Dominic puts an arm around Wentworth. “Just rehearsing,” he says. “Season one’s gonna be a hell of a breakout.”

End.

“Video games,” Marshall grins. “And I got lost looking for craft services.”

Wentworth pulls out the blueprint—now smeared with rain and mud—and smiles. “Actually,” he says, “I think we just wrote season two.”

The assistant director leaps out. “Where were you? We’ve been searching for three hours!”

Sarah Wayne Callies stares. “How did you—?”