Two layers of jail bars separate the detainees of Bilibid from the outside world. This basement entrance marks the boundary between the facade of the Bureau of Corrections and the sprawling prison compound.
There, Sir Jorge and four of our cameramen waited for any stir. From the lull, he reported live for ANC. We had our cameraman pan around for live shots. My MacBook recorded the feed, for later use and should anything happen.
A few minutes into the report, the camera caught an orange-shirted Hubert Webb enter the holding area.
Sir Shadow directed, while I was on the phone to our ANC coordinator Mnemo. “Tell Sir Jorge to keep talking!” she shouted. The people at the ANC control room were squealing at Webb’s first ever shots in years.
As before, so today. ANC had first dibs on the first verdict, and it had come full circle in this decisive one.
As the other convicts exited the same gate, we were asking each other who each person was. First time I heard of the other characters in this high-profile case.