Beyond the Wall ep AFRS

Now the Whistler strange story Beyond the wall There are some words that hit a man like an electric shock and Marty Fisher had just heard them He was standing at the head of the line of prisoners as he always did on visitors day But this time he didn't smile at the guard pick up his card and move casually on toward the wire wickets at the far end of the room

This time he stood paralyzed, rooted before the battered oak desk, staring at the man who sat behind it. What the matter, Marty? Didn't you understand me? I said your wife didn't show up today. But she told me she'd be here.

Sorry. Next. Look. Check the wedding room, will ya? Maybe the rust is wrong. Maybe she didn't get a name. She isn't here. Now look, there's still a half hour of free time. Go on back out to the yard.

Well, she's never missed a visit this day in five years. I got news for you. There's always a first time for everything. A life like you ought to be able to figure that out. Next?

Yes. You can figure it out, can't you, Marty? You've seen it happen before at hundreds of others here at the state prison. And now you wonder if it's happened to you. For months, even years, a woman will show up at the visitors' cage every Wednesday, wearing a smile and murmuring soft words.

Then one Wednesday she doesn't come and after that if there is another time There are excuses the words are a little less soft to smile a little more forced Yes, Marty. You've seen it happen before Now you turn half stumble out of the room and walk slowly down the gravel path to a bench in the Sun