Andy wrestles the phonograph player onto the guards' desk,
sweeping things onto the floor in his haste. He plugs the
machine in. A red light warms up. The platter starts spinning.
He slides the Mozart album from its sleeve, lays it on the
platter, and lowers the tone arm to his favorite cut. The
needle HISSES in the groove...and the MUSIC begins, lilting
and gorgeous. Andy sinks into Wiley's chair, overcome by its
beauty. It is "Deutino: Che soave zeffiretto," a duet sung by
Susanna and the Contessa.
132 INT -- BATHROOM -- DAY (1955) 132
Wiley pauses reading, puzzled. He thinks he hears music.
Andy? You hear that?
133 INT -- GUARD STATION/OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 133
Andy shoots a look at the bathroom...and smiles. Go for broke.
He lunges to his feet and barricades the front door, then the
bathroom. He returns to the desk and positions the P.A.
microphone. He works up his courage, then flicks all the
toggles to "on." A SQUEAL OF FEEDBACK echoes briefly...
134 INT/EXT -- VARIOUS P.A. SPEAKERS -- DAY (1955) 134
...and the Mozart is suddenly broadcast all over the prison.
135 INT -- BATHROOM -- DAY (1955) 135
Wiley lunges to his feet, pants tangling around his ankles.
136 INT/EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- VARIOUS LOCATIONS -- DAY (1955) 136
Cons all over the prison stop whatever they're doing, freezing
in mid-step to listen, gazing up at the speakers.
137 The stamping machines in the plate shop are shut down... 137
138 The laundry line goes silent, grinding to a halt... 138
139 The wood shop machines are turned off, buzzing to a stop... 139
140 The motor pool...the kitchen...the loading dock...the exercise 140
thru yard...the numbing routine of prison life itself...all grinds thru
143 to a stuttering halt. Nobody moves, nobody speaks. Everybody 143
just stands in place, listening to the MUSIC, hypnotized.
144 INT -- GUARD STATION -- DAY (1955) 144
Andy is reclined in the chair, transported, arms fluidly
conducting the music. Ecstasy and rapture. Shawshank no
longer exists. It has been banished from the mind of men.
145 EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- DAY (1955) 145
CAMERA TRACKS along groups of men, all riveted.
I have no idea to this day what
them two Italian ladies were
singin' about. Truth is, I don't
want to know. Some things are best
left unsaid. I like to think they
were singin' about something so
beautiful it can't be expressed in
words, and makes your heart ache
because of it.
CAMERA brings us to Red.
I tell you, those voices soared.
Higher and farther than anybody in
a gray place dares to dream. It was
like some beautiful bird flapped
into our drab little cage and made
these walls dissolve away...and for
the briefest of moments -- every
last man at Shawshank felt free.
146 INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- DAY (1955) 146
FAST DOLLY with Norton striding up the hallway with Hadley.
It pissed the warden off something
147 INT -- GUARD STATION/OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955) 147
Norton and Hadley break the door in. Andy looks up with a
sublime smile. We hear Wiley POUNDING on the bathroom door:
LET ME OUUUUT!
148 INT -- SOLITARY WING -- DAY (1955) 148
LOW ANGLE SLOW PUSH IN on the massive, rust-streaked steel
door. God, this is a terrible place to be.
Andy got two weeks in the hole for
that little stunt.
149 INT -- SOLITARY CONFINEMENT -- DAY (1955) 149
Andy doesn't seem to mind. His arms sweep to the music still
playing in his head. We hear a FAINT ECHO of the soaring duet.
150 INT -- MESS HALL -- DAY (1955) 1 50
Couldn't play somethin' good, huh?
They broke the door down before I
could take requests.
Was it worth two weeks in the hole?
Easiest time I ever did.
Shit. No such thing as easy time in
the hole. A week seems like a year.
I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
Hardly felt the time at all.
Oh, they let you tote that record
player down there, huh? I could'a
swore they confiscated that stuff.
(taps his heart, his head)
The music was here...and here.
That's the one thing they can't
confiscate, not ever. That's the
beauty of it. Haven't you ever felt
that way about music, Red?
Played a mean harmonica as a younger
man. Lost my taste for it. Didn't
make much sense on the inside.
Here's where it makes most sense.
We need it so we don't forget.
That there are things in this world
not carved out of gray stone. That
there's a small place inside of us
they can never lock away, and that
place is called hope.