(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(DOGS BARKING)
KLAUS: Katie!
Cora!
MAN: You love your sister?
You make any noise, you
know what happens.
(INDISTINCT TALKING ON RADIO)
(TURNS OFF RADIO)
(WATER RUNNING)
Good morning, Estelle.
- OLD MAN: How am I looking, Paul?
- That's better. That's better.
(CHATTERING)
HECTOR: Morning, Mr. Edgecomb.
Some Danish this morning?
No, just two pieces of dry
toast, Hector. Thanks.
Leftover's fine.
- Dry and cold, same as always.
- Cold is better.
Hmm.
Especially on those long walks.
Am I right?
Don't let Nurse Godzilla catch you.
She'll raise holy hell.
We're not supposed
to let you wander off.
Where do you go every day? What
do you do up in those hills?
Just walk.
I like to walk.
You try not to fall
down, bust a hip.
I don't wanna be in no
damn search party.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
WOMAN 1: You want this Man
constantly in your life?
Explain the moral basis of that.
WOMAN 2: I've made mistakes.
Tony doesn't admit
that he's not a good father.
She can't ask nothing. You can't ask
nothing. I have six kids myself.
Why do we always
watch this stuff?
It's interesting.
Interesting? Bunch
of inbred trailer trash?
All they ever talk
about is f*cking.
- WOMAN 1: Ain't no way -
in this green earth...
I'd have a father like that.
If what you saying is true... No,
I'm talking now. I'm talking now.
What kind of a mother are you?
WOMAN 3: One that causes
people more...
MAN 1: Is going to let you
try the bodystrider...
You're dead! You
can't come back!
MAN 2: It's back. The
Popeil Pocket Fisherman.
WOMAN 4: Take my husband,
take my kids...
- Are you all right?
- Hmm?
You look tired.
You're not yourself.
No, I'm fine. I promise.
You're wearing yourself out with those
walks every day, I think.
Not that you asked me.
I just didn't sleep
well, is all.
I had a few bad dreams.
It happens.
I'll be fine.
(SINGING AND WHOOPING)
If Madge doesn't care,
I certainly don't.
Neither do I.
Now, this here is worth a look.
JERRY: I'm in heaven.
And my heart beats so
That I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find.
The happiness I seek.
When we're out together
Dancing cheek to cheek.
Heaven
I'm in heaven.
And the cares
that hung around me.
Through the week.
Seem to vanish.
Like a gambler's lucky streak
(PAUL SNIFFLES)
Paul, what is it?
(SOBBING)
My God.
I've got to get out of here.
(THUNDER CRASHES)
I guess sometimes the past just
catches up with you...
whether you want it to or not.
It's silly.
Was it the film?
It was, wasn't it?
I haven't spoken of these
things for a long time, Ellie.
Over 60 years.
Paul, I'm your friend.
I ever tell you that I was a prison
guard during the Depression?
You've mentioned it.
Did I mention that I was in charge
of death row?
That I supervised
all the executions?
Usually, death row
is called "The Last Mile".
We called ours "The Green Mile".
The floor was the color
of faded limes.
We had the electric chair.
"Old Sparky", we called it.
Oh, I've lived a lot
of years, Ellie, but...
1935, that takes the prize.
That year, I had...
the worst urinary
infection of my life.
It was...
It was also the year of...
John Coffey...
and the two dead girls.
(PRISONERS SINGING)
(DONKEYS BRAYING)
(HONKS HORN)
MAN 1: All right, now, hold on!
GUARD: Up on the tower!
New prisoner's coming in!
You men down in the yard, step
off the fence! Clear that gate!
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(PHONE RINGS)
Put me through to E Block.
(PHONE RINGING)
E Block.
Yeah.
Right.
Oh.
(SOFT KNOCKING)
BRUTAL: Paul? Prisoner.
Christ, give me a minute.
(PAUL GROANS)
You all right in there?
(GRUNTING)
For a Man pissing razorblades, yeah.
Ahh...
(TOILET FLUSHES)
You should've took the day
off to see the doctor.
With a new arrival?
You know better.
Besides...
it's not as bad as it was.
I think it's clearing up.
(HORN HONKS)
- All right. Let's look alive, Dean.
- Yes, sir.
(HORN HONKS)
Damn.
They're riding on the axle.
What'd they do?
They bust the Springs?
Ho...
Dead Man!
Dead Man walking!
- Who...?
- We got a dead Man walking here!
Jesus, please us,
what is he yelling about?
Paul...
you might reconsider getting
in the cell with this guy.
He's enormous.
Can't be bigger than you.
(CHUCKLES)
PERCY: Dead Man!
Dead Man walking!
Dead Man!
Dead Man walking!
Dead Man walking here!
Dead Man!
We got a dead Man walking here!
Dead Man walking!
- We got a dead Man walking here!
- PAUL: Percy.
That's enough.
Am I gonna have any trouble
with you, big boy?
Can you talk?
Yes, sir, boss. I can talk.
Move your ass. Let's go.
Come on.
Percy...
they're moving house
down in the infirmary.
Why don't you go see
if they could use some help.
They got all the men they need.
Why don't you just
go and make sure.
- Uh-uh.
- I don't care where you go...
as long as it's not here
at this very moment.
All right.
(CHUCKLES)
Ow!
God, you bust my finger.
I wiped that grin
off your face, didn't I?
g*dd*mn it, Percy, get
the hell off my block!
(DEL MOANING)
Uh-huh.
f*ck you, Percy.
We'll get that looked at, Del. In
the meantime, you just stay quiet.
Yeah. Yeah.
I let Harry take those
chains off you...
you gonna be nice?
Your name is John Coffey.
Yes, sir, boss.
Like the drink, only not
spelt the same.
Oh, you can spell, can you?
Just my name, boss.
J-O...
My name is Paul Edgecomb.
If I'm not here, you can
ask for Mr. Terwilliger...
Mr. Howell or Mr. Stanton.
These gentlemen right there.
Questions?
Do you leave the light
on after bedtime?
Because I get a little scared
in the dark sometime...
if it's a strange place.
It stays pretty bright
around here all night long.
We always keep a few lights
burning out in the corridor.
The corridor?
Right out there.
You can sit.
I couldn't help it, boss.
I tried to take it back,
but it was too late.
Dean, pull delacroix's card,
take him down to the infirmary,
see if those fingers are broken.
- Yes, sir.
- Of course they're broken.
I heard them bones cr*ck.
You hear what he was yelling
when we brought the dummy in?
How could I miss it? The
whole prison heard.
g*dd*mn Percy.
BRUTAL: You'll probably have to answer
for sending him off the Mile.
I'll chew that food
when I have to.
Right now I wanna hear about this new
inmate. Aside from how big he is, okay?
Monstrous big. Damn.
Oh, he seems meek enough.
- Is he Ret*rded, you figure?
- PAUL: Mm-hmm.
Looks like they sent us
an imbecile to execute.
Imbecile or not, he deserves
to fry for what he done.
Make your blood curdle.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
- What?! For God's sake, what?
- The girls! The girls are gone!
Papa! Papa, look! There's blood.
Oh, my God.
g*dd*mn it, Woman! Get on that phone now.
You tell them we headed west.
You mind what I'm saying!
We headed west!
Central! Are you on the line?
Oh, God, please. Somebody
took my little girls.
Katie!
Cora!
(BARKING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
Jesus.
I'll k*ll you!
(YELLING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
I couldn't help it.
I tried to take it back,
but it was too late.
Boy, you under arrest
for m*rder.
HAL: I interrupt?
PAUL: Well, I'm just about done.
Hey...
how's that pretty gal of yours?
Melinda's not so well, Paul.
Not so well at all.
More headaches?
Got laid
up with another one yesterday.
Worst one yet.
I'll be taking her over to Vicksburg
next day or so for some tests.
Head X-rays and who knows
what else.
She is scared to death.
Truth to tell, so am I.
If it's something they can
see on the X-ray...
maybe it's something
they can fix.
Maybe.
This just came in.
Doe on Bitterbuck.
You didn't come all the way
down here to hand me a Doe.
I had an angry call from the state
capitol about 20 minutes ago.
Is it true you ordered Percy
Wetmore off the block?
It is.
Now, I'm sure you
had reason, Paul...
but like it or not, the wife
of the governor has only one nephew...
and his name is Percy Wetmore.
Little Percy calls his aunt...
and squeals
like a schoolroom sissy.
He also mention he assaulted a prisoner
this morning out of sheer petulance?
Broke three fingers on Eduard
Delacroix's left hand.
I didn't hear that part. I'm
sure she didn't either.
The Man is mean
and careless and stupid...
and that's a bad combination
in a place like this.
Sooner or later, he'll get
somebody hurt or worse.
Stick with it, Paul.
It may not be much longer.
I have it on good authority that Percy
has an application in at Briar Ridge.
Briar Ridge? The
mental hospital.
Administration job.
Better pay.
Hmm.
Then why is he still here?
He could get that application
pushed through.
Hell, with his connections, he could
have any state job he wants.
You know what I think?
I think he just wants
to see one cook up close.
Well, he'll get his chance, then.
Won't he?
Maybe then he'll be satisfied and move on.
In the meantime...
- you'll keep the peace?
- Of course.
Of course.
Thank you, Paul.
Hal...
you give Melinda my love, okay?
I'm sure that X-ray will turn
out to be nothing at all.
You bet.
(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYS)
JAN: Paul.
- Hey, you.
- Hey.
The music too loud?
There's just this empty spot in the bed
where my husband usually sleeps.
He said to tell you he's having
a little trouble with that tonight.
Worried about Melinda and Hal?
Is that what's got you up?
Yeah, that...
and things.
Things.
We got a new inmate today.
Simple-minded fella.
Do I wanna know what he did?
- No.
- Mmm.
Things that happen
in this world.
It's a wonder God allows it.
Why don't you come to bed.
I think I have something
that'll help you sleep.
You can have all you want.
I still got something
wrong with my waterworks.
I don't wanna pass it on to you.
- Have you seen Doc Bishop yet?
- No.
(SIGHS) Paul.
He'll just want me
to take sulfa tablets...
and I'll spend the week
puking in my office.
It will run its course all by itself.
Thank you very much for your concern.
Poor old guy.
Oh.
(BRUTAL LAUGHING)
BRUTAL: Paul. Dean.
Yeah?
(MOUTHS) Come here. Go on.
BRUTAL: I guess the legislature
loosened up the purse strings enough...
to hire on a new guard.
Look again.
He's right...
there.
It ain't normal for a mouse
to come up on people this way.
- Maybe it's rabid.
- BRUTAL: Oh, my Christ.
- Yeah, it could be.
- Oh, the big mouse expert.
The Mouse Man.
You see him foaming
at the mouth, Mouse Man?
I don't see its mouth at all.
- Brutal, no. We'll be hip-deep in mice.
- I just wanna see what he'll do.
In the interest
of science, like.
He's in the damn restraint room.
And you just know he's chewing
the padding out of the walls...
making himself
a nice little nest.
All right.
Let's go get the damn mouse.
COFFEY: Boss.
Saw me a mouse go by.
Can't put anything over on you.
PAUL: Just watch your toes.
Watch your toes.
You let him get past you.
No, I did not. I been here
all the time.
Then where the hell is he?
Well, I don't know.
Three grown men...
outsmarted by a mouse.
Well, bright side is, all this commotion
probably scared him off for good.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's the last
we'll see of him.
(PERCY WHISTLING)
You little son of a bitch.
HARRY: Well, I'll be damned.
There he is, big as Billy-be-frigged.
I thought Brutal was pulling my leg.
- That's a g*dd*mn mouse.
- Yeah.
HARRY: Brute said
he was in here last night...
begging for food.
He come right on up to the desk.
- Give him some room, Percy.
- Huh?
- See what he does.
- All right.
He's a brave little bastard.
Gotta give him that.
(YELLS)
PERCY: g*dd*mn!
You little scurvy! Damn!
Percy, are you crazy, you
little son of a bitch?!
I'm gonna k*ll you!
- I'm gonna take you out!
- Percy! Percy!
You little vermin! I'm
gonna stomp your life out!
It's just a little mouse,
dumb merde.
You ugly little piece of sh...
- HARRY: Are you listening to me?
- f*ck!
- Percy!
- I'm gonna rip your diseased head off...
you little piece of sh*t!
- PERCY: Get on out of there!
- HARRY: I want you to stop this!
- PRISONER 1: Hey, boss!
- PRISONER 2: What's going on?
Percy met your mouse.
It's in here somewhere. I'm gonna
squish the little son of a bitch.
Percy, we already tried that.
Huh?
What'd you say?
I said that we...
Knock yourself out. Hope
you nail the bastard.
Oh, yeah.
(GRUNTING)
Gosh. He ain't in there, huh?
Don't that b*at the mousy band?
Percy...
you wanna think about what you
were doing just now?
I was trying to get the mouse.
Are you blind?
You also scared the living
crap out of me and Bill...
not to mention the inmates.
So what?
They aren't in cradle school,
in case you didn't notice.
Although you treat them
that way half the time.
We don't scare them any more
than we have to, Percy.
- They're under enough strain as it is.
- Men under strain can snap.
Hurt themselves and hurt others.
That's why our job is...
talking...
not yelling.
You'd do better to think of this place
like an intensive care ward of a hospital.
I think of it as a bucket
of piss to drown rats in.
That's all.
Anybody don't like it? Hmm?
You can kiss my ass.
Don't. Yeah, you try it. Go on.
Try it. You'll be on the bread
lines before the week is out.
Okay, Brutal.
We all know
who your connections are.
You ever thr*aten a Man on this block
again, we all gonna have a go.
Job be damned.
You done?
Get all this sh*t back in the restrain
room. You are cluttering up my Mile.
Arlen...
your daughter and her
family are here.
Let's move. I want at least
two rehearsals before he gets back.
Sitting down, sitting down!
Rehearsing now.
Everybody settle!
Arlen Bitterbuck, step forward.
Stepping forward, stepping
forward, stepping forward.
- Is his head properly shaved?
- Nope. It's all dandruffy, and it smells.
I will take that as a yes.
Let's go, Arlen.
TOOT-TOOT: Walking the Mile,
walking the Mile...
walking the Mile, walking
the Mile, walking the Mile...
walking the Mile.
I'm getting to my knees.
I'm praying, praying.
Lord is my Shepherd
and so forth and so on.
I'm sorry for all the bad
sh*t I've done and
people I've tramped
on 'n' everthin'...
And I hope
they forgive me and...
I'll never do it again,
that's for sure.
Paul, we're not gonna have
some Cherokee medicine Man in here...
hollering and shaking
his d*ck, are we?
- Well, actually...
- TOOT-TOOT: Still praying, still praying.
- Getting right with Jesus.
- Do it quietly! You old gink!
As I was saying, I don't believe
they actually shake their dicks, Harry.
Be that as it may
Mr. Bitterbuck is a Christian,
so we got
Reverend Schuster's coming in.
He's good. He's fast too.
Doesn't get them all worked-up.
On your feet. Come on, Toot.
You prayed enough for one day.
Getting to my feet!
Walking the Mile...,
walking the Mile,
walking the Green Mile.
Walking the Mile.
Walking in the Mile.
Sitting down now.
Sitting down. I'm taking
a seat in Old Sparky.
What do I do?
- Watch and learn.
- TOOT-TOOT: Watch and learn.
Getting strapped.
Getting clamped.
Getting wired.
All right.
Getting all electrode.
BRUTAL: Roll on one.
"Roll on one" means I turn
the generator up full.
You see the lights go
brighter in half the prison.
BRUTAL: Arlen Bitterbuck...
you've been condemned
to die by a jury...
sentence imposed by a judge
in good standing in this state.
Anything to say before your sentence
is carried out?
Yeah.
I want a fried chicken
with the gravy on the taters,
and I want to sh*t in your hat.
I got to have Mae West sit on my face
because I'm one horny m*therf*cker.
(LAUGHING)
You bastard.
TOOT-TOOT: That's a good one.
Quiet.
Quiet! Shut up!
- Shut up!
- Sorry, boss.
Toot, one more remark like that,
I'll have Van Hay roll on two for real.
And I'll have one less
crazy old trustee.
It was pretty funny.
That's why I don't like it. We'll be
doing this for real tomorrow night.
I don't want anybody remembering
some stupid joke like that
and getting going again.
You ever try not to laugh
in church when something funny
gets stuck in your head?
It's the same g*dd*mn thing.
I'm sorry, Paul. You're right.
Let's keep going.
Harry.
Soak the sponge.
TOOT-TOOT: Putting
on the black hood.
And putting on my cap.
Why's he putting
that sponge on his head?
Conducts electricity directly
to the brain fast like a b*llet.
You don't ever throw the switch
on a Man without that.
(TOOT-TOOT MAKES
GURGLING NOISES)
PAUL: Hush up there, Toot.
TOOT-TOOT: Getting screwed.
I'm getting the cap.
BRUTAL: Arlen Bitterbuck...
electricity shall be passed
through your body until you are dead...
in accordance with state law.
God have mercy on your soul.
Amen.
Roll on two.
And that's that.
(TOOT-TOOT YELLING)
I'm frying! I'm frying!
I'm a done tom Turkey!
This is a shocking experience!
One of the witnesses
showed up a day early.
Let's do it again, and let's get
it right this time.
Get that idiot out of the chair.
Do you think if a Man sincerely
repents on what he done wrong...
that he might get to go back to the time
that was happiest for him...
and live there forever?
Could that be what heavens like?
I just about believe
that very thing.
Hmm.
Had me a young wife
when I was 18.
Spent our first summer in the mountains.
Made love every night.
And she'd lie there after...
bare-breasted in the firelight.
And we'd talk sometimes
till the sun come up.
That was my best time.
PAUL: It'll be fine.
You'll do fine.
(ARLEN BREATHING HEAVILY)
BRUTAL: Arlen Bitterbuck...
electricity shall now be
passed through your body...
until you are dead,
in accordance with state law.
God have mercy on your soul.
Roll on two.
(ELECTRICITY HUMMING) (GRUNTING)
(HUMMING STOPS)
Again.
(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)
PERCY: Adios, chief.
Drop us a card from hell. Let
us know if it's hot enough.
He's paid what he owed.
He's square
with the house again...
so keep your g*dd*mn
hands off him.
What's up his ass?
You.
Always. You, Percy.
You gotta hate the new boy?
That the way it is around here?
Why don't you just move on?
Take that job at Briar Ridge?
Oh, yeah. I know all about it.
Sounds to me
like a pretty good job.
I might just take it too,
soon as you put me out front.
Yeah, you heard me.
I want Brutal's spot
for the next execution.
Seeing a Man die, now
that's not enough.
You gotta be close
enough to smell his nuts cook.
I just wanna be
out front, is all.
Come on. One time.
And then you know what?
You'll be rid of me. I swear.
And if I say no?
Well, I might just
stick around for good.
Make me a career of this...
boss.
(WOMAN SINGING ON RADIO)
(SHUDDERING)
(DEL LAUGHING)
You are not gonna believe this.
Look.
I done tame me that mouse.
We see that.
Ooh, ooh. Watch this.
Watch what he do.
Ain't he something, now?
He's smart, Mr. Jingles.
- Mr. Jingles?
- That his name.
He whispered in my ear.
Hey, captain...
could I have a box for my mouse
so he can sleep in here with me?
I noticed your English gets
better when you want something.
Wanna see what else he can do?
Watch, watch.
Mr. Jingle? Mr. Jingle,
wanna play fetch?
Wanna play fetch?
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Play fetch. Watch, watch.
(DEL CHUCKLING)
He fetch it every time.
Every time.
That's some smart mouse, Del. Like
he is a circus mouse or something.
Correct. That just what he is too.
He's a circus mouse.
When I get out,
he'll make me rich.
You just watch and see
if he don't do that.
Play fetch? We play fetch again?
PERCY: Well, well, well.
Looks like you found yourself
a new friend now, Del.
Don't hurt him.
- Okay?
- Is that the one I chased?
Yeah, that's the one.
Only Del says his name
is Mr. Jingles.
Is that so?
Del's been asking for a box.
Thinks the mouse will sleep in it, I guess.
Might keep it for a pet.
What do you think?
You know what? We ought
to find a cigar box...
and get some cotton batting
from the dispensary to line it with.
Yeah.
Yeah. That should do real nice.
Man said get a cigar box.
SECRETARY: Morning.
Hal, you wanted to see me?
Yeah.
Close the door.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So you know...
(SNIFFLES)
You got a new prisoner
coming in here tomorrow.
"William Wharton."
He's what you call...
a problem child.
Got "Billy the Kid"
tattooed on his left arm.
Been rambling all over the state
last few years...
causing all kinds of trouble.
Finally hit the big time.
k*lled three people in a holdup.
One of them a pregnant Woman.
Bad news all around.
Hal?
It's a tumor, Paul.
A brain tumor.
They got...
X-ray pictures of it.
It's the size
of a lemon, they said.
And...
way down...
deep inside, where
they can't operate.
I haven't told her.
I can't think how.
For the life of me, Paul...
I can't think
how to tell my wife...
she's going to die.
(GROANING)
Oh.
Aah.
Aah!
Oh!
Oh, God.
I'm going.
- What?
- To see Dr. Bishop. I'm going.
Today.
Soon as we get that new
inmate squared away.
That bad?
Oh, yeah.
The boy is doped to the gills.
Hmm?
Dean, hand me them clothes.
William Wharton?
Hey! You put on these
clothes now, you hear?
We're gonna have to do this.
PERCY: Hellraiser, huh?
Look more like a limp
noodle to me.
Hey. Hey.
You've been declared competent, son.
You know what that means?
Means you're gonna ride
the lightning. Yeah.
Percy, could you shut up,
give us a hand here?
Hellraiser.
DEL: Boss, you don't
look so good.
Look like you're
running you a fever.
(PHONE RINGING)
COFFEY: Boss Edgecomb?
I needs to see you
down here, boss.
I got things to tend to just
now, John Coffey. You just...
You just stay still,
in your cell.
E Block.
DEAN: Come on, let's go.
Come on. Look alive, big boy.
Careful.
- Careful.
- DEAN: Step up. Step up.
(GRUNTS)
(YELLING)
(PAUL GRUNTS)
(LAUGHING)
Where you going?
Where you going?
Ain't this a party now?
- Is it or what?
- Let him go.
- sh**t him.
- See who you hit.
- sh**t the son of a bitch.
- sh**t me!
- sh**t him!
- Hit him, Percy! g*dd*mn it! Hit him.
Hit me, you limp noodle.
Hit him, Percy!
g*dd*mn it, hit him!
- Come on, Percy. Hit me.
- Wharton, I'm warning you.
- You warning me? Warn me now.
- I'm warning you!
- You're warning me?!
- DEAN: sh**t him!
Well, come on...
(GROANS)
You're a big fucker.
Where'd you come from?
(DEAN GRUNTING)
BRUTAL: Come on, Dean.
Come on, boy, get up.
All right. Now, just breathe.
That's it. Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Breathe. Breathe, boy.
DEAN: Didn't see it coming.
- Come on, boy, breathe.
- I didn't see it coming...
Come on. Just breathe.
Just breathe.
We thought that he was doped.
Didn't we? Didn't we,
all of us, think he was doped?
You didn't ask?
PAUL: Well, I guess
that's not a mistake...
you'll be needing to make
again anytime soon, is it?
You go get Dean and Harry looked at.
Make sure they're all right.
Percy, you make the report
to the warden for me.
Start up by saying
the situation's under control. It's not a story.
He won't appreciate you
drawing out the suspense.
What about you? You're
about ready to collapse.
I've got the Mile
till you all come back.
Go on, now. Go.
BRUTAL: Come on, boy.
Let's get you looked at.
(DOOR CLOSES)
COFFEY: Boss, I needs
to see you down here.
This is not a good
time, John Coffey...
not a good time at all.
But I needs to see you, boss.
I needs to talk to you.
(GRUNTING)
Closer.
Boss, you know you ain't
supposed to do that.
Mind your business, Del.
What do you want, John Coffey?
Just to help it.
COFFEY: Don't be afraid.
Help!
Help! John Coffey's k*lling
Boss Edgecomb!
Help!
- What are you doing?
- DEL: Help!
Boss Howell! Help!
Boss Stanton! Somebody, come!
Help!
(PAUL GRUNTING)
Aah!
DEL: Help! Boss Howell!
Boss Stanton!
Somebody, come! John
Coffey's k*lling Boss Edgecomb!
Del, for chrissakes, shut up!
(COUGHING)
What did you just do to me?
I helped it.
Didn't I help it?
I just took it back, is all.
Awful tired now, boss.
Dog-tired.
DEL: Boss, what that Man
do to you?
(URINATES)
Ahh.
(WOMAN SINGING ON RADIO)
Hey, honey. How you feeling?
Oh, not too bad.
What did the doctor say?
Oh, you know doctors.
Gobbledygook, mostly.
Gobbledygook.
Having stew tonight.
What are you doing?
What does it feel like?
Well, I know what it feels like.
It feels great.
(JAN MOANING)
(PAUL MOANING)
- Paul.
- Yeah?
- Not that I'm complaining...
- Uh-huh.
But we haven't gone four times
in one night since we were 19.
- Yeah, we did, at your mom's.
- Mm-hmm.
Wanna tell me what's going on?
Well...
see, the thing is...
I never actually made it
in to Dr. Bishop's yesterday.
Brutal, Paul. Listen.
I'm thinking of taking the morning
off sick. You cover the fort for me?
That's swell. Thanks.
Yeah, no, I'm sure
I'll feel better.
Okay. Okay.
You're sure you
ought to do this?
I'm not sure what I'm sure of.
Burt, you got some company.
Can I offer you a cold drink?
Oh, yes, ma'am. A cold drink
would be fine. Thank you.
Mr. Hammersmith, your office said
I might find you at home today.
Hope I'm not troubling you.
Well, that depends, Mr...?
Paul Edgecomb. I'm E Block
supervisor up on Cold Mountain.
The Green Mile.
Yeah, I've heard of it. Lost
a few clients your way.
I'd like to ask you
about one of them.
- Have a seat.
- Thank you.
Which client?
Now you got
my curiosity aroused.
- John Coffey.
- Ah.
Coffey.
He causing you problems?
No. Can't say he is. He doesn't
like the dark and cries on occasion...
but other than that...
He cries, does he? Well, got
a lot to cry about, I'd say.
You know what he did.
I read the court transcript.
- Thank you, missus.
- My pleasure.
Kids! Lunch is about ready.
Y'all come on up.
TOGETHER: Coming, Mama!
What exactly are you
trying to find out?
I've wondered if he did
anything like that before.
Why? Has he said anything?
No, but a Man who does
a thing like that...
has often developed a taste for it
over time. It occurred to me...
that it might be easy enough to follow
his back trail. Find out.
A Man his size, and colored to boot,
can't be that hard to trace.
You'd think so,
but you'd be wrong.
Believe me, we tried.
Like he'd dropped
out of the sky.
How can that be?
We're in a depression. A third
of the country's out of work.
People are drifting by the thousands,
looking for jobs, for greener grass.
Even a giant like Coffey wouldn't
get noticed everywhere he goes.
Not until he kills
a couple of little girls.
He is...
strange, I admit.
But there doesn't seem to be
any real v*olence in him.
I know violent men,
Mr. Hammersmith.
I deal with them day
in and day out.
You didn't come to ask me
whether he k*lled before.
You came to see if I think
he did it at all.
Do you?
One seldom sees a less
ambiguous case.
He was found with the victims
in his arms.
And yet you defended him.
Everyone is entitled
to a defense.
MRS. HAMMERSMITH: Kids! Lunch!
Y'all listen to your mama now!
I'll tell you something.
And you listen close too, because it
might be something you need to know.
I'm listening.
We had us a dog.
Just a sweet mongrel.
You know the kind.
Well, in many ways, a good
mongrel dog is like a n*gro.
You get to know it.
Often, you get to love it. It
is of no particular use...
but you keep it around because you
think it loves you.
If you're lucky, Mr. Edgecomb, you
never have to find out any different.
My wife and I were not so lucky.
Caleb, come here for a second.
Come here.
Please, son.
He still has the one good eye.
I suppose he's lucky...
not to be completely blind.
We get down on our knees and thank
God for that much at least.
Right, Caleb?
Okay, go on in now.
That dog att*cked
my boy for no reason.
Just got it in his mind one day.
The same with John Coffey.
He was sorry afterwards.
Of that I have no doubt.
But those little girls...
stayed r*ped and m*rder*d.
Maybe he'd never done it before.
My dog never bit before.
But I didn't concern
myself with that.
I went out with my r*fle, grabbed
his collar and blew his brains out.
Is Coffey guilty?
Yes, he is.
Don't you doubt it.
And don't you turn
your back on him.
You may get away with it once
or even a hundred times...
but in the end...
you'll get bit.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Oh, me! Oh, my!
PAUL: John. John.
I'm smelling me some corn bread.
It's from my missus.
She wanted to thank you.
Thank me for what?
Well, you know.
(WHISPERS) For helping me.
Helping you with what?
You know.
Oh.
Was your missus pleased?
Several times.
Oh, John, I can smell that from over here.
I surely can.
Can I give Del
and Mr. Jingles some?
Well, it's yours, John. You
can do with it as you please.
Here. This for Del
and Mr. Jingles.
Hey! What about me? I'm gonna
get some too, ain't I?
It's yours, John. As you please.
I think I'll just
keep the rest, then.
Courtesy of the gentleman
across the way.
Oh, John, that's so
very fine of you.
I thank you.
Mr. Jingle thank you.
My mama would thank you
too, but she dead.
Welcome.
Hey! What about me? Don't you hold
out on me, you big dummy n*gg*r.
(WHARTON LAUGHS)
Ooh, here come the boss Man.
You'll keep a civil
tongue on my block.
You get that one for free.
But that's the last one.
That's it? Just
that little titty-bitty one?
I guess I'm gonna have to pay
you out for the rest, huh?
(SPLASHING)
(WHARTON LAUGHS)
Yee-haw!
Good sh*t, weren't it?
The look on your face!
HARRY: Do you believe this?
That son of a bitch
pissed on me.
WHARTON: Did y'all like that?
I'm currently cooking
up some turds to go with it.
Nice soft ones.
(GRUNTS)
Have them out to y'all tomorrow.
We've been meaning to clean
out that room for a while, haven't we?
Oh, yeah.
WHARTON: Hey! Hey! Be careful with that.
That's fragile.
Hey. Hey! What's it now? What's it now?
Moving day?
Y'all wanna come in here
and dust a little?
You can shine my knob
for me while you're at it.
You can come in here
on your legs...
but you'll go out on your backs.
Billy the Kid gonna
guarantee you that.
Come on, f*ck-stick. No
sneaking up on me this time.
We'll go Man-to-Man.
Piss on me?
(YELLING)
(COUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
Come on, Wild Bill.
Little walky-walky.
Don't you call me that! Wild Bill
Hickok wasn't no range rider!
He was just
some bushwhacking John Law!
Dumb son of a bitch sat with his back
to the door, k*lled by a drunk.
Oh, my suds and body.
A history lesson.
Oh, you just never know what you gonna
get at work every day on the Green Mile.
Thank you, Wild Bill.
(YELLING)
Not in there. Not in there. I'll be good.
Fellers, I'll be good.
Honest injun, I will. I will.
(GURGLING)
- Christ, he's pitching a fit.
- He'll be fine, boys. Trust me on this one.
One, two, three.
Hey. Hey!
(SCREAMING)
Hey, fellers.
Hey, it's not funny. All I...
All I wanted me was a little corn
bread, you m*therf*ckers!
All I wanted me
was a little corn bread!
I learned my lesson.
I'll be good.
(BELCHES)
WHARTON: Psst.
Hey, Toot.
Give you a nickel
for that Moon Pie.
Ooh, ooh.
Little Black Sambo!
(IMITATES SAMBO) Yes, sir, yes, sir.
How do you do?
Hope your bags are packed.
My bags are packed!
I'm ready to go!
Where are we going? Let's go!
No! No! No!
Let me out of here!
Let me out of here!
That Moon Pie thing was pretty original.
Gotta give him that.
Oh, yeah.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Del, grab up your things. It's a big
day for you and Mr. Jingles.
What you talking about?
Important folks heard about your mouse.
Wanna see him perform.
PAUL: Not just prison
guards either.
One's a politician all the way
from the state capitol, I believe.
You fellas coming?
No, we got other fish
to fry just now, Del.
But you knock them for a loop.
You knock them for a loop, Del.
Just like Mr. Harry says.
All right, let's move briskly, folks.
There's not much time.
All right, rehearsing now!
Gotta move our ass.
Ain't got much time.
I been fixing the plumbing
here for 10 years.
Ain't never had to wear
no damn tie before.
Well, you're the VIP today,
Earl, so just shut up.
(KNOCKING)
All right, everybody
have a seat.
This is great.
All right.
Eduard Delacroix, electricity shall
now be passed through your body...
until you are dead...
in accordance with state law.
God have mercy on your soul.
Roll on two.
That's that.
Very good. Very professional.
Let's do it again.
You got all the words right.
It sounded just fine.
- Thank you.
- Yep.
It's hard to keep a straight face
when Toot's acting the goat.
You got that chin strap tight
because his head will buck...
All right, break it up.
(DEL LAUGHING)
- So?
- Oh, they love Mr. Jingles.
They laugh over there.
They cheer. They
clap their hands.
Well, that's just aces.
Isn't that something?
You done good, old-timer.
We're happy for you.
Yeah, we are.
- Boo!
- Aah!
Percy, you sh*t.
Come on. Del, get up.
Del, you numb-wit. I didn't
mean nothing by it.
I was just playing.
Come on, now.
I was just having... Aah!
- Ain't you sweet.
- PAUL: Wharton.
- Soft like a girl.
- Let him go.
I'd rather f*ck your assh*le...
than your sister's p*ssy,
I think.
Wharton!
(MOANING)
I let him go. I was just playing.
I let him go.
I'd never hurt a hair
on his pretty little head.
Your noodle ain't limp
at all, lover boy.
I think you sweet
on old Billy the Kid.
Ooh, but smell you.
(DEL LAUGHING)
DEL: Look.
He done piss his pants.
Oh, my God.
Look what the big Man done.
- He bust other people with a stick.
- Come on, get in.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Somebody touch him, he make water
in his pants like a little baby.
Del! Learn when to shut up.
All right, now.
Don't touch me.
You...
You talk about this to anyone...
I'll get you all fired.
I swear that to God.
What happens on the Mile stays
on the Mile. Always has.
Yeah, you keep laughing,
you French-fried f*gg*t!
You just keep on laughing!
Wetmore a good name for you!
Percy Wetmore do a dance.
Listen to him squishing
in his pant.
PAUL: Well, what about Dean?
He's got a little boy.
He'd love to have
a pet mouse, I bet.
How could a boy be
trusted with Mr. Jingle?
Maybe forget to feed him.
How he keep up with his training? I mean,
he just a boy, n' est-Ce pas? Right?
Mmm.
All right. I'll take him, then.
Me.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Thank you kindly, but...
you live out in the woods.
Mr. Jingle, he be...
He be scared to live
out in the big woods.
How about Mouseville?
- Mouseville?
- Tourist attraction down in Florida.
Tallahassee, I think.
- Is that right, Paul? Tallahassee?
- Yeah. Tallahassee.
It's just down the road a piece
from the dog university.
You think they'd take
Mr. Jingles?
- You think he's got the stuff?
- Well, he is pretty smart.
What is Mouseville?
Tourist attraction, I said.
They got this big
tent you go into.
- You have to pay?
- Are you sh1tting me? Course you pay.
- Dime apiece. Two cents for the kids.
- For the kids.
Inside the tent they got this...
mouse city...
made out of...
old boxes and toilet paper rolls,
little windows so you can look in.
Plus, they got the Mouseville
All-Star Circus.
Yeah, there's mice
that swing on trapeze.
Mice that roll barrels.
Mice that stack coins.
Yeah, that's it.
That's the place
for Mr. Jingles.
You gonna be a circus
mouse after all.
You're gonna live in a mouse
city down in Florida.
There he goes.
No! Mr. Jingles!
No! No! No!
- You k*ll my mouse.
- I knew I'd get him sooner or later.
It was just a matter
of time, really.
DEL: You f*cking cruel bastard!
Give him to me.
Give him to me. Might
still be time.
What are you doing?
Paul?
What the hell...?
DEL: Please, John.
Help him.
Please, Johnny, help him.
(BLOWING)
Oh, dear Jesus.
The tail.
Look at the tail.
(WHEEZES)
(COUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
What did you do?
I helped Del's mouse...
he's a circus mouse.
Gonna live in a mouse city...
down in...
Florida.
Boss Percy bad.
He mean. He step on Del mouse.
I took it back, though.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
PAUL: Brute...
you come along with me.
You fellas go on back
to your cribbage game.
Now, don't start in on me.
It was just a mouse.
Never belonged here
in the first place.
The mouse is fine.
Just fine. You're no better
at mouse-k*lling than you are...
at anything else around here.
Yeah, you expect me
to believe that? Huh?
I heard the g*dd*mn
thing crunch.
Aren't you glad
Mr. Jingles is okay?
After all those talks
we had about...
keeping the prisoners calm?
- Aren't you relieved?
- What kind of game is this?
It's no game.
See for yourself.
Go on.
(DEL MUMBLING)
Don't let nothing
happen to Mr. Jingle.
You switched them. You switched
them somehow, you bastards.
I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet
for occasions such as this.
Yeah, you playing with me, huh?
Both of you.
Just who the hell
you think you are?
Aah!
PAUL: We're the people
you work with.
But not for long.
Percy, I want your word.
My word?
I put you out front for Del...
you put in your transfer to Briar
Ridge the very next day.
Well, what if I just call up certain
people and tell them you're harassing me?
- Bullying me.
- Go ahead.
I promise you'll leave your share
of blood on the floor.
- Over a mouse?
- No.
But four men will swear
you stood by...
while Wild Bill tried
to strangle Dean to death.
About that, people will care. Even your uncle
the governor will care about that.
Thing like that goes
on your work record.
Work record can follow a Man
around for a long, long time.
PAUL: I put you out front...
you put in for that transfer.
That's the deal.
All right.
You make a promise to a Man,
you shake his hand.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
Hey, boys.
No, now, say hey, Mr. Jingles.
PAUL: Eduard Delacroix,
will you step forward?
Boss Edgecomb.
Yes, Del?
Don't let nothing happen
to Mr. Jingle, okay?
Here. You take him.
Del.
I can't have a mouse
on my shoulder while...
you know.
COFFEY: I'll take him, boss.
Just for now, if Del don't mind.
Yeah.
Yeah, you take him, John. You take
him till this foolishment be done.
You gonna take him to Florida,
to that Mouseville?
We'll do it together,
most likely.
- Maybe take a little vacation time.
- Yeah.
People pay a dime
apiece to see him.
Two cents for the kids. Ain't
that right, Boss Howell?
That's right, Del.
You're a good Man, Boss Howell.
You too, Boss Edgecomb.
I sure wish I could've met
you guys somewhere else.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Hope he's good and scared.
Hope he knows the fires are stoked
and that Satans imps are waiting.
Del, it's all right.
Roll on one.
(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)
You be still, Mr. Jingles.
You be so quiet and so still.
Eduard Delacroix...
you've been condemned to die
by a jury of your peers.
Sentence imposed by a judge
in good standing in this state.
You have anything to say
before sentence is carried out?
I sorry for what I...
I sorry for what I do.
I give anything to take it back.
But I can't.
God have mercy on me.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Amen.
Don't forget about Mouseville.
Hey...
there's no such place.
That's just a fairy tale these
guys told you to keep you quiet.
Just thought you
should know, f*gg*t.
(DEL PRAYING IN FRENCH)
Eduard Delacroix...
electricity shall now be passed
through your body until you are dead...
in accordance with state law.
God have mercy on your soul.
Roll on two!
(GRUNTING)
(WHOOPING)
(YELLING)
(WHISPERS) The sponge is dry.
What?
- Damn it! The g*dd*mn sponge is dry!
- Well, don't you stop it!
Don't you do it!
It's too late for that.
(SCREAMING)
Is this normal?
God, the smell.
He's cooking now! They
cooking him good!
They're about done, I reckon!
(GRUNTS)
WHARTON: We're gonna
have a hoedown!
(WHOOPING)
He's cooking now!
He's cooking now!
We gonna have a hoedown!
'Cution gumbo. Give me some!
Give me some!
I'm smelling gumbo!
I'm smelling...
I said, give me some!
I smell it!
- Aah!
- I smell it!
- Should I k*ll the juice?
- No! Roll, for chrisssake, roll!
(CROWD MOANING)
He's frying now!
He's frying now!
He's frying now!
Why don't you shut it down?
He's still alive. You want me to shut
down while he's still alive?
You watch, you son of a bitch!
It's all right, folks!
It's all under control!
Everybody stay calm!
Please, stay calm.
k*ll it!
You do it! You're running
this show, ain't you?
I didn't know the sponge
is supposed to be wet.
Aah!
Brutal!
Brutal, no!
- No!
- What do you mean, no?
How can you say, no?!
You saw what he did!
Delacroix's dead! Now there's nothing
that can change that
and Percy is not worth it!
So he just gets away with it!
Is that how it works?
What in the blue f*ck was that?
Jesus Christ.
There's puke
all over the floor up there.
And the smell.
I got Van Hay to open both doors, but that smell
won't go out for five damn years.
That's what I'm betting.
And that assh*le Wharton
is singing about it!
You can hear him up there!
Can he carry a tune, Hal?
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, boys, okay.
Now, what in the hell happened?
An execution. A successful one.
How in the name of Christ can
you call that a success?
Eduard Delacroix is dead.
Isn't he?
Percy...
something to say?
I didn't know the sponge
is supposed to be wet.
How many years you spend
pissing on a toilet seat...
- before someone told you to put it up?
- Percy f*cked up, Hal.
Pure and simple.
That's your official position?
Don't you think it should be?
He's putting in for a transfer
request to Briar Ridge tomorrow.
Moving on to bigger
and better things.
Isn't that right, Percy?
Yeah. Yeah.
WHARTON: Barbecue.
Me and you Stinky, pinky.
Weren't Billy,
Jilly, Hilly or Pa.
It was a French-fried
Cajun Named Delacroix.
Whoo.
Barbecue Me and you.
Stinky, pinky Phew phew phew.
Weren't Billy, Jilly...
You're 10 seconds away from spending
the rest of your life in the padded room.
Poor old Del.
Yeah.
Poor old Del.
John...
you okay?
I could feel it from here.
What do you mean?
You could hear it.
Is that what you mean?
You could hear it.
He out of it now, though.
He the lucky one.
No matter how it happened,
Del the lucky one.
Where's Mr. Jingles?
He run away under that door.
Don't think he'll be back.
He felt it too, through me.
Didn't mean to hurt him none.
All that hurt just spill out.
Awful tired now, boss.
Dog-tired.
Me too, John.
Me too.
(JAZZY MUSIC PLAYS)
I hate this.
I know.
JAN: Melinda, hi.
I am so happy to see you.
Look at you.
We missed you at church.
My hair...
- You look fine.
- I'm just a mess.
She's having
one of her good days.
I thank God for that.
What's a bad day?
Sometimes she's...
She's not herself anymore.
She swears.
She swears?
It just pops out.
Most awful language
you can imagine.
She doesn't even know
she's doing it.
I didn't know she'd ever
heard words like that.
To hear her say them
in her sweet voice...
I'm glad she's having
a good day, Paul.
I'm glad for you and Jan.
Honey...
if you don't tell me
what's on your mind...
I'm afraid I'll have
to smother you with a pillow.
I'm thinking I love you.
I'm thinking I don't know
what I would do if you were gone.
Oh.
I'm also thinking I'm gonna
have the boys over tomorrow.
Well, you sure do know
how to cook chicken.
Well, thank you.
This is one delicious treat,
ma'am, before I go to work.
I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Hey, Brutal, you gonna
hog all them taters?
Yes, I am. Harry, you
want some potatoes?
- Come on, now.
- What?
JAN: Soon we'll just see your feet
sticking out of there, Brutus.
You all saw what he did
to the mouse.
I could've gone the rest of the day
without you bringing that up.
I could've gone
the rest of the year.
He did the same thing to me.
He put his hands on me.
He took my bladder
infection away.
It's true. When he came
home that day, he was...
all better.
DEAN: Oh, now, wait.
You're talking about...
an authentic healing?
A praise-Jesus miracle?
I am.
Oh, yeah.
Well, if you say
it, I accept it.
What's it got to do with us?
- You're thinking about Melinda.
- Melinda?
- Melinda Moores?
- Yeah. So, Paul...
you really think
you can help her?
It's not a bladder infection
or even a busted mouse...
- but there might be a chance.
- Hold on now.
You're talking about our jobs. Sneak
a sick Woman into a cellblock?
Oh, no. No, no. Hal
would never stand for that.
You know him. He wouldn't believe
anything if it fell on him.
So you're talking about...
taking John Coffey to her.
That's more than just
our jobs, Paul.
- That's prison time, we get caught.
- Dang right it is.
PAUL: No, not for you, Dean.
The way I figure it, you
stay back on the Mile.
That way, you can
deny everything.
Why do I have to stay behind?
Well, our boy's grown up...
gone off to school.
Harry's girls, they're
all married now.
Brutal's a single Man.
You're the only one here
with two children, another one on the way.
Let's not discuss this as if we're
thinking of doing it.
Brutal, help me out here.
- I'm sure she's a fine Woman.
- The finest.
What is happening to her
is an offense, Brutal...
to the eye and the ear
and to the heart.
I have no doubt.
But we don't know her
like you and Jan do. Do we?
And let's not forget, John
Coffey is a m*rder*r.
Now, what if he escapes?
I'd hate to lose my job
or go to prison...
but I'd hate worse to have
a dead child on my conscience.
I don't think
that's gonna happen.
In fact...
I don't think he did it at all.
I do not see God putting
a gift like that...
in the hands of a Man
who'd k*ll a child.
That's a very tender notion, but the Man
is on death row for the crime.
And plus...
he's huge.
If he tried to get away, it'd take
a lot of b*ll*ts to stop him.
We'd all have shotguns,
in addition to side arms.
I'd insist on that.
If he tried anything,
anything at all...
we'd have to take him down.
You understand?
So...
tell us what you had in mind.
- PAUL: Oh, there it is.
- BRUTAL: Oh, I see it.
You think this is enough?
I don't know.
You fellas thirsty?
Fresh out of the icebox.
- You bet. That's swell, Brutal. Thanks.
- BRUTAL: Oh, yeah.
HARRY: Hot in here. Boy, howdy.
Hey, hey. I'm gonna get
some too, ain't I?
- My ass, you get some too.
- What makes you think you deserve any?
Because I got a big pecker.
Well, the day report
says he's been okay.
WHARTON: Hell, yeah,
I been behaved.
Come on, now. Don't
be stingy hogs.
WHARTON: Come on.
Come on now, fellers.
Come on, boss.
I been good all day.
It's hot in here.
It's hot in this cell, and I'm
dogged to drink. I'm thirsty.
Why don't you give me some?
Come on.
You gonna stay behaved?
- Come on, you clunk, give me that.
- You promise me...
or I'll drink this
myself right here.
Don't, don't... Come on, now.
Don't be that way.
I'll be good.
(BELCHING)
Cup.
Anybody wants out,
now's the time.
After this, there's no
turning back.
So?
We gonna do this?
COFFEY: Sure.
That'd be just fine.
I'd like to take a ride.
Guess we're all in.
What is this?
- Payback.
- BRUTAL: That's right.
(GRUNTING)
- No, you let me go! Let go of me!
- Settle down.
- Let go!
- Settle down.
- What are you doing?
- Settle down.
Ooh.
- "Miss Lotta Leadpipe."
BRUTAL: Oh, Percy.
- What would your mother say?
- You let go of me, you ignoramus.
I know people. Big people!
Percy, stick out your arms
like a good lad.
No, I won't do it.
You can't make me.
You're dead wrong
about that, you know.
(YELLING)
You gonna put your arms up?
A big Man is ripping your ears off, Percy.
I'd do as he says.
Aah!
There you go.
Please, Paul.
Please don't put me in with Wild Bill.
Please don't.
You would thank that.
No, no, you can't do this to me.
You can't do this to me.
You can't.
I'm gonna let you
in on a little secret, Percy.
We can and we are.
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
We'll give you a few hours
of quiet time, Percy,
so you can... reflect
on what you did to Del.
And if you get lonely, just
think about Miss Leadpipe.
All right, let's go
over it one more time.
What do you say
if somebody stops by?
Coffey got upset
after lights out...
so we put the coat on him, locked
him in the restraint room.
They hear kicking,
they'll think it's him.
What about me?
You're down in Admin pulling Del's file,
going over the witnesses...
on account of how big
a screwup the execution was.
We going for the ride now?
That's right. We
going for the ride.
What about us, Dean?
You, Harry, Percy,
all down in the laundry doing your wash.
Probably take a few hours
before you're back.
(GASPING)
Where you think you going?
You a bad Man.
That's right, n*gg*r.
Bad as you'd want.
What's wrong? What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Whoo!
Whole room... Whole
room's spinning.
It's like I'm shitty-ass drunk.
Had me some shine or...
Or what?
n*gg*r*s ought to have
their own electric chair.
White Man...
ought not to have to sit in no
n*gg*r electric chair. No, sir.
He a bad Man.
Look, boss.
- It's Cassie, the lady in the rocking chair.
- Shh!
(WHISPERS) John, we have
to be quiet now.
(WHISPERS) You see her?
You see the lady?
BRUTAL: Yeah, we see her, John.
Come on.
PAUL: Let's go. Go, go!
PAUL: Now!
(INHALES)
All right, big boy. Let's get moving.
Come on.
PAUL: Upsy-Daisy.
John, do you know where
we're taking you tonight?
Help a lady?
BRUTAL: That's right.
But how do you know?
Don't know.
Tell the truth, boss, I don't
know much of anything.
I never have.
(KNOCKS ON TRUCK)
We can still turn back.
Boss, look. Someone's up.
(SIGHS)
This was a mistake.
- Oh, Christ, what were we thinking?
- It's too late now. John, you stay.
Harry, you keep John
here till we call you.
Who the hell goes there at 2:30
in the g*dd*mn morning?
Hal, it's us.
It's Paul and Brutal.
- It's us.
- Jesus.
It isn't a lockdown, is it?
Or a riot?
No. Hal, for God's sakes, just
take your finger off the trigger.
Are you hostages?
Who's out there?
- Who's by that truck?
- Harry, the lights!
John Coffey.
- Halt!
- PAUL: Hal.
- You stay right where you are!
- Relax, now. Take it easy, now.
- Don't you move!
- Wait!
- I'm warning you.
- John, wait!
- PAUL: Hal, listen to me!
- Halt right there or I'll sh**t!
- I said, halt!
- PAUL: Hal, put the g*n down!
Halt!
- Hal.
- MELINDA: Hal!
Hal, who you talking
to down there?
- MELINDA: g*dd*mn it!
- Hal, now, nobody is hurt.
And we are here to help.
Help what? I don't understand.
You're just gonna
have to trust me.
- What do you want?
- MELINDA: Hal!
Make them go away!
I don't want no salesmen...
in the middle of the night.
Tell them to take a flying
f*ck at a rolling...
COFFEY: Just to help.
Just to help, boss. That's all.
You can't. No one can.
(MELINDA CRYING AND MOANING)
- MELINDA: Stay out of here!
- Don't you go in there!
- Whoever you are, just stay out!
- Don't you do it!
I'm not dressed for visitors.
You stop now. You hear me?
- Paul, I don't want him up there.
- COFFEY: Boss...
you just be quiet now.
It's all right, Hal.
It's all right.
Hal, watch. Just watch him.
Don't come near me, pig fucker.
Why do you have so many scars?
Who hurt you so badly?
Don't hardly remember, ma'am.
What's your name?
John Coffey, ma'am.
Like the drink...
only not spelt the same.
Ma'am?
Yes, John Coffey?
I see it.
(MELINDA CRIES)
What's happening?
Shh, you be still now. You
be so quiet and so still.
(INHALING)
(RUMBLING)
(COFFEY COUGHING)
Come on, John. Sick it up.
Come on. Cough it
out like you done before.
He's choking. Whatever he sucked
out of her, he's choking on it.
John.
I'll be fine. Just let me be.
How did I get here?
We were going to the hospital
in Vicksburg.
Remember?
Shh, Melly...
it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Did I have the X-ray?
Did I?
Yes.
Yes. It was clear.
There was no tumor.
(SOBBING)
John, can you stand up? Can you
turn around and see this lady?
(GRUNTING)
(COUGHING)
What's your name?
John Coffey, ma'am.
Like the drink.
Only not spelt the same.
No, ma'am, not spelt
the same at all.
Melly... No, you can't.
I dreamed of you.
I dreamed you were
wandering in the dark.
And so was I.
And we found each other.
We found each other in the dark.
Take it, John. It's a present.
It's St. Christopher.
I want you to have
it, Mr. Coffey.
And wear it.
He'll keep you safe.
Please.
Wear it for me.
Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you, John.
Christ, he goes down, it'll take three mules
and a crane to pick him up again.
Take it easy, John. You
gotta stay on your feet.
(COUGHING)
He'll never sit in Old Sparky.
You know that, don't you?
He swallowed that stuff
for a reason.
I give him a few days.
One of us will be doing a cell check,
and he'll be dead on his bunk.
Well, if that's his choice,
he's earned it.
Let's just get him
back on the Mile.
(WHEEZING AND COUGHING)
Am I happy to see you.
You were gone so long.
Wild Bill's making noise
like he's waking up.
- What the hell happened to him?
- He's hurting, Dean. He's hurting bad.
Okay, John. We gonna...
set you down on your bed now.
Here we go.
Well?
What about Mrs. Moores?
Was it like the mouse?
Was it...
- you know, a miracle?
- Yes.
Yes, it was.
Damn.
Now...
I want to talk, not shout.
I take that tape off,
you gonna be calm?
Mm-hmm.
My mother always says you do it
fast, it won't hurt so much.
Mmm! Mmm!
Guess she was wrong.
(COUGHING)
Let me out of this nut-coat.
- In a minute.
- Now!
Right now! I want out now...!
Aah!
Shut up and listen.
Now, you deserved to be punished for what you
did to Del. You accept it like a Man.
Or else we'll make you sorry you
were ever born. We'll tell people...
- how you sabotaged Del's execution...
- Sabotaged?
How you pissed yourself
like a frightened little girl.
Oh, yes, we will talk.
But, Percy...
you mind me, now.
We'll also see you beaten
within an inch of your life.
PAUL: We know people too.
Are you so foolish, you
don't realize that?
Let bygones be bygones, hmm?
Nothing's hurt so
far but your pride.
No one ever need know about that,
except the people in this little room.
What happens on the Mile
stays on the Mile.
Always has.
Hmm.
May I be let
out of this coat now?
My things?
Think it over, Percy.
Oh, I intend to.
I intend to think
it over very hard.
Starting right now.
He'll talk. Sooner or later.
- HARRY: Hey, let him go!
- PAUL: John, let go!
- Let go, John!
- BRUTAL: John, g*dd*mn it! Let him go!
PAUL: Let go, John! No!
- AAH! PAUL: Back off!
- PAUL: John, stop it! Stop it, John!
- Let him go! Back off!
John, let him go!
(EXHALES)
(MOUTHS) Oh, my God!
(GURGLING)
(GRUNTS)
Easy, now. Easy.
Easy.
Hey.
Percy.
Are you all right?
Boy, what you looking at?
What you looking at?
You limp noodle.
You wanna kiss my ass?
You wanna suck my d*ck?
ALL: No!
BRUTAL: Grab the g*n!
Grab the g*n!
DEAN: Oh, no, no.
No, no, no.
Oh, no.
(GASPING)
I punished them bad men.
I punished them both.
Why?
Why Wild Bill?
I saw in his heart when
he grabbed my arm.
I saw what Wild Billy had done.
Saw it plain as day.
You can't hide
what's in your heart.
What?
You saw what?
Take my hand, boss.
You see for yourself.
BRUTAL: Paul...
no.
Please.
(GROANING)
No, no.
- Please.
- I gots to, boss.
I gots to give you
a little bit of myself.
- A gift. (CHILDREN LAUGHING)
A gift of what's inside of me
so you can see for yourself.
(GIRLS SINGING)
(INAUDIBLE) Paul!
WOMAN: Klaus!
Suppertime!
Bring the girls.
Girls! You heard your mama!
Yes, Papa! We're coming!
(GIGGLING)
(MOANING AND CRYING)
Come on, Billy. I worked
you enough for one day.
Come get you some supper.
GIRLS: God is great, God
is good, and we thank you...
WHARTON: You love your sister?
You make any noise, you
know what happens?
I'm gonna k*ll her
instead of you.
You make any noise, I'm gonna k*ll her.
You understand?
You understand?
Shh.
He k*lled them with they love,
they love for each other.
Now you see how it is.
That's the way it is every day.
That's the way it
is all over the world.
(GRUNTS)
MAN 1: Percy.
MAN 2: Percy Wetmore.
- MAN 1: Son?
- Percy. Percy Wetmore.
Son?
- Son, can you hear me?
- Speak up if you can hear us.
I think this boy's cheese
slid off his cr*cker.
MAN 2: Percy, I got to ask
you a few questions.
DEAN: That's right. One minute,
he was fine, and the next, blammo.
BRUTAL: Dirty bastard grabbed him
through the bars a few days back.
Scared the boy so
bad, he wet hisself.
See, we didn't
even see it happen.
I'll cover for you
as much as I can...
even if it means my job.
But I have to know...
does this have anything to do
with what happened at my house?
Does it, Paul?
No.
(MAN SINGING ON RADIO)
(SIGHS)
Does Hal know? That
Coffey's innocent, I mean.
Well, can he help?
Does he have the influence
to do something about this?
- Stop the execution?
- No.
Then don't tell him.
If it can't help,
don't tell him.
Ever.
I won't.
There's no way out of this
for you, is there?
No.
And I've been thinking
about it, believe me.
I've been running it through my head
any number of ways. No.
I'll tell you the truth, honey.
I've done some things in my life
that I am not proud of...
but this is the first time I've ever
felt real danger of hell.
Hell?
Oh, Paul.
Talk to him.
Talk to John.
Find out what he wants.
(CELL DOOR OPENS)
Hello, boss.
Hello, John.
I guess you know we're
coming down to it now.
Another couple of days.
Is there anything special
you wanna eat that night?
We can rustle you
up most anything.
Meat loaf be nice.
Mashed taters, gravy.
Okra.
Maybe some of that fine corn
bread your missus make...
if she don't mind.
Now...
what about a preacher? Someone
to say a little prayer with.
Don't want no preacher.
You can say a prayer,
if you like.
Me?
Suppose I could,
if it came to that.
John...
I have to ask you something
very important now.
I know what you gonna say.
You don't have to say it.
No, I do. I do.
I have to say it.
John...
tell me what you want me to do.
You want me to take
you out of here?
Just let you run away? See
how far you could get?
Why would you do such
a foolish thing?
On the day of my judgment...
when I stand before God...
and he asks me why did I...
Did I k*ll one of his true...
miracles...
what am I going to say?
That it was my job?
It's my job.
You tell God the Father it
was a kindness you done.
I know you're hurting
and worrying.
I can feel it on you. But you
ought to quit on it now.
I want it to be
over and done with.
I do.
I'm tired, boss.
Tired of being on the road,
lonely as a sparrow in the rain.
I'm tired of never having
me a buddy to be with...
to tell me where we's going
to, coming from, or why.
Mostly, I'm tired of people
being ugly to each other.
I'm tired of all the pain
I feel and hear in the world...
every day.
There's too much of it.
It's like pieces
of glass in my head...
all the time.
Can you understand?
Yes, John, I think I can.
Well, there must be something
we can do for you, John.
There must be something
that you want.
I ain't never seen
me a flicker show.
JERRY: Heaven
I'm in heaven.
And my heart beats so
That I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find The
happiness I seek.
When we're out together
Dancing cheek to cheek
(MUSIC SWELLS)
Why, they's angels.
Angels, just like up in heaven.
I'll be all right, fellas.
This here's the hard part.
I'll be all right in a while.
John, I should have
this just for now.
I'll give it back after.
You know, I fell asleep this
afternoon and had me a dream.
I dreamed about Del's mouse.
Did you, John?
I dreamed Mr. Jingles got down to that place
Boss Howell talked about.
That Mouseville place.
I dreamed there's kids.
And how they laughed
at his tricks. My!
I dreamed that those
two little blond-headed girls was there.
They's laughing too.
I put my arms around them
and set them on my knees.
And they was no blood coming
out of they hair, and they's just fine.
We all watched Mr. Jingles
roll that spool.
How we did laugh. Fit
to bust, we was!
John.
They's lots of folks
here that hate me. Lots!
I can feel it.
It's like bees stinging me.
Well, feel how we feel, then.
We don't hate you.
Can you feel that?
KLAUS: k*ll him twice, you boys!
You go on and k*ll that raping
baby k*ller twice!
That'd be fine!
Wipe your face before you
stand up, Dean.
Yes, sir.
Roll on one.
MARJORIE: Does it hurt yet?
I hope it does.
I hope it hurts like hell.
John Coffey, you have
been condemned to die in
the electric chair
by a jury of your peers.
Sentence imposed by a judge
in good standing in this state.
Do you have anything to say
before sentence is carried out?
I'm sorry for what I am.
Please, boss...
don't put that thing
over my face.
Don't put me in the dark.
I's afraid of the dark.
All right, John.
(SOFTLY) Heaven, I'm in heaven.
Heaven, heaven
I'm in heaven.
Heaven, heaven
I'm in heaven
John Coffey...
electricity shall now be passed
through your body until you are dead...
in accordance with state law.
May God have mercy on your soul.
Paul.
You have to say it.
You have to give the order.
COFFEY'S VOICE: He k*lled
them with they love.
That's how it is every day
all over the world.
Roll on two.
(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)
PAUL: It was the last execution
I ever took part in.
I just couldn't do it anymore after that.
I just... Brutal either.
We both transferred out, took
jobs with Boys' Correctional.
It was all right.
"Catch them young"
became my motto.
You don't believe me.
I don't imagine
you'd lie to me, Paul.
- It's just that...
- It's quite a story.
It's quite a story.
One thing I don't understand.
You said you and Jan...
had a grown son in 1935.
Is that right?
The math doesn't work, does it?
Do you feel up to taking a walk?
PAUL: Watch your step.
Now let your eyes adjust.
There.
Hey. Wake up, old fella.
Wake up.
Paul, it isn't. It can't be.
Come over here, boy.
Come on over here
and see this lady.
That can't be Mr. Jingles.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Go on, you can do it.
This isn't exactly the Mouseville
we had in mind, is it?
But we make do. Don't
we, old fella?
I think Mr. Jingles
happened by accident.
I think when we electrocuted
Del, and it all went so badly...
well, John could
feel that, you know.
And I think a part of...
whatever magic
was inside of him...
just leapt into my tiny
friend here.
As for me...
John had to give me
a part of himself...
a gift, the way he saw it...
so that I could see for myself
what Wild Bill had done.
When John did that...
when he took my hand...
a part of the power
that worked through him...
spilled into me.
He what?
He infected you with life?
It's as good a word as any.
He infected us both,
didn't he, Mr. Jingles?
With life.
I'm 108 years old, Elaine.
I was 44 the year that John
Coffey walked the Green Mile.
You mustn't blame John. He
couldn't help what happened.
He was just a force of nature.
Oh, I've lived to see
some amazing things, Ellie.
Another century come to pass.
But I've...
I've had to see my friends and loved
ones die off through the years.
Hal and Melinda...
Brutus Howell...
my wife, my boy.
And you, Elaine.
You'll die too.
And my curse is knowing
that I'll be there to see it.
It's my atonement, you see.
It's my punishment...
for letting John Coffey
ride the lightning.
For k*lling a miracle of God.
PRIEST: Almighty,
everlasting God...
the source of all being
and life...
PAUL: You'll be gone
like all the others.
I'll have to stay.
Oh, I'll die eventually.
Of that I'm sure.
I have no illusions
of immortality.
But I will have
wished for death...
long before death finds me.
In truth, I wish for it already.
(WOMAN SINGING ON RADIO)
Mr. Jingles?
Where you been?
Been worried about you, boy.
You hungry?
Let's go see if we can't
find you something to eat.
A few crumbs anyway.
I know you'd like that.
Look at you.
I lie in bed most nights
thinking about it.
And I wait.
I think about all the people
I've loved...
now long gone.
I think
about my beautiful Jan...
how I lost her so
many years ago.
And I think about all of us
walking our own Green Mile...
each in our own time.
But one thought more
than any other...
keeps me awake most nights:
If he could make a mouse
live so long...
how much longer do I have?
We each owe a death.
There are no exceptions.
But, oh, God...
sometimes...
the Green Mile seems so long.
Green Mile, The (1999)
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