肖申克的救赎 The Shawshank Redemption (1994)【完整台词】
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Well, here she is.
The Shawshank Prison Library.
National Geographics...
...Reader's Digest condensed books...
...and Louis L'Amour.
Look magazine.
Erle Stanley Gardners.
Every evening I load up the cart
and make my rounds.
I enter the names
on this clipboard here.
Easy, peasy, Japanese-y.
- Any questions?
- How long have you been librarian?
I come here in '05,
and they made me librarian in 1912.
And have you ever had an assistant?
No. Not much to it, really.
Why me? Why now?
I don't know.
But it'd be nice to have
some company down here.
That's him.
That's the one.
I'm Dekins.
I was thinking...
...about setting up some kind of
trust fund for my kids' educations.
I see.
Why don't we have a seat
and talk it over.
Do you have a piece of paper
and a pencil?
Thanks.
So...
Mister Dekins...
And then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins...
...do you want your sons
to go to Harvard or Yale?"
He didn't say that!
As God as my witness!
Dekins blinked for a second...
...then he laughed
and actually shook Andy's hand.
- My ass!
- Shook his hand.
I tell you, I near soiled myself!
All he needed was a suit and tie
and a jiggly hula gal on his desk...
...he'd have been
"Mr. Dufresne," if you please.
Making a few friends?
I wouldn't say "friends."
I'm a convicted murderer
who provides sound financial planning.
It's a wonderful pet to have.
Got you out of the laundry, though.
It might do more than that.
How about expanding the library.
Get some new books.
If you ask for something,
ask for a pool table.
How do you expect to do that?
I mean...
...get new books in here,
"Mr. Dufresne, if you please."
I'll ask the warden for funds.
Six wardens have been through here
in my tenure, and I've learned...
...one immutable, universal truth:
Not one born whose asshole...
...wouldn't pucker up tighter than
a snare drum when you ask for funds.
- The budget's stretched thin as it is.
- I see.
Maybe I could write the state senate
and request funds from them.
They have only three ways to spend
the taxpayers' money for prisons:
More walls, more bars, more guards.
I'd like to try, with permission.
A letter a week.
- They can't ignore me forever.
- Sure can.
But you write your letters
if it makes you happy.
I'll even mail them for you.
How's that?
So Andy started writing
a letter a week...
...just like he said.
And like Norton said...
...Andy got no answers.
The following April, he did tax returns
for half the guards at Shawshank.
Year after that, he did them all...
...including the warden's.
Year after that, they
rescheduled the intramural season...
...to coincide with tax season.
The guards on the opposing teams
all remembered to bring their W-2s.
So Moresby Prison...
...issued you a gun,
but you paid for it.
Right. The holster too.
That's tax-deductible.
You can write that off.
Yes, sir!
Andy was a regular cottage industry.
In fact, it got so busy at tax time,
he was allowed a staff.
Could you hand me
a stack of 1040s?
Got me out of the wood shop a month out
of the year, and that was fine by me.
And still, he kept
sending those letters.
It's Brooks.
Watch the door.
Please, Brooks.
- Calm the fuck down.
- Stay back!
- Stay back, goddamn it!
- What's going on?
One second he's fine,
then out come the knives.
We can talk about this, right?
There's nothing to talk about.
I'll cut his fucking throat.
What's he done to you?
It's what they done!
I got no choice.
You won't hurt Heywood.
We all know that.
- Right, Heywood?
- Sure.
He's a friend of yours,
and Brooks is a reasonable man.
Right, guys?
So put the knife down.
Look at me.
Put the knife down.
Look at his neck, for God's sake.
Look at his neck. He's bleeding.
It's the only way...
...they'd let me stay.
This is crazy.
You don't want to do this.
Put it, put it down.
Take it easy.
You'll be all right.
Him? What about me?
Crazy old fool damn near cut my throat!
You've had worse from shaving.
What did you do to set him off?
Nothing.
I come in here to say farewell.
Ain't you heard?
His parole's come through.
I just don't understand
what happened in there.
Old man's crazy as a rat
in a tin shithouse.
That's enough out of you.
- Heard he had you shitting your pants.
- Fuck you.
Knock it off.
Brooks ain't no bug.
He's just institutionalized.
"Institutionalized," my ass.
The man's been in here 50 years,
Heywood, 50 years!
This is all he knows.
In here, he's an important man...
...an educated man.
Outside, he's nothing.
Just a used-up con
with arthritis in both hands.
Probably couldn't get a library card
The Shawshank Prison Library.
National Geographics...
...Reader's Digest condensed books...
...and Louis L'Amour.
Look magazine.
Erle Stanley Gardners.
Every evening I load up the cart
and make my rounds.
I enter the names
on this clipboard here.
Easy, peasy, Japanese-y.
- Any questions?
- How long have you been librarian?
I come here in '05,
and they made me librarian in 1912.
And have you ever had an assistant?
No. Not much to it, really.
Why me? Why now?
I don't know.
But it'd be nice to have
some company down here.
That's him.
That's the one.
I'm Dekins.
I was thinking...
...about setting up some kind of
trust fund for my kids' educations.
I see.
Why don't we have a seat
and talk it over.
Do you have a piece of paper
and a pencil?
Thanks.
So...
Mister Dekins...
And then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins...
...do you want your sons
to go to Harvard or Yale?"
He didn't say that!
As God as my witness!
Dekins blinked for a second...
...then he laughed
and actually shook Andy's hand.
- My ass!
- Shook his hand.
I tell you, I near soiled myself!
All he needed was a suit and tie
and a jiggly hula gal on his desk...
...he'd have been
"Mr. Dufresne," if you please.
Making a few friends?
I wouldn't say "friends."
I'm a convicted murderer
who provides sound financial planning.
It's a wonderful pet to have.
Got you out of the laundry, though.
It might do more than that.
How about expanding the library.
Get some new books.
If you ask for something,
ask for a pool table.
How do you expect to do that?
I mean...
...get new books in here,
"Mr. Dufresne, if you please."
I'll ask the warden for funds.
Six wardens have been through here
in my tenure, and I've learned...
...one immutable, universal truth:
Not one born whose asshole...
...wouldn't pucker up tighter than
a snare drum when you ask for funds.
- The budget's stretched thin as it is.
- I see.
Maybe I could write the state senate
and request funds from them.
They have only three ways to spend
the taxpayers' money for prisons:
More walls, more bars, more guards.
I'd like to try, with permission.
A letter a week.
- They can't ignore me forever.
- Sure can.
But you write your letters
if it makes you happy.
I'll even mail them for you.
How's that?
So Andy started writing
a letter a week...
...just like he said.
And like Norton said...
...Andy got no answers.
The following April, he did tax returns
for half the guards at Shawshank.
Year after that, he did them all...
...including the warden's.
Year after that, they
rescheduled the intramural season...
...to coincide with tax season.
The guards on the opposing teams
all remembered to bring their W-2s.
So Moresby Prison...
...issued you a gun,
but you paid for it.
Right. The holster too.
That's tax-deductible.
You can write that off.
Yes, sir!
Andy was a regular cottage industry.
In fact, it got so busy at tax time,
he was allowed a staff.
Could you hand me
a stack of 1040s?
Got me out of the wood shop a month out
of the year, and that was fine by me.
And still, he kept
sending those letters.
It's Brooks.
Watch the door.
Please, Brooks.
- Calm the fuck down.
- Stay back!
- Stay back, goddamn it!
- What's going on?
One second he's fine,
then out come the knives.
We can talk about this, right?
There's nothing to talk about.
I'll cut his fucking throat.
What's he done to you?
It's what they done!
I got no choice.
You won't hurt Heywood.
We all know that.
- Right, Heywood?
- Sure.
He's a friend of yours,
and Brooks is a reasonable man.
Right, guys?
So put the knife down.
Look at me.
Put the knife down.
Look at his neck, for God's sake.
Look at his neck. He's bleeding.
It's the only way...
...they'd let me stay.
This is crazy.
You don't want to do this.
Put it, put it down.
Take it easy.
You'll be all right.
Him? What about me?
Crazy old fool damn near cut my throat!
You've had worse from shaving.
What did you do to set him off?
Nothing.
I come in here to say farewell.
Ain't you heard?
His parole's come through.
I just don't understand
what happened in there.
Old man's crazy as a rat
in a tin shithouse.
That's enough out of you.
- Heard he had you shitting your pants.
- Fuck you.
Knock it off.
Brooks ain't no bug.
He's just institutionalized.
"Institutionalized," my ass.
The man's been in here 50 years,
Heywood, 50 years!
This is all he knows.
In here, he's an important man...
...an educated man.
Outside, he's nothing.
Just a used-up con
with arthritis in both hands.
Probably couldn't get a library card
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