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'The following programme contains strong language.'

'Just 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.

Just don't say a word without a solicitor. Right?

And remember...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.'

'Ah, hello there, Mrs Edwards.'

'Oh, hello. It's Susan Edwards. You're being offered as my, um...?'

'Yes. My name is Douglas Hylton. I'm coming in to help you tonight.'

'Oh, good, because you've heard, I think, that my husband and I

got ourselves into a bit of a pickle.

I know it sounds all rather morbid.' 'Susan. Susan, sorry, can I -'

'So, for his sake, everyone should know the truth from the outset.'

'Susan, this isn't a private call. I'm not your representative yet.

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

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

Does that make sense?' 'I see. Yes, sorry, silly old me.'

Just tell our story simply... and calmly.

No need to make anything up.

Just tell them the truth.

Oh.

Thank you.

Morning, Susan. Oh, you came back, then. (GIGGLES)

How was your night? Oh, you know.

Yeah. First night's the worst. Ah...the waiting.

Yeah. And also just not being with Chris.

Even though he's just down the corridor. Very peculiar.

Yeah. Still, not for long, though.

Huh? Sorry.

Ah! Thank you.

Erm, Douglas, I was wondering...

You know your advice...

about not telling the police anything.

Is that because you don't believe us?

Um, no. It's just to keep it simple, so that we don't get tripped up.

To be honest, it's not my job to have an opinion, really.

My job is to help you.

So, when the police start asking questions, I just ignore them?

You simply let them know you prefer not to answer.

Most people like to go with, "No comment."

"No comment" to everything. At least until we know...more.

You've gotta remember, they've only got until tonight

to convince the CPS that they have enough evidence

to win a trial or get an extension.

If you and Chris don't give them anything, you might go free.

I can't promise, but it does happen.

OK. So, "No comment."

And how do we let Chris know that that's the new plan?

I... Erm, we...we don't.

The police aren't mega-keen on suspects sharing tactics.

It's just Chris never said anything about "no comment".

We agreed that we would just tell our story.

We would never have handed ourselves in if we thought we had something to hide.

OK, erm...

Tell you what...

How about we...

..write a brief statement.

Just the basics.

Your story in your words, very short, which I'll read out.

And after that - "No comment."

Ah, got it. Erm... OK.

So, go for it, as simply as you can.

OK, erm...

The day before my parents' deaths,

I took a National Express coach

from Victoria Coach Station to Mansfield.

It was route number four-five-O - it was then -

Er, Susan, sorry. Could you slow down a bit?

Oh, sorry, sorry. We don't need the routes and so on.

Just the important stuff. Oh, OK.

'Ey up. How you feeling? Fucking wired, mate.

Yeah? Nervous?

Nah, I'm not nervous. I'm wired. There's a difference.

It's like there's a little bit of shit in my pants, but I'm also really excited.

Ah, all power to you, mate.

It's just 15 years, long time to get their story straight.

'Just tell our story... simply and calmly.

No need to make anything up.

Just tell them the truth.'

'"On the weekend of my parents' deaths, in May 1998,

while my husband Christopher was at our home in London,

I took the National Express coach number 450

from London to Mansfield and visited my parents -"'

That was the route number then. It might be different now, the way these things go.

Erm, "I... I took the National Express coach number 450

from London to Mansfield and visited my parents at their home.

All I'm prepared to say is that, firstly,

I am not responsible for the death of my father William Wycherley.

I believe my mother Patricia Wycherley shot him.

I will say that I did, in fact, shoot and fatally injure my mother,

but only after severe provocation.

I was in a very fragile state of mind at the time.

I would like to make it absolutely clear that my husband

Christopher Edwards had nothing to do with the deaths of my parents.

He was only made aware of their deaths by me

one week after the incident."

Signed and dated.

As I've said, it's my handwriting but it's my client's words.

Thank you, Mr Hylton. Susan, ARE these your words?

Does that reading accurately reflect the content of your statement?

No comment.

OK, Susan. If I go to the end of the statement.

This your signature? No comment.

It's OK, Susan, you can answer. Oh, sorry. Yes, that's my signature.

That's all right, Susan. Your statement's very helpful.

So, tell me, when you say you went to visit your parents,

what was their address in Mansfield? 5 Braxton Close.

And at that time, you were 39, just about to turn 40?

Yes. "No comment."

Erm, again I must stress to you, that although it's completely...

your decision, my advice remains

that you answer all questions, "No comment."

No comment. I can see you're confused, Susan.

Your solicitor and I are coming from different angles.

But I'm just trying to establish some extremely basic facts.

So, if you want to, you can answer.

Right?

You say Christopher Edwards is your husband. When did you marry?

No comment.

Can I ask why you're smiling?

Well...no comment.

Whoa.

We've uncovered some slightly dodgy financial activity,

which Sandra's looking into,

and apparently they were friends with Gerard Depardieu...

whatever the fuck that has to do with anything.

Oh, hello again. You done?

Yes. Thank you. I-I'm sorry. Breakfast isn't really my thing.

But my...my compliments to the chef, though,

or whoever it is that prepares the microwave packages.

Cos scrambled eggs, they're not easy to do in bulk, are they?

They often go hard, don't they? You still going with that?

Oh! Er, no, all done. Thank you.

It was great. It wasn't what I expected.

Oh, really? No.

Apres vous. Merci. (GIGGLES)

Me, too!

How is it so late? I've missed the last train!

Well, get a bus. Or I'll help you with a taxi - It's already so late!

What's the panic? It's not the end of the world.

I know it's silly! But we have...we have this routine.

We usually have a cup of hot chocolate together at bedtime and talk about the day.

We've done it since I was little. It's story time.

Only, I didn't tell him or Mum that I was gonna be late.

So they'll be waiting up, wanting to go to bed.

Just phone them. If they're sleeping, I'll wake them up.

OK. How about this? If you want...

If it's easier for your parents, I mean,

you can stay at mine tonight. I mean, I'm not... (LAUGHS)

No, er...no funny business. (LAUGHS)

But... I've got me mum staying. She's on the sofa.

A bit of a long story but er...

But, anyway, I'll sleep on the floor. You can have my room.

Oh, I couldn't make you do that. No, honestly. I'd be happy to.

And in the morning, I can help you get home.

Oh, Chris.

'Just to confirm one more time,

Chris, you are content for this interview to continue without a solicitor?'

'I am content.'

I don't need someone who knows nothing about me

telling me when, and when not, to speak.

Right, you understand you can change your mind on that at any time?

So, I've been told.

In fact, people won't stop telling me.

Right. Thank you.

I can't say I didn't know.

Right, Mr Edwards.

Before we begin with specific questions,

is there anything you would like to tell us from the outset,

anything about why you think you're here?

Yes, I would. Thank you. Ah...

The following is an account of the events as I recall them.

On a bank holiday weekend in May, 1998,

my wife Susan Edwards took a coach from London to visit her parents,

William and Patricia Wycherley, in Mansfield.

I myself remained at home in London.

Now, I went with my wife to Mansfield...

the following weekend

and only then learned of the tragic events

that had transpired the previous weekend,

ie, the death of her parents.

I wanted to ring the police, of course,

but my wife can be very fragile

and she convinced me that nobody would understand