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231 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 231
Once again, we see Andy using the rock-hammer to scratch his
name into the cement. Suddenly, a palm-sized
chunk of cement
pops free and hits the floor. He stares
down at it.
232 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 232
Andy lies in the dark, studying the
chunk of concrete in his
hands. Considering the possibilities.
Wrestling with hope.
RED (V.O.)
Andy loved geology. I imagine it
appealed to his meticulous nature.
An ice age here, a million years of
mountain-building there, plates of
bedrock grinding against each other
over a span of millennia...
233 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 233
Andy stands peering at the small hole
left by the fallen
chunk. Carefully runs his fingertip
over it.
RED (V.O.)
Geology is the study of pressure
and time. That's all it takes,
really. Pressure and time.
234 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1951) 234
Rita is now on the wall, hanging down over Andy's back.
RED (V.O.)
That and a big damn poster.
TRACK IN to reveal Andy scraping patiently at the concrete.
RED (V.O.)
Like I said. In prison, a man'll do
most anything to keep his mind
occupied.
He hears FOOTSTEPS approaching. He
smoothes the poster down and
dives into bed. A GUARD strolls by
a moment later, shining his
flashlight into the cell.
235 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1953) 235
Andy strolls along, whistling softly,
hands in both pockets.
TILT DOWN to his pantleg. Concrete
grit trickles out.
RED (V.O.)
It turns out Andy's favorite hobby
was totin' his wall out into the
exercise yard a handful at a time...
236 INT -- 2ND TIER -- NIGHT (1962) 236
A GUARD strolls the tier, shining his
flashlight into the
cells. He pauses at Andy's bars, playing
the beam over the
sleeping form huddled under the blankets.
p37 REVERSE ANGLE (FROM INS1DE ANDY'S CELL) 237
We see what the guard doesn't: instead
of Andy's head under
the blanket, it's a wadded-up pillow.
The flashlight plays
across the cell, pinning Marilyn Monroe
in a circle of light.
238 ANGLE FROM BEHIND POSTER 238
The light illuminates her face through
the paper. WIDEN to
reveal Andy lying in his tunnel, holding
his breath. The
light clicks off. The FOOTSTEPS move
on. He gets back to work.
RED (V.O.)
While the rest of us slept, Andy
spent years workin' the nightshift...
239 INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1965) 239
BOOMING SLOWLY UP the shaft. Rats scurry
the pipes. Suddenly, r
piece of concrete the size of a quarter
jumps free and plummets
down the shaft as the rock-hammer
pushes through. The pick
withdraws, replaced by Andy's peering
eye.
240 A SERIES OF DISSOLVES (1965 through 1966) 240
takes us through the widening of the
hole. First as big as a
tea cup. Then a saucer. Then a dinner
plate.
RED (V.O.)
Probably took him most of a year
just to get his head through.
Andy finally gets his head through,
scraping his ears. He's
got a penlight clenched in his teeth.
He peers down into the
shaft. At the very bottom, maybe 20
feet down, a big ceramic
pipe runs the length of the cellblock.
Beneath its coat of
grime and dust, the word "SEWER" is
stenciled.