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Andy and Red play checkers. Red makes his move.
RED
King me.
ANDY
Chess. Now there's a game of kings.
Civilized...strategic...
RED
...and totally fuckin'
inexplicable. Hate that game.
ANDY
Maybe you'll let me teach you
someday. I've been thinking of
getting a board together.
RED
You come to the right place. I'm
the man who can get things.
ANDY
We might do business on a board.
But the pieces, I'd like to carve
those myself. One side done in
quartz... the opposing side in
limestone.
RED
That'd take you years.
ANDY
Years I've got. What I don't have
are the rocks. Pickings here in the
exercise yard are pretty slim.
RED
How's that rock-hammer workin' out
anyway? Scratch your name on your
wall yet?
ANDY
(smiles)
Not yet. I suppose I should.
RED
Andy? I guess we're gettin' to be
friends, ain't we?
ANDY
I suppose we are.
RED
I ask a question? Why'd you do it?
ANDY
I'm innocent, remember? Just like
everybody else here.
Red takes this as a gentle rebuff, keeps playing.
ANDY (CONT'D)
What are you in for, Red?
RED
Murder. Same as you.
ANDY
Innocent?
RED
The only guilty man in Shawshank.