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E Block, E108 E Block, E108.

Maintenance call. E Block, E108.

What was that?

The wall is down! Come on!

Security to the gate, west yard!

Come on!

Security to the west side!

Hurry up!

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This is chaos.

Where do we start?

Let's talk to the Warden.

Good to have you here, Superintendent Donovan.

Yeah, I wish it was under better circumstances Warden Kane.

- What have we got? - We're looking at the first prison break

that's ever gone down under my watch.

And they went big.

Yeah, well explosives aren't subtle.

How many do you think escaped?

Gary?

Okay. We've identified the six fugitives.

Now, four of them have been recaptured so far.

All right, take it easy!

Make that five.

Late twenties, Caucasian, tattooed.

- Blonde mullet. - Not a mullet. It's a shag.

- Are you blind? - Well, that narrows it down some.

Okay.

Yeah, her name is Selma Tyler.

Okay, so one left.

Yup. You're looking for...

Jane Pine.

Rex seems to be on to something.

Okay, be careful Charlie. Her rap sheet is stacked.

Assaulting an officer. Attempted murder.

- Criminal mischief. - Okay. I'll call you back.

Stupid dog!

Actually he's scary smart.

- Ow! - It's just a little sprain.

You think you could try a less agonizing method of examination?

Jane.

Who planned the prison break?

Someone who forgot to invite me.

- How do you mean? - I mean, that I was just playing cards in the yard

minding my own business and then boom, the wall goes down.

You hadn't heard there would be an escape attempt?

Warden, if I'd known it was gonna go down,

I think I would have came up with a little better plan

than getting stuck inside the drain pipe.

But I mean hey, when you see your shot, you've got to take it.

YOLO, baby.

Ow! Cripes!

So, you believe her?

It's consistent with the other escapees' stories.

If there was a plan, no one knew about it.

Sorry, do you think she needs a splint?

Oh, the tape will suffice.

You can take her back now.

Really?

Inmates exaggerate their injuries

simply to obtain drugs.

I see it all the time.

Were there others injured?

Oh, not in the blast.

A few cuts and scrapes on the ones who ran.

- Barely worth a Band-aid. - Hmm.

Yeah, I see it.

Looks like a blasting cap.

Good job, pal.

What else you got?

Scrolling on the job there, Superintendent?

Actually I'm just returning a text message. So just...

just mind your business, Jesse.

Sure, sure!

Did you match with someone on Sifter?

Why don't you just look at the security footage?

Rewind it a couple of times and I'll get back to you.

Already did. Is it anyone special?

Actually I'm really excited about this one.

Hey, that's great!

Have you met IRL?

- IRL? - IRL.

Uh... No.

Well, if you haven't met offline,

then can you really be sure?

You know what? We've got work to do, Jesse.

- Just forget about it, okay? - Okay.

- I mean, if you want my honest opinion... - Just...

Sarah.

- Forensics findings? - Uh yeah.

The rubble's propulsion trajectory indicates

the bomb was set inside the prison yard near the fence.

Where there's a woeful lack of CCTV coverage.

Yeah, which is probably why the bomber chose that location.

It's also the furthest corner of the yard.

The bomber might have been trying to avoid casualties.

Okay, so if the bomber wasn't trying to hurt anyone...

And there was no plan for mass escape...

Then what was the objective?

Yeah and who was the bomber?

Well, Rex didn't detect the scent

of any accelerants on any of the escapees.

How did they get the components

- to construct a bomb? - If someone knew what they were doing,

they could have used substances commonly found in the prison.

Really? Like what?

Toilet cleaner contains sodium bisulphate.

Sodium nitrate is in curing salt.

Ammonia from household disinfectant.

You mix them all together and you get ammonium nitrate. And,

... kaboom.

What about the blasting cap though?

That's definitely not prison issue.

It's the same type used in fireworks.

A remote detonator would have been needed to set it off

But we couldn't find it.

The Canada Day Bomber?

- Well, the same MO. - Yeah, but that was...

what? Fifteen years ago?

Yeah, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

Well, I mean, I don't.

Okay, here, yeah.

In a daring 2007 heist,

thieves blasted open the Union Bank Vault

and the bomb's detonation was set

to coincide with Canada Day fireworks masking the explosion.

That's actually pretty genius.

Well, the genius that thought of it is sentenced to life.

Which she's serving here

at the Iron Port Penitentiary.

Wanda June Reilly?

Yeah.

Detective Hudson.

That's my partner, Rex. This is Dr. Sarah Truong.

Nice to meet you, Rex.

Oh my.

What's the matter, boy?

Well, that is his friendly way of saying

you have explosives residue on your hands.

Really? Who's a good boy?

Rex is a good boy! Yes, you are!

Are you admitting you set the bomb?

Nah.

I'm admitting Rex is a heck of a sniffer dog.

I partnered with a shepherd back in the day.

Yeah, in the Gulf War. You were a decorated soldier.

Canadian Forces.

Explosive Ordinance Disposal Technician.

Is that how you got injured?

No. I came back in one piece.

Got this place to thank for losing my toes.

So you retired from the service and you started blowing up banks?

Yeah. Good times.

Ah, well the bomb that went off here today,

it had some similarities to the one that you used

in the Canada Day heist.

Could be a copycat.

Imitation's the sincerest form of flattery.

It's a fireworks detonator.

Whoopsy.

You got me, Rex.

So, you blasted through the wall

but you didn't try and escape. Why?

Escapeshmeshcape.

I was bored.

You've got to shake things up

or your mind turns to mush.

What have I got to lose?

Any chance of parole?

Maybe I don't want parole.

Maybe I'm happy with three hots and a cot for the rest of my life.

I'm not buying her explanation.

She had to have some other motive.

I agree but she did confess.

All the escapees have been recaptured.

- So our work here is done. - Superintendent!

- I'm glad I caught you. - We were just wrapping up.

- What's up, Warden? - We did a head count

and two of the inmates are unaccounted for.

I checked the security footage dozens of times.

No one else went through that back wall.

Because they didn't go out with the others.

The bomb was a diversion.

And now they've got a huge head start.

All right, people! Bring it in.

I've issued an APB.

And all airports and ferry terminals have been notified

to be on the lookout for Vicky Gumble

and Valerie Winehouse.

They're convicted murderers.

And only one of them worked for the SJPD. I mean,

it's so weird, I used to see Vicky

every time I went down into archives.

She fabricated evidence in that murder case, right?

Yeah. And then she killed her fellow officer

who threatened to expose her.

She's a smart, manipulative criminal

and never showed any remorse.

Yeah, which is why she was serving a life sentence when she escaped.

What about Valerie Winehouse?

- I don't know. That name sounds familiar. - Yeah, here.

Valerie Winehouse pled guilty to the murder of her boyfriend.

Oh, her sentencing was lenient.

Yeah, well due to her boyfriend's documented history

- of abuse against her. - It looks like her parole

was scheduled for next month?

If she was so close to freedom,

why make a break for it now?

Jesse, did Vicky and Valerie know each other

outside of prison? Are they related?

Were they cellmates?

Oh, I see where you're going.

Abusive relationships happen behind bars too.

Maybe Vicky coerced Valerie into doing something stupid.

And how did they get out without anyone seeing them?

You know what? I'll show you.

Here.

Look at this.

Vicky and Valerie.

You were right. The bomb was just a diversion.

They walked out right under our noses.

Of course! We were looking for prisoners not paramedics!

Yeah, I know, pal. They wouldn't have fooled you.

How did they get uniforms?

Probably the same place they got the explosives.

- Joe Donovan. - They had to have an outside source

smuggling contraband into the prison.

Jesse, can you pull up the prison phone records,

see who the fugitives were talking to

- leading up to the bombing? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we've got to get on the move.

These two get further and further away every second.

Apparently not.

They just robbed a store on Water Street.

The store was closed. I was having a smoke before my shift.

When I came back in, they ambushed me.

There was a struggle?

Not really.

It's hard to fight with a knee in your neck.

That woman knew what she was doing.

I'm not surprised. She's an ex police officer.

What happened next?

They gagged me and tied me to Martha.

Martha?

They locked me in a rather intimate pose with her

and left me spinning while they robbed the place.

I'm still kind of nauseous.

What have you got, pal?

Did it seem like they were on drugs?

Nah. They seemed normal.

If you can call tying me to a mannequin

and going on a spree normal.

- A spree? - Yeah. See for yourself.

It's all on tape.

They're really taking their time.

Well, I mean it's like they're not afraid of getting caught.

Yeah, this is not your average prison break.

Oh, Charlie. Did you get anything

from the prison phone records I pulled for you?

Yeah, a couple of things actually.

From what I can tell, Vicky's been calling

relatives of fellow inmates.

And one of their names rang a bell.

He should be here any minute for an interview.

Come on, pal.

Thanks for coming in, Buck.

You helped us with that treasure hunter murder last year, right?

Yeah you ever catch that guy?

Yeah, we sure did. We appreciate the assist on that.

Have a seat.

Um,

listen, I need to ask you a couple questions about your wife.

I don't talk about that much.

I lost Delia to prison.

Then I lost her to a sickle cell.

The disease killed her?

The pain got so bad.

The meds they were giving her in prison weren't strong enough.

So she asked for medically-assisted suicide.

I'm sorry.

I can't blame her, though.

She wasn't having any kind of life.

Buck.

How do you know Vicky Gumble?

She would call me with messages

whenever Delia was too weak to come to the phone.

What kind of messages?

Oh, you know.

I love you.

I miss you.

I wish I could be there to help you through all of this.

It's me that should have been there for her.

Vicky Gumble was there,

looking after Delia when I wasn't.

And she never asked you for anything in return?

I know what you're getting at, Detective.

Vicky Gumble never asked me for a thing.

She was just there to listen when I needed a friend.

More messages from your Sifter crush?

What I wanted to tell you before about online dating...

- Oh God. - Don't get too invested.

You can't really know someone until you've actually met.

Uh, Jesse...

I know all about catfishing. Okay? I do, and...

look, we've been talking online for over two weeks now.

I'm not talking about catfishing.

Here's the thing. Joe,

you don't want to go in too deep prematurely.

See, online chemistry is different than in real life.

- Please learn from my mistakes. - Right.

Because you're the expert?

I can definitely coach you on what not to do on a first date.

Okay, uhhh... Jesse, I really appreciate all of your concern.

But, um...

I'm good.

Vicky Gumble's calls specifically targeted

the loved ones of sick or deceased inmates?

Mm-hmm. Expressing condolences

or updating families on conditions.

She's gone from cop killer to prisoner advocate?

Vicky Gumble's never advocated

- for anybody but herself. - Come on. People can change.

I'll believe that when I see it.

That smells very good.

Mm-hmm! Porcini and chestnut consommé.

Wow! Aren't we posh?

Well, I know that you've been missing your fancy

restaurants in Toronto. And now,

there's just one last step.

Have you used that before?

What?

Oh, you don't think I can't handle it, huh?

Those can be tricky.

- Can I help you? - Yes, absolutely.

But not with the cooking.

- Okay. - So sit. Sit, sit.

Drink your wine.

There you go. Have some more.

And I've got this handled.

The shop owner posted the footage of the robbery online.

- Oh boy. - What?

What is it?

It looks like someone had fun with it.

_

Well, you know what? This may not actually be that bad

because it's publicity like this that is going

to make it very difficult for them to go anywhere

without being recognized. Yeah, well this is obviously defective.

I think the button's on the other side.

Detective Hudson.

Where?

- I'm on it. - What's up?

Robbery in progress at Choo.

Vicky and Valerie may be there.

Okay, go.

Um... Sorry about the soup.

I don't think it needs to be blended. But you,

- you should eat. - Thanks, I will.

Oh, hey. Careful out there.

Thanks. Rex.

Hmm. Yep.

They held you at gunpoint?

- Oh, just at first. - At first?

Let's just say, that things relaxed quite a bit

when the wine started flowing. Ughh.

You were drinking with them.

Just like a little bit.

Oh, here it is.

- Cheers! - Oh, here look.

- Oh yeah, a little more! - Ohhh!

Whoo!

My usual clientele they're just...

they're so uptight.

One-percenters.

It was so refreshing to finally cook for people

who can appreciate my food.

They were such a hoot!

Ohhh! I honestly have not laughed like that

in so long. Oh, look!

Here.

I took a selfie.

Over 2000 likes already.

You cannot buy that kind of publicity.

Yeah, I thought so too, but...

we only seem to get the calls after they're gone.

You mind?

Did you get a sense of the relationship between the women?

What do you mean?

Was Valerie being manipulated by Vicky?

Manipulated?

She was very protective of Valerie.

Valerie was very particular about what she ate.

She said she liked the Cod Wellington

but she didn't have much of an appetite.

Hmmm.

Speaking of which, would somebody like some leftovers?

Here you go, buddy!

Looks like Rex didn't read the Michelin reviews.

They said your Cod Wellington was transcendent.

Is there coconut in that?

Cedar smoked snowflake coconut imported from Madagascar.

Rex doesn't like coconut.

Ah. Sorry, buddy.

You know, I think this would be a great place for a first date.

Who would you pick to play them in the movie?

I would totally cast Helen Mirren and Angela Basset.

- Because why not? - Double Oscar winners!

- Now that is very badass! - So are Vicky and Valerie!

Oh, by the way, if St. John's

favourite female fugitives are listening,

we would love to interview you here at the Morning Show!

And I would love to have you

at my next dinner party!

I am totes finagling an invite to that little soirée.

Okay.

Hey, you ready to go?

Yeah, whenever you are.

People are eating up this Vicky and Valerie.

It's like we're the bad guys for even chasing them.

No kidding. Look what

someone painted across town last night.

Viva Vicky and Valerie.

Seriously?

Hey. Sorry we're late.

Car trouble again?

Uh, it just needs a little help sometimes.

Well, it's official.

Vicky and Valerie are folk heroes.

Vicky and Valerie are murderers.

Well, those two things aren't mutually exclusive.

You still think the publicity is going to increase

calls to the tipline?

Yeah, they've been seen rappelling off the Confederation Building,

busking nude in Bannerman Park

and shouting obscenities in the Basilica.

Yeah, we've been slammed by hoax calls.

- Ahhh. - Guys.

I analyzed the material in the baggie Rex found

at the store robbery.

Great. I want to know what those two have been smoking.

Drinking, not smoking. It was Essaic tea.

Some naturopaths recommend it as a natural remedy.

So, they've just been sipping herbal tea,

shopping for luxury clothes and eating at five star restaurants?

I know! It's like my dream vacation.

- Yeah! - I would like to know

what they're up to. Jesse, can you bring up

- recent police reports? - Yeah.

Okay.

- Let's see what you've got. - Yeah.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Mostly traffic violations.

Domestic disturbance.

- What's that one? Pull that up. - Oh, yeah.

Break in at a clinic in Mt. Pearl.

Let's go check that one out.

Come on, pal.

Yes, we provide services to inmates from Iron Point Penitentiary.

So Vicky and Valerie might have known

- the layout of the place. - Mmm.

Well, they've definitely been here.

This report says Oxycodone was stolen.

I don't get the impression these two are addicts.

Maybe they're going to sell it

to fund their getaway?

Excuse me. What's in this room here?

Uh, the old archives.

Everything's digital now though.

Thank you.

What have you got, pal?

- Hold on. - W.

Watch out.

For Winehouse.

Valerie's file is empty.

Valerie had a CT scan seven years ago.

That's what was stolen from the archives.

Scans that hadn't been digitized.

And we don't know what,

if anything was on that scan.

We don't. The diagnostic analysis was gone too.

However, between the theft of the scans,

the herbal teas and the stolen painkillers,

I suspect Valerie is sick.

Well, Chef McCrae said that Vicky was protective of her.

And Valerie did have a loss of appetite.

If she was sick, maybe that's why they haven't left town.

I think Jesse has something.

You know me too well. Come with me.

So...

I've been reviewing prison security footage

trying to figure out how the bomb components

and the paramedics uniforms got smuggled in.

Now, I decided to check the perimeter of the prison.

Look at this.

What is that? A drone?

Mm-hmm.

Now, here is the make and model.

I've compared the flight path of that particular drone

and matched this drop to an operator.

- Do you have a name? - Penelope Gumble.

Okay. So, you know that's illegal, right?

To fly a drone? Since when?

Well, since it passed through a penitentiary, for starters.

You ever kick a ball over a fence accidentally?

An honest mistake.

Oh, okay.

Penelope, we know you delivered something.

I could charge you for smuggling contraband right now.

Could charge me?

Or are charging me?

Well, why don't we just start with what you sent over the wall first?

Was it bomb components?

It was just stuff.

I didn't know what it was for.

All I know, is that Aunt Vicky texted me from prison on a burner phone

and said she needed some things.

A burner phone.

I'm going to need that number.

There's nothing I can do. I'm sorry.

Yeah? Well, you can try looking at the damn thing.

I can't even move it anymore!

- Now, Jane. - Don't now Jane me.

It hurts! It's getting worse!

You can't complain away a sprain.

These things take time!

Your body is it's own best healer.

Yeah? Then what the hell are you good for?

This visit is over. Guard.

That looked pretty bad.

I take a lot of abuse.

- Goes with the territory. - I meant her wrist.

Oh. I suspect she's deliberately re-injuring it

in the hopes of another visit to the clinic.

Speaking of the clinic, it looks like Vicky and Valerie

- broke into it and stole Oxycodone. - Oh, dear.

Yes. And a seven-year-old CT scan of Valerie's.

Do you remember the diagnosis from that missing scan?

Yeah, it was inconclusive.

Valerie Winehouse has a history of hypochondria.

It's my belief that negative thinking

often leads to real life health outcomes.

Huh. It's my belief, that being incarcerated leads to negative thinking.

In any case, I shouldn't be discussing

confidential patient information.

Would you prefer I come back with a court order

demanding complete access to this infirmary's files?

Or would you like to just tell me right now?

What's wrong with Valerie?

Okay, I'll see if I can trace Vicky's number.

With any luck she's still using the same phone.

- Sarah? - Charlie.

Valerie Winehouse is dying.

- What? - It's gallbladder cancer.

Stage four. Dr. Audrey Keller just told me she has weeks to live.

Which is why she escaped before her parole.

Yeah.

And why they're living every day like it's their last.

- It's a bucket list. - Hey!

Vicky's number just pinged from Whale Watch Beach!

I've got to go.

Rex. Come on.

Come on, pal.

These things I promise you.

I will be faithful to you.

I will be honest to you.

I will trust and respect and help

and care for you.

I'll share my life with you.

St. John's Police Department.

Oh, no! We were so close!

Oh, God!

Detective Hudson. Are you happy now?

Darling, don't cry. Please. I mean...

God knows. He saw us!

We are married in his eyes.

But we didn't finish. And I didn't get to say I do.

Oh, please. Please.

We promise to surrender without any trouble.

After.

What is up with you?

- Love is in the air, Jesse. - Uh-oh.

Yeah, I made a date with my Sifter match.

Well, I mean I hope you took my advice.

- Short coffee date right? - No.

No, I'm going to wow her.

I made reservations for Choo!

What?

Choo has a three course minimum.

At least let me be your emergency call.

- My emergency call? - Yeah!

That is when you have a friend

call you fifteen minutes into the date.

And so if it's not going well,

at least you can say you have an emergency to tend to.

That's the most childish thing I've heard in my life!

- It's effective. - Yeah, effective but entirely unnecessary.

Don't worry, Jesse!

I got this!

I will forgive you

as we have been forgiven.

I will try with you to better understand ourselves,

the world, and God

through the best and worst to come

as long as we live.

Let these rings always be a reminder

of the promises you've made to each other

and the unwavering bond between you.

You may kiss the... each other.

I don't suppose you're going to let us go on that honeymoon, are you?

I would if I could.

Oh, come on!

I'm so thrilled you've chosen

to pester me here in solitary confinement.

Solitary confinement is illegal in Canada.

- This is a... - Structured Intervention Unit.

I know.

You say tomayto. I say tomahto.

What do you want?

Did you know about Valerie's health?

I was hoping you needed me to blow something up!

I'm not ratting out my friends.

I'm not asking you to rat out anyone.

I already know about the cancer.

I'm actually asking about the medical care

she was receiving here in prison.

What care?

Valerie suffered for years

before Keller admitted it was cancer.

By that time, it was stage four.

And beyond hope.

She wasn't supposed to have a life sentence.

So you think Valerie could have been cured

if Dr. Keller had diagnosed her sooner?

Yeah.

But she knew she wouldn't make it to her parole hearing.

That's when Vicky came up with the plan to have one last party.

And that's why you planted the bomb.

I was happy to help.

And if Vicky can prove Keller's negligence,

that'll be the icing on the wedding cake.

I swear that woman would love to just gas us all to death.

One missed diagnosis doesn't prove the doctor is deliberately

neglecting inmates.

You wanted to know how I lost my toes.

It's because that quack refused to treat my diabetes.

There's lots of stories like mine in here if you care to listen.

I do.

Can you give me names?

- Oh! Oh I've got you! - Oh, oh!

Ahh! Oh my God! Valerie!

This is Detective Charlie Hudson.

I need a medical unit to Whale Watch Beach now.

Oh, of course.

You stay here with her. Rex, let's go. Come on!

Oh come on!

You were the ring bearer at my wedding!

Nice try, Vicky.

You didn't think that we were going to actually

- let you escape, did you? - No. I did not, Detective.

Not for one second.

Aghh. Rex!

You're not getting away that easily, Valerie.

It's okay, pal. They fooled me too.

Come on.

I am never gonna tell you where Valerie is.

I mean, would you betray the love of your life?

Have a seat.

You have no idea what it's like to be an ex-cop in prison.

Everybody hates you.

It was horrible.

I really didn't think I was going to make it.

But Valerie,

she didn't care who I used to be.

She only cared who I was when I was with her.

She...

she made me a better person.

The kind of person who looks after vulnerable prisoners.

We retrieved your duffle bag from the beach.

And it's full of medical records

and written testimony from inmates' loved ones.

Just because you're a prisoner doesn't mean you don't count.

Dr. Keller is a sadistic monster.

She would withhold treatment from prisoners

and then push assisted suicide on them

when their pain became unbearable.

That's a violation of the code of ethics.

Doctors can provide the option.

They can't push for it.

Oh, yeah.

Capital punishment is illegal in Canada. But...

apparently Keller didn't get the memo.

- She makes a compelling case. - I don't know.

I mean, medical care in prisons is notoriously bad.

Is it possible Dr. Keller is just making the best

with the resources and the limitations she has?

No, no. I believe Vicky, Charlie.

I've already interviewed other inmates

who've corroborate her claims. And I've notified the Warden

that I'm not done investigating this.

- Okay. - This has been their plan all along.

Well, I mean, if Vicky and Valerie are right

and Dr. Keller did cost Valerie her chance at freedom,

revenge might be on their bucket list too.

No answer at Dr. Keller's private practice.

Go.

Rex.

Valerie.

Stay back!

Stay back!

Okay, easy, pal.

Don't do this. You're not a murderer.

Well, I guess you don't read the papers.

Because I shot a man in the head.

Yeah, you shot your boyfriend after years of abuse.

You were a model prisoner.

You served your time.

This is not you.

I could have gotten out.

I could have had a life.

She knew that I was sick!

She knew way back when it was still curable!

She took my life and now I am going to take hers!

You already have!

Look at me.

We've got the evidence that you and Vicky collected.

We have corroborating stories from other prisoners.

Dr. Keller is going to bear the weight of the pain she caused.

What about my pain?

You've got a lot of people rooting for you and Vicky right now.

If you hurt Dr. Keller, that becomes the story.

You kill her now,

you help yourself.

You let her go,

the world hears what she did.

Come on.

No, they won't.

No, they won't.

Because I know how the system works.

They won't know what she did

until she admits it.

Admit it. Admit it!

Dr. Keller, you knew Valerie's diagnosis, didn't you?

Yes!

Yes! I knew. I knew you had cancer for years

and I said nothing.

Please don't kill me!

Good boy.

Cheers.

Mmmm!

Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.

I love that.

- Beg your pardon? - It's the song.

Charles Mingus. He wrote it as an elegy

to his saxophonist. Lester.

Young. It's...

I can't say I really care for jazz.

Oh! That ring is spectacular!

- What is it? Sapphire? - Yes!

It's very expensive.

It was a gift from my ex.

He has great taste.

Of course.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

- I have to take this. - No, you go ahead.

- Hello? - So is he a dud or what?

Oh, no!

Do you want to get out of there?

I'll be there right away.

Uh...

I guess it's an emergency?

How did you know?

Just intuition I guess.

I'm so sorry. I have to go.

- Oh! - Bye.

Superintendent! I have your appetizer.

But I don't think the diver scallop will fare very well in a togo box.

Yeah.

You know, let me make a phone call.

Here, let's get you started with these.

Thank you.

Okay. So I show up

wearing this kickass, detailed Cosplay ensemble

which surprisingly, it didn't go over well.

- You don't say. - Well, she did say it was her favourite movie.

But you know what? You don't have to worry.

You're not going to make that mistake, okay?

- So, here's one. - Okay. I'm all ears.

Apparently, it is too much to show up to her house

with a massive bouquet of alphabet balloons spelling out her name.

That didn't work? Jesse, I'm so shocked.

This one is absolutely crucial.

No flashhmobs.

- Noted. - Yeah.

I don't know what that is.

Mmmm!

Excuse me, can I get a little top-up please?

This is delightful!

You're delightful!

Oh!

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hope you don't mind a few more visitors.

Oh, not at all.

Oh, hey Rex!

Oh, this is much better.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for everything that you've done.

I mean, Dr. Harris, she's a great physician, isn't she?

- Yeah, she is. - She's just the first of my friends

I've talked to who want to help.

You've made a big difference here.

Well, this is only the beginning!

Vicky and I now have a common cause.

Yeah, we're going to raise a little hell.

After we reform the prison medical system.

Yes!

That's a good boy, Rex.

Next time on Hudson & Rex...

Camilla, you are my daughter.

You're supposed to know better than this.

That story I'm writing, is about Marissa.

She was running this Instagram account, Campus CallOut.

The witch hunt mentality

that she was spreading around this campus was toxic.

Good riddance.

Campus CallOut posted that my ecstasy was laced.

You better hope that I don't find out who runs this account.

Why is that? What were you planning to do?

How did you know where to find me?

I just need you to take down that post about me.

She's gonna get herself killed.

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