? Lucky fuck!

Hey, Tyrell.

Y
ou pull infirmary duty this week?

How's my horse doing anyway?
Dead.

Hadley busted his head up pretty good.

Doc had gone home for the night.

Poor bastard lay there till this morning.

By then, there wasn't nothing we could do.

What was his name?

What'd you say?

I was just wondering if anyone knew his name.

What the fuck do you care, new fish?

Doesn't
fucking
matter
what
his
name
was.
He's
dead.

Anybody come at you yet?

Anybody get to you yet?

Hey, we all need friends in here.

I could be a friend to you.

Hard to get.

I like that.

Andy kept pretty much to himself at first.

I guess he had a lot on his mind

trying to adapt to life on the inside.

Wasn't until a month went by before he opened his
mouth

to say more than two words to somebody.

As it turned out

that somebody was me.

I'm Andy Dufresne.
Wife-killing banker.

Why'd you do it?

I didn't, since you ask.

Y
ou're going to fit right in.

Everybody
in
here's
innocent.
Didn't
you
know
that?

-What
you
in
here
for?

-Didn't
do
it.
Lawyer
fucked me.

Rumor has it you're a real cold fish.

Y
ou
think
your
shit
smells
sweeter
than
most. Is
that right?

What do you think?

To tell you the truth, I haven't made up my mind.

I
understand
you're
a
man that
knows
how
to
get
things.

I'm
known
to
locate
certain
things
from
time
to
time.

I wonder if you might get me a rock hammer.

What?

A
rock hammer.

-What is it and why?

-What do you care?

For a toothbrush, I wouldn't ask. I'd quote a price.

But a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't it?

Fair enough.

A
rock hammer is about six or seven inches long.

-Looks like a miniature pickax.

-Pickax?

For rocks.

Quartz?

Quartz

And some mica, shale

limestone.

So?

So I'm a rock hound.

At least I was in my old life. I'd like to be again.

Or
maybe
you'd
like
to
sink
your
toy
into
somebody's skull.

No, I have no enemies here.

No? Wait a while.

Word gets around.

The Sisters have taken quite a liking to you.

Especially Bogs.

Don't suppose it would help if I told them I'm not
homosexual.

Neither are they.

Y
ou have to be human first. They don't qualify.


Bull
queers
take
by
force. That's
all
they want
or
understand.

If
I
were
you,
I'd
grow
eyes
in
the
back
of
my
head.

-Thanks for the advice.

-Well, that's free.

Y
ou understand my concern.

If there's trouble, I won't use the rock hammer.

Then
I'd
guess
you want
to
escape. Tunnel
under
the wall, maybe.

What did I miss?

What's so funny?

Y
ou'll understand when you see the rock hammer.

What's an item like this usually go for?

Seven dollars in any rock-and-gem shop.

My normal markup's 20 percent.

But this is a specialty item.


Risk goes up, price goes up. Let's make it an even
10 bucks.

Ten it is.

Waste of money, if you ask me.

Why's that?

Folks around this joint love surprise inspections.

They find it, you're going to lose it.

If they catch you, you don't know me.

Mention my name, we never do business again.

Not for shoelaces or a stick of gum. Now you got
that?

I understand.

Thank you, Mr

Red.

Name's Red.

Red

Why do they call you that?

Maybe it's because I'm Irish.

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 the park without a care or a worry in
the world.

Like he had on an invisible coat that would shield
him from this place.

yes

I think it'd be fair to say

I liked Andy from the start.

Let's go! Some of us got a schedule to keep.

Move it! Come on, move it!

How you doing? How's the wife treating you?

keep moving

just go

Red

Andy was right.

I finally got the joke.

It would take a man about 600 years

to tunnel under the wall with one of these.

-Book?

-Not today.

-Book? -No.

Brook

Delivery for Dufresne.

Book?

Book?

Dufresne

Here's your book.

Thanks.

We're
running
low
on
hexite.
Get
on
back
and
fetch us up some.

This will blind you.


Honey, hush.

That's it. Y
ou fight!

Better that way.

I wish I could tell you 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.

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 that
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:

The
roof
of
the
license-plate
factory
needs
resurfacing.

I need a dozen volunteers for a week's work.

As you know

special detail carries with it special privileges.

It was outdoor detail

and May is one damned fine month to be working
outdoors.

Stay in line there.

More than a hundred men volunteered for the job.

Wallace E. Unger.

Ellis Redding.

Wouldn't you know it?

Me
and
some
fellows
I
know
were
among
the
names called.

Andrew Dufresne.

It only cost us a pack of smokes per man.

I made my usual 20 percent, of course.

So
this
big-shot
lawyer
calls
me
long- distance
from Texas.

I say
,
eah?
He
says,

to
inform
you,
but
your
brother
just died.

-I'm
sorry
to
hear
that.

-I'm
not.
He
was
an
asshole.

Ran off years ago. Figured him for dead.

So this lawyer fellow says to me:


million bucks.

A
million bucks?

-Incredible
how
lucky
some
assholes
get.

-Y
ou
going to see any of that?

Thirty-five thousand. That's what he left me.

-Dollars? -Y
ep

That's great! That's like winning the sweepstakes.

Isn't it?

Dumb shit, what do you think the government will
do to me?

Take a big wet bite out of my ass is what.

Poor Byron.

Terrible fucking luck, huh? Crying shame.

Some people really got it awful.

Andy, are you nuts?

IKeep your eyes on your mop, man!

Y
ou'll pay some tax, but you'll still end up

Y
eah,
maybe
enough
to
buy
a
new car,
and
then
what?

I got to pay tax on the car. Repair

maintenance, kids pestering you to take them for a
ride all the time.


Then if you figure your tax wrong, you pay out of
your own pocket.

I tell you! Uncle Sam!

He
puts
his
hand
in
your shirt
and
squeezes
your
tit till it's purple.

Andy

-Getting himself killed. -I Keep tarring.

Some brother. Shit!

Mr. Hadley

do you trust your wife?

Oh, that's funny.

Y
ou'll look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.

What I mean is, do you think she'd go behind your
back?

Step
aside,
Mert. This fucker's
having
himself
an
accident.

He'll push him off!

If you trust her, you can keep

that 35,000.

-What did you say?

-Thirty-five thousand.

All of it.

-Every penny.

-Y
ou better start making sense.

If you want to keep it,

give it to your wife.

The
IRS
allows
a
one-time-only
gift
to
your
spouse for up to $$ 60,000.

-Bullshit. Tax-free?

-Tax-free.

IRS can't touch one cent.

Y
ou're that smart banker that killed his wife.

Why should I believe you? So I can end up in here
with you?

It's legal. Ask the IRS. They'll say the same thing.

I
feel
stupid
telling
you
this.
I'm sure
you would
have investigated.

I don't need you to tell me where the bear shit
in
the buckwheat.

Of course not. But you do need someone to set it
up for you.

That'll cost you. A
lawyer.

A
bunch of ball-washing bastards!

I
suppose
I
could
set
it
up
for
you.
That
would
save you some money.

Y
ou get the forms, I'll prepare them

nearly free of charge.

I'd
only
ask
three
beers
apiece
for
each
of
my
coworkers.



A
man working outdoors feels more like a man

if
he
can
have
a
bottle
of
suds.
That's
only
my
opinion

sir.

What are you jimmies staring at?

Let's go! Work!

And that's how it came to pass

that on the second-to- last day of the job

the convict crew that tarred the factory roof in the
spring of '49

wound up sitting in a row at 10:00 in the morning

drinking
icy-cold
beer,
courtesy
of
the
hardest
screw

that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.

Drink up while it's cold, ladies.

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 have 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.

Want a cold one?

No, thanks. I gave up drinking.

Y
ou could argue he 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.

IKing me.

-Chess. Now there's a game of kings. -What?
Civilized. Strategic.

And a total fucking mystery. I hate it.

Let me teach you someday.

Sure.

We could get a board together.

Y
ou're
talking
to
the
right
man.
I can
get
things,
right?

We might do business on a board, and I'll carve the
pieces myself.

One
side
in
alabaster,
one
in soapstone.
What
do
you think?

I think it'll take years.

Y
ears I got. What I don't have are the rocks.

Pickings are pretty slim in the yard.

Pebbles, mostly.

We're getting to be kind of friends, aren't we?

Y
eah, I guess.

Can I ask you something?

Why'd you do it?

I'm innocent, Red.

Just like everybody else here.

What are you in for?

Murder. Same as you.

Innocent?

Only guilty man in Shawshank.

A

Where's the canary?

How did you know?

-How did I know what?

-So you don't know.

Come.

This is where the canary is.

Quite
a
surprise
to
hear
a
woman
singing
in
my
house, eh?

That's quite a

surprise.

Red

Wait, wait.

Here she comes.

I
like
this
part
when
she
does
that
shit
with
her
hair.

I know. I've seen it three times this month.

Gilda, are you decent?

Me?

God, I love it.

I
understand
you're
a
man that
knows
how
to
get
things.

I'm
known
to
locate
certain
things
from
time
to
time. What do you want?

-Rita Hayworth. -What?

Can you get her?

So this is Johnny Farrel. I've heard a lot about you.

-Take a few weeks. -Weeks?

I don't have her stuffed down the front of my pants
right now, sorry to say.

But I'll get her.

Relax.

Thanks.

-Get out!

-I got to change reels!

I said fuck off!

Ain't you going to scream?

Let's get this over with.

He broke my fucking nose!

Now

I'm going to open my fly

and you'll swallow what I give you to swallow.

Then
you'll
swallow
Rooster's.

Y
ou
broke
his
nose.

He ought to have something to show for it.

Y
ou put it in my mouth, you lose it.

No, you don't understand.

Do that and I'll put all eight
inches of this in your
ear.

All
right,
but
you
should
know
that
sudden,
serious brain injury

causes the victim to bite down hard.

In fact, I hear the bite reflex is so strong

they have to pry the victim's jaws open

with a crowbar.

Where do you get this shit?

I read it.

Y
ou know how to read, you ignorant fuck?

Honey!

Y
ou shouldn't!

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.

Andy spent a month in the infirmary.

Bogs spent a week in the hole.

Time's up, Bogs.

It's your world, boss.

Return to your cellblocks for evening count.

All prisoners report for lock down.

What?

-Where's he going?

-Grab his ankles.

No help!

Two things never happened again after that.

The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again.

And Bogs would never walk again.


They
transferred
him
to
a
minimum- security
hospital upstate.

To my knowledge, he lived out the rest of his days

drinking his food through a straw.

Andy could use a nice welcome back when he gets
out of the infirmary.

Sounds good to us.

I figure we owe him that much for the beer.

The man likes to play chess.

Let's get him some rocks.

Guys!

I got one.

I got one. Look!

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

What are you, a fucking geologist?

He's right. It ain't.

-What the hell is it then? -It's a horse apple.

-Bullshit!

-No, horseshit.

Petrified.

God

Damn!

Despite
a
few
hitches,
the
boys came
through
in
fine style.

And by the weekend he was due back

we
had
enough rocks
saved
up
to
keep
him
busy
till rapture.

Also got a big shipment in that week.

Cigarettes

chewing gum

sipping whisky

playing
cards
with
naked
ladies
on
them.
Y
ou
name it.
And of course, the most important item:

Rita Hayworth herself.

Wake up

Heads up. They're tossing cells.

Heads up. They're tossing cells!

119.

123.

Bible

On your feet.

Face the wall.

Turn around and face the warden.

Pleased to see you reading this.

Any favorite passages?



when the master of the house cometh.

Mark 13:35.

I've always liked that one.

But I prefer



Y
e that followeth me shall have the light of life.

John, chapter 8, verse 12.

I hear you're good with numbers.

How nice.

Man should have a skill.

Explain this.
It's
called
a
rock
blanket.
It's
for
shaping
and
polishing rocks.

A
little hobby of mine.

It's pretty clean.

Some contraband here, but nothing to get in a twist
over.

I can't say I approve of this.

But I suppose

exceptions can be made.

Lock them up!

I almost forgot.

I'd hate to deprive you of this.

Salvation lies within.


Y
es, sir.

Tossing cells was just an excuse.

Truth is

Norton wanted to size Andy up.

My wife made that in church group.

V
ery nice, sir.

Y
ou enjoy working the laundry?

No, sir. Not especially.

Perhaps we can find something more

befitting a man of your education.

Hey, Jake. Where's Brooks?

I thought I heard you out here.

I've been reassigned to you.
I know, they told me.

Ain't that a kick in the head?

Well, I'll give you the dime tour.

Come on.

Well, here she is.

The Shawshank Prison Library.

National Geographics

Reader's Digest condensed books

and Louis L'Amour.


Look magazine.

Erle Stanley Gardners.

Every
evening
I
load
up
the
cart
and
make
my
rounds.

I enter the names on this clipboard here.

Easy, peasy, Japanese-y
.

-Any
questions?

-How
long
have
you
been
librarian?

I come here in '05, and they made me librarian
in
1912.

And have you ever had an assistant?

No. Not much to it, really.


Why me? Why now?

I don't know.

But it'd be nice to have some company down here.

Dufresne

That's him. That's the one.

I'm Dekins.

I was thinking

about
setting
up
some
kind
of
trust
fund for
my
kids' educations.

I see.

Why don't we have a seat and talk it over.

Do you have a piece of paper and a pencil?

Thanks.

So

Mister Dekins


And then Andy says,

do you want your sons to go to Harvard or Y
ale?

He didn't say that!

As God as my witness!

Dekins blinked for a second

then he laughed and actually shook Andy's hand.

-My ass!

-Shook his hand.

I tell you, I near soiled myself!

All he needed was a suit and tie and a jiggly hula
gal on his desk

he'd have been

Making a few friends?

I wouldn't say

I'm
a
convicted
murderer
who
provides
sound
financial planning.

It's a wonderful pet to have.

Got you out of the laundry, though.

It might do more than that.

How
about
expanding
the
library.
Get
some
new
books.

If you ask for something, ask for a pool table.


yes

How do you expect to do that? I mean

get
new
books
in
here,

Dufresne,
if
you
please.

I'll ask the warden for funds.

Six wardens have been through here in my tenure,
and I've learned

one immutable, universal truth:

Not one born whose asshole

wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when
you ask for funds.

-The budget's stretched thin as it is.

-I see.

Maybe
I
could
write
the
state senate
and
request
funds from them.

They have only three ways to spend the taxpayers'
money for prisons:

More walls, more bars, more guards.

I'd like to try, with permission. A
letter a week.

-They can't ignore me forever.

-Sure can.

But you write your letters if it makes you happy
.

I'll even mail them for you. How's that?

So Andy started writing a letter a week

just like he said.
And like Norton said

Andy got no answers.

The following April, he did tax returns for half the
guards at Shawshank.

Y
ear after that, he did them all

including the warden's.

Y
ear
after
that,
they
rescheduled
the
intramural
season

to coincide with tax season.

The guards on the opposing teams all remembered
to bring their W-2s.

So Moresby Prison

issued you a gun, but you paid for it.

Right. The holster too.

That's tax- deductible. Y
ou can write that off.

Y
es, sir! Andy was a regular cottage industry.

In fact, it got so busy at tax time, he was allowed a
staff.

Could you hand me a stack of 1040s?

Got
me
out
of
the wood
shop
a
month
out
of
the
year, and that was fine by me.

And still, he kept sending those letters.

It's Brooks.

Watch the door.

Please, Brooks.

-Calm the fuck down.

-Stay back!

-Stay back, goddamn it!

-What's going on?

One second he's fine, then out come the knives.

We can talk about this, right?

There's
nothing
to
talk
about.
I'll
cut
his
fucking
throat.

What's he done to you?

It's what they done!

I got no choice.

Y
ou won't hurt Heywood. We all know that.

-Right, Heywood?

-Sure.

He's a friend of yours, and Brooks is a reasonable
man.

-Right, guys? -Y
es.

So put the knife down. Look at me.

Put the knife down.

Look at his neck, for God's sake.

Look at his neck. He's bleeding.


It's the only way

they'd let me stay
.

This is crazy.

Y
ou don't want to do this.

Put it, put it down.

Take it easy.

Y
ou'll be all right.


Him? What about me?

Crazy old fool damn near cut my throat!

Y
ou've had worse from shaving.

What did you do to set him off?
Nothing. I come in here to say farewell.


Ain't you heard? His parole's come through.

I just don't understand what happened in there.

Old man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse.

That's enough out of you.

-Heard he had you shitting your pants. -Fuck you.

IKnock it off.

Brooks ain't no bug.

he is just

institutionalized.



The
man's
been
in
here
50
years,
Heywood,
50
years!

This is all he knows.

In here, he's an important man

an educated man.

Outside, he's nothing.

Just a used-up con with arthritis in both hands.

Probably couldn't get a library card if he tried.

Y
ou know what I'm trying to say?

I do believe you're talking out of your ass.

Y
ou believe whatever you want.

But I tell you these walls are funny.

First you hate them.

Then you get used to them.

Enough time passes

you get so you depend on them.

That's

Shit.

-I could never get like that. -Oh, yeah?

Wait till you've been here as long as Brooks.

Goddamn right.

They send you here for life

that's exactly what they take.

Part that counts, anyway.

I can't take care of you no more, Jake.

Y
ou go on now.

Y
ou're free.

Y
ou're free.

Good luck, Brooksie.

Dear fellas:

I
can't
believe
how
fast
things
move
on
the
outside.

Watch it, old-timer! Want to get killed?

I saw an automobile once when I was a kid

but now they're everywhere.

The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.

The parole board got me into this halfway house

called

and a job

bagging groceries at the Food-Way.

It's hard work and I try to keep up

..but my hands hurt most of the time.

Make sure your man double-bags.

Last time, the bottom near came out.

Make
sure
you
double-bag
like
the
lady
says.
understand?

Y
es, sir. Surely will.


I
don't
think
the
store
manager
likes
me
very
much.

Sometimes
after work,
I
go
to the
park
and feed
the birds.

I keep thinking

Jake might just show up and say hello.

But he never does.

I
hope,
wherever
he
is,
he's
doing
okay
and
making new friends.

I have trouble sleeping at night.

I have bad dreams like I'm falling.


I wake up scared.

Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where
I am.

Maybe
I should
get
a
gun
and
rob
the
Food-Way
so they'd send me home.

I could shoot the manager while I was at it. Sort of
like a bonus.

I
guess
I'm
too
old
for
that
sort
of
nonsense
anymore.

I don't like it here.