The Miracle of 'The Green Mile' Page #6

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I'm smelling gumbo! I'm smelling--

I said give me some!

I smell it!

Smell it!

Should I kill the juice?

No! Roll, for chrisssake, roll!

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 b*tch!

It's all right, folks!

It's all under control!

Everybody stay calm!

Please, stay calm.

IKill it!

You do it!

You're running this show, ain't you?

I didn't know the sponge

is supposed to be wet.

Brutal!

Brutal, no!

What do you mean, no?

You saw what he did!

Delacroix's dead!

Percy is not worth it!

So he just gets away with it!

ls that how it works?

What in the blue f*** 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 5 years.

That's what I'm betting.

And that a**hole Wharton

is singing about it!

You can hear him up there!

Can he carry a tune, Hal?

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?

Something to say?

I didn't know the sponge

is supposed to be wet.

How many years you spend

pissing on the toilet seat...

...before someone told you

to put it up?

Percy f***ed 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?

Barbecue

Me and you

Stinky, pinky

Weren't Billy, Jilly, Hilly or Pa

it was a French-fried Cajun

Named Delacroix

Barbecue

Me and you

Stinky, pinky

Weren't Billy, Jilly--

You're 1 0 seconds away from spending the

rest of your life in the padded room.

Poor old Del.

Poor old Del.

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.

I hate this.

I know.

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.

I'm glad for you and Jan.

Honey...

...if you don't tell me

what's on your mind...

...l'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.

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.

Brutal, you gonna hog all them taters?

Yes, I am.

Harry, you want some potatoes?

Come on, now.

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.

Now, wait.

You're talking about...

...an authentic healing?

A praise-Jesus miracle?

I am.

Well, if you say it, I accept it.

What's it got to do with us?

You're thinking about Melinda.

Melinda?

Melinda Moores?

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?

No, Hal would never stand for that.

You know him. He wouldn't believe

anything, even 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.

-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?

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 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.

And let's not forget,

John Coffey is a murderer.

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...

...l 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 kill 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 bullets 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.

There it is.

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.

-Oh, yeah.

Hot in here.

Boy, howdy.

Hey, hey. I'm gonna

get some too, ain't l?

-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.

Hell, yeah, I been behaved.

Come on, now.

Don't be stingy hogs.

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.

Come on, now. Don't be that way.

I'll be good.

Cup.

Anybody wants out, now's the time.

After this, there's no turning back.

So?

We gonna do this?

Sure. That'd be just fine.

I'd like to take a ride.

Guess we're all in.

What is this?

Payback.

That's right.

-No, you let me go! Let go of me!

-Settle down.

-Let go!

-Settle down.

What are you doing?

Settle down.

"Miss Lotta Leadpipe."

-What would your mother say?

-You let go of me, you ignoramus.

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