Script 2

(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).
MESS HALL -- MORNING
(Andy goes through the breakfast line, gets a scoop of glop on his tray. As Andy walks to his seat we discover BOGS DIAMOND watching Andy go by. Bogs sizes Andy up with a salacious gleam in his eye.
Andy finds a table next to the one 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: Are, you gonna eat that?
ANDY: Hadn't planned on it.
BROOKS: (reaching for it) Do ya mind?
(Andy passes the maggot to Brooks. He examines it, rolling it between his fingertips like a man checking out a fine cigar. Andy is riveted with apprehension).
BROOKS: Yeah. That's 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 thank you. Fell out of his nest over by the plate shop. I'm going to look after him till he's big enough to fly. (Andy nods, proceeds to eat. Carefully. Heywood approaches).JIGGER: Oh, no, no, here he comes.

HEYWOOD: Mornin', fellas. It's a fine mornin' isn't it? You know why it's fine mornin, don't ya?
(Heywood plops his tray down, sits. The men start pulling out cigarettes and handing them down).
HEYWOOD: Come on, send 'em all down. I wanna see 'em lined up, just like a pretty little chorus line.
(An impressive pile forms. Heywood bends down and inhales deeply, smelling the aroma).
HEYWOOD: Yeah look at that, look at that, oh lord, yes, Richmond, Virginia.
FLOYD: Smell my ass!
HEYWOOD: Gee, Red. Terrible shame, your horse comin' in last and all. But, I sure do love that winning 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, lucky fuck.
HEYWOOD: Hey 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 gone home for the night. Poor bastard lay there till this morning. By then hell, wasn't nothing we could do.
(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'd you say?
ANDY: I was just wondering if anyone knew his name.
HEYWOOD: What the fuck you care, new fish? Doesn't fucking matter what his name was. He's dead.
SHOWERS
(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: Hey, anyone come at you yet? Anybody get to you yet? Hey we all need friends in here, I could be a friend to you.
(Andy tries to step past them. Bogs gives him a shoulder)
BOGS: Hard to get. I like that.
LAUNDRY ROOM
(Andy is working, not happy).
(V.O.) RED: 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 that he finally opened his mouth to say more then two words to somebody, as it turned out, that somebody was me.
EXERCISE YARD
(Exercise period, Red plays catch with Heywood and Jigger, lazily tossing a baseball around. Red notices Andy off to the side. Red just gives him a blank look. Andy walks over to him. Heywood and Jigger watch).ANDY: I'm Andy Dufresne. RED: Wife-killin' banker. Why'd you do it? ANDY: I didn't, since you ask.

RED: (laughs) Your gonna fit right in. Everyone in heres innocent in here, you know that? Heywood, what are you in for?
HEYWOOD: Didn't do it! Lawyer fucked me!
RED: Rumor has it that you're a real cold fish. Think your shit smells sweeter than most. That right?
ANDY: What do you think?
RED: Tell ya the truth, I ain't made up my mind (laughs).
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.
ANDY: I wonder if you might get me a rock-hammer?
RED: A wha..
ANDY: A rock-hammer.
RED: What is it and why?
ANDY: What do you care?
RED: Well if it was a toothbrush, I wouldn't ask questions. I'd just quote a price. But then a toothbrush, is a non-lethal object, isn't it.
ANDY: Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about six or seven inches long. Looks like a miniature pickaxe.
RED: Pickaxe?
ANDY: For rocks.
RED: Rocks.
RED: Quartz?
ANDY: Quartz, some Mica, Shale, and Limestone.
RED: So?
ANDY: So, I'm a rockhound. At least I was, in my old life. I'd like to be again, on a limited basis.
RED: Or maybe you'd like to sink your toy in somebody's skull?
ANDY: No, sir. I have no enemies here.
RED: No? Wait awhile. Word gets around. The Sisters have taken quite a liken to you. Especially Bogs.
(Red flicks his gaze past Andy. Bogs is watching them).
ANDY: Don't suppose it wouldn't help any if I explained to them I'm not homosexual?
RED: Neither are they. You have to be human first. They don't qualify.
(Red kneels down next to Andy).
RED: Bull queers take by force, that's all they want or understand. But if I were you, I'd grow eyes in the back of my head. ANDY: Thanks for the advice. RED: That's free. You understand my concern. ANDY: Well if there is any trouble, I won't use the rock-hammer. Okay?

RED: Then I guess you wanna escape. Tunnel under the wall maybe? (Andy laughs) Did I miss something here, what's so funny?
ANDY: You'll understand when you see the rock-hammer.
RED: What's an item like this usually go for?
ANDY: Seven dollars in any rock and gem shop.
RED: My normal mark-up's twenty percent, but this is a specialty item. Risk goes up, price goes up. Lets make it an even ten bucks.
ANDY: Ten it is.
RED: Waste of money, if you ask me.
ANDY: Why is that?
RED: Folks who run this joint love surprise inspections. They find it, your gonna lose it. They do catch you with it, you don't know me, you mention my name, we'll never do business again. Not for shoelaces or a stick of gum. Now you got that?
ANDY: I understand. Thank you, Mr...
RED: Red. The name's Red.
ANDY: Red. Why they call you that?
RED: Maybe it's because I'm Irish.
(They shake. Andy strolls off. Red watches him go).
(V.O.) RED: 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 in the world. Like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place. Yeah, I think it would be fair to say I liked Andy from the start.
LOADING DOCK -- DAY
Under watchful supervision, CONS are off-loading bags of dirty laundry from an "Eliot Nursing Home" truck. 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...
PRISON LAUNDRY
Bags are being unloaded. We find Leonard working the line. Leonard slips a small paper-wrapped package out of the laundry bag, hides it under his apron, and keeps sorting...
PRISON LAUNDRY EXCHANGE -- DAY
Red deposits his dirty bundle and moves down the line to where the clean sheets are being handed out. Leonard catches Red's eye, turns and grabs a specific stack of clean sheets. He hands it across to Red -- and more than clean laundry changes hands. Two packs of cigarettes slide out of Red's hand into Leonard's.
RED'S CELL
Red slips the package out of his sheets, carefully checks to make sure nobody's coming, then rips it open. He pulls out the rock-hammer. It's just as Andy described. Red laughs softly.
(V.O.) RED: Andy was right. I finally got the joke. It would take a man about six hundred years to tunnel under the wall with one of these.
CELLBLOCK FIVE -- 2ND TIER -- NIGHT
(Brooks Hatlen pushes a cart of books from cell to cell. The rolling library. Offering books to cons)
BROOKS: Book?
CON: Not today
BROOKS: Book?
CON: No.
RED: Hey Brooksie.
He finds Red waiting for him. Red slips the rock-hammer, wrapped in a towel, through the bars and onto the cart. Next comes six cigarettes to pay for postage.
RED: Delivery for Dufresne.
(Brooks nods, never missing a beat. He rolls his cart to Andy's cell, mutters through the bars):
BROOKS: Book
CON: Nah
BROOKS: Dufresne, heres your book
(Andy's takes the books with the rockhammer and just sets on his bed, still looking ahead).
Andy: Thanks
PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY
(We are assaulted by the deafening noise of the laundry line. Andy is doing his job, getting good at it).
BOB: DUFRESNE! WE'RE LOW ON HEXLITE! HEAD ON BACK AND FETCH US UP SOME!
(Andy nods. He leaves the line, weaving his way through the laundry room and into BACK ROOMS/STOCK AREA, a dark, tangled maze of rooms and corridors, boilers and furnaces, sump pumps, old washing machines, pallets of cleaning supplies and detergents, you name it. Andy hefts a cardboard drum of Hexlite off the stack, turns around and finds Bogs Diamond in the aisle. blocking his way. Rooster looms from the shadows to his right, Pete Vernes on the left. A frozen beat. Andy slams the Hexlite to the floor, rips off the top, and scoops out a double handful).
ANDY: You get this in your eyes, it blinds you.
BOGS: Honey, hush.
(Andy backs up, holding them at bay, trying to maneuver through the maze. The Sisters keep coming, tense and guarded, eyes riveted and gauging his every move, trying to outflank him. Andy trips on some old gaint sugglies. That's all it takes. They're on him in an instant, kicking and stomping).
(Andy gets yanked to his feet. Bogs applies a chokehold from behind. They propel him across the room and slam him against an old four-pocket machine, bending him over it. Rooster jams a rag into Andy's mouth and secures it with a steel pipe, like a horse bit. Andy kicks and struggles, but Rooster and Pete have his arms firmly pinned. Bogs whispers in Andy's ear:)
BOGS: That's it, fight. Better that way.
(V.O.) RED: I wish I could tell you that 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.
PRISON MONTAGE: (1947 through 1949)
Andy plods through his days. Working. Walking in the snow.
(V.O.) RED: 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.
(Andy backs into a corner in some dingy part of the prison, wildly swinging a rake at his tormentors).
(V.O.) RED: 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 if things would have gone on that way, this place would have gotten the best of him. But then in the spring of 1949, the powers that be decided....