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He’s frying now! He’s frying now!

Why don’t you shut it down?

He’s still alive. You want me to shut down while he’s still alive?

You watch, you son of a bitch!

It’s all right, folks! It’s all under control!

Everybody stay calm! Please, stay calm.

Kill it!

You do it! You’re running this show, ain’t you?

I didn’t know the sponge is supposed to be wet.

Aah!

Brutal!

Brutal, no!

No!

What do you mean, no?

You saw what he did!

Delacroix’s dead! Percy is not won’th it!

So he just gets away with it! Is that how it works?

What in the blue fuck was that?

Jesus Christ.

There’s puke all over the floor up there.

And the smell.

I got Van Hay to open both doors, but that smell won’t go out for five years.

That’s what I’m betting.

And that asshole Wharton is singing about it!

You can hear him up there!

Can he carry a tune, Hal?

Okay, boys, okay.

Now, what in the hell happened?

An execution. A successful one.

How in the name of Christ can you call that a success?

Eduard Delacroix is dead.

Isn’t he?

Percy something to say?

I didn’t know the sponge is supposed to be wet.

How many years you spend pissing on a toilet seat before someone told you to put it up?

Percy fucked up, Hal.

Pure and simple.

That’s your official position?

Don’t you think it should be?

He’s putting in for a transfer request to Briar Ridge tomorrow.

Moving on to bigger and better things.

Isn’t that right, Percy?

Yeah. Yeah.

Barbecue

Me and you Stinky, pinky

Werert Billy, Jilly, Hilly or Pa

It was a French-fried Cajun Named Delacroix

Barbecue Me and you

Stinky, pinky Phew phew phew

Werert Billy, Jilly.

You’re 10 seconds away from spending the rest of your life in the padded room.

Poor old Del.

Yeah.

Poor old Del.

John.

you okay?

I could feel it from here.

What do you mean?

You could hear it.

Is that what you mean? You could hear it.

He out of it now, though.

He the lucky one.

No matter how it happened, Del the lucky one.

Where’s Mr. Jingles?

He run away under that door.

Don’t think he’ll be back.

He felt it too, through me.

Didrt mean to hurt him none.

All that hurt just spill out.

Awful tired now, boss.

Dog-tired.

Me too, John.

Me too.

I hate this.

I know.

Melinda, hi.

I am so happy to see you.

Look at you.

We missed you at church.

My hair.

You look fine.

I’m just a mess.

She’s having one of her good days.

I thank God for that.

What’s a bad day?

Sometimes she’s.

She’s not herself anymore.

She swears.

She swears?

It just pops out.

Most awful language you can imagine.

She doesn’t even know she’s doing it.

I didn’t know she’d ever heard words like that.

To hear her say them in her sweet voice.

I’m glad she’s having a good day, Paul.

I’m glad for you and Jan.

Well, you sure do know how to cook chicken.

Well, thank you.

This is one delicious treat, ma’am, before I go to work.

I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Hey, Brutal, you gonna hog all them taters?

Yes, I am. Harry, you want some potatoes?

Come on, now.

Soon we’ll just see your feet sticking out of there, Brutus.

You all saw what he did to the mouse.

I could’ve gone the rest of the day without you bringing that up.

I could’ve gone the rest of the year.

He did the same thing to me.

He put his hands on me.

He took my bladder infection away.

It’s true. When he came home that day, he was all better.

Oh, now, wait. You’re talking about an authentic healing?

A praise-Jesus miracle?

I am.

Oh, yeah.

Well, if you say it, I accept it.

What’s it got to do with us?

You’re thinking about Melinda.

Melinda?

Melinda Moores?

Yeah. So, Paul.

You really think you can help her?

It’s not a bladder infection or even a busted mouse but there might be a chance.

Hold on now.

You’re talking about our jobs. Sneak a sick woman into a cellblock?

Oh, no. Hal would never stand for that.

You know him. He wouldn’t believe anything if it fell on him.

So you’re talking about taking John Coffey to her.

That’s more than just our jobs, Paul.

That’s prison time, we get caught.

Dang right it is.

No, not for you, Dean.

The way I figure it, you stay back on the Mile.

That way, you can deny everything.

Why do I have to stay behind?

Well, our boy’s grown up gone off to school.

Harry’s girls, they’re all married now.

Brutal’s a single man.

You’re the only one here with two children, another one on the way.

Let’s not discuss this as if we’re thinking of doing it.

Brutal, help me out here.

I’m sure she’s a fine woman.

The finest.

What is happening to her is an offense, Brutal to the eye and the ear and to the heart.

I have no doubt.

But we don’t know her like you and Jan do.

And let’s not forget, John Coffey is a murderer.

Now, what if he escapes?

I’d hate to lose my job or go to prison but I’d hate worse to have a dead child on my conscience.

I don’t think that’s gonna happen.

In fact.

I don’t think he did it at all.

I do not see God putting a gift like that in the hands of a man who’d kill a child.

That’s a very tender notion, but the man is on death row for the crime.

And plus he’s huge If he tried to get away, it’d take a lot of bullets to stop him.

We’d all have shotguns, in addition to side arms I’d insist on that.

If he tried anything, anything at all we’d have to take him down.

You understand?