Foreman: We the jury find the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree.
Judge:Fred Madison, the jury having found you guilty of murder in the first degree, it is my order that you be put to death in the electric chair.
Guard: Something wrong?
Fred: My... My head.
Doctor: You sleeping okay?
Fred (strained whisper): I can't sleep.
The Doctor goes over to a cabinet, unlocks a drawer, and
removes a large blue pill.
He fills a paper cup with water from a dispenser, goes back to Fred and places the pill in
Doctor: You'll sleep now.
Fred: Aspirin... My head... I gotta have more aspirin.
Prison Guard Henry: Shit, that wife killer's lookin' pretty fucked up.
Other Guard: Which one?
Fred's pain is demonstrably overwhelming him now.
Fred looks up, sensing something.
A wooden cabin is burning in reverse.
The Mytery Man.