肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994)【完整台词】

Mr. Dufresne, describe...

...the confrontation you had with your wife the night she was murdered.

It was very bitter.

She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around.

And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.

- What was your response?

- I told her I would not grant one.

"I'll see you in hell before I see you in Reno."

Those were your words,according to your neighbors.

If they say so.

I really don't remember.

I was upset.

What happened after you argued with your wife?

She packed a bag.

She packed a bag to go and stay with Mr. Quentin.

Glenn Quentin, golf pro at the Snowden Hills Country Club...

...whom you had discovered was your wife's lover.

Did you follow her?

I went to a few bars first.

Later, I drove to his house to confront them. They weren't home.

I parked in the turnout...

...and waited.

With what intention?

I'm not sure.

I was confused...

...drunk.

I think...

...mostly I wanted to scare them.

When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them.

I was sobering up.

I got back in the car and I drove home to sleep it off.

Along the way, I threw my gun into the Royal River.

I've been very clear on this point.

I get hazy where the cleaning woman shows up the following morning...

...and finds your wife in bed with her lover...

...riddled with.38-caliber bullets.

Does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, or is it just me?

Yes, it does.

Yet you still maintain you threw your gun into the river...

...before the murders took place.

That's very convenient.

It's the truth.

The police dragged that river for three days, and nary a gun was found...

...so no comparison could be made between your gun and the bullets...

...taken from the bloodstained corpses of the victims.

And that also...

...is very convenient.

Isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?

Since I am innocent of this crime...

...I find it decidedly inconvenient

that the gun was never found.

Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard

all the evidence.

We have the accused at the scene

of the crime. We have footprints.

Bullets on the ground

bearing his fingerprints.

A broken bourbon bottle,

likewise with fingerprints.

And most of all...

...we have a beautiful young woman

and her lover...

...lying dead in each other's arms.

They had sinned.

But was their crime so great...

...as to merit a death sentence?

While you think about that...

...think about this:

A revolver holds six bullets, not eight.

I submit that this was not

a hot-blooded crime of passion.

That at least could be understood,

if not condoned.

No.

This was revenge...

...of a much more brutal,

cold-blooded nature. Consider this:

Four bullets per victim.

Not six shots fired, but eight.

That means that he fired

the gun empty...

...and then stopped to reload...

...so that he could shoot

each of them again.

An extra bullet per lover...

...right in the head.

You strike me as a particularly icy

and remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne.

It chills my blood just to look at you.

By the power vested in me

by the state of Maine...

...I hereby order you to serve

two life sentences back-to-back...

...one for each of your victims.

So be it!

Sit.

We see you've served

- Yes, sir.

- You feel you've been rehabilitated?

Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.

I mean, I learned my lesson.

I can honestly say

that I'm a changed man.

I'm no longer a danger to society.

That's God's honest truth.

Hey, Red.

How'd it go?

Same old shit, different day.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

I'm up for rejection next week.

Yeah, I got rejected last week.

It happens.

Hey, Red, bump me a deck.

Get out of my face, man!

You're into me for five packs already.

Four!

There must be a con like me

in every prison in America.

I'm the guy who can get it for you.

Cigarettes, a bag of reefer,

if that's your thing...

...bottle of brandy to celebrate

your kid's high school graduation.

Damn near anything within reason.

Yes, sir!

I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.

So when Andy Dufresne

came to me in 1949...

...and asked me to smuggle

Rita Hayworth into the prison for him...

...I told him, "No problem."

Andy came to Shawshank Prison...

...in early 1947 for murdering his wife

and the fella she was banging.

On the outside, he'd been vice president

of a large Portland bank.

Good work for a man so young.

You speak English, butt-steak?

You follow this officer.

I never seen such a sorry-looking

heap of maggot shit in all my life.

Hey, fish! Come over here!

Taking bets today, Red?

Smokes or coin? Bettor's choice.

Smokes. Put me down for two.

All right, who's your horse?

That little sack of shit.

- Eighth. He'll be first.

- Bullshit! I'll take that action.

You're out some smokes, son.

If you're so smart, you call it.

I'll take that chubby fat-ass there.

The fifth one.

Put me down for a quarter deck.

Fresh fish today!

We're reeling them in!

I admit I didn't think much of Andy

first time I laid eyes on him.

Looked like a stiff breeze

would blow him over.

That was my first impression of the man.

What do you say?

That tall drink of water

with the silver spoon up his ass.

That guy? Never happen.

-10 cigarettes.

- That's a rich bet.

Who's going to prove me wrong?

Heywood? Jigger?

Skeets?

Floyd!

Four brave souls.

Return to your cellblocks

for evening count.

All prisoners,

return to your cellblocks.

Turn to the right!

Eyes front.

This is Mr. Hadley.

He's captain of the guards.