Stand By Your Man

Hi, my name is Nathan.

ME: Are they feeding you?
BEN: It's prison, Nathan. Not a Romanian dungeon.

It was my first time visiting Ben in prison.

Despite my resources, he wasn't getting out anytime soon.

Bart's letter was pretty incriminating, even though it had set-up written all over it.

I hadn't had a chance to confront Ritchie again about the check he wrote Bart, but that was only because I had to read lightly.

If, at any point, it came out that Bart was working for me before he terrorized the entire city, I'd be behind bars in a cell next to Ben--probably one with a three-hundred pound guy named Mr. Bob in it.

BEN: This whole thing is crazy. I never talked to Bart about any of the stuff he was planning.
ME: I don't know who's crazier--Bart or that stupid hostage negotiator.
BEN: Can't Davis do anything to help?
ME: Liam says the political climate right now is touchy.
BEN: What does that mean?
ME: It means everyone loves a scapegoat.

I'm not being...entirely...honest here.

I don't want Ben in prison, but more than that, I don't want a trial.

But until there's a trial, having someone to...keep the focus on, isn't exactly bad for me.

So, yes, I'm keeping my husband in prison until I can figure out my next move.

Right now, that next move is Ritchie.

BEN: Nathan, I love you.

It's been so long since he's said that.

BEN: Just tell me you have a plan to get me out of here.
NATHAN: Of course I do.

But if the plan fails, and it's me or Ben...

NATHAN: Trust me.

...I always opt for self-preservation.