Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, 1982 by Rita Hayworth & Shawshank Redemption 1982

Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, 1982 by Rita Hayworth & Shawshank Redemption 1982

Author:Rita Hayworth & Shawshank Redemption, 1982
Language: rus
Format: epub


about this golf pro guy, Quentin, I remember thinking that if El Blatch ever burgled

my house, and I found out about it later, I'd have to count myself just about the

luckiest motherfucker going still to be alive. Can you imagine him in some lady's

bedroom, sifting through her jool'ry box, and she coughs in her sleep or turns over

quick? It gives me the cold chills just to think of something like that, I swear on my mother's name it does.

'He said he'd killed people, too. People that gave him shit. At least that's what

he said. And I believed him. He sure looked like a man that could do some killing. He

was just so fucking high-strung! Like a pistol with a sawed-off firing pin. I knew a

guy who had a Smith & Wesson Police Special with a sawed-off firing pin. It wasn't no good for nothing, except maybe for something to jaw about. The pull on that gun

was so light that it would fire if this guy, Johnny Callahan, his name was, if he turned his record-player on full volume and put it on top of one of the speakers. That's how

El Blatch was. I can't explain it any better. I just never doubted that he had greased some people. 'So one night, just for something to say, I go: "Who'd you kill?" Like a joke, you know. So he laughs and says, "There's one guy doing time up Maine for

these two people I killed. It was this guy and the wife of the slob who's doing time. I was creeping their place and the guy started to give me some shit."

'I can't remember if he ever told me the woman's name or not,' Tommy went

on. 'Maybe he did. But in New England, Dufresne's like Smith or Jones in the rest of

the country, because there's so many Frogs up here. Dufresne, Lavesque, Ouelette,

Poulin, who can remember Frog names? But he told me the guy's name. He said the

guy was Glenn Quentin and he was a prick, a big rich prick, a golf pro. El said he

thought the guy might have cash in the house, maybe as much as five thousand dollars.

That was a lot of money back then, he says to me. So I go, "When was that?" And he goes, "After the war. Just after the war."

'So he went in and he did the joint and they woke up and the guy gave him

some trouble. That's what El said. Maybe the guy just started to snore, that's what I

say. Anyway, El said Quentin was in the sack with some hotshot lawyer's wife and

they sent the lawyer up to Shawshank State Prison. Then he laughs this big laugh.

Holy Christ, I was never so glad of anything as I was when I got my walking papers

from that place.'

I guess you can see why Andy went a little wonky when Tommy told him that

story, and why he wanted to see the warden right away. Elwood Blatch had been

serving a six-to-twelve rap when Tommy knew him four years before.



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