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.
"I'll see you in hell before I see you in Reno."
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?
Yes, it does.
Yet 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.
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!
Sit.
We see you've served 20 years of a life sentence?
- Yes, sir. - You feel you've been rehabilitated?
Yes, 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.
Yeah, I know how you feel.
I'm up for rejection next week.
Yeah, I got rejected last week.
It happens.
Hey, Red, bump me a deck.
Get out of my face, man! You'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...
... a bottle of brandy to celebrate your kid's high school graduation.
Damn near anything within reason.
Yes, 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, "No problem."
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.
Hey, Red
You speak English, butt-steak?
You follow this officer.
I never seen such a sorry-looking 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.
You're out some smokes, son.
If you're so smart, you call it.
I'll take the 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.
You 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?
You eat when we say you eat.
You shit when we say you shit, and piss when we say you piss.
You 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.
Your 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...
...love 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! Fresh fish! 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.
- You'll tell him with my baton up your ass! - You gotta 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.
You shut up, or I'll sing you a lullaby!
Shut up, man. Shut up!
You 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.
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?
You 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!
Yes! Richmond, Virginia.
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, Tirell.
You 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.
You'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.
You 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.
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?
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.
You 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.
You 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?
You'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.
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.
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 it moving.
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.
Delivery for Dufresne.
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. You 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, "Yeah?"
He says, "Sorry 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:
"He died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.
A million bucks?
- Incredible how lucky some assholes get. - You going to see any of that?
Thirty-five thousand. That's what he left me.
- Dollars? - Yep.
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?
Keep your eyes on your mop, man!
You'll pay some tax, but you'll still end up...
Yeah, 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.
- Getting himself killed. - Keep tarring.
Some brother. Shit!
Mr. Hadley...
...do you trust your wife?
Oh, that's funny.
You'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.