All language subtitles for Landscapers.S01E03_English

All right.

So, tell us
what brings you here today.

What brings me here today?

Um... Well...

Um...
Anyone really.

Uh--

Uh, I-- I like to read,
which I suppose makes sense.

I'm-- I'm a librarian.

So anyone interested in books,
um, I suppose.

Uh, I like films.

I love going to the cinema.
I like old films especially.

I like, uh, romantic films,
um, French films.

Oh, I love old Westerns.

I used to watch those
with my grandfather.

CHRISTOPHER:
The older ones, uh,

Some Like It Hot, uh,
the golden age.

Oh, though I do like--
oh, what's he called?

Gérard Depardieu.

Um, yeah, there's something
about him I find quite...

interesting.

SUSAN EDWARDS:
John Wayne films, uh...

Uh... I love that film
High Noon.

Anything with Gary Cooper in it.

If you could just
tell us a bit more about

who you are... as a person.

- Who I am?

INTERVIEWER:
Yeah, you know,

just what sort of person
do you think you are deep down.

Deep down.
That's quite tricky, isn't it?

Uh...

Sorry.

Um...

I-- I sup-- I'm...

It's okay.
Take your time.

I, um...

Sorry, I didn't expect you
to ask me that.

- That's okay.

He was often...
very proud, very stubborn.

Smart boy in many ways.

Could've gone to university.

But he just wasn't motivated
in that way.

Hard working,
but not always productive,

if you know what I mean.

And he didn't want to leave
his mother, was the other thing.

Or his brother.

PAUL WILKIE:
So he was close to his mom.

And his brother. Was it David?

Yes.

Yes, it was David.

What about his, um...

his relationship
with the victims,

the, uh, Wycherleys?

I only met
the Wycherleys once.

At the wedding.

Well, the mother anyway.

The father
I don't remember that much.

But Chris never really
spoke to me

about that kind of thing.

And the truth is, he and I never
spoke much about anything

after he and Susan got married.

They both just disappeared
into their own world.

How do you mean?

Well, they're neither of them
built for this one,

are they?

If you told me that
they'd beamed their way in

on little spaceships,

I'd have half a mind
to believe you.

Oh, don't tell me
I'm onto something.

Are they aliens?

So, this, um...

this-- this might seem
like a stupid question,

but can I ask you
about the word "fragile"?

Chris, he-- he often refers
to Susan as "fragile" in his--

in his emails
and in conversation.

Yes.

Yes, he does.

Just wondering
what that's about, I guess.

If you want to understand
my stepson,

you should know
that he has always found himself

someone like that.

Someone fragile, if you like.

Whether it be his mother
or his brother.

It's not my story to tell,
I'm afraid.

But they both died
before their time.

Put it that way.

And Chris took it
very, very hard.

Especially when David went.

Never seen a man
weep like that before.

Quite harrowing, actually.

It's one of the only times
I ever held him.

He's a lot bigger than me,
but my goodness,

did he feel small.

But that's Chris, you see.

He's always trying
to save someone.

And he never manages to do it.

Would you like me to make you
a cup of tea?

No, thanks.

I'll be all right in a minute.

Okay.

Let me know
if you change your mind.

Yes, please, actually.

Two sugars, please.

- Need a bit of a pick-me-up.
- Coming right up!

"Dear Gérard Depardieu...

My husband and I
are huge fans of your work,

particularly the dramas,
though we also think

you're an excellent
comedic actor.

I am writing
to ask you most humbly

for a signed photograph.

I would love to give this
to my husband Chris

to lift his spirits,

as he has recently
been bereaved.

He tragically lost
his dear brother David

several months ago,

and has been inconsolable
ever since.

I know that a message
and a gift from you

would give him strength.

We live in England,
but we love France.

We think you live in
the most romantic country

in the world.

Un grand merci in advance,
Mr. Depardieu.

Yours faithfully,
Susan Edwards."

Susan's at her parents'
house in Mansfield

without Chris.
He's back in London.

Her mother, Patricia Wycherley,
possible drink problem.

Her father, William, was
sexually abusive towards Susan.

- Allegedly.
- Let's assume it's true.

Patricia shoots her husband.
She's pissed. Some kind of row.

Bang, bang. First question,
why has Patricia got a gun?

Patricia drops the gun.
Susan picks it up.

Patricia says horrible things
to Susan. Winds her up.

Bang, bang again.

Oops. Mom's dead, too.

And that's when she cannellonies
her parents in a blanket

and leaves them under the bed
for a week.

Correct, sir.
Then she gets the coach

back down to London.

Tells her husband the parents
are off to Blackpool,

so they need to house-sit.

- They head back up to Mansfield.
- Fish supper.

WILKIE:
Susan can't take it anymore.

Spills the beans.
Husband digs a massive hole,

buries both bodies
in the garden.

And we think
that's a load of old...

- Bullshit.
- Good.

So, first task is to prove
that it's rubbish.

Second task is to work out
what actually happened.

Was it premeditated?

Are we looking
at joint enterprise?

If so, how do we convince
the CPS?

For the record,
I'm placing evidence

- from Catalogue A on the table.

Gary Cooper.

President Eisenhower.

John Wayne.

Kirk Douglas.

- Sir Winston Churchill.
- Charles de Gaulle.

Personal correspondence
with the actor Gérard Depardieu.

Ah, yes, Gérard.

Be very careful with those,
please.

Are you friends with him,
Mr. Edwards?

Not exactly.
Susan wrote to him once

and we just stayed in touch.

All right.

These are all glamorous men,
aren't they?

Heroic men.

How do you fit into that?

This is all you brought back
with you from France?

It's all you've got left,
isn't it?

No money in the bank.
No other assets to speak of.

Half of it bought
behind your back

with credit cards
you had to work to pay off.

She was using money
you had earned to buy tat.

Look...

this...

may not be to your taste,
but it is not tat.

Some of these
are highly sought after

and very rare.

Actually,
Susan has immaculate taste

when it comes to things
like this.

Seven hundred quid.

Don't know what you paid for it,

but we've had it appraised
at 700.

It is, I'm afraid,
what we call in the business,

a big old pile of useless tat.

You're lying.

- I can do that.

It's all right, love.

We've, uh--

- We've got some, have we?
- In the spice drawer.

- Oh! Damn it.

The top's come off!
They've gone everywhere.

- No, no, no.

You finish your eggs in peace.
It's my mess.

Dustpan's under the sink.

You all right?

No, uh... they've scurried
into all the nooks and corners.

I'm gonna need the hoover.

Oh, no, I can do that.
It's a bit of a jumble.

I'm not a baby, Susan.
And it's hardly a jumble.

What are these?

This is a lot of money, Susan.

It's an investment.
We can sell it.

Picture Show Magazine,
four hundred pounds!

It's signed
by Gary Cooper!

That's not the point.
We don't have this money.

We've never had this money!
I don't earn enough.

I was gonna tell you
about that one.

CHRISTOPHER:
"Dear Mr. Wycherley--"

This is to your father.

Look, I can explain.

CHRISTOPHER:
"As you're about to turn 100,

we at the Department for Work
and Pensions

would like to visit you
at the above address

to conduct
an in-person interview."

Yeah. But it-- it's okay.

How is it okay?

We've told them
he's living with us.

He isn't, is he?

No, but I wrote to them
and I asked them to delay.

It doesn't matter
how long we wait, Susan.

Your father's never going to
attend this interview,

- is he?
- I know that.

What did you think
was gonna happen? Hey?

Why did you hide this letter
from me?

It's a compulsion.

It's her way of dealing
with things that, uh...

It's like she's trying to
buy back the happiness

that her parents
stole away from her.

But that was
when she was a child.

Three decades earlier.
She's a grown woman now.

I assume you're trying
to goad me into something

by deliberately oversimplifying,

but it's clear
that these experiences

are not--
You can't just shake them off.

And besides,
William and Patricia

never stopped being horrible
to her.

They never stopped
trying to take

every chance of happiness
away from her.

EMMA LANCING:
You must have hated them.

Well, no. I tried not to.
This was very difficult.

Actually, I tried
not to get involved.

So what did
they do, then? How did they
steal her happiness?

Well, they were abusive
to her verbally.

They constantly
undermined her confidence.

And actually, on one occasion,
they literally stole from her.

- What I mean is they were--
- They literally stole from her?

In a way, yes.
That's just a small example,

but what I mean is they were--
in general, they...

they were not all nice to her.

What did they steal from her,
Chris?

Oh, look, steal--
"Stole," that's an exaggeration.

What I mean is, Susan--

This is the power
they had over her.

She gave it to them
quite willingly as a gift.

Because she wanted them
to like her,

- which I never understood--
- A gift of what?

- CHRISTOPHER:
Well, money essentially.
- Well, when was this?

Oh, I can't remember,
it was that long ago.

Maybe the late... '80s?

And it wasn't money as such,
it was that--

Look, they had shared ownership
in a house.

Susan and I were married now,
so we moved into my flat,

and they, the-- the--
the Wy-- Wycherleys, they...

Well, they thought
it'd be better if...

If Susan just handed
over her share to them?

Oh...

Susan had
helped them buy it

some years previously,
so her name was on the deeds.

She helped them buy it?

Yes, they, uh...

Hi!

CHRISTOPHER:
She'd received an inheritance

from her grandfather
on her mother's side.

Actually, he was the one
who got her

into all the old Western movies.

He was a war hero,
and somewhat confusingly

about the same age
as William, her dad.

So William hated him,
of course,

but then William
seemed to hate everyone.

- William, good to see you.
- Likewise, likewise.

Yeah. Go on through.

PATRICIA WYCHERLEY:
Oh.

And so...

did her mom not inherit
anything herself, then?

Well, no,
that was the tricky thing.

I suppose because of
the animosity with William,

her father didn't want William
to get his hands on it.

So he just left it all
to Susan.

Chris, perhaps
you could take William off

for a port.

We don't have any port.

Or something.
You know?

Leave us girls
to have a little catch-up.

- What's your poison, William?

- My wife.
- Ha!

You have no idea
how awful it is.

My life shouldn't have been
like this, Susan.

I used to have friends.
Used to laugh.

Oh, Mom. It's not so bad.
You've still got me.

You've no fucking idea, Susan.

You've escaped.
I'm stuck with him.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry, Susan.

I'm not myself.

- How's your organ?

Broken.

Patricia hammering away on it
with her fat fingers.

CHRISTOPHER:
I'm going for a pee.

Do you want anything
while I'm up?

Again?

You've got the bladder
of a mouse. A lady mouse.

That was my money.
He was my father, Susan!

Oh, you can be a thoughtless
little bitch sometimes.

I'm sorry, Susan.

I never mean to hurt you.

You know that, don't you?

Will you consider it?

Give your poor old mother
a bit of peace?

Just consider it a loan.

That's all it is.

A simple loan.

- So she signs it over.
- Yes.

And what happens
to the house?

Well, it's all
too predictable, I'm afraid.

Before the ink is dry
on the transfer deeds,

they sell the house,

for a very healthy profit,
I might add,

and they sod off
up to Mansfield.

- To Mansfield?
- Yes.

Gosh, I can see
how that might've exercised you.

Well, no. I'm not--
I-- I wasn't exercised.

I was more regretful, I suppose.
But one tries to rise above it.

Please don't be angry
with me--

How can you be so stupid?

It's your money! It's our money!

And you just let them take it

like they've taken every
other bloody thing from you!

They promised
they wouldn't sell it.

Their promises
are worth nothing, Susan!

Of course
they're gonna sell it.

They're liars.
The whole lot of you are liars!

Why can't you ever learn, Susan?

DOUGLAS HYLTON:
Tell you what, why don't we

do something else for a bit?
We could play I Spy.

Um, there's about five things
in this room.

Or we could play cards. Uh--
I don't have any cards.

Or we could chat, you know?

I guess the point is
to keep your mind off things

for a bit, so it's not gonna...

- What about your life?
- Uh-- uh-- Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

Or we could play that game
where it's like, um,

the first letter
is the last letter

- of the word before--
- What's your father like?

Uh...

My dad, um...

My dad wasn't around much.

Which is kind of a cliché,
I guess, but it's true.

- What about your mom?
- I love my mom.

She's amazing.

And a wife?

I've got a girlfriend.

And you know what,
actually, um...

last night, on my way home,
I-- I was--

I was thinking about...

the way you talk about Chris.

I hope she talks about me
that way.

Like how you--
you stick up for him and stuff.

See, I don't know.
Um-- I don't know.

That's real... isn't it?

You really love him.

- Sorry.

She didn't step up
to the plate like you hoped.

You wanted her to stand up
for herself,

- but she's refused to change.
- No. She wanted to.

She tried to. But she couldn't.

So it should have been
you stepping up to the plate.

Well, I couldn't know
what the Wycherleys were up to.

- It's her business--
- You were
watching telly with the man

who'd sexually abused
your wife as a child,

while your mother-in-law
stole her inheritance.

- I think that is
unfairly reductive.
- And on that night,

when the Wycherleys
were shot and killed,

you did exactly
the same thing, didn't you?

You abandoned Susan
to her parents.

- No, I did not.
- You let her go alone

up to Mansfield
to visit the two people

she hated most in the world,
and look what happened to her.

Unless that is when you see it.

That Susan
is never gonna change.

That she can't suddenly
start standing up for herself.

And that's when you realize
that you have to.

I was not in Mansfield

the weekend
the Wycherleys were killed.

I wish I was.
I might have been able

to prevent this from happening.

But I was in Dagenham.

Here we go.

For the record,
I'm showing the suspect

item PW-56.

Paid another visit
to your stepmother today, Chris.

And, um...

she leant us this box of photos.

Is that your mother-in-law
Patricia?

Yes.

Where's William?

He, uh, he didn't come.

He didn't approve of me
marrying his daughter...

for some reason.

And, uh, did that--
did that hurt?

Not really.

Is that your mom Ange?

Yes.

And is that
your brother David?

Mm, yes.

So, um, Emma and I
had a chat, and...

we don't wanna put you
through something

which is obviously very painful,

but the feeling is,
is that this, um...

history, if you like,
it may be relevant to the case.

So do you mind if we ask you
a couple more questions?

Look, Chris,
my dad's a drinker,

so I've got fragile
in the family as well.

And don't get me wrong,
I love my dad.

But by God is he exhausting.

Every time the phone rings...

I know it's gonna be some
kind of drama.

But do you know
what makes me angrier

than anything else?

Watching my mom
pour all her energy

into worrying.

They're not even together
anymore.

And yet still,
every decision she makes

revolves around him
and his drinking.

And I've told her
a million times...

"Let it go.

It's not worth it."

Because some people
are beyond help,

aren't they, really?

Let's face it.

Stop trying to help people
who can't be helped.

Look where it's got you both.

I don't agree with you.

I don't agree
that anyone's beyond help.

Nobody's beyond help
in this world.

That's the whole point...
of this world.

Not my mother.

Not David.
And certainly not Susan.

I wasn't trying to save
my mother or save my brother.

I was trying to love them.

And that's all I've ever done
with Susan, is love her.

But how's she's gonna
explain to a jury

that she cleared out
her parents' bank account

the day after
they were shot dead?

No one's gonna buy
she was provoked.

She's going down
for double murder, Chris.

And the fact that you love her

is really not gonna change
anything.

She didn't shoot them both.
She couldn't have.

- Yes, she could.
- No, she couldn't.

The nature of
the bullet wounds

strongly indicate that whoever
shot William also shot--

She couldn't have done it.
She couldn't have done it.

She's terrified of guns.

What do you mean,
she's terrified of guns?

Oh, Susan.

Look...

I know what this is going
to look like.

But I have to stand up
for my wife.

I know she couldn't have killed
them both.

I know she was terrified
of guns,

because I used to belong
to a gun club.

I used to own guns myself,
in fact. I owned two pistols...

- ...both of which I got rid of
long before the Wycherleys died,

before the Dunblane law even,

when I would've had to
turn them in anyway.

But I dragged Susan along
to the range once or twice,

and she couldn't even bring
herself to touch a gun,

much less shoot one.
So I know...

that she could never have killed
two people with a gun.

She could never
have contemplated

killing two people with a gun.
That is impossible!

LANCING:
So... that awful weekend in May

when you were alone, you say,
your parents are dead,

you're up all night wondering
how to dispose of the bodies,

what to do with the gun,
sleeping in that house,

and then going and opening
that bank account.

That's a lot for anyone
to go through, Susan.

And for someone fragile
like you...

- Can I ask that you
get to the point, please?
- LANCING: Okay.

- My client
is pretty exhausted already...
- LANCING: Oh, really?

...from waiting all day, so
I think the least you can do

- is to be concise.
- Yeah.

The point is, Susan,
we can't imagine you

going through it on your own.
We think Chris helped you.

Which means that we're not
asking for manslaughter,

we're recommending murder

- for both of you.
- No.

We think Chris
was with you that first weekend,

probably the only weekend,

and you murdered them together,
and then he buried them.

- No.
- What are you basing this on?

You both felt
you were owed money

- from that house, didn't you?
- No, uh-- the house?

In Edgeware,
the one they stole from you,

to quote your husband.

Let me tell you
what our report's gonna say,

uh, see if
it makes sense to you.

- Come on, Susan.
- Uh...

- Sorry, but I have to object.
- You too, this way.

- Where are you going?
- What's happening?

- Shall I bring the camera, Emma?
- No, it's okay, Paul, leave it.

Susan,
you don't have to follow them.

- Where are you going?
- Susan!

- Chop chop!
- You don't have to
go with them.

You can come back, Susan.

- No--
- Grant, come on.

Excuse me.

- Sorry.
- Sorry. Excuse me.

No! Where are you going?

- No!
- Susan! Susan!

Good evening, you two.

You're looking fresher
than when I last saw you.

Oh, stop it. Isn't she funny?

Where shall I stand?

Or-- Or-- Or shall I sit?

- Shall-- Shall I plug in?
- Nah, you're all right.

- Ah.

- Come through.
- No, 'cause this is silly.

Oh, hello, darlings!
Don't you look lovely.

Come in, come in.

- Hello, my girl.
- Fuck you, Dad!

No, I wouldn't say that
because I don't swear.

William, good to see you.

Yeah, good--
good to see you too.

Oh, why are you squeezing
my hand so hard?

Because of what you did my wife.

Um, that's a bit much,
don't you think?

You have to believe me,
this is not how it happened.

No, it didn't--
it didn't happen like this!

I keep telling you,
Chris wasn't there!

- Hello, darling.
- What are you doing?

Mr. Wycherley? Excuse me, sir.
Would you mind getting up?

Delighted.

Unless one of you tells us,
Susan,

we're never gonna know exactly
what happened,

whether you're all having
a nice time,

or you're all having a row,
or what.

But sooner or later,
you had them both up here

in the bedroom.

Right, can you give me the...

There you go.

- Now? Okay.
- Go on.

Actually, William and Patricia?

- Yes, ma'am?
- This is ridiculous.

Could you get into bed, please,
and go to sleep?

That makes more sense.

That's a good note.
Thank you, officer.

Patricia would probably
be sleeping

quite lightly, I think,
because of her back pain.

- Yeah, okay.

Right, all yours, Chris.

Whoa! Sorry.

No, just don't worry about that.

Right, yes. Uh...

We think
Chris was with you

that first weekend,
probably the only weekend.

And you murdered them together.

Then over the next couple
of days, he buried the bodies--

No, that was the following
weekend, not that one.

The weekend
of the Eurovision Song Contest.

Because we stayed up
to watch it on television

while our neighbors
went to bed,

so we could bury the bodies.

And I remember it
because it was the year

- that Dana International won--
- Dana Inter--

You never give up, do you?

Chris informed us
that he used to have

a couple of revolvers,
.38s as it happens.

- Susan, Susan.
- No.

You're within your rights
to take five to discuss this.

That was a long time ago.
He got rid of them.

He says you couldn't stand guns.

That's right,
I couldn't, I was--

Terrified of them.
Yeah, that's what he said.

Couldn't even bring yourself
to touch one.

You don't think
that's his way of telling us

- that he did the shooting?
- No!

Kind of like when he called
his stepmother perhaps.

No, no.
He's not confessing to anything!

- Susan.
- What?

Are you sure you don't
wanna take five to discuss this?

What difference would that make?

Because I can-- I can advise
you on how best to--

How to what?

There's a lot going on.
There's a lot being discussed.

No, we are not murderers!
She's calling me a murderer!

And I don't know
what he was thinking,

telling you about his guns.
That was-- That's not clever.

But doesn't it just show you,

like when he called
his stepmother,

which he was very hurt by,
by the way she betrayed him,

that does show you
that he has nothing to hide!

And if you want to know
where the gun came from,

it was--
it was my father's, actually.

And you're gonna think
this is a lie, but--

but he actually was fascinated
by fascist iconography

- and Nazis. And this is--
- Susan.

This is the truth!
You have to believe me.

And he had a collection
in a cabinet,

and we got rid of them all

because we didn't like
having them in the house,

so we got rid of everything.
You have to believe me. Please.

Are you done?

In truth, it no longer matters
what I believe.

We're gonna stop there, Susan.
Thank you.

We're going to prison.

My Chris is going to prison,
and I'll never see him again.

You can get
through this, Susan.

Um-- You have to stay calm.
It's-- it's...

There's a whole trial yet, okay?
You have to trust me.

When will I see Chris again?

Uh-- Uh--
Maybe not for a while, but--

I mean, look, if the trial
does happen,

I'll make sure
he finds a really good lawyer,

and look, if you do get charged
and prison does happen,

for either one of you,

once you get your head
around it,

it's-- it's not so bad, okay?

It's-- It's actually
a lot more comfortable

than being in here.

- You just have to trust me--
- I don't trust you!

And I don't trust anyone
except Chris.

Fair enough.
I get it, I get it.

And I know--
I know you're upset. I just--

I'm very sorry, but you have to
keep it together, okay?

- I get it. Honestly, I do--
- You don't get it!

- You don't. You don't get it!
- Susan. I-- I--

Why didn't you stop them?
You didn't do anything!

I'm sorry if you're not happy
with how I represented you,

but it's-- it's a big case
for me, Susan,

and I just-- I-- I didn't know.
I didn't know about the house.

I didn't know
about the bank account.

I didn't know about Chris
and his guns.

- You didn't tell me--
- I wasn't supposed to tell you!

So why would--
why would I tell you?

- Yeah, okay.
- Stupid Chris.

What is he doing?

Look, he's been in questioning
for two days straight

without support.
It-- it's tough, Susan.

People break.
It is so tough.

Um, okay, okay, listen,
so, I don't normally tell

anybody about this,
or at least not my clients,

because, well, I'm not really
proud of it, but...

if it makes you feel any better,

I have-- I've--
I've been to prison.

Yeah, I know, but it's true.
And-- And...

Okay, it was when I was younger,
silly stuff, uh,

getting into fights and so on.
But look, I had my mom.

And I had my girl.
The same way you have Chris.

- And now, here I am.
- That's not the same thing.

What--

- What's not the same thing?
- It's not the same thing!

- It's not the same thing!

SUSAN:
Chris is the only thing I love.

And I can't lose--
I can't lose him.

I can't.

- All right!

All right, calm down.
You're not getting

- a table dance.

Obviously, a lot of hard graft
has gone into this,

including all you lot
behind the scenes.

But I think we can all agree

that DC Lancing
and DC Wilkie

- have done us proud.
- Howdy, sheriff.

Fair fucks to you,
Emma. Balls of steel.

We can be pretty confident now
that the story

that pair of vampires
came in with

is as fairy tale
as Father-fucking-Christmas.

- Except Santa never killed
anyone, as far as we know.

Nah, well, we ain't
caught him yet, anyway.

But on a serious note...

the hope is
that because of our work,

a double murder has been solved
and two cold-hearted criminals

will be brought to justice.
And that's what it's all about.

That's what gets me up
in the morning.

And that's why I love this job.

If the lawyers don't fuck it up.

- That's right, Paul.

It's all down to them
wiggy bloody penguins now.

That's why they get paid
the big bucks, is it?

- So, anyway, good work.

Let's have a few drinks.

Big case,
but on to the next one.

- Come on now.
- To justice.

To justice!

Right. Good work.

"Dear Chris,
thank you for the kind letter

requesting a signed photograph,

which I include
in this envelope.

I cannot imagine the pain
that you are suffering

at the moment.

And I wish
that I could take it away."

- LANCING'S DAD: Hello?
- Hiya, Dad.

LANCING'S DAD:
Is that you, Ducky?

Yeah. You all right?

LANCING'S DAD: Yeah,
I'm all right. Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

LANCING'S DAD:
Well, this is a nice surprise.

"In life,
there are moments of darkness.

I have experienced many
in my life too.

But I know
there will always be some hope

to come around the corner.

My dear Chris,
at times of darkness,

it is natural to grieve.
But you must not despair.

Your beautiful brother David
is in heaven,

amongst the angels,
where there is only light.

And you will see him once more
in this place.

Please write to me again.

I would be very happy
to be your friend.

Yours sincerely,
Gérard Depardieu."

I can't believe it.

I can't believe...

that someone like that
would write to people like us,

can you?

Yeah,
it's definitely surprising.

What an extraordinary gesture.
What an extraordinary man.

Yeah.

Has it made you feel better?

I think it has.

It's made me feel like
there's some good in the world,

and it's important
to be reminded of that

- every now and again, isn't it?
- Yeah, definitely.

Gérard Depardieu,
friends with the likes of us.

Can I tell you a secret?

A secret?

When I was a little girl,

and I used to go for walks
sometimes on my own

just to get away
from Mom and Dad

when they were fighting
or, you know...

there was this horse
I used to go and look at

every now and then.

And I never knew whose it was,

but he'd just stand around
in his bit of field by the road,

eating the grass and...
getting on with his day.

And-- And I'd talk to him
sometimes.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

- Out loud?
- Yeah. I called it Susan.

- You didn't.
- I did.

And I'd say, "Hello, Susan.
How are you today?

I hope you're enjoying
your lovely grass.

Oh, it's windy today,
isn't it, Susan?"

- And stuff like that.

And then when I get home,
I'd sit on the sofa like this...

and I'd look at the back.
And you see where the--

the line meets the wall...
Can you see? Like a horizon.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

And I used to imagine
that the wall was the sky,

and that this was a great, big,
dusty plain like in the films.

And then I'd picture
a tiny, little Susan

galloping and galloping
for hours.

And I used to sit
and imagine it.

Can you see?

Yes, I can.

Yeah.

That's my life, isn't it, Chris?
That horse.

I suppose it is. Yes.

And now, since I've met you,
I imagine you on the horse.

- Me?
- Yeah.

And I'm with you.

And we're riding and riding
across the plain,

the wind in our hair.

And I'm holding on to you
as tight as I can.

And then what happens?

Nothing.

Just ride, Chris.

Just ride.

Well... I'm afraid I don't know
how to ride a horse.

But I can learn.

In 2005,
the Edwards faked

signatures on documents.

REPORTER 2:
And around the same time,

the couple's bank account
was drained.

In later years,
the house was sold...

- ...and benefits were claimed
in their names.

They had taken
something in the region

of 300,000 pounds,

and they appear to have spent
every single penny of it.

REPORTER 1:
But the deceit didn't end there.

To cover up what they'd done,

the couple also tricked
friends and family

into thinking the Wycherleys
were still alive.

At this point,
William and Patricia Wycherley

had been dead for 13 years.

But the Edwards eventually
ran out of luck.

- On what would have been

William Wycherley's
100th birthday,

the Department
of Work and Pensions

wrote him a letter
asking to see him.

REPORTER 2:
This was a double murder,

motivated by money.

REPORTER 4:
Motivated by greed.

The Edwards have
insisted they've told the truth.

But police say that from
the moment they were arrested,

the couple had displayed
a heartless attitude.

REPORTER 5:
Christopher and Susan Edwards

will appear before
a Crown Court judge on Monday.