The Miracle of 'The Green Mile' Page #2

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Briar Ridge? The mental hospital.

Administration job.

Better pay.

Then why is he still here?

He can get that application

pushed through.

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.

The music too loud?

There's just this empty spot

in the bed where my husband 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.

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.

He'll want me to take sulfa tablets...

...and I'll spend the week

puking in my office.

It will run its course by itself.

Thank you very much for your concern.

Poor old guy.

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.

-Maybe it's rabid.

-Oh, my Christ.

-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, 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.

He's chewing the padding

out of the walls...

...making himself a nice little nest.

All right.

Let's go get the damn mouse.

Boss.

Saw me a mouse go by.

Can't put anything over on you.

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.

Bright side is, all this commotion

probably scared him off for good.

Yeah, that's the last

we'll see of him.

You little son of a b*tch.

Well, I'll be damned.

There he is, big as Billy-be-frigged.

I thought Brutal was pulling my leg.

That's a goddamn mouse.

Brute said he was

in here last night...

...begging for food.

He come right on up to the desk.

Give him some room.

See what he does.

He's a brave little bastard.

Gotta give him that.

Goddamn!

You little scurvy!

Percy, are you crazy,

you little son of a b*tch?!

I'm gonna kill you!

I'm gonna take you out!

You little vermin!

I'm gonna stomp your life out!

It's just a little mouse, dumb merde.

You ugly little piece of sh--

-Are you listening to me?

-F***!

I'm gonna rip your diseased head off...

...you little piece of sh*t!

Percy met your mouse.

It's in here somewhere. I'm gonna

squish the little son of a b*tch.

Percy, we already tried that.

What'd you say?

I said that we--

IKnock yourself out.

Hope you nail the bastard.

Gosh. He ain't in there, huh?

Don't that beat the mousy band?

You wanna think about

what you were doing?

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,

case you didn't notice.

Although you treat them that way.

We don't scare them

any more than we have to.

They're under enough strain.

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.

I think of it as a bucket of piss

to drown rats in.

That's all.

Anybody doesn't like it?

You can kiss my ass.

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 threaten 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 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?

-It's all dandruffy, and it smells.

I will take that as a yes.

Let's go, Arlen.

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.

And I hope they forgive me...

...and I'll never do it again,

that's for sure.

We're not gonna have some

Cherokee medicine man in here...

...hollering and shaking his dick.

-Actually--

-Still praying, still praying.

-Getting right with Jesus.

-Do it quietly!

You old gink!

As I was saying...

...l don't believe they actually

shake their d*cks.

Mr. Bitterbuck is a Christian,

so Reverend Schuster's coming in.

He's good. He's fast too.

Doesn't get them all worked up.

On your feet, 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.

Getting strapped.

Getting clamped.

Getting wired.

All right.

Getting all electrode.

Roll on one.

"Roll on one" means I turn

the generator up full.

The lights go brighter

in half the prison.

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?

I want fried chicken with 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 motherf***er.

You bastard.

That's a good one.

Quiet.

Quiet! Shut up!

-Shut up!

-Sorry, boss.

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.

I don't like it.

We'll be doing this for real.

I don't want anybody remembering

a stupid joke and getting going again.

Ever try not to laugh in church...

...when something funny gets stuck

in your head?

I'm sorry, Paul. You're right.

Let's keep going.

Soak the sponge.

Putting on the black hood.

And putting on my cap.

Why's he putting that sponge

on his head?

Conducts electricity to the brain

fast like a bullet.

You don't ever throw the switch

on a man without that.

Hush up there, Toot.

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