Scenes 161-170
161 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY (1963) 161
FLASHBULBS POP as Norton addresses MEMBERS OF THE PRESS:
RED (V.O.)
That was also the year Warden Norton
instituted his famous "Inside-Out"
program. You may remember reading
about it. It made all the papers
and got his picture in LIFE magazine.
NORTON
...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...
ANGLE TO Red and the boys listening from behind the fence.
NORTON
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!
HEYWOOD
Sounds like road-gangin', you ask me.
RED
Nobody asked you.
162 EXT -- HIGHWAY CONSTRUCTION SITE -- DAY (1963) 162
A ROAD-GANG is grading a culvert with picks. There's dust and
the smell of sweat in the air. GUARDS patrol with sniper rifles,
A pushy WOMAN REPORTER in an ugly hat bustles up the grade,
trailed by a PHOTOGRAPHER.
WOMAN REPORTER
You there! You men! We're gonna
take your picture now!
HEYWOOD
Give us a break, lady.
WOMAN REPORTER
Don't you know who I am? I'm from
LIFE magazine! I was told I'd get
some co-operation out here! You
want me to report you to your
warden? Is that what you want?
HEYWOOD
(sighs)
No, ma'am.
WOMAN REPORTER
That's more like it! Now I want you
all in a row with big bright smiles
on your faces! Grab hold of your
tools and show 'em to me!
She turns, motioning her photographer up the grade. Heywood
glances around at the other men.
HEYWOOD
You heard the lady.
Heywood unzips his pants, reaches inside. The others do
likewise. The woman turns back and is greeted by the sight of
a dozen men displaying their penises and smiling brightly. Her
legs go wobbly and she sits heavily down on the dirt grade.
HEYWOOD
C'mon! We're showin' our tools and
grinnin' like fools! Take the damn
picture!
163 INT -- SOLITARY CONFINZMENT -- NIGHT (1963) 163
Heywood sits alone in the dark. He sighs.
RED (V.O.)
None of the inmates were invited to
express their views...
164 EXT -- WOODED FIELDS -- DAY (1965) 164
A ROAD-GANG is pulling stumps, bogged down in mud.
RED (V.O.)
'Course, Norton failed to mention
to the press that "bare minimum of
expense" is a fairly loose term.
There are a hundred different ways
to skim off the top. Men,
materials, you name it. And, oh my
Lord, how the money rolled in...
Norton strolls into view with NED GRIMES at his heels.
NED
This keeps up, you're gonna put me
out of business! With this pool of
slave labor you got, you can
underbid any contractor in town.
NORTON
Ned, we're providing a valuable
community service.
NED
That's fine for the papers, but I
got a family to feed. The State
don't pay my salary. Sam, we go
back a long way. I need this new
highway contract. I don't get it, I
go under. That's a fact.
(hands him a box)
Now you just have some'a this fine
pie my missus baked specially for
you, and you think about that.
Norton opens the box. Alongside the pie is an envelope. He
runs his thumb across the thick stack of cash it contains.
IN THE BACKGROUND, a winch cable SNAPS and whips through the
air, damn near severing a man's leg. He goes down, screaming
in mud and blood, pinned by a fallen tree stump. Men rush over
to help him. Norton barely takes notice.
NORTON
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.
165 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1965) 165
ANGLE on Maisie's pie. Several pieces gone.
RED (V.O.)
And behind every shady deal, behind
every dollar earned...
TILT UP to Andy at the desk, munching thoughtfully as he
totals up figures on an adding machine.
RED (V.O.)
...there was Andy, keeping the books.
Andy finishes preparing two bank deposits. Norton hovers near
the desk, keeping a watchful eye.
ANDY
Two deposits, Casco Bank and New
England First. Night drop, like
always.
Norton pockets the envelopes. Andy crosses to the wall safe
and shoves the ledger and sundry files inside. Norton locks
the safe, swings his wife's framed sampler back into place. He
cocks his thumb at some laundry and two suits in the corner.
NORTON
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.
(adjusts his tie)
How do I look?
ANDY
Very nice.
NORTON
Big charity to-do up Portland
way. Governor's gonna be there.
(indicates pie)
Want the rest of that? Woman can't
bake worth shit.
166 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1965) 166
Andy trudges down the corridor with Norton's laundry, the pie
box under his arm.
167 INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965) 167
TILT UP FROM PIE to find Red munching away as he helps Andy
sort books on the shelves.
RED
Got his fingers in a lot of pies,
from what I hear.
ANDY
What you hear isn't half of it.
He's got scams you haven't dreamed
of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks.
There's a river of dirty money
flowing through this place.
RED
Money like that can be a problem.
Sooner or later you gotta explain
where it came from.
ANDY
That's where I come in. I channel
it, funnel it, filter it...stocks,
securities, tax free municipals...
I send that money out into the big
world. And when it comes back...
RED
It's clean as a virgin's whistle?
ANDY
Cleaner. By the time Norton retires,
I will have made him a millionaire.
RED
Jesus. They ever catch on, he's
gonna wind up wearing a number
himself.
ANDY
(smiles)
I thought you had more faith in me
than that.
RED
I'm sure you're good, but all that
paper leaves a trail. Anybody gets
too curious -- FBI, IRS, whatever --
that trail's gonna lead to somebody.
ANDY
Sure it will. But not to me, and
certainly not to the warden.
RED
Who then?
ANDY
Peter Stevens.
RED
Who?
ANDY
The silent, silent partner. He's
the guilty one, your Honor. The man
with the bank accounts. That's
where the filtering process starts.
They trace it back, all they're
gonna find is him.
RED
Yeah, okay, but who the hell is he?
ANDY
A phantom. An apparition. Second
cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.
(off Red's look)
I conjured him out of thin air. He
doesn't exist...except on paper.
RED
You can't just make a person up.
ANDY
Sure you can, if you know how the
system works, and where the cracks
are. It's amazing what you can
accomplish by mail. Mr. Stevens has
a birth certificate, social
security card, driver's license.
They ever track those accounts,
they'll wind up chasing a figment
of my imagination.
RED
Jesus. Did I say you were good?
You're Rembrandt.
ANDY
It's funny. On the outside, I was
an honest man. Straight as an
arrow. I had to come to prison to
be a crook.
168 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1965)
RED
Does it ever bother you?
ANDY
I don't run the scams, Red, I just
process the profits. That's a fine
line, maybe. But I've also built
that library, and used it to help a
dozen guys get their high school
diplomas. Why do you think the
warden lets me do all that?
RED
To keep you happy and doing the
laundry. Money instead of sheets.
ANDY
I work cheap. That's the trade-off.
TWO SIREN BLASTS draw their attention to the main gate. It
swings open, revealing a prison bus waiting outside.
169 INT -- PRISON BUS -- DUSK (1965) 169
Among those on board is TOMMY WILLIAMS, a damn good-looking
kid in his mid-20's. The bus RUMBLES through the gate.
170 EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1965) 170
The new fish disembark, chained together single-file. The old-
timers holler and shake the fence. A deafening gauntlet.