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'The following programme
contains strong language.'

(WIND WHISTLING)

(OPERATIC SINGING IN DISTANCE)

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

(MAN CALLS OUT)

Action! Rain!

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

Background action!

Action!

(BELL CLANGS)

(PHONE RINGS)
MAN: Ah...

Ah, shit.

(PHONE RINGS)
Ah, hello. Douglas speaking.

'Oh, hello. It's Susan Edwards.

You're being offered as my -'
Yes! My name is Douglas Hylton.

I'm coming to help you tonight,
Mrs Edwards.

'Oh, "Susan" is fine.'
Oh. OK, thanks. Erm...

Well, if you'd like,
I'll be representing you
for the foreseeable -

'Good, because you've heard,
I think, that my husband and I

have got ourselves into
a bit of a pickle.

I know it sounds all rather...'
Susan? Susan?'..morbid -'

Sorry to interrupt.
Thank you for calling

but I'm actually
walking to you right now,

so if that could wait -
'I mean, obviously we regret...

I mean, we should have done
certain things...differently.

I think we're both happy
to admit that.'

Well, "happy" is hardly the word,
is it?

'So...

I can hear you've got a lot to get
off your chest, but really it's -'

It's just very complicated,
Douglas, and I'm very keen for...

It's my husband, really - Chris.

He shouldn't be here.
'Susan, sorry... Can I just -'

I feel, for his sake,
everyone should know the truth

from the outset.
'Er... Susan?'

Yes.
'It... It's just...

This isn't a private call because
I'm not your representative yet.

That's what I'm coming to do now,

to take your instruction,
and then I can...

Does that make sense?'
I see, yes. Sorry. Silly old me.

'I can sense
we're gonna get on, Susan.

I'll speak to you very soon.'
Thank you.

Sorry to keep you.

(ROMANTIC OPERA MUSIC)

(BELL AT SHOP DOOR RINGING)

MAN: Bonjour, madame.
Bonjour.

Of course, but I think
you mentioned this one.

He's one of your favourites.

Gary Cooper?

Oh.

It's an original...
from the second Belgian release.

The second Belgian release.
Mm-hm.

Aside from everything else.

For you, madame,
I'll make a special price. 250.

Ah, no, um, Francois,
it's too much, sorry.

How about 200?

I could possibly stretch
to 100 but...

Madame, for you... I make it 150.

Because I know this will
make you happy.

And that makes me happy, too.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

OK. (CHUCKLES)

Er, if you use the card,
it must be 170, madame.

Oh, OK.

Merci.
Merci a vous.

Salut, mon cher.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hello, darling.
That's a nice greeting.

Good morning?
Erm...

Yes, OK, I think.

Lovely!
(GROANS)

I've made sandwiches.
Thank you.

And there's soup from last night
if you want it.

Oh... Aha.

What's in the sarnies?

Tuna and sweetcorn on normal bread.

Found some in the English section
at the Monoprix.

Oh, lovely.

Yes, yes, yes.
I felt I made a good impression.

Oh, and my French
is really improving, actually.

Drink?
Yes, please.

I've got another one this afternoon,

which I'm hoping
will go even better.

Mm.

Oh, yes, look, Chris!

It's just like the one I had
on my bedroom wall as a little girl,

that my grandfather bought me.

It wasn't in French but look!

Same image.

How much was it?
Oh, it was nothing. 20 euros?

It's not an original.

You know, Susan, even 20 euros...

There'll be a final demand
for the gas in there

and I'm the one who's gotta
open them and sort it out.

Is that from Gerard?
You open it.

Well, no, it's...it's for you.
Mm.

My God. 100 euros.

See, crosspatch? Didn't I say?

Things around here
are about to change.

Well, it's only 100, Susan.
But it's a start, isn't it?

Of what?

We're way behind on the rent,
and if I don't get a job -

But you WILL get a job,
that's what I mean!

Yes, well, I'm trying...
trying my hardest.

Come on, then, what's Gerard
got to say for himself?

Read it out loud. I'm listening.
I'll look at it later.

(OPERA MUSIC IN BACKGROUND)

(DISTANT GUNSHOT)

(DISTANT GUNSHOT)

Susan.

Why don't you er...

Why don't you put that thing up?

Silly keeping it hidden away
now you've got it.

Yes. Good idea.

Who wouldn't give
this handsome man a job, hey?

We'll celebrate afterwards
in the cafe.

A trois heures, mon amour.

(LIFT BELL PINGS)

Christopher Edwards?

Oui. Je suis present!

Bonne chance, mes amis.

(WOMAN SPEAKING RAPIDLY IN FRENCH)

(SHE CONTINUES IN FRENCH)

(WOMAN CONTINUES RAPIDLY IN FRENCH)

(SHE CONTINUES IN FRENCH)

Vous pouvez repeter la question?

S'il vous plait.

Go on, Chris. You can do it.

(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

SUSAN'S VOICE: '"Mon cher, Chris.

Please find enclosed 100 euros...

a small token of my gratitude
for your eternal friendship.

As you will know from my movie,
we have a saying in France -

"La vie en rose."

The meaning of this phrase
is to look up at the stars

instead of in the gutter...

to see the beauty
that exists in life,

even when it is difficult to find.

Perhaps, sometimes,
even when it is not there.

This is the purpose of stories
and the purpose of cinema.

But more than this,

it is the purpose of love.

And to be loved is the most
beautiful thing in the world.

Yours sincerely, Gerard Depardieu."'

(CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

'(PHONE RINGING TONE)'

CHRIS: 'Hello!'
WOMAN: 'Hello.'

'Is that Tabitha?'
'Speaking. Who's that?

That's not you, is it, Chris?'

Yeah.
'Chris?'It's me.

Yes. Uh...

Erm...

I...

Listen, I'm sorry it's been so long.

'Where are you?'
I... I'm... I'm in France.

'Are you with Susan?'
Yeah.

I've just been for a...a...
a job interview, actually.

Yeah, a fairly senior
credit control position.

You know, but the truth is,
what with the um...

(HE STARTS KICKING WALL)

..the erm...the language barrier...

erm, we're in a bit of
financial erm...

You know... Ah, what am I saying?

There...
There's a cashflow situation, erm...

and, believe me, we're very grateful
for all the help

you've given us in the past.

(KICKS WALL)

'Chris?'
Oh. Erm...

'Is everything OK?'
No, I'm sorry.

I'm still here, yeah, erm...

It's just... I need you to promise
me something, Tabitha. Erm...

You see, I-I've done something
rather silly.

And it might sound bad -

might sound very bad even -
but it's not what it seems.

Not at all. It's not what it seems

and just needs a little bit
of clearing up, that's all so...

That's why I need you to promise me.

I need you to promise me

that you won't tell the police.

There you go.
Can you promise me that, Tabitha?

Er, because I can't...

I can't let Susan...down.

Do you understand?

She's...

She's very, er, fragile. Yeah.

'Just tell me what you need,
Christopher.

I'm always here for you,
you know that.'

(CALL ENDS)

So, how was it?

Yes, it's er...

Er, hard to tell, isn't it?
Yeah...but good, do you think?

Er... Well, my head's
a bit erm...but yes.

Oh, I knew it. Do you want a coffee?
Yeah.

OK.

Oh, excusez-moi.

Madame, un autre cafe au lait,
s'il vous plait. Merci.

Yeah, I was actually just, uh...

I was just thinking...

supposing I DO get this job.

I mean, I still wouldn't be paid
for a few weeks, would I?

We're behind on the rent.

And it's not like other times,
Susan.

We could be in...

Merci.
Thank you. Merci.

We could be in trouble.

So...

..I was thinking, maybe,
to take the pressure off,

we could try to borrow some money.

You know, I could ask
my step-mother - Tabitha.

She's er...

You think? She's family, in't she?
No.

Really? I mean, would you -

But no-one knows where we are.
Or why.

And you'd possibly have to tell...
wouldn't you?

You'd have to explain a little
why we're here.

And then she could tell the police,
couldn't she?

Not that we've done anything wrong.
The police? Why would she do that?

Don't think there's any danger
of her doing that. She's family.

No, Chris.

Look, we're doing fine.

We're just going through
a bit of a sticky patch, that's all.

Yeah...

Yeah, you're right.

(SIGHS) Forget I mentioned it.
It's a silly idea.

Silly.

'(PHONE RINGING TONE)'

'Thank you for calling
Nottinghamshire Police.

Please leave a message
after the tone.'

(TONE BEEPS)

My name is Dr Tabitha Edwards.

I'm calling to report
something rather...

Well, I don't know
what to make of it, frankly.

'My step-son just told me
over the telephone...

..that he buried
his wife's parents...

..in a garden near Nottingham
15 years ago.

So, I'm just curious to know

if there were any reports
of a couple

by the name of William
and Patricia Wycherley

going missing around that time.'

WOMAN: Sir?
MAN: No.

Sir -
Go away!

Fuck off, Emma. I'm having my lunch.
Have you got a minute, sir?

We have a tip
there are two bodies buried

in a back garden
in a house in Mansfield.

Woman called Tabitha Edwards
was informed yesterday

by her step-son, Christopher.
When?

15 years ago.

15 years? Fuck off.

Stop telling me to fuck off,
please, sir.

Bloody hell!
Why is this so fucking hot?

Well, it's a flask, sir.
Fucking Mount Etna, that is.

Ridiculous.
Can't feel my fucking mouth -

It's his in-laws, apparently, sir.

His what?
The bodies.

Says he didn't actually kill them.
Says it was an accident.

He asked his step-mum for some money
and then he just spilt the beans.

Right. Does he know that we know?

She's made him aware, yeah.
Just sent him an email, apparently.

Sent an email?!

What? "Dear Christopher,
I've told the fucking police"?

I told her in strict confidence!

I asked her not to tell anyone.

I'm as disappointed as you are.
I'm...

I'm... I'm disgusted, actually.

Darling, she wasn't gonna send
any money unless I told her

what was going on
and why we needed it.

Put yourself in my shoes.
What was I supposed to do?

We'll be living on the streets,
eating croissants

out of rubbish bins next!
Is that what you want?

We'd still be together, though,
wouldn't we?

It's OK.

Just have to move again.

(ANGRY THUD FROM BEDROOM)

(GLASS SMASHING)

Susan -
No!

You were supposed to protect me!

I HAVE protected you.
I am. I'm trying.

But we both knew
this day would come -

But it's not your decision!
There are two of us here!

We're in this together, aren't we?

Aren't we?!

Yes.
And now, after all this time.

I'd do it for you.
I'd live on the streets with you.
I'd eat rubbish for you!

I'd eat a croissant
out of a bin for you.

Well, we're not quite there yet.
But I would, though!

Let's get this cleared up, shall we?

Then how about a film?

Would you like to watch a film?

Now...

(CHILDREN SQUEALING NEARBY)

Yeah. That's it there -
number seven.

EMMA: It's not number seven, mate.
It's number five.

Oh, right.

That's the house over there.

So, shall we park up over there?
Yeah, all right, all right.
I'm on it, I'm on it.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Just don't make a scene.
Why would I make a scene?

Because you're a twat.
You're a twat.

(KNOCKER TAPS)
Why you doing that?
I just rang the bell.

Stand a bit further
away from me, please.

What you on about?
I'm not even standing tha- Oh!

Afternoon.
Good afternoon, sir.

Sorry to bother you.
We're from Nottingham Police.

We're following up a report
of a historic crime in the area

and wonder if we could have
a quick chat?

Oh, right. Um...
If that's not too much trouble.

No, sure, er...

Come in. Got my youngest
asleep upstairs, though,

if you don't mind creeping.

All right, no problem. Perhaps
we could go through to the garden?

Yeah, sure.
Yeah, assuming you've got a garden.

You what?

Yeah.

Twat.

How long have you been here,
if you don't mind me asking?

Going on eight years.
Nice neighbourhood?

Yeah, it's nice enough.

Pretty quiet, to be honest with you,
but, er, well, we like it.

Do you know who lived here before,
by any chance?

An elderly couple, apparently.
I'd have to check the, erm...

Wycherley?
Huh?

Was it a... William and Patricia
Wycherley, by any chance?

Yeah, rings a bell. Erm...

Why? Is this about them?

MAN: It wasn't me.

Whatever it is you're investigating,
officers, it wasn't me.

Hello, there.

That's, er... That's Nigel.

He likes to talk to us
through the hedge.

All right, Nige?

Well, I should be happy to move
to the gap if that's preferable.

There's a gap just down there.
Shall we do that?

This is what I mean by a gap.

It's quite handy
for talking across gardens.

What's on the barbie today,
then, Nige?

Been having quite a few,
so I've noticed.

You're always welcome to join us,
Danny, you know that.

Briony!

There's a couple
of police officers here

asking poor Danny some questions
about the Wycherleys.

Could you bring out more bangers?

I think it'd be fair to say they
were slightly peculiar neighbours.

Although, we didn't see
a great deal of them, did we?

No, not much. We heard them, mostly,
playing that strange organ.

Oh! Morning, afternoon, evening.

Apart from that, they kept
themselves to themselves.

Do you need more ketchup, Officer?

It's homemade.
Mmm, no, I'm good, thanks.

These are...
These are really nice, thank you.

So, you can hear quite well, then,
can you? Your neighbours.

Oh, very well.
You can hear everything.

Anything untoward or unusual
while the Wycherley's were here?

Ah, just the normal
sort of bickering, I suppose.

Occasional rows.

Oh, they were
quite funny together, mind.

See, on the rare occasion
that you'd see them out -

on the way to the shops,
for example -

Patricia would walk
two or three yards behind William.

A sort of Victorian thing,
like she was his chattel.

So, I-I-I don't know if that could
be used as a...clue of some kind.

I'll bear that in mind, thank you.

Do you know what came of them
when they left, where they went?

Blackpool,
then Ireland's what we heard.

For the air.
Big smokers, both of them.

Left the daughter and the son-in-law
to look after the place.

Son-in-law mainly. Chris.

And when would the Wycherleys
have gone to Blackpool?

Oh, let's see. What? Ten -
15.

15 years ago. Yeah, well before
they actually sold the place.

It were Christopher
told us they'd gone.

He were the only one we'd chat with
from time to time.

Yeah, when he were doing the garden.

What?
What about the... (WHISPERS)

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
another funny thing, actually.

There was a morning about that time,

when I woke up early,
as I sometimes do,

and I looked out my window

and I saw Chris digging a hole
in the Wycherleys' garden.

Quite a deep hole.
Very deep, in fact.

Now, he was probably just planting
those rhododendrons

that you'd seen round at Danny's
but we joked about it, didn't we?

Cos we said he's probably
burying his in-laws. (CHUCKLES)

Because it was about that time
that they'd, er, moved away.

So, I don't know
if that could be used as a...

..some kind of clue?

POLICEMAN: Let him through.
Go on, you go out.

Edward, on your scooter.

Edward, hold on.
Wait for your sister.

Dear Mr Edwards, Please forgive
my contacting you directly...

..but your step-mother,
Dr Tabitha Edwards,

has been kind enough
to pass along your email address.

She indicated
you may be in possession

of some information
of possible interest to us

and if you'd be good enough
to share your telephone number,

we'd like to speak with you
at your earliest convenience.

Even better would be the opportunity
to arrange for a personal interview,

although Dr Edwards informs us
that you may currently
be residing abroad.

I want to reassure you
that in that event

we don't believe
it's in anyone's interests

to trouble the local authorities.

Yours truly, Detective Chief
Inspector Tony Collier.

(LIVELY WESTERN MUSIC)

'Why are you stopping?'

It's no good.
I've got to go back, Amy.

Why?

This is crazy.
I haven't even got any guns.

'Then let's go on. Hurry.'

'No, they're making me run.
I've never run from anybody before.'

(BARKING)

There's gonna be fighting
when Kane and Miller meet...

and somebody's gonna get hurt,
that's for sure.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

'Everything ready?'
'Just the way you want it, Frank.'

Yeah, we got your gun over here.

Let's get started, then.

(WESTERN SOUNDTRACK CONTINUES)

(UP-TEMPO WESTERN MUSIC)

CHRIS: 'Dear DCI Collier,

thank you
for your considerate message.

My wife Susan and I
would be delighted

to assist you in any way we can

and to put this whole matter
behind us once and for all.

We agree that it's
in everyone's interests

to avoid involving
the French police.

I'm afraid, however,
that our return to England

may not happen
as soon as you might prefer.'

Good afternoon.

CHRIS: I'm sure that you understand
that my first duty is to my wife.

She is of a very fragile disposition

and we have been leading
a peaceful existence here in France.

I'd be worried about
inflicting unnecessary stress

and it could take her some time
to come round to the idea

of leaving this country
to return to the UK.

'Nevertheless,
do let's stay in touch.

We look forward to the opportunity
to clear our names

as soon as possible.
You have my word.

Yours very sincerely...

Christopher Edwards.'

(WESTERN FILM GUNSHOT)

In answer to the question
on everyone's mind,

I can confirm
that yesterday morning

two bodies were found
buried in the back garden
of a house in Mansfield.

At present we cannot confirm
the identities of the deceased,

nor do we know the cause of death
or the circumstances under which

they came to be buried
in that location.

That being said,
we do have some leads

and we hope to be making significant
progress over the coming days.

'"Do let's keep in touch"?!
I'm sorry, but what is that?'

Psychopath written all over it.
Why can't we get a warrant?

Have the French track them down and
pick them up before they get away.

What we arresting them for, Emma?
Writing a weird email?

Prevention of a lawful
and decent burial? Double murder?

Hey! Good one! Let's go
and arrest them, then, shall we?

Off we pop. Oh. Hang on a minute.

WHERE the fuck did the murders
take place? WHEN the fuck?

WHO the fuck was involved?
HOW the fuck?

European Arrest Warrant.
Because - thank you, Paul -

that's what we need for
a European Arrest Warrant, minimum.

So, they can stay there
as long as they like?

Yes. He's thick as two short planks
and HE knows that.

- Excuse me!
- At the minute,
all we've got are those bullets,

a nutty professor
who got a dodgy phone call
from some bloke in Lille,

a pair of rickety old skeletons
in a backyard buried God knows when

and a vague
proclamation of innocence

from a man who writes
very polite emails to the police.

So, either we come up
with some hard evidence

or Croque Madame
and her pen-pal muppet husband

can carry on
with their French holiday

for as long
as they damn well please!

I'll see you in ten minutes!
I'm getting a fucking sandwich!

'So what do we make of this
"fragile" business, then?'

"She's of a very fragile
disposition."

He's just saying whatever
comes into his head, in't he?

To fuck with us.

I hate that. "Fragile" people.

All right.

We've got nothing to go on, do we.

She might not even BE that fragile.

But he didn't need
to tell his step-mum

that he'd buried those bodies
in the garden, did he?

He's answering questions
no-one's even asked.

They're not even HIS parents,
so what's he doing burying them
in the fucking garden?

If... If he did bury them.

I dunno.

Cos they're heavy?

Oh, it can't just be that.

I've got tits - I could dig
a fucking hole if I had to.

"Fragile".
I know what fragile fucking means.

It means you're in charge.

You're the one who gets drunk
and ends up in hospital.

You're the one who gets sad
and lashes out.

You're the pain in the arse,
basically.

My um...

My mum always says
about relationships

that one of you's the gardener
and the other one's the garden.

Right.

What does that mean?

Dunno.

I fucking hate gardening.

(SHE SIGHS)

TV: 'What happened here is unknown.

But over 13 years ago, two bodies
were buried in this garden,

only discovered by police
on Thursday.

Officers were led to the house after
receiving information last week

about an alleged incident
in the late 1990s.'

TV: 'Our enquiries have confirmed
that in 1998

an elderly couple named
William and Patricia Wycherley

resided at the address in question.

We have been in contact
with former neighbours

and relatives of the Wycherleys,
and they've painted a picture

of a quiet couple who kept
themselves to their selves

and who appeared to have very few
close friends or associates...'

I didn't finish that crossword.

Oh, well. We can have
another look at it later.

I've pressed your suit for you.

Thank you.

In case you get a second interview
for that job.

I won't get a second interview.
It's been a week.

Now, why would you say that?
Why would you give up -
Because it was a terrible interview!

They've all been terrible.

It was a waste of time
and it was humiliating.

Have the...police
replied to your message?

No, they haven't.

And to tell you the truth...

..I just think that the more we run,
the more guilty we'll seem.

They won't believe us.

I'm going for a shower.

Forensics confirms
that one of the bodies is male,

the other is female.

We recovered two .38 calibre bullets

from each of the wrappings
around the body.

Looks most likely that both
were shot twice in the chest
using the same weapon.

Obviously, we are yet to hear
any more from the Edwardses

but I think it's fair to say
that whoever killed these people
probably killed them on purpose.

(FINGERS SQUEAKING ON GLASS)

Bon appetit.

Thank you.

Mm.
(SHE CHUCKLES)

(TEARFULLY) Sorry, Chris.

Why? What's the matter?
I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault.
Hey.

No, it's not, Susan.
It is.

It's not your fault.
Don't you ever think that.

I've ruined your life.
Oh, you... (LAUGHS)

You haven't ruined my life.

How can you say such a thing?

Because...
You ARE my life.

You're my whole life.
You know that.

Come on, now.

Everything's gonna be just...fine.

Everything's gonna be all right.

OK, baby?

I promise.

(TENSE SOUNDTRACK MUSIC)

CHRIS: 'Dear DCI Collier,

we note the growing notoriety
of your inquest,

and possible assumptions
about our involvement.

We have therefore decided
to return to England immediately.

We prefer this approach
rather than to leave ourselves open

to a surprise arrest,

since my wife is already
sufficiently frightened.'

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Sorry to interrupt

but this just came in
from Christopher Edwards, sir.

You, get me London.
Yes, sir.

You, get me the British Transport
- Police asap.
- On it, sir.

Emma, where the fuck are you?

Later this evening, my wife and I
will board the Eurostar

and surrender ourselves to the
authorities at St Pancras Station.

We do have one small favour
to ask.

'Since same-day tickets
are so pricey,

and we find ourselves
a bit short of funds at the moment,

could you be so kind
as to arrange tickets for us

on the 23:34 departure from Lille?

We should then arrive
shortly before midnight

if there are no delays.

Yours sincerely,
Christopher Edwards.'

EMMA: Tickets booked, sir.
Coach 5, seats 61 and 62.

Brilliant. Get in the back.
What?

I'm not getting in the fucking back.
Are you joking?

Can you just bear with a sec?
Come on. Fuck's sake.

Can you let me in?
It's a child lock or summat.

For God sake. The country's
finest spring into action.

Right. What were you saying?
Buckle up.

I do beg your pardon.
I needed to sort something out.

(SIRENS START WAILING)

(GENTLY) Come on, love.

Susan, we really need
to get that train.

Please?

(STATION ANNOUNCEMENT IN BACKGROUND)

It's not so bad
now we're on our way, is it?

Feel quite calm, actually.

You know, I think it's good
that you spoke to Tabitha

and that she told the police.

It's about time they knew, isn't it?
They ought to know.

And what have we got to worry about?

We know what happened.

We just have to stick to the plan
and tell them. Don't we?

Like we've been saying,
stick to the plan.

That's right, darling.

Stick to the plan.

How much money have you got?

Not much.
How much?

About...two euros something.

I've got one and a bit.

Hand it over.

Might as well use it up!

(LAUGHS)

'Do you know what I find weird,
though, is those long scotch eggs.'

D'you know the ones
you get at service stations?

Oh, my God, yeah. It's all powdered.

First time I saw it,
I was like, show me the chicken
that laid that egg.

Do you know what I mean?

Did you say something, Emma?

What?

Just saying about those long
scotch eggs - service stations.

Like, show me the chicken
that laid THAT.

Cos it's a weird egg.

Fuck's sake, is this thing on?

(GROANS)

(TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT IN FRENCH)

Hey.

Guess who I thought I just saw
in the buffet car.

Who?
Gerard.

Depardieu?
Yes, Gerard Depardieu.

He was heading over
from Business Class and I thought,
"Oh, my goodness, that's him!"

But it wasn't?

No. Can't have been, can it?

No, it was just someone
who looked like him.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(DISTORTED TRAIN WHISTLE)

(OPERATIC SINGING)

(STEAM TRAIN CHUGGING)

(MUFFLED RAISED VOICES)
Fucking saying!

I am just spending a few seconds
with my own bloody daughter!

What do you need?
Just get down the staircase!

Go on, just get up to your bedroom!

Oh, Chris.

(SNIFFLES)

It's all right.

I'm stronger than I look.

Chris, I don't think
I can say goodbye to you.

No-one is saying goodbye, my love.

There are no goodbyes between us.

I'll never leave you.

You know that.

Never.

Give me your passport.

Are you ready, darling?

Suppose so.

(SIRENS WAILING)

DCI Collier, Nottingham Police.
I'm the SIO.

'The next train to arrive
at Platform 11

will be the 23:34 Eurostar...'
Right, I'll take up here.

I'll go up around.

You got eyes on them, Paul? Over.

SUSAN: 'Where did they say
to meet them?'

By the south-west exit
of the St Pancras Hotel car park,

which I think is this way.

COLLIER: 'Paul, come in.
Have you got eyes on them? Over.'

Not yet, sir, but eyes peeled. Over.

Sorry. Excuse me. Terribly sorry.

I think I might have spotted them,
sir.

What are they doing?

They're just sort of walking, sir.
In your direction.

Over.

CHRIS: Remember, one step at a time,
like we said.

They arrest us,
they read us our rights.

We know what we're gonna say.

We've gone through it
a thousand times, and we're ready.

But don't say a word
without a solicitor.

Right?
Yes.

And remember, if you don't like
the first one they offer,

ask to meet another.

You're in charge.

Then come the police interviews.

They'll try to confuse you,
but don't let them.

Just tell our story
simply and calmly.

No need to make anything up.
Just tell them the truth.

Yes, just tell them the truth.

Good evening.

'Susan and Christopher Edwards might
have seemed like an ordinary couple

but together they had carried
a sinister secret

for over 15 years.'

'Buried in the rear garden of this
unassuming Mansfield property

were the bodies of Susan's parents.'

'Remains found last month
are believed to be those
of William and Patricia Wycherley.'

'Buried in the back garden
of a semi-detached house

at Forest Town in Mansfield
following a tip off,

police make a grim discovery.'

'One woman said she knew
of an elderly couple

who were here in the '90s.

One day, they just disappeared.

Everyone assumed
that they'd emigrated

and no-one thought anything of it.'

'A post-mortem examination revealed
they'd both been shot twice

with a revolver
similar to this one.

In panic, the Edwards fled to France

before eventually
contacting police in the UK

when they ran out of money.

In an email,
Christopher Edwards wrote,

"We're going to surrender ourselves
to the UK authorities."'

'Late last night,
at St Pancras Station,

husband and wife Susan
and Christopher Edwards...'

'..were arrested
on suspicion of murder...'

'..on their return from France.'

'They have since been escorted
back to Nottinghamshire

where they'll be held in custody
for the next 24 hours

to be questioned by police.'

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