Amazon Prime Video original film The Shawshank Redemption was released October 14th, 1994.
#Shawshank made $29.3M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 89%
metacritic: 82
imdb: 9.2
oscars: 7 nominations
golden globes: 2 nominations
SAG awards: 2 nominations
Andy Dufresne
Andy Dufresne is unjustly incarcerated for murder near Boston, Massachusetts.
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 1995
“It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew that she hated all the sneaking around. And she said she wanted a divorce in Reno. I told her I would not grant one. If they say so. I really don’t remember. I was upset. She packed a bag.. she packed a bag to go and stay with Mr. Quentin. Went to a few bars first. Later I drove to his house to confront them. They weren’t home, so I parked in the turnout… and waited. I’m not sure. I was confused, uh, drunk. I think, mostly I wanted to scare them. No. I was sobering up. I got back in the car and I drove home to sleep it off. Along the way, I stopped and threw my gun into the royal river. I feel I’ve been very clear on this point. Yes, it does. It’s the truth. Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.” — Andy Dufresne
“No, I hadn’t– I hadn’t planned on it. What was his name? I was just wonderin’ if anyone knew his name.” — Andy Dufresne
“I’m Andry Dufresne. I didn’t, since you asked. What do you think? I understand you’re a man that knows how to get things. I wonder if you might get me a rock hammer. A rock hammer. What do you care? Fair enough. Rock hammer’s about six or seven inches long looks like a miniature pickaxe. For rocks. Quartz. And some mica. Shale. Limestone.” — Andy Dufresne
“So, I’m a rock hound. At least I was in my old life. I’d like to be again, on a limited basis. No, sir. No, I have no enemies here. I don’t suppose it would help any if I explained to them I’m not homosexual. Thanks for the advice. Well, if there’s any trouble, I won’t use the rock hammer. Okay? You’ll understand when you see the rock hammer. Seven dollars, any rock and gem shop. Ten it is. Why’s that? I understand. Thank you, Mr. uh.. Red. Why do they call you that? Thanks.” — Andy Dufresne
“You get this in your eyes, it blinds you. Mr. Hadley.. do you trust your wife? What I mean is, do you think she’d go behind your back try to hamstring you? ‘Cause if you do trust her, there’s no reason you can’t keep that thirty-five thousand! Thirty-five thousand. All of it. Every penny. If you wanna keep all that money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-time only gift to your spouse for up to sixty-thousand dollars. Tax-free. IRS can’t touch one cent. It’s perfectly legal. Go ask the IRS. I feel stupid telling you this. I’m sure you would’ve investigated the matter. Of course not. But you do need someone to set up the tax-free gift for you. That’ll cost you, a lawyer, for example. Right. I could set it up for you. That would save you some money. You get the forms, I’ll prepare them for you nearly free of charge. I’d only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers.” — Andy Dufresne
“I think a man workin’ outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That’s only my opinion, sir. No, thanks. Gave up drinkin’. Chess. Now there’s a game of kings. Civilized, strategic. Maybe you’ll let me teach you someday. I’ve been thinkin’ of gettin’ a board together. We might do business on a board. I wanna carve the pieces myself. One side in alabaster, the opposing side in soapstone. What do you think? Years I got. What I don’t have are the rocks. Pickin’s are pretty slim in the yard, pebbles, mostly. Yeah, I guess. I’m innocent, Red. Just like everybody else here. What are you in for? Innocent?” — Andy Dufresne
“Red. Yeah, I know. I’ve seen it three times this month. I understand you’re a man that knows how to get things. Rita Hayworth. Can you get her? Weeks? Thanks. Let’s get this over with. Anything you put in my mouth you’re gonna lose. Alright, but you should know that sudden, serious brain injury causes the victim to bite down, hard. In fact, I hear the bite reflex is so strong, they have to pry the victim’s jaws open with a crowbar. I read it. Know how to read, you ignorant fuck?” — Andy Dufresne
Ellis Redding ‘Red’
Best Actor in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 1995
Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama
1 nomination: 1995
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 1995
“Yes, sir. Oh, yes, sir. Absolutely, sir. I mean, I learned my lesson. I can honestly say that I’m a changed man. I’m.. I’m no longer a danger to society. That’s God’s honest truth.”
“Same old shit, different day. Get the fuck out of my face. You’re into me for five packs already. Five!”
“There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I’m the guy who can get it for ya cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that’s your thing a bottle of brandy to celebrate 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 in 1949 and asked me to smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him I told him, ‘no problem.'”
“Andy came to Shawshank prison in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fella she was banging. On the outside, he’d been Vice President of a large Portland bank. Smokes or coin? Better’s choice. Alright, who’s your horse?”
“I must admit I didn’t think much of Andy first time I laid eyes on him. Looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man. That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass. Ten cigarettes. Alright, who’s gonna prove me wrong? Heywood? Jigger? Skeets? Floyd! Four brave souls.”
“The first night’s the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you. And when they put you in that cell when those bars slam home that’s when you know it’s for real. Whole 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 close to madness the first night. Somebody always breaks down, crying. Happens every time. The only question is, who’s it gonna be? It’s as good a thing to bet on as any, I guess. I had my money on Andy Dufresne. I remember my first night. Seems like a long time ago.”
“The boys always go fishin’ with first-timers. And they don’t quit until they reel someone in.”
“His first in the joint Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound. Why don’t you give him some of your cigarettes instead. Lucky fuck. Andy kept pretty much to himself at first. I guess he had a lot on his mind trying to adapt to life on the inside. Wasn’t until a month went by that he finally opened his mouth to say more than two words to somebody. As it turned out that somebody was me.”
“Wife-killing banker. Why’d you do it? You’re gonna fit right in. Everybody in here’s innocent. Didn’t you know that? Heywood, what you in here for? Rumor has it you’re a real cold fish. You think your shit smells sweeter than most. Is that right? Well, tell you the truth, I haven’t made up my mind. I’m known to locate certain things from time to time.”
“A what? What is it, and why? Well, if it was a toothbrush, I wouldn’t ask questions I’d just quote a price. But then, a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn’t it? Pickaxe? Rocks. Quartz? So? Or maybe you’d like to sink your toe into somebody’s skull. No? Wait a while. Word gets around. The sisters have taken quite a liking to you. Especially Bogs. Neither are they. They’d have to be human first. They don’t qualify. Bull queers take by force. It’s all the want or understand. But if if I were you, I’d grow eyes in the back of my head.”
“Well, that’s free. But you understand my concern. Then I’d guess you want to escape tunnel under the wall, maybe. Have I missed something here? What’s so funny? What’s an item like this usually go for? My normal mark-up’s twenty percent. But this is a specialty item. Risk goes up, price goes up. Let’s make it an even ten bucks. Alright. Waste of money, if you ask me. Folks around this joint love surprise inspections. They find it. You’re gonna lose it. If they do catch you with it, you don’t know me. You mention my name, we never do business again not for shoelaces or a stick of gum. You got that? Red. Name’s Red. Maybe it’s because I’m Irish.”
“I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a quiet way about him a walk and a talk that just wasn’t normal around here. He strolled like a man in a park without a care or a worry in the world like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place. Yeah, I think it would be fair to say I liked Andy from the start. Andy was right. I finally got the joke. It would take a man about 600 years to tunnel under the wall with one of these.”
“Hey, Brooksie. Delivery for Dufresne. I wish I could tell you that Andy fought the good fight and the sister let him be. I wish I could tell you that but prison is no fairy tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Things went on like that for a while. Prison life consists of routine… and then more routine. Every so often Andy would show up with fresh bruises. The sisters kept at him. Sometimes he was able to fight ’em off, sometimes not. And that’s how it went for Andy. That was his routine. I do believe those first two years were the worst for him. And I also believe if things had gone on that way this place would’ve got the best of him. But then, in the spring of 1949 the powers that be decided that..”
“It was outdoor detail and May is one damn fine month to be working outdoors. More than a hundred men volunteered for the job. Wouldn’t you know it. Me and some fellas I know were among the names called. Only cost us a pack of smokes per man. And I made my usual twenty percent, of course.”
“Cryin’ shame. Some people really got it awful. Andy. You nuts? Keep your eyes on your mop. Andy. Andy. Andy. He’s gonna get hisself killed. And that’s how it came to pass that on the second to last day of the job the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of ’49 wound up sitting in a row at 10:00 in the morning drinking icy-cold Bohemia style beer courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison. The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could’ve been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the Lords of all creation. As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade a strange little smile on his face watching us drink his beer.”
“You could argue he done it to curry favor with the guards or maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again if only for a short while. King me. What? And a total fuckin’ mystery. I hate it. Sure. You’re talkin’ to the right man. I’m the guy that can get things, right? I think it’ll take years. Andy, we gettin’ to be kinda friends, aren’t we? Can I ask you somethin’? Why’d you do it? Murder, same as you. Only guilty man in Shawshank.”
“Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait. Here she comes. This is the part I really like when she does that shit with her hair. Ah. God, I love it. Yeah, I’m known to locate certain things from time to time. What do you want? What? Take a few weeks. Well, yeah, Andy. I don’t have her stuffed down the front of my pants right now I’m sorry to say. But I’ll get her. Relax. Bogs didn’t put anything in Andy’s mouth. And neither did his friends. What they did do is beat him within an inch of his life. Andy spent a month in the infirmary. Bogs spent a week in the hole.”
“Two things never happened again after that. The sisters never laid a finger on Andy again and Bogs never walked again. They transferred him to a minimum security hospital upstate. To my knowledge he lived out the rest of his days drinking his food through a straw. I’m thinkin’ Andy could use a nice welcome back when he gets out of the infirmary. Man likes to play chess. Let’s get him some rocks. No, horseshit. Petrified.”
“Despite a few hitches, the boys came through in fine style and by the week Andy was due back we had enough rocks saved up to keep him busy ’til rapture. I also got a big shipment in that week cigarettes, chewing gum, sipping whiskey playing cards with naked ladies on ’em you name it. And of course, the most important item Rita Heyworth herself.”
Warden Norton
“This is Mr. Hadley. He’s captain of the guards. I’m Mr. Norton, the warden. You are convicted felons. That’s why they’ve sent you to me. Rule number one, no blasphemy. 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? 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.”
“The roof of the license plate factory needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a weeks’ work. As you know, special detail.. carries with it special privileges.”
“One hundred and nineteen.”
Captain Hadley
“You speaking English, butt steak? You follow this officer.”
“Turn to the right! Eyes front! You eat when we say you eat. You shit when we say you shit and piss when we say you piss. You got that, you maggot-dick motherfucker? On your feet. Unhook ’em. Turn around. That’s enough. Move to the end of the cage. Turn around. Delouse him. Turn around. Move out of the cage, go to your left pick up your clothes and bible. Next man up! To the right. Right, right, right. Left. Left.”
“Upstairs. What the Christ is this happy horse shit? You’ll be tellin’ him with my baton up your ass! What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk? I ain’t gonna count to three, or even one. You will shut the fuck up, or I’ll sing you a lullaby! Open that cell! Son of a bitch!”
“If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here! Call the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.”
“So this big shot lawyer calls me long distance from Texas. I say, ‘yeah?’ He says, ‘sorry to inform you, but your brother just died. I’m not. He was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him for dead anyway. So anyway, this lawyer says to me ‘your brother died a rich man.’ Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks. Yeah. Fuckin’ incredible how lucky some assholes get. Thirty-five thousand. That’s what he left me. Yep. Dumb shit, what do you think the government’s gonna do to me? Take a big, wet bite outta my ass is what.”
“Yeah, maybe enough to buy a new car. And then what? I gotta pay tax on the car. Repair, maintenance. Goddamn kids pesterin’ you to take ’em for a ride all the time. You figure the tax wrong you gotta pay ’em outta your own pocket. I tell ya. Uncle Sam. He puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit ti’l it’s purple. Workin’ man never gets a break. Some brother. Shit.”
“Oh, that’s funny. You’re gonna look funnier suckin’ my dick with no teeth. That’s it. Step aside. This fucker’s having himself an accident. What did you say? Thirty-five thousand? All of it? You better start makin’ sense. Bullshit! Tax-free? You’re that smart banker what killed his wife, aren’t ya? Why should I believe a smart banker like you? So I can end up in here with ya? I don’t need no wife-doin’ banker to tell me where the bear shit in the buckwheat. Bunch of ball-washin’ bastards!”
“What are you jimmies starin’ at? Back to work! Drink up while it’s cold, ladies. Grab his ankles. One hundred and twenty-three.”
Heywood
“I haven’t seen such a sorry-lookin’ heap of maggot shit in all my life. Oh, bullshit. I’ll take that action. You’re out some smokes, son. I’ll take that chubby fat ass, the fifth one from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.”
“Hey, fat ass. Fat ass! Talk to me, boy. I know you’re there. I can hear you breathin’. Don’t you listen to these nitwits, you hear me? This place ain’t so bad. Tell you what. I’ll introduce you around, make you feel right at home. I know a couple of big old bull queers that’d just love to make your acquaintance. Especially that big, white, m-mushy butt of yours.”
“And it’s fat ass by a nose! Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Man, shut up.”
“Mornin’, fellas. Fine mornin’, isn’t it? You know why it’s a fine mornin’, don’t ya? Come on, set ’em down. I want ’em all lined up here just like a pretty little chorus line. Yeah, look at that. Look at that. Oh, Lord. Yes. Richmond, Virginia.”
“Gee, Red, that was a terrible shame about your horse comin’ in last and all. But I sure do love that winnin’ horse of mine, though. I believe I owe that boy a great big, sloppy kiss when I see him. Hey, Tyrell! You pull infirmary duty this week? How’s that horse of mine doin’, anyway?”
“What’d you say? What the fuck do you care, new fish? Doesn’t fuckin’ matter what his name was. He’s dead. Didn’t do it. Lawyer fucked me. A million bucks? Poor Byron. Terrible fuckin’ luck, huh? Keep tarrin’.”
“Gonna push him off the roof. Hey. Want a cold one, Andy? Sounds good to us. I figure we owe him that much for the beer. Oh.. guys. I got one. I got one. Look. W-what are you, a fuckin’ geologist? Well, what the hell is it then? Bullshit. Oh, Jesus Chr.. aw, damn.”
Prosecuting Attorney
“Mr. Dufresne, describe the… confrontation you had with your wife. The night that she was murdered. What was your response? ‘I’ll see you in hell before I see you in Reno.’ Those were the words you used, Mr. Dufresne, according to the testimony of your neighbors. What happened after you argued with your wife?”
“Glenn Quentin. The gold pro at the Snowden Hills Country Club. The man you had recently discovered was your wife’s lover. Did you follow her? With what intention? When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them. Well, where I get hazy is where the cleaning woman shows up the following morning and finds your wife in bed with her lover riddled with .28 caliber bullets. Now, does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence Mr. Dufresne, or is it just me? Yet you still maintain that you threw your gun into the river before the murders took place. That’s very convenient. The police dragged that river for three days and nary a gun was found. So there could be no comparison made between your gun and the bullets taken from the blood-stained corpses of the victims. And that, also, is very convenient. Isn’t it, Mr. Dufresne? Ladies and gentlemen you’ve heard all the evidence, you know all the facts. We have the accused at the scene of the crime. We have footprints, tiretracks, bullets strewn on the ground, which bear his fingerprints a broken bourbon bottle, likewise with fingerprints, and most of all we have a beautiful young woman and her lover lying dead in each others arms. They had sinned. But was their crime so great as to merit a death sentence? Now, while you think about that think about this a revolver holds six bullets, not eight. I submit that this was not a hot-blooded crime of passion. That at least could be understood, if not condemned. No. This was revenge of a much more brutal and cold-blooded nature. Consider this, four bullets per victim. Not six shots fired, but eight. That means that he fired the gun empty and then stopped to reload so that he could shoot each of them again. An extra bullet per lover. Right in the head.”
Shawshank State Prison
“Hey, Red. How’d it go? Yeah. I know how you feel. I’m up for rejection next week. Yeah, I got rejected last week. It happens. Hey, Red, bump me a deck. Four.”
“Hey, Red. Meat! Meat! Hey, fish, come over here! Understand, new fish? Come on, fish, come over here! Takin’ bets today, Red? Smokes. Put me down for two. That little sack of shit. Mmm, eighth. Eighth from the front. He’ll be first.”
“Yeah, me too. Heywood, you’re so smart, you call it. Fresh fish! Fresh fish today! We’re reelin’ ’em in! What do you say, Red? That guy? Never happen. That’s a rich bet.”
“Return to your cell blocks for evening count. All prisoners return to your cell blocks.”
“When do we eat?”
“Lights out! Yoo-hoo. Hey, fish. Fish, fish, fish, fish, fishy. Hey, boy, you scared of the dark? Lookit here, new fish. You’ll wish your daddy never dicked your mama. Fishy! Piggy! Pork! I want me a pork chop! Lawd, yes! You writin’ this down, fish? Yoo-hoo. Gonna be a quiz later. Poke your ass out, gimme a first look! Shh! Keep it down.”
“If you sleep, you’re gonna have nightmares. If you dream, you’re gonna dream about me. God! I don’t belong here! We have a winner! I wanna go home! It’s the fat guy! It’s the fat guy! I don’t belong here. I wanna go home. I want my mother. I had your mother. She wasn’t that great. He took the Lord’s name in vain! I’m tellin’ the warden! You gotta let me outta here. Please. I ain’t supposed to be here. Not me. Please! There’s been a mistake. You don’t understand! I’m not supposed to be here! Me neither!”
“You people run this place like a fuckin’ prison. Captain, take it easy! Goddamn! Tier 3-North, clear count. Tier 2-North, clear count! Tier 2-South, clear! Tier 3-South, clear. Tier 1-North, clear. Tier 1-South, clear. Tier 4-South, clear. Prepare to roll out! Roll out!”
“Move along. Next. Here you go. Next. Next. Come on, move it along. Go. Oh, no, no, here he comes. I can’t stand this guy. Smell my ass. After he smells mine. Dead. Hadley busted his head up pretty good. Doc had already gone home for the night poor bastard laid there ’till this mornin’. By then, hell, there wasn’t nothin’ we could do.”
“Hey. Anybody come at you yet? Anybody get to you yet? Hey, we all need friends in here. I could be a friend to you. Hey. Hard to get. I like that.”
“Let’s go! Some of us got a schedule to keep! Move it! Come on, move it! Bob, how ya doin’? How’s the wife treatin’ ya? Whoop, whoop. Easy. Keep it movin’! Go! Red. Next! Come on, step it up. Not today. No. Pass. Uh-uh. Dufresne! We’re runnin’ low on hexite. Head on back and fetch us up some. Got it? Lower. Easy.”
“Honey. Hush. That’s it. You fight. It’s better that way. Call the count! Stay in line there. Move! Come on! Wallace E. Hunger. Ellis Redding. Andrew Dufresne. Right here.”
“Oh, damn, Byron, I’m sorry to hear that. Geez, Louise! You gonna see any of that? Dollars? Holy shit, that’s great! That’s like winnin’ the sweepstakes, isn’t it? Alright, you’ll pay some taxes, but you’ll still end up– hey!”
“‘Co-workers.’ That’s rich, ain’t it? Let’s go! Work!”
“Perimeter check. Perimeter check, North wall. Sit down. Take a walk. I gotta change the reel. I said, fuck off! Ain’t you gonna scream? Broke my fuckin’ nose! Now, I’m gonna open my fly and you’re gonna swallow what I give you to swallow. Then when you swallowed mine you’re gonna swallow Rooster’s. You done broke his nose I think he ought have something to show for it. No. You don’t understand. You do that and I’ll put all eight inches of this steel in your ear. Where do you get this shit? Honey.. …you shouldn’t.”
“Time’s up, Bogs. It’s your world, boss. Return to your cell blocks for evening count. All prisoners report for lock-in. What? Where’s he goin’? No! No! No! Help me!”
“Heywood, that isn’t soapstone. It ain’t alabaster either. He’s right. It ain’t. It’s a horse apple. Okay, look alive! Open all tiers! Heads up. They’re tossin’ the cells.”
“119.”
Brooks Hatlen
“Are y… are you going to eat that? Do you mind? Ohh. That’s nice and ripe. Jake says, ‘thank you.’ Fell out of his nest over by the plate shop. I’m gonna look after him until he’s big enough to fly.”
“Book? Book? Book? Book? Dufresne. Here’s your book.”
Parole Board
“Sit. We see by your file you’ve served 20 years of a life sentence.”
“Do you feel you’ve been rehabilitated?”
The Judge
“You strike me as a particularly icy and remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne. It chills my blood just to look at you. By the power vested in me by the state of Maine I hereby order you to serve two life sentences back to back. One for each of your victims. So be it.”
