Fade to black. In blackness, a title card appears:

IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:

" The Mouse on the Mile"

CUT TO:

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.

That moment of eye contact reveals an enmity older than time

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!