'The following programme contains strong language.'
Action! Rain!
Background action!
Action!
Ah...
Ah, shit.
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.
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.
OK.
Er, if you use the card, it must be 170, madame.
Oh, OK.
Merci. Merci a vous.
Salut, mon cher.
Hello, darling. That's a nice greeting.
Good morning? Erm...
Yes, OK, I think.
Lovely!
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.
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.
Christopher Edwards?
Oui. Je suis present!
Bonne chance, mes amis.
Vous pouvez repeter la question?
S'il vous plait.
Go on, Chris. You can do it.
'"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."'
'(PHONE RINGING TONE)'
'Hello!' '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...
..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.
'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.'
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.
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.'
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.'
Sir? 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.
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...
Yeah. That's it there - number seven.
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.
Just don't make a scene. Why would I make a scene?
Because you're a twat. You're a twat.
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?
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...
Oh!
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.
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?
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.
'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.'
There's gonna be fighting when Kane and Miller meet...
and somebody's gonna get hurt, that's for sure.
'Everything ready?' 'Just the way you want it, Frank.'
Yeah, we got your gun over here.
Let's get started, then.
'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.
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.'
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.
'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.'
'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.
Bon appetit.
Thank you.
Mm.
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...
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.
'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.'
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.'
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.
Come on, love.
Susan, we really need to get that train.
Please?
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!
'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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
'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.
'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.
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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