RED (V.O.)

As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.

HEYWOOD

(approaches with a beer)

Here's a cold one, Andy.

ANDY

No thanks. I gave up drinking.

Heywood drifts back to others, giving them a look.

RED (V.O.)

You could argue he'd 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.

EXT -- PRISON YARD -- THE BLEACHERS -- DAY (1949)

Andy and Red play checkers. Red makes his move.

RED

King me.

ANDY

Chess. Now there's a game of kings. Civilized… strategic…

RED

…and totally fuckin' inexplicable. Hate that game.

ANDY

Maybe you'll let me teach you someday. I've been thinking of getting a board together.

RED

You come to the right place. I'm the man who can get things.

ANDY

We might do business on a board. But the pieces, I'd like to carve those myself. One side done in quartz… the opposing side in limestone.

RED

That'd take you years.

ANDY

Years I've got. What I don't have are the rocks. Pickings here in the exercise yard are pretty slim.

RED

How's that rock-hammer workin' out anyway? Scratch your name on your wall yet?

ANDY

(smiles)

Not yet. I suppose I should.

RED

Andy? I guess we're gettin' to be friends, ain't we?

ANDY

I suppose we are.

RED

I ask a question? Why'd you do it?

ANDY

I'm innocent, remember? Just like everybody else here.

Red takes this as a gentle rebuff, keeps playing.

ANDY

What are you in for, Red?

RED

Murder. Same as you.

ANDY

Innocent?

RED

The only guilty man in Shawshank.

INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1949)

Andy lies in his bunk after lights out, polishing a fragment of quartz by the light of the moon. He pauses, glancing at all the names scratched in the wall. He rises, makes sure the coast is clear, and starts scratching his name into the cement with his rock-hammer, adding to the record.

RAY MILLAND

fills the screen in glorious (and scratchy) black & white, suffering a bad case of DT's…

INT -- PRISON AUDITORIUM -- NIGHT (1949)

…while a CONVICT AUDIENCE hoots and catcalls, talking back to the screen. We find Red slouched in a folding chair, watching the movie. Andy enters, backlit by the flickering glare of the projector, and takes a seat next to him.

RED

Here's the good part. Bugs come out of the walls to get his ass.

ANDY

I know. I've seen it three times this month already.

Ray Milland starts SCREAMING. The entire audience SCREAMS with him, high-pitched and hysterical. Andy fidgets.

ANDY

Can we talk business?

RED

Sure. What do you want?

ANDY

Rita Hayworth. Can you get her?

RED

No problem. Take a few weeks.

ANDY

Weeks?

RED

Don't have her stuffed down my pants this very moment, sorry to say. Relax. What are you so nervous about? She's just a woman.