"I was framed," Edwin Guinness insisted, gazing out of his cell window as he waited for a clemency
call from the governor on what most likely will be his last night on earth.

The crowd outside Edwin's cell is growing, even though an icy fog and sleet persists as darkness falls.
While some are involved in a candlelight vigil, other factions of the crowd are growing restless.
"Off with his head!" they shout. "Put him on ice!" cries another.

It's not looking good for poor Edwin.

 

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Chatting with the models between takes (that's Edwin's twin and body-double on the right, Erwin):