231 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 231

Once again, we see Andy using the rock-hammer to scratch his

name into the cement. Suddenly, a palm-sized chunk of cement
pops free and hits the floor. He stares down at it.

232 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 232

Andy lies in the dark, studying the chunk of concrete in his
hands. Considering the possibilities. Wrestling with hope.

RED (V.O.)
Andy loved geology. I imagine it
appealed to his meticulous nature.
An ice age here, a million years of
mountain-building there, plates of
bedrock grinding against each other
over a span of millennia...

233 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 233

Andy stands peering at the small hole left by the fallen
chunk. Carefully runs his fingertip over it.

RED (V.O.)
Geology is the study of pressure
and time. That's all it takes,
really. Pressure and time.

234 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1951) 234

Rita is now on the wall, hanging down over Andy's back.

RED (V.O.)
That and a big damn poster.

TRACK IN to reveal Andy scraping patiently at the concrete.

RED (V.O.)
Like I said. In prison, a man'll do
most anything to keep his mind
occupied.

He hears FOOTSTEPS approaching. He smoothes the poster down and
dives into bed. A GUARD strolls by a moment later, shining his
flashlight into the cell.

235 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1953) 235

Andy strolls along, whistling softly, hands in both pockets.
TILT DOWN to his pantleg. Concrete grit trickles out.

RED (V.O.)
It turns out Andy's favorite hobby
was totin' his wall out into the
exercise yard a handful at a time...

236 INT -- 2ND TIER -- NIGHT (1962) 236

A GUARD strolls the tier, shining his flashlight into the
cells. He pauses at Andy's bars, playing the beam over the
sleeping form huddled under the blankets.

p37 REVERSE ANGLE (FROM INS1DE ANDY'S CELL) 237

We see what the guard doesn't: instead of Andy's head under
the blanket, it's a wadded-up pillow. The flashlight plays
across the cell, pinning Marilyn Monroe in a circle of light.

238 ANGLE FROM BEHIND POSTER 238

The light illuminates her face through the paper. WIDEN to
reveal Andy lying in his tunnel, holding his breath. The
light clicks off. The FOOTSTEPS move on. He gets back to work.

RED (V.O.)
While the rest of us slept, Andy
spent years workin' the nightshift...

239 INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1965) 239

BOOMING SLOWLY UP the shaft. Rats scurry the pipes. Suddenly, r
piece of concrete the size of a quarter jumps free and plummets
down the shaft as the rock-hammer pushes through. The pick
withdraws, replaced by Andy's peering eye.

240 A SERIES OF DISSOLVES (1965 through 1966) 240

takes us through the widening of the hole. First as big as a
tea cup. Then a saucer. Then a dinner plate.

RED (V.O.)
Probably took him most of a year
just to get his head through.

Andy finally gets his head through, scraping his ears. He's
got a penlight clenched in his teeth. He peers down into the
shaft. At the very bottom, maybe 20 feet down, a big ceramic
pipe runs the length of the cellblock. Beneath its coat of
grime and dust, the word "SEWER" is stenciled.