Shawshank Redemption Page #5

Other hands go up. Red jots the names.

HEYWOOD:

You're out some smokes, son. Take

my word.

FLOYD:

You're so smart, you call it.

HEYWOOD:

I say that chubby fat-ass...let's

see...fifth from the front. Put me

down for a quarter deck.

RED:

That's five cigarettes on Fat-Ass.

Any takers?

More hands go up. Andy and the others are paraded along,

forced by their chains to take tiny baby steps, flinching

under the barrage of jeers and shouts. The old-timers are

shaking the fence, trying to make the newcomers sh*t their

pants. Some of the new fish shout back, but mostly they look

terrified. Especially Andy.

RED (V.O.)

I must admit I didn't think much of

Andy first time I laid eyes on him.

He might'a been important on the

outside, but in here he was just a

little turd in prison grays. Looked

like a stiff breeze could blow him

over. That was my first impression

of the man.

SKEET:

What say, Red?

RED:

Little fella on the end. Definitely.

I stake half a pack. Any takers?

SNOOZE:

Rich bet.

RED:

C'mon, boys, who's gonna prove me

wrong?

(hands go up)

Floyd, Skeet, Joe, Heywood. Four brave

souls, ten smokes apiece. That's it,

gentlemen, this window's closed.

Red pockets his notepad. A VOICE comes over the P.A. speakers:

VOICE (amplified)

Return to your cellblocks for

evening count.

14INT -- ADMITTING AREA -- DUSK (1947) 14

The new fish are marched in. Guards unlock the shackles. The

chains drop away, rattling to the stone floor.

HADLEY:

Eyes front.

WARDEN SAMUEL NORTON strolls forth, a colorless man in a gray

suit and a church pin in his lapel. He looks like he could

piss ice water. He appraises the newcomers with flinty eyes.

NORTON:

This is Mr. Hadley, captain of the

guard. I am Mr. Norton, the warden.

You are sinners and scum, that's

why they sent you to me. Rule

number one:
no blaspheming. I'll

not have the Lord's name taken in

vain in my prison. The other rules

you'll figure out as you go along.

Any questions?

CON:

When do we eat?

Cued by Norton's glance, Hadley steps up to the con and screams

right in his face:

HADLEY:

YOU EAT WHEN WE SAY YOU EAT! YOU

PISS WHEN WE SAY YOU PISS! YOU SH*T

WHEN WE SAY YOU SH*T! YOU SLEEP

WHEN WE SAY YOU SLEEP! YOU MAGGOT-

DICK MOTHERF***ER!

Hadley rams the tip of his club into the con's belly. The

man falls to his knees, gasping and clutching himself.

Hadley takes his place at Norton's side again. Softly:

NORTON:

Any other questions?

(there are none)

I believe in two things. Discipline

and the Bible. Here, you'll receive

both.

(holds up a Bible)

Put your faith in the Lord. Your

ass belongs to me. Welcome to

Shawshank.

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