Shawshank Redemption Page #7
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- 1994
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TROUT:
A million bucks? Jeez-Louise! You
get any of that?
HADLEY:
Thirty five thousand. That's what
he left me.
TROUT:
Dollars? Holy sh*t, that's great!
Like winnin' a lottery...
(off Hadley's shitty look)
...ain't it?
HADLEY:
Dumbshit. What do you figger the
government's gonna do to me? Take a
big wet bite out of my ass, is what.
TROUT:
Oh. Hadn't thought of that.
HADLEY:
Maybe leave me enough to buy a new
car with. Then what happens? You
pay tax on the car. Repairs and
maintenance. Goddamn kids pesterin'
you to take 'em for a ride...
MERT:
And drive it, if they're old enough.
HADLEY:
That's right, wanting to drive it,
wanting to learn on it, f'Chrissake!
Then at the end of the year, if you
figured the tax wrong, they make
you pay out of your own pocket.
Uncle Sam puts his hand in your
shirt and squeezes your tit till
it's purple. Always get the short
end. That's a fact.
(spits over the side)
Some brother. Sh*t.
The prisoners keep spreading tar, eyes on their work.
HEYWOOD:
Poor Byron. What terrible f***in'
luck. Imagine inheriting thirty
five thousand dollars.
RED:
Crying shame. Some folks got it
awful bad.
Red glances over -- and is shocked to see Andy standing up,
listening to the guards talk.
RED:
Hey, you nuts? Keep your eyes on
your pail!
Andy tosses his Padd in the bucket and strolls toward Hadley.
RED:
Andy! Come back! Sh*t!
SNOOZE:
What's he doing?
FLOYD:
Gettin' himself killed.
RED:
God damn it...
HEYWOOD:
Just keep spreadin' tar...
The guards stiffen at Andy's approach. Youngblood's hand goes
to his holster. The tower guards CLICK-CLACK their rifle
bolts. Hadley turns, stupefied to find Andy there.
ANDY:
Mr. Hadley. Do you trust your wife?
HADLEY:
That's funny. You're gonna look
funnier suckin' my dick with no
f***in' teeth.
ANDY:
What I mean is, do you think she'd
go behind your back? Try to
hamstring you?
HADLEY:
That's it! Step aside, Mert. This
f***er's havin' hisself an accident.
Hadley grabs Andy's collar and propels him violently toward
the edge of the roof. The cons furiously keep spreading tar.
HEYWOOD:
Oh God, he's gonna do it, he's
gonna throw him off the roof...
SNOOZE:
Oh sh*t, oh f***, oh Jesus...
ANDY:
Because if you do trust her, there's
no reason in the world you can't
keep every cent of that money.
Hadley abruptly jerks Andy to a stop right at the edge. In
fact, Andy's past the edge, beyond his balance, shoetips
scraping the roof. The only thing between him and an ugly drop
to the concrete is Hadley's grip on the front of his shirt.
HADLEY:
You better start making sense.
ANDY:
If you want to keep that money, all
of it, just give it to your wife.
See, the IRS allows you a one-time-
only gift to your spouse. It's good
up to sixty thousand dollars.
HADLEY:
Naw, that ain't right! Tax free?
ANDY:
Tax free. IRS can't touch one cent.
The cons are pausing work, stunned by this business discussion.
HADLEY:
You're the smart banker what shot
his wife. Why should I believe a
smart banker like you? So's I can
wind up in here with you?
ANDY:
It's perfectly legal. Go ask the
IRS, they'll say the same thing.
Actually, I feel silly telling you
all this. I'm sure you would have
investigated the matter yourself.
HADLEY:
F***in'-A. I don't need no smart
wife-killin' banker to show me where
the bear sh*t in the buckwheat.
ANDY:
Of course not. But you will need
somebody to set up the tax-free
gift, and that'll cost you. A
lawyer, for example...
HADLEY:
Ambulance-chaaing, highway-robbing
cocksuckers!
ANDY:
...or come to think of it, I
suppose I could set it up for you.
That would save you some money.
I'll write down the forms you need,
you can pick them up, and I'll
prepare them for your signature...
nearly free of charge.
(off Hadley's look)
I'd only ask three beers apiece for
my co-workers, if that seems fair.
TROUT:
(guffawing)
Co-workers! Get him! That's rich,
ain't it? Co-workers...
Hadley freezes him with a look. Andy presses on:
ANDY:
I think a nan working outdoors
feels more like a man if he can
have a bottle of suds. That's only
my opinion.
The convicts stand gaping, all pretense of work gone. They
look like they've been pole-axed. Hadley shoots them a look.
HADLEY:
What are you jimmies starin' at?
Back to work, goddamn it!
59EXT -- LICENSE PLATE FACTORY -- DAY (1949) 59
As before, an object is hauled up the side of the building by
rope -- only this time, it's a cooler of beer and ice.
RED (V.O.)
And that's how it came to pass,
that on the second-to-last day of
the job, the convict crew that
tarred the plate factory roof in
the spring of '49...
60EXT -- ROOF -- SHORTLY LATER (1949) 60
The cons are taking the sun and drinking beer.
RED (V.O.)
...wound up sitting in a row at ten
o'clock in the morning, drinking icy
cold Black Label beer courtesy of
the hardest screw that ever walked
a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
HADLEY:
Drink up, boys. While it's cold.
RED (V.O.)
The colossal prick even managed to
sound magnanimous.
Red knocks back another sip, enjoying the bitter cold on his
tongue and the warm sun on face.
RED (V.O.)
We sat and drank with the sun on
our shoulders, and felt like free
men. We could'a been tarring the
roof of one of our own houses. We
were the Lords of all Creation.
He glances over to Andy squatting apart from the others.
RED (V.O.)
As for Andy, he spent that break
hunkered in the shade, a strange
little smile on his face, watching
us drink his beer.
HEYWOOD:
(approaches with a beer)
Here's a cold one, Andy.
ANDY:
No thanks. I gave up drinking.
Heywood drifts back to others, giving them a look.
RED (V.O.)
You could argue he'd done it to
curry favor with the guards. Or
maybe make a few friends among us
cons. Me, I think he did it just to
feel normal again...if only for a
short while.
61EXT -- PRISON YARD -- THE BLEACHERS -- DAY (1949) 61
Andy and Red play checkers. Red makes his move.
RED:
King me.
ANDY:
Chess. Now there's a game of kings.
Civilized...strategic...
RED:
...and totally f***in'
inexplicable. Hate that game.
ANDY:
Maybe you'll let me teach you
someday. I've been thinking of
getting a board together.
RED:
You come to the right place. I'm
the man who can get things.
ANDY:
We might do business on a board. But
the pieces, I'd like to carve those
myself. One side done in quartz...
the opposing side in limestone.
RED:
That'd take you years.
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