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Action! Rain.

Market Square, action!

Action!

Uh-huh.

Ah... Shit.

Ah.

Uh... Hello? Douglas speaking.

Oh, hello. It's Susan Edwards.

I understand you're being
offered as... as my, um...

Yes, that's right.
My name is Douglas Hylton.

I'll be coming in to help
you tonight, Mrs. Edwards.

Oh, Susan's fine.

Oh. Okay, thanks. Um...

Well, if you'd like,
I'll be representing you

- for the foreseeable...
- Oh, 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...
- Uh... Sorry to interrupt you,

and thank you for calling
me, but I'm actually, uh,

walking to you right now, so if
that could just wait for a minute.

Yeah, I mean, obviously
we regret... I mean...

I mean, we should have done
certain things differently.

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

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

So... So...

So, I can hear you've got
a lot to get off your chest,

but, um, really,

- it's, uh...
- It is just very complicated, Douglas,

and I'm very keen for...

But it's my husband,
really, Chris, he just...

- he shouldn't be here.
- Sus... Susan? Susan?

- Sorry, can I just...
- So I feel, for his sake,

everyone should know
the truth from the outset.

- Uh... Uh... Uh... Susan?
- Yes?

It... It's... It's... It's just...
This isn't a private call

because I'm not actually
your representative yet.

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

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

- Does that make sense?
- I see, yes.

Sorry. Silly old me.

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

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

Sorry to keep you.

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- Bonjour, Madame.
- Bonjour.

Of course,
but I think you mentioned

this one. He's one of your favorites.

- Gary Cooper.
- Oh...

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

- The second Belgian release?
- Mm-hmm.

Aside from everything else.

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

- Two hundred fifty.
- Oh, no, um,

- Francois, it's too much. Sorry.
- How about 200?

I could possibly stretch to 100, but...

Madame... For you, I'll make it 150,

'cause I know this will make you happy

and that makes me happy too.

Okay.

Uh... If you use the card,
it must be 170, madame.

Oh, okay.

- Merci.
- Merci à vous.

Mm-hmm.

Salut, mon cher.

- Hello, darling.
- Mm-hmm.

That's a nice greeting.

- Good morning?
- Um... It's okay, I think.

Lovely.

- I've made sandwiches.
- Thank you.

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

Oh.

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.
- Ah!

- Drink?
- Yes, please.

So, I've got another one this afternoon

which I'm hoping will
go even better. Mmm.

Oh, yes. Look, Chris!

It's just like the one
I had on my bedroom wall

as a little girl...

... that my grandfather brought me.

It wasn't in French, but look!

Same image.

- How much was it?
- Oh, it was nothing.

Twenty 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 Gérard?
- You open it.

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

Hmm.

My God. A hundred euro.

See, crosspatch? Didn't I say?

Things around here are about to change.

Well, it's only a hundred, 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 Gérard
got to say for himself?

Read it out loud. I'm listening.

I'll look at it later.

Susan?

Why don't you, uh...

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 café.

À trois heures, mon amour.

Christopher Edwards?

Oui. Je suis présent.

Bonne chance, mes amis.

Dans cette entreprise, nous sommes fiers

de proposer un service efficace,
courtois et du plus haut standard

non seulement pour notre personnel,
mais aussi professionnel.

Nous offrons nos services
à une grande variété

de cliens, et nous nous agrandissons
de manière constante depuis

plus de vingt ans.

Récemment, nous avons tendance
à embaucher de jeunes et talentueux

individus, ce qui nous permet
de rester à jour non seulement

en terme de technologie,
mais aussi en ce qui concerne

notre manière de penser,
de travailler en général...

c'est pourquoi notre première
question pour vous,

Monsieur Edwards, en tant
que l'un de nos candidats

le plus sénior est la suivante:

que pensez-vous apporter
à cette entreprise

plus que tout autre candidat ?

Vous pouvez répéter 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, Gérard Depardieu.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Is that Tabitha?

Speaking. Who's that?

That's not you, is it Chris?

- Yeah. It's me.
- Chris?

Yes.

Uh... Um...

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

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

- Are you with Susan?
- Yeah.

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

actually.

Yeah, a... a fairly senior
credit control position.

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

the, um, the language barrier,

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

- you know...
- Uh... What am I saying?

There's... There's
this cashflow situation,

um, and believe me, we...
we... We... we're very grateful

for all the help you've
given us in the past.

- Chris?
- Oh, um...

- Is everything okay?
- No, I'm sorry. I'm still here.

Yeah, um...

Uh... It's just, I need you to...

promise me something, Tabitha. Um...

You see, I've... I've... 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, um, 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?

Uh... Because I can't...

I can't let Susan down.

Do you understand?

She's...

She's very, uh, fragile, yes.

Just tell me what
you need, Christopher.

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

So, how was it?

Yes.

It's, uh...

- Yes. Hard to tell, isn't it?
- Yeah. But good, do you think?

Uh... Well, my head's a bit, um...

- but yes.
- Oh, I knew it.

- Do you want a coffee?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, excusez-moi.

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

- Oui, tout de suite.
- 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...

It's not like other times, Susan.

We're... 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 stepmother, Tabitha. She's, uh...

You think? She's family, isn'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 we've done anything wrong.
- The police?

Why would she do that?

I 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.

Thank you for calling
Nottinghamshire Police.

Please leave a message after the tone.

My name is
Doctor Tabitha Edwards.

I'm calling to report
something rather...

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

My stepson just told me
over the telephone...

... that he buried his wife's parents

in a garden near Nottingham
fifteen 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've just received 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 stepson, Christopher.

- When?
- Fifteen years ago.

Fifteen 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.

Rang to ask his stepmom for some money

and then he just sort
of spilled the beans.

- Right. Does he know that we know?
- She's made him aware, yeah.

Just, um, 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 okay.

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,
Chris! 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 for
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!

Yeah.

Let's get this cleared up, shall we?

Then how about a film?

Would you like to watch a film?

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, then?
- 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 are you doing
that? I just rang the bell.

Can you stand a bit further
away from me, please?

What you on about?
I'm not even standing that... 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, uh, wonder if we
could have a quick chat.

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

No, sure. Uh...

Come in. I've 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.
- Yes, assuming you've got a garden.

You what?

Yeah.

Twat.

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

Going on eight years.

Nice neighborhood?

Yeah, it's nice enough.

Pretty quiet, to be honest with you,

but, uh, well, we like it.

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

A elderly couple, apparently.
I'd have to check the, um...

- Wycherley?
- Huh?

Was it, uh...

... William and Patricia Wycherley,
by any chance?

Yeah, rings a bell. Um...

Why? Is this about them?

It wasn't me.

Whatever it is you're
investigating, officers,

it wasn't me.

Hello, there.

That's, uh... 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, officers.

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.

Well, 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 some more bangers?

I think it'd be fair to say

they were slightly peculiar neighbors.

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

No, not much.

- We heard them mostly.
- Yeah.

- 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.

Mm. No. I'm good thanks. These are...

These are really nice. Thank you. Hmm.

So, you can hear quite
well then, can you?

Your neighbors.

Oh, very well.
You can hear everything.

Anything untoward or unusual
while the Wycherleys were here?

Ah, it's just the normal
sort of bickering, I suppose.

Occasional rows.

Oh, they were
quite funny together, mind.

You 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. Yeah.

- For the air.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Big smokers, both of them.
- Left their daughter

and their son-in-law
to look after the place.

- Son-in-law mainly, Chris. Uh...
- And, um,

when would the Wycherleys
have gone to Blackpool?

- Oh, let's see, what, ten?
- Fift...

- Fifteen.
- Fifteen. Fifteen years ago.

Yeah, well before
they actually sold the place.

It were Christopher
who told us they'd gone.

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

Yeah, when they were doing the garden.

- What?
- What about the...

Oh!

Uh... 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, uh,

we joked about it, didn't we?

'Cause we said he's probably
burying his in-laws.

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

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

some kind of clue?

- Let him through. Let him through.
- Go on, you go out.

- Keep going.
- Edward, on your scooter.

Go through. Yeah.

Hold on. Edward, hold on,
wait for your sister.

Dear, Mr. Edwards,

please forgive my
contacting you directly...

but your stepmother,
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 very much 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?
- Sure, just the way you want it, Frank.

Yeah, we've
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.

How many leads do you
have besides the garden?

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 just 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 just stay
there as long as they like?

Yes. He's thick as two short planks

- and he knows that.
- Cheers, mate.

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 back yard, 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 bloody 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, isn'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 stepmom

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

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

And they're not even his parents,

so what's he doing burying
them in the fucking garden?

If...

If he did bury them.

I don't know.

Cause 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 mom always says about relationships

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

Right.

What does that mean?

Don't know.

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, of course, been in contact

with former neighbors 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 assoc...

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-caliber 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 appétit.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Sorry, Chris.

- Wh... 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 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 is gonna be all right.

Okay, 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,

uh, this just came in from
Christopher Edwards, sir.

You, get me London.

Yes, sir.

You, get me the British
Transport Police, ASAP.

Yeah, on it, sir.

Emma, where the fuck are ya?

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 favor 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 five, seats 61 and 62.

Brilliant. Get in the back.

- What?
- I'm not getting in the fucking back.

Are you joking?

Sorry, can you just bear with for a sec?

Come on. Fuck's sake.

- Back door lock might be on.
- Can you let me in?

- It's a child lock or summat.
- Fuck's sake.

The country's finest spring into action.

- Yeah, what were you saying?
- Buckle up. Come on.

I do beg your pardon, we just
needed to sort something else 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 a good
thing that you spoke to Tabitha

and that she told the police.

It's about time they knew, isn't it?

- Hmm.
- 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?

It's those long scotch eggs.
Do you know the ones

that you get at service stations?

Oh, my God, yeah. It's
all powdered, isn't it?

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?

No, just saying about

those long scotch eggs.

Service stations.

Like, "Show me the
chicken that laid that."

- 'Cause it's a weird egg.
- Yeah.

Fuck's sake. Is this thing on?

Hey.

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

- Who?
- Gérard.

- Depardieu?
- Yeah, Gérard 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's just someone
who looked like him.

... fucking saying.

I am just spending a few seconds
alone with my own 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.
- Sir.

I'm the SIO.

The next train
to arrive at platform 11

will be the 23.34...

Right, I'll take up here.

I'll go up and right.

The next train
to arrive at plat...

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 fifteen 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 postmortem 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.