肖申克的救赎Shawshank Redemption Movie Script

Brooks bursts into tears. The storm is over. Heywood staggers free, gasping for air. Andy takes the knife, passes it to Red.

Brooks dissolves into Andy's arms with great heaving sobs.

ANDY:

Take it easy. You'll be all right.

HEYWOOD:

Him? What about me? Crazy old fool! Goddamn near slit my throat!

RED:

You've had worse from shaving.

What'd you do to set him off?

HEYWOOD:

Nothin'! Just came in to say fare-thee-well.

没什么！只是进来跟你说再见。

(off their looks) Ain't you heard? His parole came through! Red and Andy exchange a surprised look. Andy wants to understand. Red just motions to let it be for now. He puts his arm around Brooks, who sobs inconsolably. Softly:

RED:

Ain't that bad, old hoss. Won't be long till you're squiring pretty young girls on your arm and telling 'em lies.

104EXT -- PRISON YARD BLEACHERS -- DUSK (1954) 104

ANDY:

I just don't understand what happened in there, that's all.

HEYWOOD:

Old man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse, is what.

RED:

Heywood, enough. Ain't nothing wrong with Brooksie. He's just institutionalized, that's all.

HEYWOOD:

Institutionalized, my ass.

RED:

Man's been here fifty years. This place is all he knows. In here, he's an important man, an educated man. A librarian. Out there, he's nothing but a used-up old con with arthritis in both hands. Couldn't even get a library card if he applied. You see what I'm saying?

FLOYD:

Red, I do believe you're talking out of your ass.

RED:

Believe what you want. These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. After long enough, you get so you depend on 'em. That's "institutionalized."

JIGGER:

Sh*t. I could never get that way.

ERNIE:

(softly) Say that when you been inside as long as Brooks has.

RED:

Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that's just what they take. Part that counts, anyway.

105EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAWN (1954) 105 The sun rises over gray stone.

106INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- DAWN (1954) 106 ANGLE ON RITA POSTER. Sexy as ever. The rising sun sends fingers of rosy light creeping across her face.

107INT -- LIBRARY -- DAWN (1954) 107 Brooks stands on a chair, poised at the bars of a window, cradling Jake in his hands.

BROOKS:

I can't take care of you no more.

You go on now. You're free.