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Tom Chandler and Tom Chandler

By Kate B (Webmaster)

Started 25 March 2004
Completed 22 April 2004

Kate Spears looked good to me.

I was infatuated with Kate Spears.

I ditched her ‘cause she would’ve got in my way.

I didn’t wanna use her like before.

Debbie McAllister was good in bed.

Debbie McAllister lacks tact and is sometimes a dangerous officer.

I can have a relationship with whomever I want because I’m the Superintendent.

I have a responsibility to the people of Sun Hill to maintain integrity.

Mickey Webb couldn’t get at me. He’s not big enough to take me on.

Mickey Webb has a chip on his shoulder, he’s old school but still a valid officer at Sun Hill.

Spears meant nothing to me.

I didn’t want to hurt her so I let go of her.

I need to take firm control of the station so nothing of this calibre ever happens again at Sun Hill.

Every good leader knows delegation gets the job done. Besides, I have better things to do with my time.

That baby’s gotta go.

She’s gonna be a mother soon for crying out loud, sure she’s alright?

Watching those foxes fight is giving me ideas.

How the hell did it get to this, this is terrble for morale!

Alex can’t leave. I need him to keep me out of this.

If Alex wants to go that badly, shouldn’t I be looking at my own station before I look at him? I mean, what else would I do? Stop him from transferring?

Anne won’t speak up. I’ve made sure of it.

How did it come to this, I mean, we broke up twenty years ago but still went to Hendon together.

 

Jack is getting closer.

Something’s wrong with group dynamics, maybe Jack should do the Obbos from now on.

I can feel it.

Has morale got so bad at this station it’s come to this?

I’m gonna win though. I’ll beat him. He’s gone, done, history.

It was not this bad after Beech, something’s very much not right.

 

She’ll get me out. I know he cares for her. Jack won’t touch me if I marry Debbie.

Me? An’ Debbie McAllister? You havin’ a laugh?!

It’s all settled. Oh, yeah, ‘cept for that ‘brother’ of mine…I’ll fix him.

Why would I want to hurt my family, what else have ya got when the chips are down?

Why’s Dad falling for James’ lies again, he’ll just get himself into another hole anyway.

Ignoring problems doesn’t make them go away.

I know that job’s mine.

Never take anything on face value, remember the Borough Commander’s job.

 

Hah, now it’s all settled.

This puts my reputation at risk.

She’s my wife.

An arrangement. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course she didn’t mean that thing about ‘no sex’, this is our wedding night!

She looks like she’s been crying, she’s exhausted.

She likes it rough.

She said no.

She better take her wedding ring off. She’ll be moving soon, but it still matters.

One day won’t make any difference, she’s been through enough.

They’re all against me. Louise asked for it an’ I’m getting punished!

She killed herself after she was raped.

It’s not my fault she killed herself.

I’m supposed to uphold the law.

If I’m going down, they’re going down with me.

This is my problem, not the station’s. I have to deal with it in a professional manner.

Why should I have to suffer for everyone else’s problems?

I hate guns. I hate this situation.

They can’t corner me. They haven’t cornered me. I’m in control here.

I hate myself for this.

We’re all better off dead.

There’s a solution. What is it?!

Whose first? Me, Jack, Debbie, or the baby?

This isn’t worth the time.

If I get Debbie, I won’t get Jack. If I get Jack I won’t get Debbie. If I get Jack, then Debbie, then I can get the baby.

What would drive a man to mass murder?

Everything would drive a man to murder. No, anything. Anything at all. He’s after me, he won’t get me…

He’s maybe old school but he isn’t stupid.

Him an’ his pet Mickey Webb.

Mickey Webb showed initiative, which is unusual…Maybe I prejudged the man...

Driven by the slag that rejected him…what a laugh.

There seem to be some serious interpersonal relationship problems at Sun Hill.

Nah, too late.

Guns are dangerous, it’s stupid firing one on anyone else.

They want me, everyone wants me.

Suicide is no way out.

I’m a heathen.

What kind of excuses are there?

 

See you in hell, Jack.

I won’t do this. I refuse to.

I am doing this.

What the hell happ’nd?

And it has been done.

Last Updated: Tuesday, 13 July, 2004 1:53 PM