Season 4
Edward Galson is sent to Emerald City and becomes Tobias Beecher's cellmate. In the first day, Galson discovers that Beecher is bisexual and starts mocking him. Beecher talks about the military egocentrism and the two start fighting. At an alcoholics anonymous reunion, Galson states he prefers to be called "Colonel." He is later moved to Burr Redding's cell. Burr Redding and Edward become close friends when they discover that both served in Vietnam together. In the library, Galson listens to Tug Daniels talking to Supreme Allah about killing Redding and taking over the Homeboys. Galson tells Redding, who in hearing about the murder plot, kills Daniels. Then, Galson receives his daughter Patricia's visit. She is going to marry and wants her stepfather and not Edward to take her to the altar. Galson is noticeably saddened by the news. He witnesses the death of Supreme Allah that shows Galson how "precarious life is" in the prison and disturbs him, although he visually does not show it. He also talks of his time during the Vietnam War watching out for landmines and hearing of fellow soldiers, "friends" turning on each other and how he is not used to the prison environment, seeing himself as an outsider. He also demonstrates a highly intelligent vocabulary when interacting with the other inmates.
He is later assigned to fix an elevator with Latino inmate Enrique Morales and the two are left alone by the corrections officer supervising them. Knowing that Redding wants Morales dead, Galson tries to hit him using a hammer and send the elevator down on top of him. Morales is faster and throws Galson down the elevator shaft. Then, Morales presses the button and the elevator crushes Galson, killing him.
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