Shawshank Redemption - Rooftop Scene

Ran off years ago, figured I could get anyone. So anyway, this lawyer fella says to me, his brother died a rich man. Oil wells and ----. Close to a million bucks. A million bucks? Yeah. ------- incredible how lucky some assholes get. Jeez Louise, you gonna see any of that? Thirty-five thousand. That's what he left me. Dollars? Yep. Holy ----, that's great. That's like winning the sweepstakes. Isn't it? Some ----. What do you think the government's gonna do to me? Take a big wet bite out of my ass is what. Poor Barry. Terrible ******* luck, huh? Crying shame. Some people really got it awful. Andy, you nuts? Keep your eyes on your mop, man. And it. Well, alright, you're gonna pay some taxes, but you'll still end up with... Oh yeah, yeah, maybe enough to buy a new car. And then what? I gotta pay tax on the car. Repair, maintenance. Goddamn kids pestering you to take them for a ride all the time. At the end of the year, you figure the tax's wrong, you gotta pay them out of your own pocket. I tell you, Uncle Sam... He puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit till it's purple. He's the truth. Andy! Rich kid. What's up, Joe? I don't know. Some brother. Shit. Hey! Mr. Hadley... Do you trust your wife? Oh, that's funny. You're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth. What I mean is, do you think she'd go behind your back, try to hamstring you? That's it. Step aside, Mert. This ******'s having himself an accident. You don't push him off the roof. Because if you do trust her, there's no reason you can't keep that 35,000. What did you say? 35,000. 35,000? All of it. All of it? Every penny. You better start making sense. If you wanna keep all that money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-time-only gift to your spouse for up to $60,000. Bullshit! Tax-free? Tax-free. IRS can't touch one cent. You're that smart banker who killed his wife, aren't you? Why should I believe a smart banker like you? So I can end up in here with you? It's perfectly legal. Go ask the IRS. They'll say the same thing. Actually, I feel stupid telling you this. I'm sure you would've investigated the matter yourself. Yeah, ******* A. I don't need no smart wife-killing banker to tell me where the bear ---- and the buckwheat. Of course not. But you do need someone to set up the tax-free gift for you. And that'll cost you. A lawyer, for example. But they're ball-washing bastards. I suppose I could set it up for you. That would save you some money. If you get the forms, I'll prepare them for you. Nearly free of charge. I'd only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers. Co-workers. Get him. That's rich, ain't it? I think a man working outdoors feels more like a man if you can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion. Sir. What are you jimmies staring at? Back to work! Let's go to work! And that's how it came to pass that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of 49 wound up sitting in a row at 10 o'clock in the morning drinking icy-cold, Bohemia-style beer courtesy of the hottest 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. Hell, 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. Hey. Want a cold one, Andy? No, thanks. I can't help drinking. You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards.