THE FOLLOWING SEASON 3 PROMOTIONAL fotografias 3X04 HOSTILE WITNESS

A week had passed, and no one had come to visit Deb. Because Deb hadn’t told anyone.
“Why not?” Susan asked one day, during lunch. “I mean, I get that it’s not something to be proud of, but…don’t you miss them? Don’t you want to see them?”
“I don’t miss my parents” Deb said, irritated. “But, I guess I miss my sisters. I haven’t seen Beth in four years. I want to know how she’s doing”
Susan nodded understandingly. “I miss my brother all the time. We write a lot, but it’s difficult for him to get here. He’s the reason I’m here”
“What do you mean?” Deb...

Deb walked through one of the aisles of her wing, when someone grabbed her arm, and dragged her in their cell.
“Hi” a woman with half rotten teeth smiled. She seemed to undress Deb with her eyes. “You’re new here, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you” She wrapped an arm around Deb and pulled her close.
Deb pushed the arm off of her shoulder, and backed away.
“What’s your problem, bitch?” the woman snapped offended. “Didn’t mommy and daddy teach you to respect your superiors?”
“Erica, I really do hope you don’t mean yourself”
Out of nowhere it seemed, a ginger...

“There’s not going to be a trial”
James Hyland was sitting opposite Deb. They were separated por bullet proof glass, and small lattice to talk through.
“Wh…What do you mean?” Deb asked, her voice shaking.
“It means you’ll be transferred to prison, and that you’ll have to stay there” Hyland replied.
Deb shook her head, confused. “When?...How long?”
“Tomorrow morning” Hyland answered. “You’ve been convicted for murder… Deb, you’re eighteen”
Deb gasped for air, and stared past Hyland, as if somehow, the mural behind him projected all the solutions.
“I’ll be in...

As soon as Deb lay down the pen, and closed the notepad, Rob snatched it out of her hand.
“I’m sorry” he hurried to say. “I just want the police to get this as soon as possible. The sooner we can set things in motion, the sooner you will be exonerated from this nonsense”
Deb nodded, nervously, but with high hopes. If Rob would take care of it, she wouldn’t have to worry.
Rob gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and then left. In the hallway he encountered a man in a suit, heading for Deb’s room.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Rob asked suspicious.
“James Hyland, attorney” Mr....

Deb witnessed how a police officer was staring at the back of her car. She was hiding behind the corner of the building.
She had resumed her waiting duties, hoping Rob would still pay her for them. Every now and then Christina would shake her head at her, as if she wanted to say: ‘Girl, you have no idea of the trouble you put yourself in’
Deb had started to wonder what took Rob so long-surely he wasn’t finishing the job himself, was he?-when he returned to the lounge, just when sirens, right outside the building, were heard.
Deb’s eyes had widened in panic, and Rob had responded with...