Shawshank Redemption Page #9

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It's Hadley and Mert methodically and brutally pulping Bogs

with their batons, and kicking the sh*t out of him for good

measure. He feebly tries to ward them off.

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Puzzled, Red steps from his cell, following the sound. It

dawns on him that it's coming from above. He moves to the

railing and leans out, craning around to look up --

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-- just as Bogs flips over the railing and comes sailing

directly toward us, eyes bugging out, SCREAMING as he falls.

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jumps back as Bogs plummets past, missing him by inches, arms

swimming and trying to grab the railing (but missing that

too), SCREAMING aaaaalll the way down --

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-- and impacting on Ernie's gassing mop cart in an enormous

eruption of solvents and cleansers. The cart is squashed flat,

shooting out from under Bogs and skidding across the cellblock

floor like a tiddly wink, kicking up sparks for thirty yards.

Ernie is left gaping in shock at Bogs and all the Bogs-related

wreckage at his feet.

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Red is stunned. He very tentatively leans out and looks up.

Above him, Hadley and Mert lean on the 3rd tier railing.

Hadley tilts the cap back on his head, shakes his head.

MERT:

Damn, Byron. Look'a that.

HADLEY:

Poor fella must'a tripped.

A tiny drop of blood drips off the toe of Hadley's shoe and

splashes across Red's upturned cheek. He wipes it off, then

looks down at Bogs. Cons and guards are racing to the scene.

RED (V.O.)

Two things never happened again

after that. The Sisters never laid

a finger on Andy again...

7BEXT -- PRISON YARD/LOADING DOCK -- DAY (1949) 78

Bogs, wheelchair-bound and wearing a neck brace, is loaded

onto an ambulance for transport. Behind the fence stand Red

and his friends, watching.

RED (V.O.)

...and Bogs never walked again. They

transferred him to a minimum security

hospital upstate. To my knowledge,

he lived out the rest of his days

drinking his food through a straw.

RED:

I'm thinkin' Andy could use a nice

welcome back when he gets out of

the infirmary.

HEYWOOD:

Sounds good to us. Figure we owe

him for the beer.

RED:

Man likes to play chess. Let's get

him some rocks.

79EXT -- FIELD -- DAY (1949) 79

A HUNDRED CONS at work. Hoes rise and fall in long waves.

GUARDS patrol on horseback. Heywood turns up a rocky chunk,

quickly shoves it down his pants. He maneuvers to Red and the

others, pulls out the chunk and shows it to them.

FLOYD:

That ain't quartz. Nor limestone.

HEYWOOD:

What are you, f***in' geologist?

SNOOZE:

He's right, it ain't.

HEYWOOD:

What the hell is it then?

RED:

Horse apple.

HEYWOOD:

Bullshit.

RED:

No, horse sh*t. Petrified.

Cackling, the men go back to work. Heywood stares at the rock.

He crumbles it in his hands.

RED (V.O.)

Despite a few hitches, the boys

came through in fine style...

80INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- BACK ROOM -- DAY (1949) 80

A huge detergent box is filled with rocks, hidden in the

shadows behind a boiler furnace.

RED (V.O.)

...and by the week Andy was due

back, we had enough rocks saved up

to keep him busy till Rapture.

ANGLE SHIFTS to Red as he plops a bag of "laundry" on the

floor. Leonard and Bob toss a few more down. Red starts

pulling out contraband, giving them their commissions.

RED (V.O.)

Also got a big shipment in that

week. Cigarettes, chewing gum,

shoelaces, playing cards with naked

ladies on 'em, you name it...

(pulls a cardboard tube)

...and, of course, the most

important item.

81INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1949) 81

Andy, limping a bit, returns from the infirmary. Red watches

from his cell as Andy is brought up and locked away.

82INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949) 82

Andy finds the cardboard tube lying on his bunk.

GUARD (O.S.)

Lights out!

The lights go off. Andy opens the tube and pulls out a large

rolled poster. He lets it uncurl to the floor. A small scrap

of paper flutters out, landing at his feet. The poster is the

famous Rita Hayworth pin-up -- one hand behind her head, eyes

half closed, sulky lips parted. Andy picks up the scrap of

paper. It reads:
"No charge. Welcome back." Alone in the dark,

Andy smiles.

83INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1949) 83

The BUZZER SOUNDS, the cells SLAM OPEN. Cons step from their

cells. Andy catches Red's eye, nods his thanks. As the men

shuffle down to breakfast, Red glances into Andy's cell --

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-- and sees Rita in her new place of honor on Andy's wall.

Sunlight casts a harsh barred shadow across her lovely face.

85INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1949) 85

Ernie is mopping the floor. He glances back and sees Warden

Norton approach the cellblock with an entourage of a DOZEN

GUARDS. Still mopping, Ernie mutters to the nearest cell:

ERNIE:

Heads up. They're tossin' cells.

Word travels fast from cell to cell. Cons scramble to tidy up

and hide things. Norton enters, nods to his men. The guards

pair off in all directions, making their choices at random.

GUARD:

What kind'a contraband you hiding

in there, boy?

Cells are opened, occupants displaced, items scattered,

mattresses overturned. Whatever contraband is found gets

tossed out onto the cellblock floor. Mostly harmless stuff.

A GUARD pulls a sharpened screwdriver out of a mattress,

shoots a nasty look at the CON responsible.

NORTON:

Solitary. A week. Make sure he

takes his Bible.

CON:

Too goddamn dark to read down there.

NORTON:

Add another week for blasphemy.

The man is taken away. Norton's gaze goes up.

NORTON:

Let's try the second tier.

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Norton arrives, makes a thin show of picking a cell at random.

He motions at Andy on his bunk, reading his Bible. The door is

unlocked. Norton enters, trailed by his men. Andy rises.

ANDY:

Good evening.

Norton gives a curt nod. Hadley and Trout start tossing the

cell in a thorough search. Norton keeps his eyes on Andy,

looking for a wrong glance or nervous blink. He takes the

Bible out of Andy's hand.

NORTON:

I'm pleased to see you reading

this. Any favorite passages?

ANDY:

Watch ye therefore, for ye know not

when the master of the house cometh.

NORTON:

(smiles)

Luke. Chapter 13, verse 35. I've

always liked that one.

(strolls the cell)

But I prefer:
"I am the light of

the world. He that followeth me

shall not walk in darkness, but

shall have the light of life."

ANDY:

John. Chapter 8, verse 12.

NORTON:

I hear you're good with numbers.

How nice. A man should have a skill.

HADLEY:

You wanna explain this?

Andy glances over. Hadley is holding up a rock blanket, a

polishing cloth roughly the size of an oven mitt.

ANDY:

It's called a rock blanket. It's

for shaping and polishing rocks.

Little hobby of mine.

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