NORTON

Terrible thing. Man that young, less than a year to go, trying to escape. Broke Captain Hadley's heart to shoot him, truly it did.

ANDY

I'm done. It stops right now. Get H&R Block to declare your income.

Norton lunges to his feet, eyes sparkling with rage.

NORTON

Nothing stops! NOTHING!

(tight)

Or you will do the hardest time there is. No more protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that one-bunk Hilton and put you in with the biggest bull queer I can find. You'll think you got fucked by a train! And the library? Gone! Sealed off brick by brick! We'll have us a little book-barbecue in the yard! They'll see the flames for miles! We'll dance around it like wild Indians! Do you understand me? Are you catching my drift?

SLOW PUSH IN on Andy's face. Eyes hollow. His beaten expression says it all…

EXT -- PRISON YARD -- DAY (1966)

Red finds Andy sitting in the shadow of the high stone wall, poking listlessly through the dust for small pebbles. Red waits for some acknowledgment. Andy doesn't even look up. Red hunkers down and joins him. Nothing is said for the longest time. And then, softly:

ANDY

My wife used to say I'm a hard man to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time.

(pause)

She was beautiful. I loved her. But I guess I couldn't show it enough.

(softly)

I killed her, Red.

Andy finally glances to Red, seeking a reaction. Silence.

ANDY

I didn't pull the trigger. But I drove her away. That's why she died. Because of me, the way I am.

RED

That don't make you a murderer. Bad husband, maybe.

Andy smiles faintly in spite of himself. Red gives his shoulder a squeeze.

RED

Feel bad about it if you want. But you didn't pull the trigger.

ANDY

No. I didn't. Someone else did, and I wound up here. Bad luck, I guess.

RED

Bad luck? Jesus.

ANDY

It floats around. Has to land on somebody. Say a storm comes through. Some folks sit in their living rooms and enjoy the rain. The house next door gets torn out of the ground and smashed flat. It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado.

(softly)

I just had no idea the storm would go on as long as it has.

(glances to him)

Think you'll ever get out of here?

RED

Sure. When I got a long white beard and about three marbles left rolling around upstairs.

ANDY

Tell you where I'd go. Zihuatanejo.

RED

Zihuatanejo?

ANDY

Mexico. Little place right on the Pacific. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I'd like to finish out my life, Red. A warm place with no memory. Open a little hotel right on the beach. Buy some worthless old boat and fix it up like new. Take my guests out charter fishing.