肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994)【完整台词】
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the man with the bank accounts.
It's where the filtering
process starts.
They trace anything,
it'll just lead to him.
But who is he?
He's a phantom, an apparition.
Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.
I conjured him...
...out of thin air.
He doesn't exist, except on paper.
You can't just make a person up.
Sure you can,
if you know how the system works.
It's amazing what you
can accomplish by mail.
Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate...
...driver's license, Social Security.
You're shitting me.
If they trace any accounts,
they'll wind up chasing...
...a figment of my imagination.
Well, I'll be damned!
Did I say you were good?
Shit, you are Rembrandt.
The funny thing is...
...on the outside, I was an honest man,
straight as an arrow.
I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Ever bother you?
I don't run the scams.
I just process the profits.
A fine line, maybe...
...but I also built that library...
...and used it to help guys
get their high school diploma.
Why do you think
he lets me do all that?
Keep you happy and doing the laundry.
Money instead of sheets.
Well, I work cheap.
That's the tradeoff.
Tommy Williams
came to Shawshank in 1965...
...on a two-year stretch for B and E.
That's breaking and entering to you.
Cops caught him sneaking TV sets
out the back door of a JC Penney.
Young punk.
Mr. Rock 'n' Roll...
...cocky as hell.
Come on, old boys.
Moving like molasses!
Making me look bad.
We liked him immediately.
I'm backing out the door
and I got the TV like this.
A big old thing. I couldn't see shit.
Then I hear this voice.
"Freeze, kid, hands in the air."
I was standing there, holding onto
that TV. Finally the voice says:
"You hear what I said, boy?"
I say, "Yes, sir. I did.
But if I drop this, you get me
on destruction of property too."
You done some stretch
in Cashman, right?
Yeah, that was an easy piece of time,
let me tell you.
Weekend furloughs.
Work programs.
Not like here.
Sounds like you done time all over.
I've been in and out since I was 13.
Name it, chances are I've been there.
Perhaps you should try a new profession.
What I mean is...
...you're not a very good thief.
You should try something else.
Yeah, what the hell
you know about it, Capone?
What are you in for?
Me?
A lawyer fucked me.
Everybody's innocent in here.
Don't you know that?
As it turned out, Tommy had himself
a young wife and a new baby girl.
Maybe he thought of them
on the streets...
...or his child growing up
not knowing her daddy.
Whatever it was...
...something lit a fire
under that boy's ass.
Thought I might try for
my high school equivalency.
Hear you helped
a couple of fellas with that.
I don't waste time with losers, Tommy.
I ain't no goddamn loser.
- You mean that?
- Yeah.
You really mean that?
Yes, sir, I do.
Good. Because if we do this...
...we do it all the way,
a hundred percent, nothing half-assed.
Thing is, see...
...I don't read so good.
"Well."
You don't read...
...so well.
We'll get to that.
So Andy took Tommy under his wing.
Started walking him through his ABC's.
Tommy took to it pretty well too.
Boy found brains he never knew he had.
Before long, Andy started him
on his course requirements.
He really liked the kid.
Gave him a thrill to help a youngster
crawl off the shit heap.
But that wasn't the only reason.
Prison time is slow time.
So you do what you can to keep going.
Some fellas collect stamps.
Others build matchstick houses.
Andy built a library.
Now he needed a new project.
Tommy was it.
It was the same reason he spent years
shaping and polishing those rocks.
The same reason he hung
his fantasy girlies on the wall.
In prison...
...a man will do most anything
to keep his mind occupied.
By 1966, right about the time Tommy
was getting ready to take his exams...
...it was lovely Raquel.
Time.
Well?
Well, it's for shit.
I wasted a whole year
of my time with this bullshit.
It's probably not that bad.
I didn't get a thing right.
It might as well have been in Chinese.
Let's see how the score comes out.
I'll tell you
how the goddamn score comes out.
Two points, right there!
There's your goddamn score!
Goddamn cats crawling up trees,
Fuck this place!
Fuck it!
I feel bad.
I let him down.
That's crap, kid.
He's proud of you.
We're old friends,
I know him as good as anybody.
Smart fellow, ain't he?
Smart as they come.
He was a banker on the outside.
What's he in here for anyway?
Murder.
The hell, you say.
You wouldn't think it
to look at the guy.
Caught his wife in bed
with some golf pro. Greased them both.
What?
About four years ago...
...I was in Thomaston
on a two-to-three stretch.
I stole a car.
It was a dumb-fuck thing to do.
It's where the filtering
process starts.
They trace anything,
it'll just lead to him.
But who is he?
He's a phantom, an apparition.
Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.
I conjured him...
...out of thin air.
He doesn't exist, except on paper.
You can't just make a person up.
Sure you can,
if you know how the system works.
It's amazing what you
can accomplish by mail.
Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate...
...driver's license, Social Security.
You're shitting me.
If they trace any accounts,
they'll wind up chasing...
...a figment of my imagination.
Well, I'll be damned!
Did I say you were good?
Shit, you are Rembrandt.
The funny thing is...
...on the outside, I was an honest man,
straight as an arrow.
I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Ever bother you?
I don't run the scams.
I just process the profits.
A fine line, maybe...
...but I also built that library...
...and used it to help guys
get their high school diploma.
Why do you think
he lets me do all that?
Keep you happy and doing the laundry.
Money instead of sheets.
Well, I work cheap.
That's the tradeoff.
Tommy Williams
came to Shawshank in 1965...
...on a two-year stretch for B and E.
That's breaking and entering to you.
Cops caught him sneaking TV sets
out the back door of a JC Penney.
Young punk.
Mr. Rock 'n' Roll...
...cocky as hell.
Come on, old boys.
Moving like molasses!
Making me look bad.
We liked him immediately.
I'm backing out the door
and I got the TV like this.
A big old thing. I couldn't see shit.
Then I hear this voice.
"Freeze, kid, hands in the air."
I was standing there, holding onto
that TV. Finally the voice says:
"You hear what I said, boy?"
I say, "Yes, sir. I did.
But if I drop this, you get me
on destruction of property too."
You done some stretch
in Cashman, right?
Yeah, that was an easy piece of time,
let me tell you.
Weekend furloughs.
Work programs.
Not like here.
Sounds like you done time all over.
I've been in and out since I was 13.
Name it, chances are I've been there.
Perhaps you should try a new profession.
What I mean is...
...you're not a very good thief.
You should try something else.
Yeah, what the hell
you know about it, Capone?
What are you in for?
Me?
A lawyer fucked me.
Everybody's innocent in here.
Don't you know that?
As it turned out, Tommy had himself
a young wife and a new baby girl.
Maybe he thought of them
on the streets...
...or his child growing up
not knowing her daddy.
Whatever it was...
...something lit a fire
under that boy's ass.
Thought I might try for
my high school equivalency.
Hear you helped
a couple of fellas with that.
I don't waste time with losers, Tommy.
I ain't no goddamn loser.
- You mean that?
- Yeah.
You really mean that?
Yes, sir, I do.
Good. Because if we do this...
...we do it all the way,
a hundred percent, nothing half-assed.
Thing is, see...
...I don't read so good.
"Well."
You don't read...
...so well.
We'll get to that.
So Andy took Tommy under his wing.
Started walking him through his ABC's.
Tommy took to it pretty well too.
Boy found brains he never knew he had.
Before long, Andy started him
on his course requirements.
He really liked the kid.
Gave him a thrill to help a youngster
crawl off the shit heap.
But that wasn't the only reason.
Prison time is slow time.
So you do what you can to keep going.
Some fellas collect stamps.
Others build matchstick houses.
Andy built a library.
Now he needed a new project.
Tommy was it.
It was the same reason he spent years
shaping and polishing those rocks.
The same reason he hung
his fantasy girlies on the wall.
In prison...
...a man will do most anything
to keep his mind occupied.
By 1966, right about the time Tommy
was getting ready to take his exams...
...it was lovely Raquel.
Time.
Well?
Well, it's for shit.
I wasted a whole year
of my time with this bullshit.
It's probably not that bad.
I didn't get a thing right.
It might as well have been in Chinese.
Let's see how the score comes out.
I'll tell you
how the goddamn score comes out.
Two points, right there!
There's your goddamn score!
Goddamn cats crawling up trees,
Fuck this place!
Fuck it!
I feel bad.
I let him down.
That's crap, kid.
He's proud of you.
We're old friends,
I know him as good as anybody.
Smart fellow, ain't he?
Smart as they come.
He was a banker on the outside.
What's he in here for anyway?
Murder.
The hell, you say.
You wouldn't think it
to look at the guy.
Caught his wife in bed
with some golf pro. Greased them both.
What?
About four years ago...
...I was in Thomaston
on a two-to-three stretch.
I stole a car.
It was a dumb-fuck thing to do.
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