That's real pretty, Red. Nice work.

HEYWOOD

Shovel man in. Watch the dirt.

CONTINUED

Heywood jumps in and starts spading out the hole.

BY THE TRUCK

Youngblood glances up and sees the men on the slope.

YOUNGBLOOD

What the fuck.

HADLEY

(follows his gaze)

HEY! YOU MEN UP THERE! GET YOUR ASSES OFF THAT SLOPE!

(works his rifle bolt)

YOU HAPPY ASSHOLES GONE DEAF? YOU GOT FIVE SECONDS 'FORE I SHOOT SOMEBODY!

Suddenly, other cons start breaking away in groups, dozens of them heading toward the slope. The guards look around.

HADLEY

What am I, talkin' to myself?

ON THE SLOPE

Andy pulls a towel-wrapped bundle from his jacket and unfolds it. Jake. Andy lays him in the box, followed by Brook's letter. Red places the casket in the hole. A moment of silence. Andy gives Red with an encouraging nod.

RED

Lord. Brooks was a sinner. Jake was just a crow. Neither was much to look at. Both got institutionalized. See what you can do for 'em. Amen.

Muttered "amens" all around. The boys shovel dirt onto the small grave and tamp it down.

INT -- SHAWSHANK CORRIDORS -- DAY (1955)

RAPID DOLLY with Hadley. He's striding, pissed-off, a man on the mission. He straight-arms a door and emerges onto --

EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON WALL -- DAY (1955)

-- the wall overlooking the exercise yard. He leans on the railing, scans the yard, sees Andy chatting with Red.

HADLEY

Dufresne! What the fuck did you do?

(Andy looks up)

Your ass, warden's office, now!

Andy shoots a worried look at Red, then heads off.

INT -- GUARD DESK/WARDEN'S OUTER OFFICE -- DAY (1955)

Dozens of parcel boxes litter the floor. WILEY, the duty guard, picks through them. Hadley enters, trailed by Andy.

ANDY

What is all this?

HADLEY

You tell me, fuck-stick! They're addressed to you, every damn one!

Wiley thrusts an envelope at Andy. Andy just stares at it.

WILEY

Well, take it.

Andy takes the envelope, pulls out a letter, reads:

ANDY

"Dear Mr. Dufresne. In response to your repeated inquiries, the State Senate has allocated the enclosed funds for your library project… "

(stunned, examines check)

This is two hundred dollars.

Wiley grins. Hadley glares at him. The grin vanishes.

ANDY

"In addition, the Library District has generously responded with a charitable donation of used books and sundries. We trust this will fill your needs. We now consider the matter closed. Please stop sending us letters. Yours truly, the State Comptroller's Office."

Andy gazes around at the boxes. The riches of the world lay at his feet. His eyes mist with emotion at the sight.

HADLEY

I want all this cleared out before the warden gets back, I shit you not.

Hadley exits. Andy touches the boxes like a love-struck man touching a beautiful woman. Wiley grins.

WILEY

Good for you, Andy.

ANDY

Only took six years.

(beat)

From now on, I send two letters a week instead of one.

WILEY

(laughs, shakes his head)