Dead Man Walking Page #9

Don't cry, Mom. Don't cry.

Don't cry.

That's not the way it was, Mama.

That's not the way it was.

I was...

I was small.

I can hear him. Let me talk to him.

Hey, Troy. You take care of Mama,

okay? All right, little man?

You take care of Mama.

Mom? Mom?

I love you, Mom. I love you, Mom.

I just let it flow.

Told my mama I loved her.

I talked to each of the boys.

I hate saying goodbye.

I just told them if I get a chance,

I'd call right before I go.

What, Matt?

What is it?

My mama kept saying,

"It was that Vitello."

She always regrets

that I got involved with him.

I didn't want her thinking that.

It was something you said.

I could've walked away.

I didn't.

I was a victim.

I was a f***ing chicken.

He was older and tough as hell.

I was just...

...boozing up, trying to be

as tough as him. I couldn't.

I didn't have the guts

to stand up to him.

I told my mama I was yellow.

She kept saying, "It wasn't you, Matt.

It wasn't you, Matt. It wasn't you."

Your mama loves you, Matt.

That boy?

Walter?

Yeah?

What?

I killed him.

And Hope?

No, ma'am.

Did you rape her?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you take responsibility

for both of their deaths?

Yes, ma'am.

When the lights dimmed last night

I kneeled and prayed for them kids.

I never done that before.

Oh, Matt.

There are spaces of sorrow

only God can touch.

You did a terrible thing, Matt,

a terrible thing.

But you have a dignity now.

Nobody can take that from you.

You are a son of God,

Matthew Poncelet.

Nobody ever called me

no son of God before.

Called me a son of you-know-what

lots of times, never no son of God.

I just hope my death

can give them parents some relief.

Maybe the best thing you can give...

...to the Percys and the Delacroixs

is a wish for their peace.

You know I never had

no real love myself.

Never loved a woman

or anybody else myself much good.

Well, it figures I'd have

to die to find love.

Thank you for loving me.

Oh, the time. It's been flying.

I'm really cold.

Can he have a jacket or something?

He's cold.

What happened to that song

you were gonna play for me?

The hymn?

They have a rule you can't

have music in the prison.

Yeah, so they won't let me play it.

Well, you know the words.

You can sing it.

- I can't sing.

- That's okay. Come on.

Thank you.

I need you to step

into the corridor, Sister.

Give me my boots! I want my boots!

A grown man going to his death

in a diaper and slippers.

I'll be done with all of this!

No bars, no cells, no life in a cage!

Matt.

Sister Helen...

...I'm gonna die.

You know truth.

The truth has made you free.

God knows the truth about me.

I'm going to a better place.

I'm not worried about nothing.

You all right?

Yes. I'm okay.

- Christ is here.

- I won't worry about anything.

Okay.

Look, I want the last thing

you see in this world...

...to be a face of love.

So you look at me...

...when they do this thing.

You look at me.

I'll be the face of love for you.

Yes, ma'am.

Time to go, Poncelet.

Can Sister Helen touch me?

Yes, she may.

Dead man walking!

"Do not be afraid.

For I have ordained thee.

I have called thee by thy name.

Thou art mine.

Should thou pass through the sea...

...I shall be with thee.

Should thee walk through the fire...

- ...thou shall not be scorched."

- God have mercy on your soul...

...in the name of the Father,

Son and Holy Spirit.

That's as far as you go, Sister.

Will you check in on my mama

from time to time?

Yes, Matt. You have my word on that.

Do you have any last words, Poncelet?

Yes, sir, I do.

Mr. Delacroix...

...I don't want to leave this world

with any hate in my heart.

I ask your forgiveness

for what I done.

It was a terrible thing I done

in taking your son away from you.

How about us?

Mr. and Mrs. Percy...

...I hope my death

gives you some relief.

I just want to say...

...I think killing is wrong...

...no matter who does it.

Whether it's me or y'all

or your government.

I love you.

I love you.

No! No!

Get off of her!

I'm out of here!

Come on, boy!

May the love of God and the peace

of our dear Lord Jesus Christ...

...bless us and console us...

...and gently wipe every tear

from our eyes. Amen.

May Almighty God bless you...

...the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Go now in the peace

and love of Christ.

Thanks be to God.

Now, you're gonna be strong

for your mama.

Mr. Delacroix.

- Sister.

- It's good to see you.

I don't know why I'm here.

I got a lot of hate.

I don't have your faith.

It's not faith.

I wish it were that easy.

It's work.

Maybe...

...we could help each other find

a way out of the hate.

I don't know.

I don't think so.

I should go.

Evening.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Hi, ldella.

Herbie!

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