肖申克的救赎Shawshank Redemption Movie Script

272 AERIAL SHOT 272 Nothing for a million miles but beach, sky, and water. Red is a tiny speck at water's edge. Just another grain of sand.

RED (V.O.) I am terrified. There is no way home.

273INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 273 Red wakes from the nightmare. He gets out of bed. Moves to the barred window of his cell. Peers up at the stars.

RED (V.O.) Andy. I know you're in that place.

Look at the stars for me just after sunset. Touch the sand...wade in the water...and feel free.

FADE TO BLACK:

274 AN IRON-BARRED DOOR 274 slides open with an enormous CLANG. A stark room beyond.

CAMERA PUSHES through. SIX MEN AND ONE WOMAN sit at a long table. An empty chair faces them. We are again in: INT -- SHAWSHANK HEARINGS ROOM -- DAY (1967) Red enters, sits. 20 years older than when we first saw him.

MAN #1 Your file says you've served forty years of a life sentence. You feel you've been rehabilitated?

Red doesn't answer. Just stares off. Seconds tick by. The parole board exchanges glances. Somebody clears his throat.

MAN #1 Shall I repeat the question?

RED:

I heard you. Rehabilitated. Let's see now. You know, come to think of it, I have no idea what that means.

MAN #2 Well, it means you're ready to rejoin society as a--

RED:

I know what you think it means. Me, I think it's a made-up word, a poli- tician's word. A word so young fellas like you can wear a suit and tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?

- ----- MAN g2 Well...are you?

RED:

Not a day goes by I don't feel regret, and not because I'm in here or because you think I should. I look back on myself the way I was...stupid kid who did that terrible crime...wish I could talk sense to him. Tell him how things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, this old man is all that's left, and I have to live with that.

(beat) Rehabilitated? That's a bullshit word, so you just go on ahead and stamp that form there, sonny, and stop wasting my damn time. Truth is, I don't give a sh*t.

The parole board just stares. Red sits drumming his fingers.

CLOSEUP -- PAROLE FORM A big rubber stamp SLAMS down -- and lifts away to reveal the word "APPROVED" in red ink.

275EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY 275 TWO SHORT SIREN BLASTS herald the opening of the main gate. It swings hugely open, revealing Red standing in his cheap suit, carrying a cheap bag, wearing a cheap hat. He walks out, still looking stunned.

276INT -- BUS -- DAY 276 Red rides the bus, clutching the seat before him, gripped by terror of speed and motion.

277EXT -- BREWSTER HOTEL -- LATE AFTERNOON 277 Red arrives at the Brewster, three stories high and even less to look at than it used to be.

27BINT -- BREWSTER -- LATE DAY 278 A BLACK WOMAN leads Red up the stairs toward the top floor.

279INT -- RED'S ROOM -- LATE DAY 279 Small, old, dingy. An arched window with a view of Congress Street. Traffic noise floats up. Red enters and pauses, staring up at the ceiling beam. Carved into the wood are the

words:

"Brooks Hatlen was here." 280INT -- FOODWAY MARKET -- DAY 280 Loud. Jangling with PEOPLE and NOISE. We find Red bagging groceries. Registers are humming, kids are shrieking. Red calls to the STORE MANAGER:

RED:

Sir? Restroom break sir?