…there was Andy, keeping the books.

Andy finishes preparing two bank deposits. Norton hovers near the desk, keeping a watchful eye.

ANDY

Two deposits, Casco Bank and New England First. Night drop, like always.

Norton pockets the envelopes. Andy crosses to the wall safe and shoves the ledger and sundry files inside. Norton locks the safe, swings his wife's framed sampler back into place. He cocks his thumb at some laundry and two suits in the corner.

NORTON

Get my stuff down t'laundry. Two suits for dry-clean and a bag of whatnot. Tell 'em if they over- starch my shirts again, they're gonna hear about it from me.

(adjusts his tie)

How do I look?

ANDY

Very nice.

NORTON

Big charity to-do up Portland way. Governor's gonna be there.

(indicates pie)

Want the rest of that? Woman can't bake worth shit.

INT -- PRISON CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1965)

Andy trudges down the corridor with Norton's laundry, the pie box under his arm.

INT -- LIBRARY -- DAY (1965)

TILT UP FROM PIE to find Red munching away as he helps Andy sort books on the shelves.

RED

Got his fingers in a lot of pies, from what I hear.

ANDY

What you hear isn't half of it. He's got scams you haven't dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. There's a river of dirty money flowing through this place.

RED

Money like that can be a problem. Sooner or later you gotta explain where it came from.

ANDY

That's where I come in. I channel it, funnel it, filter it…stocks, securities, tax free municipals… I send that money out into the big world. And when it comes back…

RED

It's clean as a virgin's whistle?

ANDY

Cleaner. By the time Norton retires, I will have made him a millionaire.

RED

Jesus. They ever catch on, he's gonna wind up wearing a number himself.

ANDY

(smiles)

I thought you had more faith in me than that.

RED

I'm sure you're good, but all that paper leaves a trail. Anybody gets too curious -- FBI, IRS, whatever -- that trail's gonna lead to somebody.

ANDY

Sure it will. But not to me, and certainly not to the warden.

RED

Who then?

ANDY

Peter Stevens.

RED

Who?

ANDY

The silent, silent partner. He's the guilty one, your Honor. The man with the bank accounts. That's where the filtering process starts. They trace it back, all they're gonna find is him.

RED

Yeah, okay, but who the hell is he?

ANDY

A phantom. An apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.

(off Red's look)

I conjured him out of thin air. He doesn't exist…except on paper.

RED

You can't just make a person up.

ANDY

Sure you can, if you know how the system works, and where the cracks are. It's amazing what you can accomplish by mail. Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate, social security card, driver's license. They ever track those accounts, they'll wind up chasing a figment of my imagination.

RED

Jesus. Did I say you were good? You're Rembrandt.