The Miracle of 'The Green Mile' Page #4

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Well...

...see, the thing is...

...l 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, I'm sure I'll feel better.

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?

Yes, ma'am. A cold drink

would be fine. Thank you.

Mr. Hammersmith, your office said

I might find you at home.

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.

-Have a seat.

-Thank you.

Which client?

Now you got my curiosity aroused.

John Coffey.

Coffey.

Causing you problems?

Can't say he is. He doesn't like

the dark and cries on occasion...

...but other than that....

He cries, does he?

Got a lot to cry about, I'd say.

You know what he did.

I read the court transcript.

Thank you, missus.

My pleasure.

IKids!

Lunch is about ready.

Y'all come on up.

Coming, Mama!

What exactly are you

trying to find out?

I wonder 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.

Not until he kills

a couple of little girls.

He is...

...strange, I admit.

But there doesn't seem to be

any real violence 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 killed 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.

IKids! Lunch!

Y'all listen to your mama!

I'll tell you something.

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 Negro.

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?

Go on in, now.

That dog attacked 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 raped and murdered.

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 rifle, 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.

Oh, me! Oh, my!

I'm smelling me some corn bread.

It's from my missus.

She wanted to thank you.

Thank me for what?

Well, you know.

For helping me.

Helping you with what?

You know.

Was your missus pleased?

Several times.

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 l?

It's yours, John. As you please.

I think I'll just keep the rest, then.

Courtesy of the gentleman

across the way.

John, that's so very fine of you.

I thank you. Mr. Jingle thank you.

My mama'd thank you too, but she dead.

Welcome.

What about me? Don't you

hold out on me, you big dummy n*gger.

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 itty-bitty one?

I guess I'm gonna have to

pay you out for the rest.

Good shot, weren't it?

The look on your face!

You believe this?

That son of a b*tch pissed on me.

Did y'all like that?

I'm cooking up some turds

to go with it.

Nice soft ones.

Have them out to y'all tomorrow.

We've been meaning to clean out

that room for a while, haven't we?

Be careful with that.

That's fragile.

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 IKid gonna

guarantee you that.

Come on, f***-stick.

No sneaking up on me this time.

We'll go man-to-man.

Piss on me?

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 b*tch sat with his back

to the door, killed by a drunk.

Oh, my suds and body.

A history lesson.

You never know what you'll get at work

every day on the Green Mile.

Thank you, Wild Bill.

Not in there.

I'll be good.

Honest injun, I will. I will.

He's pitching a fit.

He'll be fine, boys.

Trust me on this one.

Hey, fellers!

All I wanted me was a little

corn bread, you motherfuckers!

All I wanted me was

a little corn bread!

I learned my lesson.

I'll be good.

Hey, Toot.

Give you a nickel for that Moon Pie.

Little Black 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!

That Moon Pie thing was

pretty original.

Gotta give him that.

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.

Not just prison guards.

One's a politician all the way

from the state capitol.

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.

Just like Mr. Harry says.

Let's move briskly.

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 1 0 years.

Ain't never had to wear no tie before.

Well, you're the VIP today, Earl,

so just shut up.

All right, everybody have a seat.

This is great.

Eduard Delacroix, electricity shall

now be passed through your body...

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