251 EXT -- FIELD -- NIGHT (1966) 251

Rain is falling in solid sheets. Shawshank is half a mile
distant. BOOM DOWN to reveal the creek...and PUSH IN toward the
mouth of the sewer pipe that feeds into it.

RED (V.O.)
Five hundred yards. The length of
five football fields. Just shy of
half a mile.

Fingers appear, thrusting through the heavy-gauge wire mesh
covering the mouth of the pipe. Andy's face looms from the
darkness, peering out at freedom. He wrenches the mesh loose,
pushes himself out, and plunges head-first into the creek. He
comes up sputtering for breath. The water is waist-deep.

He wades upstream, ripping his clothes from his body. He gets
his shirt off, spins it through the air over his head, flings
the shirt away. He raises his arms to the sky, turning slowly,
feeling the rain washing him clean. Exultant. Triumphant. A
FLASH OF LIGHTNING arcs from horizon to horizon.

252 INT -- ANDY'S TUNNEL -- DAY (1966) 252

Once again, we see stunned faces as CAMERA PULLS BACK.

RED (V.O.)
The next morning, right about the
time Racquel was spilling her
little secret...

253 INT -- CASCO BANK OF PORTLAND -- MORNING (1966) 253

The door opens. Spit-shined shoes enter. DOLLY the shoes to
the counter.

RED (V.O.)
...a man nobody ever laid eyes on
before strolled into the Casco Bank
of Portland. Until that moment, he
didn't exist -- except on paper.

FEMALE TELLER (O.S.)
May I help you?

TILT UP to Andy. Smiling in Norton's gray pinstripe suit.

ANDY
My name is Peter Stevens. I've come
to close out some accounts.

254 INT -- BANK -- SHORTLY LATER (1966) 254

The teller is cutting a cashier's check while the MANAGER

carefully examines Mr. Stevens' various I.D.s.

RED (V.O.)
He had all the proper I.D. Driver's
license, birth certificate, social
security card. The signature was a
spot-on match.

MANAGER

I must say I'm sorry to be losing
your business. I hope you'll enjoy
living abroad.

ANDY
Thank you. I'm sure I will.

TELLER
Here's your cashier's check, sir.
Will there be anything else?

ANDY
Please. Would you add this to your
outgoing mail?

He hands her a package, stamped and addressed. Gives them a
pleasant smile. Turns and strolls from the bank.

RED (V.O.)
Mr. Stevens visited nearly a dozen
banks in the Portland area that
morning. All told, he blew town
with better than 370 thousand
dollars of Warden Norton's money.
Severance pay for nineteen years.

255 INT -- OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 255

A MAN in shirtsleeves is going through the mail on his desk.
He finds Andy's package, rips it open. Pulls out the black
ledger and files. Scans a cover letter. Holy shit. He dashes
to his door and yanks it open, revealing the words on the
glass: "PORTLAND DAILY BUGLE -- Editor In Chief."

MAN
Hal! Dave! Get your butts in here!

256 INT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY (1966) 256

Norton walks slowly toward his office. Dazed. The morning
paper in his hand. He goes wordlessly past the DUTY GUARD into
his office. Shuts the door. Lays the paper on his desk.

The headline reads: "CORRUPTION AND MURDER AT SHAWSHANK."
Below that, the sub-headline: "D.A. Has Ledger. Indictments
Expected." Norton looks up as SIRENS SWELL in the distance.

257 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- WIDE SHOT -- DAY (1966) 257

For the second time, State Police cruisers go rocketing up the
road with SIRENS AND LIGHTS.

258 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 258

Norton opens his safe and pulls out the "ledger" -- it's
Andy's Bible. The title page is inscribed by hand: "Dear
Warden. You were right. Salvation lay within." Norton flips to
the center of the book -- and finds the pages hollowed out in
the shape of a rock-hammer.

259 EXT -- PRISON -- DAY (1966) 259

Police cruisers everywhere. A media circus. REPORTERS jostle
for position. A colorless DISTRICT ATTORNEY steps forward into
CLOSEUP, flanked by a contingent of S.ATE TROOPERS.

D.A.
Byron Hadley?

ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal Captain Hadley. Staring. Waiting.

D.A.
You have the right to remain
silent. If you give up that
right, anything you say will be
used against you in court...

TROOPERS move in, cuffing Hadley's hands behind his back. The
D.A. drones on. FLASHBULBS POP. Hadley says nothing. His face
scrunches up. He begins to cry.

RED (V.O.)
I wasn't there to see it, but I hear
Byron Hadley was sobbing like a
little girl when they took him away.

Hadley sobs all the way to the car. The D.A. snaps a gaze up
toward Norton's window, motions his men to follow.

260 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 260

Norton is staring out the window as they approach the
building. He goes to his desk, opens a drawer. Inside lies a
revolver and a box of shells.

RED (V.O.)
Norton had no intention of goin'
that quietly.