Amazing Stories

Um, is there an... "H"?

Yes, there's an "H."

There's an "H" right here. Good. There you go.

"C," "R," "M," "E," and...

"P" "S," "H," "N," "T."

- Mm-hmm. - Um, hmm.

"Crme and Pshnt."

- No. - Shoot. Uh--

Come on now. Try it again.

Chrome and "passion-ment!" I don't know.

Come on, Bradshaw! It's Crime and Punishment!

- It's a book! - I don't read no books.

- What do they teach you in school? - Pledge Allegiance.

Reception, this is tower.

Inmate coining in. Petersen, Eric David.

Number 49292.

One State Marshal escort accompanying.

- Roger, Tower, we copy. - Petersen's back.

- -

Hi, guys. That road's just about gone!

- Got one coming home. - Not for long.

Hey, Petersen!

I guess that little heart-to-heart you had...

with the governor didn't cut much ice.

Well, it's good to see we finally got a governor...

who ain't gonna let a killer get off without paying in full.

Knock it off, Bradshaw.

All right. It's after 11:00. The Row's locked down for the night.

We're gonna have to put you in D-Unit till morning.

Here.

Come on in.

What'd he do, anyway?

Well, hell, he's the guy that did that armored-car holdup couple years back.

The one where that guard got wasted.

- Well, tomorrow'll be his turn. - Yep.

Is there anybody you want me to contact? Anybody you want to see?

Can I call somebody for you?

Look, just shut up and leave me alone.

Tomorrow night, they pull the switch. I'm gone.

And the world keeps spinning.

Everybody's life means something.

Yeah? Well, mine never did.

Donnelly?

Well, lookee here.

Now that's a single room, right, Mr. Petersen?

For one night.

Come on, Petersen! Go for it!

Open it.

Sleep tight.

Hurry.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Who the hell are you? - I'm with you.

Just keep your mouth shut.

Come on. Hurry!

Come on. Come on!

- Come on! Get! - Go! Go!

Damn lightning!

- Go! Go! -

- - Go! Go!

- Come on, guys. - Go! Go! Go!

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- -

All are sedated, and most have only superficial wounds.

But Fowler has multiple gunshot wounds to the abdomen.

I've stabilized him as much as possible.

Without emergency surgery, my guess is he's gonna be gone in 30 minutes.

- Help. - Hey. Hey, cool it, man.

Hey, what are you-- Hey, lay down!

Hey, hey. Man, wha--

Hey, hey. Lay down.

Lay down.

Wha-- Wha--

- Petersen! - Huh?

What happened here?

- What did you do? - I-- I don't know.

Don't know? What do you mean? What do you mean you don't know?

- I don't know! - What the--

There's no pain.

There's no pain. There's no pain in my leg.

What did you do?

There's no pain in my leg!

I didn't do nothing.

- You fixed it! - I swear I didn't.

I didn't do nothin'.

Now listen. He pressed his hands against Fowler's body,

and there was this charge of electricity-- of-of energy.

In a few seconds, the man was healed!

I'm telling you. His-- His guts were falling out...

and Petersen put him back together.

You saw him, Doc! Right?

I mean-- I mean, look at him!

And look at me.

Twenty years with a hunk of shrapnel...

twisted in the muscles of this leg...

and now it's gone.

He fixed my leg!

- Meadows, I'm glad you think you feel better. - I don't just think!

But your claim that this man heals with a touch--

It's not just a claim.

Here, watch. Come over here.

Here.

Hi, Johnny. How's the arthritis today?

It's bad. Hurts like hell most of the time.

Petersen, come on.

No. No.

I-- I don't understand what's going on.

But I am not gonna put on a show for him!

You are not gonna change your mind about me.

Look, God or devil,

I didn't ask to be able to do this.

I just want-- I just want to go back to my cell...

and be left alone until my time tomorrow.

Don't do it to show him.

Do it to help Johnny.

Good God, man, if you can stop this pain,

please, stop the hurting.

You can help him. Come on.

Come on. You can help him. You have to help him.

That's it.

My hands! Look at my hands!

I got new hands!