ANDY

What was his name?

HEYWOOD

What? What'd you say?

ANDY

I was wondering if anyone knew his name.

HEYWOOD

What the fuck you care, new fish?

(resumes eating)

Doesn't matter what his fuckin' name was. He's dead.

INT -- PRISON LAUNDRY -- DAY (1947)

A DEAFENING NOISE of industrial washers and presses. Andy works the laundry line. A nightmarish job. He's new at it. BOB, the con foreman, elbows him aside and shows him how it's done.

INT -- SHOWERS -- DAY (1947)

Shower heads mounted in bare concrete. Andy showers with a dozen or more men. No modesty here. At least the water is good and hot, soothing his tortured muscles.

Bogs looms from the billowing steam, smiling, checking Andy up and down. Rooster and PETE appear from the sides. The Sisters.

BOGS

You're some sweet punk. You been broke in yet?

Andy tries to step past them. He gets shoved around, nothing serious, just some slap and tickle. Jackals sizing up prey.

BOGS

Hard to get. I like that.

Andy breaks free, flushed and shaking. He hurries off, leaving the three Sisters laughing.

INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947)

Andy lies staring at the darkness, unable to sleep.

EXT -- EXERCISE YARD -- DAY (1947)

Exercise period. Red plays catch with Heywood and Jigger, lazily tossing a baseball around. Red notices Andy off to the side. Nods hello. Andy takes this as a cue to amble over. Heywood and Jigger pause, watching.

ANDY

(offers his hand)

Hello. I'm Andy Dufresne.

Red glances at the hand, ignores it. The game continues.

RED

The wife-killin' banker.

ANDY

How do you know that?

RED

I keep my ear to the ground. Why'd you do it?

ANDY

I didn't, since you ask.

RED

Hell, you'll fit right in, then.

(off Andy's look)

Everyone's innocent in here, don't you know that? Heywood! What are you in for, boy?

HEYWOOD

Didn't do it! Lawyer fucked me!

Red gives Andy a look.

RED

See?

ANDY

What else have you heard?

RED

People say you're a cold fish. They say you think your shit smells sweeter than ordinary. That true?

ANDY

What do you think?

RED

Ain't made up my mind yet.

Heywood nudges Jigger. Watch this. He winds up and throws the ball hard -- right at Andy's head. Andy sees it coming out of the corner of his eye, whirls and catches it. Beat. He sends the ball right back, zinging it into Heywood's hands. Heywood drops the ball and grimaces, wringing his stung hands.

ANDY

I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.

RED

I'm known to locate certain things from time to time. They seem to fall into my hands. Maybe it's 'cause I'm Irish.

ANDY

I wonder if you could get me a rock-hammer?

RED

What is it and why?

ANDY

You make your customers' motives a part of your business?

RED

If you wanted a toothbrush, I wouldn't ask questions. I'd just quote a price. A toothbrush, see, is a non-lethal sort of object.