THE GREEN MILE
by
Frank Darabont
Based on the novel by
Stephen King
FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY
FIRST DRAFT
11/4/97
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We each owe a death, there are no exceptions...
A SONG BEGINS, distant as a faded memory on an old
Victrola:
Once I built a railroad, made it run... Made it race
against time...Once I built a railroad, now it's
done...Brother, can you spare a dime...
Opening credit sequence
plays against footage of the Great Depression, images
haunting and sepia-toned, defining an era. The bread
lines...the soup kitchens...the dust bowl refugees heading
west with their possessions on their backs and no hope in
their eyes...the strutting gangster royalty flaunting
their bootleg riches...an entire generation of lost youth
riding the rials...the U.S. army troops raining truncheon
blows on the half-starved and forgotten veterans of World
War One as "Hooverville" is set afire in the very shadow
of the nation's capitol...
All these faces, all these lives, in a world not really so
very long ago...
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The Fluttering Fabric
EXT. FIELD - DAY (SLOW MOTION)
...where cattails sway in the sepia-toned heat. A small
scrap of fabric is snagged in the nettles, fluttering
languidly...
COLOR BLEEDS SLOWLY IN as mosquitoes swarm and dragonflies
skitter, showing the fabric scrap to be pale yellow...
Suddenly, a MAN WITH A SHOTGUN comes crashing through the
cattails, wiping through frame and exiting...
...then ANOTHER MAN...and ANOTHER...armed with rifles,
plowing through the brush, exiting frame...
...and now comes KLAUS DETTERICK, a farmer one step above
shirt-tail poor, a double-barrel shotgun in the crook of
his arm. He pauses, horrified, seeing the scrap of cloth.
He pulls it loose, turns back, screaming something in
anguish...
...and still more men come crashing into view, flooding by
us with dreamlike, slow-motion grace. ONE MAN is leading
a team of DOGS, trying to untangle the leads. DEPUTY ROB
McGEE is shouting for everybody to stay together...
...and under it all, we hear a sibilant, frightening
whisper:
WHISPERING VOICE (V.O.)
You love your sister? You make any
noise, know what happens?
And off that horrible voice, we
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3 -
The Morning Escape
INT. GEORGIA PINES NURSING HOME - MORNING(PRESENT DAY)
A CLOCK RADIO spews the morning weather report, abruptly
pulling us into the present with a prediction of rain.
PAUL EDGECOMB, late 70's/early 80's, wakes to another
day...
INT. PAUL'S ROOM - MORNING
Paul stands at his bathroom mirror, meticulously buttoning
his shirt. He picks up a hairbrush, starts tidying his
hair...
INT. CORRIDOR - MORNING
THE OLD AND INFIRM haunt these corridors like ghosts. A
WOMAN inches along on a walker. A MAN shuffles by with a
rolling I.V. stand. The floor is a limey, institutional
green.
Paul comes into view, spry for his age, murmurs an
occasional greeting.
INT. BREAKFAST ROOM - MORNING
DOZENS OF RETIREES are having breakfast, sipping weak
coffee or tea. Some chat and gossip, other are content to
keep their own company, some just stare slackly into space.
Paul enters, sees ELAINE CONNELLY sitting with a few other
ladies, sipping tea. She's 80, refined and elegant, his
best friend here. She gives him a good-morning smile. He
gives her a rakish wink in return, which makes her smiles
all the more.
Paul reaches past the people at the counter and sneaks two
pieces of cold leftover toast off a serving plate. He
tosses Elaine another look--catch ya later--and exits.
INT. HALLWAY PAST KITCHEN - MORNING
Paul slips to the back door unnoticed. Identical red
plastic rain ponchos line the wall on pegs. He helps
himself to one and eases outside, making good his escape.
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Morning Walk and a Glimpse of Grace
EXT. NURSING HOME - ESTABLISHING - MORNING
Nestled in a valley of wooded hills, a drizzly mist
rolling over the treetops.
Paul appears f.g., coming up the ridge in his borrowed
poncho. He looks back at the valley below, inhales deeply--
this is a man who loves his walks.
He pulls a piece of toast from his pocket and starts to
nibble as he presses up on the ridge...
Low angle: nursing home and ridge beyond
...and we see Paul from a distance, just a speck trudging
up toward the treeline. A PICKUP TRUCK rumbles into frame
and parks, a bumper sticker looming large: "I Have Seen
God and His Name Is Newt Gingrich".
BRAD DOLAN gets out, an orderly in his late 20's/early
30's, arriving for work in jeans and cheesy plaid shirt.
He gazes up toward the ridge, scowling and muttering
softly:
BRAD
Old fuck.
He slams the door and heads for the nursing home...
EXT. WOODS - MORNING
...as CAMERA BOOMS DOWN through the trees to find Paul
wandering a wooded path, munching a tidbit of toast,
looking for all the world like Red Riding Hood in his
plastic poncho.
It's silent here, like a church. The only sounds we hear
are the twittering of the birds and the hammering of the
woodpecker.
A RUSTLING SOUND makes Paul freeze. He turns, becomes
transfixed. Softly:
PAUL
Oh, my...
Reverse angle
reveals a magnificent BUCK, not twenty feet away, misty
breath punching the cold morning air. They watch each
other for an endless moment, both standing stock still...
...and then the animal bounds away, vanishing into the
foliage. Paul lets out a breath, shakes his head in
wonder. He takes another bite of toast, moves on...
...and WE PAN WITH HIM to reveal a pair of old wooden
storage shacks along the path up ahead.
INT. SHACK - MORNING
Dark in here, cobwebby and decrepit. We see Paul
approaching outside the grimy window. He steps up to the
glass and shades his eyes, peering curiously in as we
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The Dumpster Confrontation
EXT. NURSING HOME - DAY
Paul approaches the back door, returning from his walk. He
reaches for the knob...and a figure in white lunges from
behind the dumpster to grab his wrist. He whirls, gasping
in fright--it's Brad Dolan, wearing his orderly's uniform.
BRAD
Out for a little stroll, Paulie?
PAUL
Let go...
Paul tries to pull away, but Dolan's got him tight.
BRAD
What's with this poncho you got on,
huh? This isn't yours.
PAUL
I got it off the wall there. There's
a whole row of them.
BRAD
But not for you, Paulie, that's the
thing. Those are for the staff.
PAUL
I just borrowed it. Don't see what
harm it does.
BRAD
It's not about harm, it's about rules.
You probably don't think an old fart
like you has to mind rules anymore,
but that's just not true.
Brad's eyes keep shifting--he obviously doesn't mind
abusing the elderly as long as he doesn't get caught doing
it.
PAUL
I'm sorry if I broke the rules.
BRAD
You got no business up in those woods
anyway, especially in the rain. What
if you fall and bust a hip, huh? Who
you think's gonna have to hoss your
sorry old bacon back down here? Me,
that's who.
PAUL
You're hurting me!
BRAD
What do you do up there, anyway?
You're too old to go jerk off, so what
do you do?
PAUL
Nothing. I just walk, that's all, I
like to walk!
Brad lashes out and grabs Paul's other hand, which he's
been holding tightly clenched shut.
BRAD
Come on. Open up. Let Poppa see.
Paul uncurls his fingers, revealing the crushed remnants
of a bit of toast, his palm slick with a greasy oleo smear.
ELAINE (O.S.)
Paul?
They turn. Elaine stands just inside the screen door with
a cup of tea. Brad's eyes become calculated, wondering how
much she's seen. Elaine keeps her tone level, betraying
nothing:
ELAINE
I saw you coming back, thought you'd
like some tea.
(beat)
Are you coming in?
PAUL
Mr. Dolan and I were...chatting. About
the weather. I think we're through now.
Brad lets Paul loose, leans close:
BRAD
Paulie? You tell anyone I squeezed
your po' ol' hand, I'll tell 'em
you're having senile delusions. Who
you think they'll believe?
Brad walks off. Paul turns, watches him go. The screen
door opens and Elaine steps out, her face pale. Paul gives
her a strained, though grateful, smile as we
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6 -
The Weight of Memory
INT. TV ROOM - DAY
Jerry Springer's on the tube, whipping his studio audience
into a frenzy. PAN OFF TO REVEAL DOZENS OF OLD FOLKS
watching on couches and folding chairs. An old black
fellow named PETE is grousing to a GROUP OF ELDERLY
LADIES...
PETE
Why we always watch this crap?
ELDERLY LADY #1
It's interesting.
PETE
Interesting? Bunch'a inbred trailer
trash, all they ever talk about is
fucking...
...and WE CONTINUE PANNING to Paul and Elaine sitting near
the back, talking quietly as Paul rubs his bruised hand:
ELAINE
We should report him.
PAUL
That might just provoke him all the
more, make things worse for everybody.
ELAINE
It's not everybody he has it in for,
Paul. It's you.
(more)
ELAINE (cont'd)
(off his look)
What did you do to provoke him in the
first place? Nothing. He's just an
abusive bully, and should be made to
stop.
PAUL
Ellie, please...
PETE
is at the TV, switching channels while:
ELDERLY LADIES
...no, the Movie Classic channel is
further down...past the Home
Shopping...keep going...
He finds the Movie Classic channel, which is playing an
old black and white musical--"Top Hat," with Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rogers. A delighted reaction:
ELDERLY LADY #2
Oh! This is wonderful...
PAUL
idly shifts his gaze to the TV...and his expression goes
slack with recognition and dismay. Elaine sees the look in
his eyes.
He glances away...even briefly considers walking out...but
in the end, he can't help himself. The past just caught up
with him with a freight-train wallop, and, for one, he
decides to ride the rails...
He looks back at the TV. On screen, Fred and Ginger have
begun their famous "Cheek to Cheek" number, with Astaire
singing in that sublime, easy-go-lucky way of his:
FRED ASTAIRE
Heaven, I'm in heaven...and my heart
beat so that I can hardly speak...
SLOW PUSH IN on Paul, watching. He'd like to take his eyes
off the screen, but the movie has him in a grip tighter
than Brad Dolan's. Elaine is watching him with puzzled
concern:
ELAINE
Paul? What is it?
No response. All he can hear is that music, all he can see
are those dancers. The figures on TV are gliding with
ghostlike grace in their silvery, phosphor-dot world of
long ago...
Paul abruptly bursts into tears.
The room goes quiet, everything comes to a standstill. All
eyes turn, some concerned, others merely curious. Paul
just sits sobbing into his hands, shoulders heaving.
ELAINE
Paul...my God...
ORDERLY
(rushing over)
What is it? What's wrong?
PAUL
It's okay...I'll be okay...
Another orderly appears--Brad Dolan. He puts his hand on
Paul's shoulder and leans close, feigning concern.
BRAD
S'matter, Paulie? Why the boo-hoo-hoo?
Something nasty happen?
Elaine shoves his hand away, eyes flashing with anger.
ELAINE
Mr. Edgecomb will be perfectly fine
without your help, thank you.
Brad back off with a "hey, suit yourself" gesture. Elaine
helps Paul to his feet and leads him out.
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7 -
The Two Dead Girls
INT. SUN ROOM - DAY
Paul is staring out the windows, pensive and drained. It's
raining now, pattering the glass and the lawn beyond.
Elaine waits across from him, wishing he would speak.
Softly:
PAUL
I guess sometimes the past just
catches up with you, whether you want
it to or not. It's silly.
ELAINE
Was it the film?
(off his look)
It was, wasn't it?
PAUL
I haven't spoken of these things in a
long time, Ellie. Over sixty years.
She reaches out, gently takes his hand.
ELAINE
Paul. I'm your friend.
PAUL
Yes. Yes you are.
Paul wonders if he's even up to talking about it after all
this time...and decides that perhaps he is:
PAUL
I ever tell you I was a prison guard
during the depression?
ELAINE
You've mentioned it.
PAUL
Did I mention I was in charge of death
row? That I supervised all the
executions?
This does come as a surprise. She shakes her head.
PAUL
They usually call death row the Last
Mile, but we called ours the Green
Mile, because the floor was the color
of faded limes. We had the electric
chair then. Old Sparky, we called it.
(beat)
I've lived a lot of years, Ellie, but
1935 takes the prize. That was the
year I had the worst urinary infection
of my life. That was also the year of
John Coffey, and the two dead girls...
FADE TO BLACK
In blackness, a title card appears:
"The Two Dead Girls"
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John Coffey Arrives at Cold Mountain
EXT. GEORGIA COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (1935)
HUNDREDS OF PRISONERS work the fields, pickaxes rising and
falling in waves, a prison song being sung in cadence with
the work. GUARDS patrol on horseback, rifles aimed at the
sky.
A late 20's Ford PRISON TRUCK comes chugging into view
along the road, kicking up a long trail of dust in the
heat. It seems to be riding unusually low on its rear
suspension.
EXT. COLD MOUNTAIN PENITENTIARY - ESTABLISHING - DAY
A Depression-era prison in the south. The prison truck
sways down the rutted dirt road toward the main gate...
INT. E BLOCK TOILET - DAY
...while Paul Edgecomb, early 40's, stands in a cramped
toilet in his guard's uniform, trying to piss. His face is
pained, his forehead beaded with sweat.
INT. E BLOCK (THE GREEN MILE) - DAY
BRUTUS HOWELL (nicknamed "Brutal" for his intimidating
size, but he's actually rather thoughtful by nature)
stands at the entry door of the cellblock, peering out
through a viewing slot. He sees the prison truck arrive at
the main gate.
He turns and nods to fellow guard DEAN STANTON sitting at
the duty desk, then cross the Green Mile--a wide corridor
of faded green linoleum running some sixty paces top to
bottom, with four large cells to a side.
Brutal steps to the bathroom, listen a moment, knocks
softly.
BRUTAL
Paul? Prisoner.
PAUL (O.S.)
Christ. Gimme a minute.
Brutal waits patiently, a bit embarrassed. He finally
hears a THIN TRICKLE, accompanied by a stifled groan of
pain.
BRUTAL
You all right in there?
PAUL (O.S.)
For a man pissing razor blades.
The door opens, revealing Paul's pale and sweaty face.
BRUTAL
You should'a took the day off, gone to
see the doctor.
PAUL
With a new arrival? You know better.
Besides, it's not as bad as it was. I
think it's clearing up.
They hear the truck HONKING as it rumbles up outside. Paul
gives them a nod to resume their positions. Paul walks
down the Mile, passing the cells where two inmates reside--
the first is ARLEN BITTERBUCK, a Washita Cherokee; the
second is EDUARD DELACROIX("DEL"), a skinny Cajun.
DEL
New boy coming in, boss?
PAUL
Never you mind, Del, you just keep
your nose quietly on your business.
Paul arrives at the end of the Mile, takes up a position
at an empty cell. (Down at this end, past the cells, is E
Block's version of the "hole" -- a padded room where
violent inmates are sent to cool off. It isn't used very
often...in fact, at the moment, it's doubling as storage
space.)
BRUTAL
peers out the viewing slot as the truck stops outside.
BRUTAL
Damn, they're riding on the axle.
What'd they do, bust the springs?
GUARDS PERCY WETMORE AND HARRY TERWILLIGER OF E BLOCK
emerge from the back of the truck and step down, turn
back...
Tighter angle on back of truck
We get our first glimpse of the new inmate as a pair of
GIGANTIC BLACK FEET step down into the yard...and the rear
of the truck bounces back up on its springs where it
belongs.
BRUTAL
sees what's coming, eyes widening slightly.
BRUTAL
Paul? You might wanna reconsider
getting in the cell with this guy?
PAUL
Why's that?
BRUTAL
He's enormous.
PAUL
Can't be bigger than you.
Brutal tosses him a look--just wait. He swings the door
open in a hot flood of daylight, giving us our first good
look at:
JOHN COFFEY
is a huge black man, nearly 7 feet tall and 300 pounds,
his massive head shiny and bald, his skin a tapestry of
old scars, his prison overalls (the biggest size they had)
ending at mid-calf. He looks dull and confused, as if
wondering where he is and how he got there. Percy and
Harry lead him toward E Block in shackles. Percy's got his
hickory baton out of it custom-made holster, hollering:
PERCY
Dead man walking! Dead man walking
here!
Inside the cellblock
Paul can't see them approach from where he stands, but he
can certainly hear Percy:
PAUL
Jeezus, pleeze-us, what the hell's he
yelling about?
Up by the door, Brutal just rolls his eyes. Percy is the
first one through the door, still hollering...
PERCY
Dead man walking!
...then Coffey enters, ducking low to get through, his
shadow blotting out Brutal and Dean as his massive frame
fills the door. Everything hangs suspended for a moment,
a look of "holly shit" written on everybody's faces. Percy
keeps yanking on the big man's cuffs, leading him along
with a cry of:
PERCY
Dead man walking! Dead man--
PAUL
Percy, that's enough.
Percy falls reproachfully silent. Paul doesn't dignify it,
just motions for them to come on. The procession comes
down the Mile, with Brutal and Dean bringing up rear.
BRUTAL
You sure you wanna be in there with
him?
PAUL
(looks to Coffey)
Am I gonna have trouble with you, big
boy?
Coffey shakes his head slowly. Paul takes the clipboard
transfer papers from Harry, turns and enters the cell.
Coffey just stands outside the cell and waits, as if he
doesn't understand the concept. Paul motions him to come
on in. Coffey starts to comply, but Percy raps him smartly
with the tip of his hickory baton to get him moving faster.
Coffey flinches, enters the cell. Paul stares angrily at
Percy, who stands slapping his hickory baton against the
palm of his hand like a man with a toy he's itching to use.
PAUL
Percy. They're moving house over in
the infirmary. Why don't you go see if
they could use some help?
PERCY
They got all the men they need.
PAUL
Why don't you just go make sure?
(off his look)
I don't care where you go, Percy, as
long as it's not here at this very
moment.
Percy flushes red, the baton hovering near his palm. He
looks like he's about to say something, but thinks better
of it and stalks angrily up the Mile instead...
...and sees Del at his bars, smiling. Infuriated, Percy
swings his baton and smashes Del's fingers with a LOUD
CRACK. Del jerks back, howling in pain:
DEL
OWW, GOD, HE BUS' MY FINGERS!
PERCY
Wiped that grin off your shitpoke
face, didn't I.
PAUL
Goddamn it, Percy! Get the hell off my
block!
Percy throws Paul a look of disdain--your block, huh? He
swaggers out. Del's on his knees, weeping from the pain:
DEL
Oww, damn, boss, he done bus' my
fingers for true...
PAUL
We'll get it looked at, Del, now keep
yourself quiet like I said!
Del falls silent, moaning over his hand. Paul turns to
Coffey, who looks unsettled by all the commotion.
PAUL
If I let Harry take those chains off
you, you gonna be nice?
Coffey nods. Harry enters to remove Coffey's shackles.
PAUL
Your name is John Coffey.
COFFEY
(deep and quiet)
Yes, sir, boss, like the drink, only
not spelt the same.
PAUL
So you can spell, can you?
Coffey shakes his head. Harry steps out.
PAUL
My name is Paul Edgecomb. If I'm not
here, you can ask for Mr. Terwilliger,
Mr. Howell, or Mr. Stanton...those
gentlemen there.
(beat)
This isn't like the rest of the
prison. It's a quiet place, we like to
keep it that way.
Coffey considers this carefully, puzzled.
COFFEY
It weren't me making all the noise,
boss.
PAUL
(eyes narrowing)
You having a joke on me, John Coffey?
COFFEY
No, sir.
PAUL
Your time here can be easy or hard,
depends on you. If you behave, you get
to walk in the exercise yard every
day. We might even play some music on
the radio from time to time. Questions?
Coffey doesn't miss a beat, as if he's been waiting to ask:
COFFEY
Do you leave a light on after bedtime?
Paul blinks. It's the last thing he expected. Coffey
smiles uneasily, as if they might think him foolish for
asking.
COFFEY
Because I get a little scared in the
dark sometimes. If it's a strange
place.
Paul looks to his men. The guards are trading glances.
PAUL
It's pretty bright in here all night
long. We keep half the lights burning
in the corridor.
COFFEY
Cor'der.
Coffey looks confused. Paul points to the lights lining
the ceiling of the Green Mile in wire mesh cages.
PAUL
Right out there.
Coffey nods, relieved. Then he surprises everybody by
offering Paul his hand, as if to show proper manners. Paul
hesitates, oddly touched, then surprised his men even more
by accepting. Coffey's hand swallows his. Coffey shakes
gently, lets go.
Paul steps from the cell. Brutal slides the door shut,
locks it. Coffey stands a moment as if unsure what to do,
then sinks onto the cot with his hands clasped between his
knees. He looks up at Paul, his voice soft as a whisper:
COFFEY
Couldn't help it, boss. I tried to
take it back, but it was too late.
Paul turns, leads his men up the Mile...
PAUL'S INNER OFFICE
...and they enter a few moments later. Paul is furious,
but keeping a lid on his temper:
PAUL
Dean, run Delacroix up to the
infirmary and see if his fingers are
broken.
BRUTAL
Course they're broken, I heard the
damn bones crack. Goddamn Percy.
HARRY
You hear what he was yelling when we
brought the big dummy in?
PAUL
How could I miss it, Harry? The whole
prison heard.
This makes Brutal snort, breaking the tension--the others
can't help smiling.
BRUTAL
You'll probably have to answer for
sending him off the Mile. He's gonna
cause you trouble over this, you mark
me.
PAUL
I'll chew that food when I have to.
Right now I wanna hear about the new
inmate...aside from how big he is,
okay?
BRUTAL
(smiles)
Monstrous big. Damn.
PAUL
Seems meek enough. Looks like they
sent us an imbecile to execute.
HARRY
Imbecile or not, he deserves to fry
for what he done. Here...
Harry tosses a pair of manila envelopes bound with rubber
bands on the desk before Paul--Coffey's file.
HARRY
...make your blood curdle.
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The Detterick Abduction
EXT. E BLOCK PRISON YARD - DAY
A small are reserved for inmates of the Mile, fenced-off
from the main prison yard. Arlen Bitterbuck walks the
perimeter under the watchful eyes of guard BILL DODGE.
We find Paul sitting by himself on the bleachers with
Coffey's file on his knees, thoughtfully unwrapping his
brown-bagged sandwich. PUSH SLOWLY IN as he begins to
read...
EXT. DETTERICK FARM - DAWN (FLASHBACK)
...and we see Klaus Detterick walk from his house to the
barn with a milking pail, a solitary figure against a
brightening horizon. He disappears into the barn...
...and we hold for a long moment, the house silent
b.g.,chickens clucking and scratching in the front yard...
...until a WOMAN'S SCREAM shatters the silence. Klaus
reappears, dropping the pail, running toward the house...
PAUL ON BLEACHERS
...as Paul turns the page, keeps reading...
INT. DETTERICK HOUSE - DAWN (FLASHBACK)
...and Klaus bursts in to find his wife MARJORIE
absolutely frantic with terror:
KLAUS
WHAT? GOD SAKES, WHAT?
MARJORIE
THE GIRLS! THE GIRLS ARE GONE!
She drags him through the house to a screened-off porch
area where their 12 year old son HOWIE is pointing and
shouting--
HOWIE
Papa! Papa, look! The blood!
--and Klaus freezes there, stunned to see blood spattered
on the floor and the screen door hanging off its hinges...
KLAUS
Oh my God.
PAUL ON BLEACHERS
...as Paul absently takes another bite of his sandwich,
not really tasting it, keeps reading...
INT. DETTERICK HOUSE - DAWN (FLASHBACK)
...plunging us back into the screaming chaos: Klaus
grabbing up shotgun shells, Howie loading the .22 rifle he
got for Christmas, Marjorie sobbing incoherently...
KLAUS
GODDAMN IT, WOMAN, GET ON THE PHONE
NOW! YOU TELL 'EM WE HEADED WEST! MIND
WHAT I'M SAYING! WEST, Y'HEAR?
...and she goes stumbling through the house, grabbing for
the phone as her men disappear toward the porch b.g.:
MARJORIE
Central! Central, are you on the line?
Oh, God, please, somebody took my
little girls...
OUTSIDE THE HOUSE
Klaus and his son race from the house, following spatters
of blood across the yard...
PAUL ON THE BLEACHERS
...as Paul lets out a long breath, turns the page...
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The Bloody Nightgown
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD/FIELD - DAY (FLASHBACK)
---and we see CARS AND TRUCKS pulling up, MEN jumping out
with rifles, pouring down the incline toward the field
where Klaus is hollering and waving his arms. Deputy McGee
comes sliding down from the road, taking charge at the top
of his lungs--
McGEE
I WANT ALL THE WEAPONS UNLOADED,
Y'HEAR? TAKE OUT YOUR SHELLS, I WON'T
HAVE A MAN SHOT BY ACCIDENT TODAY!
BOBO, WHERE THEM DOGS?
--and the dogs come bounding out of the back of a truck,
howling down the incline to lead the chase...
VARIOUS ANGLES
...which takes us through the cattails and bulrushes...to
the spot where Klaus finds the little scrap of pale yellow
fabric, turns and screams...
KLAUS
Oh, Lord, this belongs to my Katie...
...and they keep going, stopping abruptly as they find: A
blood-drenched area of tramped grass. A little girl's
bloody nightgown hangs in the low branches of a tree. Some
of these strong men look like they might throw up or faint
at the sight of it. Their blood freezes in their veins as
an INHUMAN HOWLING commences up ahead. It's like nothing
they've ever heard before, raising the hackles of men and
dogs alike.
PAUL ON BLEACHERS
...as Paul quietly turns another page, shaking his head...
PAUL
Jesus.
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11 -
Grief and Duty
EXT. FIELD - DAY (FLASHBACK)
The men reload their weapons. Everybody's terrified. McGee
starts off, the other following his lead toward--
THE RIVER
--where they emerge from the treeline, drawing ever closer
to the source of that INHUMAN HOWLING...
...and they stop, gazing in horror:
John Coffey sits on the riverbank in bloody overalls, his
huge feet splayed out before him. He's making that inhuman
howling sound, face twisted in monstrous grief, pausing
occasionally to take in a great hitching breath of air.
Curled in his massive arms are the naked bodies of
Detterick's 9 year-old twin girls, their once-blonde hair
now matted to their heads with blood.
A tableau. The men staring. John Coffey howling. A train
puffing smoke across the landscape.
Klaus Detterick breaks the moment, lunging down the
riverbank in a headlong rush. The others try to grab him,
but he shrugs them off and throws himself on Coffey with
a scream of inarticulate rage, kicking and punching, fists
flying. Coffey barely seems to notice.
The others catch up with Klaus, drag him off. He falls to
his knees on the riverbank, sobbing into his hands.
Howie runs to him, throws himself into his father's arm.
They hug each other tightly, overwhelmed with grief.
A semblance of quiet descends, except for Coffey's
heartbroken wailing. A ring of rifle toting men forms
around him, though he hardly seems aware of it. McGee
steps forward, uncertain:
McGEE
Mister.
Coffey goes quiet at once, eyes still streaming tears.
McGEE
Mister? Can you hear me?
(Coffey nods)
You have a name?
COFFEY
John Coffey. Like the drink, only not
spelt the same.
McGee hunkers carefully down, watching for any sudden
moves.
McGEE
What happened here, John Coffey? You
want to tell me that?
COFFEY
I couldn't help it. I tried to take it
back, but it was too late.
McGEE
(pause)
Boy, you are under arrest for murder.
McGee spits in Coffey's face...
PAUL ON BLEACHERS
...as Paul looks up with a slight start, jarred from his
reading to find WARDEN HAL MOORES standing before him.
HAL
I interrupt?
PAUL
I'm just about done.
Paul stows the file as Hal settles onto the bleachers.
PAUL
How's that pretty gal of yours?
HAL
Melinda's not so well, Paul. Not so
well at all. Got laid up with another
headache yesterday. Worst one yet.
She's also developed this weakness in
her right hand.
PAUL
Doctor still think it's migraines?
Hal gives a slight shake of his head.
HAL
I'll be taking her up to Indianola
next day or so for some tests. Had X-
rays and the like. She is scared to
death. Truth to tell, so am I.
PAUL
If it's something they can see with an
X-ray, maybe it's something they can
fix.
HAL
Maybe.
He pulls a letter, hands it to Paul.
HAL
This just came in. D.O.E. on
Bitterbuck.
Paul glances toward Bitterbuck, scans the letter, nods.
PAUL
You didn't come all the way down here
just to hand me a D.O.E.
HAL
No. I had an angry call from the state
capital about twenty minutes ago. Is
it true you ordered Percy Wetmore off
the block.
PAUL
It is.
HAL
I'm sure you had reason, but like it
or not, the wife of the governor of
this state has only one nephew, and
his name happens to be Percy Wetmore.
I need to tell you how this lays out?
PAUL
Little Percy called his aunt and
squealed like a schoolroom sissy.
(Hal nods)
He also mention he assaulted a
prisoner this morning out of sheer
petulance? Broke three fingers on
Eduard Delacroix's left hand.
HAL
I didn't hear that part. I'm sure she
didn't either.
PAUL
The man is mean, careless, and stupid.
Bad combination in a place like this.
Sooner or later, he's gonna get
somebody hurt. Or worse.
HAL
You and Brutus Howell will make sure
that doesn't happen.
PAUL
Easy enough to say. We can't watch him
every minute, Hal.
HAL
Stick with it. May not be much longer.
I have it on good authority that Percy
has an application in at Briar Ridge.
PAUL
The mental hospital?
HAL
(nods)
Administration job. Better pay.
PAUL
Then why's he still here? He could get
that application pushed
through...hell, with his connections,
he could have any state job he wants.
Hal has no answer. Paul look off toward Bitterbuck.
PAUL
Tell you what I think. I think he just
wants to see one cook up close.
Hal follows Paul's gaze, takes his meaning.
HAL
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.
PAUL
Of course.
HAL
Thank you, Paul.
Hal rises, slapping yard dust off his trousers.
PAUL
You give Melinda my love, okay? I bet
that X-ray turns out to be nothing at
all.
Hal walks off looking like he's got the weight of the
world on his shoulders. Paul looks at the letter again...
TIGHT ON LETTER
...which is head: Date Of Execution."
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12 -
A Late-Night Comfort
INT. PAUL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Paul is at the kitchen table in the wee hours of the
morning, drinking buttermilk and listening to SOFT MUSIC
on the radio. JANICE EDGECOMB appears, shuffling sleepily
downstairs.
JAN
Paul?
PAUL
Hey, you. Music too loud?
JAN
No. There's just this big empty spot
in the bed where my husband usually
sleeps.
PAUL
He said to tell you he's having a
little trouble with that tonight.
She comes into the kitchen, strokes his hair. There's an
easy familiarity and a deep love between these two.
JAN
Worried about Melinda and Hal? Is that
what's got you up?
PAUL
Yeah, that. Things.
JAN
Things.
She sits on his lap and gives him a crooked smile--you're
not getting off that easily.
PAUL
Got a new inmate today. Big, simple-
minded fella.
JAN
Do I want to hear what he did?
PAUL
No. One sleepless member of this
family's enough.
(softly)
The things that happen in this world.
It's a wonder God allows it.
She gives him a tiny kiss above his left eyebrow, in that
special spot that makes him prickle.
JAN
Why don't you come to bed? I've got
something to help you sleep, and you
can have all you want.
PAUL
Don't I wish. I've still got something
wrong with my waterworks, I don't want
to pass it on.
JAN
You see Doc Sadler yet?
PAUL
No, because he'll want me to take
sulfa tablets and I'll spend the rest
of the week puking in every corner of
my office. It'll run its course all by
itself, thank you very much for your
concern.
She kisses that spot above his eyebrow again. He smiles.
JAN
Poor old guy...
DISSOLVE TO:
IN TIGHT ANGLES: Copper plugs are cleaned, switches are
oiled, circuits are tested...
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13 -
The Mouse on the Mile
INT. EXECUTION CHAMBER - NIGHT
...as maintenance is performed on Old Sparky by JACK VAN
HAY and a small crew. Paul is carefully sanding a
connector plug. Dean is waxing Old Sparky's wooden arms to
a gleam.
Paul and Dean pause, thinking they hear a LAUGH drifting
in from E Block...and then Brutal calls softly to them:
BRUTAL (O.S.)
Paul? Dean?
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
Paul and Dean enter to find Brutal trying not to wake the
cons in their cells by laughing too loudly. They follows
his gaze down the Mile, see nothing, turn to him like he's
crazy.
BRUTAL
I guess the legislature loosened those
purse-strings enough to hire on a new
guard.
(off their looks)
Look again. He's right there.
Paul and Dean look again and this time they see it:
A tiny brown mouse is coming up the Mile. It trots a short
distance, peers right and left as if checking the snoring
inmates in their cells, then makes another forward spurt.
PAUL
He's doing a cell check.
This gets them all trying not to laugh. The mouse draws
ever closer. Dean starts to look worried.
DEAN
It ain't normal for a mouse to come up
on people that way. Maybe it's rabid.
BRUTAL
Oh, my Christ. The big mouse expert.
The Mouse Man. You see it foaming at
the mouth, Mouse Man?
DEAN
(dubious)
I don't see its mouth at all.
That does it--Paul and Brutal burst out laughing. The
mouse stops before them and peers up, curling its tail
primly around its paws as if to wait. The guards fall
silent, fascinated. Bitterbuck stirs in his cell, sits up
to watch.
Brutal tears off a piece of his half-eaten corned beef
sandwich, holds it delicately out with two fingers. The
mouse rises up, appraising the morsel with shiny black
eyes.
DEAN
Aw, Brutal, no! We'll be hip-deep in
mice around here...
BRUTAL
(to Paul)
I just wanna see what he'll do. In the
interests of science, like.
Paul shrugs. Brutal drops the scrap. The mouse grabs it
and eats, sitting up like a dog doing a trick.
The mouse turns and scurries back down the Mile, vanishing
under the restraint room door at the far end. Dean throws
Paul an "I told you so" look.
DEAN
He's in the damn restraint room. You
know he's gonna be chewing the padding
out of walls and making himself a nice
little nest.
Brutal give Paul a sheepish look--well? Paul sighs.
PAUL
All right. Let's get the damn mouse.
They stride grimly down the Mile to the restraint room
door, men on a mission. Coffey's awake now, peering from
his cot.
COFFEY
Saw me a mouse go by.
PAUL
It was a dream. Go back to sleep.
COFFEY
Weren't no dream. It was a mouse all
right.
PAUL
Can't put anything over on you.
Paul unlocks the door, revealing a padded room filled with
storage: cleaning supplies, buckets of paint, mops and
ladders, you name it. Brutal shrugs off his jacket. Paul
grabs a mop from a steel bucket, hands it to Dean.
PAUL
Dean, watch the door. He tries to get
past you, whack him.
DEAN
Brutal or the mouse?
BRUTAL
Har har, Mouse Man.
Brutal and Paul start doing the heavy lifting, muscling an
unused filing cabinet out the door...
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...and they finally relay the last few heavy buckets of
paint onto the Mile. Paul and Brutal catch their breath,
scanning the empty restraint room. Their eyes go glaringly
to Dean.
PAUL
You let him get past you.
DEAN
No I didn't, I was here all the time!
BRUTAL
Then where the hell is he?
They move slowly into the room, peering into every nook
and cranny, utterly mystified. Brutal shakes his head.
BRUTAL
Three grown men. Outsmarted by a mouse.
DEAN
Well, bright side is, all this
commotion probably scared him off for
good.
PAUL
Yeah, that's right. That's the last
we'll see of him...
FADE TO BLACK
IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:
"The Mouse on the Mile"
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14 -
The Mouse and the Baton
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
A low, static shot. Green floor stretching before us.
Harry and Bill Dodge are at the desk b.g., doing paperwork
and filing chores. Percy is idling nearby, whistling
softly and combing his hair...
...and into this quiet shot, deep in foreground, creeps
the mouse. He starts walking the Mile as before...
...right toward Percy.
COFFEY
stares through his bars as the mouse goes by...
PERCY
keeps combing his hair, unaware...
DEL
sits quietly picking his nose in his cell. The mouse
appears outside the bars, cruising inexorably up the Mile.
Del turns slowly, watches the mouse go by...
PERCY
still grooming himself, still unaware...
THE MOUSE
keeps coming closer. ANGLE UP to Bitterbuck peering
through his bars, watching him go by...
PERCY
keeps working that comb--and freezes at the sound of a
TINY SQUEAK. His head swivels slowly...
...and there's the mouse. Staring at him.
itself. If mice have a natural enemy, Percy is it.
PAUL
You little son of a bitch.
Harry and Bill glance up from their work.
HARRY
Well, I'll be damned. There he is, big
as Billy-be-frigged. I thought Brutal
was pulling my leg.
BILL
That's a goddamn mouse.
HARRY
Yeah. Brute said he was in here last
night begging for food, came right up
to the desk.
BILL
My ass. Give him some room, Percy, see
what he does.
Percy takes a few careful steps back, eyes never leaving
the mouse. (Percy's hand starts easing toward the handle
of his baton.) The mouse comes up to the desk as before.
HARRY
Brave little bastard, gotta give him
that.
Harry breaks off a small piece of cracker and drops it.
The mouse picks it up, starts to eat. (Percy's hand inches
ever closer to his baton).
BILL
Here, lemme try.
Bill drops a piece of cracker. The mouse ignores it
completely, keeping its beady little eyes on Harry.
(Percy's hand starts easing his baton from its holster.)
BILL
Maybe he's full.
HARRY
(grins)
Maybe he knows you're just a floater.
Gotta be an E Block regular to feed
the E Block mouse, don'cha know...
Harry drops another piece--and sure enough, the mouse
starts to eat. Harry's smile fades. He and Bill trade a
look.
HARRY
I was just kidding ab--
Percy lets rip a BELLOWING WAR CRY ("Yaaaahhh!") and
launches his baton like a spear, scaring the crap out of
everyone.
The mouse ducks (yes, actually ducks) and the baton sail
over his head close enough to ruffle its fur, bouncing off
the floor. Apparently remembering a pressing engagement
elsewhere, the mouse takes off in a flash toward the
restraint room.
Percy roars with frustration and takes off after it,
trying to squash it with his heavy work shoes, leaping and
stomping with great big galloping strides, missing the
mouse by inches...
...and thus is the Green Mile traversed, with Percy
stomping and hollering like a spastic flamenco dancer, the
convicts yelling at their bars, the mouse zigging and
zagging like Jim Thorpe heading for the endzone...
The mouse wins, zipping to safety under the restraint room
door. Percy pounds his fist against the door in
frustration:
PERCY
FUCK!
He fumbles with his keys, unlocks the door, yelling all
the while:
PERCY
I'M GONNA RIP YOUR DISEASED HEAD OFF,
YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!
OUTSIDE E BLOCK
Paul and Brutal are arriving for work--they pause, hearing
PERCY'S YELLS drifting from the windows. The regular CONS
in the yard are drifting curiously to the fence, wondering
if a riot's brewing. Paul and Brutal take off running--
INSIDE E BLOCK
--and rush in to find:
HARRY
Percy met your mouse.
Harry points. Percy's down at the far end, rummaging
wildly in the restraint room, tossing shit out onto the
Mile.
PERCY
It's in here somewhere! I'm gonna
squish the little son of a bitch!
He starts muscling the filing cabinet out the door,
kicking buckets out of his way. Brutal calls out to him:
BRUTAL
Percy, we already tried that--
PERCY
What? Whad'ja say?
BRUTAL
I said--
Paul stops Brutal with a look--don't you dare stop him.
BRUTAL
--uh, knock yourself out. Hope you
nail the bastard.
Paul crosses his arms and smiles, leans back against the
desk to wait...
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...and Percy hauls the last of the stuff out, exhausted.
He steps back in and looks around, unable to believe
there's no mouse cowering in the corner. Paul and the men
approach, keeping straight faces, navigating the crap in
the corridor.
BRUTAL
Gosh. Ain't in there, huh? Don't that
beat the mousie band?
Percy keeps scanning the restraint room. The others all
look to Paul, waiting for him to speak--you're the boss.
PAUL
Percy. You want to think about what
you were doing just now.
PERCY
(turns, glaring)
I know what I was doing. Trying to get
the mouse. You blind?
HARRY
You also scared the living crap out of
me and Bill. And them.
He cocks a thumb at the inmates in their cells.
PERCY
So what? They aren't in cradle-school,
case you didn't notice...
(directed at Paul)
...although you treat them that way
half the time.
BRUTAL
We don't scare 'em any more than we
have to, Percy. They're under enough
strain as it is.
PAUL
Men under strain can snap. Hurt
themselves. Hurt others. That's why
our job is talking, not yelling.
You'll do better to think of this
place like an intensive care ward in
a hospital--
PERCY
I think of it as a bucket of piss to
drown rats in. That's all.
(scans their faces)
Anybody doesn't like it can kiss my
ass. How's that sit?
Brutal steps forward, wanting to slug the little bastard.
Percy shies back, but keeps his bravado up:
PERCY
Try it. You'll be on the bread lines
before the week is out.
PAUL
We all know who your connections are,
Percy...
(steps close)
...but you ever threaten a man on this
block again, we're all gonna have a
go. Job be damned.
PERCY
Big talk. You done?
PAUL
Get all this shit back in the
restraint room. You're cluttering up
my Mile.
They turn and walk away, leaving Percy as we
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15 -
The Mouse That Escaped
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
A SLOW TRACKING SHOT OF THE GREEN FLOOR takes us past a
tiny scrap of break...and then another...and then past a
mousetrap primed with a scrap of bacon...
...and we keep following a long trail of bread scraps and
mousetraps until we come to Percy, alone on the Mile,
carefully laying the last mousetrap down...
...and he scoots back against the desk to wait, crouched
and holding his breath, eyes riveted to the restraint room
door for any sign of his furry nemesis...
...and CAMERA BOOMS SLOWLY DOWN off his face, dipping down
to floor level...
...where the mouse is revealed under the desk, peering in
the same direction as Percy, wondering what the hell's so
interesting down there. It hops further out to see...
ANGLE OF PERCY FROM FLOOR LEVEL
...and the mouse enters frame, hopping out a few more
steps, mouse and man staring in the same direction.
A long beat. Percy turns, looks down at the mouse. The
mouse turns, looks up at Percy...
...and all hell breaks loose again. They race the Mile as
before, Percy hollering and stomping all the way,
mousetraps snapping and flying up into frame as they go
charging wildly past the cells.
The mouse wins again. Percy pauses, furious...and sees
Coffey staring at him from his cell.
COFFEY
Saw me a mouse go by.
Percy loses it, kicking and punching the restraint room
door in a screaming rage as we
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16 -
Dark Rehearsal
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
Paul appears at Bitterbuck's bars with a group of guards.
PAUL
Arlen? Your daughter and her family
are here.
Bitterbuck steps from his cell. Bill Dodge escorts him off
the block. The moment they're gone:
PAUL
Let's move. I want at least two
rehearsals before he gets back.
INT. VISITOR'S ROOM - DAY
Bitterbuck is led in. His DAUGHTER rises...an awkward
hesitation...and she touches his face, kisses him. He
takes her hands, kisses them, tries not to cry. The rest
of the family is there: SON-IN-LAW, GRANDCHILDREN,
COUSINS. They form around him, murmuring hellos, shaking
hands...
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
...while TOOT-TOOT takes Bitterbuck's place in the cell.
He's a wiry and toothless old trusty, crazy as a tick. He
sits:
TOOT
Sittin' down, sittin' down, rehearsing
now! Everybody settle!
He glances to Paul--okay, hit it.
PAUL
Arlen Bitterbuck, step forward.
Toot springs to his feet and steps from the cell.
TOOT
I'm steppin' forward, I'm steppin'
forward, I'm steppin' forward...
Toot turns, shows the top of his head to Dean.
PAUL
Is his head properly shaved?
DEAN
No, it's dandruffy and it smells.
PAUL
I'll take that for a yes. All right,
Arlen, let's go.
Toot starts up the corridor, ringed by guards.
TOOT
I'm walkin' the Mile, I'm walkin' the
Mile, I'm walkin' the Mile...
PAUL'S INNER OFFICE
Toot throws himself to his knees as soon as they enter:
TOOT
I'm prayin', I'm prayin', I'm prayin'.
The Lord is my shepherd, so on an' so
forth...
PAUL
Toot, you have to wait till I tell you
to pray.
(Toot waits)
Okay, pray.
TOOT
Still prayin', still prayin'...
HARRY
Paul, we're not gonna have some
Cherokee medicine man in here whoopin'
and hollerin' and shaking his dick,
are we?
PAUL
Well, actually--
TOOT
Still prayin', prayin', gettin' right
with Jesus...
HARRY
Do it quietly, you old gink!
Harry slaps Toot upside the head to shut him up.
PAUL
As I was saying, I don't believe they
actually shake their dicks, Harry. Be
that as it may, Mr. Bitterbuck is a
Christian, so we got Reverend Schuster
coming in.
DEAN
Oh, he's good. Fast, too. Doesn't get
'em worked up.
PAUL
On your feet, Toot. You've prayed
enough for one day.
TOOT
Gettin' to my feet, walkin' again,
walkin' on the Green Mile...
EXECUTION CHAMBER
They enter. Brutal is waiting for them, gun drawn. Percy
peers out from behind the partition wall from the switch
room.
PERCY
What do I do?
PAUL
Watch and learn.
Paul motions Percy behind the wall. Percy sighs, takes his
spot next to Jack Van Hay, peers through the wire mesh as
Toot plops into Old Sparky, wriggling his skinny ass to
get comfy.
TOOT
Sittin' down, sittin' down, takin' a
seat in Old Sparky's lap...
Paul and Dean kneel to apply the ankle clamps. Brutal
steps in from the side, pressing down on the condemned
man's left arm to keep him in place until the ankle clamps
are secure. Harry moves in from the other side, securing
the right arm clamp.
TOOT
Gettin' clamped, gettin' clamped,
gettin'--ow, shit, watch the skin!
Paul signals "ankles secure." Brutal holsters his pistol,
applies the final clamp to the left arm.
BRUTAL
Roll on one.
BEHIND THE PARTITION
Van Hay mimes turning the generator knob up, whispering:
VAN HAY
"Roll on one" means I turn the
generator up full. You'll see the
lights go brighter in half the
prison...
RESUME MAIN CHAMBER
as Brutal steps before the "condemned" and pronounces:
BRUTAL
Arlen Bitterbuck, you have been
condemned to die by a jury of your
peers, sentence imposed by a judge in
good standing in this state. Do you
have anything to say before the
sentence is carried out?
TOOT
(gleefully)
Yeah! I want a fried chicken dinner
with gravy on the taters, I want to
shit in your hat, and I got to have
Mae West sit on my face, because I am
one horny motherfucker!
Brutal tries to hold on, but it's impossible--he cracks
up. Everybody falls apart, howling helplessly with
laughter. Even Jack Van Hay is guffawing behind his
partition.
Only Paul is reining it in--he's a little too pissed to go
with it. He waits until the laughing fit starts to pass,
then:
PAUL
Shut up, Brutal. That goes for
everybody. I want quiet in here.
(turns)
Toot, another remark like that, I'll
have Van Hay roll on two for real.
BRUTAL
(beat, gently)
It was pretty funny.
PAUL
That's why I don't like it. Tomorrow
night we're doing this for real. I
don't want somebody remembering a
stupid joke like that and getting
going again.
(off their looks)
Ever try not laughing in church once
something funny gets stuck in your
head. Same goddamn thing.
BRUTAL
Sorry, Paul. You're right. Let's keep
going. Harry...
Harry takes a black mask and snugs it down over Toot's
head, leaving only the crown of his head exposed. Brutal
takes a large sponge, dips it in a steel bucket, mimes
soaking it...
BEHIND THE PARTITION
PERCY
What's with the sponge?
VAN HAY
You soak it in brine, get it good and
wet. Conducts the electricity directly
to the brain, fast like a bullet. You
don't ever want to throw the switch on
a man without that.
RESUME MAIN CHAMBER
as the sponge is placed atop Toot's head. Harry now lowers
the steel cap and Brutal secures the straps.
BRUTAL
Arlen Bitterbuck, electricity shall
now be passed through your body until
you are dead, in accordance with the
state law. God have mercy on your soul.
(to Van Hay)
Roll on two.
BEHIND THE PARTITION
Van Hay mimes flipping the switch, looks to Percy:
VAN HAY
And that's that.
RESUME MAIN CHAMBER
Toot can't resist--he starts bucking and flailing:
TOOT
Now I'm fryin'! Fryin'! Geeaaah!
Fryin' like a done tom turkey!
Paul rolls his eyes at Brutal. Brutal shifts his gaze past
him and nods--look behind you.
BRUTAL
One of the witnesses showed up a day
early.
Paul turns. Sitting on the door sill, watching them with
beady eyes, is the mouse. Paul turns back, addresses the
room:
PAUL
All right, let's go again and do it
right this time! Get that idiot out of
the chair...
HIGH WIDE ANGLE OF EXECUTION CHAMBER
Brutal and Harry start undoing Toot's clamps. Everybody
relaxes, drifting from their positions...
DISSOLVE TO:
SAME ANGLE AS ABOVE - NEXT NIGHT
...and the room is now quietly filling up with WITNESSES
trickling in. People speak in whispers, if at all.
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The Last Comfort
INT. BITTERBUCK'S CELL - NIGHT
Bitterbuck, the top of his head now shaved, is speaking
quietly as Paul listens:
BITTERBUCK
You think if a man sincerely repents
on what he done wrong, he might get to
go back to the time that was happiest
for him and live there forever? Could
that be what heaven is like?
Paul doesn't think so--but that's not what Bitterbuck
needs to hear, so the lie comes easy:
PAUL
I just about believe that very thing.
Pause. Bitterbuck smiles.
BITTERBUCK
Had me a young wife when I was
eighteen. Spent our first summer in
the mountains. Made love every night.
She'd just lie there after, bare-
breasted in the firelight, and we'd
talk sometimes till the sun come up.
(beat)
That was my best time.
Brutal appears at the door, checks his pocketwatch, nods
to Paul. Bitterbuck takes a deep breath, getting himself
ready.
PAUL
It'll be fine. You'll do fine.
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18 -
The Two Jolts
INT. EXECUTION CHAMBER - NIGHT
THE SPONGE is pulled sopping wet from the bucket of brine,
dripping a trail of water across the floor. Brutal places
it atop Bitterbuck's head. Water courses down the sides of
the condemned man's mask and neck, pooling on the floor.
The cap is lowered, the straps secured. All we hear now is
the sound of Bitterbuck's BREATHING growing louder and
faster under the mask...until, softly:
BRUTAL
Roll on two.
WHAM! The switch is thrown. Bitterbuck surges forward
against the straps, riding the powerful current.
Some witnesses turn away. Paul and Brutal maintain grim
eye contact with each other, waiting.
Behind the partition, Percy watches through the mesh with
gleaming eyes, wishing he could see better.
Van Hay kills the current. Bitterbuck goes limp. A DOCTOR
steps forward, checks for a heartbeat, shakes his head.
BRUTAL
Again.
The switch is thrown a second time. Bitterbuck surges
forward again, riding the current all the way...
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19 -
The Aftermath of an Execution
INT. E BLOCK ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT
Bitterbuck's dead face stares up at us from a gurney. A
hand reaches down, gives his cheek a squeeze. TILT UP to:
PERCY
Adios, Chief. Drop us a card from
hell, let us know if it's hot enough.
Brutal knocks Percy's hand away, shoves him aside.
BRUTAL
He's paid what he's owed. He's square
with the house again, so keep your
goddamn hands off him.
He draws the sheet over Bitterbuck's face, wheels the
gurney down the tunnel. Percy throws a look to Paul.
PERCY
What's up his ass?
PAUL
You, Percy. Always you.
Paul brushes past him, but:
PERCY
You gotta hate the new boy? That the
way it is around here?
PAUL
(turns back)
Why not just move on? Go to Briar
Ridge.
(off his look)
Yeah, I know about it. Sounds like a
good job.
PERCY
I might take it, too. Soon as you put
me out front.
Paul cocks his head--excuse me?
PERCY
You heard me. I want Brutal's spot for
the next execution.
PAUL
(beat)
What's with you? Seeing a man die
isn't enough? You gotta be close
enough to smell his nuts cook?
PERCY
I wanna be out front, is all. Just one
time. Then you'll be rid of me.
PAUL
If I say no?
PERCY
I might just stick around for good,
make me a career of this.
Paul just shakes his head in wonder and walks away.
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20 -
Mr. Jingles and Percy's Surprise
INT. COFFEY'S CELL - DAY
Coffey's lying on his bunk, weeping quiet tears. He stirs
at the sound of GIGGLING. He sits up, peers curiously
through the bars. Softly:
COFFEY
Del?
AT THE GUARD STATION
Paul glances up from writing in the daily log. Silence
now. He goes back to writing--and the GIGGLING comes again.
PAUL
Delacroix? That you?
No answer. Just more giggling. Paul rises, walks down the
Mile to Delacroix's cell--and stops, staring in through
the bars.
PAUL'S INNER OFFICE
Brutal and Dean are having lunch. Paul pokes his head in.
PAUL
You are not gonna believe this.
RESUME E BLOCK
The men follow Paul onto the Mile. By now, Del is CACKLING
WILDLY in his cell. Brutal shoots Paul a look--has he gone
insane? Paul gestures "see for yourself."
They arrive at the bars...and find the mouse sitting on
Del's shoulder. Del looks up, giggling like a kid at
Christmas.
DEL
Look! I done tame me dat mouse!
PAUL
We see that.
DEL
Watch dis! Watch what he do!
He stretches out his left arm. The mouse crawls over the
top of his head, scampers along his arm to the wrist,
turns around and scampers back. The guards just stand
there, staring.
DEL
Ain't he sumpthin now? Ain't Mr.
Jingles smart?
PAUL
Mr. Jingles?
DEL
Dat his name. He whisper it in my ear.
Cap'n, can I have a box for my mouse
so he can sleep in here wi' me?
PAUL
I notice your English gets better when
you want something.
DEL
Wanna see what else he can do? Watch,
watch, watch...
He puts the mouse on the floor, grabs a small wooden
spool. The mouse sees it, poises like a man getting ready
for a race.
DEL
We play fetch, Mr. Jingles? We play
fetch?
He tosses the spool across the floor, bounces it against
the wall. The mouse goes after it like a dog after a
stick--and proceeds to push it back to the bunk, rolling
it with its front paws all the way to Delacroix's feet.
By now, the guard's jaws are hanging open. Paul's got a
funny little chill running up his spine.
DEL
He fetch it ever' time. Smart as hell,
ain't he? We do da trick again, watch,
watch, watch...
Again he throws the spool. Again the mouse goes after it,
starts rolling it back. Del howls with laughter, claps his
hands like a kid. Brutal murmurs to the others:
BRUTAL
Who's training who here?
COFFEY
That's some smart mouse, Del. Like
he's a circus mouse or something.
DEL
A circus mouse! Dat jus' what he is,
too! A circus mouse! I get outta here,
he make me rich, see if he don't!
He picks up the spool again, makes a drumroll sound,
tosses it. The mouse does its thing, rolling the spool
back...
...as Percy enters the scene. Del catches sight of him and
scoops up his mouse, drawing fearfully back on his bunk.
He tries to hide Mr. Jingles in his hands--but the mouse
wriggles from his grasp and scampers up on top of his
head, where he regards Percy with mistrustful, beady mouse
eyes.
PERCY
Well, well. Looks like you found
yourself a new friend, Eddie.
Del tries to offer some defiance--but all he can manage is:
DEL
Don' hurt him, 'kay? 'kay?
Percy shrugs as if to say "no skin off me", looks to Paul.
PERCY
That the one I chased?
PAUL
(level)
Yes, that's the one. Only Del says his
name is Mr. Jingles.
PERCY
Is that so?
Paul trades a look with the others, everybody wondering
just what the hell's going through Percy's mind.
PAUL
Del was just asking for a box. He
thinks the mouse will sleep in it, I
guess. That he might keep it for a
pet. What do you think?
PERCY
I think it'll shit up his nose some
night and run away, but I guess that's
Del's lookout.
(beat)
We oughtta find a cigar box. Get some
cotton batting from he dispensary to
line it with. That should do real nice.
Percy walks away, leaving them dumbstruck. Paul turns to
the others. Of all the things they've seen in the last few
minutes, Percy being nice is the most amazing of all.
PAUL
Man said get a cigar box.
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21 -
Hal's Heartbreaking Revelation
INT. PRISON ADMINISTRATION BUILDING - DAY
Paul comes up the stairs to the warden's office...
INT. WARDEN MOORES' OFFICE - DAY
...and enters to find Hal staring out the window.
PAUL
Hal? You wanted to see me?
HAL
Yeah. Paul. Close the door.
Hal's speech is halting, his thoughts disjointed and slow:
HAL
Uh. So you know. You got a new
prisoner coming in tomorrow. William
Wharton. Young kid. Wild as hell,
judging from this...
He picks up the report, trying to focus his thoughts:
HAL
...been rambling all over the state
last few years, causing all kinds of
trouble. Finally hit big time. Killed
three people in a holdup, including a
pregnant woman. Got "Billy the Kid"
tattooed on his left arm...bad news
all around...
He trails off, no longer able to focus on the words. Paul
is shocked to see tears spill silently down his cheeks.
PAUL
Hal?
HAL
It's a tumor, Paul. A brain tumor.
Paul doesn't know what to say. Hal looks at him.
HAL
They got X-ray pictures of it. It's
the size of a lemon, they said, and
way down deep inside where they can't
operate. They say she'll be dead by
Christmas. I haven't told her. I can't
think how. For the life of me, Paul,
I can't think how to tell my wife
she's going to die.
Hal Moores, one of the toughest and steadiest men you'd
ever meets, starts to cry. He dissolves into great big
gasping sobs, losing all control.
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22 -
Coffey's Hands
INT. PAUL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Paul lies awake, watching Jan sleep. He looks troubled--
not to mention feverish. It occurs to him how badly he has
to pee. He sits up, clutching at a queasy stab of pain in
his groin...
LIVING ROOM STAIRS
...and comes hurrying down the steps, clutching himself...
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
...and he's moving even faster as he exits the kitchen,
racing for the outhouse.
He realizes he's not going to make it, stops to piss near
the woodpile at the corner of the house...
...and as he does, he's hit with the most stunning pain of
his life. He buckles to his knees--it's only his flailing
hand against the woodpile that prevents him from going
face-first into his own piss. He crams his other hand to
his mouth in an enormous effort not to scream and wake his
wife.
He manages to ride it out until his bladder empties. He
falls onto his side, rolls over on the grass, and stares
up at the sky with both hands pressed to his groin.
PAUL
...oh God...oh God...
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IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:
"Coffey's Hands"
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INT. PAUL'S KITCHEN - MORNING
Paul looks feverish and clammy as he buttons up his
uniform jacket. Jan is packing his lunch, throwing him
looks, knowing how sick he is.
PAUL
I'm going.
JAN
What?
PAUL
To the doctor. I'm going.
(off her look)
Today. Just as soon as we get the new
inmate squares away.
JAN
That bad?
PAUL
Oh yeah.
She hands him his brown-bagged lunch, kisses his face.
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23 -
Riding the Lightning
INT. BRIAR RIDGE MENTAL HOSPITAL - MORNING
We see a tattoo: "Billy the Kid." TILT UP to WILLIAM
WHARTON staring out the window, wearing a hospital gown,
his face utterly blank. He looks heavily medicated.
Harry, Dean, and Percy enter. Billy doesn't react, just
keeps staring out. Harry waves his fingers in Billy's face.
HARRY
Boy's doped to the gills. Dean, hand
me them clothes...
Dean relays some folded prison clothes to Harry.
HARRY
William Wharton! Hey! I'm talking to
you! Put these clothes on!
Billy turns with a vacant look, takes the clothes. He
fumbles with the shirt, drops the pants. Harry and Dean
sigh.
They strip Billy's hospital gown off and proceed to put
the shirt on him, guiding his limp arms through the
sleeves.
PERCY
Hellraiser, huh? Looks more like a
limp noodle to me. Hey! Hey, you!
Billy looks up, meets Percy's eyes.
PERCY
You been declared competent! Know what
that means? Mean's you're gonna ride
the lightning, son!
Percy does a quick impression of a man jittering and
jerking in the electric chair.
PERCY
Bzzzzzzzzt-zap! Just like that! How's
it feel to know you're gonna die with
your knees bent?
DEAN
C'mon, Percy, give us a hand.
Laughing, Percy picks up the pants. They proceed to help
Billy into them one leg at a time...
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24 -
Fever and the Arrival
INT. E BLOCK TOILET - DAY
Paul is trying to piss. Except for a few drops hitting the
bowl, excruciating pain seems to be the only result. He
gives up, grabs a towel, wipes the sweat from his feverish
face...
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
...and steps gingerly from the toilet. Del's watching.
DEL
Don' look so good, boss. Look like you
runnin' you a fever.
Paul shoots him a baleful look--no kidding. Another voice
calls softly from further down the Mile:
COFFEY (O.S.)
Boss Edgecomb? Needs ta see you down
here, boss.
PAUL
Got things to tend to just now, John
Coffey. You be still in your cell now,
y'hear?
Coffey falls silent. Paul goes to the entrance door and
peers through the viewing slot, anxious to have this over
with...
EXT. COLD MOUNTAIN PENITENTIARY - DAY
The prison truck appears, swaying along the rutted road...
IN THE TRUCK
...while Billy Wharton stares at nothing, drool dripping
from his slack mouth in long strings.
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25 -
The Attack and the Healer
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
Paul watches the truck pull in. He draws away from the
slot, proceeds toward the empty cell which used to be
Bitterbuck's...
ANGLE ON TRUCK
The rear doors are swung open. Harry emerges. Dean and
Percy are guiding Billy by the arm, helping him down...
INSIDE E BLOCK
Paul waits at the empty cell. ANGLE PANS TIGHT to Coffey
at his bars, eyes widening in a blossoming of some
nameless fear or dread. Something bad's coming. A whisper:
COFFEY
Careful.
OUTSIDE E BLOCK
Billy is brought to the door. Dean pulls his keys, starts
to unlock it. We PUSH IN on Billy's face, where the
tiniest trace of a smile is starting to grow...
INSIDE E BLOCK
...and Coffey's unease grows with it. he presses his face
to the bars, his whispering becoming more urgent:
COFFEY
Careful. Careful.
Paul hears him, glances back with a puzzled look. Coffey's
gaze is directed at the door, which is being unlocked...
THE DOOR
...and opened. In that moment, the slack look on Billy's
face gives way to a wild grin. A CRAZED SCREECH leaps from
his throat, a cross between a rebel yell and a dog being
tortured, freezing everybody's blood in their veins--
BILLY
Yeeeeeeehaaaawwwwwwrooooo!
--and he drops his wrist-chain down over Dean's head,
jerks it tight, begins to strangle him. Dean lurches
forward, Billy riding/propelling him through the door onto
the Mile.
Percy stands frozen in the doorway, stunned. Harry shoves
him aside and jumps on Billy from behind, trying to get
him off Dean. Dean is choking, turning purple.
Paul rushes from the cell to join the fray. Billy whirls,
delivering a stunning kick to Paul's groin.
Paul's bladder pain goes nuclear--he falls back in agony,
clutching himself and sucking air through his teeth,
unable even to scream.
Billy rams an elbow into Harry's face, knocks him
sprawling on the desk, screaming and laughing and howling
all the while:
BILLY
WHOOOEE, BOYS! AIN'T THIS A PARTY,
NOW? IS IT, OR WHAT?
Paul forces himself to his feet, pulls his revolver, draws
down on Billy...
PAUL
LET HIM GO!
...but Billy jerks Dean around, using him as a shield...
BILLY
G'WAN, SHOOT! SEE WHO YA HIT!
Dean is choking, dying. Paul is shifting his aim, trying
for a clear shot, not getting one. Percy's still just
inside the doorway, pressed against the wall with fear...
PAUL
HIT HIM, PERCY! GODDAMN IT, HIT HIM!
BILLY
C'MON, PERCY, HIT ME! HIT ME, YOU LIMP
NOODLE, HIT ME! YEEHAWWW!
...and suddenly a hand comes in, grabs the hickory stick
out of Percy's grasp, raises it high--
--it's Brutal coming through the door. He swings the baton
and lands an awesome blow to Billy's head--THUMP! The
force of it spins Billy off his feet and slams him flat on
his back.
Dean crawls away, gulping ragged breaths of air.
Amazingly, Billy's still conscious--he looks up at Brutal
and laughs:
BILLY
Big fucker. Snuck up on me. No fair.
Still laughing, he makes another grab at Dean. Brutal
whacks him again, turning his lights out for good.
Brutal drops to Dean's side, helping him hack air back
into his lungs:
BRUTAL
Breathe...breathe...that's it...
Everybody's reining in their adrenaline. Paul glares at
Harry.
HARRY
We thought he was doped.
(to Percy)
Didn't we? Didn't we all of us think
he was doped?
Percy nods, still numb. Paul is furious:
PAUL
You didn't ask? I guess that's not a
mistake you'll be need to make again
anytime soon, is it?
Harry shakes his head miserably. Paul grabs Billy by the
feet.
PAUL
Grab his arms! You too, Percy!
(off Percy's
hesitation)
Percy, goddamn it, get your feet out
of cement and help us out here!
Percy finally unfreezes. The three of them hoist Billy up
in a dead-lift, get him in his cell, toss him on the cot.
They step out, slam the door, lock it. Paul looks to Harry
and Brutal.
PAUL
Get Dean looked at right away, make
sure he's all right. Percy, you go
make a report to the warden for me.
Start off by saying the situation is
under control--it's not a story, he
won't appreciate you drawing out the
suspense.
BRUTAL
What about you? You look about ready
to collapse.
PAUL
I've got the Mile till you all get
back. Go on now.
They all exit. As soon as he's alone, Paul gives in to the
pain, holding his crotch and sinking to his knees with a
moan. It's so bad he actually lays down on the Mile, face
pressed against the cool linoleum, wishing he were dead.
A stretch of silence...and then:
COFFEY (O.S.)
Boss? Needs ta see ya down here.
PAUL
This is not a good time, John Coffey.
Not a good time at all.
COFFEY (O.S.)
But I needs ta see ya, boss. I needs
ta talk t'ya.
Paul sighs. Things couldn't get much worse than this. He
rises with a supreme effort, walks painfully down the
Mile...
COFFEY'S CELL
...and finds Coffey waiting at his bars.
COFFEY
Closer.
PAUL
I'm alone here right now, John. Figure
this is close enough.
COFFEY
Boss, please. I got to whisper in your
ear.
Paul blinks. Maybe it's the fever clouding his brain, or
maybe...hell, is this what being hypnotized is like? He
tries to shake the sensation off, comes a little closer.
DEL
Boss? You know you not s'pose to do
dat.
PAUL
Mind your business, Del. What do you
want, John Coffey?
COFFEY
Just to help.
His hand shoots out, grabs Paul by the collar, jerks him
close. Paul makes a panic-grab for his revolver...
...but Coffey lays his free hand atop Paul's, eases his
grip from the gun--no need for that. Coffey's hand then
drifts slowly down, easing to Paul's crotch...
PAUL
(stunned, frozen)
What are you...doing?
...and something goes WHUMP through Paul's body. He arches
back with his mouth agape and arms outstretched as a rush
of energy seems to pass from Paul through Coffey's hand...
...and then it's over. Paul comes back to the real world,
weak against the bars, realizes Del is hollering in his
cell:
DEL
HELP! JOHN COFFEY'S KILLING BOSS
EDGECOMB! HELP!
PAUL
Del, Chrissake, settle down, I'm
fine...
It dawns on him that he really is fine. Fever's gone. So
is the pain in his groin. John Coffey, though, seems to be
having trouble. He sits down on his bunk, bends forward,
gagging like a man with a chicken bone caught in his
throat.
PAUL
John? John, what's wrong?
Paul fumbles his keys to the lock, unsure if he should
open the door, watching the big man's contortions grow
stronger like a cat trying to cough up a hairball...
...and then comes an unpleasant, gagging/retching sound as
Coffey's lips draw back from his teeth in a kind of
godawful sneer...and he exhales a cloud of what look like
tiny black insects. They swirl furiously in front of his
face, turn white...and disappear. Paul just stares,
stunned. Softly:
PAUL
What did you do, big boy? What did you
do to me?
COFFEY
I helped it. Didn't I help it?
PAUL
Yes, but...how?
Coffey shrugs--it's something that just is.
COFFEY
Just took it back, is all. Awful tired
now, boss. Dog tired.
He rolls onto his bunk, faces the wall. Paul just stares
at him, stunned. He turns and walks up the Mile, his
stiffness and pain now gone. Del watches him go by, also
stunned:
DEL
What dat man do to you? He throw some
gris-gris on you?
(off Paul's look)
You look diff'int! Even walk diff'int.
Like y'all better!
PAUL
You're imagining thing. Lie down, Del.
Get you some rest.
E BLOCK TOILET
...and steps back into the toilet. Not trusting this
situation for even a moment, Paul opens his fly, takes a
deep breath to prepare himself for the pain, starts to
pee...
...and we hear a healthy stream of water hitting the bowl.
The look on Paul's face says it all--blessed relief.
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26 -
Sudden Heat in the Kitchen
INT. PAUL'S HOUSE - DUSK
Paul comes home from work, still looking numb about the
whole thing. He drifts to the kitchen door. Jan's at the
counter, slicing vegetables for dinner. She glances at him.
JAN
Hi, honey. How are you feeling?
PAUL
Um...not too bad.
She turns back. Paul's eyes drift down to admire her ass.
JAN
What did the doctor say?
No response. He's too busy staring. She turns again--he
glances hastily up.
PAUL
Oh, you know doctors. Gobble-de-gook
mostly.
She turns back, keeps working. He crosses the room, eyeing
her ass all the way...and surprised her by pressing up
against her from behind, running his hands along her hips.
JAN
Paul? What are you doing?
He starts laying kisses on the back of her neck, giving
her pleasant shivers, murmuring:
PAUL
What's it feel like?
JAN
I know what it feels like...it feels
great...but...Paul...
He's getting her breathless. She turns into his arms and
they get into some passionate kissing. It's not too long
before they're frantically peeling each other's clothes
off...
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27 -
Morning After Revelation
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
...and we find them having a wild tumble in the sheets,
both moaning and groaning, sweating and panting. She
pushes him flat on the bed, pauses to catch her breath...
JAN
Those must've been some pills.
...and they keep going, rutting like crazed weasels...
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
...as their moans go drifting into the night...
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SAME ANGLE AS ABOVE - DAWN
...and they're still moaning up there as the sun creeps up.
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
Jan falls back, exhausted after the latest go-round. She
catches her breath, looks over at Paul, and finally:
JAN
Paul? Not that I'm complaining. But we
haven't gone four times in one night
since we were nineteen.
(off his look)
You wanna tell me just what the hell's
going on?
PAUL
Well...thing is...I never actually got
to the doctor yesterday...
She gives him a look--oh?
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INT. LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Paul is on the phone:
PAUL
Brutal? Listen...I'm thinking of
taking the morning off sick. You cover
the fort for me?
(beat)
That's swell. Thanks. Yeah, I'm sure
I'll feel better. Okay.
He hangs up, turns to Jan.
JAN
You sure you ought to do this?
PAUL
I'm not sure what I'm sure of.
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28 -
The Doghouse Analogy
EXT. ROAD TO TEFTON - DAY
Paul's model T comes putt-putting up the road past a sign:
"Trapingus County Welcomes You."
EXT. HOUSE IN TEFTON - BACK PORCH - DAY
BURT HAMMERSMITH, public defender for Trapingus County,
sits with a cold soda and a magazine, watching his TWO
CHILDREN playing on a swing at the far end of the
backyard. The screen door opens and CYNTHIA HAMMERSMITH
ushers Paul out.
CYNTHIA
I offer you a cold drink?
PAUL
Yes, ma'am, a cold drink would be
fine. Thank you.
She goes back inside. Burt rises.
PAUL
Mr. Hammersmith. Your office said I'd
find you at home today. I hope I'm not
troubling you.
BURT
That depends, Mr.--?
PAUL
Paul Edgecomb. I'm the E Block
superintendant at Cold Mountain.
BURT
The Green Mile. I've heard of it. Lost
a few clients your way.
PAUL
That's why I'm here. I'd like to ask
you about one of them.
Burt settles back down, motions "please sit".
BURT
Which client? Now you got my curiosity
aroused.
PAUL
John Coffey.
BURT
Ah, Coffey. He causing you problems?
PAUL
No, can't say he is. He doesn't like
the dark. He cries on occasion. Other
than that...
BURT
Cries, does he? Well, he's got a lot
to cry about, I'd say. You know what
he did.
PAUL
(nods)
I read the court transcripts.
Cynthia reappears, hands Paul a cold root beer.
PAUL
Thank you, Missus.
CYNTHIA
My pleasure. Kids! Lunch is about
ready! Y'all come on up!
She goes back inside, but the kids aren't quite able to
tear themselves away from their play.
BURT
What exactly are you trying to find
out? Satisfy my curiosity, I'll see if
I can satisfy yours.
PAUL
I've wondered if he ever did anything
like that before.
BURT
Why? Has he said anything?
PAUL
No. But a man who does a thing like
that has often developed a taste for
it over time. Occurred to me it might
be easy enough to follow his backtrail
and find out. A man his size, and
colored to boot, can't be that hard to
trace.
BURT
You'd think so, but you'd be wrong.
Believe me, we tried. It's like he
dropped out of the sky.
PAUL
How do you explain that?
BURT
We're in a Depression. A third of the
country's out of work. People are
drifting by the thousands, looking for
work, looking for that greener grass.
Even a giant like Coffey wouldn't get
noticed everywhere he goes... not
until he kills a couple of little
girls.
PAUL
He's...strange, I admit. But there
doesn't seem to be any real violence
in him. I know violent men, Mr.
Hammersmith. I deal with 'em day in
and day out.
Burt smiles, realizing:
BURT
You didn't come up here to ask me
whether he might have killed before.
You came up here to see if I think he
did it at all. That's it, isn't it?
PAUL
Do you?
BURT
One seldom sees a less ambiguous case.
He was found with the victims in his
arms. Blurted out a confession right
then and there.
PAUL
Yet you defended him.
BURT
Everyone is entitled to a defense.
Cynthia hollers from an open window:
CYNTHIA
Kids! Lunch!
BURT
Y'all listen to your Momma, now!
The kids start this way. Burt turns back to Paul.
BURT
Tell you something. You listen close,
too, because it might be something you
need to know.
PAUL
I'm listening.
BURT
We had us a dog. No particular breed,
but gentle. Ready to lick your hand or
fetch a stick. Just a sweet mongrel,
you know the kind.
(Paul nods)
In many way, a good mongrel dog is
like you negro. You get to know it,
and 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.
The little boy comes to him, staring at his feet. Burt
tires to raise the boy's chin. The boy resists for a
moment...
BURT
Please, son.
...and then his face comes around. He's horribly scarred
on that side, the eye missing.
BURT
He has the one eye. I suppose he's
lucky not to be blind. We get down on
our knees and thank God for that much
at least. Right Caleb?
(the boy nods shyly)
Okay, go on in now.
The boy races inside after his sister. Paul follows Burt's
gaze off toward the rear of the property, where an
unoccupied doghouse stands weathered and sad in the weeds.
BURT
That dog attacked my boy for no
reason. Just got it into his mind one
day. Same with John Coffey. He was
sorry afterwards, of that I have no
doubt...but those little girls stayed
raped and murdered nonetheless. Maybe
he's never done it before--my dog
never bit before, but I didn't concern
myself with that. I went out there
with my rifle and grabbed his collar
and blew his brains out.
PAUL
I'm sorry for your trouble.
Burt acknowledges the condolence with a gracious nod.
BURT
I'm as enlightened as the next man,
Mr. Edgecomb. I would not bring back
slavery for all the tea in China. I
believe we have to be humane and
generous in our efforts to solve the
race problem. But we have to remember
that the negro will bite if he gets
the chance, just like a mongrel dog
will bite if it crosses its mind to do
so.
(beat)
Is Coffey guilty? Yes, he is. Don't
you doubt it, and don't you turn your
back on him. You might get away with
it once or even a hundred times...but
in the end...
He raises his hand, making biting motions with his fingers.
BURT
You understand?
Paul says nothing. Burt gazes out again. Softly:
BURT
I'm gonna have to tear that old
doghouse down one of these days.
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29 -
The Cornbread and the Spit
INT. PAUL'S MODEL T - DAY
Paul drives back to Cold Mountain, his heart conflicted...
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
...and he walks onto the Mile with a bundle wrapped in a
dish towel. Brutal glances up from the desk, sniffing the
air.
PAUL
No, it's not for you.
smell of it brings Del to his bars. Even Mr.Jingles comes
skittering out of his cigar box, sniffing.
DEL
Oh. Oh my.
Paul arrives at Coffey's cell. Coffey's on his bunk facing
the wall. His head comes around, drawn by the aroma. He
sits up, wipes the tears leaking from his eyes, looks at
Paul.
COFFEY
I'm smelling me some cornbread.
Paul speaks softly so the others can't hear:
PAUL
It's from my missus. She wanted to
thank you.
Coffey nods thoughtfully, absorbing this notion. Then:
COFFEY
Thank me for what?
PAUL
You know. For helping me.
COFFEY
Helping you with what?
Paul motions discreetly to his crotch.
COFFEY
Ohhh.
(beat)
Was your missus pleased?
PAUL
Several times.
Paul hands him the bundle through the bars. Coffey takes
it, uncovers the cornbread reverently, gazes back up.
COFFEY
This all for me?
Paul nods. Across the way, Del is pressing his face
longingly through the bars while Mr. Jingles crawls on his
shoulder.
DEL
Oh my. John, I can smell it from here.
I surely can.
COFFEY
(looks to Paul)
Can I give some to Del?
PAUL
It's yours, John. You do with it as
you please.
John carefully scoops a big chunk of cornbread out with
his enormous hand, holds it through the bars to Paul.
COFFEY
Here's for Del and Mr. Jingles then.
BILLY
Hey! What about me? I'm'a get some
too, ain't I
Coffey looks to Paul--do I have to?
PAUL
It's yours, John. As you please.
COFFEY
Well. Fine. I think I'll keep the
rest, then.
He smiles like a big kid, digging in with his fingers.
Paul crosses the Mile to Del's cell, hands him his share.
PAUL
Courtesy of the gentleman across the
way.
DEL
Oh, John. So very fine of you. So very
kind. Mr. Jingles t'ank you.
COFFEY
(mouth full)
...wel'cm...
BILLY
Hey! What about me? Don't you hold out
on me, ya big dummy nigger!
Paul's temper flares--he steps to Billy's cell.
PAUL
You'll keep a civil tongue on my block.
Beat. Billy spits in Paul's face and follows it up with a
big grin--what are you gonna do about that? Paul is
seething as he wipes the spit off, but keeps his temper
where it belongs.
PAUL
You get that one for free. But that's
the last one.
Paul walks away. Billy laughs, hollering after him:
BILLY
That's it? Just that little bitty one?
Guess I'll have to pay out for the
rest, huh?
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30 -
The Fire Hose Subdual
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
Harry is walking the Mile, doing a cell check and jotting
on a clipboard. He pauses, making a notation...
...and a long stream of piss hits his leg. Billy's at his
bars, peeing on him. Harry jumps back, stunned. Billy
howls with laughter, hosing his aim wildly from side to
side.
BILLY
Yeehaaw! Good shot, weren't it? Oh,
the look on your face!
Paul and Brutal come running. Harry's just flabbergasted:
HARRY
You believe this? Son of a bitch
pissed on me!
BILLY
Hey, d'jall like that? I'm currently
cooking some turds t'go with it! Nice
soft ones! I'll have 'em out t'yall
tomorrow!
Paul stays calm, turns to Brutal, nods at the restraint
room.
PAUL
We've been looking to clear that room
out anyway.
TIMECUT:
A STREAM OF GUARDS comes toting the last of the restraint
room stuff past Billy's cell while he heckles them from
the bars...
BILLY
Hey! Whassit now, movin' day? Y'all
wanna come in and dust a little? Y'can
shine my knob for me while yer at it!
...and he pauses as Paul and Brutal step to the bars. Paul
has a canvas straitjacket. Brutal pulls his nightstick.
BILLY
You can come in here on your legs, but
you'll go out on your backs, Billy the
Kid guarantee ya that.
(motions to Brutal)
C'mon, fuckstick. No sneakin' up on me
this time. We'll go man to man, see
who's the better fel--
Brutal unlocks the cell--and sidesteps, revealing Harry
pointing a fire hose. The hose erupts, driving Billy
across the cell with bone-jarring force. They batter him
half-senseless, then cut the water. Billy collapses in a
heap.
Paul and Brutal drag him semi-conscious from his cell and
get the straitjacket on him. He comes around as they draw
the straps tight and pull him to his feet.
PAUL
C'mon, Wild Bill. Little walky walky.
BILLY
Don't you call me that! Wild Bill
Hickock wasn't no range rider! He was
just a bushwackin' John Law! Dumb
sonovabitch sat with his back to the
door and kilt by a drunk!
BRUTAL
Oh, my suds and body! A history
lesson! You just never know what
you're gonna get when you come to work
everyday on the Green Mile. Thank you,
Wild Bill.
Billy lets out a scream of rage and throws himself at
Brutal. Brutal, bored, shoves him back toward Paul, who
then propels him down the Mile toward the open restraint
room door. Billy sees where they intend to put him,
resorts to pleading:
BILLY
Oh, not in there! C'mon now, I'll be
good! Honest Injun I will! No! No!
Ummmmhhhh...urg...ah!
He suddenly drops to the floor, bucking and jerking
wildly, spewing drool. Harry's eyes go wide.
HARRY
Holy Christ, he's pitchin' a fit!
Paul reaches down and unceremoniously starts dragging
Billy kicking and writhing the rest of the way.
PAUL
He'll be fine, boys. Trust me on this
one.
Brutal helps Paul toss Billy headlong into the padded
room. They slam the door...
RESTRAINT ROOM
...and Billy staggers to his feet in the straitjacket,
inarticulate with rage, starts throwing himself against
the door, screaming at the top of his lungs.
BILLY
ALL I WANTED ME WAS A LITTLE
CORNBREAD, YOU MUTHERFUCKERS!
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31 -
The Moon Pie Attack
INT. E BLOCK - NEXT DAY
Paul and Brutal unlock the restraint room. Billy looks up
from the corner, pale and drained. Softly:
BILLY
I learnt my lesson. I'll be good.
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INT. E BLOCK - DAY
Billy's back in his cell, quiet for a change. Toot-Toot is
outside the bars, mopping the floor. Billy notices a
chocolate Moon Pie in Toot's shirt pocket.
BILLY
Pssss. Hey. Give'ya nickel for that
Moon Pie.
Toot looks around. Nobody's watching, and a nickel's a
nickel. He steps to Billy's bars, swaps the Moon Pie for
the money.
Toot hurries away. Billy unwraps the Moon Pie, makes sure
he's not being watched...and crams the entire thing into
his mouth...
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...and here comes Brutal strolling down the Mile, doing a
cell check and jotting on a clipboard. He pauses, seeing:
Billy at his bars. Just standing there staring. His cheeks
bulging way out.
Brutal steps closer, fascinated...what the fuck is that.
Billy waits until he's just a bit closer--
--and he slams his fists against his own cheeks,
propelling a disgusting spew of liquefied chocolate sludge
into Brutal's face. Billy falls back onto his bunk,
shrieking with laughter:
BILLY
Li'l Black Sambo, yassuh, boss,
yassuh, howdoo you do?
BRUTAL
(beat, calmly)
Hope your bags are packed.
TIMECUT:
...and once again, Billy gets dragged to the restraint
room, kicking and screaming all the way.
They toss him in, slam the door. Brutal turns, still
wiping traces of sludge off.
PAUL
The Moon Pie thing was pretty
original. Gotta give him that.
Brutal nods. They walk away as we
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32 -
The Mouse Circus Ruse
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
Paul and Brutal appear at Del's bars with Harry and Dean.
PAUL
Del, grab your things. Big day for you
and Mr. Jingles.
DEL
Whatchoo talkin' bout?
PAUL
Important folks heard about your
mouse, wanna see him perform. Not just
guards, either. One of them's a
politician all the way from the state
capital, I believe.
Del swells with pride upon hearing this. He scrounges up
Mr. Jingles props, steps from his cell, looks to Harry and
Dean.
DEL
You fellas comin'?
HARRY
We got other fish to fry just now,
Del, but you knock 'em for a loop.
Del nods, beaming happily, looks to Coffey in his cell.
COFFEY
You knock 'em for a loop like Mr.
Harry says, Del.
Brutal leads Del up the Mile, Paul and the others at their
heels. Percy's at the duty desk. He smirks and rolls his
eyes as Del goes by. The moment Brutal and Del are out the
door...
...Toot emerges from Paul's office where he's been hiding.
PAUL
Let's move along briskly, folks.
There's not much time.
Toot hurries down to take his place in Del's cell.
TOOT
I'm sittin' down, I'm sittin' down,
I'm sittin' down.
INT. OFFICE/ADMINISTRATION BUILDING - DAY
A HALF DOZEN GUARDS are waiting. We find Bill Dodge fixing
the tie of a fat good ol' boy named EARL.
EARL
Been sweepin' floors here ten years,
never had to wear no damn tie before.
BILL
You're a V.I.P. today, Earl, so just
shut up.
A KNOCK at the door. Everybody takes a seat. Del is
ushered in by Brutal. Del faces his audience, puts his
hands to his chest in a "thank you" gesture worthy of
Lillie Langtry before her adoring public, then announces
grandly:
DEL
Messieurs et mesdames! Bienvenue au
cirque de mousie!
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33 -
The Humiliation of Percy
INT. EXECUTION CHAMBER - DAY
The steel cap is lowered over Toot's head, the straps
tightened. TILT UP to Percy as:
PERCY
Roll on two.
Behind his partition, Van Hay mimes flipping the switch.
VAN HAY
That's that.
A pause. Percy looks anxiously to Paul, who's trading
glances with the other guards. Finally:
PAUL
Very good. Very professional.
Percy smiles. Harry and Dean step up, slapping his back
and shaking his hand...
INT. E BLOCK - DAY
...and they're still chatting a short time later, waiting
for Del's return. Percy actually looks happy for a change,
feeling genuinely accepted for the first time...
Billy is watching from his cell. Just watching.
The door opens. Del returns with Mr. Jingles on his
shoulder, escorted by Brutal. Brutal is toting the cigar
box and spool like a magician's assistant carrying the
boss' props.
PAUL
Well?
DEL
They love Mr. Jingles! They laugh and
cheer and clap they hands!
PERCY
Well, that's just aces. Pop back in
your cell, old-timer.
The generosity of Percy's tone catches Del completely off
guard. Del gives him a look of almost comical mistrust...
...and the old Percy comes back. He bares his teeth in a
mock snarl and curls his fingers as if to grab Del. It's
a joke, but Del doesn't know that--he jerks back in fear
and trips over Brutal's big feet. Del goes down hard,
hitting the linoleum with the back of his head. Mr.
Jingles jumps clear, goes squeaking down the Mile. Del
sits up, painfully clutching his head. Brutal helps him
up...
BRUTAL
Percy, you shit.
...and moves him toward his cell. Percy is actually moved
to apologize--he starts after them with a half-laugh,
drifting much too close to Wild Bill's side of the Mile...
PERCY
Del! Hey, you numb wit, I didn't mean
nothin' by it! You all ri--
...and Wild Bill's arms thrust out, grabbing Percy and
slamming him back against the bars with an arm around his
throat. Percy squeals like a pig in a slaughter-chute,
thinking he's gonna die. The guards scramble, drawing
their clubs--as Billy strokes Percy's hair and whispers in
his ear:
BILLY
Ain't you sweet. Soft. Like a girl. I
druther fuck your asshole than your
sister's pussy, I think.
Billy kisses Percy's ear--and his hand drops down to
squeeze Percy's crotch. Paul pulls his sidearm, taking
aim...
PAUL
Wharton!
...and Billy lets go, stepping back with his hands raised,
laughing. Percy darts across the Mile in terror and
cringes against the cell opposite, breathing so loud and
fast it almost sounds like sobbing.
BILLY
I let 'im go, I'us just playin' and I
let 'im go! Never hurt a hair on his
purty head!
(grins at Percy)
Your noodle ain't limp at all,
loverboy! I think you sweet on ol'
Billy the Kid...
(sniffs his fingers)
...oooh, but smell you.
Down at his cell, Del starts laughing shrilly. Everybody
else starts to realize it, including Percy himself...he
looks down, sees the huge dark stain spreading at his
crotch.
DEL
Lookit, he done piss his pants! Look
what the big man done! He bus' other
people wid 'is stick, mais oui some
mauvais homme, but someone touch him,
he make water in his pants jus' like
a baby!
Percy just stares. Brutal shoves Delacroix into his cell.
BRUTAL
Shut up, Del.
Paul steps to Percy, puts a hand on his shoulder. Percy
shakes his hand off, looks around at their faces, whispers:
PERCY
You talk about this to anyone, I'll
get you all fired. I swear that to God.
PAUL
What happens on the Mile, stays on the
Mile. Always has.
The men nod solemnly. Nobody's going to talk about this.
Percy looks at Delacroix still snorting in his cell,
points at him.
PERCY
You keep laughing, you French-fried
faggot. You just keep laughing.
Del falls silent. Percy turns and storms away as we
FADE TO BLACK
IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:
"The Bad Death of Eduard Delacroix"
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34 -
The Mouse's Miracle
INT. DEL'S CELL - DAY
Paul is sitting with Delacroix. Brutal is leaning against
the bars. Del is throwing the spool. Mr. Jingles is
fetching it.
The silence is thick. Just the clack-clatter of the spool,
and the skitter skitter of tiny mouse paws on concrete.
It's getting on Paul's nerves in a big way. Softly:
PAUL
What about Dean? He's got a little boy
would love a pet mouse, I bet.
Del looks horrified at the thought.
DEL
How could a boy be trust wid Mr.
Jingles? Maybe forget to feed him. And
how he keep up wid his trainin', just
a boy, n'est-ce pas?
Del tosses the spool again--clack-clatter, skitter-skitter.
PAUL
All right, I'll take him.
DEL
T'ank you kindly, merci beaucoup, but
you live out in the woods, and Mr.
Jingles, he be scared to live out dans
la foret.
PAUL
He whisper that in your ear?
Del nods, tosses the spool again--clack-clatter, skitter
skitter. Paul is completely out of ideas. But then:
BRUTAL
How about Mouseville?
DEL
Mouseville?
BRUTAL
Tourist attraction down in Florida.
Tallahassee, I think. Is that right,
Paul? Tallahassee?
PAUL
(level)
Yeah, that's right. Tallahassee. Just
down the road apiece from the dog
university.
Brutal's mouth twitches, but he manages to keep a straight
face. He gives Paul a look--don't blow this.
BRUTAL
You think they'd take Mr. Jingles? You
think he's got the stuff?
PAUL
Might. He's pretty smart.
DEL
Hey! What dis Mouseville?
BRUTAL
Tourist attraction, I said. They got
this big tent you go into--
DEL
Like a cirque? You have to pay?
BRUTAL
You shittin' me? Course you pay. Dime
a piece, two cents for the kids. And
inside the tent there's this mouse
city made out of boxes and toilet
paper rolls...
Percy is drifting up the block, listening too, but
nobody's really paying him much mind.
BRUTAL
...plus they got the Mouseville All-
Star Circus. There's mice that swing
on trapeze, mice that roll barrels,
mice that stack coins...
DEL
Dat's it! Dat's da place for Mr.
Jingles! You gonna be a circus mouse
after all! Gonna live in a mouse city
down in Florida!
Del tosses the spool extra hard--it takes a bad bounce off
the wall and goes clattering through the bars onto the
Mile. The mouse goes after it like a shot, too intent to
notice:
His old enemy Percy.
BRUTAL
Percy, no!
Percy stomps the heel of his heavy work shoe down on Mr.
Jingles. There's a SOFT SNAP as the mouse's back breaks.
Del screams in horror and throws himself at the bars,
sobbing the mouse's name. Percy looks to Brutal and Paul,
smiles.
PERCY
Knew I'd get him sooner or later. Just
a matter of time, really.
He turns and strolls up the Mile, leaving Mr. Jingles
dying in a tiny pool of blood. Up at the duty desk, Dean
and Harry get up from a cribbage game, stunned and furious.
Percy strolls past, exits to the execution chamber. Del is
still screaming, all his pent-up terror and grief pouring
out at the dying mouse. And then comes a soft, urgent
voice:
COFFEY
Give'm to me.
They turn. Coffey's got his arms out through his bars, one
massive hand spread open.
COFFEY
Give'm to me. Might still be time.
Paul hesitates, scoops the mouse up off the floor, wincing
at the feel of it. Splintered bones are poking at the hide.
BRUTAL
What are you doing?
Paul doesn't answer, just lays Mr. Jingles into Coffey's
hand. Coffey pulls the mouse in through his bars and lays
his other hand gently over it, cupping the creature. All
we see now is the tail hanging out the side, twitching
weakly.
BRUTAL
Paul, what the hell--
Paul motions him quiet. Del is pleading softly at his bars:
DEL
Please, John. Oh Johnny, help him,
please help him, s'il vous plait.
Harry and Dean join the group. Everybody watching now.
Coffey puts his mouth to his cupped hands, inhales
sharply. The world hangs suspended for a moment. Coffey
raises his face, contorting as if desperately ill, starts
making those horrendous choking sounds in his throat...
BRUTAL
(softly)
Oh, dear Jesus. The tail. Look at the
tail.
They do. The tail is no longer weak and dying. It's
snapping briskly back and forth, as if ready to play.
Coffey makes that retching/gagging sound...and again
exhales a cloud of swirling black "insects" from his nose
and mouth. The men watch, speechless, as the bugs turn
white and disappear.
Coffey bends down, opens his hand. Mr. Jingles bounds off
his fingers through the bars, racing past the guards'
feet. They turn to see Del gather the mouse up, laughing
and crying. Dean turns back to Coffey with a stunned
whisper:
DEAN
What did you do?
COFFEY
I helped Del's mouse. He a circus
mouse. Goan live in a mouse city down
in...down in...
BRUTAL
(numb)
Florida?
Coffey nods, remembering.
COFFEY
Boss Percy's bad. He mean. He step on
Del's mouse.
(softly)
I took it back, though.
And with that, he lies back on his bunk and faces the
wall. The others look to Paul, don't even know what to say.
PAUL
Brute, come along with me.
(to Harry and Dean)
You fellas go on back to you cribbage
game.
Harry nods numbly. Paul leads Brutal up the Mile...
EXECUTION CHAMBER
...and they enter to find Percy polishing Old Sparky's
arms.
PERCY
Don't start in on me. It was just a
mouse. Never belonged here in the
first place.
PAUL
The mouse is fine. Just fine. You're
no better at mouse-killing than
anything else around here.
PERCY
You expect me to believe that? I heard
the goddamn thing crunch.
Paul steps closer, angry as we've ever seen him:
PAUL
Aren't you glad Mr. Jingles is okay?
After all our talks about how we
should keep the prisoners calm? Aren't
you relieved?
PERCY
What kind of game is this?
PAUL
No game. See for yourself.
Beat. Percy stalks past them, heads out onto the Mile.
Paul and Brutal just wait, saying nothing. Brutal picks up
the rag left by Percy, resumes polishing chores on Old
Sparky. Paul stretches, cracks his neck. The silence
heavy...
...until Percy reappears.
PERCY
You switched them! You switched them
somehow, you bastards!
BRUTAL
I always keep a spare mouse in my
wallet for occasions such as this.
PERCY
You're playing with me, the both of
you! Just who the hell do you think
you are--
Brutal grabs him , slams him bodily into the electric
chair. Paul bends close, gets right in Percy's face.
PAUL
We're the people you work with, Percy,
but not for long. I want your word.
PERCY
My word?
PAUL
I put you out front for Del, you put
in your transfer to Briar Ridge the
very next day.
PERCY
What if I just call up certain people
and tell them you're harassing me?
Bullying me?
PAUL
Go ahead. I promise you'll leave your
share of blood on the floor.
PERCY
Over a mouse? You think anyone's gonna
give two shits?
PAUL
No. But four men will swear you stood
by while Wild Bill tried to strangle
Dean to death. About that people will
care, Percy. Even your uncle the
governor will care.
BRUTAL
Thing like that goes in your work
record. Work record can follow a man
around a long, long time.
Percy looks from one man to another, knowing he's trapped.
PAUL
I put you out front, you put in your
transfer. That's the deal.
Percy thinks it over, nods. He tries to get up, but Paul
keep him pinned...and pointedly offer his hand.
PAUL
You make a promise to a man, you shake
his hand.
Percy hesitates, shakes Paul's hand...
HIGH WIDE ANGLE OF EXECUTION CHAMBER
...and Paul pulls him out of the electric chair as we
DISSOLVE TO:
SAME ANGLE AS ABOVE - NEXT NIGHT
Witnesses are trickling in, filling the seats. A storm is
brewing, sending FLASHES OF LIGHTNING across the floors.
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35 -
The Fiery Mile
INT. DEL'S CELL - NIGHT
Del sits with Mr. Jingles in his lap, stroking the mouse
between the ears. Paul, Brutal, and Harry appear at the
bars.
DEL
Hey, boys. Say hi, Mr. Jingles.
PAUL
Eduard Delacroix, will you step
forward?
DEL
Boss Edgecomb?
PAUL
Yes, Del?
DEL
Don' let nothin' happen to Mr.
Jingles, okay?
Paul nods--I promise. Del rises, steps to Paul.
DEL
Here, take him.
Del lifts his hand. Mr. Jingles steps off onto Paul's
shoulder with no hesitation. Gently:
PAUL
Del. I can't have a mouse on my
shoulder while...you know.
COFFEY
I'll take him, boss. Jus' for now. If
Del don' mind.
DEL
Yeah, you take 'im, John. Take him
til' dis foolishment done--bien!
(to Paul and Brutal)
After, you take him down to Florida?
To dat Mouseville?
BRUTAL
We'll do it together, most likely.
Maybe take a little vacation time.
Paul moves to Coffey's cell. The mouse skitters off Paul's
shoulder onto Coffey's hand.
DEL
People pay a dime apiece to see him.
Two cents for the kiddies. Ain't dat
right, Boss Howell?
BRUTAL
That's right, Del.
DEL
You a good man, Boss Howell. You too,
Boss Edgecomb. Wish I could'a met you
bot' someplace else.
Del gives Mr. Jingles one last look, starts to cry.
DEL
Au revoir, mon ami. Je t'aime, mon
petit.
And they start to walk the Mile...
EXECUTION CHAMBER
Sweltering in the damp heat. Rain is pissing down,
drumming the tin roof. People glance up uneasily as
THUNDER BOOMS. A FAT LADY is staring grimly at the
electric chair.
FAT LADY
Hope he's good and scared. Hope he
knows the fires are stoked, and that
Satan's imps are waiting.
ANGLE ON DOOR
Del enters, horrified to see Percy waiting at Old Sparky.
Paul gives Del's arm a reassuring squeeze, leads him
forward...
IN A TIGHT SERIES OF SHOTS:
The clamps are applied. The straps are drawn tight.
PERCY
Roll on one.
The lights brighten on a RISING HUM. Witnesses look up.
ON THE MILE
Coffey looks up as the overheads flare hotter and hotter,
whispers to the mouse in his hands:
COFFEY
You be still, Mr. Jingles. You be so
quiet and so still.
RESUME EXECUTION CHAMBER
PERCY
Eduard Delacroix, you have 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?
Del tries to speak. Doesn't quite manage the first time.
Licks his lips and tries again.
DEL
I sorry for what I do. I give anything
to take it back, but I can't. God have
mercy on me.
(whispers to Paul)
Don' forget 'bout Mouseville.
Paul and Brutal nod--and are stunned as:
PERCY
No such place. That's just a fairy
tale these guys told you to keep you
quiet. Just thought you should know,
faggot.
The stricken look in Del's eyes tells us a part of him had
known all along. Paul and Brutal would both like to deck
Percy right about now, and he knows it--he gives them a
"what are you gonna do about it" smile.
Nothing they can do. Paul nods to Harry, who takes the
black mask from the back of the chair and rolls it down
over Del's head, leaving the top of his shaved head
exposed.
PERCY
takes the sponge and bends down to the bucket of brine.
The other don't see it, but we do:
Percy only pretends to dip the sponge and soak it. It
never touches the water. He straightens up and places the
sponge atop Delacroix's head, hiding it with his hands.
The cap is lowered. Paul and the others haven't yet
realized what's happened. THUNDER BOOMS and LIGHTNING
CRASHES as Percy hides a smile, steps back to address the
condemned:
PERCY
Electricity shall now be passed
through your body until you are dead,
in accordance with state law. God have
mercy on your soul.
TIGHT ON PAUL
as realization starts to dawn. He stares at the bucket,
then across the floor to Delacroix, coming to terms with
the evidence of his eyes--there's no water on the floor or
dripping down the sides of Del's neck.
Paul's eyes widen. A stunned beat of horror. He starts to
open his mouth to scream "NO!", but Percy beats him to it
with:
PERCY
Roll on two.
Van Hay flicks the switch. WHAM. The electricity hits home
and Del rocks forward, riding the current.
Then things start to go horribly wrong.
The HUMMING loses its steadiness and starts to waver with
a CRACKLING SOUND. Tendrils of smoke begin curling from
under the cap, a mixture of burning hair and sponge.
Brutal shoots Paul a horrified look. Paul responds with a
harsh whisper:
PAUL
It's dry!
Delacroix begins twisting and jittering in the chair, his
masked face snapping violently from side to side, his legs
pistoning up and down in his restraints.
There's a MUFFLED POP from under the cap, like a pine knot
exploding in a hot fire. Smoke starts coming through the
fabric of the mask, puffing upward. Del is being cooked
alive. Paul spins to the partition, hollering--
PAUL
Jack!
--but Brutal grabs his arm, whispers fiercely:
BRUTAL
Don't you tell him to stop. Don't you
do it. It's too late for that.
Paul turns back, helpless. The other guards are trading
wild looks, unable to believe what's happening. Even Percy
looks aghast--he was expecting something, but not this.
Del begins SCREAMING--the wild, hysterical sound of an
animal being shredded alive in a hay baler. The HUMMING
goes uneven and ragged, the lights rising and falling...
ON THE MILE
...as Del's screams rise and fall with them, echoing up
the corridor. Coffey's shaking and screaming too, as if
feeling Del's pain. Mr. Jingles squirms out of his grasp
and goes squeaking in terror toward the restraint room
door...
BILLY
HE'S COOKIN' NOW! THEY COOKIN' HIM
GOOD! NEAR ABOUT DONE, I RECKON!
RESUME EXECUTION CHAMBER
Wrong. Del's nowhere near about done. He's slamming back
and forth in the chair hard enough to shake the platform,
twisting hard against the leather restraints. We hear
BONES BREAKING. A WOMAN'S SCREAMS. Witnesses start rising
to their feet:
WITNESSES
What the hell's happening to
him?...Are those clamps going to
hold?...Christ, the smell!...Is this
normal?
The mask bursts into flame on Delacroix's face. Van Hay
hollers through the wire mesh, horrified:
VAN HAY
Should i kill the juice?
PAUL
No! roll, for christ's sake, roll!
Harry scoops up the bucket of water to throw it.
PAUL
No water! No water! You crazy?
Harry backs off with a look of dazed understanding--you
don't throw water on a man getting juiced. Right. He drops
the bucket, races to get the chemical fire extinguisher
instead.
The flaming mask peels away, revealing Del's charring
face. His eyeballs are misshapen globs of burning white
jelly blown out of their sockets. The ATTENDING DOCTOR
faints dead away.
Pandemonium now in the room. People shouting and hurrying
to exit, chairs falling over, women screaming:
FAT LADY
Stop it, stop it, oh can't you see
he's had enough?
Hal grabs Paul by the shoulder, spins him around.
HAL
Why don't you shut it down?
PAUL
He's still alive! You want me to shut
down while he's still alive?
Hal is horrified at the thought. Del is jittering and
screaming, rocking from side to side, smoke pouring from
his nostrils and mouth, his tongue sizzling purple-black.
The witnesses are crowding and shoving to get out, but the
back door is locked. All they can do is cluster there.
Paul sees Percy with his head turned away. He grabs him,
forces his head around.
PAUL
You watch, you son of a bitch!
Harry steps up, the extinguisher in his hands. Waiting.
Del finally slumps over.
He still vibrating, but now it's just the effect of
current flowing through his body.
PAUL
Kill it!
Van Hay kills the current. The HUMMING DIES. Brutal grabs
the extinguisher from Harry, shoves it into Percy's hands.
BRUTAL
You do it. You're running the show,
ain't you?
Percy, sick and dazed, aims the extinguisher and hoses the
smoking corpse. Hal is near the back, calming the crowd:
HAL
It's all right, folks, it's all under
control. Just a power surge from the
storm, that's all, nothing to worry
about...
PAUL
Dean, get doc's stethoscope.
Dean drops to the doctor's bag, digs through it, hands up
the stethoscope. Paul plugs them into his ears. People are
moaning and sobbing at the back of the room:
MAN
Oh my God! Is it always like this? Why
didn't somebody tell me? I never would
have come!
Paul wipes some foam away from Delacroix's chest, places
the stethoscope pad to the raw flesh. He nods to Brutal--
it's over.
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36 -
The Sponge and the Transfer
INT. ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT
Paul and the others bring the stretcher down, lay the
corpse on the gurney. Percy starts stammering excuses:
PERCY
I didn't know the sponge was supposed
to be wet--
Brutal hauls off and slugs him. A scuffle ensues as the
others grab Brutal and pull him off.
PAUL
Brutal, no!
BRUTAL
What do you mean, no? How can you say
no? You saw what he did!
PAUL
Delacroix's dead, nothing can change
that, and Percy's not worth it!
BRUTAL
So he just gets away with it? Is that
how it works?
Hal comes lunging down the stairs, furious:
HAL
What the fuck was that? Jesus Christ,
three witnesses puked all over the
floor up there! And the smell! I got
Van Hay to open both doors, but that
smell won't come out for five damn
years, that's what I'm betting! And
that asshole Wharton is singing about
it! I can hear him!
PAUL
(quietly)
Can he carry a tune, Hal?
This pulls the plug on the moment--Hal snorts, triggering
laughter among the men, a wild release of tension and
fear. Everybody starts feeling a bit saner again as it
dies down:
HAL
Okay, boys. Okay. Now what the hell
happened?
All eyes go to Percy. Hal turns, sees Percy's bloody lip.
HAL
Percy? Something to say?
PERCY
I didn't know the sponge was supposed
to be wet.
HAL
How many years you spend pissing on
the toilet seat before somebody told
you to put it up?
PAUL
Percy fucked up, Hal. Pure and simple.
HAL
Is that your official position?
PAUL
Don't you think it should be?
Hal considers it, nods.
PAUL
He'll be putting in a transfer request
to Briar Ridge tomorrow. Moving on to
bigger and better things. Isn't that
right, Percy?
Percy nods. Hal steps close, gives him a tight, icy smile.
HAL
You're a little asshole, and I don't
like you a bit.
(off Percy's look)
Have that transfer request on my desk
first thing.
Hal heads back up the stairs. Brutal shoves Percy aside
and wheels Delacroix's body down the tunnel.
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37 -
Grief and Exhaustion on the Mile
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
Paul returns to find Wild Bill making up a song in his
cell:
BILLY
(singing)
Barbecue! Me and you! Stinky, pinky,
phew-phew-phew! Weren't Billy or Jilly
or Hilly or Roy--it was a French-fried
faggot named Delacroix!
PAUL
You're about ten seconds away from
spending the rest of your life in the
padded room.
Billy falls silent. Paul continues down the Mile to
Coffey's cell. Coffey's on his bunk, face streaked with
tears. He wipes his eyes with the heels of his hands like
an exhausted child.
COFFEY
Poor Del. Poor old Del.
PAUL
Yes. Poor old Del. John, are you okay?
COFFEY
I could feel it from here.
PAUL
What do you mean? You could hear it?
Is that what you mean?
COFFEY
He's out of it now, though. He's the
lucky one. No matter how it happened,
Del's the lucky one.
Paul realizes he won't get a coherent answer.
PAUL
Where's Mr. Jingles?
COFFEY
(points vaguely)
Ran down there. Don't think he'll be
back.
(beat)
Awful tired now, boss. Dog tired.
Coffey lays down, turns to face the wall.
PAUL
Me too, John. Me too.
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38 -
Comfort and Sorrow
INT. PAUL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Paul enters in darkness, hangs his hat. He drifts into the
kitchen, clicks on the radio. SOFT MUSIC BEGINS: Gene
Austin singing "Did You Ever See A Dream Walking?"
He pours a drink at the kitchen table, takes a sip, lays
the glass down. Jan sleepily appears from the darkness
behind him, entering the kitchen. He realizes she's there,
glances back.
She can sense the weight on his soul. She comes to him,
folds his head into her arms. They stand that way, he
drawing strength and she giving it, as the music plays
on...
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SEQUENCE WITH MUSIC:
INT. CHURCH - MORNING
CAMERA TRACKS the pews to find Paul and Jan seated
together in the congregation, voices raised in hymn...
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - MORNING
Paul's Model T comes sputtering up the road. He and Jan
are taking a drive, still in their Sunday best...
EXT. HAL'S HOUSE - MORNING
Paul and Jan wait at the front door. Jan holds a baking
dish.
PAUL
I hate this.
JAN
I know.
The door opens. Hal, looking tired, ushers them inside...
EXT. BACKYARD - MORNING
...and they walk outside to find MELINDA MOORES sitting in
the sun, frail and wasted, a blanket on her knees. She'd
be beautiful if not for the cancer killing her.
Paul is shocked at her appearance, hides it as best as he
can. Jan covers this for him--she drops to Melinda's side
with a warm smile and a kiss, takes the woman's frail
hands in hers.
Paul catches Jan's eye. The look he gives her says it all--
I don't know what I'd do without you...
DISSOLVE:
...and we find Paul and Hal talking quietly over beers
while the women visit b.g.:
HAL
She's having one of her good days. I
thank God for that.
PAUL
What a bad day?
HAL
(beat)
Sometimes she's...not herself anymore.
She swears.
PAUL
Swears.
HAL
It just pops out, the 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...and to hear her say them in her
sweet voice...
(gazes off)
I'm glad she's having a good day,
Paul. I'm glad for you and Jan.
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39 -
Brooding Confession
INT. PAUL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Paul is wide awake, staring at the dark. Jan can sense him
brooding. She rolls over sleepily.
JAN
Honey? If you don't say what's on your
mind, I'm afraid I'll have to smother
you with a pillow.
PAUL
I'm thinking I love you. I'm thinking
I don't know what I'd do if you were
gone.
JAN
Oh.
PAUL
(beat)
I'm also thinking I'd like to have the
boys over tomorrow.
Off Jan's look, we
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40 -
The Miracle and the Risk
INT. DINING ROOM - DAY
Brutal, Harry, and Dean are seated at the table with Paul
and Jan. Serving plates are being passes, everybody
digging in:
THE MEN
(various, ad-lib)
Ma'am, you sure know how to fry up
some fine chicken...Brutal, don't hog
the taters now...Try that corn yet?
It's something special...
Paul softly interjects:
PAUL
You saw what he did with the mouse.
This stops everybody cold. Dean puts his chicken down,
wipes his hands. Looks are traded in the silence.
BRUTAL
I could'a gone the rest of the day
without you bringing that up.
DEAN
I could'a gone the rest of the year.
PAUL
He did it to me too. He put his hands
on me and took my bladder infection
away.
The men absorb this. Brutal glances to Jan.
JAN
When he came home, he was...all better.
DEAN
You're talking about an authentic
healing. A praise-Jesus miracle.
PAUL
I am.
BRUTAL
If you say it, I accept it. But what's
it got to do with us?
Jan looks to Paul, realization starting to dawn:
JAN
Melinda? Oh, Paul...
BRUTAL
Melinda? Melinda Moores?
Paul nods--that's who we're talking about.
JAN
You really think you can help her?
PAUL
It's not a bladder infection, or even
a busted-up mouse. But there might be
a chance.
HARRY
Hold on now. You're talking about our
jobs. Sneak a sick woman onto a
cellblock?
PAUL
Hal would never allow that. You know
him, he wouldn't believe something
unless it fell on him.
BRUTAL
So you're talking about taking John
Coffey to her. That's more than just
our jobs, Paul.
DEAN
Damn right. That's prison time if we
get caught.
HARRY
Let's not discuss this like it's even
an option. Brutal, help me out here...
Brutal lets out a deep breath, considering. He looks to
Paul.
BRUTAL
I'm sure she's a fine woman...
JAN
The finest.
PAUL
What's happening to her is an offense,
Brutal. To the eyes and the ears and
the heart.
BRUTAL
I have no doubt. But we don't know her
like you and Jan do...do we?
PAUL
That's why it's a lot to ask.
HARRY
It is. Let's not forget Coffey's a
murderer. What if he escapes? I'd hate
losing my job or going to prison, but
I'd hate having a dead child on my
conscience even more.
PAUL
I don't think that'll happen...
(beat, softly)
...in fact, I don't think he did it at
all.
The men are stunned by this. Off their looks:
PAUL
I just can't see God putting a gift
like that in the hands of a man who
would kill a child.
DEAN
Well, that's a tender notion, but the
man's on death row for the crime.
Plus, he's huge. If he tried to get
away, it'd take a lot of bullets to
stop him.
BRUTAL
We'd all have shotguns in addition to
sidearms. I'd insist on that.
(to Paul)
He tried anything, we'd have to take
him down. You understand.
PAUL
I understand.
BRUTAL
(beat)
So. Tell us what you had in mind.
FADE TO BLACK
IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:
"Night Journey"
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41 -
Night Moves
INT. INFIRMARY BUILDING/DISPENSARY - NIGHT
A FLASHLIGHT BEAM plays across a glass cabinet, scanning
the contents. The beam pauses. A hand enters frame,
unlocks the cabinet, pulls out a bottle of morphine
tablets...
...and WE ANGLE TO Brutal as he shakes half a dozen pills
onto his palm, pockets them, replaces the bottle on the
shelf. He turns and slips five bucks to a NIGHTSHIFT
ORDERLY.
BRUTAL
I was never here.
ORDERLY
Shit, for five bucks, you was never
nowhere.
INT. E BLOCK ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT
A MORPHINE PILL is being crushed to powder on the
stainless steel gurney. TILT UP to Paul crushing the
pills. Brutal carefully scrapes the powder onto a small
sheet of paper...
INT. PAUL'S INNER OFFICE - NIGHT
Percy is parked in Paul's chair with his feet up, reading
a book titled: "CARING FOR MENTAL PATIENTS."
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42 -
The Drugged Cola
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
Harry and Dean are playing cards at the duty desk, tension
thick, cards slapping softly as the seconds tick by. Paul
and Brutal finally show up toting bottles of RC cola:
BRUTAL
Fellas thirsty? Fresh out of the
icebox.
DEAN
Oh, thanks. That's swell.
HARRY
Yeah, hot in here.
They begin popping the caps off, swigging cola. The sound
of it brings Billy to his bars.
BILLY
Hey. Hey, I'm'a get some too.
BRUTAL
My ass you get some too.
PAUL
You think you deserve any?
HARRY
(checks a clipboard)
Day report says he's been okay.
BILLY
Hell, yes, I been behaved. C'mon, now,
don't be stingy hogs.
Paul shrugs to Brutal--why not? Brutal pops the top off a
bottle, passes it to Paul. Paul grabs a tin cup, sets it
on the desk...and we see it contains the morphine powder.
He pours the cola, swirls it around...
ANGLE THROUGH COFFEY'S BARS
...as Coffey looks up, sensing something happening. He
peers up the Mile as Paul walks to:
BILLY'S CELL
Billy reaches for the cup, but Paul keeps it out of reach.
PAUL
You gonna stay behaved?
BILLY
C'mon, you clunk, gimme that.
PAUL
You promise me, or I'll drink it
myself right here in front of you.
BILLY
C'mon now, don't be that way. I be
good.
Paul lets him take the cup. Billy knocks it back, draining
it in three huge swallows. He lets out an awesome belch.
PAUL
Cup.
BILLY
We'll break out the fire hose and take
it anyway. And you will have drunk
your last R.C. cola. Unless they serve
'em down in hell.
Billy's smile fades. He hands the cup through the bars.
Paul takes it, turns and heads back to--
THE DUTY DESK
--where Brutal, Harry, and Dean have been watching the
entire exchange with their hearts in their throats...
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...and we find Billy staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling.
He keels over on his bunk. ANGLE to Paul and Brutal
stepping to the bars with Harry and Dean.
PAUL
Anybody wants to back out, now's the
time. After this, there's no turning
back.
(off their looks)
So? We gonna do this?
A voice comes softly from down the way:
COFFEY
Sure. I'd like to take a ride.
Their heads come slowly around, staring at Coffey in shock.
BRUTAL
(to Paul)
Guess were all in.
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43 -
Payback and a Straitjacket
INT. PAUL'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Percy looks up from his book as the door opens. Paul
enters with Brutal and Harry, ominously hemming the desk.
PERCY
What is this?
Paul pulls the canvas straitjacket from behind his back.
PAUL
Payback.
Percy jumps up and tries to the execution chamber, but
Harry grabs him, spins him back. A wild scuffle ensues as:
PERCY
Let go of me! Let go!
PAUL
Settle down, Percy!
Percy tries to jerk away, crashes into the desk. The book
he was reading falls to the floor--
--and a "Tijuana Bible" is revealed within the pages. It's
a pornographic cartoon book of the type popular in the
'30's, featuring crude drawings of famous cartoon
characters or movie stars engaged in outlandish sexual
acts. This one has Olive Oyl getting it doggy-style from
Popeye. The word balloon over his head features his famous
laugh: "Uk-uk-uk-uk!"
BRUTAL
Oooo, Poicy! What would your mother
say?
PERCY
Let go, you ignoramus! I know people!
Big people!
PAUL
So you've said. C'mon, stick out your
arms like a good boy.
PERCY
I won't. And you can't make me.
BRUTAL
You're dead wrong about that, you know.
Brutal grabs Percy by the ears, twisting hard. Percy lets
out a shriek--not just of pain, but a dismayed
understanding that he's not going to bluster his way out
of this one.
BRUTAL
You gonna put your arms up? I'll rip
your ears off. Use 'em for tea
caddies. You know I will.
PAUL
The man's ripping your ears off,
Percy. I'd do as he says.
Percy jerks his arms up before him. They get the
straitjacket on him within seconds. Percy turns to Paul on
the verge of tears. Softly:
PERCY
Please, Paul. Don't put me in with
Wild Bill. Please.
PAUL
You would think that.
Paul gives him a hard, angry shove...
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44 -
The Night Ride Prepares
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
...and they bring him down the Mile to the restraint room
door. Brutal takes Percy's holster and baton.
BRUTAL
You'll get 'em back, don't worry.
PERCY
That's more than I can say about your
jobs. All your jobs! You can't do this
to me! You can't!
Paul steps forward with a roll of strapping tape.
PAUL
Let you in on a little secret. We can
and we are.
He slaps the tape over Percy's mouth and shoves him back
into the restraint room. Percy stands breathing heavily
through his nose, making muffled mmmmph-mmmph! sounds
under the tape.
PAUL
You're going to have a few hours of
quiet time now, so you can reflect on
what you did to Del.
BRUTAL
(grins)
If you get lonely, think about Olive
Oyl...
(thrusting his hips)
...uk-uk-uk-uk!
And they slam the door, shutting Percy into darkness.
A WALL-MOUNTED GUN SAFE
is unlocked, shotguns pulled out. The men load up, heading
down the Mile as:
PAUL
One more time--what do you say if
somebody comes by?
DEAN
Coffey got upset, so we put him in the
restraint room. They hear any noise,
they'll think it's him.
They come to Coffey's cell.
COFFEY
We goan for the ride now?
PAUL
That's right.
The cell is unlocked. Coffey emerges. Paul motions them
along, still grilling Dean:
PAUL
What about us?
DEAN
You're over in Admin, going over Del's
file. Brutal and Harry are in the
laundry doing their wash--
A skinny white arm suddenly shoots out from Wild Bill's
cell and grabs Coffey by the wrist. The men gasp, shocked
to see Billy on his feet, grinning and weaving like a
punch-drunk.
Coffey's reaction is beyond simple surprise; he's actually
trembling at Billy's touch as if some electrical circuit
were engaged. His eyes are wide and horrified, as if he'd
just put his hand in a basket full of snakes.
He tries to pull away, but Billy has him tight, that
mysterious circuit blazing.
BILLY
(slurring wildly)
Where you fink you're goin'?
Coffey responds softly, with utmost horror:
COFFEY
You're a bad man.
BILLY
S'right, nigger. Bad as you'd want.
Paul plucks Billy's hand off Coffey's arm--and Coffey
flinches back as the circuit is broken.
BILLY
Whooeee. Whole room's spinning. Like
I'm shit-ass drunk. I have me some
shine or what?
He turns and staggers back to his bunk, muttering all the
way:
BILLY
Niggers oughtta have they own 'lectric
chair. White man oughtn't havta sit in
no nigger 'lectric chair, nossir...
He goes face-first onto his bunk. Coffey is still staring.
COFFEY
He's a bad man.
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45 -
Old Sparky's Haunting
INT. EXECUTION CHAMBER - NIGHT
Coffey is brought in...and freezes in horror at the sight
of Old Sparky. A whisper:
COFFEY
They're still in there. Pieces of
them, still in there. I hear them
screaming.
All eyes go to the electric chair. It sits shrouded in
shadow like an ominous throne. Never before has this place
felt so haunted to the men. It makes the hairs on the neck
stand up.
PAUL
John, come along! Right now, y'hear?
C'mon! Toward that door!
Coffey finally responds, pulling away...
INT. E BLOCK ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT
...and they come down the steps. They realize Coffey will
have to stoop all the way down the tunnel. Paul pats the
gurney.
PAUL
Lie down on this.
(off Coffey's look)
It'll be easier for you and no harder
for us.
Coffey eases carefully onto the gurney, lying on his back.
His knees hang over the edge and his toes touch the
ground, but it works. They push him along, traversing the
pools of light.
Coffey actually starts to smile. He reaches out his arms,
fingertips touching the tunnel walls as they go by.
COFFEY
Say. This is fun.
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46 -
Starlight Escape
EXT. PRISON WALL - NIGHT
A massive iron door SQUEALS open onto a little-used fenced
enclosure. Paul and the others bring Coffey up from the
tunnel below, emerging into the night. Coffey's breath
catches as he gazes wondrously up at the stars, pointing:
COFFEY
Look, boss! It's Cassie, the lady in
the rocking chair!
PAUL
Shhh. John, you have to be quiet now.
COFFEY
(whispering)
You see her? You see the lady?
BRUTAL
We see her, John.
Harry goes first, hugging the shadows as he pulls his keys
to unlock the gate...
WIDE SHOT OF PRISON
...while TOWER GUARDS huddle in their enclosure atop the
walls. An occasional SPOTLIGHT cuts the darkness.
FIREFLIES dance in the fields and trees as far as the eye
can see.
Four dark figures detach from the shadows, hurrying across
the lonely country road into the fields on the far side...
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47 -
The Firefly Beacon
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Coffey's hand scoops up some fallen leaves. TILT UP to his
face as he crunches them under his nose, inhaling their
smell.
He see the guards throwing him anxious looks. He misreads
this, holds out his hand so they can smell too. They do
it, just to make him happy.
PAUL
C'mon, big boy, keep moving.
A FEW FIREFLIES come winking through frame as the group
presses on...
ANOTHER AREA/WOODS
The trees are growing sparser, opening onto fields. MORE
FIREFLIES are flitting into view, trailing in their wake...
BRUTAL
How far is it?
HARRY
Just up ahead...
Harry brings them to a thicket of trees. They start
removing branches and boughs, uncovering a battered old
FARMALL TRUCK hidden in the brush.
The men pause. Even more fireflies are swirling around
them, growing in number. It's getting downright weird.
Coffey laughs softly, drawing their attention. A childlike
smile has utterly transformed his face. He raises his
hand, letting a firefly weave playfully in and out of his
fingers.
COFFEY
Hey there, little firefly. Where's
Mrs. Firefly this evening?
Another firefly joins the first, both now dancing and
blinking around his fingers. Coffey laughs again.
COFFEY
Oh, there you is. You come out to play
too?
The men stand gaping. The fireflies are flitting to Coffey
as if to a beacon. He waves his hands slowly, fireflies
blinking and trailing from his fingertips like magic dust.
They begin orbiting his shiny bald head like tiny glowing
planet orbiting a sun, their light kicking a mellow sheen
off his ebony skin. Coffey's eyes meet Paul's.
PAUL
They seem...drawn to you.
COFFEY
I love 'em, is why. They don't think
no hurtful thoughts. They's just happy
to be. Happy little lightning bugs...
The men don't know whether to be enchanted or terrified.
Harry gives Paul a look--can we go? Please?
PAUL
C'mon, big boy. Upsy-daisy.
Coffey clambers up on the stakebed. Paul and Brutal join
him. Harry gets in behind the wheel, jabs the starter
button...
ON THE STAKEBED
...while Coffey sits with his back to the cab.
PAUL
John? Do you know where we're taking
you?
COFFEY
Help a lady?
PAUL
That's right. Help a lady. But how did
you know?
COFFEY
Dunno. Tell the truth, boss, I don't
know much'a anything. Never have.
The truck pulls out. Coffey waves as the fireflies get
left behind, dwindling away like stars.
COFFEY
Bye, fireflies. Bye.
WIDE ANGLE OF COUNTRYSIDE
The truck rumbles from the fields onto a dirt road,
countless fireflies swirling in its wake...
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48 -
The Midnight Confrontation
EXT. MOORES HOUSE - NIGHT
Headlights come over the rise. The truck appears, rumbling
down toward the house. The world is isolated and still.
IN THE TRUCK CAB
Harry stops and cuts the engine, leaving the headlights
on. Silence now, save for the trilling of crickets.
IN THE STAKEBED
Paul and Brutal both look terrified now that they're
actually here. An urgent whisper:
BRUTAL
We can still turn back.
Paul hesitates, wanting to do just that, but:
COFFEY
Boss, look. Someone's up.
Lights are coming on inside the house. Coffey rises and
steps down from the truck, pulling Paul along. Brutal
follows them.
BRUTAL
This is a mistake. Christ, Paul, what
were we thinking?
PAUL
Too late now. Harry, keep John here
until we call you.
Paul and Brutal walk to the front door as the lights
inside the house keep clicking on.
The last one finally comes on over the stoop, the front
door opens a crack...and the twin barrels of a shotgun
poke out into the night.
HAL
Who the hell goes there at two-thirty
in the goddamn morning?
PAUL
Hal, it's us! It's Paul and Brutal--
it's us!
The door swings wider, revealing Hal's face gaunt and
haggard in the yellow porch light, stunned to see them:
HAL
Paul, what are you doing here at this
hour? Jesus, it's not a lockdown, is
it? Or a riot?
PAUL
Hal, God's sakes, take your finger off
the trigger...
Hal doesn't, aiming past them at the truck in the yard.
HAL
Are you hostages? Who's out there?
Who's by that truck?
Coffey steps into the glare of headlights with Harry
tugging on his arm, trying to hold him back. Hal cocks
both hammers.
HAL
John Coffey! Halt! Halt right there or
I shoot!
His aim wavers as a woman's voice comes from upstairs:
MELINDA (O.S.)
Hal? Who are you talking to, you
fucking cocksucker?
A frozen moment. Hal mortified. Paul gives him a look--is
that Melinda?
Hal's shotgun shifts back to Coffey--but Paul steps in
front of the muzzle.
PAUL
No one's hurt. We're here to help.
HAL
Help what? I don't understand. Is this
a prison break?
PAUL
I can't explain what it is. You just
have to trust me.
Coffey comes up the steps, brushes Paul aside, stops
before the warden. Hal blinks, his thoughts suddenly
fuzzy--it's that benign hypnotic effect Coffey has.
HAL
What do you...want?
MELINDA
Hal! Make them go away! No salesmen in
the middle of the night! No Fuller
brushes! No French knickers with come
in the crotch! Tell them to take a
flying fuck in a rolling d...d...
We hear the sound of GLASS BREAKING, then she begins to
sob.
COFFEY
(a whisper)
Just to help. Just to help, boss,
that's all.
HAL
You can't. No one can.
Coffey pulls the shotgun gently from Hal's grasp, hands it
to Paul. Coffey moves past Hal into the house...
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49 -
The Healing Kiss
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
...and comes up the hallway toward the stairs.
HAL
Don't you go up there! Don't you do it!
COFFEY
Boss, you just be quiet now and let me
be.
Coffey mounts the stairs with the others at his heels,
heading up toward that quavering voice:
MELINDA (O.S.)
Stay out of here! Whoever you are,
just stay out! I'm not dressed for
visitors, you rat's asshole!
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Coffey enters, trailed by the others. Paul pauses,
horrified.
The woman propped in bed barely resembles Melinda Moores
anymore--she looks made up like a Halloween witch, her
livid skin hanging in a loose trail of wrinkles, one
corner of her mouth twisted. Yellowish bile stains her
chin and the front of her nightgown. Her hair has gone
white and straw-like, her eyes glowering at Coffey with
lively, irrational interest:
MELINDA
Oh, so big! Pull down your pants!
Let's have a look!
Hal groans with despair. Coffey just stands there for a
moment, watching her from a distance, then approaches the
bed...
MELINDA
Don't come near me, pigfucker.
...but as he draws closer, a change occurs. Her features
soften, her eyes become more sane and aware.
MELINDA
Why do you have so many scars? Who
hurt you so badly?
COFFEY
Don't hardly remember, ma'am.
Coffey sits on the edge of the bed. The lights seem to
flare hotter and brighter. Tears are forming in Melinda's
eyes.
MELINDA
What's your name?
COFFEY
John Coffey, ma'am. Like the drink,
only not spelt the same.
She lays back, staring at him with shining fascination.
The world seems to be slowing down, growing very still
indeed...
...and he starts bending slowly toward her.
COFFEY
Ma'am?
MELINDA
Yes, John Coffey?
COFFEY
I see it. I see it.
He comes closer...closer still...
COFFEY
You be still now. You be so quiet and
so still.
He brushes her forehead with his lips...the gentlest
whisper of a kiss...then moves his mouth down to hers. For
a moment we can see one of her eyes staring past him,
filling with an expression of surprise...
...and then her face is lost to view as Coffey puts his
lips on hers. We hear a soft whistling sound as he begins
inhaling the air deeply from her lungs. Something hot and
glowing starts passing between them, drawn on his breath...
The men watch. The house seems to shudder in that moment,
as if the entire world has shifted an inch to the right...
DOWNSTAIRS PARLOR
...and the grandfather clock stops ticking, the pendulum
stopping dead, the glass face cracking neatly up the
center...
BEDROOM
...and a windowpane cracks. Then another. A picture falls
off the wall. A lightbulb bursts, showering glass.
Paul smells smoke, realizes the fringed coverlet of the
bed has caught fire. Moving like a man in a dream, he
reaches for the waterglass on the nightstand, douses the
flames.
Coffey keeps kissing Melinda in that deep and mysterious
way, inhaling and inhaling, her hand held in his like a
tiny white bird. For a moment we actually hear something
screaming, as if some willful imp were being extracted by
force...
...and then it's over. Coffey raises his head, revealing:
Melinda's beautiful face. Her mouth no longer droops.
Color is coming back to her hair. Her skin is shining with
life.
Coffey regards her raptly for a moment or two, then starts
coughing violently.
He turns away and drops to his knees, hacking like a man
in the last stages of tuberculosis.
Paul and his men are expecting Coffey to spit out the
"bugs", but he doesn't--he just keeps coughing, deep and
hard, barely finding time to snatch in the next breath of
air.
Hal goes to his wife, beyond stunned, sits at her side.
She looks back at him with amazement, her face like a
dirty mirror that's been suddenly wiped clean.
John's coughing grows even worse. Brutal drops to his side
and slaps his broad, spasming back.
BRUTAL
John! Sick it up! Cough 'em out like
you done before!
Coffey just keeps retching, eyes watering from the strain,
spit flying from his mouth.
BRUTAL
He's choking! Whatever he sucked out
of her, he's choking on it!
Paul starts toward them. Coffey crawls away, pressing
himself into a corner with his face against the wallpaper.
He's still making gruesome deep hacking sounds, but
getting it under control. He weakly waves Paul off--let me
be.
Paul looks to the bed. Hal sits with Melinda, stroking her
brow. Color is blooming in her cheeks even as we watch.
MELINDA
How did I get here? We were going to
the hospital in Indianola, weren't we?
We stopped and you bought me a packet
of posies...
HAL
Shhh. It doesn't matter. It doesn't
matter anymore.
MELINDA
Did I have the X-ray? Did I
PAUL
Yes.
They both look at him.
PAUL
It was clear. There was no tumor.
Hal bursts into tears. Melinda sits up, comforting him.
Her eyes are drawn to the corner.
MELINDA
Who is that man?
Coffey is struggling to rise. Brutal does his best to help.
PAUL
John? Can you turn around? Can you
turn around and see this lady?
Coffey turns. His face is ashen gray, seriously ill.
MELINDA
What's your name?
COFFEY
John Coffey, ma'am.
MELINDA
Like the drink, only not spelled the
same.
COFFEY
No, ma'am. Not spelt the same at all.
She pushes the covers aside to rise. Hal tries to stop
her...
HAL
Melly, no...
...but she pushes his hand gently aside. Hal watches in
wonder as she stands, takes a first tentative step...and
walks to Coffey. She gazes up and touches his face.
MELINDA
I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were
wandering in the dark, and so was I.
We found each other. We found each
other in the dark.
She undoes her necklace, holds it up for him. He
hesitates, glances to Paul. Paul nods--it's all right.
Coffey lowers his head. Melinda affixes the delicate chain
around his neck.
MELINDA
It's St. Christopher. I want you to
have it, Mr. Coffey, and wear it.
He'll keep you safe. Please wear it
for me.
COFFEY
Thank you, ma'am.
MELINDA
Thank you, John.
Her arms go around his neck, hugging him tightly as if she
might never let go.
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50 -
Coffey's Last Journey
EXT. MOORES HOUSE - NIGHT
Paul and the men hustle Coffey out the front door toward
the truck, helping him as best they can. He's weak as a
baby, knees threatening to give out at any moment.
PAUL
C'mon, John, stay on your feet.
HARRY
Christ, he goes down, we'll need three
mules and a crane to pick him up
again...
They get Coffey to the truck and throw their backs into
it, helping him crawl up onto the stakebed. He rolls over
on his back. Harry hops up, covers him with an old
blanket. Brutal pulls aside, speaking low:
BRUTAL
He'll never sit in Old Sparky. You
know that, don't you?
(off Paul's look)
He swallowed that stuff for a reason.
I give him a few days. One of us'll be
doing a cell check and there he'll be.
Dead on his bunk.
PAUL
If that's his choice, he's earned it.
(beat)
Let's get him back on the Mile.
FADE TO BLACK
IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:
"Coffey on the Mile"
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51 -
Revelation and Retribution
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
Dean starts babbling with relief as they return:
DEAN
Am I glad to see you! You were gone so
long! Wild Bill's making noises like
he's gonna wake up...
(notices Coffey)
What the hell's wrong with him?
BRUTAL
He's hurting, Dean. Hurting bad.
Dean jumps in, helps them steer Coffey into his cell.
PAUL
John, we're gonna set you on your bunk
now. Ready?
Coffey nods, sits heavily on the bunk. He lowers his head,
breath rasping like a rusted hinge. The guards step out.
DEAN
What about Mrs. Moores? Was it like
the mouse? Was it a...you know...a
miracle?
PAUL
Yes. Yes it was.
Paul scans their faces. Smiles are traded. An exultant
beat.
HARRY
Damn. I think we got away with it.
BRUTAL
We still gotta convince a certain
somebody to keep his trap shut.
PAUL
Get his stuff.
Dean hurries off to retrieve Percy's holster and baton.
Brutal unlocks the restraint room door, swings it open.
Percy is revealed sitting against the wall, glaring, his
mouth still taped. Paul crouches down. Brutal joins him.
PAUL
I want to talk, not shout. I take the
tape off, you gonna be calm.
Percy nods. Paul takes hold of the tape, preparing to yank.
BRUTAL
My mother always said if you do it
fast, it won't hurt so much.
Paul rips the tape off. Percy's eyes water with pain.
BRUTAL
I guess she was wrong.
PERCY
Get me out of this nut-coat.
PAUL
In a minute.
PERCY
Now! Now! Right n--
Paul slaps him hard, knocks him sideways. Percy looks up,
blinking in surprise. Paul grabs him, yanks him back up.
PAUL
You shut up and listen. You deserved
to be punished for what you did to
Del. You'll accept it like a man, or
we'll make you sorry you were ever
born. We'll tell people how you
sabotaged Del's execution--
PERCY
Sabotaged!
PAUL
--and how you pissed yourself like a
frightened little girl. Yes, we'll
talk, that's a given--but, Percy, mind
me now...we'll also see you beaten
within an inch of your life.
Percy blinks, unable to grasp that.
PAUL
We know people, too, are you so
foolish you don't realize that? People
with friends and loved ones doing time
in this prison. People who'd be happy
to amputate you nose or your penis
just so someone they care about could
get an extra three hours in the
exercise yard every week.
(off Percy's look)
Let bygones be bygones. Nothing's hurt
so far but your pride...and nobody
need ever know about that except the
people in this room.
BRUTAL
What happens on the Mile, stays on the
Mile. Always has.
A long pause. Softly:
PERCY
May I be let out of this coat now?
They pull him to his feet, undo the straps. He shrugs out
of the straitjacket and adjusts his clothes, trying to
maintain a shred of dignity.
PERCY
My things?
Dean hands them over. Percy smooths his hair and puts his
hat on, starts strapping on his holster belt.
PAUL
Think it over, Percy.
PERCY
Oh, I intend to. I intend to think
about it very hard. Starting right now.
Percy exits the restraint room. Brutal whispers to Paul:
BRUTAL
He'll talk. Sooner or later.
Paul nods with weary resignation--yeah, I know.
ON THE MILE
Percy pauses near Coffey's cell, careless as always,
getting his holster buckled--and a massive black arm grabs
him through the bars. His SCREAM brings Paul and the
others from the restraint room.
Coffey's face is pressed so tight between his bars it
looks like he's trying to push his head through. He draws
his lips back, baring his teeth in an awful sneer...
Percy whacks him with his baton. Coffey barely seems to
feel it. He curls his free hand around the back of Percy's
head, pulling him ever closer...
...and Percy's screams are muffled as their mouths come
together. Coffey begins exhaling as if he'd held his
breath for hours. Percy jerks like a fish on a hook, but
can't get away. The men jump in, try to pry Percy loose,
hollering for Coffey to let him go.
The black "insects" are flowing from Coffey to Percy,
swirling into his mouth, up his nose, down his throat.
Several lightbulbs explode in their steel cages up and
down the Mile. Percy's baton drops from his nerveless
fingers and clatters to the floor, never to be picked up
again.
And then Coffey steps back, rubbing his mouth as if he's
tasted something bad. The color has returned to his skin.
Percy, however, is ashen gray. His expression is blank as
a sheet of paper, not a trace of awareness in his eyes.
The men are stunned. Paul raises his hand to Percy's face,
snaps his fingers. Nothing. He tries again, clapping
loudly. Percy reacts slightly, eyes fluttering, swaying a
bit.
PAUL
Easy, easy. You all right?
Percy says nothing. He turns and walks slowly up the Mile,
his movements vacant and disjointed. He comes to a swaying
stop at Wild Bill's cell...and turns slowly to look in.
Wild Bill is coming painfully around, groggily clutching
his head. He looks up, see Percy.
BILLY
What'a you looking at, you limp
noodle? You wanna kiss my ass or suck
my dick?
Nothing for the longest moment. Percy just staring...
...and then he pulls his gun and empties it into Wild Bill
as fast as he can pull the trigger.
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM! Bill takes all six rounds in the
chest, reeling back across the cell. He hits the wall and
slides down, leaving a smear, his face registering a final
look of stunned surprise.
Paul and the other tackle Percy and bring him down,
wrestling the gun out of his hand. Dean is almost weeping:
DEAN
Oh God, oh God, no...
Percy is flat on his back, staring up at nothing. The
black "bugs" come drifting out of nose and mouth, swirling
in the air over his head. They turn white and disappear.
The men are speechless. Paul turns, sees Coffey sitting on
the floor at his bars, watching.
COFFEY
Punished them bad men.
PAUL
Why Wild Bill? Why?
COFFEY
I saw in his heart. When he grab my
arm, I saw what Wild Billy done. Saw
plain as day. Can't hide what's in
your heart.
PAUL
What? Saw what?
Coffey reaches toward him, straining through the bars.
COFFEY
Take my hand, boss. You see for
yourself.
BRUTAL
Paul, no!
Paul hesitates, torn between reason and Coffey's pleading
eyes. A whisper:
COFFEY
My hand.
Paul can't help it. He has to. Their hands come together.
Paul lurches wildly as that circuit starts blazing between
them...
PAUL
No...please...
COFFEY
Gots to, boss. Gots to give you a
little bit of myself. A gift, like. A
gift of what's in me so you can see...
...and Paul sees:
The Detterick twins. Kathe and Cora. Laughing and playing
hopscotch in the dust under a later afternoon sun...
A dinner table. Family having supper late in the day,
basket of biscuits being passed. Twelve year old Howie
Detterick taking it, passing it on...
An hand with a paint brush slopping bright red paint on
the side of a barn...
Kathe skipping to the head of the hopscotch squares,
turning and starting back, laughing in the sun...
The paint brush slopping more paint, dripping like blood...
Paul jerks and twists, trying to pull away, trying to
break the circuit, but he can't, not till all is seen and
done:
Marjorie Detterick calling from the porch for everybody to
come eat, supper's ready...
A hammer pausing. Klaus looking down from atop the barn...
The Detterick twins finishing their hopscotch, gathering
their jump ropes from the dust, running across the yard...
The basket of biscuits being passed to little Cora, who
takes a biscuit and passes it on...
Klaus coming down the ladder, calling to his daughters.
The little girls running past the man with the paint
brush, who turns and smile as they go by...it's Wild Bill.
The basket of biscuits is passed one last time. A hand
pulls one out, raises it for a bite. It's Wild Bill,
smiling at the little girls as conversation flows around
the table...
Paul screams, trying to pull away, but:
The porch door is kicked off its hinges just before dawn,
a figure looming in the doorway. Kathe wakes, her scream
cut short as the man's fist punches her hard in the
face... Paul trembles violently as if riding the lightning
himself, pleading for it to stop, but there's one last
thing:
Wild Bill looms over the terrified little girls like a
horrendous boogeyman, whispers to Kathe:
BILLY
You lover your sister? You make any
noise, know what happens? I'll kill
her instead of you.
(to Cora)
And if you make any noise, I'll kill
her.
And he drags them out into the coming dawn...
...as Coffey lets Paul go. Paul is gasping, back in the
real world where his men are staring at him with wide eyes.
COFFEY
He kill 'em with they love. They love
for each other. You see how it is?
Paul nods, numb. Tears are flowing down Coffey's face.
Softly:
COFFEY
That's how it is ever' day. That's how
it is all over the worl'...
CUT TO:
WILD BILL
lies dead, staring with glassy eyes. A FLASHBULB POPS,
rimming him with harsh blue light...
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52 -
The Transfer
INT. E BLOCK - DAWN
...as Hal arrives, wearing his pajama top under his
overcoat. He sees the POLICE PHOTOGRAPHER taking pictures.
The guards are giving statements to GROUPS OF COPS,
everybody murmuring:
DEAN
...well, I dunno, he just snapped, I
guess...
HARRY
...s'right, one minute he's fine, the
next--blammo...
BRUTAL
...bastard grabbed him through the
bars a few days back, scared the boy
so bad he wet himself...
Hal turns, sees:
PERCY
sits handcuffed on the floor of the Mile, eyes glassier
than Wild Bill's. TWO COPS are trying to snap him out of
it:
COP #1
Son! Son! Can you hear me?
COP #2
Speak up if you can hear us! We gotta
ask you some questions!
A MEDIC is raising Percy's eyelid with his thumb, shining
a penlight, getting no reaction.
MEDIC
I think this boy's cheese slid off his
cracker.
HAL
sees Paul, motions him aside to talk privately:
HAL
I'll cover you as much as I can, even
if it mean my job, but I have to know.
Does this have anything to do with
what happened at my house? Does it,
Paul?
Paul looks Hal in the eye. As with Bitterbuck, the lie
comes easy:
PAUL
No.
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INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
TRACKING A PAIR OF FEET shuffling into the room in
hospital slippers, escorted by TWO ORDERLIES.
The patient is brought to a window. The orderlies turn to
leave...
...and we BOOM UP to reveal Percy, catatonic, staring out
the same window where we met Wild Bill...
EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY
...and we WIDEN SLOWLY from Percy at the window to reveal
his last stop in life.
It's emblazoned on the gate: BRIAR RIDGE MENTAL HOSPITAL.
He finally got that transfer.
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53 -
Desperate Plans
EXT. PAUL'S HOUSE - DUSK
TIGHT ON PAUL as softly:
PAUL
It makes sense. I read the file. Hal
even said it himself. Wharton rambled
all over the state last few years,
causing trouble. Hell, longer than
that. Been at it since he was ten.
Vandalism. Petty theft. Setting fires.
ANGLE SHIFTS to include Jan, Brutal, Harry and Dean.
They're in the brambly patch that borders the woods behind
the house. The sun is setting, turning the horizon fiery.
JAN
You saw him. You actually saw this
Wild Bill person take those girls.
PAUL
Their father hired him on for a few
days last spring, help repair the
barn. Cheap labor, just another
drifter...
BRUTAL
Only not.
PAUL
Sick bastard came back a month later,
just before dawn. Took the girls...did
what he did. Coffey found them
afterwards and tried to help. It was
too late.
JAN
(absorbs this)
Then you can stop it. The execution,
I mean. Get Coffey a new trial.
PAUL
Based on what, honey? Some kind of
magical vision I had?
JAN
Show this farmer--what's his name,
Detterick?--show him a picture of Wild
Bill.
(off their looks)
Why not? If Wharton was there...if the
farmer can identify his picture and
they know he was there...
BRUTAL
Him being there in May doesn't mean he
came back and killed those girls in
June. Even if he was committing other
crimes.
PAUL
They got their killer as far as
they're concerned. Hell, Coffey's own
lawyer would come throw the switch if
we let him.
JAN
Then lie.
PAUL
Lie? About what?
JAN
Tell them Wharton confessed to the
crime. Brutus, you can back him up,
say you heard it too. You can say
that's what set Percy off. He shot
Wharton because he couldn't stand
thinking of what happened to those two
little girls, it snapped his mind...
(seeing their looks)
...what? What now?
DEAN
We never reported anything like that.
We would've, too, everybody knows it.
It's part of our job.
BRUTAL
Besides, confessing don't make it so.
Slugs like Wild Bill lie about
everything. Crimes they committed,
women they had, even the weather.
JAN
But he was there! He painted their
barn! He ate dinner with them!
PAUL
All the more reason he might take
credit for the crime. He's gonna fry
anyway, so why not boast?
Jan stands thinking for a moment, then:
JAN
All right. Then you've got to get John
Coffey out on your own.
HARRY
Ma'am?
JAN
You did it once, didn't you? Only this
time, don't bring him back.
Dean blinks, stunned by this notion. Gently:
DEAN
Ma'am, your son's grown up and moved
away. My kids are just starting
kindergarten. Will you be the one to
explain to them why their daddy's in
prison?
JAN
Work out a plan. Make it look like a
real escape.
HARRY
Better be a plan an imbecile could
dream up. Nobody'd believe it
otherwise.
BRUTAL
Even if we did think of something, it
wouldn't do any good.
JAN
Why not? Just why the hell not?
PAUL
Because he's a six-foot-eight-inch
baldheaded black man with barely
enough brains to feed himself. How
long you think it'd be before he was
recaptured? Two hours? Six?
Jan swipes a tear away with the heel of her hand. Softly:
JAN
Do you mean to kill him, you cowards?
Do you?
Paul tries to take her hand. She wrenches away, furious.
JAN
Don't touch me! Next week this time
you'll be a murderer, no better than
that man Wharton, so don't touch me!
She runs off toward the house, starting to sob as we
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INT PAUL'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Paul is at the kitchen table in the wee hours, at his
regular place, sipping his beer. Irving Berlin's
"Remember" PLAYS SOFTLY on the radio. Jan comes down,
looking miserable and exhausted.
JAN
I'm so sorry I called you a coward. I
feel worse about that than anything
I've ever said to you in our whole
marriage.
PAUL
Even that time we went camping and you
called me Old Stinky Sam?
She can't help smiling at that. He returns the smile,
offers her a sip of beer. She takes it, sits.
JAN
Does Hal know? That Coffey's innocent,
I mean?
(Paul shakes his head)
Can he help? Does he have the
influence to do something about this?
PAUL
No.
JAN
Then don't tell him. If he can't help,
don't tell him. Ever.
PAUL
I won't.
JAN
(beat)
There's no way out of this for you, is
there?
PAUL
No. I've been thinking about it, too,
believe me.
(beat)
Tell you the truth, honey. I've done
some things in my life I'm not proud
of, but this is the first time I've
ever felt in real danger of hell.
JAN
Hell? Oh Paul...
(touches his face)
Talk to him. Talk to John. Find out
what he wants.
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54 -
The Flicker Show
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
Coffey sits quietly in his cell, a solitary firefly
flitting in circles around his finger. Paul and the men
appear. The firefly flits away, vanishing through Coffey's
tiny window.
COFFEY
Hello, boss.
PAUL
Hello, John.
Brutal unlocks his cell. Paul enters.
PAUL
I guess you know we're coming down to
it now. Another couple of days.
(beat)
Is there anything special you'd like
for dinner that night? We can rustle
you up most anything.
Coffey gives it some careful thought.
COFFEY
Meatloaf be nice. Mashed taters with
gravy. Okra, maybe. I's not picky.
PAUL
What about a preacher? Someone you
could say a little prayer with?
COFFEY
Don't want no preacher. You can say a
prayer, if you want. I could get
kneebound with you, I guess.
PAUL
Me?
Coffey gives him a look--please.
PAUL
S'pose I could, if it came to that.
Paul sits, working himself up to it:
PAUL
John, I have to ask you something very
important right now.
COFFEY
I know what you gonna say. You don'
have to say it.
PAUL
I do. I do have to.
(beat)
John, tell me what you want me to do.
You want me to take you out of here?
Just let you run away? See how far you
can get?
COFFEY
Why would you do such a foolish thing?
Paul hesitates, emotions swirling, trying to find the
right words.
PAUL
On the day of my judgement, when I
stand before God, and He asks me why
did I kill one of his true miracles,
what am I gonna say? That is was my
job? My job?
COFFEY
You tell God the Father it was a
kindness you done.
(takes his hand)
I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can
feel it on you, but you oughtta quit
on it now. Because I want it over and
done. I do.
Coffey hesitates--now he's the one trying to find the
right words, trying to make Paul understand:
COFFEY
I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the
road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain.
Tired of not ever having me a buddy to
be with, or tell me where we's coming
from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm
tired of people being ugly to each
other. I'm tired of all the pain I
feel and hear in the world ever' day.
There's too much of it. It's like
pieces of glass in my head all the
time. Can you understand?
By now, Paul is blinking back tears. Softly:
PAUL
Yes, John. I think I can.
BRUTAL
There must be something we can do for
you, John. There must be something you
want.
Coffey thinks about this long and hard, finally looks up.
COFFEY
I ain't never seen me a flicker show.
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TIGHT ON COFFEY'S FACE
gazing with wide-eyed, open-mouthed wonder, the light of
a motion picture projector flickering on his skin...
INT PRISON AUDITORIUM - NIGHT
...while Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dance up there on
the big screen, images flowing in magical black and silver
tone.
FRED ASTAIRE
(singing)
Heaven, I'm in heaven...and my heart
beats so that I can hardly speak...
Paul and the men are scattered about in the otherwise
empty auditorium, also watching.
PROJECTION BOOTH
Toot operates the projector, peering through the tiny
window into the theater. He yawns, glances at his watch.
Late.
IN THE AUDITORIUM
Fred and Ginger are now in the most passionate and
graceful part of the dance. Irving Berlin's music swells.
COFFEY
can't believe what he's seeing. He's so excited his breath
is caught in his throat. Softly:
COFFEY
Why, they's angels. Angels. Just like
up in heaven...
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55 -
The Execution of John Coffey
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT
FOUR PAIRS OF FEET come marching up the Green Mile.
ANGLE ON COFFEY
Paul appears at the bars with Brutal, Harry, and Dean.
Nothing is said. Coffey knows why they're here. He rises
as Brutal unlocks the cell, slides the door open. Coffey
steps out, looks around at their dazed and sad faces.
COFFEY
I be all right, fellas. This here's
the hard part. I be all right in a
little while.
Paul indicates St. Christopher medal around John's neck:
PAUL
John, I should have that just for now.
I'll give it back after.
John lets him take the necklace. Paul pockets it. They
start to walk the Mile as:
COFFEY
You know, I fell asleep this afternoon
and had me a dream. I dreamed about
Del's mouse.
PAUL
Did you, John?
COFFEY
I dreamed he got down to that place
Boss Howell talked about, that
Mouseville place. I dreamed there was
kids, and how they laughed at his
tricks! My!
He laughs at the memory of it, then grows more serious:
COFFEY
I dreamed those two little blonde-
headed girls were there. They 'us
laughing, too. I put my arms around
'em and sat 'em on my knees, and there
'us no blood comin' outta their hair
and they 'us fine. We all watch Mr.
Jingles roll that spool, and how we
did laugh. Fit to bus', we was.
Behind them, Dean stifles a sob.
PAUL'S INNER OFFICE
Coffey kneels. Paul joins him, self-conscious and
uncertain.
PAUL
What should we pray for, John?
COFFEY
Strength?
Paul nods--strength it is. Dean surprises Brutal and Harry
by also kneeling. Brutal and Harry hesitate...then join
them.
PAUL
God, please help us finish what we've
started, and please welcome this man,
John Coffey--like the drink, but not
spelled the same--into heaven and give
him peace. Please help us to see him
off the best we can and let nothing go
wrong. Amen.
Paul starts to rise, but Coffey takes his hand.
COFFEY
I know a prayer I once heard. Can I
say it?
PAUL
You go right ahead, John. Take all the
time you need.
Coffey closes his eyes, frowning in deep concentration.
COFFEY
Baby Jesus, meek and mild, pray for
me...
And Paul sees:
Kathe and Cora Detterick kneeling together in the enclosed
porch that night, just before their bedtime:
KATHE AND CORA
...and every child. Be my strength, be
my friend...
And then the vision is gone as:
COFFEY
...be with me until the end. Amen.
Coffey rises, offers Paul his hand, helps him up.
EXECUTION CHAMBER
Full house tonight. Bill Dodge is waiting at Old Sparky.
Silence as Coffey is led in, all eyes on him. Klaus and
Marjorie Detterick are in the front row. She mutters:
MARJORIE
Die slow, you bastard.
COFFEY
is faltering as Paul and Brutal bring him to the chair.
COFFEY
They's a lot of folks here hate me. A
lot. I can feel it. Like bees stinging
me. It hurts.
BRUTAL
Feel how we feel, then. We don't hate
you--can you feel that?
Coffey tries to take comfort in it, but flinches as:
MARJORIE
Kill him twice, you boys! You go on
and kill that raping baby-killer
twice, that'd be fine!
She dissolves into tears. Klaus pulls her against his
shoulder, looking dazed by the whole thing.
Paul and Brutal turn John around, sit him down. Paul
notices Dean crying again, his back to the witnesses. They
kneel to apply the leg clamps, while Brutal and Harry
secure the arms.
PAUL
Wipe you face before you stand up,
Dean.
Dean nods, wiping his face with the sleeve of his coat.
They rise, stepping back. This time, Paul's out front:
PAUL
Roll on one.
Van Hay cranks the generator. The lights flare hotter and
brighter. It's just like in Melinda's bedroom the night
Coffey cured her with a kiss. Airless and bright,
dreamlike.
MARJORIE
Does it hurt yet? I hope it does! I
hope it hurts like hell!
PAUL
John Coffey...you have been condemned
to die in the electric chair by a jury
of your peers...sentence imposed by a
judge in good standing in this state.
Do you have anything to say before
sentence is carried out?
John hesitates, nods.
COFFEY
I'm sorry for what I am.
MARJORIE
You ought to be! Oh, you monster, you
damn well ought to be!
Brutal takes the mask from the hook to draw it over
Coffey's head. Coffey looks to Paul with terrified,
pleading eyes.
COFFEY
Please, boss, don't put that thing
over my face. Don't put me in the
dark, I's afraid of the dark.
PAUL
All right, John.
Brutal puts the mask back, proceeds with the sponge.
IN TIGHT ANGLES
The cap is lowered, the straps drawn. Coffey is breathing
fast, terrified, muttering under his breath:
COFFEY
...heaven...I'm in heaven...
heaven...heaven...heaven...
THE WITNESSES
sit and wait, barely breathing.
JACK VAN HAY
is poised at the switch, wondering why the order won't
come.
PAUL
is staring at Coffey, unable to say the words.
BRUTAL
(whispers)
Paul. You have to say it. You have to
give the order.
Paul can't. He reaches out and touches Coffey's hand.
Their fingers clasp. In that moment, staring into his
eyes, Paul hears the last thought that ever goes through
Coffey's head:
COFFEY
(whispered V.O.)
He kill 'em with they love. That's how
it is ever' day. All over the worl'...
Their fingers disengage. Paul steps back, eyes still
locked with Coffey's, and says the hardest words he's ever
spoken:
PAUL
Roll on two.
Van Hay throws the switch. Coffey surges forward, fingers
splayed and jittering past Old Sparky's arms.
Lights begin blowing out all over the Mile, raining
shattered glass and sparks. Some of the witnesses scream.
A thin line of blood comes trickling out of Klaus
Detterick's nose. He reaches up, absently wipes it away.
Coffey's eyes are locked on Paul's, riding the lightning
all the way. He finally slumps. Van Hay kills the current.
Coffey's expression is peaceful, as if sleeping. A final
pair of tears drift gently down his cheeks.
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INT. ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT
Paul ever so carefully replaces the St. Christopher's
medal around Coffey's neck. They wheel him down the tunnel.
CUT TO:
INT. PAUL'S MODEL T - NIGHT
Paul drives home, his heart numb.
EXT. PAUL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Paul pulls in, cuts the engine. He sits for a moment, then
gets out and heads for the house.
The door opens. Jan steps out in her nightgown and robe to
meet him on the stairs. She takes him in her arms.
Paul can't hold it back anymore. He breaks down sobbing
against her as we
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56 -
The Unresolved Past
INT. NURSING HOME SUNROOM - PRESENT DAY
It's late in the day as:
PAUL
That was the last execution I ever
took part in. Just couldn't do it
anymore after that. Brutal either. We
both transferred out, took jobs with
Boys' Correctional.
(beat, nods)
That was all right. Catch 'em young,
that became my motto. Might even have
done some good.
ANGLE SHIFTS TO Elaine listening. Uncertain.
PAUL
You don't believe me.
ELAINE
I don't imagine you would lie to me,
Paul. It's just that...
PAUL
...It's quite a story.
ELAINE
Yes. Quite a story.
(pause)
One thing I don't understand. You said
you and Jan had a grownup son in 1935.
Is that right?
(Paul nods)
But if that's true...
PAUL
The math doesn't work, does it?
She shakes her head. Paul thinks for a moment, comes to a
decision.
PAUL
You feel up to a walk?
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57 -
The Path to the Shacks
EXT. GEORGIA PINES - DAY
The rain has mostly stopped. Brad Dolan, back in street
clothes, gets in his pickup truck and drives away...
INT. NURSING HOME - DAY
...while Paul and Elaine watch from a window.
EXT. GEORGIA PINES - DAY
This time, we see two red specks trudging slowly up the
ridge toward the treeline.
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EXT. WOODS - DAY
Paul brings Elaine along the wooded path into view of the
storage shacks. They're both wearing ponchos.
PAUL
There. It's in there.
ELAINE
Paul? This thing you want to show me.
Is it scary?
PAUL
Scary? No. Not really.
He gives her a smile, offers his hand. She takes it.
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58 -
A Living Relic
INT. SHACK - DAY
We see Paul approach through the grimy window as before,
this time bringing Elaine. ANGLE SHIFTS to the door as
they arrive, creaking open on rusty hinges to reveal them.
They enter. Elaine looks around at the musty nooks and
crannies, wondering what they're doing here. Paul touchers
arm, directs her attention:
PAUL
There.
Elaine moves closer, sees it on the dusty floorboards:
An old cigar box.
For a moment, she doesn't know what to make of it.
PAUL
Hey. Wake up, old boy. Wake up.
Elaine's breath catches in her throat...
...as a pair of bright oilspot eyes peer over the edge of
the cigar box. It's a mouse. His fur, once brown, is now
all gray.
ELAINE
Paul? It isn't...it can't be...
Paul gets down on the floor, holds out his hand.
PAUL
Come over here, boy. Come on over her
and see this lady.
The mouse tries several times to get over the side of the
cigar box before he finally makes it. He comes to them,
hobbling and crippled with arthritis. Paul pulls a slice
of toast from his pocket, breaks off a small piece for the
mouse.
ELAINE
That can't be Mr. Jingles.
Paul says nothing, just pulls a spool from his pocket. Mr.
Jingles might be old, but he's as obsessed as ever. He
gets ready to fetch, eyes riveted to the spool. Softly:
PAUL
Messieurs et mesdames. Beinvenue au
cirque du mousie.
Paul tosses the spool. The mouse limps painfully after it.
He reaches it, goes around...and has to lay down to catch
his breath. Elaine starts forward, but Paul holds her back.
After a moment, Mr. Jingles finds his feet again. He rises
and starts nosing the spool back to Paul.
ELAINE
Oh, Paul. Don't make him do it again.
I can't bear to watch.
PAUL
(softly)
But he loves it so much.
He glances around at the shack with a sad smile.
PAUL
This isn't exactly the Mouseville we
had in mind...but we make do, don't
we, old fella?
BRAD (O.S.)
As I live and breathe!
They gasp and spin. Brad Dolan stands in the doorway.
BRAD
Fooled you, didn't I Got yourself a
little love nest here, I see...
He pauses, seeing Mr. Jingles.
BRAD
...what the fuck? Is that a mouse?
PAUL
Don't hurt him, okay? Okay?
BRAD
It's a goddamn mouse, y'old fool, they
carry all kind'a disease...
Brad grabs an old garden hoe--the blade's rusted, but
still sharp enough to cut a mouse in two.
BRAD
...now step aside.
Paul rushes in front of Brad, fists clenched, yelling:
PAUL
You leave him alone, Percy! You leave
him alone, or by God I'll--
Brad gives Paul a hard shove, pins him against the wall.
BRAD
Who you calling Percy? Name's Brad,
you senile fucker. And I'm gonna nail
that mouse, you can take that to the
everfucking bank.
Elaine is suddenly at Brad's elbow, seething with fury:
ELAINE
How dare you? Get out!
BRAD
Piss off, you wrinkeldy old bitch. Me
and Paulie are talking.
ELAINE
His name is Mr. Edgecomb. If you ever
call him Paulie again, your days of
employment at Georgia Pines will end.
BRAD
Who the hell you think you are?
ELAINE
I am the grandmother of the man who is
currently Speaker of the Georgia House
of Representatives. A man who loves
his relatives, Mr. Dolan. All it would
take is a phone call.
Brad's smile falters. Elaine steps closer.
ELAINE
At first I thought I'd let you be. I'm
old, and that seemed easiest. But when
my friends are threatened and abused,
I do not let it be.
(icy beat)
Now get out, or you won't work another
day here. Not another hour. I swear it.
Brad eases his grip on Paul...and backs off.
BRAD
Don't know what you're getting so het
up about. Just a damn mouse.
ELAINE
Get out, you ignorant man. What little
mind you have is ugly and misdirected.
Brad flushes red, heads for the door. He pauses.
BRAD
Don't bother coming back here
tomorrow...Mr. Edgecomb Gonna be a new
lock on this door. This is off-limits
to residents, no matter what Mrs. My
Shit Don't Stink has to say about it.
hands, looks to Elaine.
ELAINE
Little trick I learned from Percy
Wetmore.
PAUL
Is your grandson really Speaker of the
House?
ELAINE
He is.
Paul bends down, picks Mr. Jingles up.
PAUL
You gonna thank the lady? She just
saved your old mousie hide.
The mouse stretches his neck forward, nose twitching,
smelling Paul's breath. Paul looks to Elaine. Softly:
PAUL
I think Mr. Jingles happened by
accident. I think when we electrocuted
Del, and it all went so badly...well,
John could feel it, you know...and I
think a tiny part of whatever was
inside of him just leapt out...
(beat)
Me, I was no accident. John had to
give me a little part of himself...a
gift, like...so I could see for myself
what Wild Bill had done.
(more)
PAUL (cont'd)
When John did that, a part of whatever
power worked through him spilled into
me.
ELAINE
He...what? Infected you with life?
Paul looks at the mouse, strokes him gently between the
ears.
PAUL
That's as good a word as any. He
infected us both, didn't he, Mr.
Jingles. With life.
(beat)
I'm a hundred and five years old,
Elaine. I was forty the year John
Coffey walked the Green Mile.
ELAINE
...oh my God...
CAMERA PUSHES SLOWLY IN on Paul as:
PAUL
I haven't even had a cold since 1935.
I've had to watch my friends and loved
ones die off through the years...Hal
and Melinda...Brutus Howell...my
wife...my son...
(beat)
...and you, Elaine. You'd die, too,
and my curse is knowing I'll be there
to see it...
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59 -
A Curse of Longing
INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
Paul, dressed in a dark suit, comes up the aisle. ANGLE
SHIFTS to reveal Elaine Connelly lying in the open casket.
PAUL (V.O.)
...that's my punishment, you see? My
punishment for letting John Coffey
ride the lightning...for killing a
miracle of God...
Paul lays a rose atop the casket.
PAUL (V.O.)
...you'll be gone, like all the
others, and I'll have to stay...
EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
Paul stands at the graveside as the casket is lowered.
PAUL (V.O.)
I'll die eventually, I imagine. I have
no illusions of immortality. But I
will have wished for death long before
death finds me.
He turns and walks away.
PAUL (V.O.)
In truth, I wish for it already.
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60 -
The Weight of Immortality
INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT (1935)
Empty and silent. Young Paul walks the Mile alone,
listening to the quiet. He pauses, seeing something. A
whisper:
PAUL
Mr. Jingles?
It is Mr. Jingles. The little mouse is peering from under
the restraint room door. He's come home, looking
bedraggled. Paul bends down, gently picks him up.
PAUL
Where you been, boy? I've been worried
about you. You hungry?
Paul turns and head back up the Green Mile, carrying the
mouse cupped in his hands as we
MATCH DISSOLVE TO:
INT. NURSING HOME - DAY
Young Paul transforms into Old Paul in the dissolve, the
corridor of the Green Mile becoming the corridor of the
nursing home. He's walking along, holding the little mouse
the same way he did over sixty years ago.
PAUL (V.O.)
I lie in bed most nights, thinking
about it. And I wait...
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INT. PAUL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Paul lies awake, staring at the moon outside his window.
PAUL (V.O.)
I think about all the people I've
loved, now long gone.
(beat)
I think about my beautiful Jan, and
how I lost her so many years ago. I
think about all of us walking our own
Green Mile, each in our own time. But
one thought, more than any other,
keeps me awake most nights...
(beat)
...if he could make a mouse live so
long, how much longer do I have?
He looks over at the nightstand...
PAUL (V.O.)
We each owe a death, there are no
exceptions, but sometimes, oh God, the
Green Mile is so long...
...and WE PAN to reveal Mr. Jingles sleeping fitfully in
his cigar box, chasing that spool in his dreams as we
FADE OUT:
THE END