Dartmoor Killing

Tired already?

Weird dream.

Nervous about getting hitched?

What's that?

Our itinerary,

courtesy of the lovely Tarzan.

-Your hunky instructor? -Mmm-hmm.

-Let me see. -No, it's a surprise.

Thanks, Suze, it's a wonderful present.

So where's the B&B?

Uh, about four hours' walk.

-You're kidding, right? -Townie.

See, we head up here.

I imagined a short stroll and a boozy pub lunch.

And down to the river here...

Followed by a Devon cream tea.

Then we climb up here...

Ending in a cozy B&B and a log fire.

Well, not quite.

I told you it would be an adventure.

Okay, lead on.

I can see why you wanted to come back.

It's beautiful.

So what, like, halfway?

"Are we nearly there yet?"

Okay, I admit it, it's nice to be away, right away.

We're gonna have a great weekend.

-Just us? -That's the general idea.

Let's go.

Wow.

Sharp Tor.

It's powerful.

Come on. I bet the view's to die for.

Look! Someone beat us to it.

Afternoon.

Hello.

Thirsty work, huh?

Yeah.

How did you...

Ah, it's always quicker coming down.

Right.

First time?

Yes.

Ah.

It's powerful, isn't it?

It's magnificent.

You must go up.

Ready?

You bet.

No way, I saw him first.

Country air gone to your head already?

Thought that was the whole point of bringing me here.

I didn't expect you to throw caution to the wind quite so fast.

Kind of puts you in your place.

A speck on the horizon.

Well...

You take the landscape, I'll have the farm boy.

Hey.

How come it's like this?

Why here?

No idea.

Did you come here, on your team building course?

Uh, not this tor.

Please, Becky, come away from the edge.

You were right, this is just what I need.

I'm gonna take lots of pictures this weekend to remind you.

-Get around there. -Of what?

That there's more to life than Tony?

That we're a great team.

Now, one of us.

Nice.

You still don't think I should marry him, do you?

I just want you to be sure.

I know he takes care of you.

You're stronger than you think you are, that's all.

Get off me!

-What the fuck! -I'm sorry to have frightened you.

Jesus!

You were standing too close to the edge and it isn't safe.

Uh, we were fine.

No, up here the winds can suddenly gust without warning,

you'll be blown over.

That's why I followed you up,

because the tors can be beautiful, but dangerous.

Okay?

Yes?

-Mmm. -Okay.

Okay, I'm Chris.

I work on Dartmoor, outdoor pursuits.

Susan.

-Becky. -Becky.

How come it's here?

What, the tor?

Like this.

Well, it's weathering.

See, um, hundreds of thousands of years ago,

the softer parts of the land, they eroded away

leaving these rocky hills, we call them "tors,"

probably from the Celtic word for "tower."

Now I know why I gave up geography.

Suze, it's interesting.

Go on.

Uh, it's granite slab.

It was forced apart by the water turning to ice, in the cracks.

It's still happening.

-Really? -Yeah.

These rocks you see strewn down the hillside,

they were broken off by the ice.

It's called "clitter."

Leaving all those crevices.

Ah, that one is Lucky Tor.

And those buildings in the valley?

There's Bracken Farm.

My home.

Becky?

What is it? -I just feel a bit faint.

Sit down. Sit down.

It's all right.

That's it.

Breathe, long, slow, deep breaths.

Becks, take it easy for a minute, I've got some water.

Okay.

-How did you... -Later.

Take some of this.

-Thanks. -Feel better?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Should I stay?

No, she'll be fine.

Okay, well, it was nice to meet you both.

Hope you enjoy the rest of your day.

Thanks.

And for the geography lesson.

You take care.

Was your instructor as hot as him?

Pretty much.

Do you think he was stalking us?

I hope so.

What's happened?

Ah, it's just, it's...

It's really embarrassing.

I lecture you about safety,

and I twist my ankle in a rabbit hole.

-Is it broken? -No, it's just a sprain.

I'm glad we heard you.

Well, me, too, otherwise I'd be hobbling all the way down to the road.

Oh, I'm such an idiot, you know, I...

The first thing I teach people on the moors,

is watch where they put their feet.

I looked back to see if you were still up on the tor and...

-So, it was our fault? -Yeah.

What can we do?

A helping hand down to the road,

so I can flag down a car?

Ah, but we could see your farm from the tor.

I don't wanna delay you.

Honestly, we'll get you home first.

Of course.

If you're sure.

Seriously.

Oh, dear.

Okay, here we go.

Are you ready? Yeah.

Go.

Oh, okay.

Idyllic or what?

Welcome to Bracken Farm.

Here, help me over with this.

-It's magical. -Yeah.

It'll take a lot of work.

Too much for me, but I can't bring myself to sell it.

The family pile and all.

I think what we need is a nice pot of tea.

What about you? I'm parched.

The wind does that to you...

Dries you out.

Becks?

You okay?

Fine.

What do you think?

It's wonderful.

There's a tin of biscuits over there, if you don't mind.

Is it still a working farm?

No, no, not for years, not since I was quite young.

Too much of a struggle.

Hmm, tiring, all that fresh air.

So you're what, a guide?

Yeah, yeah, a guide instructor.

My father turned the farm into an outdoor pursuit center.

He ran school trips.

We've got hiking, tor climbing,

horse riding, kayaking, that kind of thing.

It was a long time ago now, but it was a job I understood.

And why'd you stop?

When my mother died, my father became ill and everything fell apart.

-I'm sorry. -Thank you.

Biscuit?

Please.

So, where are you staying?

-Uh, Poundsgate. -Ah.