A Matter of Execution

And now, of execution. A tale well calculated to keep you in. I swear, Warden, I thought you'd never get hurt in the governor's mansion. Oh, why do you phone? What did he say?

I'm sorry, Burton. So I've lost. Really lost. Three hours, I'm going to die. I'm going to die for a crime I never committed. Burton, please. I'm afraid, Warden. Warden, I'm so afraid. I've been living this nightmare for a year.

The accusation, the arrest, the trial, the conviction. I couldn't believe any of it was happening. I kept telling myself that sooner or later they'd find out the truth. Believe me. First I was confused and I was horrified.

And I think I was numb. Then I was hopeful. I told myself that such a mistake couldn't happen. You understand, I had to tell myself that. So I was hopeful. And now, I wouldn't. I'm just being scared.

I wouldn't. I'm scared of that. Mr. Clay? Evening, Bobby. What can I do for you? Quarter of ice cream, Mr. Clay. Nick. I know. Vanilla for your mother. Chocolate for your father. And... Strawberry for me.

Yeah, right. See, I remember. And charge it to your mother's account? Yes, sir. It's warm this evening. You mind opening the front door, Bobby? A little fresh air be nice right now. Sure, Mr. Clay.

There's no nice, Mr. Clay. It doesn't that. Sprinkly just came through the street and wet it down. And just let me enter the charge, Bobby. Yes, there. And here's your quarter mixed. And no, no, no, stay where you are, Bobby.

I'll bring it to you. Just as soon feel the fresh air on my face. Here you are. Thanks, Mr. Clay. You're welcome. Street looks pretty, doesn't it? Oh, wet and shiny. Mr. Clay, look at that car!