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I'm Rebecca. I'm
Josephine's mum.

Can I go over to
Josie's house to play?

- Mummy, look, we're twins. Look, Mummy.
- Oh, girls. You look amazing.

Sorry. Do you mind not…

Oh, she's not back yet.

Well, we need
to go over there now.

We're looking for the
woman who owns the house.

No one lives here.

It's a holiday let.

Good morning, everyone. The
missing child is Lucia Blix.

Mrs Blix.

Why Lucia? Why you?

There was a woman.

Sarah sends
several messages.

"Enjoy your little life
while you still have it."

This was
planned meticulously.

Who are you?

Ten…

…nine, eight, seven…

…five, four,

three, two, one.

Ready or not, here I come.

Boo!

This one's nice.

Yeah.

Oh. Do that one. It's so pretty.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- It's okay.

Wow. That's so
beautiful. What is it?

It's a birthmark.

Mummy says it's the country
where babies are made.

Huh.

Ooh. They're so high.

Oh, we can try your
daddy's clothes on now.

Oh.

Daddy's dead, but I'm not…
I'm not supposed to tell.

How can
anyone walk in them?

Oh, I love them.
They're my favourite.

They're my favourite
too.

They're so comfortable.
They're like slippers.

Come up. I'm making hot chocolate.

Oh, yes, please. Yes.

The wand. I forgot the wand.

No, no. Stay with me, my love.

Josie, get your pyjamas on. Choose
a book. I'll be down in a minute.

Is it okay if I call you Lulu?

Yeah, I like it.

Your daddy's a lawyer.
That must be exciting.

Yes, but sometimes it
makes Mummy worried.

She gets scared about
locking the door.

You can lie on the
sofa if you're sleepy.

We can get ready
for bed in a minute.

Hmm?

Mummy, why
are you in Lucia's bed?

Oh, hi, Georgie.

Do you want to go back
downstairs? I'm coming.

Mmm.

I'm sorry, Georgie.
I was sleeping.

Where you going?

For a drive. I've got my phone.

Okay.

I'm Rebecca. I'm
Josephine's mum.

Lucia mentioned your…
your husband is a lawyer.

Did she? Yeah. Fred.
He's a criminal lawyer.

Sorry. Do you mind not…

Sorry. I'm just not comfortable
with people taking pictures

of my daughter
without my permission.

Oh, okay. That's interesting.

Um, and when you… When
you bought Felicity,

did you know that pigs
could be aggressive?

I had no idea.

She was a tiny little thing.

Used to cuddle up to the
kids on the sofa. Ooh.

Yeah, don't look her in the eye.

She doesn't like it.

Right. No, I wasn't going to.

Okay, great. Um, that's
great. Thank you so much, Ian.

Uh, we're just gonna get
a couple of photos of you

- and, um, Felicity together…
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

…and then, um… Yeah, that's
perfect. Thank you very much.

- Hi, I'm Mike.
- It's very nice to meet you.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Hey, Selma.

Where are you?

I'm on the pig.

What?

The out of control
pet pig in Warrington.

Local residents have
started a petition.

Did you get a picture with
the pig oinking angrily at a small child?

Ha ha. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Photographer is here now.

Look, um, I want to
interview Elisa Blix.

Right, yeah, and I
want to win a Pulitzer.

The police won't let
her do interviews.

Right, yeah. Okay, but what
if I can get her to talk?

Can I have the story then?

What are you thinking?

Okay, so, um…

Right. She's all over social media
for the past seven, eight years,

but before that,
there's nothing.

Like no previous jobs, no school photos,
no ill-advised drunken university posts.

Literally nothing.

I think she's maybe
changed her identity.

Well, if you could prove, and I
mean prove she changed her identity.

Well… …she's
hiding something. I know it.

Then you need to get her to
talk, see what she's got to say.

I can't run it without that.

Bye, gotta go.

Still nothing from
the ANPR search?

Not yet.

And are we still working under the
assumption this was a criminal gang?

That Rebecca was
hired for the job?

And that she's Sarah Banks?

I want to be honest with you
both. We just don't know yet.

Well, Lucia's been gone five days.
You've got essentially nothing, right?

No leads, nothing.

Believe me, I am turning
over every single stone.

Yeah, well, the odds of finding
her alive go down every single day.

Fred, please.

The hard fact is that the people who
took Lucia planned it meticulously.

We've got very little to go on.

There is something I'd
like to talk to you about, Elisa.

I wouldn't have chosen to release
that photo of Lucia and Josephine

on social media.

It's essential that we control the
information that's released to the public.

It's essential that we keep
Lucia in people's minds.

That post… It's already been
shared 90,000 times. It's helping.

And since you posted that photo,

we've had a vast increase in
calls to the incident room,

and honestly, we're swamped.

Most people are well-meaning,
but the vast majority go nowhere.

I'm just getting the
message out there.

Georgie.

Georgie?

Georgie?

Georgie?

Georgie?

Georgie?

Oh, God, Georgie, you scared
me. I didn't know where you were.

Come on. Let's go downstairs.

Please don't disappear like tha…

Fred?

Fred!

Elisa?

They want money. They want…
They want money for Lucia.

All prisoners,
the wing office is now open.

Thanks.

Marcus Turner.

Here we go.

George said he found
the letter this morning.

Yeah, according to the
footage on the video doorbell,

it was delivered at 7:47 a.m.

Yes, we reviewed the images, and
because the hat is pulled down low,

we're unable to use facial
recognition software.

Is there any chance it could
be someone linked to your work?

I mean, I… I can't
recognise a fucking baseball cap.

I know it's a long shot, but is there
anything about them that seems familiar?

Could it be a… a former client?

No, no.
I mean…

- I don't know. I don't know.
- Maybe ma-many years ago?

I feel like I'm just
looking at a fucking baseball cap.

What do we do?

The envelope and the
letter are being tested,

but it will take a few days.

Well, what about the money?

They said that
we've got 48 hours.

We have the
money, and we can get it.

Go on. W-What do you think?

I'd advise against paying
the ransom so quickly.

There's nothing here that only
the kidnappers would know,

you know, based on the information that
we released in the press conference

and your social media post.

Lucia's nine years
old.

She's with strangers.

If money is what it takes to get
her back, then we're gonna pay it.

We need to authenticate the
letter and…

…frankly, we need proof
of life from them.

I know it's awful to have
to think in those terms,

but our best hope is that
they get in touch again

and then we start a
dialogue with them.

But they said not to
involve the police.

Yeah, yeah. W-We have to appear
to be on their terms, yeah?

This is the advice we're giving.

Ultimately, it is up to you.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Doors closing.

Hi, Selma. Um,
I've got something for you.

- Maans, guess what.
- What?

There's a fucking ransom
letter. It makes no sense.

Police will be going through
their finances right now, I bet.

- Oh, my God, it smells amazing.
- Hmm.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Jackfruit stew. It's
my nan's recipe.

Oh, my God.

Did you get the coriander?

Uh, no. God, sorry, I forgot.

My fault.

I should have sent you a voice
note to remind you to read my text.

How was work?

Yeah, fine, you know. Full on.

Yeah, that's really good.

But still better with
coriander. I'll go now.

So there's a ransom demand now.

Didn't hear about that.

It's not public yet.

I got the letter from a police
officer on the investigation.

A police officer gave
you the ransom letter?

Mm-hmm. Well, I mean, I
had to pay him for it.

Well, they're supposed to be looking
for her, not making money off it.

We'd literally know nothing
without leaky police.

And besides, something about
all of this just feels really off.

Yeah, why wait so long to
send the ransom demand?

Yeah, exactly. And why risk hand
delivering it? It makes no sense.

No, no, I told you that I needed
to be there for the police interview.

Yes, yes, I did.

No, Pete, it doesn't…
I-It doesn't even…

Look, i-it has to be
me, okay? No one else.

Look, I've, uh… I've got to go.

Yeah, okay, will do, yeah.

Bye.

Is that work? I thought… I thought
Peter was taking your cases.

Yeah, he is,

but now the police are interviewing
my client on the Ellams' case.

Fred, we can get that
money together, right?

Just in case.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on it.

But we can get it quickly.

Yeah. Look…
…I'm looking into it, okay?

Anyway, the police
want us to wait.

No. We're her parents, Fred.
We have to make the decision.

Right,
look. I've, uh, got to go.

Do you really have to leave?

Yeah, the police are
interviewing my client. I do.

I-I-I have to… have to be there.

I can't believe I'm gonna say
this, but please don't go.

I don't want you to go.

What is going on?

- Uh, look, I'm...
- Do you know something?

El, I've got to go.

Fred, if you know something,
you have to tell me, please.

Elisa. I know
as much as you, okay?

- I'm asking you not to go, please.
- I have to. I've got to go.

Thank you so much, Maria.
I really appreciate it.

I-I have my phone, so if anyone
calls or comes to the house,

I can be back in 20 minutes.

- Bye, Mummy.
- Bye, Georgie, love you.

Don't worry.
We'll be fine.

Love you!

Mrs Blix? I'm, uh, Selma
Desai from Dash Voice.

- You were told to stay away.
- I know.

I'm sorry, um…

I'm just really keen to talk to you
about your social media campaign.

It's amazing what you've been
doing at such a difficult time.

We wanna help get the word out.

Thank you, but I can't. Not now.

Well, I can come back later.

There's a lot going on.

I know.

I-I just wanna help.

How? How will you help?

I know about the ransom letter.

If you're thinking about paying,
people often use private negotiators.

I've heard they can be
better than the police.

Who told you about that?

The police are gonna tell you not to
pay, but if you do want a second opinion,

I can find someone for
you to talk to about it.

You can't talk about this.
You can't write about it.

We've been told not to
speak to the police.

I wouldn't do anything
to risk hurting Lucia.

Look, I have to go.

Hi.

Mrs Blix, I, uh… I'm so
sorry about your daughter.

Lucia's not dead.

No… …of course,
um… W-What can I do for you?

I'd like to take out a loan.

£100,000.

And the funds would be for?

I… …just
need access to cash.

It's a large sum.

We'll need to go through
affordability checks.

Or we can secure it
against the house.

Um, sorry, can you tell me how
long this would take to arrange?

We would need your husband
involved in the conversation

as the house is in
both of your names.

And, of course, there is the previous
loan already secured on the house.

The previous loan?

Yes, the £200,000 loan you
took out with your husband.

Your signature's on it.

Why aren't you
picking up your phone?

I've just been to the bank.

You forged my signature.

Where is our
fucking money, Fred?

I had a journalist ask me
today about the ransom note.

You need to call me.

I haven't seen one of
these since I was wee.

So what, like last year?

- Good one.
- 500.

- As agreed, Detective.
- Could have put it in something.

Mmm, brown envelope doesn't
look any less dodgy. Trust me.

That's the one when he
delivered the ransom letter.

That's all we've got.

And you've heard nothing since?

Not a peep.

Whoever he is, he's
gone to ground.

See you.

Hi, uh… …it-it's
Elisa. Is-Is Fred there?

He
isn't. Sorry, Elisa.

Well, where's he gone?

He's in a meeting with
the police and a client.

I can ask him to call you back.

Fuck.

Thanks.

What specific threats
did they make?

Well, they
didn't write me a letter

or draw me a picture of exactly
what they were gonna do to me.

To my wife, my girls.

I've got to protect my family.

Steven, I understand,

but you said you had evidence.

Look, I told you I
can't… I-I don't remember.

Your evidence has already
sent a gang member to prison.

If you change your story now,
the case could fall apart.

Yeah, Mr Bailey is doing his
very best to recall events

that happened over
a number of years.

Yeah, and he's doing it despite
considerable risk from people

who routinely intimidate witnesses to,
uh… …deter them from testifying.

Yeah, we all know the lengths
that they go to for revenge.

I think we should
stop there for today.

Yeah, yeah, let's,
uh… Let's pick this up tomorrow, yeah?

I'll see you out.

Look, thanks for
coming, mate.

I know things aren't easy with
everything you've got going on.

Hi, Selma. I'm about to go on a date,
so you've got until I get to the bar.

A date? I… What
happened to Gemma?

Selma, for someone so
smart, you're a bit…

Forget it. What is it?

Um, uh, yeah, okay,

I know you said not to
use my police contact,

but I think I've got something.

A picture of the man delivering the
ransom demand from their video doorbell,

but the police can't ID him.

I didn't authorise expenses to pay
police officers for information.

But if I can find him,
we get the story first.

Well, do you think you can?

Um, yeah, maybe.

Uh, when we report on
high-profile cases,

people contact the office
with information, right?

Yeah, the Green Biro Brigade.

- Yeah, nutters.
- Mmm.

Right, okay, um, give me two
minutes. I'll call you back.

Mmm.

Elisa.

Um, hi. It's-It's Fred.

Has something happened?

He's disappeared. I
don't know where he is.

I don't know who else to call. I…
I need you to help me find him.

Apparently he left work hours
ago, but he's still not back.

Okay.

I'm on it. Bye.

- Walker.
- Boss?

Get a BOLO on Fred's
vehicle. He's gone walkabout.

What the fuck's he playing at?

Coolidge, get uniform to
check in on Fred's mother

and any other
family in the area.

- We need to find him. Right now.
- Yes, boss.

Fuck.

Kaleb, it's a woman, the
person who delivered the note.

I've sent you a photo.

One sec.

Look, she's wearing the exact
same hat from the door cam image

and she's constantly spamming
us about our Lucia articles.

The police are looking
for a man, right?

- Are you sure it's her?
- I think so. It has to be a hoax.

I'll call the SIO, but she's gonna
wanna know where you got that photo.

I can't give up
my source, Kaleb.

You should get to Elisa first.
See if this gives you an in.

The police will be busy
finding this woman.

Okay. Yeah, bye.

Mrs Blix? Mrs
Blix, can we talk?

I-I just wanna talk.

Mrs Blix, I know who that is.
It's… It's actually a woman.

My editor is speaking
to the police,

but I wanted to come
and tell you in person.

Who is she?

Her name's Rachel Lamont.
She's a… She's a serial hoaxer.

- A hoax?
- Yeah.

She just moved to the area from London.
Maybe the police weren't aware of her.

We've given the details
to the officer in charge.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I thought that if
it was about money,

then… …there's
a chance she might still be alive.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

It's called ambiguous loss.

The person you love is gone,

but you don't know how, or
why, or if they're coming back.

It's said to be
close to torture.

Yeah.

Listen, um, I do want to help.

And the way that Lucia was
taken, it seems targeted.

They wanted Lucia,
not just any child.

What do you mean?

Well, if it's personal, it's likely
to be someone you know, right?

So I've been doing
background into you and Fred,

but I can't seem to
find anything about, um,

where you grew up or
where you went to school.

Like, who were you before
you became Mrs Blix?

Wa…

What? Why
are you following me?

We've been over everything
a hundred times.

And in the week my daughter is kidnapped,
you suddenly can't remember anything.

- Did they get to you?
- No.

Did they threaten you? Huh?

Make you retract your
story, is that what this is?

Oh, fuck this.

Did you tell
them about my kids? Huh?

Did they take Lucia?
Are they warning me off?

Will they give her back
if I pull out the case?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Did they take her?

Nothing to do with me.

You're meant
to be my lawyer.

I've not done anything to you.
I'm nothing to do with it.

The fuck, Fred?

Morning.
What have you got?

Check your email.

Europol sent me some footage
from a petrol station in France.

I think it's her.

Oh, my God, that's her.

Where was this?

Service station in
Northern France. Five days ago.

Right, I want you to get on
to French police and Europol,

see if they can help us
with an ID for the man.

I'm gonna need CCTV from all the
other cameras in the service station.

See if you can work out which
direction they were travelling.

On it now.

I'm just
with Fred's car.

It's parked in some
cul-de-sac near Wilmslow.

He's nowhere to be seen.
The keys are still in car.

What is he doing?

Sweetheart, you're here.

What happened?

She's fine. She had a nosebleed.
I had to find her clothes.

Where am I? Where's my mummy?

I am so sorry.

That journey must
have been horrible.

If we could have done
it any other way.

But you're here now.

And I promise you, everything
is gonna be perfect.

Welcome home, Lulu-Rose.

Come. Come.

Let's go upstairs.