In 1966…
…Andy Dufresne escaped…
…from Shawshank Prison.
All they found was a muddy set of prison clothes…
…a bar of soap…
…and an old rock hammer…
…damn near worn down to the nub.
I had thought it’d take a man 600 years to tunnel through the wall with it.
Old Andy did it in less than 20.
Oh, Andy loved geology.
I imagine it appealed to his meticulous nature.
An ice age here…
…million years of mountain building there.
Geology is the study of pressure and time.
That’s all it takes, really.
Pressure…
…and time.
That and a big g*dd*mn poster.
Like I said…
…in prison, a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied.
Seems Andy’s favorite hobby was toting his wall out into the exercise yard…
…a handful at a time.
I guess after Tommy was k*lled…
…Andy decided he’d been here long enough.
Lickety-split.
I want to get home.
I’m just about finished, sir.
Three deposits tonight.
Andy did like he was told.
Buffed those shoes to a high mirror-shine.
The guards simply didn’t notice.
Neither did I.
I mean, seriously…
…how often do you really look at a man’s shoes?
Andy crawled to freedom through 500 yards…
…of sh*t-smelling foulness I can’t even imagine.
Or maybe I just don’t want to.
Five hundred yards.
That’s the length of five football fields.
Just shy of half a mile.
The next morning, right about the time Raquel was spilling her secret…
…a man nobody ever laid eyes on before…
…strolled into the Maine National Bank.
Until that moment, he didn’t exist.
– Except on paper.
– May I help you?
He had all the proper ID…
…driver’s license, birth certificate, Social Security card…
And the signature was a spot-on match.
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