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 Fred's mouth.

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.