[music playing] ♪ [non-english singing] Had no rain for a week.

Did some rain.

Sorry.

I heard the music-- Yeah.

STEPHEN: --singing.

Yes.

You don't hear much opera around here.

Oh, it's Aida.

I like to work to music.

I find it helps.

You've caught it, the colors, the light.

Everything is light, isn't it?

Light and darkness?

Are you a painter?

No, no, I wish I was.

Although I do have an eye for what's here.

I know its secrets.

You know a constable who painted it?

No, I didn't.

Further over there, loom laid church with big Allen beyond.

I have a print of it.

So what do you do?

It's furniture.

I restore furniture with my father.

You know, I write as well.

Oh, you're a writer?

For the local paper about the mall.

It's very beautiful.

It's very unforgiving.

[indistinct chatter] [traffic noise] [music playing] ♪ ♪ MAN (ON TV): Tarantula L, elephant R-- Alligator.

Alligator.

MAN (ON TV): S. Alligator is two words in this one.

[telephone rings] A, R, S, M-- Hello.

MAN (ON TV): U, L, C, U-- Hello, daddy.

[cheering] No, no, he's not home yet.

MAN (ON TV): Hold on.

Hold on.

He might be at the pub.

MAN (ON TV): Congratulations.

[suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ [engine cranking] [music playing] ♪ My heart is ready to go ♪ [suspenseful music] ♪ # # # # ♪ [music playing] ♪ ♪ Stephen?

[suspenseful music] ♪ # # # # ♪ [screams] [birds chirping] LYN: Where are you going?

Stephen?

Where were you last night?

[birds chirping] [clock ticking] [flies buzzing] [suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ [sighs] [sirens wailing] You say you met her yesterday?

She was painting, drawing.

Did you talk to her?

Playing opera.

What did you talk about?

About the Moor, mostly.

Is there a first time up here?

I don't talk to anyone, usually.

I hardly ever try to avoid people.

[clock ticking] Landscapes.

She was a landscape painter.

Laughed, said she was old-fashioned.

She showed me some photographs of her paintings, glowed with color, sort of colors most people never see, and some bloody madmen coming up on the Moor and doing a vile thing like this.

Staying local, was she?

I don't know.

I didn't ask.

You weren't interested.

What's that supposed to mean?

You might invited her for a quiet drink or something?

I'm married.

You wouldn't be the first married man to invite a pretty girl for a quiet drink.

I was born here.

Everybody knows me.

Where would I take a pretty girl for a quiet drink?

You're up early this morning.

I didn't sleep much.

No?

Two or three hours a night, no more.

Often out here at that time?

The best time, dawn people sleep their lives away.

Cold up here early.

Not if you keep moving.

Not if you're fit.

You must know this place well.

Well enough.

What's that smile for?

They say my wife's a Moor widow.

How'd you get on?

Excuse me.

You and your wife.

This is what you get for being public-spirited?

Simple question.

You're acting as if you think I did it.

Wouldn't be the first murderer to lead the police to a body.

They get some sort of sick satisfaction from it.

I could never kill anything on the Moor.

This place is life.

It's my life.

And there's death here, but it's-- it's-- it's natural death.

Life through death, the natural order of events.

Not cruel, senseless killing.

That belongs to the city's.

[suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ [clock ticking] [panting] MAN (ON TV): And to continue our tradition of the best music around, along with our what's on Billboard's Swap Shop, as well [radio chatter] all the usual love for any time you wish-- [door closes] --many years now, we-- LYN: That I found.

MAN (ON TV): --now our first piece-- LYN: Why aren't you at work?

Are you all right, Stephen?

Cut her hair off.

Come on?

I snatched it off one side.

What are you talking about?

[music playing] ♪ ♪ Stephen, what's happened?

I found a dead girl on the Moor, murdered.

Murdered?

I've been up there all this time with the police.

Got quite difficult.

What do you mean, difficult?

One of them questioned me.

Sour-faced bastard suspected me.

But you found her.

I was with her on the Moor yesterday.

She was a painter.

She-- Dadda.

Dadda.

Feeling bad?

It's just one of those days.

Are you taking something?

Those new pills do me in.

Are they stronger?

I don't know.

I don't know nothing.

They don't tell you nothing.

Bloody psychiatrist.

I bloody hate them.

I was all right till your mother left me.

I've still got the note she left.

And what was left of the housekeeping?

She was so proper, so considerate.

Why don't you get some sleep?

We got work to do.

You're late.

What sort of time is this?

[music playing] ♪ ♪ [doorbell rings] STEPHEN: A woman's been murdered on the mall.

I found her.

Good God.

When?

Last night.

Local girl?

London.

How is it all coming to all violence?

Petty violence.

Pointless violence.

It never was like this.

People don't give a damn about each other nowadays.

You could drop dead in the street.

They'd walk over you.

Better off out of it.

Don't talk like that.

I died 20 years ago.

♪ While you just sat in your room ♪ ♪ I saw the crescent ♪ Don't do that.

It can crack Brazil nuts in that beak.

I'm sorry I didn't-- It seems friendly, but he can be a real bugger.

Didn't I see you last night?

Last night?

NICK: Looking at the kittens.

Have you sold them?

They're-- they're not in the window.

No, they're out the back.

Do you wanna see them?

I wanted a ginger kitten.

Not exactly ginger.

Attractive, though, aren't they?

What happened to Mr. Bale?

He's in hospital.

I'm his nephew.

I'm looking after things for him.

They're fine, healthy kittens.

Don't you wanna see them?

I'll leave the door open.

Company?

What?

Are you getting a kitten for company?

In a way, I suppose.

I'm married.

Happily?

Very.

[door opens, closes] That's the worst I've seen all day.

Stephen Whalby was in last night?

He was in.

What time?

Early.

INSPECTOR: What do you call early?

Stayed on a bit.

7:00, 8:00?

Maybe.

What?

We had a coach party in.

There were a lot of people here.

What time did he say he was in?

Are you being funny?

You're not from around here, are you?

What's that got to do with it?

Bloody rude.

We don't like rudeness.

You keep that for where you come from.

Look here.

You just listen.

Stephen Whalby is a much respected man around here.

His family have lived here for generations.

He knows the Moor better than any living man.

He's the gentlest man I know.

He wouldn't tread on a bloody ant.

Anyone with half a brain could see that.

And you're trying to tie him in with this dreadful business.

I'm conducting a murder inquiry.

I think my questions would best be answered tomorrow morning at the station 9 o'clock.

Be there.

Bees are appearing in large numbers due most probably to the exceptional mildness of the past winter.

Few, however, will escape the predatory beaks of our ranmore songsters.

Let us hope that this year we shall see an increase in the butterfly population, notably that rare member of the family like Kennedy, known as the Finland blue.

[music playing] ♪ ♪ Next week, I shall be writing about the Moorland walks and suggesting an itinerary that takes in the ever attractive tar.

Fine.

Stephen?

You can come in.

Stephen.

Excuse me.

Mr. Whalby?

Yes.

I'm from the Three Towns Echo.

Oh, you want Stephen, my son?

I don't know.

They didn't say.

I'll get him for you.

Stephen, some woman, says she's from a paper.

Which paper?

The Echo.

I don't know you.

You write the Voice of Van Moor.

You knew?

Two months from London.

Used to be with the independent.

They want me to interview you about finding the girl.

I'm going to write it myself.

REPORTER: Have you talked to them about it?

Not yet.

No, but I-- They sent me.

And they didn't say-- oh, this is rather embarrassing.

I'm sorry.

I thought they would have-- I'll phone.

Please.

John-- DADDA: How long is this gonna take?

--yeah, it's me.

We're well behind with the work, that chaise lounge that were promised for delivery last Thursday.

Tell her to bugger off.

You know, I've never written anything like this before.

They probably don't think I can.

Oh, write it for somebody else.

- I can't do that.

- Why not?

STEPHEN: Because it isn't-- they want you to do it.

I'm sorry.

Why don't we go out on the moor?

It's stopped raining.

Just get the feel of the place.

Atmosphere.

Yeah.

Good idea.

Why not?

And don't be all bloody day.

We got a business to run here, son!

[music playing] ♪ ♪ MAN (ON TV): And there'll be persistent rain throughout the day.

Some have been heavy with strong to Gale force winds.

Maximum temperature, 3 degrees centigrade.

Forecast for tomorrow [radio chatter] ♪ Baby you've got nothing to do ♪ ♪ I guess I'll see you tomorrow ♪ ♪ I won't be coming ♪ ♪ I will be at home down from Hull ♪ [suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ You know, when I was a boy, I used to imagine that the Moor belonged to me.

I was the master of the Moor.

It was after my mother left, I suppose Freud would say I was compensating for her loss.

I don't know.

I wish it hadn't had to be you who found the body.

STEPHEN: So do I.

[doorbell rings] You're back?

Yes.

What for?

More cat food.

NICK: You can't have.

No, no, it's just that I was passing and I thought I won't be shopping again until.

How many tins?

What?

Cat food.

[laughs] [thunder rumbling] [opera music] ♪ ♪ [laughs] I'm 25.

I was married in church.

I've lived with my husband four years.

So I must be married.

I have no children.

I never shall have.

But I'm waiting, waiting for what I-- I don't quite know.

I really must go now.

What is it?

Had silver buckles on her boots.

Were you very shocked when you found her?

It was her eyes.

They-- they weren't eyes.

They were like-- they were like stones.

I've never seen a dead body before.

Nor would I.

How did it feel?

[laughs] I'm sorry.

You must think I'm awful.

I didn't feel anything.

Was that being part of a dream?

No, not a dream.

It's like being in that limbo between sleeping and waking, when you're not sure if you're actually seeing what you're seeing.

So when did you know that what you were seeing was real?

Real?

Yeah.

I remember reading once that something isn't real until it passes through the imagination.

What do you mean?

What are you trying to say?

You know, reality is a funny thing.

It-- it plays games.

It deceives.

It corrupts.

[music playing] I'm sorry.

It's bloody nonsense.

No, it's not.

Go on.

STEPHEN: I had a premonition when I was a boy.

I knew that one day I'd find a body on the Moor.

And there would be a second and a third.

Who is he?

I don't know.

What's the matter?

Stephen?

Stephen, you do know him?

No.

REPORTER: He's waiting for you.

Maybe he's waiting for you.

What do you mean?

He's gone.

Well, I think we should tell the police.

Tell them what?

That there was a strange man on the Moor.

There was something about him, something you're not telling me.

I've got something for you.

You mustn't go ruining it with cups of hot tea.

Oh, it's beautiful.

DADDA: There's one right there.

Bet you can't find it.

They were real craftsmen in those days.

Now, they couldn't tell you how to sharpen a chisel properly.

Thank you.

Stephen upstairs?

He's out.

Collecting something?

On the Moor.

Where do you think?

With a woman.

A woman?

A reporter.

Which paper?

His own paper.

I thought he was going to write it himself.

He's too soft.

He should have told them.

Insisted.

He's gotta be careful what he says.

Why?

Didn't he tell you?

Tell me what?

The police, they suspect him.

[laughs] No.

It's-- it's a fact.

Bloody rubbish.

Stephen?

Suspect Stephen?

[suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ [music playing] ♪ ♪ Ted says he saw you out at the old pony leaving today.

Did he?

With a woman.

I thought it was Lynn.

But then she don't go on anymore, does she?

That's right.

Must have got soaked.

Bloody rain.

It was raining.

♪ She made every promise ♪ ♪ I heard ♪ Who was she then?

Good eggs, these.

[music playing] ♪ ♪ NICK: That was your first time, wasn't it?

No.

Yes.

He's never made love to you?

We tried once.

What happened?

Oh, we kissed briefly.

He tried.

He did try.

He-- he isn't impotent.

Now, he can't bear me to touch him, can't bear to touch me.

Before we were married, I thought there was something wrong.

We kissed and cuddled.

I thought that when we were married-- I don't understand.

I've never understood.

Don't ask me what I'm gonna do.

I don't know.

I think we're gonna love each other, Lyn.

I can never leave Stephen.

[pensive music] ♪ ♪ [birds chirping] [stinger] [doorbell ringing] [knock at door] Police.

Stephen Whalby?

- He's not here.

- Where is he?

What do you want him for?

On the Moor?

LYN: It's ridiculous.

What is?

Why don't you leave him alone?

A girl has been killed, Mrs. Whalby, murdered.

He was the last person to see her alive, the first to see her dead.

He hasn't answered all my questions to my satisfaction.

Until he does so-- - He told you where he was-- - At the pub.

--when she was killed.

The landlord said he left quite early.

How early is quite early?

He told you.

And he came home?

That's right.

Are you sure?

Don't you believe anything anyone says?

That depends.

LYN: On what?

Their eyes.

[thunder rumbling] [suspenseful music] ♪ # # # # # # # # # # # # ♪ ♪ # # # # # # ♪ [indistinct chatter] --down there?

Yeah.

How much the time's gone leaving is any treasure down there.

Well, I'm sorry.

[suspenseful music] ♪ # # ♪ Who are you?

Who are you?

Bastard!

[indistinct chatter] INSPECTOR: Mr. Whalby.

Saw the car last night twice.

I wondered-- What?

Wondered what, Mr. Whalby?

Well, who-- hasn't been another-- Another what?

More trouble?

What do you mean, trouble?

Well, we saw a strange man on the Moor yesterday.

We?

I was with a reporter from the Echo.

She-- she wanted to interview me about the first-- so I took it to the-- and we were coming back, and we saw this man in the distance.

She said we should report it.

Why didn't you?

So I went back late evening to see to-- to try and-- [clears throat] and I saw the car for the first time.

- You went to look for the man?

- Yes.

- Did you find him?

- No.

And I saw the car again, and I thought-- I-- I thought I'd just I-- I-- I just thought I would check it out again this morning.

There's a young woman missing from Jacqueline, married woman.

Her husband rang us.

We're looking for her.

She was a botanist.

How did you know?

The book in the car, it's the-- it's the botanists Bible for Moorland plants and flowers.

She was probably looking for orchids.

Orchids?

Spiranthes romanzoffiana.

- I didn't know that.

- Wild orchids.

The common name is-- What?

Lady's-tresses.

They're very rare.

What makes you think-- The book was marked.

One of the pages was marked.

I looked in the car that.

The-- the door was unlocked.

These orchids, you know where they are?

[non-english singing] You know where they are?

Mr. Whalby?

Mr. Whalby?

What?

The orchids on the Moor, can you take us to them?

Yes.

Yes, I can.

[non-english singing] ♪ ♪ [helicopter blades whirring] [whistle blowing] Let's move on.

The left, ain't your mom.

Come on.

[radio chatter] [suspenseful music] ♪ # # # # ♪ [music playing] ♪ # # # # # # ♪ ♪ ♪