Quotes From Inside Out and Back Again Showing Has Relationship With Brother Khoi
Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I guess it comes down to a uncomplicated choice, really. Get decorated living, or become busy dying.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to Andy using an alias to launder money for the warden] If they ever try to trace any of those accounts, they're gonna end upward chasing a figment of my imagination.
Red: Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were proficient? Shit, y'all're a Rembrandt!
Andy Dufresne: Yes. The funny thing is - on the outside, I was an honest man, direct as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Scarlet, hope is a good affair, perhaps the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Blood-red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Carmine: [narrating] Sometimes information technology makes me sad, though... Andy being gone. I accept to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are simply also bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them upwardly DOES rejoice. Merely nevertheless, the identify you alive in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say yous've served forty years of a life sentence. Do you experience you lot've been rehabilitated?
Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now allow me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Human: Well, it ways that you lot're set up to rejoin order...
Red: I know what y'all call up it means, sonny. To me, it's just a fabricated up word. A politician'south word, then young fellas like yourself can wear a arrange and a necktie, and accept a job. What exercise yous actually want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, are you?
Ruddy: In that location'south not a 24-hour interval goes past I don't feel regret. Not considering I'k in hither, because you recall I should. I look back on the fashion I was then: a immature, stupid child who committed that terrible offense. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this former human is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It'south just a bullshit word. And then you keep and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my fourth dimension. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
Red: [narrating] I have no thought to this twenty-four hours what those ii Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't desire to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing nearly something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache considering of it. I tell yous, those voices soared college and farther than everyone in a grey place dares to dream. It was like some cute bird flapped into our drab little cage and fabricated those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every terminal man in Shawshank felt free.
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Blood-red: [narrating] I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit yet or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a gratis man can feel, a free man at the showtime of a long journeying whose conclusion is uncertain. I promise I can make it across the edge. I hope to come across my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is equally blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
Cerise: [to Andy] Let me tell you something my friend. Promise is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a human insane.
Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They tin can't get that from you... Oasis't y'all ever felt that way near music?
Cherry-red: I played a mean harmonica equally a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Hither'southward where it makes the nearly sense. You need it then you don't forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that... there are places in this earth that aren't fabricated out of stone. That there's something within... that they can't become to, that they can't bear on. That's yours.
Red: What're you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.
Ruddy: [narrating] Forty years I been request permission to piss. I tin't squeeze a drib without authorisation.
Ruddy: [later being denied parole as he expected] Aforementioned one-time shit, different day
Red: These walls are funny. First y'all hate 'em, then you become used to 'em. Enough time passes, y'all become so you depend on them. That's institutionalized.
Heywood: Shit. I could never get like that.
Ernie: Oh yeah? Say that when you lot been here as long as Brooks has.
Red: Goddamn right. They send yous hither for life, and that's exactly what they take. The office that counts, anyway.
Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...
Floyd: That'due south "Cristo" you dumb shit.
Heywood: ...past Alexandree Dumb-ass. Dumb-ass.
Andy Dufresne: Dumb-donkey? "Dumas". Yous know what it's about? You lot'll like information technology, information technology'due south near a prison house suspension.
Red: We oughta file that under "Educational" as well, oughten nosotros?
Andy Dufresne: What about y'all? What are yous in here for?
Red: Murder, same equally you.
Andy Dufresne: Innocent?
Ruby-red: [shakes his head] Only guilty homo in Shawshank.
Red: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd like to recall that the terminal matter that went through his head, other than that bullet, was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne ever got the best of him.
Brooks: [in letter] Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things movement on the outside. I saw an car one time when I was a kid, merely now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway firm called "The Brewer" and a task bagging groceries at the Foodway. Information technology's hard work and I try to keep up, only my easily hurt nigh of the fourth dimension. I don't think the shop manager likes me very much. Sometimes afterward work, I get 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'south doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake upward scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Peradventure I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd transport me habitation. I could shoot the managing director while I was at information technology, sort of similar a bonus. I judge I'yard too sometime for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being agape all the time. I've decided not to stay. I incertitude they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook similar me. P.S: Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. No difficult feelings. Brooks.
Andy Dufresne: She was beautiful. God I loved her. I but didn't know how to testify information technology, that'southward all. I killed her, Ruby. I didn't pull the trigger, just I drove her away. And that'southward why she died, because of me.
Cerise: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they plant of him was a muddy set up of prison apparel, a bar of soap, and an old stone hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I remember thinking it would take a human six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. Onetime Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice historic period here, one thousand thousand years of mountain building in that location. Geology is the study of pressure level and time. That's all it takes actually, pressure level, and time. That, and a big goddamn poster. Like I said, in prison a man will exercise about anything to keep his mind occupied. Turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise m, a handful at a time. I guess later Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a loftier mirror smoothen. The guards simply didn't find. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how ofttimes practise you really expect at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to liberty through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to. V hundred yards... that'southward the length of v football fields, just shy of one-half a mile.
Red: [referring to the possibility of Andy committing suicide] I don't know; every man has his breaking point.
Andy Dufresne: [in a letter to Red] Dear Cherry-red. If you lot're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, perchance you're willing to come a little further. Yous remember the proper noun of the town, don't you?
Red: Zihuatanejo.
Andy Dufresne: I could use a practiced man to help me get my project on wheels. I'll go along an centre out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red, promise is a practiced thing, perhaps the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds yous, and finds yous well. Your friend. Andy.
Red: [narrating] The first night'south the toughest, no dubiousness about it. They march y'all in naked every bit the day you were born, peel burning and one-half bullheaded from that delousing shit they throw on y'all, and when they put you lot in that jail cell... and those bars slam home... that'due south when you know information technology'due south for real. A whole life blown away in the glimmer of an middle. Nothing left simply all the time in the world to think about it.
Cherry-red: [narrating] We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt similar free men. Hell, we could accept been tarring the roof of ane of our own houses. We were the lords of all cosmos. As for Andy - he spent that intermission hunkered in the shade, a strange petty grinning on his face, watching u.s. drink his beer.
Andy Dufresne: I have no enemies here.
Reddish: Yeah? Await a while. Word gets around. The Sisters have taken quite a likin' to you. Peculiarly Bogs.
Andy Dufresne: I don't suppose information technology would assistance if I told them that I'k not homosexual.
Red: Neither are they. You have to be human outset. They don't qualify.
Red: [narrating] Not long after the warden deprived u.s.a. of his company, I got a postcard in the mail. It was blank, but the postmark said Fort Hancock, Texas. Fort Hancock... correct on the border. That's where Andy crossed. When I picture him heading south in his own machine with the superlative downward, information technology always makes me laugh. Andy Dufresne... who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side. Andy Dufresne... headed for the Pacific.
Andy Dufresne: Red. If you ever go out of hither, practice me a favor.
Red: Certain, Andy. Anything.
Andy Dufresne: There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You lot know where Buxton is?
Red: Well, there'due south... there'southward a lot of hayfields up there.
Andy Dufresne: I in particular. Information technology'due south got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north terminate. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It'due south where I asked my married woman to marry me. We went in that location for a picnic and fabricated dearest under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Red. If you ever leave... detect that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll detect a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of blackness, volcanic glass. There's something cached nether it I desire yous to accept.
Red: What, Andy? What'southward buried under in that location?
Andy Dufresne: [turns to walk abroad] Y'all'll have to pry information technology up... to meet.
Commune Attorney: And that besides is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Andy Dufresne: Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never institute.
Red: [narrating] There'due south a harsh truth to face. No fashion I'thou gonna arrive on the outside. All I do anymore is recall of ways to break my parole, and so maybe they'd send me dorsum. Terrible thing, to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I desire is to be back where things brand sense. Where I won't accept to be afraid all the fourth dimension. Just i thing stops me. A promise I fabricated to Andy.
Andy Dufresne: Yous know what the Mexicans say nearly the Pacific?
Red: No.
Andy Dufresne: They say information technology has no memory. That'southward where I want to live the residuum of my life. A warm place with no retentiveness.
Warden Samuel Norton: [to the new inmates] I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your donkey belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Bogs Diamond: At present, I'm gonna open my fly and you're gonna swallow what I requite ya to swallow. And afterwards you consume mine you're gonna swallow Rooster's cause ya done broke his olfactory organ and I think he oughta have something to show for it.
Andy Dufresne: Anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose.
Bogs Diamond: Naw, you don't empathise. You do that and I'll put all viii inches of steel in your ear.
Andy Dufresne: All right. But you should know that sudden serious encephalon injury causes the victim to bite downward hard. In fact, I hear the seize with teeth reflex is so strong they have to pry the victims jaws open with a crowbar.
Bogs Diamond: Where exercise you get this shit?
Andy Dufresne: I read it. You lot know how to read, you ignorant fuck?
Warden Samuel Norton: [later on Andy tells him Tommy could show Andy'southward innocence] I take to say that's the most amazing story I've ever heard. What amazes me almost is that y'all were taken in by it.
Andy Dufresne: [Confused by his response] Sir?
Warden Samuel Norton: Well, it'south obvious this swain Williams is impressed with you. He hears your tale of woe and quite naturally, wants to cheer you upwardly. He's young, not terribly brilliant. Information technology's not surprising he wouldn't know what a land he put you in.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, he's telling the truth.
Warden Samuel Norton: Well, let's say for the moment this Blatch does exist. You lot think he'd just fall to his knees and cry "Yes, I did it, I confess! Oh, and by the mode, add a life term to my sentence."
Andy Dufresne: You know that wouldn't matter. With Tommy'south testimony I can get a new trial.
Warden Samuel Norton: That's bold Blatch is still there. Chances are first-class he'd be released by now.
Andy Dufresne: Well they'd take his concluding known address, names of relatives. It's a chance, isn't there?
Warden Samuel Norton: [Shakes his head]
Andy Dufresne: How tin can you be so obtuse?
Warden Samuel Norton: What? What did you call me?
Andy Dufresne: Birdbrained. Is it deliberate?
Warden Samuel Norton: Son, you're forgetting yourself.
Andy Dufresne: The land club will have his old time cards. Records, W-2s with his name on them.
Warden Samuel Norton: If you lot wanna indulge in this fantasy, that'south your business. Don't brand it mine. This meeting is over.
Andy Dufresne: Sir, if I ever get out, I'd never mention what happens hither. I'd be just as indictable as you for laundering that money.
Warden Samuel Norton: [slams his fists on the table] Don't y'all always mention money to me again, y'all distressing son of a bowwow. Non in this office, not anywhere.
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] Well?
Reddish: Well what?
Warden Samuel Norton: I run into you lot two all the time, you're thick equally thieves, yous are. He musta said *something*.
Red: Honest, Warden, non a give-and-take.
Warden Samuel Norton: [frustrated] Lord, it's a miracle! Man upwardly and vanished like a fart in the wind! Zip left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Let'southward ask her, maybe she knows.
Warden Samuel Norton: [to poster] What say you lot there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking? Aw, guess not. Why should she be any dissimilar?
[hefting one of Andy'southward rocks]
Warden Samuel Norton: This is a conspiracy, that'southward what information technology is.
[throwing rocks]
Warden Samuel Norton: Ane... big... damn conspiracy! And anybody'southward in on it, including *her*!
[Throws a rock at the affiche, the rock goes correct through it and they hear it clattering. Norton puts his arm through the torn poster and rips it away from the wall, revealing Andy's escape tunnel]
Carmine: You lot're gonna fit right in. Everyone in here is innocent, yous know that? Heywood, what you in hither for?
Heywood: Didn't do it. Lawyer fucked me.
Red: [narrating, referring to Andy] I could come across why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a quiet mode about him, a walk and a talk that just wasn't normal effectually here. He strolled, like a man in a park without a intendance or a worry in the world, like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this identify. Yeah, I retrieve it would exist fair to say... I liked Andy from the start.
Captain Hadley: Dufresne!
[to Dekins]
Captain Hadley: That's him. That'south the one.
Guard Dekins: I'thousand Dekins. I was thinking virtually setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations.
Andy Dufresne: Oh, I see. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you have a piece of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins...
Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And and so Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, exercise yous want your sons to get to Harvard... or Yale?"
Floyd: He didn't say that!
Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins just looked at him a second so he laughed himself silly and afterwards he really shook Andy's manus.
Heywood: My ass.
Brooks: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I hateful all Andy needed was a conform and a necktie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk-bound and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you please.
Crimson: Making a few friends, huh Andy?
Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides sound fiscal planning - it's a wonderful pet to take.
[Warden Norton finds the Bible in his safe afterwards Andy escapes and finds the message Andy left for him]
Andy Dufresne: Beloved Warden, You were right. Salvation lay within.
[Norton flips through a couple of pages to find the outline of the rock hammer that was subconscious in the Book of Exodus within the Bible, and then drops it on the flooring in shock]
Andy Dufresne: Bad luck, I judge. It floats around. Information technology's got to state on somebody. Information technology was my turn, that'southward all. I was in the path of the tornado. I but didn't look the storm would last equally long as information technology has.
[later on Tommy told the story of how he got arrested]
Andy Dufresne: Possibly it'southward time you tried a new profession.
Tommy Williams: Huh?
Andy Dufresne: What I hateful is, you don't seem to exist a very good thief, mayhap you should endeavor something else.
Tommy Williams: Yeah, well, what the hell you know almost it, Capone? What are you in for?
Andy Dufresne: Me? My lawyer fucked me. Everybody's innocent in here. Don't you know that?
Fat Ass: You don't empathize! I'chiliad non supposed to be here!
Inmates: Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!
Scarlet: Get busy living or get decorated dying. That's goddamn right!
Warden Samuel Norton: [after Andy escapes] I want him found. Not tomorrow, not afterward breakfast - at present!
Tommy Williams: So I'yard backing out the door, right, and I got the TV, similar this; it was a big onetime thing, I couldn't meet shit; suddenly I hear this vox, "Police force, child, hands in the air." You know, I was standing there, holdin' on to that TV, and so finally the voice says, "Yous hear what I said, male child?" And I say, "Yes sir, I sure did, only if I drop this fucking affair y'all got me on destruction of property besides."
Fat Ass: I don't belong here! I desire to go home! I desire my mother!
Another Prisoner: I had your female parent, she wasn't that dandy!
Warden Samuel Norton: [to new inmates, subsequently explaining the prison house routine] Any questions?
Prisoner: When do we eat?
Helm Hadley: [Approaches prisoner] Yous eat when we say you eat. Y'all piss when we say you piss, and you shit when nosotros say you shit. You got that, you maggot dick motherfucker?
Ruby: [narrating] I must admit I didn't think much of Andy outset time I laid optics on him; looked like a potent breeze would blow him over. That was my showtime impression of the man.
Cherry-red: [narrating] Two things never happened once again after that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again... and Bogs never walked over 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 harbinger.
Andy Dufresne: Mr. Hadley, practice y'all trust your wife?
Captain Hadley: Oh that'south funny. Yous're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.
Andy Dufresne: What I mean is, do y'all call up she'd get behind your back and try to hamstring yous?
Captain Hadley: That's information technology. Pace aside Mert, this fucker's having himself an blow.
[grabs Dufresne and pushes him near the edge of the roof]
Heywood: He's gonna push him off the roof!
Andy Dufresne: Because if yous practice trust her, at that place's no reason you can't keep that $35,000!
Helm Hadley: What did you say?
Andy Dufresne: $35,000.
Captain Hadley: $35,000?
Andy Dufresne: All of it.
Captain Hadley: All of it?
Andy Dufresne: Every penny.
Captain Hadley: You better start making sense.
Andy Dufresne: If you want to keep all of that money, give it to your married woman. The IRS allows a ane-time-only gift to your spouse for upwardly to $sixty,000.
Captain Hadley: Bullshit! Tax free?
Andy Dufresne: Revenue enhancement free. IRS tin't touch one cent.
Captain Hadley: You're that smart banker who killed his wife, aren't yous? Why should I believe a smart banker similar you? So I can end upwardly in here with you?
Andy Dufresne: It's perfectly legal, go enquire the IRS, they'll say the same thing. I really experience stupid telling you this, I'm sure you would've investigated the affair yourself.
Captain Hadley: Yeah, fucking A'! I don't need a smart wife-killing banker to tell me where the bear shit in the buckwheat!
Andy Dufresne: Of course not. But you exercise need someone to set up the tax-free souvenir for you, and that'll toll you. A lawyer for example.
Helm Hadley: Agglomeration of brawl-washing bastards!
Andy Dufresne: Right. I suppose I could set it up for you. That would save you some coin. If you get the forms I'll set up them for you, nearly free of charge. I'd only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers.
Guard Mert: Ha! "Co-workers", get him that's rich own't it?
Andy Dufresne: I call up a homo working outdoors feels more than like a man if he can accept a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion, sir.
Helm Hadley: [looks over at the rest of Andy'south co-workers] What are y'all Jimmies staring at? Back to work!
[Andy has asked Cerise to procure Rita Hayworth]
Andy Dufresne: Can y'all get her?
Cherry-red: Take a few weeks.
Andy Dufresne: Weeks?
Ruby-red: Well yep, Andy. I don't have her stuffed down the front of my pants right now, I'm deplorable to say, but I'll get her. Relax!
Red: Always bother you?
Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Red, I just process the profits. Fine line, mayhap, merely I also built that library and used it to help a dozen guys get their high schoolhouse diploma. Why do you call back the warden lets me do all that?
Ruby-red: To go along yous happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.
Cherry-red: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a two-yr stretch for B&E. That's breaking & entering to you. Cops caught him sneaking Idiot box sets out the back door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Rock and Roll. Cocky as hell.
Tommy Williams: Hey, c'mon, old boys! You're movin' like molasses! Makin' me look bad!
Red: [narrating] We liked him immediately.
[later Brooks held a knife to Heywood's throat]
Andy Dufresne: I only don't understand what happened in in that location.
Heywood: Old human'south crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse, is what.
Cherry: Oh Heywood, that's enough out of you!
Ernie: I heard he had yous shittin' in your pants!
Heywood: Fuck you lot!
Red: Would you knock it off? Brooks ain't no bug. He'due south just... just institutionalized.
Heywood: Institutionalized, my ass.
Red: The man's been in here fifty years, Heywood. Fifty years! This is all he knows. In here, he's an important man. He's an educated human being. Outside, he'south nothin'! Just a used upward con with arthritis in both hands.
Andy Dufresne: I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.
Red: I'm known to locate certain things from time to time.
Red: [Narrating] There must be a con like me in every prison house in America. I'm the guy who can become if for you lot; cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that's your matter, a canteen of brandy to celebrate your kid's high schoolhouse graduation, damn almost anything within reason. Yes sir, I'g a regular Sears and Roebuck.
Helm Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks afterward he held a knife to Heywood's neck]
Heywood: Hey, what well-nigh me? Crazy onetime fool goddamn near cutting my throat!
Cherry-red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!
Warden Samuel Norton: [Referring to the Bible] Pleased to run across you reading this, whatever favorite passages?
Andy Dufresne: "Watch ye therefore: for ye know non when the principal of the house cometh."
Warden Samuel Norton: Marking 13:35, I've always liked that one, but I prefer "I am the calorie-free of the world: he that followeth me shall non walk in darkness, only shall have the light of life."
Andy Dufresne: John eight:12
Heywood: [Andy has returned after alone for the record playing stunt] Couldn't play somethin' proficient, huh? Hank Williams?
Andy Dufresne: [grin] They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?
Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord'due south proper noun in vain! I'yard tellin' the warden!
Captain Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden nearly my baton up your ass!
Red: [narrating] You lot could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards. Or, maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I call back he did it just to feel normal once again, if merely for a brusque while.
Red: [narrating] His first night in the articulation, Andy Dufresne toll me ii packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.
[watching Rita Hayworth in Gilda]
Crimson: This is the part I really like, when she does that shit with her hair.
[Warden Norton visits Andy in solitary]
Warden Samuel Norton: I'm sure by now yous've heard. Terrible thing. Human that young, less than a twelvemonth to go, trying to escape... Broke Captain Hadley's eye to shoot him, truly it did. We just have to put it behind us... move on.
Andy Dufresne: I'k washed. Everything stops. Become someone else to run your scams.
Warden Samuel Norton: [icy] Nothing stops. Nothing... or you volition practise the hardest time there is. No more than protection from the guards. I'll pull y'all out of that one-bunk Hilton and cast yous downwards with the Sodomites. You'll think you've been fucked by a railroad train! And the library? Gone... sealed off, brick-by-brick. We'll have us a trivial book barbecue in the yard. They'll see the flames for miles. We'll trip the light fantastic around it similar wild Injuns! You understand me? Catching my migrate?... Or am I being obtuse?
[beat]
Warden Samuel Norton: [to Hadley] Give him another month to call back virtually information technology.
Captain Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till information technology'southward regal.
Heywood: Red? You proverb Andy's innocent? I mean *for real* innocent?
Cherry-red: Yeah, it looks that fashion.
Heywood: Sweet Jesus. How long's he been in here?
Red: Since '47, what is that... 19 years.
Andy Dufresne: Non me. I didn't shoot my wife, and I didn't shoot her lover. Whatever mistakes I made, I've paid for them and then some. That hotel, that boat... I don't think that'due south too much to ask.
Scarlet: You lot shouldn't be doing this to yourself. This is just shitty pipe dreams. Mexico is way down at that place and yous're in hither... and that'south the style it is
Red: [referring to Andy] The man likes to play chess; let'southward get him some rocks.
Brooks: [to Andy] Son, six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth: Not 1 of them born whose asshole wouldn't crease up tighter than a snare drum when you inquire them for funds.
Helm Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear past God and sonny Jesus y'all will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
[Andy afterwards Warden Norton refuses to entreatment his instance]
Andy Dufresne: It's my life. Don't you understand? IT'South MY LIFE!
[Cherry-red places his bet on Andy]
Red: That tall drink of h2o with the silverish spoon up his ass.
Red: [narrating] The following Apr Andy did taxation returns for half the guards at Shawshank. Year after that he did them all including the warden's. Year after that they rescheduled the start of the intra-landscape flavour to coincide with tax season. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W2s.
Andy Dufresne: And so Moresby prison issued yous your gun, but you actually had to pay for it.
Moresby Batter: Damn correct. The holster too.
Andy Dufresne: Y'all see, that's tax deductible, you lot tin write that off.
Red: Well, if it was a toothbrush I wouldn't ask questions, I'd just quote a cost, but then a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't information technology?
Red: [to Andy, wondering when he'll exist granted parole] Ane day, when I have a long gray beard and 2 or three marbles rollin' around upstairs, they'll let me out.
Heywood: Hey, Fat Donkey. Fat Ass! Talk to me boy! I know you're there I tin can hear y'all breathin'. Don't you listen to these nitwits you lot hear me? This identify own't so bad. Tell you what, I'll introduce you around, make you experience right at home. I know a couple of big old bull queers that'd just love to brand you're associate. Peculiarly that big, white, mushy butt of yours.
Fat Ass: God! I don't belong here! I desire to go home!
Inmates: We have a winner!
Heywood: And information technology's Fatty Ass by a nose!
Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing new prisoners] I believe in ii things: subject area and the Bible. Here y'all'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord. Your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Red: [narrating] I wish I could tell y'all that Andy fought the good fight, and the Sisters allow him be. I wish I could tell you that - simply prison is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Things went on similar that for awhile - prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. Every then often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes non. And that's how information technology went for Andy - that was his routine. I practise believe those get-go two years were the worst for him, and I as well believe that if things had gone on that manner, this place would have got the all-time of him.
Ruby-red: [narrating] And that'south how it came to pass that on the second-to-concluding day of the chore, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the bound of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning drinking icy common cold, Bohemia-way beer, courtesy of the hardest spiral that always walked a plow at Shawshank Land Prison.
Captain Hadley: Drink up while it's common cold, ladies.
Blood-red: [narrating] The colossal prick even managed to audio magnanimous.
Head Balderdash Haig: Dufresne? Become your donkey out here boy, you're belongings up the prove!
[no answer]
Head Bull Haig: Don't brand me come up down there or I'll thump your skull for y'all!
[Nonetheless no answer. Glaring, Haig stalks downwards the tier, clipboard in hand. His men fall in behind]
Head Bull Haig: Damn it, Dufresne, you're putting me behind! I got a schedule to keep! You better exist sick or expressionless in there, I shit you non! Yous hear me?
[They arrive at confined. Their faces get slack. Stunned. Softly]
Head Balderdash Haig: Oh my Holy God.
[the guards find the prison cell empty]
Andy Dufresne: I wonder if y'all might get me a rock hammer
Scarlet: What is it? And why?
Andy Dufresne: A rock hammer is about six or seven inches long looks similar a miniature Pickaxe
Red: Pickaxe?
Andy Dufresne: For rocks.
Red: For rocks?
Andy Dufresne: I'm from a stone hound at least I was in my old life I'd like to be once more on a limited basis
Reddish: Or possibly you'd similar to sink your into somebody's skull
Andy Dufresne: No I have no enemies here
Cherry: No? Wait a while word gets around full queers take past force that's all they want or understand if I were you I'd abound eyes in the back of my caput
Andy Dufresne: Thanks for the advice
Red: That'south free, you lot empathize my concern?
Andy Dufresne: If there's any problem I won't utilize the rock hammer
Ruddy: I guess you'd want to escape? Tunnel under the wall
[Andy starts laughing]
Red: did I miss something? What's so funny?
Andy Dufresne: Yous'll understand when you encounter the rock hammer
Red: What'southward an detail like this usually go for?
Andy Dufresne: Seven dollars in any rock and gem shop
Ruby: My normal marking is twenty percent just this is a specialty item risk goes up price goes upward let's make it an even ten bucks
Andy Dufresne: Ten it is
Red: Waste of money if you ask me
Andy Dufresne: Why's that?
Red: Folks around this articulation love surprise inspections if they find yous're going to lose it, if they do catch you with it you don't know me, y'all mention my name nosotros never do business over again not for a shoe lace or a stick of gum yous got that?
Andy Dufresne: I understand thank you Mr.?
Red: "Carmine", my name's Carmine
Blood-red: [narrating] Merely and then, in the jump of 1949, the powers that exist decided that...
Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing the inmates in the courtyard] The roof of the license-plate mill needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a week'due south piece of work. Equally you know, special detail carries with it special privileges.
Cherry: [narrating] It was outdoor item - and May is one damn fine month to exist working outdoors.
[Playing checkers]
Cherry-red: King me.
Andy Dufresne: Chess. At present in that location's a game of kings.
Red: What?
Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic...
Red: ...and a full fuckin' mystery. I hate information technology.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to Fat Ass] What was his name?
Heywood: What did you say?
Andy Dufresne: I was just wondering if everyone knew his name.
Heywood: Fuck practice y'all care, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' thing what his proper name was. He'southward dead.
Andy Dufresne: [referring to the state authorities denying his repeated requests to provide funding to build a library] They tin't ignore me forever.
Warden Samuel Norton: Sure tin. Only you write your letters if it makes y'all happy, I'll fifty-fifty mail them for, how's thay?
Andy Dufresne: Xxx years. Jesus, when yous say it similar that...
Red: ...Yous wonder where it went.
[Tommy receives a letter from the Lath of Education]
Red: You gonna open information technology, or stand in that location with your thumb up your barrel?
Tommy Williams: Pollex upwardly my butt sounds better.
Heywood: [sizing up the new inmates] I ain't seen such a distressing lookin' heap o' maggot shit in all my life.
Andy Dufresne: I desire to know how the score comes out.
Tommy Williams: I'll evidence y'all how the score comes out
[crumbles examination paper]
Tommy Williams: . 2 POINTS! THERE'Southward YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on trees, five times five is twenty-five.
[shouts]
Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK IT!
[Smacks book off the library tabular array, and stormed out]
Ruby-red: [afterward lights out and the guards walk out of the main area]
[Narrating]
Crimson: I remember my first nighttime, seems like a long time ago.
Prisoner: Yoo-hoo. Big fish. Fish, fish, fish, fishie?
[the others kickoff talking quietly, trying to taunt the newcomers]
Some other Prisoner: Poke your ass out hither! Give me a start await!
Another Prisoner: Shhh. Keep information technology down.
Crimson: [Narrating] The boys always become fishing with first-timers, and they don't stop until they reel one in.
Heywood: [Quietly] Hey, fatty donkey. Fat ass. Talk to me boy.
[Cut to a shot of him quietly sobbing]
Heywood: I know you lot're there. I can hear you breathing. Now, don't you lot listen to these nit-wits, ya hear me? This place ain't so bad. Tell y'all what. I'll introduce y'all effectually. Brand you feel right at dwelling. I know a couple of big balderdash queers that would only love to make your acquaintance, especially that big white mushy butt of yours.
Fatty Donkey: [Cracks] God! I don't vest here!
Inmates: We have a winner! It's the fat guy!
Fatty Donkey: I wanna get home!
Heywood: [Announcing] And information technology's fat ass past a nose!
[Starts the chant]
Heywood: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Inmates: [Dirge and handclapping] Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Fat Donkey: [Comes upwards to the confined] I don't belong hither! I wanna become home! I want my momma!
Prisoner: I had your mother! She wasn't that great!
Helm Hadley: [Storms in with his guys] What the Christ is this happy equus caballus shit?
Another Prisoner: [every bit anybody quiets down] He took the Lord's name in vain. I'm telling the warden.
Captain Hadley: You'll exist telling him about my baton upwardly your ass!
Fatty Ass: [as Hadley comes up to his cell] You lot gotta let me out! You gotta!
Captain Hadley: What is your major malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Fatty Donkey: Please! I ain't supposed to exist here! Not me!
Captain Hadley: [Non i ounce of sympathy] I own't going to count to three! I'k not even going to count to one! You will shut the FUCK upwardly, or I'll sing you lot a lullaby!
Heywood: [Nether his breath] Shut up, man. Shut up.
Fat Ass: [Crying and pleading] Delight! There's been a mistake! You don't understand! I'k non supposed to exist here!
Helm Hadley: [to his men] Open up that jail cell!
Prisoner: Me neither! You people run this place similar a fuckin prison!
Captain Hadley: [Once his cell door is open, he drags him out and beats him severely in the trunk and head with his baton, then knocks him out with 1 last kick to his head]
[to the rest of the inmates]
Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in hither the residuum of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you volition all visit the hospital! Every last motherfucker in here!
[Quietly to his men]
Captain Hadley: Call the trustees to take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.
Ruby: He's got his fingers in a lot of pies, from what I hear.
Andy Dufresne: What you hear isn't half of information technology. He'due south got scams you oasis't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. There's a river of dirty money running through this place.
Red: Yeah, only the trouble with having all that coin is sooner or after, yous're gonna take to explain where it came from.
Andy Dufresne: Well, that's where I come up in. I channel information technology, filter information technology, funnel it. Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals. I send that money out into the real world and when it comes back...
Red: Make clean as a virgin's honeypot, huh?
Andy Dufresne: Cleaner. By the time Norton retires, I'll have made him a millionaire.
Banking company Manager: I must say, I'm sorry to be losing your business. I promise you'll enjoy living abroad.
Andy Dufresne: Thanks. I'm sure I will.
Bank Teller: Here's your cashier's check, sir. Will in that location be annihilation else?
Andy Dufresne: Please. Would you add together this to your outgoing mail?
Banking concern Teller: I'd be happy to.
Andy Dufresne: Good 24-hour interval, sir.
Bank Director: Good day.
Red: Mr. Stevens visited nearly a dozen banks in the Portland area that morning. All told, he blew town with more $370,000 of Warden Norton's coin. Severance pay for xix years.
Heywood: Reddish! I got one! I got ane, look!
Red: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. And it ain't alabaster, either.
[...]
Heywood: Then what the hell is it?
Ruddy: A horse apple.
Heywood: Bullshit!
Scarlet: Horseshit. Petrified.
Heywood: [breaks it open] Oh, Jesus Chr... God damn!
Heywood: [talking well-nigh Fatty Ass] Hey Tyrell. You pulling infirmary duty this week?
Tyrell: [nods] Aye.
Heywood: How's that winning equus caballus of mine doing?
Tyrell: Dead. Hadley disrepair upwards his head pretty expert. Doc went home for the night. Poor bastard laid in that location till this morning. By then, in that location was nothing nosotros could do.
Andy Dufresne: [repeated line to the warden while existence dragged away by prison guards, referring to the warden denying his freedom, intentionally doubting his innocence, therefore preventing him from being released] It's my life.
Andy Dufresne: ...or come to think of information technology, I suppose I could set it upwardly for you. That would save you some money. I'll write down the forms you demand, you can pick them upward, and I'll prepare them for your signature... well-nigh complimentary of charge... I'd only enquire three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I recollect a human working outdoors feels more like a man if he tin can have a canteen of suds. That's just my opinion.
Andy Dufresne: [to Carmine] I empathise you're a man who knows how to get things.
Warden Samuel Norton: [as Mozart music is playing on the phonograph, the Warden comes to bang on the door] Open the door. Open information technology upward! Dufresne, open this door! Turn that off!
[Andy acts like he is going to do equally he says]
Warden Samuel Norton: I am warning you Dufresne, Turn THAT OFF!
[Andy turns up the volume instead, so Hadley comes to the door]
Captain Hadley: Dufresne...
[taps on the door with the social club]
Captain Hadley: ... come up on down.
[Andy does zippo, so Hadley smashes the screen on the door, unlocks it, and comes in the room]
Red: [narrating] Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.
Helm Hadley: [turns off the phonograph] On your anxiety.
Captain Hadley: And then this big shot lawyer calls me long altitude from Texas. I say "Yes?" He says, "Pitiful to inform you, but your blood brother just died."
Baby-sit Mert: Oh damn, Byron, I'm sorry to hear that.
Helm Hadley: I'm not, he was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him dead for anyway. Then anyway this lawyer fellow says to me: "Your brother died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.
[$nine,670,083 in 2014 dollars]
Baby-sit Mert: A million bucks?
Captain Hadley: Yes, fuckin' incredible how lucky some assholes get.
Guard Mert: Gees louise, you gonna meet any of that?
Captain Hadley: Thirty-5 thousand.
[$338,453 in 2014]
Captain Hadley: That's what he left me.
Guard Mert: Holy shit, that'due south great! That'southward like winning the sweepstakes.
[Hadley gives him a look]
Baby-sit Mert: Isn't information technology?
Helm Hadley: Dumb shit, what practise yous call up the government'southward gonna do to me? Take a big wet seize with teeth out of my ass is what.
Heywood: [after thinking Andy might commit suicide in prison] Oh, human being, Andy came down past me and asked for a rope.
Snooze: And you gave it to him.
Floyd: Takin' bets today, Red?
Cherry: Smokes or coins, meliorate'south choice.
Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for two.
Cerise: All right, who's your horse?
Floyd: That little sack o' shit. Eighth, 8th from the front. He'll be first.
Heywood: Aw, bullshit. I'll phone call that action. You out some smokes, son, let me tell you lot!
Floyd: Well, Heywood, y'all so smart, you lot call it!
Heywood: I'll have the chubby fatty-ass there. Fifth from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.
[first lines]
District Attorney: Mr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation y'all had with your wife the nighttime that she was murdered.
Andy Dufresne: It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around. And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.
Heywood: It's a fine morning time, ain't it? Yous know why it'south a fine morning, don't ya? Come up on, set 'em downward. I desire 'em all lined up, just like a pretty fiddling chorus line.
[the cons pull out cigarettes and hand them over to Heywood, who lines them up in front of him. He takes a long whiff]
Heywood: Ah, yes. Richmond, Virginia.
Floyd: Smell my ass.
Reddish: [repeated lines to the parole board during his hearing when asked if he feels rehabilitated] Oh yeah sir, absolutely sir, I mean I've learned my lesson. I can honestly say I'thou a "inverse man", no longer a danger to gild here, and that'south the God's honest truth.
Reddish: Andy was equally good as his word. He wrote two messages a week instead of 1. In 1959 the state senate finally clued in to the fact they couldn't buy him off with just a two-hundred-dollar cheque. Appropriations committee voted an annual payment of 5 hundred dollars merely to shut him upward. And yous'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.
[Bogs sizes Andy up]
Bogs Diamond: Hey, anybody come at you yet? Anybody get to you notwithstanding?
[Andy looks at him in puzzlement]
Bogs Diamond: Hey, we all need friends in here. I could be a friend to yous.
[Andy walks away]
Bogs Diamond: Hey... Hard to get. I like that...
Andy Dufresne: [reading letter] "... We trust this volition fill up your needs. Delight finish sending us letters."
Captain Hadley: I desire all this cleaned upward before the warden gets dorsum.
Andy Dufresne: Yessir.
Guard Wiley: [later on Hadley has left] Good for you, Andy.
Andy Dufresne: Wow. It only took six years. From at present on, I'll write ii letters a week instead of ane.
Guard Wiley: I believe you're crazy enough...
Andy Dufresne: My wife used to say I'm a hard homo to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time...
Red: That don't make y'all a murderer. Bad husband, possibly. Yous can feel bad about information technology if you want to, but yous didn't pull the trigger.
Andy Dufresne: No, I didn't. Somebody else did. And I wound up in here. Bad luck, I approximate.
Andy Dufresne: [repeated lines to each other] I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.
Red: [repeated lines to each other] I'm known to locate certain things from fourth dimension to fourth dimension.
District Attorney: [his closing statement] Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the evidence: you know all the facts. Nosotros have the accused at the scene of the criminal offense, we have footprints, tire tracks, we have bullets thrown on the ground with his finger prints, broken bourdon canteen, likewise with fingerprints, and nigh of all, we take a beautiful young woman and her lover lying dead in each other's arms. They... had sinned, but was their crime so great equally to merit a death penalty? while you think about, think virtually this: a revolver holds six bullets, non 8, I submit this was not a hot-blooded criminal offence of passion, that at least could be understood, if not condoned, no this... was... revenge of a much more than fell cold-blooded nature. Considering this, four bullets per victim, not vi shots fired but viii, that means he fired the gun empty, and so stopped to reload, so that he could shoot each of them again: an extra bullet per lover: right in the head
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