:53:16
The boy's doped to the gills.
:53:21
Hand me them clothes.
:53:25
William Wharton?
:53:29
You put on these clothes now.
:53:38
We'll have to do this.
:53:41
Hellraiser, huh?
:53:43
Look more like a limp noodle to me.
:53:49
You've been declared competent, son.
You know what that means?
:53:54
You're gonna ride the lightning.
:53:58
Shut up, give us a hand.
:54:01
Hellraiser.
:54:32
You don't look so good.
:54:35
Look like you're running you a fever.
:54:43
Boss Edgecomb?
:54:46
I needs to see you down here.
:54:50
I got things to tend to, John Coffey.
:54:55
You just stay still in your cell.