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gets chewed to pieces by the gunfire. He smacks the ground in
a twitching, thrashing heap. Eyes wide and staring. Dead.
Surprise still stamped on his face. Silence now. Norton
turns, strolls into darkness.

202 INT -- SOLITARY WING -- DAY (1966) 202

GUARDS approach Andy's cell. The door is unlocked. Andy
emerges slowly, blinking painfully at the light.

203 INT/EXT -- PRISON -- DAY (1966) 203

Andy is marched along. Convicts stop to stare.

204 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 204

Andy is led in. The door is closed. Alone with Norton. Softly,

NORTON
Terrible thing. Man that young,
less than a year to go, trying to
escape. Broke Captain Hadley's
heart to shoot him, truly it did.

ANDY
I'm done. It stops right now. Get
H&R Block to declare your income.

Norton lunges to his feet, eyes sparkling with rage.

NORTON
Nothing stops! NOTHING!
(tight)
Or you will do the hardest time
there is. No more protection from
the guards. I'll pull you out of
that one-bunk Hilton and put you in
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NORTON (cont.)
with the biggest bull queer I can
find. You'll think you got fucked
by a train! And the library? Gone!
Sealed off brick by brick! We'll
have us a little book-barbecue in
the yard! They'll see the flames
for miles! We'll dance around it
like wild Indians! Do you understand
me? Are you catching my drift?

SLOW PUSH IN on Andy's face. Eyes hollow. His beaten
expression says it all...

205 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1966) 205

Red finds Andy sitting in the shadow of the high stone wall,
poking listlessly through the dust for small pebbles. Red
waits for some acknowledgment. Andy doesn't even look up.
Red hunkers down and joins him. Nothing is said for the
longest time. And then, softly:

ANDY
My wife used to say I'm a hard man
to know. Like a closed book.
Complained about it all the time.
(pause)
She was beautiful. I loved her. But
I guess I couldn't show it enough.
(softly)
I killed her, Red.

Andy finally glances to Red, seeking a reaction. Silence.

ANDY
I didn't pull the trigger. But I
drove her away. That's why she
died. Because of me, the way I am.

RED
That don't make you a murderer. Bad
husband, maybe.

Andy smiles faintly in spite of himself. Red gives his

shoulder a squeeze.

RED
Feel bad about it if you want. But
you didn't pull the trigger.

ANDY
No. I didn't. Someone else did, and
I wound up here. Bad luck, I guess.

RED
Bad luck? Jesus.

ANDY
It floats around. Has to land on
somebody. Say a storm comes
through. Some folks sit in their
living rooms and enjoy the rain.
The house next door gets torn out
of the ground and smashed flat. It
was my turn, that's all. I was in
the path of the tornado.
(softly)
I just had no idea the storm would
go on as long as it has.
(glances to him)
Think you'll ever get out of here?

RED
Sure. When I got a long white beard
and about three marbles left
rolling around upstairs.

ANDY
Tell you where I'd go. Zihuatanejo.

RED
Zihuatanejo?

ANDY
Mexico. Little place right on the
Pacific. You know what the Mexicans
say about the Pacific? They say it
has no memory. That's where I'd
like to finish out my life, Red. A
warm place with no memory. Open a
little hotel right on the beach.
Buy some worthless old boat and fix
it up like new. Take my guests out
charter fishing.
(beat)
You know, a place like that, I'd
need a man who can get things.

Red stares at Andy, laughs.

RED
Jesus, Andy. I couldn't hack it on
the outside. Been in here too long.
I'm an institutional man now. Like
old Brooks Hatlen was.

ANDY
You underestimate yourself.

-

RED
Bullshit. In here I'm the guy who
can get it for you. Out there, all
you need are Yellow Pages. I
wouldn't know where to begin.
(derisive snort)
Pacific Ocean? Hell. Like to scare
me to death, somethin' that big.

ANDY
Not me. I didn't shoot my wife and
I didn't shoot her lover, and
whatever mistakes I made I've paid
for and then some. That hotel and
that boat...I don't think it's too
much to want. To look at the stars
just after sunset. Touch the sand.
Wade in the water. Feel free.

RED
Goddamn it, Andy, stop! Don't do
that to yourself! Talking shitty
pipedreams! Mexico's down there,
and you're in here, and that's the
way it is!

ANDY
You're right. 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.

Red snaps a look. What the hell does that mean? Andy rises and
walks away. Red lunges to his feet.

RED
Andy?

ANDY
(turns back)
Red, if you ever get out of here,
do me a favor. There's this big
hayfield up near Buxton. You know
where Buxton is?

RED
(nods)
Lots of hayfields there.

ANDY
One in particular. Got a long rock
wall with a big oak at the north
end. Like something out of a Robert
Frost poem. It's where I asked my
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ANDY (cont.)
wife to marry me. We'd gone for a
picnic. We made love under that
tree. I asked and she said yes.
(beat)
Promise me, Red. If you ever get
out, find that spot. In the base of
that wall you'll find a rock that
has no earthly business in a Maine
hayfield. A piece of black volcanic
glass. You'll find something buried
under it I want you to have.

RED
What? What's buried there?

ANDY
You'll just have to pry up that
rock and see.

Andy turns and walks away.

206 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1966)

RED
I tell you, the man was talkin'
crazy. I'm worried, I truly am.

SKEET
We ought to keep an eye on him.

ZIGGER
That's fine, during the day. But
at night he's got that cell all to
himself.

HEYWOOD
Oh Lord. Andy come down to the
loading dock today. Asked me for a
length of rope. Six foot long.

SNOOZE
Shit! You gave it to him?

HEYWOOD
Sure I did. I mean why wouldn't I?

FLOYD
Christ! Remember Brooks Hatlen?

HEYWOOD
How the hell was I s'pose to know?

ZIGGER
Andy'd never do that. Never.

They all look to Red.

RED
Every man's got a breaking point.

207 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- ANGLE ON P.A. -- DUSK (1966) 207

VOICE (over P.A.)
Report to your cellblocks for
evening count.

BOOM DOWN to Red and the boys. Convicts drift past them.

FLOYD
Where the hell is he?

HEYWOOD
Probably still up in the warden's.

TOWER GUARD
(via bullhorn)
YOU MEN! YOU HEAR THAT ANNOUNCEMENT
OR ZUST TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND?

SKEET
Christ. What do we do?

FLOYD
Nothing we can do. Not tonight.

HEYWOOD
Let's pull him aside tomorrow, all
of us. Have a word with him. Ain't
that right, Red?

RED
(unconvinced)
Yeah. Sure. That's right.

20B INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1966) 208

Andy's working away. Norton pokes his head in.

NORTON
Lickety-split. I wanna get home.

ANDY
Just about done, sir.

We follow Norton to his wife's sampler. He swings it aside,
works the combination dial, opens the wall safe. Andy moves up,
shoves in the black ledger and files. Norton shuts the safe.

ANDY
Three deposits tonight.

Andy hands him the envelopes. Norton heads for the door.

NORTON
Get my stuff down t'laundry. And
shine my shoes. I want 'em lookin'
like mirrors.
(pauses at door)
Nice havin' you back, Andy. Place
just wasn't the same without you.

Norton exits. Andy turns to the laundry. He opens the shoebox.
Nice pair of dress shoes inside. He sighs, glances down at the
old ragged pair of work shoes on his own feet.

209 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1966) 209

Andy is diligently shining Norton's shoes.

210 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1966) 210

Andy trudges down the hallway, laundry slung over his shoulder,