241 EXT -- LOADING DOCK ACCESS -- NIGHT (1966) 241

ANGLE LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN. Below us, Tommy Williams lies
facedown at Norton's feet. Blood is spreading, fanning out oa
the pavement. Norton turns, strolls out of frame.

RED (V.O.)
I guess after Tommy was killed,
Andy decided he'd been here just
about long enough.

Again we see: Andy working. Norton pokes his head in.

NORTON
Lickety-split. I wanna get home.

ANDY
Just about done, sir.

Norton crosses to the wall safe and works the dial, his back
turned. This time, though, we stay on Andy:

He pulls up his sweater, yanks out a large black book and a
stack of files, lays them on the desk. He then grabs the real
ledger and files, jams them down his pants and smoothes his
sweater down. He picks up the bogus stack, crosses to Norton,
and shoves everything in.

243 INT -- HALLWAY -- NIGHT (1966) 243

Norton exits his office and strolls off whistling. PUSH IN on
the open door. We see Andy at the guard's desk, pulling
Norton's dress shoes from their box.

RED (V.O.)
Andy did like he was told. Buffed
those shoes to a high mirror shine.

244 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- MINUTES LATER (1966) 244

Andy sorts through Norton's three suits. He pauses, checking
the gray pinstripe. Nice.

245 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1966) 245

The guard BUZZES Andy through. Andy walks toward us.

RED (V.O.)
The guard simply didn't notice.
Neither did I. I mean, seriously,
how often do you really look at a
man's shoes?

TILT DOWN as he passes by. Yep, he's wearing Norton's shoes.

246 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 246

The lights go out. Andy places the last chess piece. Gazes up
at Racquel. Smiles. Pulls the rope from under his pillow.
He stands and unbuttons his prison shirt, revealing Norton's
gray pinstripe suit underneath. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING floods the
cell, throwing wild shadows.

247 INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 247

The storm rages. Andy, naked, carefully slips Norton's folded
suit into a large industrial Zip-Lock bag. Next to go in are the
shoes, chess pieces (already in a smaller bag), black ledger en
files. Last but not least, a bar of soap wrapped in a towel.

248 INT -- TUNNEL -- NIGHT (1966) 248

Andy, again wearing prison clothes, inches down the tunnel.

249 INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1966) 249

Andy squeezes through the hole head-first, emerges to the waist,
He reaches for the opposite wall, manages to snag a steel
conduit with his fingers.

Suddenly, a huge rat darts for his hand. Andy yanks away and
almost plummets head-first down the shaft. He dangles wildly
upside-down for a moment, arms windmilling, then gets his
hands pressed firmly against the opposite wall. The rat
scurries off, pissed.

Andy snags the conduit again. He contorts out of the hole and
dangles into the shaft. We now see the purpose for the rope: the
plastic bag hangs from his ankle with about two feet of slack,

He kicks his legs across the shaft, gets his feet braced. Wit3
his back against one wall and feet against the other, he
starts down the shaft. Sliding dangerously. Using pipes for
handholds. Flinching as rats dart this way and that, scurrying
in the shadows. He drops the last few feet to the bottom.

He approaches the ceramic sewer pipe and kneels before it.
Pulls out the rock-hammer and says a quick silent prayer.
Raises the rock-hammer high and swings it down with all his
might. Once, twice -- third time lucky. An enormous eruption
of sewage cascades into the air as if rocket-propelled, the
Mount St. Helens of shit. Andy is instantly coated black. He
turns away and heaves his guts out. The shit keeps coming.

250 INT -- SEWER PIPE -- NIGHT (1966) 250

Andy peers down through the hole, playing his penlight aroun5,
The inside diameter is no more than two feet. Tight squeeze.
Coated with crud. It seems to go on for miles.

No turning back. He wriggles into the pipe and starts
crawling, plastic bag dragging behind.

RED (V.O.)
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.