肖申克的救赎Shawshank Redemption Movie Script

ANDY:

(smiles) I thought you had more faith in me than that.

RED:

I'm sure you're good, but all that paper leaves a trail. Anybody gets too curious -- FBI, IRS, whatever -- that trail's gonna lead to somebody.

ANDY:

Sure it will. But not to me, and certainly not to the warden.

RED:

Who then?

ANDY:

Peter Stevens.

RED:

Who?

ANDY:

The silent, silent partner. He's the guilty one, your Honor. The man with the bank accounts. That's where the filtering process starts.

They trace it back, all they're gonna find is him.

RED:

Yeah, okay, but who the hell is he?

ANDY:

A phantom. An apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.

(off Red's look) I conjured him out of thin air. He doesn't exist...except on paper.

RED:

You can't just make a person up.

ANDY:

Sure you can, if you know how the system works, and where the cracks are. It's amazing what you can accomplish by mail. Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate, social security card, driver's license.

They ever track those accounts, they'll wind up chasing a figment of my imagination.

RED:

Jesus. Did I say you were good?

You're Rembrandt.

ANDY:

It's funny. On the outside, I was an honest man. Straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.

168EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1965)

RED:

Does it ever bother you?

ANDY:

I don't run the scams, Red, I just process the profits. That's a fine line, maybe. But I've also built that library, and used it to help a dozen guys get their high school diplomas. Why do you think the warden lets me do all that?

RED:

To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.

ANDY:

I work cheap. That's the trade-off.

TWO SIREN BLASTS draw their attention to the main gate. It swings open, revealing a prison bus waiting outside.

169INT -- PRISON BUS -- DUSK (1965) 169 Among those on board is TOMMY WILLIAMS, a damn good-looking kid in his mid-20's. The bus RUMBLES through the gate.

170EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DUSK (1965) 170 The new fish disembark, chained together single-file. The old- timers holler and shake the fence. A deafening gauntlet.