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♪♪

Claire: Dad says you've got something big coming up,

something important to you,

saying it's going to be a bumpy ride.

But you'll get through it. Did he call you Motty?

Yes.

That's what he's saying!

He's saying, "Power through, Motty."

It just feels a bit less intimidating.

-Have you been to one before? -Have you been in yet?

-I'm next. -Good luck.

How was it?

It was amazing.

Belle?

Here we go.

I'm getting a male energy.

An older male?

Has your grandfather passed?

Five weeks ago.

♪♪

He's showing me a doll.

A dreaming doll?

Does that make sense to you?

Dolly Daydream.

That's what he used to call me.

Since I was little, 'cause I was always daydreaming.

♪♪

He's showing me flowers. That's a sign of love.

♪♪

Oh, no. Wait.

No, he's...

[ Breathing heavily ]

He's showing me something else.

What is it?

[ Breathes deeply ]

♪♪

Fire.

♪♪

Belle: How would she know that? I've got goosebumps.

I know. She was really good.

♪♪

Belle: When she said it was Granddad, my mind was blown.

It makes me completely re-evaluate

our place in the universe. Do you know what I mean?

Like, obviously things are beyond our --

[ Gasps ] Oh, my God!

-Belle: That's my house. -Martha: Oh, okay, er --

Belle: Martha, that's my house. Stop the car.

Martha: Let me just park.

♪♪

Belle: What's happened?

-No. No, no.

♪♪

Belle: What's happened?

♪♪

[ "Just as the Tide Was Flowing" plays ]

♪♪

♪ One morning in the month of June ♪

♪ Down by a rolling river ♪

♪ There a weary traveller chanced to stray ♪

♪ And he beheld his lover ♪

♪ Her cheeks were red, her eyes were brown ♪

♪ Her hair in ringlets hanging down ♪

♪ She'd a lovely face without a frown ♪

♪ Just as the tide was flowing ♪

♪♪

Anne: Humphrey? Morning.

Humphrey: Hello.

You're up early.

Thought you might need a bacon butty.

Humphrey: Ah, lifesaver.

Just been giving the place a lick of paint.

It certainly looks a bit brighter.

Maybe you should keep all the doors and windows open

to get rid of the new paint smell.

Oh, yes, good idea.

Mmm. Mmm.

So...

are you worried about this morning?

Not worried.

More...terrified.

Don't be.

They'll see how strong you are together.

Mm.

You'll make splendid foster parents.

Yes, we like to think so.

Seems such a shame, you know, to have so much love to give

and not have anyone to give it to.

Just be yourself.

Yes.

♪♪

♪♪

Margo: "If you're single,

keep an eye out for romantic opportunities

which may come from an unexpected place."

-Hmm. -Hmm.

Sounds promising.

Or a threat.

Kelby: Alright. Okay.

Esther: What's he doing?

Got a big fishing trip this weekend.

Kelby: We'll head down.

Alright, so, the fire service have finished their assessment,

so it's all good for us to go take a look.

Any idea what started it?

They said the fire definitely began in the garage,

but there was no sign of an accelerants,

so they can't say for sure if it started deliberately or not.

Well, it was Martha's friend,

so I'm sure the Inspector will want to go and look anyway.

You get out and talk to the neighbours.

Will do.

Galley door replaced, table re-stained,

loose tile fixed in shower, deck scrubbed fore and aft.

Have we got any more sourdough?

Er, storeroom, shelf above the tins.

So have we missed anything?

I don't think so.

And why do they have to see us separately?

To make sure one of us isn't bullying the other

into doing something we don't want to do,

I suppose. Problem?

You'll be brilliant and I'll be rubbish.

You'll be fine. Just be yourself.

But do not tell the frogman joke.

Ah, Esther, good morning.

Morning both. So?

-She's been brilliant. -No backchatting?

No. In fact, she's been a godsend.

You should be very proud of her.

Oh, I am, but don't tell her that.

Actually, I was thinking,

I'd like to buy you a glass of wine

to say thank you for taking her on.

I've never knowingly turned down a glass of wine.

After work.

I'll see if my boss will let me off early.

-No. -Great.

Alright, Mum? Need coffee?

Er, no thanks, love. Maybe on the way back.

Um, fire service are done.

We can go and see Belle Hammond's house.

Oh, I spoke to Belle this morning.

She hardly slept a wink.

I think the house is in pretty good nick.

The garage is totalled, but they got there before it spread.

Did you know Belle and Martha were seeing a medium last night?

-So I heard. -Not a believer?

I can think of better things to do with my money.

Well, believe it or not, she apparently predicted the fire.

-Yeah, right. -She did.

Then it was either a lucky guess or she did it herself,

in which case, we should arrest her for arson.

I'll be in the car.

Okay. Bye.

Zoe: Bye, Mum.

♪♪

Emergency services got a call around 9:30 p.m.

By the time the fire team got here, it had taken hold.

And you say there were no signs it was started deliberately?

Nothing conclusive either way.

Belle: Hey.

Esther: Oh, Miss Hammond?

Belle, please.

And you must be Humphrey.

Oh, yes, I'm afraid so.

I was hoping to meet you at the Ten Mile Kitchen

opening night, but I missed you.

Ah, yes, um -- I, er -- I got held up.

And we've been missing each other ever since.

Humphrey: Well, Martha's told me all about you.

Well, probably not everything,

or she'd be incriminating herself.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, sorry.

Er, Detective Sergeant Williams.

Belle and Martha went to school together.

Oh. Um, er, Belle, can you just talk me through

what was in the garage and where?

Of course. It's lucky I left my car in the drive.

Yeah. Um, so......

no fuel in cans, chemicals, aerosols?

Belle: No fuel. I think there was some car cleaning stuff...

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Can you think of any reason why --

Er, can I ask, was the back door here working properly?

Er, yes, I think so.

I had everything checked after last time.

-Last time? -Belle: Oh, yes.

About month ago, I came home and found the patio doors open.

Someone had forced it. But they didn't take anything,

so I think they heard me coming back.

And you didn't report it?

Didn't seem much point.

Mm. Hmm.

You've -- you've got a bit of ash on your face.

Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you.

Yes. [ Clears throat ]

I think we're done here, sir.

Yes, right. W-We'll leave you in peace.

Thank you.

Oh, and good luck.

You've got your interviews today, haven't you?

Yes. Yes, we have.

Well, I hope it goes well.

I'm sure it will.

Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

♪♪

Esther: Interviews?

Humphrey: Er, yes.

Martha and I are applying to be foster parents.

That's great news. Why didn't you mention anything?

Just in case we weren't accepted, I suppose.

Anyway, all the paperwork's done.

Now they want to see the whites of our eyes.

I'm sure you'll be amazing foster parents.

Let's hope the social workers agree.

What?

You think it was deliberate, don't you?

Yes, I do. The lock on the back door

into the garage looks like it was forced open.

So you think a burglar came,

ignored the house and the car in the drive,

broke into the garage instead, and started a fire?

Well, it doesn't sound likely when you say it like that,

does it?

Maybe the firemen broke the door.

-Yes, of course. -[ Car alarm chirps ]

Yes, that must be it.

♪♪

And...

♪♪

Oh.

[ Laughs ]

[ Engine starts ]

♪♪

[ Mobile beeping ]

-Someone's popular. -Oh, don't.

It's a chap from the app.

He won't stop pinging.

Mister stamp collector?

That's good, isn't it? Didn't you say he seemed nice?

He was.

But he's a bit...

Young?

Dull.

Now he's after a second date.

I want to say a polite no thanks, but how?

-Just ghost him. -Excuse me?

Ghost him and move on.

Okay, with a ghost emoji thingy.

No, no, no, no! Quick, delete.

Oh, damn.

I bet he's seen your three dots now.

Never mind. Just don't reply.

Sooner or later, he'll get the hint you're not interested.

That's ghosting.

It seems a bit mean.

Girl needs what a girl needs.

So, what are you looking for?

I don't think I'm looking for anything in particular.

Didn't you say with Dad you knew in the first 10 minutes?

10 minutes?

Nah, you can't commit straight off like that.

Even if I met Timothée Chalamet tomorrow,

I'd want to know that he respects my ambitions

before I make him my bae.

Take my advice, Mrs. L -- try before you buy.

Who on Earth is "Timothy Shalomi"?

-Esther: Cheers, Nick. -[ Handset clacks ]

They're gonna check with the team

that attended the fire to see if they had to break in.

Well, let's say they didn't.

What possible reason could someone have to break

into a garage and start a fire?

-Kids? -Humphrey: No.

Kids who start fires for fun are opportunistic,

and, moreover, they, uh -- they like to watch their handiwork.

They don't generally break into buildings to do it.

Insurance?

Maybe she's struggling for money.

A quick fire somewhere that doesn't really matter,

like a garage, might bring in a few grand.

Perhaps.

We should check her finances.

Yep, onto it.

But then where does this prediction fit in?

Okay. Well, let's say it is insurance fraud.

Maybe the "prediction" gave her the idea.

Oh, no, that can't be true.

Martha was with her from the whole time she left the reading.

Then the psychic was in on it with her.

That feels like a bit of a stretch.

More than a psychic actually seeing the future?

♪♪

-Belle: I hope you don't mind. -Course not.

I couldn't believe it when Mike told me what happened.

I can't believe you told me it was gonna happen.

Belle, you have to understand how it works.

The spirits show me things.

I don't always know what it means.

All I can do is say what it feels like.

Fire can be associated with cleansing,

or even anger or passion.

It's difficult to read on its own without context.

You don't understand.

It's what I used to say to my granddad.

It was just me and him, you see. We didn't have anyone else.

I used to say to him, "You're my guardian angel,"

and now it's true.

Is he here now?

Please.

He's always with you, sweetheart.

I'll pay for another reading.

No, don't be silly.

[ Breathes deeply ]

♪♪

Okay.

He's acknowledging you've called him your guardian angel,

but he's showing me a list, and he's sort of tutting, like,

"Oh, no, poor me," sort of thing.

Do you understand that?

I always used to write him a list of jobs.

Now you've added "guardian angel" to his list,

he won't get any peace.

That's so him. He loves a good moan.

Wait. There's something...

[ Breathes deeply ]

He's showing me a car.

I was looking at getting a new car.

No, he's showing me an old one. He's saying...

he's saying it might let you down.

Wouldn't surprise me.

No.

Oh, he's stern. He's serious.

You have to be careful.

♪♪

How have you found the process?

Okay. Bit intense.

You're doing great.

We just need to be clear about your expectations

and make sure we know what your skill sets are,

and, just as important, what support network you have.

Oh, you know you're down for a home visit next week?

Er, yes. Think we're ready.

Oh, please don't feel you have to do anything special for that.

Again, that is just us being clear

about the home environment,

the practicalities of how the home will work

during the fostering period.

So, don't feel you have to repaint

everything before we get there. [ Laughs ]

-Heavens, no. -It's a house boat, isn't it?

Er, yes. Is that a problem?

No reason it should be.

I mean we'd have to make sure it's safe for a child,

of course. I'm sure it would be fine.

And, as we previously discussed, 'cause of Humphrey's job,

you'll be listed as the main carer.

-Still comfortable with that? -Yes, of course.

And it won't be an issue, you also running a business?

No. Erm, in fact, I've just taken on another assistant,

so it absolutely won't be a problem.

We just both really want this to work, so, whatever it takes.

Good.

♪♪

Yeah. [ Chuckling ]

Okay, Nick. Thank you.

[ Sniffing ]

What's that smell?

Er, sorry. Bait.

I picked it up on my way back.

Out.

Alright.

So, the firemen didn't break into the garage.

The side door was open when they got there.

So someone did force it open.

And if there was an attempted break-in four weeks ago

then maybe the same person came back.

-Expecting someone? -Yes.

I've got the social worker coming,

after they've seen Martha.

It's Hannah Owen. Do you remember?

Er, from the burglaries at Christmas.

Oh right.

Well, that's exciting.

Yeah.

So, I ran a finance check on Belle Hammond.

All looks okay.

Nothing to suggest she's got money troubles.

So it's unlikely it's insurance fraud.

Which means that if Belle wasn't involved in starting the fire,

that makes Claire Moss's prediction

all the more remarkable.

All she's doing is conning people.

People can't see the future.

[ "Devil's Resting Place" plays ]

♪♪

♪ I woke up one morning to know that I had gone ♪

♪ Finally taken a step and jumped right off the wall ♪

♪ When you come to call on me, that's why my eyes are glazed ♪

♪ I've been with the devil in the... ♪

[ Tyre pops, screeching ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

So, I hope this isn't too much of an intrusion on your day.

[ Clears throat ] No comment.

[ Laughs ] Sorry.

Just a little ice breaker, um, because we're...

Oh, yeah. [ Chuckles ]

Sorry, it was either that or a frogman joke,

and I've been warned off that.

Right.

Sorry, go on.

So, as you know, I've already met with Martha.

She spoke very passionately about your commitment

-to the process. -Absolutely.

She also said she didn't have any preference

when it came to age.

Is the same also true for you?

Well, we understand it's a broad church,

er, though I assume there's a cut-off point.

That is if it's -- er, if it's children.

Then the range must be, what, zero to 18?

Which is fine.

I'm not sure how we'd cope with you dropping off a 43-year-old.

Huh.

"Here's Eric.

He's a welder, and he likes to drink lager top

and plays rugby for the local pub every other weekend!"

[ Chuckles nervously ]

Not that I've got anything against old people.

Or welders.

But they're not children, are they?

So I think what I'm actually trying to say is,

er, yes, absolutely, spot on. No preference.

[ Chuckles ]

Humphrey. [ Breathes deeply ]

Try and relax.

I'm not here to judge you or make any decisions today.

This is just about putting faces to names,

getting to know who you are and why you think

you and your partner can do this.

Sorry, I'm not very good at these things.

-Just tell me about yourself. -I'm even worse at that.

Try.

Okay. Well, there's two ways we can go about this.

Er, I can either try and be as honest as possible, or...

or I could tell you a frogman joke.

Let's go with the first one, shall we?

Worried you might say that.

[ Breathes deeply ] Um...

I'm a bit clumsy.

I trip over, bump into things.

I can knock an ornament off a mantelpiece at 10 paces.

My father used to say

that I'd been given somebody else's hands and feet,

and as a result, I had no control over them whatsoever.

He may have a point. My future mother-in-law

has created a padded area for me to sit when I visit.

I'm often forgetful about important things,

yet, ironically,

vividly remember things of absolutely no importance at all.

I can drive.

But I'm far too easily distracted

to be particularly good at it.

My swimming can best be described as floundering,

and I once got my tie caught in an ATM machine.

Passing midwife had to cut me free.

I don't like ties.

♪♪

I am socially awkward.

And terribly disorganised.

♪♪

But I like people.

I care for them, generally.

I think I'm kind.

♪♪

I had a father just rubbish enough

to teach me how to be a better one.

But most of all, and -- and -- and the reason

that you should go back to your colleagues

and suggest to them that they rush back

with an armful of children is that Martha,

who'll be doing most of the hard work,

is the sweetest, kindest human being on God's green Earth.

And whilst I flap about, knocking things over...

she will be amazing.

♪♪

[ Breathes deeply ]

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

How did it go?

Terribly.

Oh, no. What happened?

I panicked and told the truth.

I described all my faults in minute detail.

I'll be amazed if they let us look after a gerbil,

let alone a human child.

Right, I've talked to all the neighbours.

No one saw anything.

A few of them have got door cameras

but nothing overlooking the Hammond house.

Weirdly, no one I spoke to called the fire brigade.

And while we're doing weird,

I had Belle Hammond on the phone when you were in the other room.

She went back to see the so-called psychic Claire Moss.

Apparently, her granddad "came through" again

and told her to be careful in her car.

And?

And on the way home, she had a blowout,

lost control, and ran off the road.

You have to admit,

that is now two predictions that have come true.

"Be careful when driving your car"?

It's a bit generic, especially when you've got an old car.

Yes, on its own, perhaps,

but when you add it to the warning about the fire,

both within 24 hours...

[ Chuckles ]

You're not saying you actually believe all that rubbish?

I'm not saying anything.

I mean, I'm sure they have their fair share of charlatans,

but is there no such thing as a psychic gift?

I don't know. I prefer to keep an open mind.

Yes. But you also believe in aliens.

No. I don't not believe in them.

There is a difference.

-If you say so. -[ Knock on door ]

There is. There is.

[ Sighs ]

Can I get you something? Tea, coffee?

-Oh, no, thank you. -No ta.

She's just finishing up a phone reading,

so she'll be two minutes.

So, you're Claire's husband?

That's right -- Mike. Yeah.

So, you here about Belle's fire?

Just crossing a few T's, dotting some I's.

Do you know Miss Hammond?

Yes, I do. Yeah, we work in the same building.

In fact, it was me who suggested she come and meet Claire.

She lost her grandfather recently.

Yes. Very sad.

I think Claire's been helping her quite a bit.

I'll just go and check on her.

Claire: Okay, I won't be long.

Hmm.

It's a healing crystal. Black tourmaline.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

No, no problem. I'm DI Goodman. This is DS Williams.

We just wanted the briefest of chats about Belle Hammond.

Of course, yeah.

You did a reading for her last night?

Oh, yes. I -- I did.

Um, we had a group session.

Yes, actually, my fiancé was here.

-Oh. -Martha. Martha Lloyd.

She's an old school friend of Belle's.

I remember Martha. Her dad came through for her.

Humphrey: Yes, so I believe.

You warned Belle Hammond about a fire?

I saw flames, but as I explained to her,

I wasn't entirely sure what that meant.

And, today, you warned her about her car?

Okay, firstly, you need to understand

I never actually said either of those things.

Who did then?

Well, I was talking to Belle's grandfather.

Her dead grandfather.

He's in spirit, yes.

So, did you see how the fire started?

I'm sorry, but you -- you clearly have no understanding

at all of what it is that I do.

And what is it that you do, exactly?

♪♪

[ Breathes deeply ]

♪♪

I have an elderly lady in spirit.

She's been here since you arrived.

She's very elegant. Straight backed.

Nanny Bird.

Claire: She's very tall.

6'7".

She's -- She's actually here?

Now?

She wants you to know that she's happy

with where you are in your life, that you're settled.

She's showing me flowers, which represents love.

She always said she had no idea what would become of me.

Well, she's very proud.

So when you told Belle Hammond her car would crash --

I didn't say that.

I just said I could see an issue with her car

so that she should be careful.

So when you say you saw an issue with her car,

was that you or her grandfather?

Her grandfather.

I sense you don't approve of what I do, Sergeant Williams.

As I said, I'm not entirely clear what you do.

♪♪

There's a young man here.

Don't.

I am not interested.

Think we're done here, sir.

Oh, y-yes. [ Clears throat ]

Absolutely.

Thank you for your time, Mrs. Moss.

-You're welcome. -Thank you.

Bye, Nanny Bird.

[ Door opens, closes ]

That was amazing.

What was?

Nanny Bird.

She worked out that you're old enough

that your grandmother's probably dead

and that, like you, she was probably tall and a bit posh.

Then how did she know her name?

She didn't. You said that.

[ Door opens ]

All done then?

Get what you need?

Excuse me?

Always telling her she should work with police.

Use her gift to help find people,

you know, track down crooks.

We just needed a quick chat. You having trouble?

Just can't get it started in the mornings.

I think it's the alternator not getting enough juice

through to the battery, you know.

Didn't your wife tell you that might happen?

-No. -Oh.

Funny, that.

♪♪

Sorry. Sorry about her.

♪♪

Martha: Mum?

[ Gasps ]

You look amazing!

It would be a much better compliment

if you didn't look so surprised.

So, what's the occasion?

Does there need to be one?

No, but what is it?

I have a date.

Who with? You didn't mention it.

'Cause I didn't want you fussing.

-I don't fuss. -Then what are you doing now?

Gently enquiring who my mother is going on a date with.

His name is Richard, and we both swiped up,

or left, or was it right?

Anyway, we're a match, and he's taking me for a cream tea

and an afternoon stroll in the park.

-That's exciting. -Hardly.

But we have to start somewhere. Why are you here?

I thought I'd come and tell you about my interview.

-How did it go? -Brilliant.

At least I think it was. Hannah was so nice.

She said we seemed like ideal candidates,

that if the home visit is successful

we have a panel meeting, then after a couple more checks,

we could potentially go on the list.

Oh, that's fabulous news, Motty.

Oh, she has to talk to Humphrey, as well, of course.

Oh.

He'll be fine.

[ Doorbell rings ]

That'll be him.

Well, answer the door, then.

Hmm.

Anne.

You must be Richard.

Your profile photo doesn't do you justice.

Don't be ridiculous.

I used one that was taken 10 years ago.

[ Laughs ]

But thank you for pretending differently.

-Hi. -This is my daughter Martha.

Pleasure to meet you.

Good.

Pleasantries over. Shall we go?

Ready when you are.

♪♪

Oh, Richard! Wonderful car.

Yes. Please.

That's okay. [ Laughing ]

-[ Car doors closes ] -Have fun.

We're off.

♪ Take me to the docks ♪

♪ There is a ship without a name there ♪

♪ And it is sailing to the middle of the sea ♪

See you. Bye.

Hello, mate.

How you doing?

Tyre's blown. She's obviously run off the road,

knocked her suspension out.

Right. So what do you think caused the blowout?

Who knows? Damaged tyre,

could have had a bulge, tyre pressure.

Was a time we'd have two blowouts a year.

These days, 10 times that.

Potholes.

Right. So she could have hit a pothole.

She could have been shot by a sniper,

zapped by a flying saucer, or run over a sausage dog

for all I know. I'm not a mind reader.

Right, okay, but your best guess is wrong tyre pressure

and hit a pothole.

That's the most common.

Thank you. Cool, cool, cool.

So what you doing on karaoke tomorrow?

"Suspicious Minds," "Wooden Heart" in the semi,

and if I get to the final,

"American Trilogy."

Classic.

What about you?

I'm thinking Ed Sheeran.

-"Bad Habits." -Yeah.

What do you think?

I think you and everyone else.

If I was you, I'd go...

Capaldi, "Someone You Loved."

Chicks go mad for it.

Yeah?

Bees round a honeypot.

"Someone You Loved," Lewis Capaldi.

♪♪

The lock on the garage door was forced open,

so I believe we had an intruder.

But whoever it was ignored the house, which was empty,

and instead broke into the garage and started a fire.

Thanks, Grace. [ Sighs ]

So, I spoke to Grace Walters.

She's known the family for years.

Belle Hammond was basically brought up by her granddad.

Her mum was an alcoholic who died when she was 8.

She never knew her dad.

Social services were gonna put her into care,

but her maternal granddad, Stephen Hammond,

took her in to stop that happening.

They lived together until he died a little over a month ago.

[ Humming ]

So, the mechanic thinks the tyre was either damaged

or underinflated and hit a pothole.

A fire and an exploding tyre.

Two completely unrelated incidents

and yet both correctly predicted before they happened.

How can that be?

Alright, Zoe?

Mum. How did it go?

I have to say, very well indeed.

He was perfectly charming.

Was he a gentleman?

You mean did he cop a feel on the way home?

-Mum! -Well, ask a silly question,

you get a silly answer.

He was lovely.

That's all you need to know.

So? Will you see him again?

Well, I think... I don't know.

I don't want to rush into anything.

Exactly, Mrs L. See if you're vibing,

then go with the flow.

Right.

What if I'm vibing with him but he's not vibing with me?

Is he blind? If I look as hot as you

when I'm your age, I'd be loving life.

-[ Laughs ] -Did he not take you home?

No, I thought it might be awkward,

so I lied and said you needed me here.

-Why? -Well, I'm not sure

what the etiquette is.

Elsie told me that if you invite them in for coffee

that means you're asking them in for sex.

Um, I think I left something...

So you'll have to take me home.

Oh, I'm not going home. I've got a date, too.

-Hi, Mum. -Hi, love.

Talk of the devil.

Are you going out with Humphrey?

No, with Esther.

But Humphrey will take you home.

After you've locked up?

Hiya.

What's up?

Er, the social worker. I'm not sure I...

Hannah? She called me.

Said you were refreshingly honest.

-Ah. -No, she loved you.

Even went as far as to say I was very lucky to have you.

-Did you flirt with her? -No.

At least I don't think so.

Well, all that matters is she thinks we're good candidates.

Just need to get the home visit done

and then we're nearly there.

Right. Oh, good.

Er, can I ask you something?

Belle Hammond. I know you went to school together,

but how well do you know her?

Well enough. We didn't see each other

for years, but she hasn't changed.

Okay. Would you say she was trustworthy?

You heard about the car swerving off the road

and Claire Moss predicting it, just as she did the fire.

-Yes. -Well, either Belle and Claire

were in cahoots for some reason I don't really understand,

or I'm gonna have to accept

that she can really talk to dead people.

Well, is that such a terrible thing to believe?

I told you how accurate she was about Dad.

And Belle, she's as straight as a die.

She'd never get involved in anything dishonest.

-Ready? -Yes.

Um, oh, I told Mum you'd run her home.

-I'll just get a cab back later. -Er --

Love you.

♪♪

-Dinner first? -No, eating's cheating.

[ Both laugh ]

♪♪

-[ Laughs ] -Honestly.

Ooh.

Think you've got an admirer.

I think we both have.

They'll be doing rock, paper, scissors in a minute,

to see who gets who.

I bet we look gorgeous through their beer goggles.

Oh, I wish I'd brought a chilli with me.

-What? -I used to take one out with me

all the time back in the day.

Then when it got late and the drunks

started coming over to dribble on me,

I'd use it to rub round the rim of their beer glass

when they weren't looking.

-No! -Mm-hmm.

Their lips would go numb, and they couldn't speak.

Sometimes it got really bad if they got it on their hands

and went to the loo.

-Ouch. -[ Laughs ]

So what about now?

Now?

How's your love life?

Oh. Um, non-existent.

Well, Zoe is amazing. She is such a credit to you.

-Thank you. -And what about her dad?

Humph said you weren't together long.

-No, not very. -Was it a one-night stand?

Er, should have been. Um...

When I found out I was pregnant,

I knew I wanted to keep the baby,

but I didn't think it was fair not to tell him.

So I tracked him down.

-And? -He was lovely.

He said he'd support me in any way I wanted,

that it was my body, my choice, that I'd be a great mum.

He was right about that bit.

Um, we met up a couple of times to talk about practicalities,

what to put on the birth certificate,

what happens in the future, that sort of thing.

Became really good mates, then more than mates.

He had a motorbike.

Got clipped by a transit van

and flipped over the central reservation.

He was dead before the ambulance got there.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Alright, girls?

Oh, I'm sorry. We're talking.

Oh, we can talk, and buy you a drink.

We can buy our own drinks, thanks.

Sorry.

Better than a chilli.

[ Both breathing deeply ]

Can we talk about you now, Mrs. foster mum?

-If it happens. -Why wouldn't it?

Oh, I don't know. I suppose I'm just not getting excited

until it's official, in case I jinx it.

It's such a cool thing to do, though.

You know some of these kids can be pretty...

I know. Hannah's been explaining that to us.

It's not about doing anything big.

It's just about providing somewhere they feel safe,

that someone cares about them.

And if that doesn't work, I'll bring them to you.

Ha! Not sure I'd be much help.

Oh, rubbish.

If I can be even a tiny percentage

as good a foster parent as you are a mum,

I will be a very happy woman.

Well, that's very nice of you to say so.

And as a mum, I can say

there are two things you need to be a good parent.

-Shall I write these down? -Don't you start with all that

scribbling things on pieces of paper.

Your other half drives me mad with it.

[ Laughs ] Sorry.

So, first, you need the patience of 53 saints.

Not just to keep you sane,

but also to stop you strangling them.

Okay. Don't strangle the children.

Got it. And the second one?

Shots. It's your round.

Ooh! I am on it.

[ Both laugh ]

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♪♪

♪♪

Belle: Aah!

[ Women laughing ]

There will be the patter of tiny flippers, Selwyn,

but we don't want you to be jealous.

In fact, quite the opposite.

It's about inclusion.

Exactamondo. We want you to be part of the family.

As long as he doesn't get in a flap.

Or duck his duties.

[ Both laugh ]

He...

[ Laughing continues ]

Uh-oh. Now we're in trouble.

Oh, Esther.

Sorry, sir. We were in a cab,

but he threw us out 'cause our chips were smelly.

-Ah. -And I had the chip-eating idea

-on the boat. -Mm.

We didn't mean to wake you up.

Well, er, do you need anything?

A glass of wine, or ketchup for your chips?

No, thank you.

-Nice dressing gown, sir. -[ Both laugh ]

He's trying to tempt us.

[ Both laugh ]

So, you're -- you're sure you don't need anything?

Actually, sir, um, if it's okay,

I've finished my chips, so can I get another cab?

Oh!

I shall call you one now.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Selwyn quacks ]

[ Both laugh ]

[ Groans ]

♪♪

-What is it? -You don't wanna know.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Mnh! No.

Just drink it.

Ugh!

♪♪

Ah, Esther, good. I've just had a call.

Belle Hammond was assaulted last night.

♪ Dear Darling, I've been travelling round the country ♪

♪ With an urge I cannot tame ♪

Sir. You drive.

♪ But everywhere I go, I think of home and hope ♪

♪ That it all remains the same ♪

♪ Oh, when you're travelling, landscapes change ♪

♪ The faces fade, no one here knows my name ♪

♪ There will always be a fire burning ♪

♪ Waiting for your baby to come home ♪

I just felt a push from behind and I fell forward.

I remember hitting my head on the pavement.

It was like a flash.

I started to get up, look for my bag.

Wasn't there.

I saw someone, but they were wearing,

like, one of those balaclava things and a hooded top.

I saw them run off. Is there anything else

you noticed about this person you saw?

Anything at all?

It all happened so quick.

I'm sorry, I've just got this splitting headache.

Should we come back and do this later?

Would you mind?

No, no, of course not.

Um, can I just ask, what was in your bag?

Er, I did tell the officer I spoke to in A&E,

and he suggested I write a list. I'll get it for you.

There's photos for most of it.

I had to have them done last year

for house contents insurance.

All except the medal. That was Granddad's.

It's not really worth anything, money-wise anyway,

but I put an old photo of it in, just so you've got everything.

What about cash, credit cards?

There was a bit of cash. I've cancelled my cards.

If only everyone was so organised.

That's a granddad in the military.

Okay. Well, you get some rest, take something for your head,

and we'll come back when you're feeling better.

Thank you.

Esther: Thanks very much.

-Take care now. -Thank you.

So, you know our station review pack?

What about it?

Where it says to list your community projects...

-Yeah? -Well...

I started a new neighbourhood watch initiative.

What do you think?

"Stay vigilante."

What?

I never knew you were so artistic!

Can't show you all my hidden talents, Kelby.

You'd go blind.

The Chief Superintendent will see

that we're actively engaging with the community,

just like it says in the review.

You mean because you fancy her,

you're hoping she'll buy you lunch

to say thank you for a job well done.

Hey, I -- I don't fancy her.

But if she invites me for lunch, not gonna be rude.

Course not.

I'm still not convinced we should rule out insurance fraud.

She could have got someone to start the fire

for her when she was at the reading,

and we know she was looking to buy a new car,

so wrecking the old one might speed that up a bit.

And the mugging?

Okay, so she wouldn't be the first fraudster

to knock their head on a cupboard

to prove a fake mugging.

You know, Martha speaks really highly of her.

They were at school together.

Doesn't mean she's not a crook.

Martha insists she wouldn't do anything dishonest.

I believe her.

Besides which, it doesn't make sense.

If it was an insurance fraud,

surely she'd just stage a burglary,

not three separate events.

-True. -No, there's something more

going on here.

There is. Good Lord.

Does this seem excessive to you?

-What? -The contents

of Belle's handbag.

Three bracelets, two necklaces, four watches...

No one carries that much.

-There must be a reason. -I'll call her.

We did say we'd leave her alone for a while.

One call. Two minutes.

-Belle, sorry to disturb you... -Margo.

-Mmm? -Belle's road.

Can we see what cameras we have in the area, please?

-Righty-o. -Thank you.

Esther: Sorry? No, no, leave it with us.

Okay, bye.

[ Scoffs ] I don't believe it.

-What? -She went to Claire Moss's house

again last night.

And Granddad told her she'd be mugged?

He said someone was gonna take her possessions,

so she was taking things to a friend's house.

Well, that's the third accurate prediction.

First the fire, then the car, then this.

Maybe you should go and see this woman, Kelby.

See how many fish you're gonna catch on your trip

or where they'll all be hiding.

Er, excuse me, I don't need any help.

It's about skill.

You know, you choose the right fly to use the lure them out.

♪♪

Why does this ring a bell?

Claire's house!

The bookshelf.

Half the books were on the afterlife.

The others were all coins. He's a numismatist.

-A what? -A numismatist.

It's a collective term for coin and medal collectors.

But she said it was worthless.

Exactly. And who would have told her that?

Margo, there's an auction house in Exeter. Stabler's, I think.

Send them this image and get a valuation, please.

Wait. You're talking about Claire's husband.

They work in the same building, remember?

He told us himself that he's the one

who suggested that Belle went to see her for a reading.

Why would he do that?

Because she told him that her grandfather had just died.

Yes. And what if during that conversation

she told him about her grandfather's medal?

Not knowing that he was a collector.

I'm sure he told Belle it wasn't worth much,

but then he did some research, and discovered the medal

was even more valuable than he imagined.

You'd better take a look at this.

♪♪

You're making me nervous.

Well, the next part depends very much on what you say next.

Aye.

♪♪

Blimey O'Reilly.

It's a George Cross, one with detailed provenance.

Sold at auction three months ago for £190,000.

♪♪

Remember that break-in a month ago?

I think that was Michael Moss,

intent on stealing Belle's grandfather's medal.

♪♪

♪♪

He couldn't find it.

♪♪

He left, taking nothing. He had to think of another plan.

♪♪

To sell Belle the idea that her grandfather

was watching over her,

I think he needed his wife, Claire.

Look, trust me. She'll believe you.

No, she won't.

-Did he call you Motty? -Yes.

I don't know if Claire Moss has supernatural powers or not,

but I do believe she agreed to help her husband

set a trap for Belle...

-You been in yet? -I'm next.

-Good luck. -...to give her something

tangible to believe.

-How was it? -It was amazing.

Belle? An older male?

-Has your grandfather passed? -Five weeks ago.

And while Belle was talking to Claire...

♪♪

Mike quietly slipped away.

Oh, no. Wait. He's showing me something else.

What is it?

-Fire. -Fire.

♪♪

And he is almost certainly the mystery caller

who reported the fire before it took hold

because he didn't want the whole house to burn down.

Then, to convince her even more,

they staged one more thing -- Belle's car.

-I hope you don't mind. -Course not.

I couldn't believe it when Mike told me what happened.

Belle: I can't believe you told me it was gonna happen.

We've no way of knowing exactly what he did,

but by taking most of the air out of just one of the tyres,

there was a good chance that she'd either lose control

or get a blowout.

[ Air hissing ]

So, with two of her predictions coming true,

when Claire told her that Granddad was warning her

that her valuables were about to be taken,

how could she ignore it?

They knew she'd try and put them somewhere safe,

particularly her granddad's medal.

-Get what you need? -I saw skis

on his garage wall, so it's fair to assume

he would have a ski mask, too.

♪♪

And with the bait laid and the trap set...

-Aah! -...when she left her house,

Michael Moss was waiting for her,

knowing the medal was in her bag.

♪♪

Claire: I told you this would happen!

Maybe she is psychic after all.

♪♪

♪ Gold teeth and a curse for this town ♪

♪ Were all in my mouth ♪

♪ Only I don't know how they got out, dear ♪

♪ Turn me back into the pet ♪

♪ I was when we met ♪

Belle: Granddad's ship was torpedoed, September 1940.

He was in the middle of the Atlantic.

He was 19.

He found an officer on fire,

stripped the burning clothes off him

and put his own shirt on him.

Some of them made it back to what was left of the lifeboat,

but Granddad, he swam back to the wreck eight more times

to get people before it sank.

They were at sea for 16 days

before they were picked up off the coast of Ireland.

Only 11 of them survived.

He said he was so cold he never got warm again.

He sounds like an amazing man.

He was.

He saved me, too.

♪♪

I'm giving this to the War Museum.

They're gonna print up his story,

put it in a case with some photos,

so no one will ever forget him.

That's such a good idea.

I can't thank you enough for getting this back to me.

No. You are -- You are so welcome.

Maybe Granddad was looking down on me after all.

Yes, maybe he was.

♪♪

♪ Had a dream we'd been cutting fresh farmer's bloom ♪

♪ Solid ground swell, perfect weather ♪

♪ In the middle, a miracle came true ♪

♪ The kindest man no longer suffers ♪

♪♪

We're going Kitty Jay's.

Martha's taking Belle to celebrate,

and we're all invited.

-I'll be there in a minute. -And then we're going karaoke.

The boss is gonna sing Mick Astley, whoever that is.

-[ Chuckles ] -They'll be okay.

We've got two lads here until they're transferred to HQ.

I said I'll be there in a minute.

Okay.

♪♪

♪ Painkiller ♪

♪♪

♪ Underneath a silver mackerel sky ♪

♪ You told me never to say never ♪

♪♪

Can I ask you something?

Claire: You want to know if it was all a lie.

No.

Belle's granddad, that was...

stupid.

Evil. I should have never let him talk me into that.

But the rest...

it's true.

♪♪

I have a gift.

♪ Painkiller ♪

♪♪

♪ Painkiller ♪

I can help you talk to him, if you want.

♪♪

♪ With your head, heart, hands ♪

♪ With your head, heart, hands ♪

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