The Miracle of 'The Green Mile' Page #5

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...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.

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.

So?

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.

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--

Ain't you sweet?

Soft like a girl.

I'd rather f*** your a**hole...

...than your sister's p*ssy, I think.

Wharton!

I let him go. I was just playing.

I let him go.

I'd never hurt a hair

on his pretty head.

Your noodle ain't

limp at all, lover-boy.

I think you sweet on

old Billy the IKid.

But smell you.

Look.

He done piss his pants.

Oh, my God.

Look what the big man done.

He bust other people with a stick.

Somebody touch him, he make water

in his pants like a little baby.

Learn when to shut up.

All right, now.

Don't touch me.

You talk about this to anyone...

...l'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*ggot!

You just keep on laughing!

Wetmore a good name for you!

Percy Wetmore do a dance

Listen to him squishing in his pant

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?

He just a boy, n'est-ce pas?

All right. I'll take him, then.

Me.

Merci beaucoup.

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?

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?

I mean, he is pretty smart.

What is Mouseville?

Tourist attraction, I said.

They got this big tent.

-You have to pay?

-Are you shitting 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.

Mr. Jingles!

I knew I'd get him sooner or later.

It was just a matter of time, really.

You f***ing cruel bastard!

Give him to me.

Give him to me. Might still be time.

What are you doing?

What the hell--?

Please, John.

Help him.

Please, Johnny, help him.

Oh, dear Jesus.

The tail.

Look at the tail.

What'd you do?

I helped Del's mouse...

...his circus mouse.

Gonna live in a mouse city...

...down in....

Florida.

Boss Percy bad.

He mean. He step on Del's mouse.

I took it back, though.

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-killing

than you are...

...at anything else around here.

Yeah, you expect me to believe that?

I heard the goddamn 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.

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.

Both of you.

Just who the hell you think you are?

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 next day.

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.

About that, people will care.

Even your uncle the governor.

Thing like that goes

on your work record.

Work record can follow a man around

for a long, long time.

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.

Hey, boys.

No, now, say hey, Mr Jingles.

Eduard Delacroix,

will you step forward?

Boss Edgecomb.

Yes, Del?

Don't let nothing happen

to Mr. Jingle, okay?

Here. You take him.

I can't have a mouse

on my shoulder while...

...you know.

I'll take him, boss.

Just for now, if Del don't mind.

You take him, John. You take him

till this foolishment be done.

You gonna take him to Mouseville?

We'll do it together, most likely.

Maybe take a little vacation time.

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 somewheres else.

Hope he's good and scared.

Hope he knows the fires are stoked

and that Satan's imps are waiting.

Del, it's all right.

Roll on one.

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 l--

I sorry for what I do.

I give anything to take it back.

But I can't.

God have mercy on me.

Ainsi soit-il. Amen.

Don't forget about Mouseville.

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*ggot.

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!

The sponge is dry.

What?

-The goddamn sponge is dry!

-Well, don't you stop him!

Don't you do it!

It's too late for that.

Is this normal?

God, the smell.

He's cooking now!

They cooking him good!

They're about done, I reckon!

We're gonna have a hoedown!

He's cooking now!

He's cooking now!

We gonna have a hoedown!

'Cution gumbo. Give me some!

Give me some!

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