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- Tredgar's Farm? - That's right.

Well, it's not exactly luxury travel.

Is it?

No.

Oh, probably off the beaten track, eh?

Dartmoor... out of season.

The only way to get there I suppose... this thing.

No proper roads, you see.

I say, do you mind if we...

Any idea how long we're likely to be in this thing?

How far is it? About ten miles, sir.

Ten?

I shan't be able to sit down for a week!

I should pull your collar up, miss. We've got a long way to go yet.

Here, let me take your case. Thanks awfully.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

Erm, have you seen the proprietor yet?

No.

I've rung the bell, but nobody's come.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, that's better! A bit of warmth at last.

What, no reception committee?

Oh, this won't do. Won't do at all.

I was looking for a place with peace and quiet.

Looks like I've got it, eh?

Come on, let's have you.

Oh, had you already rung?

Oh, erm, this gentleman did.

Oh, well, it looks like we'll have to wait, miss?

Parker!

I've got it! Greg Parker.

You're Greg Parker. I thought I recognised you.

Well, well, well, well, well, well.

Fancy meeting you in the back of beyond like this.

Still, it's not so strange when you come to think of it.

It's an ideal place for a writer, isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Yes. Real fan of yours I am, Mr Parker. Excellent stuff.

I recommend all your novels to all my friends.

You've no idea what great pleasure it gives me

to meet you in the flesh.

Pearson's the name.

How do you do?

Er, Joseph Pearson.

Plaster kitchen accessories. That's me on the card.

Assistant Managing Director.

I'm rapidly growing an ulcer for me pains!

That's why I'm here.

Rest and quiet. Doctor's orders.

I've read every single one of your novels, Mr Parker.

Never miss. Every single one.

Not every one, Mr Pearson. The last one was never published.

Oh.

Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was out back when you arrived.

Won't you come inside? It's warmer.

Miss Thomas? Yes.

Would you step into the office? I've a message for you.

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

Yes, that's all right. Mind if we have the wireless on?

Oh, certainly.

I'll have someone show you your rooms in a few moments.

Just thought we'd catch the weather forecast.

You know who I am. Have you got the money?

Yes. All right, hand it over.

Thank you.

Moses.

Evening. Show Miss Thomas to her room.

Twenty-five people were killed

in a train crash in South America today,

the third crash of its kind in the last 12 months.

Early today, a police officer was killed and another injured

when the prisoner they were escorting to Dartmoor Prison

escaped.

The prisoner, Jacko Thomas,

was being taken to Dartmoor to serve a ten-year sentence

for armed robbery with violence.

Police officer Evans was killed by Thomas

when trying to prevent his escape.

It is believed that the escape was organised,

and that Thomas will try to leave the country

with the proceeds of the robbery.

Oh, well, that's my case, sir.

This way, sir.

Service with a smile.

Why, Jacko. Why?

Why what?

Escape.

What good will it do?

What good?

You can ask me that, Sue?

Did you expect me to stay for ten years

rotting away in that place?

Is... Is that what you want?

No, but... Shh.

Well, what happened? How did you get away?

Well, haven't you heard the, er...?

The radio? No.

I've been travelling ever since I got your message.

Oh well, it was simple really.

When they weren't looking, I took off.

It was a long journey you see, and they got bored.

Even policemen get bored.

Anyway, what does it matter? I'm here, aren't I?

For how long?

Look, Jacko, we can't keep running away.

No, we won't have to. It's all arranged.

It's no good. I can't.

Look, Sue, believe me, nothing can go wrong.

Yeah, all our lives you said that.

And all our lives you've wanted to... belong.

Well, now you can... with this.

Don't you see? We're still running, though.

Still running away.

Running away from what? You can't run away from nothing.

Look, from the day he dumped us in that institution,

we were nothing!

Father recalled himself. Just twice he came to see us.

Just twice!

I bet you can't even remember him, can you?

No. Well, I can.

Well, not his face, just his voice.

His snivelling voice, and three words that he said.

"For the best."

For the best.

Believe me, Sue, this is for the best.

Just for you and me, nobody else. We don't need anybody else.

It's just you and me, Sue.

Hey, you'll er...

You'll like the Argentine. The Argentine?

Here. Come here. Come.

You see that?

That little lot's going to France tomorrow

and we're going with it, but not to France.

Couple of hours out in the Channel we transfer to a Danish ship.

The barge carries on to France,

and we're on our way to the Argentine.

You see, it's perfect.

No one will suspect the ship. It doesn't go near an English port.

Now, now, don't you worry, Sue.

I'll look after you.

I always have, haven't I?

I suppose Tredgar has arranged all this.

That's right. This is locked. Have you got the key?

How do you know it's safe here? Are you sure you can trust him?

Of course I'm sure. He's being well paid.

Come on, give me the key.

What's happened here, then? Where's the rest of it?

Well, I gave it to Tredgar.

Tredgar?

Yes. He wanted his fee in advance.

Oh, did he?

Now, Jacko...

Oh, Miss Thomas, I'm sorry to trouble you,

but I'm completely dry.

Could I borrow some ink or a pen?

I'm afraid I haven't one, Mr Pearson.

Well, er, you know, my wife's a terrible worrier.

If I don't get a postcard off right away. Well...

You know what women are.

Yes, well, I may have a ballpoint. Would that do?

Admirably, admirably.

This room's at the back, isn't it? Can you see the sea from here?

No, it's too misty today, but perhaps later when it's lifted.

Oh.

Well, thank you for the pen.

I shan't keep it a minute. There's no hurry, Mr Pearson.

You keep it just as long as you like.

Jacko...

Where's Tredgar?

He said where is he?

What are you doing roaming about? I told you to stay in your room.

Where is it? Where's what?

The money. Now, look here... Where is it? It's mine.

It was promised to me for getting you out of the country.

You haven't done that yet, so get it.

Who do you think you're talking to?

We do this my way.

I give the orders around here.

All right.

Go on.

Pick it up.

It's in the safe.

Get it.

Go on, get it!

Giving it away now, Judd?

Charity begins at home, remember?

Let's get it straight. It's me that gives the orders.

You'll get this when I decide and not before.

You're supposed to be a member of staff.

Stay in the kitchen, away from the guests.

By the way, see the radio breaks down.

And don't go near my sister again.

What is there to eat?

Hey, you. I said what is there to eat?

Hey, answer me, will you?

She can't. She's dumb.

Is she, er, deaf, too?

No, she just doesn't like you, that's all.

But then, she's hardly your type either, is she?

Hardly.

Hmm. The old fool can cook anyway.

All our staff are hand-picked.

My husband prides himself on only choosing the best.

Sarah's brother. Is he hand-picked, too?

Too much intermarriage. It happens in remote places.

What were you brought in for? To improve the stock?

That wasn't quite the idea.

Oh, Mr Pearson? That call you wanted...

Moses! That'll do.

Oh, there's a man who loves his work.

That call you wanted, Mr Pearson, we've got London on the line now.

Oh, good. In there? Yes, on the desk.

Thank you.

Hello? Pearson here.

Yes, I found him.

No, I'm sure he doesn't suspect.

I've been rather clever about that.

Deliver it?

But that'll warn him.

We'll never find out who else is involved. He'll cover up.

Now look, why not wait?

Why not wait and let me make further investigations?

He can't get away from here without me knowing it.

All right. I'm just a hired hand. I'll do as I'm told.

But I warn you...

...you can expect trouble.

Is that the dining room?

Oh. That's the best table, Mr Pearson.

Oh well, first come, first served.

Yes. Lovely views you have here.

If you like desolation. Yes. That's your lime quarry?

Yes.

Yes. Dartmoor's all granite.

We're on the edge of the moors here.

Prosperous? Not really.

Too far off the beaten track. Difficult to get labour?

We only work in the off season. The men are needed here otherwise.

Soup? Yes, please.

Transport the lime by barge, 'ey?

Where to?

France.

That's your table over there, Miss Thomas.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Soup? Yes, please.

The dining room's in there, Mr Parker. There's a table laid.

Do you want soup? Thank you.

Erm, Mr Parker.

I believe this is for you. It was on my table.

Thank you.

It's a wonderful view, isn't it?

It's so isolated.

I've never been to Dartmouth before. Have you?

I was wondering. You...

You looked so worried.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

No, thank... Thank you, no.

So you brought the letter.

On your wife's instructions, Mr Parker.

I er... I work for a detective agency.

And was this my wife's idea? No, mine.

She only asked me to find you.

I was looking for evidence. Evidence of what?

Well, if there was someone else.

Of course, It doesn't seem that I'm right.

Divorce is never pleasant, Mr Parker, so...

What authority have you for this? None, Mr Parker.

I'm entirely in your hands.

I can't pretend ignorance of the law.

I'm an ex-policeman.

Then I think you'd better get out.

It's none of my business, Mr Parker,

but why don't you give your wife a divorce?

I mean, even your writing's suffering.

Why don't you stick to the keyhole stuff, Mr Pearson.

It's a living, Mr Parker.

Oh, I'll take that, Sarah.

Come in.

Jean?

Jean?

My boots, Sarah, please.

Where the devil is she?

Never about when she's needed.

Moses, we'd better get moving.

You seen any sign of Jane? No.

Well? Where have you been?

What do you want? I called you hours ago.

Two minutes ago, to be precise.

Sarah and you will have to manage on your own.

Moses and me, we've got an appointment.

What's unusual in that?

Anyone would think you resented what we're doing.

Be careful, Judd. The servants might hear you.

I've not seen any reluctance when it comes to taking the money.

What's the good of money in a place like this?

We're not going to stay here. I told you that.

When we've made enough, we'll get out.

Ha!

Come on, Moses.

Come in.

Your tip's on the tray.

You haven't opened the beer yet.

Maybe I've lost my appetite.

That would be a pity.

Well, do you approve?

Yeah, why not?

All part of the service.

Right. Back her up.

Come on. Whoa!

All right, Jim, help Harry.

Amen!

Moses and me will manage here. Go back and help the others.

Right.

He's an unbeliever, Judd.

When the day of judgment comes...

You too, Judd, you're often absent from the Lord's house.

Sunday is my busy day, Moses.

Six days shalt thou labour. On the seventh... Finished here.

Ah, hello.

All right. Come on.

Oh, Miss Thomas.

I'm afraid I offended you this afternoon.

I had something on my mind.

Anyway, I'm sorry. That's all right.

I shouldn't have interfered.

I'm glad you did.

Well...

May I buy you a drink?

Yes.

I'd like that. Good.

Nobody about.

We'll help ourselves.

Now, what would you like?

Gin, martini, egg flip?

Or the lot? I'll have gin and tonic, please.

Right.

You know, I've never met a writer before.

Well, now you know, they have two heads.

Must be exciting though.

What, having two heads?

No, being a writer.

I mean, well, when you've finished,

hey presto, everyone's reading it.

Oh, is that what's supposed to happen?

Well, I don't really know, but that's what I thought.

Yes, it's "hey presto" all right.

Hey presto rejection slips.

Oh, but not for you.

I mean, that is, not until this last one.

I've had them before.

Oh, yes.

I wrote five before I had one published.

Five? Phew!

That's some faith.

To keep going I mean.

It's not a faith, it's a disease.

Tell me, why are you so bitter?

Because of this last novel?

Why?

What's your name? Your Christian name I mean.

Sue.

Well, Sue, you must be very naive if you think I can answer that.

I'm sorry. Oh, no. Don't be sorry.

It wasn't meant as a criticism, quite the reverse in fact.

Would you like another drink?

Mmm. No, thanks.

Must feel good though... being someone.

A celebrity.

Yeah.

It does at first.

It's a trap, you see.

You become the new white hope.

To be quite honest...

...I'd never even heard of you before.

Good.

Yes, I won a literary prize with my first published novel.

Suddenly I was someone to know.

New friends, parties, high life... excitement.

They told me I was a genius... and I believed them.

Leader of the avant-garde,

with devotees absorbing my every word.

Blotting paper faces with huge, staring eyes.

Eyes without innocence.

I got carried away with my own cleverness.

I forgot that words were just the tools of my trade.

And my last novel was... nothing but words.

And did your new friends turn you out?

Turn me out? Oh no.

No, they don't turn you out nowadays.

They just find replacements.

Anybody about?

The place is like a morgue.

Oh, where is everybody?

Who knows?

As far as you're concerned, who cares, eh?

Well, er, what do we do? Help ourselves?

Yeah.

What'll you have, Miss Thomas? Oh, no more for me, thanks.

Mr Parker?

Well, yes thanks, I will.

I'll have a whisky. Yes, sir.

You know, I wonder what they're up to.

It must have been them I saw earlier, up in the moors,

flashing some kind of a signal.

Headlights on, off, on, off. Signal?

Once a policeman, always a policeman, eh?

Well, we do develop a nose for trouble, Mr Parker.

Excuse me. I must get a handkerchief.

Water?

Oh, yes. Thanks.

Come quick.

Where's Jacko?

It's all right. I'm his sister.

Please, you must tell me! It's terribly urgent.

Please.

Jacko, it's me, Sue.

What's the matter? It's Pearson. He's a policeman.

A policeman? How do you know?

They just said so. Jacko, what are we going to do?

Just a minute. I've got to think.

He knows about you, Jacko. How can he?

He pretended to be a businessman... No, no, no.

If he knew, the whole place would be swarming by now.

I'm frightened, Jacko. Just take it easy, Sue.

Keep calm. Oh, and...

Where is he now?

He's in the lounge. We were all in the lounge.

You've got to go back. Go back? I can't!

Yes, you must. Otherwise it'll look suspicious.

Stick with that other chap. What's his name? Parker.

Just stick with him, and, well behave normally.

What about Pearson? Leave him to me.

Let me do the worrying.

But if he's from the police... Look, Sue!

Do as I say. Just leave things to me.

Now, you go on back.

Go on. It'll be all right.

They've gone down into the quarry now.

I wonder what IS going on down there.

It's no good, Mr Parker.

I shall have to find out what's happening.

Curiosity always got the better of me.

Remember what it did to the cat.

Yes.

Remind me to tell you another version of that when I get back.

Scatter around and make sure none of the guests are wandering about.

Pat, hurry up and get that off.

All right?

There we are.

Mm-hm.

Ah!

Leave him.

Leave him here? Some of the guests might find him.

That's the idea. He fell, didn't he?

I said leave him!

What happened?

I asked you what happened.

I see.

So we, er... We have sidelines, do we?

Did you push him?

Did you?

Thomas, did you push him?

Goodness. I... wondered why you kept this dump going.

He's dead. Do you know that? You've killed him!

Let's see, you hijack a lorry.

No.

No, not you. You're just the middleman.

You couldn't be anything else.

Somebody else does the lorry

and you just collect the stuff and hide it.

I want nothing to do with murder. Nothing at all!

Then you send the sacks down river by barge and over to France.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Deal's off, Thomas! The deal's off!

I want nothing to do with it! Listen and understand!

You've got just one job to do, and one only.

Get me and my sister aboard that ship.

Until you've done that,

there'll be nothing, you understand, nothing!

These little sidelines of yours have got to stop.

Because if anything goes wrong...

...you're going to answer for it.

Now do you understand?

Do you understand?!

Yes.

There'll be no more of it... till after I've gone.

Oi!

I told you to stop that!

Now go on, beat it.

All right, don't hang around.

Let's get the rest of the stuff in.

I think we ought to get out. Nobody asked your opinion.

Now get on with the job. No, I'm finished.

Finished! What does that mean?

Murder, that's what it means.

Look, if you believe Pearson fell, then you're crazy.

You've no right to involve us in murder.

I've had all I can take today. Now get on with the job!

Ha, and when Thomas goes, what happens then?

Who carries the can? You leave it to me.

I'll deal with it. Like you did just now?

You're REALLY looking for trouble, aren't you?

Anyway, what are you gonna do with the body?

I'll report the accident when Thomas has gone and not before.

They'll never believe it.

They'll believe it.

Whatever Pearson's found must be interesting.

He's even forgotten his dinner.

Yes.

Or perhaps, like you, he just wasn't hungry.

Anything else? No, nothing more, thank you.

Ever been on the moor at dawn?

No. Oh, it's the best time.

It's peaceful and tranquil.

No blacks, no whites...

...only greys.

Well, I think I'll be having an early night.

What's the matter? Something wrong?

No. Why?

Oh, nothing. Good night.

I was wondering...

Hmm?

Do you prefer to be alone on your early morning walks?

No.

May I come with you?

Of course you may.

I'll call for you in the morning at about half past seven?

Fine.

7.30 then.

Good night.

Good night.

I wonder if Pearson satisfied his curiosity last night.

Why is he here?

I mean, why pose as a businessman if he's from the police?

He's not from the police. He's a private detective.

One of the keyhole brigade.

Keyhole brigade? Mmm.

So what's he doing here?

Looking for me.

For you?

My wife hired him.

Then that letter was...

It was from my wife.

I see.

She wants a divorce.

I hadn't seen her for three months.

That was when my novel flopped.

So what happened then?

She walked out on me.

Why? Because you failed? No, no, no.

No, it wasn't her fault.

I drove her away.

I needed a scapegoat for my failure.

Three months ago I... I packed a bag and disappeared.

Hence Pearson.

That letter was simple.

Very simple.

She pointed out that the marriage was over for both of us.

So we ought to get a divorce.

And... do you agree?

Well now, tell me about yourself.

I've talked about me. Tell me about you.

I'm not very interesting.

Never mind. Tell me about yourself.

Well...

I was brought up in an orphanage.

Uh-huh. Are you all on your own then?

No.

I have a brother. Ah.

Well...

Perhaps we'd better be getting back.

Oh, sorry we're late. Doesn't matter.

Pearson's later than we are.

Not for me, thanks. Just coffee.

Have you seen him?

No, not yet. He's probably overslept.

Oh. What time did he have his dinner last night?

He hadn't arrived when I left.

Very late I think. I didn't serve him. Sarah did.

Just coffee you say? Yes, please.

Don't you eat breakfast? Hmm? Oh, no, no.

Just coffee and a cigarette for me, that's all.

Oh, I've left them upstairs.

I'll give Pearson a call on the way.

Well then, I think we ought to organise a search.

I'll come too. That won't be necessary, Mr Parker.

We know the moors better than you. You go and finish your breakfast.

How soon can you be ready? Straight away, more or less.

But I do think you're worrying yourself unnecessarily you know.

Tredgar!

Must have fell... broke his neck.

Sue!

Have they found Pearson?

Is he dead? Yes.

I should have warned him.

This is no place to wander around in the night.

Come back to the hotel.

Moses.

So what? As far as we're concerned, it was an accident.

The fool fell, that's all.

Thou shalt not kill. Oh, shut up, will you?

He should be in the Lord's house, lie in the Lord's house.

What's he on about now?

He thinks the body ought to be taken to the church.

Let me take him, Judd. I can.

Look, nobody leaves here till after I've gone. Nobody!

I can go, Judd. Judd... No.

But the Lord says... No!

Later, Moses, later.

Go on.

Hey, you...

You get back to your work and keep your mouth shut.

The Lord will punish you!

He will curse you with eternal damnation!

Look, I've had just about enough...

You wouldn't have thought an ex-policeman

would make that sort of mistake, would you?

This must be very upsetting for you.

But try not to worry too much about it. Hmm?

Why don't you go and have a rest? Yes.

I think I will.

The body's gone!

Moses. He must have taken it to the church.

How would he get there? The Land Rover.

Oh, Lord.

You can't stop me. I'm doing the Lord's work.

Get out of my way.

I told you to leave him alone!

Argh!

An eye for an eye, the Lord said.

A tooth for a tooth.

You're going to die.

You're going to answer to the Lord for your sin.

I, said the Lord, I will repay...

Then someone came out of the barn and he shot him.

You say this man, the one with the gun,

is one of my staff?

Yes, I saw him once. He passed me in the corridor.

And the other one was... What's his name?

The man who mutters to himself.

Moses? Yes. Moses.

Are you sure? Certain.

Right, let's get down there.

Now, Judd, be careful. Moses is dead.

You can't help him.

Don't spoil it all now, Judd.

Right. You better stay here and let us go in first.

Stay with him, Jim.

Moses?

Moses.

Why him? A harmless simpleton. Why Moses?

Because he left me no choice.

You better get him hidden.

And Pearson, too.

Tredgar!

What's he doing here?

He's looking for you. He saw you kill Moses.

Oh, did he?

That's too bad. Wait!

He doesn't know who you are. He saw it happen, that's all.

All right, get rid of him. Quick.

What'll I say to him? That's your problem.

All right, but stay out of sight.

Well, is he in there? No, he's not.

What about Moses's body?

It's not in there. You must be mistaken.

But it must be there. I saw him being dragged inside.

You can't have. There's nobody in there.

What's going on, Tredgar?

Why are you so anxious to keep me out?

We're not. Help yourself.

Jacko, no more killing.

"Jacko"?

Jacko Thomas?

See? He's just begging to die.

Jacko, he's harmless.

Don't make things worse. Get out of...

Tredgar!

Spread out!

What's the weather like in the Argentine?

The truck leaves for the coast in ten minutes. You'll just make it.

We're leaving now.

Where's the case? It's in there.

Be as quick as you can, eh? Yeah.

Greg! What's happened?

We've got to get out of here. Why?

Not much longer now, Tredgar. We'll soon be off your hands.

I'm ready. Where are you going?

I'm coming with you.

With me?

What does that mean?

It means you're not.

But you need me! I can help you!

Don't be ridiculous.

Let's see, erm...

This was for you, wasn't it?

500. That was the deal. 500.

I don't think you've earned it, so I reckon I'll keep it.

Be a man for once! Are you gonna let him get away with that?

Like you... he has no choice.

Kill someone?

He couldn't have!

He killed Moses, Sue, and probably Pearson.

And we're on our own. Tredgar and his men are with him.

This isn't possible!

I heard about this man on the radio yesterday.

They gave his name. Tredgar called him by it just now.

And he killed Moses?

Sue, please listen. We haven't got very much time.

Yes, he shot Moses. I saw him do it.

He couldn't have. Jacko couldn't.

What do you mean "Jacko"? You know about him?

Yes.

Jacko Thomas is my brother.

You'd better go, Greg. He'll be back for me in a minute.

Do you mean he's leaving? And you're going with him?

Well, I've got to!

Sue, you don't believe me, but you must.

Did you know he killed a policeman when he escaped?

And he did his best to finish me just now. No!

It can't be true! It IS true.

Sue, whatever you do, don't go with him!

I've got to. I can't let him down now.

But he's a murderer! You may not be safe yourself.

But don't you understand? He's my brother!

Sue, come with me.

Where will you go?

To fetch the police somehow.

Sue. You'd better get out of here.

Sue, what are you doing?

Promise me you won't go with him.

Come on, Sue.

Come on, Sue. What you been doing? We've got to get going.

Come on, get your coat on.

Come on, Sue, move! Shift.

I'm not coming, Jacko.

You what?

I said I'm not coming.

Well...

What are you talking about? Of course you're coming.

It's no good. You have to go without me.

Go without you?

I can't run anymore.

No, you don't have to. I told you, that's all finished.

Hey look, Sue.

Sue girl, we can't split up. Not you and me.

It...

Now, you promised me, remember?

You...

Come here.

I bet...

I bet this takes you back, doesn't it? Eh?

Jacko, I've always believed everything you've ever told me.

Haven't I? Sure, why not?

I'm your brother, aren't I?

Will you answer me one question truthfully?

Sure, anytime, but not now.

Did you kill Moses?

Who's been talking to you?

Did you, Jacko?

If it's that... Did you, Jacko?

I've got to know!

Did you?

All right, all right, I did! Because he left me no option.

Now come on, we gotta get out of here!

I'm not coming.

Yes, you are coming!

You killed him and Pearson and the policem...

That's enough! Oh!

Oh, no!

Sue...

Sue, I'm sorry...

Sue...

Sue girl, I'm sorry.

Come on. Come on. You're coming!

Here, come on.

All right. We're off. Where's the truck?

It's at the far end of the quarry. Why?

That'll bring the police here quick enough!

Yeah, we won't be here. Come on!

Don't, Jacko!

You?

No, Sarah, no!