Susan looked at the detective, her eyes glazed but fiercely determined. She straightened her cardigan and folded her hands neatly on the table.
Should we focus more on and his devotion to Susan?
Lancing leaned forward, casting a long shadow over the table. "You buried them in the back garden, Susan. You and Christopher dug a hole and put them in the dirt like old trash. That's not surviving. That's murder." "Landscapers" Episode #1.2(2021)
The word murder hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Susan felt the walls of the room closing in. The grey paint seemed to bleed away, and the buzzing light grew deafening. She closed her eyes.
"Let's talk about the money again, Susan," Lancing said, her voice dry and stripped of all empathy. "We have the bank records. Why did you keep withdrawing your parents' pension for fifteen years after they 'moved away'?" Susan looked at the detective, her eyes glazed
"Let them think what they want," he replied, pulling her close as the steam from a arriving locomotive swirled around them. "In this world, we are the heroes. We saved each other. That's the only truth that matters."
When she opened them, the cold grey room was gone. She was no longer wearing her drab, oversized wool cardigan. Instead, she was dressed in a pristine, tailored 1940s trench coat. The harsh fluorescent hum had been replaced by the rich, sweeping violins of a classic Hollywood orchestra. Lancing leaned forward, casting a long shadow over the table
Susan smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that never touched her lips in the real world. She took his hand. "They think we are monsters, Chris."