this is mr. hadley, captain of the guard. i am mr. norton, the warden. you are sinners and scum, that's why they sent you to me. rule number one: no blaspheming. 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?
any other questions? i believe in two things. discipline and the bible. here, you'll receive both. put your faith in the lord. your ass belongs to me. welcome to shawshank.
the roof of the license-plate factory needs resurfacing. i need a dozen volunteers for a week's work. we're gonna be taking names in this steel bucket here.
solitary. a week. make sure he takes his bible.
add another week for blasphemy.
let's try the second tier.
i'm pleased to see you reading this. any favorite passages?
luke. chapter 13, verse 35. i've always liked that one. 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."
i hear you're good with numbers. how nice. a man should have a skill.
i can't say i approve of this.  . but i suppose exceptions can always be made.
i almost forgot.
i'd hate to deprive you of this. salvation lies within.
my wife made that in church group.
you like working in the laundry?
perhaps we can find something more befitting a man of your education.
not a dime. my budget's stretched thin as it is.
far as them republican boys in augusta are concerned, there's only three ways to spend the taxpayer's hard-earned when it come to prisons. more walls. more bars. more guards.
they sure can, but you write your letters if it makes you happy. i'll even mail 'em for you, how's that?
a genuine, progressive advance in corrections and rehabilitation. our inmates, properly supervised, will be put to work outside these walls performing all manner of public service. cutting pulpwood, repairing bridges and causeways, digging storm drains.
these men can learn the value of an honest day's labor while providing a valuable service to the community -- and at a bare minimum of expense to mr. and mrs. john q. taxpayer!
ned, we're providing a valuable community service.
ned, i wouldn't worry too much over this contract. seems to me i've already got my boys committed elsewhere. you be sure and thank maisie for this fine pie.
get my stuff down t'laundry. two suits for dry-clean and a bag of whatnot. tell 'em if they over- starch my shirts again, they're gonna hear about it from me. how do i look?
big charity to-do up portland way. governor's gonna be there. want the rest of that? woman can't bake worth shit.
well. i have to say, that's the most amazing story i ever heard. what amazes me most is you were taken in by it.
it's obvious this fellow williams is impressed with you. he hears your tale of woe and quite naturally wants to cheer you up. he's young, not terribly bright. not surprising he didn't know what a state he'd put you in.
let's say for a moment blatch does exist. you think he'd just fall to his knees and cry, "yes, i did it! i confess! by all means, please add a life term to my sentence!"
that's assuming blatch is even still there. chances are excellent he'd be released by now. excellent.
what? what did you call me?
dufresne, if you want to indulge this fantasy, that's your business. don't make it mine. this meeting's over.
don't you ever mention money to me again, you sorry son of a bitch! not in this office, not anywhere! get in here! now!
solitary! a month!
tommy, we've got a situation here. i think you can appreciate that.
i tell you, son, this really came along and knocked my wind out. it's got me up nights, that's the truth.
the right decision. sometimes it's hard to figure out what that is. you understand? think hard, tommy. if i'm gonna move on this, there can't be the least little shred of doubt. i have to know if you what you told dufresne was the truth.
would you be willing to swear before a judge and jury. having placed your hand on the good book and taken an oath before almighty god himself?
that's what i thought.
terrible thing. man that young, less than a year to go, trying to escape. broke captain hadley's heart to shoot him, truly it did.
nothing stops! nothing! or you will do the hardest time there is. no more protection from the guards. i'll pull you out of that one-bunk hilton and put you in
lickety-split. i wanna get home.
get my stuff down t'laundry. and shine my shoes. i want 'em lookin' like mirrors. nice havin' you back, andy. place just wasn't the same without you.
i want every man on that cellblock questioned! start with that friend of his!
him.
what do you mean "he just wasn't here?" don't say that to me, haig! don't say that to me again!
i can see that, haig! you think i'm blind? is that what you're saying? am i blind, haig?
what about you? you blind? tell me what this is!
you see dufresne's name? i sure do! right there, see? "dufresne." he was in his cell at lights out! stands to reason he'd still be here this morning! i want him found! not tomorrow, not after breakfast! now!
well?
i see you two all the time, you're thick as thieves, you are! he must'a said something!
lord! it's a miracle! man up and vanished like a fart in the wind! nothin' left but some damn rocks on the windowsill and that cupcake on the wall! let's ask her! maybe she knows! what say there, fuzzy- britches? feel like talking? guess not. why should you be different?
it's a conspiracy! that's what this is! it's one big damn conspiracy! and everyone's in on it! including her!
i don't care what it smells like!
never mind, i said! just keep going!
lickety-split. i wanna get home.