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- Oh, go on.

Get your tarot cards
read or something.

- They're all scammers.
- Shh.

Keep your voice down.

The psychic there are paying a
lot of money to use this space.

- Just a bit of fun, Tom.

- Oh, you're wasting your time.

He's too close-minded.

- I'm a man of science.

- You're a math teacher.

- As was Sir Isaac Newton
and Albert Einstein.

Mathematics is the very
foundation of all science.

- Oh, go on, there's
loads to choose from--

crystal balls, you
could get tarot cards.

- He won't do it.

You're just not the kind of man
to take a risk, are you, Tom?

- Is this still
about the musical?

- Oh, look, he's
clearly scared.

- I'm not scared.

- Prove it.

- Safiya, I told
you not to run ahead

when there are lots of people.

You could get lost.

Let's go get an ice cream.

- This reminds me
of being a kid.

Dragon's blood and the lot.

It spoils the balance
of the mind and soul.

- Oh, hi, Tom.

- How did it go?

- Yeah, a load of old
mumbo jumbo, obviously.

I'm gonna get a coffee.

- That's mine!

- One more wins it.

- Let's go.

There you go.

Go on.

Off you go.

Safi.

Safiya.

Safiya.

Safiya!

Safi!

Safi!

- Look.

What a beauty.

- That's Flora.

- Safiya!

Safiya!

Safiya!

Safi!

Safiya!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hiya.

- The missing girl
is Safiya Thomas.

She's seven years old.

I just sent you a recent
photograph and a picture

of what she's wearing.
- Okay.

- Fast work.

- Every second counts.

This is the nanny,
Flora Jenkins.

She's a local girl.

She went to school with
Ruby, as it happens.

She works for a DFL
couple that have

made a mint from
marriage counseling

to the rich and famous.

They live in a big house
up Chesterfield Way.

- All right.
- Right.

I'll call the station, get
this photo escalated ASAP.

Cheers, yeah?
- No worries.

- The parents, do you know 'em?

- Not personally.

They're away a lot with work.
- Where are they now?

- Paris.
She's already called them.

They're on their way back.
- All right.

Thanks for getting
the ball rolling.

Keep your ear to
the ground, yeah?

- Sure.

- Hiya.

I'm DCI, Mike McGuire.

Tell me what happened.

- Stop it.

- I can't help it.

- It doesn't do to
dwell on these things.

Do you
remember when Charlie

went missing in Canterbury?

- Oh, please don't.

- It's like the world
just stops turning--

all the awful things that
go through your mind.

Him getting stuck behind
the vending machine

wasn't one of them.

- Well, Charlie was always
a curious little boy.

He loved an adventure.

And look at him now,
exploring the wilds of Canada.

- I feel like I've lost
him all over again.

- No.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Pearl Nolan?

- Yeah?

- Cassandra?

- Hello, Dolly.

Can't talk.

We've got work to do.
- Sorry.

Have we met?

- It depends on your
definition of the word "met."

Shall we go to your office?

- Who's that?

- Cassandra, a psychic.

She used to do readings
for me back in the day.

She knew things about my past
that I had never told anyone.

She knew you were pregnant
before you even did.

She was bloody good at it, too.

- Good at pulling the
wool over your eyes.

- Come on.

We ain't got all day.

- Go on, Pearl,
see what she wants.

- So where have we met?

- I had a vision.

- What?

You had a vision of me?

- Of us.

It told me to speak to you.

- What, the vision did?

- Ooh, you're a skeptic.

I thought, being
Dolly's daughter, you'd

be a bit more open-minded.

- Well, I'm a detective.

I like proof.

- All I know is you
and I working together

is how we'll find
the missing girl.

- What, this is about Safiya?

- Of course.

Why else would I be here?

- Well, you didn't say.

You're the mind-reader, not me.

- My abilities run far
beyond simple telepathy.

When I heard the
girl was missing,

I tried to connect
with her spiritually.

- And did you?

- No.

But I did feel a presence.

She's alive.

- How can you tell?

- When someone's passed on, the
energy feels very different--

the way the soul responds.

But what was curious
about it, though--

she seemed happy.

I thought she'd be
frightened, but she weren't.

- Well, could you see where
she was or who she was with?

- No.

The connection wasn't
strong enough to see her.

Only face I saw was yours.

- Safiya!

- Safiya!
- Safiya!

- Safiya!

- Safiya!

Safiya!

- Safiya, where are you?
- Safiya!

- Safiya!

- She's a happy little girl.

She's got no
reason to run away.

- And you didn't see anyone
dodgy hanging around?

- It was busier than usual
because of the fair, but no.

- Her parents have
been out of town?

- For work.

- And they were
due back tonight?

- Are they away a lot?

- It's not unusual.

- How does that affect Safiya?

- What do you mean?

- Her relationship
with her parents,

how is it affected
by their absence?

- She's not as important
as their careers.

But if you're asking if she ran
away because they were coming

home, she wouldn't do that.

She loves them.

I can't believe I
let this happen.

- Guv.

- Excuse me.

- So you're saying she's
with someone she knows.

- It didn't feel like
it was a stranger.

She seemed secure.

Content.

She's with somebody she likes.

- And this vision that says
we're working together--

did it say anything else?

Did we have a lead?

What?

- There was one thing.

A rodent.

- A rodent.

- I know.

I can hear myself.

Sounds like the
ravings of a mad woman.

See, these things,
they don't come

to me in glorious technicolor.

Visions are like jigsaws--

clues that need
to be interpreted.

And that's what
you do, is it not?

- This was picked up on
CCTV at the car park.

- Who is she waving at?

- We don't know.

But the camera shows Safiya
approaching the gray van,

and she looks relaxed, goes
into the van voluntarily.

- Somebody she knows.

- Once she's in,
it drives off.

- Did we get the registration?

- I ran it through the system.

False plates.

- See if we can find it in any
of the traffic cams nearby.

- All right.

- And get a description of
the van out to all uniform.

- Jesus Christ.

- But we did put out an
appeal for information.

- Yeah, but this is--

- I know, otherworldly,
magical, mystical even.

- The appeal asked for
eyewitnesses, not fantasists.

- Oh, you're a skeptic.

Look, just because we don't
have the gift of the third eye,

it doesn't mean that we get
to just dismiss it as fiction.

- We're detectives.

Our job is about
facts and evidence.

- And keeping an open mind.

The truth is out there, Guv.

Shall we?

- Oh, God.

- Mr. Camel?

Thanks.

- Right here, please.

- Ooh.

Your spirit guide told you that
the missing girl is in an

igloo in--

Greenland.

- A giant Care Bear.

- Your vision sounds a lot like
the plot to "Moana," the film.

- You do know Elvis is dead?

- You see dead people?

- Lovely, thank you.

- Bloody waste of time.

- Ah, and not a single
mention of alien abduction.

Very disappointing.

- Please tell me we're done.

- I got one more person
for you to talk to.

Hey.
- Hey.

All right.

- Listen.

This is a bit left field,
but I've had a visit.

- Yeah?

- From a psychic.

What?

What did I say?

Dolly's known her for years,
reckons she's the real deal.

- Of course, she does.

Yeah, take a seat here.

- Her name is Cassie Gilmartin.

Apparently, she used to
work with the police.

Wondered if you'd heard of her.

- No.

- No, it doesn't
ring any bells.

- Look, I can't believe
I'm going to say this.

But according to
her vision, she

said that Safiya isn't scared.

Wherever she is,
she feels safe,

as if she's with a friend.

What?

- CCTV shows her
getting into a gray van.

- Yeah, all smiles.

Clearly, someone
she knows and likes.

- So you think Cassie
is onto something?

- Sarge.

- One minute.

- We haven't told anyone
about the CCTV yet.

- It could just
be a lucky guess.

- Look, I'm not one for
crystal balls and tea leaves,

but keep talking to her.

At the moment, we'll take
all the help we can get.

- Okay.

- Safiya's parents are here.

- All right.

- See you, Pearl.

- We think Safiya knows
the driver of that van.

She looks happy, relaxed.

- Do you know of
anyone who might

own or drive a van like that?

- We're not in her life enough.

- We give that
child everything.

- But we don't give her time.

Half the people in Whitstable
could know who she is,

and we wouldn't have a clue.

- This isn't helping anyone.

- Mr. Thomas--

- Do you have any ideas
about who this could be?

- They're everywhere,
those vans.

10 a penny.

- Well, the number plates
are fake, which suggests

that this was premeditated.

- We have an alert out
for any vans

matching this description.

- So you got nothing.

No leads, no suspects, no
idea who took our daughter.

- I don't understand how
this could be happening.

- Officers and volunteers
are scouring every inch

of the search radius.

We're doing everything we
can to find your daughter.

- Safiya!

Safiya!

- Safiya!

- So you decided to work
with me then, Pearl?

- How did you know that?

- Oh, it's written in
the stars, darling.

Plus, the fact, you
could have just called me

to tell me to sling me hook.

- I talked to the police.

Why didn't you tell me that
you used to work with them?

- They tell you that?

- I looked you up.

Due diligence.

- So you know what
happened then.

- I know what the press said.

Missing person case.

You made a mistake.

- Once.

It was a missing teenager.

A boy.

We'd been up all night.

I was tired.

I thought I knew
where he'd been taken.

By the time I
realized my mistake,

it had become a murder case.

But I am not wrong this time.

I know we can find her.

The fact that I
can feel her energy

means there's an
opening, a channel.

I just need to make a
stronger connection.

- How?

How do you do that?

- We need something
that belongs to her--

clothing, a favorite toy.

We've got to move quick.

These doors don't stay
open for very long.

Even if there's just
the smallest chance,

we have to try, don't we?

- Yeah.

- Hi, Mr. Thomas.

I'm Pearl Nolan.

I'm a private detective.

I'm helping with the
search for your daughter.

- So you want money.
Is that it?

- No.

No.

That's not why I'm here.

I was hoping, if there
was a possibility,

we could have
something that belongs

to Safiya, like a toy
or an item of clothing,

something like that.

- What for?

- Well, we sort
of need something

that has a connection to her.

- Is this some kind of joke?
- No.

I know it's unusual but--

- It's ridiculous.
- Sorry.

I'm just trying to help.
- You're wasting my time.

- Mr. Thomas, please.

We just need something
that has a sense of Safiya.

- You're not a detective.

You're one of those lunatics
from the psychic fair,

aren't you?

- No.

- We are living through a
parent's worst nightmare.

I won't have you filling my
wife's head with false hope.

- You just don't
care about her.

- You think I don't
worry about her?

- You know what?
Sometimes, I think you don't.

- What?
- If you care so much about--

- You are out of your mind.

- All you care about is
this house and this stuff.

- She's my daughter as well!

- I don't care
about the money!

I just want my daughter back.

- You really think,
if we make the payment,

they'll just hand her back?

Even you can't be that naive!

- Please, Paul.

- If we give in to this,
they're just gonna keep asking

for more, and more, and more!

- If we pay them--

- With what?

There's nothing left!

- Whose fault is that?

She's our child, Paul.

- This is DCI McGuire.

Please leave a message.

- Mike, call me back.

It's urgent.

- Did you find
something of Safiya's?

- Not yet.

Ruby, I need to
ask you a favor.

- Yeah?

Thanks.

- Well, the police told
me to stay here in case

she's lost and comes
looking for me.

- Makes sense.

- I always told
Safiya, if we ever

get separated, to go to the
place where I last saw her.

I should be there.

I just-- I just want her back.

- Well, there's loads
of police all around.

She goes looking for
you, they'll find her.

I've-- I've got
something to ask you.

My boss, Pearl, she's
a private detective.

She was wondering if you've
got any toys or clothes

that belong to Safiya.

- Yeah.

She's always
leaving stuff here.

Why?

- She's, uh--
she's working with

one of the psychics from the
fair to try and find Safiya.

- A psychic?

- It's a long shot.

- If there's even the smallest
chance it'll help find Safiya,

it's worth a try.

- You all right?
- Mike.

- I got your message.

- This is Mike McGuire.

He's leading the
investigation to find Safiya.

This is Cassie Gilmartin.

- Hi.

- She's the psychic
I told you about.

- You said it was urgent.

- Yeah.

When Paul saw me, he stuffed
a letter in his pocket.

Then, when I left, I
heard them arguing.

And Tanya was begging
him to pay the money,

but he was having none of it.

- So what are you thinking,
it might be a ransom?

- I think whoever's got Safiya
has been in touch with them.

- All right.

I'll follow it up,
see what I can find.

- Look, if that was my
Charlie, I'd beg, steal,

or borrow to pay a ransom.

Do you think he's in on it?

- The dad?

- He had an affair
with a client.

Business is in ruins,
reputation in tatters.

Could be a publicity stunt.

- Or the lover's husband
looking for payback.

I'll get into it.

Thanks.

- What do you know
about tarot cards?

- Sorry about that.

- Don't apologize for
finding your soulmate.

Twin flames-- one in
a lifetime connection.

- No.

Mike's not-- he's
a-- he's a friend.

This is Tom.

Tom's my boyfriend.

- Hi.

Right.

Sorry.

My mistake.

- I'll just get back to it.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

I was never any good
at love readings.

Ask my ex-husbands.

- Any joy?

- Yeah.

Flora gave me this.

Safiya loves Guinea pigs.

She takes that little guy
everywhere, apparently.

- A rodent.

- Can we find somewhere quiet?

I need to focus.

I thought
Cassie might like a coffee.

Caffeine sharpens the mind.

- Very thoughtful.

- Bit of quiet, please, ladies.

- Oh, sorry.

- Anything?

- Shh.

- I can feel her now.

- Told you.

- Quiet.

- She's scared now.

Alone.

I can see letters on
a red wall, maybe.

It doesn't make any sense.

L, S, G, U. And
there's numbers--

1, 0, 7, 7.

And there's a sign.

I think it says "Pegasus."

- Pegasus.

Does that mean anything to you?

- No.

Wait, though.

Isn't Pegasus the name of Jesse
Fleming's shipping company?

- Are you sure?

- I think so.

- Was she hurt?

- It's dark.

She's cold now.

- Right, that's a lead.

I'm gonna go down there.

- Well, you're not
going on your own.

- I'm okay.

- Look, why don't you call Tom?

- I don't know where you're
getting your information,

but there hasn't
been any ransom note.

- My source is good.

If someone's been in
touch, making demands,

you need to tell us.

- The sooner we know
what we're dealing with--

- How many times do
I have to tell you?

There is no note.

- Did they tell you not
to contact the police?

- This is a waste of time.

- Paul.

- Quiet.

You come into our
home, harassing us,

when you should be out
there finding our daughter.

- We're trying to help.

- You're not listening to me!

- It was delivered
this morning.

He didn't tell me, but I caught
him trying to destroy it.

He doesn't want to pay.

- You think if we
make the payment,

they'll just hand her back?

She's a witness.

- He never wanted her.

She's just an
inconvenience, a distraction

from your precious career.

- Our career.

What do you think
paid for all this?

- I never wanted any of it.

I just wanted us
to be a family.

- We are a family.

- No, we're a brand--

a perfect couple
helping other people

with their marriage problems.

You know, he signed her up
for boarding school, Safiya.

No discussion with me, just--

- Because you're too
emotional to see sense.

- Of course I'm emotional!

She's our daughter!

- Do you still have the note?

- Give them the note, Paul!

- They want 100 grand in cash.

Told me to text that number
when I have the money.

- We're on forensics.

- I'll check the
number, but it'll

likely be a pay as you go.

- Text them.

Say that you got the cash.

- I can't get my hands
on that kind of money.

- We'll sort that.

Just find out where they
want you to make the drop.

- I'm doing it.

- Safiya!
- Safi!

- Safi!

- Safiya!
- Safiya!

- I found it.

It's over here.

- Safiya, are you here?

- She's not here.

- But she must be.

She has to be!

- Well, maybe we
can look over there.

We didn't-- we didn't--

- This is a big mistake.

- Cassie, wait.

- This whole thing's
been a wild goose chase.

- I can't get it
out of my head,

how confused she was when she
saw that place was deserted.

- Well, dented pride
is like a paper cut.

It hurts more than it should.

- No, Mom, it was
more than that.

She was-- she was really
thrown by it, like she

expected Safiya to be there.

- Look, psychics
have a very strong

connection to their gifts.

If they have a vision, they
really believe that it's true.

- I know, you said.

- It was very brave of
Cassie to reach out to you

after what happened the last
time with that poor boy.

She lost everything-- her
career, her reputation.

She wouldn't put herself out
there again if she didn't

really believe she could help.

- Oh, hello.

I wonder if you can help me.

I was just ringing to make
an inquiry about a psychic

called Cassandra Gilmartin.

- Cassie Gilmartin?

- Yeah.

I was just wondering when
she was last on your books.

- Oh, let me see.

- Yeah.

- She's not been on our
books for about four years.

- Right.
Okay.

- Does that help?

- Yeah, that's really helpful.

Thank you.

- Thought you might need this.

- You're my actual hero.

- Is that about Cassie?

- Yeah.

Something's not right.

I can't put my finger on it.

Don't you think it's weird
that she stopped working

with the police years ago, and
now this kid's gone missing

and suddenly she's
here to help?

- It could just
be a coincidence.

- Yeah.

And then this
article is from 2010,

and her name wasn't Gilmartin
then, it was Jenkins.

- That's Flora's last name.

- There she is.

- In position.

Standby for the drop.

All right.

Now we wait.

- That's a pretty
common surname, right?

- Well, when you
hear hoofbeats,

think horses, not zebras.

- What?

- Occam's razor.

It's a science thing.

When all things appear equal,
the simplest explanation

is usually the right one.

Who's that?

- Flora's boyfriend.

I thought they'd split up
after she lost the baby.

- There you go.

Horses.

- Hi, it's Flora.

Please leave a message.

- You need to call me
back right now and tell

me what the hell's going on.

I-- I came to find the nanny.

Something told me I
had to speak to her.

- Oh, another vision, was it?

Look, you took a big
risk coming to see me,

putting yourself out
there after all this time.

- Well, I couldn't ignore
what I were feeling.

- It's a gutsy move, though,
sticking your neck on the line

again.

Unless you were completely
sure you were going

to be a hero.

You were so shocked,
weren't you,

that Safiya wasn't in
that shipping container

because you expected
her to be.

Because that's the arrangement
that you made with Flora,

your niece.

- Where's Safiya now?

- Honestly, I don't know.

- Suspect approaching vehicle.

Stand by.

- Flora was meant
to keep Safiya safe

until I was able to find her.

- And rebuild your
reputation in the meantime?

- I just wanted to
get my life back.

- Whose idea was it?

- Flora came to me.

She was so angry
with the parents,

spending so much time
away from Safiya.

It was just meant to
be a wake-up call.

- And then she didn't
take her to the shipping

yard, as planned.

Have you got any
idea where she is?

- Herne Bay.

It's where her boyfriend lives.

- Pearl, I can't really talk--

- It's the nanny,
Flora Jenkins.

She's got Safiya.

- How do you know?

- The psychic
confirmed it, Cassie.

- Oh, come on, Pearl.
Jesus.

- No.
She's in on it.

The whole thing's a scam.

Look, I've just sent you and
Nikki a photograph of Jason.

That's Flora's boyfriend.

I think he's involved.

- Where's the kid now?

- Well, we don't know.

But we're gonna go to
his place in Herne Bay.

- Guv, that's our guy.

- Right.

We've got him.

Thanks, Pearl.

This is our man.

Nobody move until
he touches that bag.

- Police!

Stop!

Game's over, Jason.

Where's the girl?

- It's okay!

Where's Safiya, Flora?

Look, sweetheart--

- It's time for
Safiya to go home.

- She's right.
- You told them?

- I had to.

- Look, Safi, sweetheart,
go back inside.

- You can't take her.
- You can't stop me.

- No.
They can.

Flora!

- Flora!

- She's gone around the back.

- Flora!

- It's gonna be okay, Flora.

- We just want to help you.

- I can give her a better life.

- She needs to be
with her parents.

- So they're taking
her away from me.

- Just come away from the edge.

- No.

Stay back.

Safi should be with me,
with someone who loves her.

I can't-- I can't lose her.

- It won't bring Olivia back.

- Ruby told me about your baby.

I'm so sorry.

- She was-- she
was born sleeping.

She was so beautiful.

I only held her for an
hour and then she was gone.

I've got nothing left.

- Flora!

- Flora, give me your hand.

Give me your hand.
Okay?

You need help.
Please let me help you.

Please.
Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Come on.

It'll be okay.

Give me your hand.

Come on.

- Pearl.

- It'll be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

- Hello, baby girl.

- Safiya.

- Look, Saf.

Look who's come to see you.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Mommy!

- Can you get her
out of here, please?

- I love you, munchkin.

- Wait.

- Tanya.

- I understand why you
did it, and I hear you.

It's just me and
her from now on.

Bet you're hungry, aren't you?

Would you like to
get some biscuits?

- Later, Pearl.

- See ya.

- Chief Inspector,
can I have a word?

I don't bite.

She doesn't blame you.

- Who?

- Your wife.

She wants you to be happy.

- Oh, thank God.

I don't suppose
there's any point in me

asking you never to put me
through anything like that

ever again.

- Or me.

Thanks.

- Have you seen Tom?

- No, sorry.

Maybe he's lost in the
Swiss Alps somewhere.

- I had a reading this
morning, actually, but--

well, let's just say I
wouldn't mind a second opinion.

We do it with
doctors, don't we,

if we get news we don't like?

Okay.

Should I ask Pearl to marry me?