121 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- SHAWSHANK -- DAY (1954) 121

Andy reads the letter to Red and the others:

ANDY
P.S. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a
knife to his throat. No hard feelings.

A long silence. Andy folds the letter, puts it away. Softly:

RED
He should'a died in here, goddamn it.

122 INT -- PRISON LIBRARY -- DAY (1954) 122

Andy is sorting books on the cart. He replaces a stack on the
shelf -- and pauses, noticing a line of ants crawling up the
wood. He glances up. The ants disappear over the top. He pulls
a chair over and stands on it, peers cautiously over.

ANDY
Red!

Red steps in with an armload of files. Andy gingerly reaches
in, grabs a black feathered wing, and pulls out a dead crow.

RED
(softly)
Is that Jake?

123 INT -- WOOD SHOP -- DAY (1954) 123

Red is making something at his bench, sanding and planing.

RED (V.O.)
It never would have occurred to us,
if not for Andy. It was his idea.
We all agreed it was the right
thing to do...

124 EXT -- FIELDS -- DAY (1954) 124

Low hilly terrain all around. A HUNDRED CONS are at work in
the fields. GUARDS patrol with carbines, keeping a sharp eye.
We find Andy, Red, and the boys working with picks and
shovels. They glance over to the pickup truck. Hadley's
chewing the fat with Mert and Youngblood. A WHISTLE BLOWS.

GUARD
Water break! Five minutes!

The work stops. Cons head for the pickup truck, where water is
dispensed with dipper and pail. Red and the boys look to Andy.
Andy nods. Now's the time. The group moves off through the
confusion, using it as cover. They head up the slope of a
nearby hill and quickly decide on a suitable spot. The
guards haven't noticed.

Jigger and Floyd start swinging picks into the soft earth,
quickly ripping out a hole. Red reaches into his jacket and
pulls out a beautiful wooden box, carefully stained and
varnished. He shows it around to nods of approval.

ANDY
That's real pretty, Red. Nice work.

HEYWOOD
Shovel man in. Watch the dirt.

124 CONTINUED 124
Heywood jumps in and starts spading out the hole.

125 BY THE TRUCK 125

Youngblood glances up and sees the men on the slope.

YOUNGBLOOD
What the fuck.

HADLZY
(follows his gaze)
HEY.' YOU MEN UP THERE.' GET YOUR
ASSES OFF THAT SLOPE!
(works his rifle bolt)
YOU HAPPY ASSHOLES GONE DEAF? YOU
GOT FIVE SECONDS 'FORE I SHOOT
SOMEBODY!

Suddenly, other cons start breaking away in groups, dozens of
them heading toward the slope. The guards look around.

HADLEY
What am I, talkin' to myself?

126 ON THE SLOPE 126

Andy pulls a towel-wrapped bundle from his jacket and unfolds
it. Jake. Andy lays him in the box, followed by Brook's
letter. Red places the casket in the hole. A moment of
silence. Andy gives Red with an encouraging nod.

RED
Lord. Brooks was a sinner. Jake was
just a crow. Neither was much to
look at. Both got institutionalized.
See what you can do for 'em. Amen.

Muttered "amens" all around. The boys shovel dirt onto the
small grave and tamp it down.

127 INT -- SHAWSHANK CORRIDORS -- DAY (1955) 127

RAPID DOLLY with Hadley. He's striding, pissed-off, a man on e
mission. He straight-arms a door and emerges onto --

128 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON WALL -- DAY (1955) 128

-- the wall overlooking the exercise yard. He leans on the
railing, scans the yard, sees Andy chatting with Red.

HADLEY
Dufresne! What the fuck did you do?
(Andy looks up)
Your ass, warden's office, now!

Andy shoots a worried look at Red, then heads off.

129 INT -- GUARD DESK/WARDEN'S OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 129

Dozens of parcel boxes litter the floor. WILEY, the duty
guard, picks through them. Hadley enters, trailed by Andy.

ANDY
What is all this?

HADLEY
You tell me, fuck-stick! They're
addressed to you, every damn one!

Wiley thrusts an envelope at Andy. Andy just stares at it.

WILEY
Well, take it.

Andy takes the envelope, pulls out a letter, reads:

ANDY
"Dear Mr. Dufresne. In response to
your repeated inquiries, the State
Senate has allocated the enclosed
funds for your library project..."
(stunned, examines check)
This is two hundred dollars.

Wiley grins. Hadley glares at him. The grin vanishes.

ANDY
"In addition, the Library District
has generously responded with a
charitable donation of used books
and sundries. We trust this will
fill your needs. We now consider
the matter closed. Please stop
sending us letters. Yours truly,
the State Comptroller's Office."

Andy gazes around at the boxes. The riches of the world lay at
his feet. His eyes mist with emotion at the sight.

HADLEY
I want all this cleared out before
the warden gets back, I shit you not.

Hadley exits. Andy touches the boxes like a love-struck man
touching a beautiful woman. Wiley grins.

WILEY
Good for you, Andy.

ANDY
Only took six years.
(beat)
From now on, I send two letters a
week instead of one.

WILEY
(laughs, shakes his head)
I believe you're crazy enough. You
better get this stuff downstairs
like the Captain said. I'm gonna go
pinch a loaf. When I get back, this
is all gone, right?

Andy nods. Wiley disappears into the toilet, Jughead Comix in
hand. Alone now, Andy starts going through the boxes like a
starving man exploring packages of food. He doesn't know where
to turn first. He gets giddy, ripping boxes open and pulling
out books, touching them, smelling them.

He rips open another box. This one contains an old phonograph
player, industrial gray and green, the words "Portland Public
School District" stenciled on the side. The box also contains
stacks and stacks of used record albums.

Andy reverently slips a stack from the box and starts flipping
through them. Used Nat King Coles, Bing Crosbys, etc.
He comes across a certain album -- Mozart's "Le Nozze de
Figaro." He pulls it from the stack, gazing upon it as a man
transfixed. It is a thing of beauty. It is the Grail.

130 INT -- BATHROOM -- DAY (1955) 130

Wiley sits in one of the stalls, Jughead comic on his knees.