Susan looked at the detective, her eyes glazed but fiercely determined. She straightened her cardigan and folded her hands neatly on the table.
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 The harsh fluorescent hum had been replaced by the rich, sweeping violins of a classic Hollywood orchestra. "Landscapers" Episode #1.2(2021)
Suddenly, the music screeched to a halt. The steam cleared, dissolving back into the sterile grey walls of the interrogation room. Susan looked at the detective, her eyes glazed
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. She was no longer wearing her drab, oversized wool cardigan
Susan blinked. Detective Lancing was still staring at her, her pen poised over her notepad.
"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'?"