肖申克的救赎英文台词.doc

英文台词Mr. Dufresne, describe.the confrontation you had with your wife the night she was murdered.It was very bitter.She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around.And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.- What was your response?- I told her I would not grant one.Ill see you in hell before I see you in Reno.Those were your words, according to your neighbors.If they say so.I really dont remember.I was upset.What happened after you arguedwith your wife?She packed a bag.She packed a bag to goand stay with Mr. Quentin.Glenn Quentin, golf proat the Snowden Hills Country Club.whom you had discoveredwas your wifes lover.Did you follow her?I went to a few bars first.Later, I drove to his houseto confront them. They werent home.I parked in the turnout.and waited.With what intention?Im not sure.I was confused.drunk.I think.mostly I wanted to scare them.When they arrived, you went upto the house and murdered them.I was sobering up.I got back in the carand I drove home to sleep it off.Along the way, I threw my guninto the Royal River.Ive been very clear on this point.I get hazy where the cleaning womanshows up the following morning.and finds your wife in bedwith her lover.riddled with.38-caliber bullets.Does that strike you as afantastic coincidence, or is it just me?Yes, it does.Yet you still maintainyou threw your gun into the river.before the murders took place.Thats very convenient.Its the truth.The police dragged that river forthree days, and nary a gun was found.so no comparison could be madebetween your gun and the bullets.taken from the bloodstained corpsesof the victims.And that also.is very convenient.Isnt it, Mr. Dufresne?Since I am innocent of this crime.I find it decidedly inconvenientthat the gun was never found.Ladies and gentlemen, youve heardall the evidence.We have the accused at the sceneof the crime. We have footprints.Bullets on the groundbearing his fingerprints.A broken bourbon bottle,likewise with fingerprints.And most of all.we have a beautiful young womanand her lover.lying dead in each others arms.They had sinned.But was their crime so great.as to merit a death sentence?While you think about that.think about this:A revolver holds six bullets, not eight.I submit that this was nota hot-blooded crime of passion.That at least could be understood,if not condoned.No.This was revenge.of a much more brutal,cold-blooded nature. Consider this:Four bullets per victim.Not six shots fired, but eight.That means that he firedthe gun empty.and then stopped to reload.so that he could shooteach of them again.An extra bullet per lover.right in the head.You strike me as a particularly icyand remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne.It chills my blood just to look at you.By the power vested in meby the state of Maine.I hereby order you to servetwo life sentences back-to-back.one for each of your victims.So be it!Sit.We see youve served20 years of a life sentence?- Yes, sir.- You feel youve been rehabilitated?Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.I mean, I learned my lesson.I can honestly saythat Im a changed man.Im no longer a danger to society.Thats Gods honest truth.Hey, Red.Howd it go?Same old shit, different day.Yeah, I know how you feel.Im up for rejection next week.Yeah, I got rejected last week.It happens.Hey, Red, bump me a deck.Get out of my face, man!Youre into me for five packs already.Four!There must be a con like me in every prison in America.Im the guy who can get it for you.Cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if thats your thing.bottle of brandy to celebrate your kids high school graduation.Damn near anything within reason.Yes, sir!Im a regular Sears and Roebuck.So when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1949.and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him.I told him, No problem.Andy came to Shawshank Prison.in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fella she was banging.On the outside, hed been vice president of a large Portland bank.Good work for a man so young.You speak English, butt-steak?You follow this officer.I never seen such a sorry-looking heap of maggot shit in all my life.Hey, fish! Come over here!Taking bets today, Red?Smokes or coin? Bettors choice.Smokes. Put me down for two.All right, whos your horse?That little sack of shit.- Eighth. Hell be first.- Bullshit! Ill take that action.Youre out some smokes, son.If youre so smart, you call it.Ill take that chubby fat-ass there.The fifth one.Put me down for a quarter deck.Fresh fish today!Were reeling them in!I admit I didnt 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?That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.That guy? Never happen.- 10 cigarettes.- Thats a rich bet.Whos going to prove me wrong?Heywood? Jigger?Skeets?Floyd!Four brave souls.for evening count.All prisoners,return to your cellblocks.Turn to the right!Eyes front.This is Mr. Hadley.Hes captain of the guards.Im Mr. Norton, the warden.You are convicted felons.Thats why theyve sent you to me.Rule number one:No blasphemy.Ill not have the Lords name taken in vain in my prison.The other rules.youll 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 piss when we say you piss.You got that,you maggot-dick motherfucker?On your feet.I believe in two things:Discipline and the Bible.Here, youll receive both.Put your trust in the Lord.Your ass belongs to me.Welcome to Shawshank.Unhook them.Turn around.Thats enough.Move to the end of the cage.Turn around. Delouse him.Turn around.Move out of the cage.Pick up your clothes and Bible.Next man up!To the right.Right. Right.Left.The first nights the toughest. No doubt about it.They march you in naked as the day you were born.skin burning and half-blind from that delousing shit.And when they put you in that cell.and those bars slam home.thats when you know its for real.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.whos it going to be?Its 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.Hey, fish.Fish, fish.What are you, scared of the dark?Bet you wish your daddy never dicked your mama!Piggy! Pork! I want me a pork chop.The boys always go fishing with first-timers.And they dont quit till they reel someone in.Hey, Fat Ass.Fat Ass!Talk to me, boy.I know youre there. I can hear you breathing.Dont you listen to these nitwits, you hear me?This place aint so bad.Tell you what.Ill introduce you around, make you feel right at home.I know a couple of big old bull queers thatd just.love to make your acquaintance.Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.God!I dont belong here!- We have a winner!- I want to go home!And its Fat Ass by a nose!Fresh fish!I want to go home!I want my mother!I had your mother!She wasnt that great!What the Christ is this horseshit?He blasphemed. Ill tell the warden.Youll tell himwith my baton up your ass!Let me out!What is your malfunction,you fat barrel of monkey spunk?Please! I aint supposed to be here.Not me!I wont count to three.Not even to one.You shut up,or Ill sing you a lullaby!Shut up, man. Shut up!You dont understand. Im not supposed to be here.Open that cell.Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!Son of a bitch!Captain, take it easy!If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here tonight.I swear by God and Jesus, you will all visit the infirmary.Every last motherfucker in here.Call the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.His first night in the joint, Dufresnecost me two packs of cigarettes.He never made a sound.Tier 3 north, clear count!Tier 2 north, clear count.Tier 3 south, clear.Prepare to roll out.Roll out!Are you going to eat that?I hadnt planned on it.Do you mind?Thats nice and ripe.Jake says thank you.Fell out of his nestover by the plate shop.Im going to look after himuntil hes big enough to fly.Oh, no! Here he comes.Morning, fellas.Fine morning, isnt it?You know why its a fine morning,dont you?Send them down.I want them lined up.just like a pretty littlechorus line.Look at that.- I cant stand this guy.- Oh, Lord!Yes! Richmond, Virginia.Smell my ass!After he smells mine.Thats a shame about your horsecoming in last and all.But I sure do lovethat winning horse of mine, though.I owe that boy a big kisswhen I see him.Why dont you give him some of yourcigarettes instead? Lucky fuck!Hey, Tyrell.You pull infirmary duty this week?Hows my horse doing anyway?Dead.Hadley busted his head up pretty good.Doc had gone home for the night.Poor bastard lay theretill this morning.By then, there wasnt nothingwe could do.What was his name?Whatd you say?I was just wonderingif anyone knew his name.What the fuck do you care, new fish?Doesnt fucking matterwhat his name was. Hes dead.Anybody come at you yet?Anybody get to you yet?I could be a friend to you.Hard to get.I like that.Andy kept pretty muchto himself at first.I guess he had a lot on his mind.trying to adaptto life on the inside.Wasnt until a month went bybefore he opened his mouth.to say more than two wordsto somebody.As it turned out.that somebody was me.Im Andy Dufresne.Wife-killing banker.Whyd you do it?I didnt, since you ask.Youre going to fit right in.Everybody in heres innocent.Didnt you know that?- What you in here for?- Didnt do it. Lawyer fucked me.Rumor has it youre a real cold fish.You think your shit smellssweeter than most. Is that right?What do you think?To tell you the truth,I havent made up my mind.I understand youre a manthat knows how to get things.Im known to locate certain thingsfrom time to time.I wonder if you might get mea rock hammer.A rock hammer.- What is it and why?- What do you care?For a toothbrush, I wouldnt ask.Id quote a price.But a toothbrushis a non-lethal object, isnt it?Fair enough.A rock hammer is aboutsix or seven inches long.- Looks like a miniature pickax.- Pickax?For rocks.Quartz?And some mica, shale.limestone.So?So Im a rock hound.At least I was in my old life.Id like to be again.Or maybe youd like to sink your toyinto somebodys skull.No, I have no enemies here.No? Wait a while.Word gets around.The Sisters have takenquite a liking to you.Especially Bogs.Dont suppose it would help if Itold them Im not homosexual.Neither are they.You have to be human first.They dont qualify.Bull queers take by force.Thats all they want or understand.If I were you, Id grow eyesin the back of my head.- Thanks for the advice.- Well, thats free.You understand my concern.If theres trouble,I wont use the rock hammer.Then Id guess you want to escape.Tunnel under the wall, maybe.What did I miss?Whats so funny?Youll understandwhen you see the rock hammer.Whats an item like this usually go for?Seven dollars in any rock-and-gem shop.My normal markups 20 percent.But this is a specialty item.Risk goes up, price goes up.Lets make it an even 10 bucks.Ten it is.Waste of money, if you ask me.Whys that?Folks around this jointlove surprise inspections.They find it, youre going to lose it.If they catch you, you dont know me.Mention my name, we neverdo business again.Not for shoelaces or a stick of gum.Now you got that?I understand.Thank you, Mr.Red.Names Red.Why do they call you that?Maybe its because Im Irish.I could see why some of the boystook him for snobby.He had a quiet way about him.a walk and a talk that justwasnt normal around here.He strolled.like a man in the park without a careor a worry in the world.Like he had on an invisible coatthat would shield him from this place.I think itd be fair to say.I liked Andy from the start.Lets go! Some of usgot a schedule to keep.Move it! Come on, move it!How you doing?Hows the wife treating you?Andy was right.I finally got the joke.It would take a man about 600 years.to tunnel under the wallwith one of these.- Book?- Not today.Book?Delivery for Dufresne.Heres your book.Thanks.Were running low on hexite.Get on back and fetch us up some.This will blind you.Honey, hush.Thats it. You fight!Better that way.I wish I could tell youAndy fought the good fight.and the Sisters let him be.I wish I could tell you that.but prison is no fairy-tale world.He never said who did it.But we all knew.Things went on like that for a while.Prison life consists of routine.and then more routine.Every so often, Andy would show upwith fresh bruises.The Sisters kept at him.Sometimes he was ableto fight them off.Sometimes not.And thats how it went for Andy.That was his routine.I do believe those first two yearswere the worst for him.And I also believe thatif things had gone on that way.this place would havegot the best of him.But then, in the spring of 1949.the powers that be decided:The roof of the license-plate factoryneeds resurfacing.I need a dozen volunteersfor a weeks work.As you know.special detail carries with itspecial privileges.It was outdoor detail.and May is one damned fine monthto be working outdoors.Stay in line there.More than a hundred menvolunteered for the job.Wallace E. Unger.Ellis Redding.Wouldnt you know it?Me and some fellows I knowwere among the names called.Andrew Dufresne.It only cost usa pack of smokes per man.I made my usual 20 percent, of course.So this big-shot lawyercalls me long-distance from Texas.I say, Yeah?He says, Sorry to inform you,but your brother just died.- Im sorry to hear that.- Im not. He was an asshole.Ran off years ago.Figured him for dead.So this lawyer fellow says to me:He died a rich man. Oil wellsand shit. Close to a million bucks.A million bucks?- Incredible how lucky some assholes get.- You going to see any of that?Thirty-five thousand.Thats what he left me.Dollars?Thats great! Thats likewinning the sweepstakes.Isnt it?the government will do to me?Take a big wet biteout of my ass is what.Poor Byron.Terrible fucking luck, huh?Crying shame.Andy, are you nuts?IKeep your eyes on your mop, man!Youll pay some tax,but youll still end up.Yeah, maybe enough to buya new car, and then what?I got to pay tax on the car. Repair.maintenance, kids pestering youto take them for a ride all the time.Then if you figure your tax wrong,you pay out of your own pocket.I tell you! Uncle Sam!He puts his hand in your shirtand squeezes your tit till its purple.- Getting himself killed.- IKeep tarring.Some brother.Shit!Mr. Hadley.do you trust your wife?Oh, thats funny.Youll look funniersucking my dick with no teeth.What I mean is, do you thinkshed go behind your back?Step aside, Mert. This fuckershaving himself an accident.Hell push him off!If you trust her, you can keep.that 35,000.- What did you say?- Thirty-five thousand.All of it.- Every penny.- You better start making sense.If you want to keep it,give it to your wife.The IRS allows a one-time-only giftto your spouse for up to $ 60,000.- Bullshit. Tax-free?- Tax-free.IRS cant touch one cent.Youre that smart bankerthat killed his wife.Why should I believe you?So I can end up in here with you?Its legal. Ask the IRS.Theyll say the same thing.I feel stupid telling you this.Im sure you would have investigated.I dont need you to tell mewhere the bear shit in the buckwheat.Of course not. But you do needsomeone to set it up for you.Thatll cost you. A lawyer.A bunch of ball-washing bastards!I suppose I could set it up for you.That would save you some money.You get the forms, Ill prepare them.nearly free of charge.Id only ask three beers apiecefor each of my coworkers.Coworkers. Thats rich!A man working outdoorsfeels more like a man.if he can have a bottle of suds.Thats only my opinion.sir.What are you jimmies staring at?Lets go! Work!And thats how it came to pass.that on the second-to-lastday of the job.the convict crew that tarredthe factory roof in the spring of 49.wound up sitting in a rowat 10:00 in the morning.drinking icy-cold beer,courtesy