ANDY：(offers his hand)Hello. I'm Andy Dufresne.

RED：The wife-killin' banker.

ANDY：How do you know that?

RED：I keep my ear to the ground. Why'd you do it?

ANDY：I didn't, since you ask.

RED：Hell, you'll fit right in, then.(off Andy's look) Everyone's innocent in here, don't you know that? Heywood! What are you in for, boy?

HEYWOOD（andy兼）：Didn't do it! Lawyer fucked me!

ANDY：What else have you heard?

RED：People say you're a cold fish. They say you think your shit smells sweeter than ordinary. That true?

ANDY：What do you think?

RED：Ain't made up my mind yet.

ANDY：I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.

RED：I'm known to locate certain things from time to time. They seem to fall into my hands. Maybe it's 'cause I'm Irish.

ANDY：I wonder if you could get me a rockhammer?

RED：What is it and why?

ANDY：You make your customers' motives a part of your business?

RED：If you wanted a toothbrush, I wouldn't ask questions. I'd just quote a price. A toothbrush, see, is a non-lethal sort of object.

ANDY：Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about eight or nine inches long. Looks like a miniature pickaxe, with a small sharp pick on one end, and a blunt hammerhead on the other. It's for rocks.