(The Fonz is strapped into a pole by the waist. He denies a blindfold and a cigarette offered by a commander. He steps back, behind the shooting line. A soldier starts to play the drums in a crescendo)
"Any final words?", the commander asks.
(Visually distressed and losing all hope, the Fonz just sighs, then, after a pause, looks to the shooters and smile)
"Ayyyyy" (BANG BANG BANG)