He gets out of bed, and walks to the door.
INT KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The PRISONER approaches his wife, and pecks her on the
cheek. He has his eyes closed as he hugs her from behind.
I had the weirdest dream last
night. Anyways, whatcha making?
Just some banana bread, do you
She holds a plate of banana bread in front of his face. We
see his eyes widen, and one begins to twitch as the smell
hits his face.
Honey, what’s wrong?
Nothing, just my dream involved
bananas and... yeah. I think I’ll
stick to toast.
Must’ve been a hell of a dream.
The PRISONER sits down in the chair, puts his arms behind
his head and leans back with his eyes closed. It certainly
had been a weird dream, his face seemed to say.
Well, it was only a dream. Over
now. Gwantannymo, heh.
TIME TO WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!
Horror as his wife has turned into B1, and he begins to
scream as loud as humanly possible. Close up on his face
INT FUN ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The camera continues to lift upwards from the PRISONER’s
face, as he is still strapped to the table.