RED (V.O.) Andy came to Shawshank Prison in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fella she was bangin'.
The bus lurches forward, RUMBLES through the gates. Andy gazes around, swallowed by prison walls.
RED (V.O.) On the outside, he'd been vice- president of a large Portland bank.
Good work for a man as young as he was, when you consider how conservative banks were back then.
TOWER GUARD:
All clear! GUARDS approach the bus with carbines. The door jerks open.
The new fish disembark, chained together single-file, blinking sourly at their surroundings. Andy stumbles against the MAN in front of him, almost drags him down.
BYRON HADLEY, captain of the guard, slams his baton into Andy's back. Andy goes to his knees, gasping in pain. JEERS and SHOUTS from the spectators.
HADLEY:
On your feet before I f*** you up so bad you never walk again.
13 ON THE BLEACHERS 13
RED:
There they are, boys. The Human Charm Bracelet.
HEYWOOD:
Never seen such a sorry-lookin' heap of maggot sh*t in my life.
JIGGER:
Comin' from you, Heywood, you being so pretty and all...
FLOYD:
Takin' bets today, Red?
RED:
(pulls notepad and pencil) Bear Catholic? Pope sh*t in the woods?
Smokes or coin, bettor's choice.
FLOYD:
Smokes. Put me down for two.
RED:
High roller. Who's your horse?
FLOYD:
That gangly sack of sh*t, third from the front. He'll be the first.
HEYWOOD:
Bullshit. I'll take that action.
ERNIE:
Me too.
Other hands go up. Red jots the names.
HEYWOOD:
You're out some smokes, son. Take my word.
FLOYD:
You're so smart, you call it.
HEYWOOD:
I say that chubby fat-ass...let's see...fifth from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.