The Shawshank Redemption¶
2026.8.29 看了电影重映 大概是第三遍看
经典依旧是经典，一些经典的台词能够跟着主角说出来，希望没有打扰到旁边的人。
看过原著，但觉得不如电影的表现力好，更喜欢电影，所以以下内容摘自电影台词。
And that's how it came to pass
that on the second-to-last day of the job
the convict crew that tarred the factory roof in the spring of '49
wound up sitting in a row at 10:00 in the morning
drinking icy-cold beer, courtesy of the hardest screw
that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Drink up while it's cold, ladies.
The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.
We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men.
We could have 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.
Want a cold one?
No, thanks. I gave up drinking.
You could argue he 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.
Pleased to see you reading this.
Any favorite passages?
"Watch ye, therefore,for ye know not
when the master of the house cometh."
Mark 13:35.
I've always liked that one.
But I prefer
"I am the light of the world.
Ye that followeth me shall have the light of life."
John, chapter 8, verse 12.
I almost forgot.
I'd hate to deprive you of this.
Salvation lies within.
Yes, sir.
Tossing cells was just an excuse.
Truth is
Norton wanted to size Andy up.
His Judgement Cometh and that Right Soon.
My wife made that in church group.
Very nice, sir.
But I tell you these walls are funny.
First you hate them.
Then you get used to them.
Enough time passes
you get so you depend on them.
That's "institutionalized."
That's the beauty of music. They
can't get that from you.
Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Well, I played a mean harmonica as a younger man.
Lost interest in it, though.
Didn't make much sense in here.
Here's where it makes the most sense.
You need it so you don't forget.
Forget?
Forget that there are
places
in the world that aren't made out of stone.
There's something
inside
that they can't get to
that they can't touch.
That's yours.
What are you talking about?
Hope.
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 that idea.
A river of dirty money running through here.
Sooner or later, he'll have to explain where it came from.
That's where I come in.
I channel it. Filter it. Funnel it.
Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals.
I send it out into the real world, and when it comes back
-Clean as a virgin's honeypot, huh? -Cleaner
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.
I guess it comes down to a simple choice.
Get busy living
or get busy dying.
Sometimes it makes me sad, though
Andy being gone.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged.
Their feathers are just too bright.
And when they fly away
the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.
But still
the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.
I guess I just miss my friend.
Much obliged, sir.
Dear Red:
If you're reading this,you've gotten out
and if you've come this far,maybe you'd come a bit further.
You remember the name of the town, don't you?
Zihuatanejo.
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.
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.
"Get busy living
or get busy dying."
That's goddamn right.
For the second time in my life
I'm guilty of committing a crime.
Parole violation.
Of course I doubt they'll toss up any roadblocks for that.
Not for an old crook like me.
Fort Hancock, Texas, please.
I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head.
I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel.
A free man at the start of a long journey
whose conclusion is uncertain.
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.
I hope.