The Green Mile Page #2
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
CUT TO:
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 f***ing...
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