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1m13s
I don't think you ought to be doing this to yourself, Andy. These are just shitty pipe dreams. I mean, Mexico is way the hell down there and you're in here. And that's the way it is. Yeah, right. That's the way it is. It's down there and I'm in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying. Andy. Red. If you ever get out of here, do me a favor. Sure, Andy. Anything. There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is? - Well, just... There's a lot of hayfields up there. - One in particular. It's got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak.
The Shawshank Redemption
2m18s
And I hope, wherever he is, he's doing OK and making new friends. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up, scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager, while I was at it. Sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided... not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. "I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me." PS. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. "No hard feelings. Brooks."
The Shawshank Redemption
1m16s
I feel bad. I let him down. Ah, that's crap, kid. He's proud of you. We've been friends a long time so I know him as good as anybody. - A smart fellow, ain't he? - As smart as they come. He used to be a banker on the outside. What's he in here for, anyway? Murder. The hell you say! You wouldn't think it to look at the guy. He caught his wife in bed with some golf pro. He greased them both. What? About four years ago, I was in Thomaston on a two-to-three stretch. I stole a car. It was a dumb-fuck thing to do. About six months left to go, I get a new cellmate in. Elmo Blatch. Big, twitchy fucker. Kind of roomie you pray you don't get. You know what I'm saying? Six-to-twelve, armed burglary. He said he'd pulled hundreds of jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung as he was. You'd cut a loud fart, he'd jump three feet in the air.
The Shawshank Redemption
35.5s
He's talking funnier. - I'm really worried about him. - We ought to keep an eye on him. That's fine during the day, but at night he's got that cell all to himself. Oh, Lord. What? Andy come down to the loading dock today. - He asked me for a length of rope. - Rope? Six feet long. And you gave it to him? Sure I did. Why wouldn't I? Jesus, Heywood. Hey, how the hell was I supposed to know? Remember Brooks Hatlen? No.
The Shawshank Redemption