[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

In fact, as early as the loudspeaker that could be heard throughout Shawshank sounded, informing the prison guards to gather at the main gate, the prisoners enjoying the moment of relaxation in twos and threes all moved towards the gate in unison.

That's right, no game is more interesting and enjoyable than appreciating the embarrassment of rookies entering prison for the first time.

Byron raised his head and glanced around, making sure that all the prison guards in good sniper positions were in place, and he reached out and unscrewed the van's front door lock.

The policeman who was the first to jump out of the car took out a roster from his pocket and handed it to Byron respectfully: "Captain Hadley, these are the 15 prisoners transferred this time, please check them out."

Byron absently browsed through the charges of these people:

"Theft worth more than three hundred dollars. Imprisonment: two years"

"Robbery, serious injury to one person, fixed-term imprisonment: ten years"

……

"Shoot two people and die for life"

Seeing this line, Byron couldn't help raising his eyebrows, thinking: "This is the banker who killed his wife last year, right? In Portland, there are not so many serious criminals..."

Subconsciously glanced at the prisoner's name again: Andrew Dufresne

'Nice surname', Byron thought, and he said to the first prisoner who got out of the car: "Follow that officer."

Prison guard Molt nodded to him, and then led the group of prisoners in handcuffs and anklets forward.

The penultimate person who got out of the car walked slowly in front of Byron.

He was wearing a well-tailored light gray suit. Although the checkered bow tie on his neck was off the mark, and his golden brown hair was quite messy, he was more in line with Byron's image of a colleague than any of the guards present with guns and live ammunition.

Sighing softly, Byron thought: "It's not worth putting myself in this situation for someone else... But I'm afraid I have to thank him, otherwise Susan wouldn't be so easy to let go..."

Thinking of waiting for his good son in the care center, Byron unconsciously softened his heart.

Looking at the banker in front of him, who seemed to be a little taller than himself, but at this time thin and hunched, with a slightly uneasy expression, shivering in the cold wind of early spring, Byron slightly narrowed his silver-gray eyes and turned his head. Shout out to the prisoners who are raving like a rave party: "It's time for the wind, everyone, return to the cell in 5 minutes"

Suddenly, when passing through the prison door, the person beside Byron staggered, as if he tripped over something.

Thanks to the quick reflexes of a prison guard, he backhandedly drew his baton from his waist, and just in time supported the banker before he fell.

"Mindthegap (be careful where you step)" Byron's deep voice could not hear any emotion.

Andy Dufresne stood up with strength, glanced quickly to the right, and saw that the captain of the prison guard had put away his baton and walked away.

He slightly turned his head to look at the blue sky that was about to be swallowed by the impenetrable roof of the prison, and said in his heart: "Hereisagapforsure (this is indeed very different from the outside)"

A line of rookie prisoners stood up in the gloomy prison hall. Warden Norton slowly stepped out of the shadows, dragging his tune, and delivered his routine lecture: "This is Mr. Hadley, my captain of the guard."

Byron adjusted the brim of his hat cooperatively and took half a step forward.

Norton went on: "And I'm the warden here, Mr. Norton."

Sweeping across the faces of a row of prisoners with chilling eyes, he smiled contemptuously and said: "You are all scoundrels and scum, in order to protect the tranquility of America, you were sent here to listen to the hadith and accept the probation... ..."

"Now let me talk about the rules of Shawshank. First, no one dares to disrespect the omniscient and omnipotent Lord here. You will know the rest later. Who has any questions?" Norton posted the Bible that never leaves his body. On his chest, there was a smile on his face that he thought was compassionate.

The short guy fourth from the left was obviously full of stupidity, and asked carelessly, "When can we have dinner?"

Warden Norton didn't accept this kind of question that didn't even have a "Mr. Report".

Byron naturally understood what his boss meant, and he quickly walked up to the person. The height difference of only a few tens of centimeters was enough for him to shrink his neck in fright.

He stretched his hand to his waist, and took out a palm-sized card from his trouser pocket while the prisoners around him peeped in fear.

Holding the piece of paper between his index finger and middle finger, he stared at the little prisoner who was full of astonishment and said, "This is the prison timetable, go back and copy dozens of copies and send them to your rookie inmates. Remember, here , just follow the orders, don't talk so much"

Seeing the other party standing there in a daze, with no intention of answering, Byron was thinking whether to put on a show in front of the warden, otherwise where would he put his captain's majesty?

Before he clenched his other hand into a fist, a slender white hand stretched out from the left, gently pinching the corner of the card.

Byron turned his head and saw that the banker's face seemed to have regained some color, and he dared to say to him: "Mr. Captain, let me do it."

Subconsciously letting go of his hand, Byron quickly realized that this was the United States in the 50s, and even in New England, where education was more developed, quite a few people at the bottom could not read at all, such as the silly and bold little boy in front of him. newcomer.

Regardless of his status or face, Byron snorted coldly and retreated behind the warden, pretending to be a statue.

Not to mention, if he didn't speak or move, he was stern and upright, as if he was the best antique work in the Renaissance period.

Warden Norton saw that things were different from what he thought, but it seemed that the unreasonable guy was also frightened, so he put on his smirk again with satisfaction: "Any other questions?"

No one winking at all would be able to speak at this time, and only the sound of dripping water leaking could be heard in the hall.

"I only believe in two things, discipline, and the Bible." Norton said, shaking the scripture in his hand. The cover is exquisite and elegant, and the corners are slightly yellowed. It can be seen that it is well maintained.

"Your unclean souls will be judged by God, and your tattered bodies will be in charge of me. Welcome to Shawshank." Warden Norton turned and went upstairs to enjoy afternoon tea in his bright and clean office.

The only immediate boss left without a trace. Byron felt more at ease. He turned his head and said to Yang Boragge behind him, "Take them to take a bath, clean up carefully, and don't cause any contagion."

Yang Borag nodded, and led the group of prisoners towards the water room.

Byron turned around and called Bob with a stinky face: "You count them in the roster according to the order of this roster, and distribute clothes according to the order of numbers. The height, fat, and thin are wrong, and it doesn't look good."

The thorny head was not so obedient, first he gave him an unobtrusive look, and then muttered: "Jing arrange such troublesome things for me!"

Before turning around and running to the warehouse, Byron's sensitive ears clearly caught the second half of his sentence: "...you guy who can't read eyes, the warden clearly wants us to teach that bastard a lesson!"

Byron was not angry either, and it was even more impossible for him to follow his will and allow him to pick out any prisoner and beat him up.

After all, this guy has a criminal record, and Byron tried his best to keep him away from the confinement room and the like.

He called a few more subordinates one by one and assigned all the tasks. Byron happily flicked the baton in his hand, went straight back to his room, and continued to draw.

Working at the desk, the time passed quickly, and before he knew it, when he looked up at his watch again, it was already eleven twenty in the evening.

Yawning slightly, Byron blew off the pencil shavings on the back of his hand, preparing to make himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself. He will be on duty until four o'clock in the morning on this shift.

Suddenly, the noise in the prisoner's dormitory building next door became louder and louder, and the ups and downs could be faintly heard: "Rookie! Newcomer! Rookie! Newcomer!"

Byron shook his head and didn't pay much attention to it. If he took care of such trivial matters, he really had no skills at all.

Under the watchful eyes of Byron, the hot water kettle in the guard's lounge was emitting hot steam from the spout. The steam oscillated inside, the body of the kettle shook slightly, and the humming sound became louder and louder.

When he estimated that the water had boiled, he picked up the kettle from the gas stove.

A stream of clear water was poured in, and the cup was gradually filled with a dark coffee-colored liquid, giving off a strong coffee aroma.

Blowing hot air from the tip to his mouth, Byron's brain, which was a little stagnant due to continuous work, finally regained some sobriety.

It was at this moment that he realized that something was wrong—the booing from the next door had long since stopped, but instead it was the wailing mixed with the sound of the kettle, which now became very clear.

Byron put the hot coffee on the table, grabbed his police cap and walked out of the lounge quickly.As expected, it was indeed Bob who was beating an invisible figure.

"That's enough, Bob." Byron grabbed his arm hard to stop him from attacking again. "No matter what mistakes he made, these are enough."

In fact, when he walked out, he never heard the prisoner's wailing again, so he had to doubt the seriousness of the situation.

Half-supporting and half-pushing the fat man on the ground, he moved it to the light at the door, and Byron stretched out his hand to check his breath. Fortunately, there was still some heat.

Holding the big head with two chins, he looked up, down, left, and right. The large blood oozing from the top of his head showed that the hot air might not last long.

"Bob, you're really going to make trouble for me!" Byron snarled in a low voice, swearing rarely.

"Young Burag, go to the infirmary to see if anyone is still there; Molt, drive out the special service vehicle and stop at the door to prepare." Byron gave the order in an orderly manner.

He and another guard moved the fat new prisoner to the back seat of the car, and Byron panted slightly. Seeing that Yang Borag came back empty-handed, it was obvious that there was no need to talk about the situation.

"Molt, drive him to the nearest emergency department, don't be careless, we can't kill anyone here!" Afraid that the other party didn't pay enough attention, Byron added: "I have inside information, a reporter from Portland recently Can't wait, maybe when..."

There is no need to say the rest, Molt put on his round face, and drove away in a special service car.

Byron returned to the building with a sullen face, pressed Bob's shoulders, and dragged him back to the lounge.

He raised his foot and slammed into the door, and picked up Bob, who was not much shorter than him, by the collar with one hand. Byron stared at him and said, "Now, let's settle the score."

The author has something to say:

Additional note: Andrew is Mr. Dufresne's first name...

The plot of Andy falling down is included in the script (and was beaten by Byron...)

But it is not involved in the movie, let me talk about it here

Mindthegap is a particularly commonly used prompt sound in the British subway. It is used here to borrow gap puns

In addition to this phrase, there is also a very touching subway love story, you can search it~

Bob is a fictional character, and he can be regarded as taking the blame for Captain Byron who was originally vicious.

Reminder again, Byron is not a very caring protagonist, but he will not be as careless as the original captain, the three views are still okay

Please move to the baby who has higher moral requirements for the protagonist, thank you everyone

That harmonious word is synonymous with incarceration... Andy Dufresne's crime is lifesentence