Red suggests getting Andy a gift, and his friends agree. Remembering that Andy had been planning to make his own chess set, he says, "Guy likes to play chess.Let's get him some rocks." Heywood nods agreeingly...but then the phrase sinks in and he looks puzzled, turning to Red like a lost puppy.
While working in the field, the inmates try to find rocks for Andy's project to make chess pieces, and Heywood thinks he's found a good one until:
Floyd: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. It ain't alabaster either. Heywood: What are you, a fuckin' geologist? Snooze: He's right, it ain't. Heywood: Well what the hell is it, then? Red: A horse apple. Heywood: ...Bullshit. Red: No, horseshit. Petrified. [Heywood pulls the "rock" apart, revealing that's exactly what it is.] Heywood(disgusted): Oh, Jesus Chr— [The other inmates crack up.]
The prisoners are helping Andy to set up the prison library, coming across :
Heywood: Treasure Island. Robert Louis— Andy: Stevenson. 'Fiction' > 'Adventure'. What's next? Red: I got here... Auto Repair and... Soap Carving. Andy: 'Trade Skills and Hobbies'. Goes under 'Educational'. Stacked behind you. Heywood: Count of Monte Crisco. Floyd: That's 'Cristo', you dumb shit. [Red grins with laughter.]] Heywood: By Alexandree... Dumbass. Dumbass. [Red finally bursts out laughing.] Andy: ...dumbass? [Heywood shows the book as "proof"] Andy: Dumas. You know what it's about? You'll like it. It's about a prison break. Red: Well we ought to file that under 'Educational' too, oughtn't we?
The day the prison receives a shipment of books, they come with a letter for Andy, who's been sending letters to libraries asking for funding. It closes with, "We now consider the matter closed; please stop sending us letters!" Not only does he not listen, he decides to start sending them twoletters a week from then on.
Andy's first conversation with Red brings up the Running Gag of the in-mates saying they weren't guilty and were only incarcerated because their lawyers screwed them over. When Tommy joins the crew, Andy remembers exactly what Heywood said as a response: "Me? A lawyer fucked me." The look on Heywood's face is an expression that can't really be described with certainty.