INT -- HALLWAY -- NIGHT (1966)

Norton exits his office and strolls off whistling. PUSH IN on the open door. We see Andy at the guard's desk, pulling Norton's dress shoes from their box.

RED (V.O.)

Andy did like he was told. Buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine.

INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- MINUTES LATER (1966)

Andy sorts through Norton's three suits. He pauses, checking the gray pinstripe. Nice.

INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1966)

The guard BUZZES Andy through. Andy walks toward us.

RED (V.O.)

The guard simply didn't notice. Neither did I. I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man's shoes?

TILT DOWN as he passes by. Yep, he's wearing Norton's shoes.

INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966)

The lights go out. Andy places the last chess piece. Gazes up at Racquel. Smiles. Pulls the rope from under his pillow. He stands and unbuttons his prison shirt, revealing Norton's gray pinstripe suit underneath. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING floods the cell, throwing wild shadows.

INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966)

The storm rages. Andy, naked, carefully slips Norton's folded suit into a large industrial Zip-Lock bag. Next to go in are the shoes, chess pieces (already in a smaller bag), black ledger en files. Last but not least, a bar of soap wrapped in a towel.

INT -- TUNNEL -- NIGHT (1966)

Andy, again wearing prison clothes, inches down the tunnel.

INT -- SHAFT -- NIGHT (1966)

Andy squeezes through the hole head-first, emerges to the waist, He reaches for the opposite wall, manages to snag a steel conduit with his fingers.

Suddenly, a huge rat darts for his hand. Andy yanks away and almost plummets head-first down the shaft. He dangles wildly upside-down for a moment, arms windmilling, then gets his hands pressed firmly against the opposite wall. The rat scurries off, pissed.

Andy snags the conduit again. He contorts out of the hole and dangles into the shaft. We now see the purpose for the rope: the plastic bag hangs from his ankle with about two feet of slack.

He kicks his legs across the shaft, gets his feet braced. Wit his back against one wall and feet against the other, he starts down the shaft. Sliding dangerously. Using pipes for handholds. Flinching as rats dart this way and that, scurrying in the shadows. He drops the last few feet to the bottom.

He approaches the ceramic sewer pipe and kneels before it. Pulls out the rock-hammer and says a quick silent prayer. Raises the rock-hammer high and swings it down with all his might. Once, twice -- third time lucky. An enormous eruption of sewage cascades into the air as if rocket-propelled, the Mount St. Helens of shit. Andy is instantly coated black. He turns away and heaves his guts out. The shit keeps coming.

INT -- SEWER PIPE -- NIGHT (1966)

Andy peers down through the hole, playing his penlight aroun5, The inside diameter is no more than two feet. Tight squeeze. Coated with crud. It seems to go on for miles.