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The Green Mile
The Green Mile (1999)
Directed by Frank Darabont
I think you can guess which movie I've seen recently
The Green Mile - Of Sunshine, Cookies, and Blood
A missing scene from a day on the Green Mile, taking place a couple of days after Wild Bill's arrival.
A quiet, relaxed day for Paul, Brutus, and Harry takes an unexpected turn when Dean's wife walks through the door, all sunshine and smiles on the outside, but prowling for blood on the inside as she looks for the man who dared harm her husband.
So I recently found myself rewatching the Green Mile after rediscovering Barry Pepper (because I rewatched Saving Private Ryan, and am now on a merry ride of 'damn this guy is a great actor, what else has he been in?!') and this idea randomly popped into my head. Dean's wife is alluded to in the film, and given the fact his character is a sweetheart who was very nearly killed by Wild Bill, the idea was 'what would his wife say when she found out he'd been hurt'. And voila. 4.5k words of what happened when she found out.
Keep in mind, I've never read the books (I'd like to!) so I'm not sure how the characters 'talk', their language style is based on the movies and the more Southerner accents/way of speaking we hear. Also, I'm not American, so I really don't know how 1935 American's speak, other than what I saw in this movie!
If anyone sees this, I hope you enjoy it! If not, I'll just shout into the abyss - at the least it's out there and won't bug me anymore! :D
Full story can be read here, but enjoy the snippet.
It was another fine day, the sun shining through the windows, the slightest chill in the air signaling the arrival of winter, and most importantly, the atmosphere in E Block was relaxed.
Paul looked around the table at the other guards sitting with him, enjoying the quiet company of his friends as the radio played softly in the background. It was calm, it was relaxing, and the tension that had been running through their shoulders the last few days was nowhere to be seen.
Brutus was filling out some paperwork the State wanted on Wild Bill as they arranged his execution date, and the man was far too chipper than anyone should’ve been, writing such forms. The thing was, though, he couldn’t help but agree. By all that was good and holy, he couldn’t wait until the day came that Wild Bill walked the Mile for the last time – something he’d never thought for a prisoner before, but then again, there was a first time for everything.
The slimy bastard had kicked off again the night before, hooting and hollering about wanting a steak like the idjit was in the goddamn Ritz, and had lunged for Dean when he walked past to deliver John’s dinner. Bill hadn’t had a hope in hell of getting near him, given everyone was making sure to stick to the middle of the corridor so they were out of reach of any attacks the mongrel might think to try, but it hadn’t stopped him from giving it a go.
Brutus had threatened the hose on him again to make him pipe down; Dean had threatened to poison Bill’s yet to be delivered food with the promise of making it a particularly slow and painful death if he didn’t shut it that instant.
According to Brutus, Wild Bill had laughed and said Dean couldn’t do that to him ‘cause it wasn’t legal. When Dean reminded him he was on death row, and none of the guards would speak out against him because he’d be doing them all a favour – supported by Brutus’ statement that he hadn’t heard anything about no poisoning, despite standing right next to Dean when he’d said it – Wild Bill had shut up for the rest of the evening.
Some of My Percy Wetmore Headcanons: Pt. 1
Was absolutely raised by his aunt and uncle
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Little man is blind as a fucking bat (look at obie from the chocolate war and you’ll see it)
He takes pride in his uniform
Secretly looks up to Brutus as a father figure, don’t tell anyone
Honestly believes that Dean is his best friend
He loves the other guards like family but has too much pride in his tiny body
Is an amazing artist
He’s actually quite muscular under his clothes
Has a big dick
Feels the need to protect Harry
Has like twenty hound dogs
Mr. Jingles: *does anything*
Basically everyone in Cold Mountain:
The guards at lunch
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Harry: Geez, Percy, you sure do like raspberries
Percy: I’m actually allergic to them
Dean: What
Brutal: Maybe you should quit eating them, boy
Percy: My throat starts to close so that’s when i know it’s time to stop
*Source: convo between me and my friends at lunch*