She looked up and saw Christopher. He wasn't the tired, balding, stressed man she had seen in the holding cell. He was her dashing leading man, wearing a fedora tilted perfectly over his eyes. He stepped out of the fog, holding a small bouquet of violets.
"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." "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. She looked up and saw Christopher
"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." He stepped out of the fog, holding a
"Susan?" Lancing asked, snapping her fingers lightly. "Are you listening to me? I asked you who pulled the trigger."
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."
Значимость этих проблем настолько очевидна, что постоянное
Значимость этих проблем настолько очевидна, что постоянное