The Miracle of 'The Green Mile' Page #3

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I still got something wrong

with my waterworks.

I don't wanna pass it on to you.

Have you seen Doc Bishop yet?

No.

He'll want me to take sulfa tablets...

...and I'll spend the week

puking in my office.

It will run its course by itself.

Thank you very much for your concern.

Poor old guy.

The legislature loosened up the purse

strings enough to hire on a new guard.

Look again.

He's right...

...there.

It ain't normal for a mouse

to come up on people.

-Maybe it's rabid.

-Oh, my Christ.

-It could be.

-Oh, the big mouse expert.

The Mouse Man.

You see him foaming at the mouth,

Mouse Man?

I don't see its mouth at all.

-Brutal, we'll be hip-deep in mice.

-I just wanna see what he'll do.

In the interest of science, like.

He's in the damn restraint room.

He's chewing the padding

out of the walls...

...making himself a nice little nest.

All right.

Let's go get the damn mouse.

Boss.

Saw me a mouse go by.

Can't put anything over on you.

You let him get past you.

No, I did not.

I been here all the time.

Then where the hell is he?

Well, I don't know.

Three grown men...

...outsmarted by a mouse.

Bright side is, all this commotion

probably scared him off for good.

Yeah, that's the last

we'll see of him.

You little son of a b*tch.

Well, I'll be damned.

There he is, big as Billy-be-frigged.

I thought Brutal was pulling my leg.

That's a goddamn mouse.

Brute said he was

in here last night...

...begging for food.

He come right on up to the desk.

Give him some room.

See what he does.

He's a brave little bastard.

Gotta give him that.

Goddamn!

You little scurvy!

Percy, are you crazy,

you little son of a b*tch?!

I'm gonna kill you!

I'm gonna take you out!

You little vermin!

I'm gonna stomp your life out!

It's just a little mouse, dumb merde.

You ugly little piece of sh--

-Are you listening to me?

-F***!

I'm gonna rip your diseased head off...

...you little piece of sh*t!

Percy met your mouse.

It's in here somewhere. I'm gonna

squish the little son of a b*tch.

Percy, we already tried that.

What'd you say?

I said that we--

IKnock yourself out.

Hope you nail the bastard.

Gosh. He ain't in there, huh?

Don't that beat the mousy band?

You wanna think about

what you were doing?

I was trying to get the mouse.

Are you blind?

You also scared the living crap

out of me and Bill...

...not to mention the inmates.

So what?

They aren't in cradle school,

case you didn't notice.

Although you treat them that way.

We don't scare them

any more than we have to.

They're under enough strain.

Men under strain can snap.

Hurt themselves and hurt others.

That's why our job is...

...talking...

...not yelling.

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