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Andy came to Shawshank Prison in early 1947, for murdering his wife and the fella she was banging.

On the outside he had been vice-president of a large Portland bank.

Good work for a man as young as he was.

Hey, Red.

Do you speak English, butt steak? You follow this officer.

I haven’t seen such a sorry-looking heap of m-m-maggot shit in all my life.

Hey, fish! Come over here.

Come on, fish.

Taking bets today, Red?

Smokes or coins? Better’s choice.

Smokes. Put me down for two.

All right. Who’s your horse?

That little sack of shit eighth from the front.

He’ll be first.

Bullshit. I’ll take that action. Me too.

You’re out some smokes, son. Let me tell you.

Heywood, you’re so smart, you call it.

I’ll take.t-t-the chubby fat-ass there.

The fifth one from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.

Fresh fish!

Fresh fish today! We’re reeling them in!

I must admit, I didn’t think much of Andy, first time I laid eyes on him.

Looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over.

That was my first impression of the man.

What do you say, Red?

That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.

That guy? Never happen.

Ten cigarettes.

That’s a rich bet.

All right. Who’s gonna prove me wrong?

Heywood? Jigger?

Skeet?

Floyd?

Four brave souls.

Return to your cell blocks for evening count.

All prisoners return to your cell blocks.

Turn to the right. Eyes front.

This is Mr. Hadley. He’s Captain of the Guards.

I’m Mr. Norton, the Warden.

You are convicted felons.

That’s why they’ve 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 out as you go along.

Any questions?

When do we eat?

You eat when we say you eat!

You shit when we say you shit, and you piss when we say you piss.

On your feet.

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.

Unhook ‘em.

Turn around.

That’s enough.

Move to the end of the cage.

Turn around.

Delouse him.

Turn around.

Move out of the cage, go left. Pick up your clothes and Bible.

Next man up.

Old 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.

Lights out!

I remember my first night.

Seems like a long time ago.

Yoo-hoo!

Hey, fish.

Fish, fish, fish, fish, fishy.

Boy, are you scared of the dark? You like it here, new fish?

You’ll wish your daddy never dicked your mommy.

Fishy! Oh, I want me a pork chop. Oh, yes!

There’s gonna be a quiz later!

The boys always go fishing with first timers.

And they don’t quick till they real someone in.

Hey, Fat Ass.

Fat Ass.

Talk to me, boy.

I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing.

Don’t you listen to these nitwits. You hear me?

This place ain’t so bad.

I tell you what.

I’ll introduce you around. Make you feel right at home.

I know a couple of big old bull queers that would just love to make your acquaintance.

Especially that big, white, mmushy butt of yours.

God!

I don’t belong here!

We have a winner!

I wanna go home!

And it’s Fat Ass by a nose!

Hey, it’s the fat guy! It’s the fat guy!

Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

I don’t belong here!

Fresh fish!

I wanna go home. I want my mommy.

I had your mother. She wasn’t that great.

Fresh fish!

What the Christ is this happy horse shit?

He took the Lord’s name in vain. I’m telling the Warden.

With my baton up your ass!

Let me out of here!

What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?

Please.

I ain’t supposed to be here.

Not me!

I ain’t gonna count to three, or even one.

Shut the ** up, or I’ll sing you a lullaby!

Shut up, man. Shut up.

There’s been a mistake!

You don’t understand. I’m not supposed to be here!

Open that cell.

Me neither. You people run this place like a **ing prison!

Son of a bitch.

Take it easy.