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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!

Safi!

Safiya!

♪ There once was a place

♪ With mudlands a lonely

♪ Way-hay-ho

♪ And I'll seek and I'll search ♪

♪ And I know that I'll find it ♪

♪ Way-hay-ho

♪ I know the wind, she blows

♪ I know, the tides are low

♪ But you'll find me at the White Post ♪

♪ You'll find me at the White Post ♪

- 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, 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?

Mm-hmm.

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.

Oh.

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.

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.

Oh.

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!

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?