《THE SHAWSHANK REMDEMPTION(肖申克的救赎英文版)》第38章

　　I could use a good man

　　to help me get my project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready.

　　(beat)

　　Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I

　　will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.

　　By now, tears are spilling silently down Red's cheeks. He opens the other envelope and fans out a

　　stack of new fifty- dollar bills. Twenty of them. A thousand dollars.

　　293 INT -- RED'S ROOM -- DAY (1967) 293

　　Red is dressed in his suit. He finishes knotting his tie, puts his hat on. His bag is by the door. He

　　takes one last look around. Only one thing left to do. He pulls a wooden chair to the center of the

　　room and gazes up at the ceiling beam.

　　RED (V.O.)

　　Get busy living or get busy dying. That is goddamn right.

　　He steps up on the chair. It wobbles under his weight.

　　294 INT -- BREWSTER -- RED'S DOOR -- DAY (1967) 294

　　The door opens. Red exits with his bag and heads down the stairs, leaving the door open.

　　CAMERA PUSHES through, BOOMING

　　UP to the ceiling beam which reads: "Brooks Hatlen was here."

　　A new message has been carved alongside the old: "So was Red."

　　295 INT -- GREYHOUND BUS STATION -- DAY (1967) 295

　　TRACKING SHOT reveals a long line of people at the counter.

　　RED (V.O.)

　　For the second time in my life, I am guilty of committing a crime.

　　CAMERA brings us to Red, next in line, bag by his feet.

　　RED (V.O.)

　　Parole violation. I doubt they'll toss up any roadblocks for that.

　　Not for an old crook like me.

　　RED

　　73

　　(steps up)

　　McNary, Texas?

　　296 EXT -- TRAVELING SHOT -- DAY (1967) 296

　　A gorgeous New England landscape whizzes by, fields and trees

　　a blur of motion. ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal a Greyhound Sceni-

　　Cruiser barreling up the road, pulling abreast of us. CAMERA

　　TRAVELS from window to window, passing faces. We finally come

　　to Red gazing out at the passing landscape.

　　RED (V.O.)

　　I find I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement

　　only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain...

　　297 THE BUS 297

　　ROARS past camera, dwindling to a mere speck on the horizon.

　　RED (V.O.)

　　I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the

　　Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.

　　(beat)

　　I hope.

　　298 EXT -- BEACH -- WIDE PANORAMIC SHOT -- DAY (1967) 298

　　A distant boat lies on its side in the sand like an old wreck that's been left to rot in the sun. There's

　　someone out there.

　　299 CLOSER ON BOAT 299

　　A MAN is meticulously stripping the old paint and varnish by hand, face hidden with goggles and

　　kerchief mask.

　　Red appears b.g., a distant figure walking out across the sand, wearing his cheap suit and carrying

　　his cheap bag.

　　The man on the boat pauses. Turns slowly around. Red arrives with a smile as wide as the horizon.

　　The other man raises his goggles and pulls down his mask. Andy, of course.

　　ANDY

　　You look like a man who knows how to get things.

　　RED

　　I'm known to locate certain things from time to time.

　　Red shrugs off his jacket and picks up a sander. Together, they start sanding the hull as we fade

　　out

　　THE END

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