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Three deposits tonight. Andy did like he was told. Buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guard simply didn't notice. Neither did I. I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man's shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through 500 yards of shit-smelling foulness I can't even imagine. Or maybe I just don't want to.
The Shawshank Redemption
44.7s
Tier 3 South. Clear. Tier 4 North. Clear. - Tier 3 North. Clear. - Man missing on Tier 2. - Cell 245. - Dufresne. Get your ass out here, boy. You're holding up the show. Don't make me come down there. I'll thump your skull for you. Damn it, Dufresne, you're putting me behind! I got a schedule to keep. You'd better be sick or dead in there, I shit you not! You hear me? Oh, my holy God.
The Shawshank Redemption
23.5s
The silent silent partner. He's the guilty one, Your Honor. The man with the bank accounts. That's where the filtering process starts. If they trace anything, it's just going to lead to him. But who is he? He's a phantom, an apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit. I conjured him... out of thin air. He doesn't exist, except on paper.
The Shawshank Redemption
21.4s
If they ever catch on, though, he's gonna wind up in here wearing a number himself. Now, Red, I thought you had a little more faith in me than that. I know you're good, Andy, but all that paper leaves a trail. Now, anybody gets curious, the FBI, the IRS, whatever, it's gonna lead to somebody. Sure it is. But not to me. And certainly not to the Warden.
The Shawshank Redemption
39.4s
Son, son. Six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth. Not one of them born... whose asshole wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you asked them for funds. The budget's stretched thin, as it is. I see. Perhaps I could write to the State Senate and request funds from them. As far as they're concerned, there's only three WAYS TO SPEND MONEY WHEN IT COMES TO PRISONS: More walls, more bars and more guards. Still, I'd like to try, with your permission. A letter a week. They can't ignore me forever. Sure can. But you write your letters, if it makes you happy. I'll even mail them for you. How's that?
The Shawshank Redemption