肖申克的救赎Shawshank Redemption Movie Script

Waits. From somewhere below comes faint, ghastly tittering.

VOICES drift through the cellblock, taunting: VARIOUS VOICES (O.S.) Fishee fishee fisheeee...You're gonna like it here, new fish. A whooole lot...Make you wish your daddies never dicked your mommies...You takin' this down, new fish? Gonna be a quiz later.

(somebody LAUGHS) Sshhh. Keep it down. The screws'll hear...Fishee fishee fisheeee... RED (V.O.) The boys always go fishin' with first-timers...and they don't quit till they reel someone in.

The VOICES keep on, sly and creepy in the dark... 22INT -- VARIOUS CELLS -- NIGHT (1947) 22 thru thru 25 2g ...while the new cons go quietly crazy in their cells. One man paces like a caged animal...another sits gnawing his cuticles bloody...a third is weeping silently...a fourth is dry-heaving into the toilet... 26INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 26 Red waits at the bars. Smoking. Listening. He cranes his head, peers down toward Andy's cell. Nothing. Not a peep.

HEYWOOD (O.S.) Fat-Ass...oh, Faaaat-Ass. Talk to me, boy. I know you're in there. I can hear you breathin'. Now don't you listen to these nitwits, hear?

27INT -- FAT-ASS' CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 27 Fat-Ass is crying, trying not to hyperventilate.

HEYWOOD (O.S.) This ain't such a bad place. I'll introduce you around, make you feel right at home. I know some big ol' bull queers who'd love to make your acquaintance...especially that big white mushy butt of yours... And that's it. Fat-Ass lets out a LOUD WAIL of despair: FAT-ASS OH GOD! I DON'T BELONG HERE! I WANNA GO HOME! 28INT -- HEYWOOD'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 28

HEYWOOD:

AND IT'S FAT-ASS BY A NOSE.' 29INT -- CELLBLOCK -- NIGHT (1947) 29 The place goes nuts. Fat-Ass throws himself screaming against the bars. The entire block starts CHANTING:

VOICES:

Fresh fish...fresh fish...fresh fish...fresh fish... FAT-ASS I WANNA GO HOME! I WANT MY MOTHER.' VOICE (O.S.) I had your mother! She wasn't that great! The lights bump on. GUARDS pour in, led by Hadley himself.

HADLEY:

What the Christ is this happy sh*t?

VOICE (O.S.) He took the Lord's name in vain! I'm tellin' the warden!

HADLEY:

(to the unseen wit) You'll be tellin' him with my baton up your ass! Hadley arrives at Fat-Ass' cell, bellowing through the bars:

HADLEY:

What's your malfunction you fat f***in' barrel of monkey-spunk?

FAT-ASS PLEASE! THIS AIN'T RIGHT! I AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! NOT ME!

HADLEY:

I ain't gonna count to three! Not even to one! Now shut the f*** up 'fore I sing you a lullabye! Fat-Ass keeps blubbering and wailing. Total freak-out. Hadley draws his baton, gestures to his men. Open it.

A GUARD unlocks the cell. Hadley pulls Fat-Ass out and starts beating him with the baton, brutally raining blows. Fat-Ass falls, tries to crawl.

The place goes dead silent. All we hear now is the dull THWACK-THWACK-THWACK of the baton. Fat-ass passes out. Hadley gets in a few more licks and finally stops.

HADLEY:

Get this tub of sh*t down to the infirmary.

(peers around) If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night, by God and Sonny Jesus, you'll all visit the infirmary. Every last motherf***er here.

The guards wrestle Fat-Ass onto a stretcher and carry him off.

FOOTSTEPS echo away. Lights off. Darkness again. Silence.

30INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 30 Red stares through the bars at the main floor below, eyes riveted to the small puddle of blood where Fat-Ass went down.

RED (V.O.) His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound... 31INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- MORNING (1947) 31 LOUD BUZZER. The master locks are thrown -- KA-THUMP! The cons step from their cells, lining the tiers. The GUARDS holler their head-counts to the HEAD BULL, who jots on a clipboard.

Red peers at Andy, checking him out. Andy stands in line, collar buttoned, hair combed.

32INT -- MESS HALL -- MORNING (1947) 32 Andy goes through the breakfast line, gets a scoop of glop on his tray. WE PAN ANDY through the noise and confusion...and discover BOGS DIAMOND and ROOSTER MacBRIDE watching Andy go by. Bogs sizes Andy up with a salacious gleam in his eye, mutters something to Rooster. Rooster laughs.