"landscapers" Episode #1.2(2021) Today

Susan blinked. Detective Lancing was still staring at her, her pen poised over her notepad.

"Susan?" Lancing asked, snapping her fingers lightly. "Are you listening to me? I asked you who pulled the trigger."

Susan stood on a foggy train platform, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and steam. The lighting was no longer harsh; it was high-contrast, beautiful black-and-white. She looked down at her feet and saw high-heeled pumps, perfectly polished. "Landscapers" Episode #1.2(2021)

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 The harsh fluorescent hum had been replaced by the rich, sweeping violins of a classic Hollywood orchestra.

"Don't let them rewrite our story, my darling," Christopher said, his voice deep and smooth, echoing like a movie star from the golden age. "They don't understand. They can never understand what we have." Susan blinked

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."

The interrogation room was painted a color that could only be described as municipal despair. A flickering fluorescent light hummed at a frequency that vibrated right at the base of Susan’s skull. Across the metal table sat Detective Lancing, tapping a plastic ballpoint pen against her notepad. "Are you listening to me

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.