TILT UP to Andy. Smiling in Norton's gray pinstripe suit.
ANDY
My name is Peter Stevens. I've come to close out some accounts.
254 INT -- BANK -- SHORTLY LATER (1966) 254
The teller is cutting a cashier's check while the MANAGER carefully examines Mr. Stevens'
various I.D.s.
RED (V.O.)
He had all the proper I.D. Driver's license, birth certificate, social
security card. The signature was a spot-on match.
MANAGER
I must say I'm sorry to be losing your business. I hope you'll enjoy
living abroad.
ANDY
Thank you. I'm sure I will.
TELLER
Here's your cashier's check, sir. Will there be anything else?
ANDY
Please. Would you add this to your outgoing mail?
He hands her a package, stamped and addressed. Gives them a
pleasant smile. Turns and strolls from the bank.
RED (V.O.)
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Mr. Stevens visited nearly a dozen banks in the Portland area that
morning. All told, he blew town with better than 370 thousand dollars of Warden Norton's money.
Severance pay for nineteen years.
255 INT -- OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 255
A MAN in shirtsleeves is going through the mail on his desk. He finds Andy's package, rips it open.
Pulls out the black ledger and files. Scans a cover letter. Holy shit. He dashes to his door and
yanks it open, revealing the words on the glass: "PORTLAND DAILY BUGLE -- Editor In Chief."
MAN
Hal! Dave! Get your butts in here!
256 INT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- DAY (1966) 256
Norton walks slowly toward his office. Dazed. The morning paper in his hand. He goes wordlessly
past the DUTY GUARD into his office. Shuts the door. Lays the paper on his desk.
The headline reads: "CORRUPTION AND MURDER AT SHAWSHANK."
Below that, the sub-headline: "D.A. Has Ledger. Indictments
Expected." Norton looks up as SIRENS SWELL in the distance.
257 EXT -- SHAWSHANK PRISON -- WIDE SHOT -- DAY (1966) 257
For the second time, State Police cruisers go rocketing up the road with SIRENS AND LIGHTS.
258 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 258
Norton opens his safe and pulls out the "ledger" -- it's Andy's Bible. The title page is inscribed by
hand: "Dear Warden. You were right. Salvation lay within." Norton flips to the center of the book --
and finds the pages hollowed out in the shape of a rock-hammer.
259 EXT -- PRISON -- DAY (1966) 259
Police cruisers everywhere. A media circus. REPORTERS jostle
for position. A colorless DISTRICT ATTORNEY steps forward into
CLOSEUP, flanked by a contingent of S.ATE TROOPERS.
D.A.
Byron Hadley?
ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal Captain Hadley. Staring. Waiting.
D.A.
You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say will be used against
you in court...
TROOPERS move in, cuffing Hadley's hands behind his back. The
D.A. drones on. FLASHBULBS POP. Hadley says nothing. His face
scrunches up. He begins to cry.
RED (V.O.)
I wasn't there to see it, but I hear Byron Hadley was sobbing like a little girl when they took him
away.
Hadley sobs all the way to the car. The D.A. snaps a gaze up toward Norton's window, motions his
men to follow.
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260 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 260
Norton is staring out the window as they approach the building. He goes to his desk, opens a
drawer. Inside lies a revolver and a box of shells.
RED (V.O.)
Norton had no intention of goin' that quietly.
261 INT -- PRISON CORRIDORS -- DAY (1966) 261
The D.A. marches along amidst a phalanx of TROOPERS.
262 INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- DAY (1966) 262
Norton sits blankly at his desk, revolver before him. The doorknob rattles, a VOICE is heard:
D.A. (O.S.)
Samuel Norton?