Prison police: Sit. We see you’ve served 20years of a life sentence?

Red: Yes, sir.

Prison police: You feel you’ve been rehabilitated?

Red: Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir. I mean, I learned my lesson. I can honestly say that I’m a changed man. I’m no longer a danger to society. That’s God’s honest truth.

How’d it go?Same old shit, different day.I know howyou feel. I’m up for rejection next week.Yeah, I got rejected last week.It happens.Hey, Red, bump me a deck.Red: Get out of my face, man! You’re in to me for five packs already.Four!Red: Five

Red(心理对话)：There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I’m the guy who can get it for you.Cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that’s your thing, a bottle of brandy tocelebrate your kid’s high school graduation. Damn near anything within reason.Yes, sir! I’m a regular Sears and Roebuck. So when Andy Dufresne came to me in1949 and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into prison for him. I told him, “No problem.”Andy came to Shawshank Prison in early for murdering his wife and the fella she was banging. On the outside, he’d been vice president of a large Portland bank. Good work for a man so young.

Prison police: You speak English, butt steak? You follow this officer.

I never seen a sorry-looking heap of maggotshit in all my life.Hey, fish! Come over here!Takings bets today, Red?

Red: Smokes or coin? Bettor’s choice.

Smokes. Put me down for two.

Red: All right, who’s your horse?That little sack of shit. Eighth. He’ll befirst.Bullshit! I’ll take that action.You’re out some smokes, son.If you’re so smart, you call it.I’ll take that chubby fat ass there.The fifth one. Put me sown for a quarter deck.Fresh fish today.We’re reeling them in!

Red(心理对白)：I admit I don’tthink much of Andy first time I laid eyes on him.

Looked like a stiff breeze would blow himover. That was my first impression of the man.

What do you say? Red.Red: That tall drink of water with silverspoon up his ass.That guy? Never happen.Red: 10 cigarettes. That’s a rich bet.Red: Who’s going to prove me wrong?

Prison police: Return to your cellblocks forevening count. All prisoners, return to your cellblocks. Turn to right. Eyesfront.

Warden: This is Mr. Hadley. He’s captain of the guards. I’m Mr. Norton, the warden.You’re convicted felons. That’s why they’vesent you to me.Rule number one: No blasphemy. I’ll not have Lord’s name taken in vain in my prison.The other rule: You’ll figure out as you go along. Any question?

Prisoner 1: when do we eat?

Guard: You eat when we say you eat. Youshit when we say you shit, and piss when we say you piss. You got that, youmaggot-dick motherfucker? On your feet.

Warden: I believe in two things: Discipline and the Bible. Here, you’ll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord. Your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.

Guard: Unhook them.

Turn around. That’s enough. Move to the endof the cage. Turn around. Delouse him. Turn around. Move out of the cage. Pickup your clothes and Bible. Next man up! To the right. Right. Right. Left.

Red(心理)：The first night’s the toughest. No doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day youwere born skin burning and half-blind from that delousing shit on you. And when they put you in that cell and those bars slam home, that’s when you know it’sfor real. Old life blown away in the blink of an eye.  Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it. Most new fish come to madness the first night. Somebody always breaksdown crying. Happens every time. The only question is who’s it going to be? It’sas good a thing to bet on as any, I guess. I had my money on Andy Dufresne.

Lights off.

Red(心理):I remember my first night. Seems like a long time ago.

Hey, fish. Fish, fish. What are you, scaredof the dark? Bet you wish your daddy nevre dicked your mama! Piggy! Pork! I wantme a pork chop.

Red(心里); The boys always go fishing with first-timers. And they don’t quittill they reel someone in.

Hey, Fat ass. Fat, ass. Talk to me, boy. I knowyou’re there. I can hear you breathing. Don’t you listen to these nitwits, youhear me? This place isn’t so bad. Tell you what, I’ll introduce you around,make you feel right ai home. I know a couple of big old bull queers that’d justlove to make your acquaintance. Especially that big, white, mushy butt ofyours. God.

Fat: I don’t belong here!

We have a winner!

I want to go home.

And it’s fat ass by a nose.

What the Christ is this horse shit?

He blasphemed. I’ll tell the warden.

You’ll tell him with my baton up your ass!

What is your malfunction, you fat barrel ofmonkey spunk?

Please! I am not supposed to be here. Notme!

I won’t count to three. Not even one. You shutup, or I’ll sing a lullaby.

If I here so much as a mouse fart in heretonight, I swear by God and Jesus, you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here. Call the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to infirmary.

Fed(自述)：His first in the joint, Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.