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31 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1947) 31
LOUD BUZZER. The master locks are thrown
-- KA-THUMP! The cons
step from their cells, lining the
tiers. The GUARDS holler
their head-counts to the HEAD BULL,
who jots on a clipboard.
Red peers at Andy, checking him out.
Andy stands in line,
collar buttoned, hair combed.
32 INT -- MESS HALL -- MORNING (1947) 32
Andy goes through the breakfast line,
gets a scoop of glop on
his tray. WE PAN ANDY through the
noise and confusion...and
discover BOGS DIAMOND and ROOSTER
MacBRIDE watching Andy go
by. Bogs sizes Andy up with a salacious
gleam in his eye,
mutters something to Rooster. Rooster
laughs.
Andy finds a table occupied by Red
and his regulars, chooses
a spot at the end where nobody is
sitting. Ignoring their
stares, he picks up his spoon -- and
pauses, seeing something
in his food. He carefully fishes it
out with his fingers.
It's a squirming maggot. Andy grimaces,
unsure what to do with
it. BROOKS HATLEN is sitting closest
to Andy. At age 65, he's
a senior citizen, a long-standing
resident.
BROOKS
You gonna eat that?
ANDY
Hadn't planned on it.
BROOKS
You mind?
Andy passes the maggot to Brooks. Brooks
examines it, rolling
it between his fingertips like a man
checking out a fine
cigar. Andy is riveted with apprehension.
BROOKS
Mmm. Nice and ripe.
Andy can't bear to watch. Brooks opens
up his sweater and
feeds the maggot to a baby crow nestled
in an inside pocket.
Andy breathes a sigh of relief.
BROOKS
Jake says thanks. Fell out of his
nest over by the plate shop. I'm
lookin' after him till he's old
enough to fly.
Andy nods, proceeds to eat. Carefully. Heywood approaches.
JIGGER
Oh, Christ, here he comes.
HEYWOOD
Mornin', boys. It's a fine mornin'.
You know why it's fine?
Heywood plops his tray down, sits.
The men start pulling out
cigarettes and handing them down.
HEYWOOD
That's right, send 'em all down. I
wanna see 'em lined up in a row,
pretty as a chorus line.
An impressive pile forms. Heywood bends
down and inhales
deeply, smelling the aroma. Rapture.
FLOYD
Smell my ass...
HEYWOOD
Gee, Red. Terrible shame, your
horse comin' in last and all.
Hell, I sure do love that horse of
mine. I believe I owe that boy a
big sloppy kiss when I see him.
RED
Give him some'a your cigarettes
instead, cheap bastard.
HEYWOOD
Say Tyrell, you pull infirmary duty
this week? How's that winnin' horse
of mine, anyway?
TYRELL
Dead.
(the men fall silent)
Hadley busted his head pretty good.
Doc already went home for the
night. Poor bastard lay there till
this morning. By then...
He shakes his head, turns back to his
food. The silence
mounts. Heywood glances around. Men
resume eating. Softly:
ANDY
What was his name?
HEYWOOD
What? What'd you say?
ANDY
I was wondering if anyone knew his
name.
HEYWOOD
What the fuck you care, new fish?
(resumes eating)
Doesn't matter what his fuckin'
name was. He's dead.
33 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1947) 33
A DEAFENING NOISE of industrial washers
and presses. Andy works
the laundry line. A nightmarish job.
He's new at it. BOB, the
con foreman, elbows him aside and
shows him how it's done.
34 INT -- SHOWERS -- DAY (1947) 34
Shower heads mounted in bare concrete.
Andy showers with a
dozen or more men. No modesty here.
At least the water is good
and hot, soothing his tortured muscles.
Bogs looms from the billowing steam,
smiling, checking Andy up
and down. Rooster and PETE appear
from the sides. The Sisters.
BOGS
You're some sweet punk. You been
broke in yet?
Andy tries to step past them. He gets
shoved around, nothing
serious, just some slap and tickle.
Jackals sizing up prey.
BOGS
Hard to get. I like that.
Andy breaks free, flushed and shaking.
He hurries off, leaving
the three Sisters laughing.
35 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 35
Andy lies staring at the darkness, unable to sleep.
36 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- DAY (1947) 36
Exercise period. Red plays catch with
Heywood and Jigger,
lazily tossing a baseball around.
Red notices Andy off to the
side. Nods hello. Andy takes this
as a cue to amble over.
Heywood and Jigger pause, watching.
ANDY
(offers his hand)
Hello. I'm Andy Dufresne.
Red glances at the hand, ignores it. The game continues.
RED
The wife-killin' banker.
ANDY
How do you know that?
RED
I keep my ear to the ground. Why'd
you do it?
ANDY
I didn't, since you ask.
RED
Hell, you'll fit right in, then.
(off Andy's look)
Everyone's innocent in here, don't
you know that? Heywood! What are
you in for, boy?
HEYWOOD
Didn't do it! Lawyer fucked me!
Red gives Andy a look. See?
ANDY
What else have you heard?
RED
People say you're a cold fish. They
say you think your shit smells
sweeter than ordinary. That true?
ANDY
What do you think?
RED
Ain't made up my mind yet.
Heywood nudges Jigger. Watch this.
He winds up and throws the
ball hard -- right at Andy's head.
Andy sees it coming out of
the corner of his eye, whirls and
catches it. Beat. He sends
the ball right back, zinging it into
Heywood's hands. Heywood
drops the ball and grimaces, wringing
his stung hands.
ANDY
I understand you're a man who knows
how to get things.
RED
I'm known to locate certain things
from time to time. They seem to
fall into my hands. Maybe it's
'cause I'm Irish.
ANDY
I wonder if you could get me a
rock-hammer?
RED
What is it and why?
ANDY
You make your customers' motives a
part of your business?
RED
If you wanted a toothbrush, I
wouldn't ask questions. I'd just
quote a price. A toothbrush, see,
is a non-lethal sort of object.
ANDY
Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about
eight or nine inches long. Looks
like a miniature pickaxe, with a
small sharp pick on one end, and a
blunt hammerhead on the other. It's
for rocks.
RED
Rocks.
Andy squats, motions Red to join him.
Andy grabs a handful of
dirt and sifts it through his hands.
He finds a pebble and
rubs it clean. It has a nice milky
glow. He tosses it to Red.
RED
Quartz?
ANDY
Quartz, sure. And look. Mica. Shale.
Silted granite. There's some graded
limestone, from when they cut this
place out of the hill.
RED
So?
ANDY
I'm a rockhound. At least I was, in
my old life. I'd like to be again,
on a limited scale.
RED
Yeah, that or maybe plant your toy
in somebody's skull?
ANDY
I have no enemies here.
RED
No? Just wait.
Red flicks his gaze past Andy. Bogs is watching them.
RED
Word gets around. The Sisters have
taken a real shine to you, yes they
have. Especially Bogs.
ANDY
Tell me something. Would it help if
I explained to them I'm not
homosexual?
RED
Neither are they. You have to be
human first. They don't qualify.
(off Andy's look)
Bull queers take by force, that's
all they want or understand. I'd
grow eyes in the back of my head if
I were you.
ANDY
Thanks for the advice.
RED
That comes free. But you understand
my concern.
ANDY
If there's trouble, I doubt a rock-
hammer will do me any good.
RED
Then I guess you wanna escape.
Tunnel under the wall maybe?
(Andy laughs politely)
I miss the joke. What's so funny?
ANDY
You'll know when you see the rock-
hammer.
RED
What's this item usually go for?
ANDY
Seven dollars in any rock and gem
shop.
RED
My standard mark-up's twenty
percent, but we're talkin' about a
special object. Risk goes up, price
goes up. Call it ten bucks even.
ANDY
Ten it is.
RED
I'll see what I can do.
(rises, slapping dust)
But it's a waste of money.
ANDY
Oh?
RED
Folks who run this place love
surprise inspections. They turn a
blind eye to some things, but not
a gadget like that. They'll find
it, and you'll lose it. Mention my
name, we'll never do business
again. Not for a pair of shoelaces
or a stick of gum.
ANDY
I understand. Thank you, Mr...?
RED
Red. The name's Red.
ANDY
Red. I'm Andy. Pleasure doing
business with you.
They shake. Andy strolls off. Red watches him go.
RED (V.O.)
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 a
park without a care or worry. Like
he had on an invisible coat that
would shield him from this place.
(resumes playing catch)
Yes, I think it would be fair to
say I liked Andy from the start.
37 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1947) 37
Red gets his breakfast and heads for
a table. Andy falls in
step, slips him a tightly-folded square
of paper.
38 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 38
Lying on his bunk, Red unfolds the square. A ten dollar bill.
RED (V.O.)
He was a man who adapted fast.
39 EXT -- LOADING DOCK -- DAY (1947) 39
Under watchful supervision, CONS are
off-loading bags of dirty
laundry from an "Eliot Nursing Home"
truck.
RED (V.O.)
Years later, I found out he'd
brought in quite a bit more than
just ten dollars...
A certain bag hits the ground. The
TRUCK DRIVER shoots a look
at a black con, LEONARD, then ambles
over to a GUARD to shoot
the shit. Leonard loads the bag onto
a cart...
40 INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1947) 40
Bags are being unloaded. We find Leonard working the line.
RED (V.O.)
When they check you into this
hotel, one of the bellhops bends
you over and looks up your works,
just to make sure you're not
carrying anything. But a truly
determined man can get an object
quite a ways up there.
Leonard slips a small paper-wrapped
package out of the laundry
bag, hides it under his apron, and
keeps sorting...