Forget that there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone, that there's a… there's something inside that they can't get to and they… they can't touch. It's yours.

Rehabilitation Officer: Ellis Boyd Redding: your file says you've served 40 years of a life sentence. Do you feel you've been rehabilitated?

Red: Rehabilitated?… Well, now, let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.

Rehabilitation Officer: Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society, to—

Red: [Interrupting] I know what you think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made-up word. A politician's word, so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really wanna know? Am I sorry for what I did?

Rehabilitation Officer: Well, are you?

Red: There's not a day goes by that I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. 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 old man is all that's left. I gotta live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So go ahead and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.

Nothing stops.

These prison walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, gets so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. They send you here for life, that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyways.

Yeah, right. That's the way it is. It's down there and I'm in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying.

Andy did like he was told; buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards simply didn't notice. Neither did I… I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man's shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit-smelling foulness I can't even imagine- or maybe I just don't want to.

Andy: My wife used to say I'm a hard man to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time. She was beautiful. God, I loved her. I just didn't know how to show it, that's all. [pause] I killed her Red. I didn't pull the trigger. But I drove her away. That's why she died, because of me. The way I am.

Red: [pause] That don't make you a murderer. A bad husband, maybe. Feel bad about it if you want to, but you didn't pull the trigger.

Andy: No, I didn't. Somebody else did. And I wound up in here. [laughs] Bad luck, I guess.

Red: [sighs] Yeah

Andy: It floats around. It's got to land on somebody. It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado. [sighs] I just didn't expect the storm would last as long as it has.

Heywood: [sorting through books] "The Count of Monte Crisco"

Floyd: That's Cristo, you dumb shit.

Heywood: By Alexandree… Dum-ass. Dumbass? [Red chuckles.]

Andy: Dumbass? [Heywood shows him the book.] Dumas. You know what that's about?

Heywood: [confused] Uuh-uh.

Andy: You'll like it. It's about a prison break.

Red: Well, we ought to file that under Educational too. Oughtn't we?

Andy Dufresne, who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side. Andy Dufresne, headed for the Pacific. Those of us who knew him best talk about him often. I swear, the stuff he pulled… Sometimes it makes me sad, though, Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty now that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Prison Guard: Man missing on Tier 2, Cell 245.

Haig: Dufresne! [nobody comes out of Andy's cell] Get your ass out here, boy. You're holdin' up the show. [still no response] Don't make me come down there! I'll thump your skull for ya! [still no response, so Haig goes towards the cell] Damn it, Dufresne, you're puttin' me behind! I got a schedule to keep! You better be sick or dead in there, I shit you not! You hear me? [Haig reaches Andy's cell and looks inside; it's empty.] Oh, my holy God!

Norton: [Takes the Bible from Andy's hands] I'm pleased to see you reading this. Any favorite passages?

Andy: "Watch ye therefore; for ye know not when the Master of the House cometh."

Norton: Mark 13:35. Always liked that one. But I prefer, "I'm the light of the world; he that follows me shall not walk in darkness but shall have the light of life."

Andy: John, chapter 8, verse 12.

[Later, as Norton exits the cell, he hands back the Bible through the bars]

Norton: Almost forgot; I'd hate to deprive you of this. Salvation lies within.

Andy: Yes, sir.

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't wanna know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you those voices soared, higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.

[A new group of prisoners has arrived at Shawshank, Andy Dufresne among them, and the convicts are "going fishing", taunting the new prisoners and making bets on who will break down crying first.]

Heywood: Hey, Fat Ass. Fat Ass! Talk to me boy! I know you're there. I can hear you breathin'. 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.

Fat Ass: Oh, God. I don't belong here!

Inmate: We have a winner!

Heywood: And it's Fat Ass, by a nose! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Prisoners: [Chanting] Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Fat Ass: I wanna go home! I want my mother!

Inmate: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!

[A door on the ground floor opens, and Captain Byron Hadley and several guards walk onto the cell block.]

Byron Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?!

Prisoner: You took the Lord's name in vain; I'm telling the Warden!

Byron Hadley: You'll be telling 'im with my baton up your ass!

Fat Ass: You gotta let me outta here! You gotta!

Byron Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey-spunk?

Fat Ass: Please… I ain't supposed to be here. Not me!

Byron Hadley: I ain't gonna count to three. I'm not even gonna count to one; you will shut the fuck up or I will sing you a lullaby!

Heywood: [now nervous, under his breath] Shut up, man. Shut up.

Fat Ass: You've made a mistake! You don't understand, I'm not supposed to be here!

Byron Hadley: Open that cell!

Inmate: Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!

[The cell door is opened, and Captain Hadley grabs Fat Ass and drags him out into the middle of the first floor of the cell block. Taking out his baton, Hadley savagely beats the new inmate.]

Byron Hadley: Son of a bitch.

Inmate: Cap, take it easy.

[Finally, Fat Ass is beaten into unconsciousness. The inmates, who had been shouting and cheering when the guards first arrived, are now silent.]

Byron Hadley: [Putting away his baton] If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here! [To his men] Call the trustees, take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.

[Captain Hadley and the guards leave the cell block, and the lights go off again.]

Red: His first night in Shawshank Prison, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.

Andy: I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company…[points and taps his head.] It was in here. [gestures over his heart] And in here. That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you. Haven't you ever felt that way about music?

Red: Well… I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it, though. Didn't make too much sense in here.

Andy: No, here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.

Red: Forget?

Andy: That there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone. That there's… there's somethin' inside that they can't get to; that they can't touch. It's yours.

Red: What are you talkin' about?

Andy: Hope.

Red: Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea.

Andy: Like Brooks did?

Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes, really. Pressure, and time. That and a big damn poster. Like I said, in prison, a man will do almost anything to keep his mind occupied. Turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, Andy decided he'd been here just about long enough.

I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I remember thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty.

Step aside Mert, this fucker's about to have himself an accident.

Norton: I want every man on this cellblock questioned. - Start with that friend of his.

Byron: Who?

Norton: [pointing at Red as he walks by him] Him!

Haig: Open 237.

Norton: What do you mean he just wasn't here? Don't say that to me, Haig. Don't say that to me again.

Haig: But, sir, he wasn't.

Norton: [yelling] I can see that, Haig! Think I'm blind? That's what you say? Am I blind, Haig?

Haig: No, sir!

Norton: What about you? [turning to Byron] Are you blind? Tell me what this is.

Byron: Last night's count.

Norton: [pointing at the clipboard] You see Dufresne's name there? I sure do. See right there. Dufresne! [walks around] He was in the cell at lights out. Stands to reason he'd still be here in the morning! I want him found NOW! Not tomorrow, not after breakfast, NOW!

Haig: Yes, sir! [walks out of the cell] Come on. Move your butts. MOVE IT!

Byron: [shows Red to enter] Stand.

Norton: [talking to Red] Well?

Red: [confused] Well what?

Norton: I see you together all the time. Thick as thieves, you were. He must have said something.

Red: No, Mr. Warden. Not a word.

Norton: Lord, it's a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind! Nothing left but [grabs Andy's stone figures] damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall [points at the poster] . Let's ask her. Maybe she knows. What say there, fuzzy britches? Feel like talking? Aw, guess not. Why should she be any different? [talking quietly] This is a conspiracy. That's what this is. [louder] ONE - BIG - DAMN CONSPIRACY [Norton throws stone figures at Red, Byron and other guards]! AND EVERYONE'S IN ON IT! Including her! [throws a stone figure at a poster, which goes through; Norton, surprised, pushes his finger, then his entire arm through the hole in the poster, tears it off the wall, and gasps as he sees the tunnel dug in the wall]

[A group of new prisoners is being processed into Shawshank State Prison.]

Norton: This is Mr. Hadley, captain of the guards. I'm Mr. Norton, the warden. You are convicted felons. That's why they 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 as you go along. Any questions?

Inmate: When do we eat?

[Norton nods to Captain Hadley, who gets right in the new inmate's face]

Byron Hadley: You eat when we say you eat, you shit when we say you shit, and you piss when we say you piss! You got that, you maggot-dick motherfucker? [Slams his baton into the new inmate's stomach, causing the man to fall to his knees, gasping for breath]

Norton: 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.

[There might be an edited version in which Norton says "The rest" rather than "Your ass".]

Put your trust in the Lord. Your ass belongs to me.

Oh that's funny. You're gonna look funnier when you suck my dick with no teeth.

[All talking about Andy after he spent time in the hole and after talking to Red]

Red: No, I'm telling you. The guy is… he's talking funny. I'm really worried about him.

Skeet: Let's keep an eye on him.

Jigger: That's fine during the day but at night, he's got that cell all to himself.

Heywood: [Horrified] Oh lord.

Red: What?

Heywood: Andy came down to the loading dock today, he asked me for a length of rope.

Red: Rope?

Heywood: 6 feet long.

Snooze: And you gave it to him?

Heywood: Sure, why wouldn't I?

Floyd: Oh Jesus, Heywood!

Heywood: How was I supposed to know?

Floyd: Remember Brooks Hatlen?

Jigger: No. Andy'd never do that. Never.

Red: I don't know. Every man has his breaking point.

I like to think the last thing that went through his head, other than that bullet, was how the hell that Andy Dufrense ever got the best of him.

Red: I don't think you ought to be doing this to yourself, Andy. This is just shitty pipedreams. I mean, Mexico is way the hell down there and you're in here, and that's the way it is.

Andy: Yeah, right. That's the way it is. It's down there and I'm in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'.

The funny thing is, on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.

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 they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell, when those bars slam home, that's when you know it's for real. A whole 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 gonna be? It's as good a thing to bet on as any, I guess. I had my money on Andy Dufresne. I remember my first night. Seems like a

Do you know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life; A warm place with no memory.

There's harsh truth to face. No way I'm gonna make it on the outside. All I do in remorse is to think a way to break my parole, so they may send me back. Terrible thing to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. All I want is to be back where things make sense, where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only one thing stops me. A promise I made to Andy.

[Inmates are working outside of the prison; as they are, Red and the other inmates are looking out for some rocks for Andy]

Heywood: Hey guys! I got one! I got one! Look!

Red: [After looking at Heywood] Heywood, that isn't soapstone. And it ain't alabaster, either.

Heywood: What are you, a fucking geologist?

Snooze: He's right, it ain't.

Heywood: Then what the hell is it then?

Red: It's a horse apple.

Heywood: [Pauses and looks at his hand] Bullshit!

Red: No, horseshit. Petrified.

Heywood: [The "rock" breaks apart in his hand and he becomes disgusted] Oh, Jesus! [Other inmates laugh at him]

You eat when we say you eat. You shit when we say you shit and you piss when we say you piss. You got that, you maggot dick motherfucker?

It was in here…in here. That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you. Haven't you ever felt that way about music?