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Mr. Dufresne, describethe 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 gant 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 argued with your wife?She packed a bag.She packed a bag to go and stay with Mr. Quentin.Glenn Quentin, golf pro at the Snowden Hills Country Clubwhom you had discovered was your wifes lover.Did you follow her?I went to a few bars first.Later, I drove to his house to confront them. They werent home.I parked in the turnoutand waited.With what intention?Im not sure.I was confuseddrunk.I thinkmostly I wanted to scare them.When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them.No, I was sobering up.I got back in the car and I drove home to sleep it off.Along the way, I threw my gun into the Royal River.Ive been very clear on this point.I get hazy where the cleaning woman shows up the following morningand finds your wife in bed with her loverriddled with.38-caliber bullets.Does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, or is it just me?Yes, it does.Yet you still maintain you threw your gun into the riverbefore the murders took place.Thats very convenient.Its the truth.The police dragged that river for three days, and nary a gun was foundso no comparison could be madebetween your gun and the bulletstaken from the bloodstained corpses of the victims.And that alsois very convenient. Isnt it, Mr. Dufresne?Since I am innocent of this crimeI find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.Ladies and gentlemen, youve heard all the evidence.We have the accused at the scene of the crime. We have footprints.Bullets on the ground bearing his fingerprints.A broken bourbon bottle, likewise with fingerprints.And most of allwe have a beautiful young woman and her loverlying dead in each others arms.They had sinned.But was their crime so greatas to merit a death sentence?While you think about thatthink about this:A revolver holds six bullets, not eight.I submit that this was not a hot-blooded crime of passion.That at least could be understood, if not condoned.No.This was revengeof a much more brutal, cold-blooded nature. Consider this:Four bullets per victim.Not six shots fired, but eight.That means that he fired the gun emptyand then stopped to reloadso that he could shoot each of them again. An extra bullet per loverright in the head.You strike me as a particularly icy and remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne.It chills my blood just to look at you.By the power vested in me by the state of MaineI hereby order you to serve two life sentences back-to-backone for each of your victims. So be it!Sit.We see youve served 20 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 say that 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! -Five!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 thingbottle 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 1949and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for himI told him, No problem.to the main gateto the main gateAndy came to Shawshank Prisonin 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.Here RedYou speak English, butt-steak?You follow this officer.I never seen such a sorry-Iooking 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.Return to your cellblocks 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 rulesyoull 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 bornskin burning and half-blind from that delousing shit.And when they put you in that celland those bars slam homethats 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 iswhos 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 whatIll introduce you around, make you feel right at home.I know a couple of big old bull queers thatd justIove 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 dont belong hereI 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 him with 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 tonightI 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, Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes.He never made a sound.Tier 3 north, clear count!Tier 2 north, clear count.Tier 3 south, clear.Tier 1 south, clear.Tier 4 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 nest over by the plate shop.Im going to look after him until 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 upjust like a pretty little chorus 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 horse coming in last and all.But I sure do love that winning horse of mine, though.I owe that boy a big kiss when I see him.Why dont you give him some of your cigarettes 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 there till this morning.By then, there wasnt nothing we could do.What was his name?Whatd you say?I was just wondering if anyone knew his name.What the fuck do you care, new fish?Doesnt fucking matter what his name was. Hes dead.Anybody come at you yet?Anybody get to you yet?Hey, we all need friends in here.I could be a friend to you.Hard to get.I like that.Andy kept pretty much to himself at first.I guess he had a lot on his mindtrying to adapt to life on the inside.Wasnt until a month went by before he opened his mouthto say more than two words to somebody.As it turned outthat 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 smells sweeter than most. Is that right?What do you think?To tell you the truth, I havent made up my mind.I understand youre a man that knows how to get things.Im known to locate certain things from time to time.I wonder if you might get me a rock hammer.What?A rock hammer.What is it and why? What do you care?For a toothbrush, I wouldnt ask. Id quote a price.But a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isnt it?Fair enough.A rock hammer is about six or seven inches long.Looks like a miniature pickax. Pickax?For rocks.Quartz?QuartzAnd some mica, shalelimestone.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 toy into somebodys skull.No, I have no enemies here.No? Wait a while.Word gets around.The Sisters have taken quite a liking to you.Especially Bogs.Dont suppose it would help if I told 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 eyes in 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 understand when 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 joint love surprise inspections.They find it, youre going to lose it.If they catch you, you dont know me.Mention my name, we never do business again.Not for shoelaces or a stick of gum. Now you got that?I understand.Thank you, MrRed.Names Red.RedWhy do they call you that?Maybe its because Im Irish.I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby.He had a quiet way about hima walk and a talk that just wasnt normal around here.He strolledlike a man in the park without a care or a worry in the world.Like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place.yesI think itd be fair to sayI liked Andy from the start.Lets go! Some of us got a schedule to keep.Move it! Come on, move it!How you doing? Hows the wife treating you?keep movingjust goRedAndy was right.I finally got the joke.It would take a man about 600 yearsto tunnel under the wall with one of these.Book? Not today.Book? NoBrookDelivery for Dufresne.Book?Book?DufresneHeres 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 you Andy fought the good fightand the Sisters let him be.I wish I could tell you thatbut 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 routineand then more routine.Every so often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises.The Sisters kept at him.Sometimes he was able to fight them off.Sometimes not.And thats how it went for Andy.That was his routine.I do believe those first two years were the worst for him.And I also believe that if things had gone on that waythis place would have got the best of him.But then, in the spring of 1949the powers that be decided:The roof of the license-plate factory needs resurfacing.I need a dozen volunteers for a weeks work.As you knowspecial detail carries with it special privileges.It was outdoor detailand May is one damned fine month to be working outdoors.Stay in line there.More than a hundred men volunteered for the job.Wallace E. Unger.Ellis Redding.Wouldnt you know it?Me and some fellows I know were among the names called.Andrew Dufresne.It only cost us a pack of smokes per man.I made my usual 20 percent, of course.So this big-shot lawyer calls 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 wells and shit. Close to a million bucks.A million bucks?Incredile how lucky some assholes get. You going to see any of that?Thirty-five thousand. Thats what he left me.Dollars? YepThats great! Thats like winning the sweepstakes.Isnt it?Dumb shit, what do you think the government will do to me?Take a big wet bite out of my ass is what.Poor Byron.Terrible fucking luck, huh? Crying shame.Some people really got it awful.Andy, are you nuts?IKeep your eyes on your mop, man!Youll pay some tax, but youll still end upYeah, maybe enough to buy a new car, and then what?I got to pay tax on the car. Repairmaintenance, kids pestering you to 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 shirt and squeezes your tit till its purple.AndyGetting himself killed. I keep tarring.Some brother. Shit!Mr. Hadleydo you trust your wife?Oh, thats funny.Youll look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth.What I mean is, do you think shed go behind your back?Step aside, Mert. This fuckers having himself an accident.Hell push him off!If you trust her, you can keepthat 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 gift to your spouse for up to $ 60,000.Bullshit. Tax-fee? Tax-freeIRS cant touch one cent.Youre that smart banker that 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 me where the bear shit in the buckwheat.Of course not. But you do need someone 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 themnearly free of charg