肖申克的救赎
You know some birds are not meant to be caged，their feathers are just too bright.
你知道，有些鸟儿是注定不会被关在牢笼里的，它们的每一片羽毛都闪耀着自由的光辉。
There is something inside，that they can’t get to，that they can’t touch. That’s yours.
那是一种内在的东西，他们到达不了，也无法触及的，那是你的。
Selected Scene 1：
Red：And that’s how it came to pass，that on the second-to-last day of the job，the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of 1949 wound up sitting in a row at ten o’clock in the morning，drinking icy cold Black Label beer，courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Hadley：Drink up while it’s cold，ladies.
Red：The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders，and felt like free men. Hell，We could’ve been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation. As for Andy，he spent that break hunkered in the shade，a strange little smile on his face，watching us drink his beer.
Heywood：Want a cold one，Andy？
Andy：No thanks. I gave up drinking.
Red：You could argue he’d done it to curry favor with the guards. Or maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me，I think he did it just to feel normal again... if only for a short while.
Selected Scene 2：
Red：I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singin’about. Truth is，I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singin’about something so beautiful it can’t be expressed in words，and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you，those voices soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away... and for the briefest of moments-every last man at Shawshank felt free. It pissed the warden off something awful.
Warden：Open the door. Open it up！ Dufrense，open this door！ Turn that off！ I am warning you，Dufrense，turn that off！
Hadley：Dufrense，you are mine now.
Red：Andy got two weeks in the hole for that little stunt.
Hadley：On your feet.
Con 1：Hey，look who’s here.
Con 2：Maestro.
Hey wood：You，you couldn’t play somethin’good，huh？Like Hank Williams？
Andy：They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Floyd：Was it worth two weeks in the hole？
Andy：Easiest time I ever did.
Heywood：Oh，shit. No such thing as easy time in the hole. A week in the hole is like a year.
Snooze：Damn straight.
Andy：I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
Red：So they let you tote that record player down there，huh？
Andy：It was in here... in here. That’s the beauty of music. They can’t get that from you. Haven’t you ever felt that way about music？
Red：Well I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost my interest in it，though. Didn’t make much sense in here.
Andy：Here’s where it makes most sense. You need it so you don’t forget.
Red：Forget？
Andy：Forget that there are places in the world that aren’t made out of stone，that there’s... there’s something inside that they can’t get to and they can’t touch. That’s yours.
Red：What are you talking about？
Andy：Hope.
Red：Hope. Let me tell you something，my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It’s got no use on the inside. You’d better get used to the idea.
Andy：Like Brooks did？
Selected Scene 3：
Red：He’s 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：Can be a problem having all that money. ’Cause sooner or later you’re gotta have to explain where it came from.
Andy：That’s where I come in. I channel it，filter it，funnel it... stocks，securities，tax-free municipals... I send that money out into the real world. And when it comes back...
Red：Clean as a virgin’s honeybunch？
Andy：Cleaner. By the time Norton retires，I will have made him a millionaire.
Red：If they ever catch on him，he’s gonna wind up here wearing a number himself.
Andy：Oh Red，I thought you had a little more faith in me than that.
Red：I know you’re good，but all that paper leaves a trail. Now anybody gets curious，FBI，IRS，whatever. It’s going to lead to somebody.
Andy：Sure it is. But not to me，and certainly not to the warden.
Red：All right，who？
Andy：Randall Stevens.
Red：Who？
Andy：The“silent”silent partner. He’s the guilty one，your Honor. The man with the bank accounts. It’s where the filtering process starts. They trace anything，it’s gonna lead to him.
Red：But who is he？
Andy：He’s 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：Andy，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，driver’s license，social security number.
Red：You’re shitting me.
Andy：If they ever trace any of those accounts，they’ll wind up chasing a figment of my imagination.
