It's quite nice with a bit of a breeze.
Can I have an ice cream?
Can I have a lolly? No!
Why not? Cos I just bought you a water pistol.
But there's no one to play with.
Well, I'm sorry that you have a small towel now, but if you want
to buy a new one, use your own pocket money instead of mine.
Oh, yes! Mum can we go to the play area today?
Go on then. Yes!
I'll get you one an' all.
Oi! It's my holiday too!
Yeah, Alfie, fu... Uh!
There's no need for you to join in!
We've only just got here. I know.
Now go on, shove off!
Get lost!
Argh! You little tyke!
Leave it.
He's gone.
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Where is he?
Who?
Oh. Try his office.
If he was there, I wouldn't be asking, would I?
Under his desk. Getting his head down.
What do you want him for? Road death.
Yeah. He's been on the go for 24 hours so why don't...
By the book, Nick.
Book book book book!
Sir?
Sir.
Yes? What?
Road fatality, sir. Out on the bypass.
Single car involved. No passengers. Driver killed outright.
The car rolled down an embankment, so... Do you know the procedure?
Yes, sir. SAD CHALET, yes.
Survey, assess, disseminate...
You're the Senior Investigating Officer, then.
Take... er... Connor with you.
Thank you, sir.
And once everything's in place, pass it on.
Fast trackers. I love 'em!
You, er, coming round later?
I'm shadowing the boss. I could be on all night.
When you're through then? I don't mind what time.
No, I don't think so.
Leave some for your sister.
Oi! You! Bugger off!
James!
You wanted me, guv?
Yes, yeah. Uh... Johnny Cash. No!
Glen um...
No, not Glen Gould. The... the tattoo man.
The Wichita case? Thank you!
Well, we've got a regiment for him.
Blues and Royals.
The Princes' regiment.
William and Harry's. Yeah.
No. Bristol. Last year.
Er, homeless man garotted. You'll have to look him up.
I think he was Blues and Royals.
Guv, go home and get some sleep, yeah.
Maybe I'll pop down the nets. That'll wake me up.
You don't need waking up. You need some sleep. Go home.
I'll call if we need you.
Right!
Charming. What are you?
You invited me.
Oh... yes.
Oh, that's nice, that's a nice welcome!
Well, you know! Your car's not here.
The door's flapping. I heard glass breaking.
That's stone floors for you... unforgiving, like me.
I broke a glass. And you left the door open.
And I got a cab cos I assumed we'd be drinking.
Red or white, what do you want? I've opened both. Oh, a drink!
Yeah. What d'you want?
No. I can't. I'm still on call. Which is why I wasn't here.
I thought you were on call last week? Yeah. Good, isn't it?!
I'm covering for the cover who's broken his foot.
The team's a bunch of lightweights.
I don't know what day it is, and Ron's not back till Thursday.
It's Tuesday. Is it? Why can't it be Wednesday?
My niece!
My sister reckons she looks just like me.
Every baby looks like you, it's part of your charm.
Misses me by a mile.
Tea, coffee? Warm milk, a rusk?
Green tea, please.
Ah, playing with your mobile?
No. This is my favourite constellation.
Constellation Orion... The Hunter.
Why don't you do yourself a favour and take early retirement like me?
You'd love it. You mean it's happened? What's happened?
You've handed back your warrant card?
Well, technically I'm still on leave.
But you know, spot the difference. What I'm saying is,
with all your star gazing bollocks...
you could be away with the fairies night and day.
Early retirement's perfect for you... you've got interests.
Whereas me...
I don't know what to do with myself half the time
and the other half I'm pissed.
Anyway, what was it you wanted to ask me?
C'mon. I said out! Oi! Don't even try it, mister. Out!
Sorry. Excuse me. I think my boy is still in there.
He's got brown hair.
There's no one in there, love, I've just walked through.
Are you sure he's not watching the football or up in the swimming gallery?
Come on, let's have a look, we'll find him.
Alfie!
Oi! Have you been there all day?
Seven year old boy, blue hat, white T shirt.
Oh Christ, Alfie!
Alfie!
Stop! Stop!
Stop, please stop!
You are not listening to me!
He won't be out on the road because I told him stay around here.
So he won't be out there!
Mrs Speddings, I need you to try and stay calm.
We're doing everything we possibly can.
Yeah?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait! What is this to do with me?
She just turned up and took over, which is fine.
But I told her if no one saw the kid being taken, they can't declare it a crime scene.
She's calling out SOCOs like it's going out of fashion.
Right. OK. Thank you.
Oh, you look great!
Find a mirror. D'you want a lift?
I mean, you're welcome to stay but God knows how long I'll be.
Aw, you're such a great host, aren't you?! Hm.
Thank you, but I think I'll stay and take my chances.
I can always snoop around again.
By the way,
what did you want to ask me?
You invited me for tea to ask me something. Well.
Timing's everything, so...
Oh, if it's sex, I couldn't.
Thank you, no, it wasn't that.
I think I'll wait.
This is a crime scene. A child's been abducted,
and your first priority is to preserve and record the crime scene.
Yeah, if you're doing it by the book. The book's there for a reason, Nick.
So allowing the centre to remain open was the wrong decision...
- With all due respect... - Made by you.
The boy is probably with his dad. Wrong decision.
You should've shut this down and sealed off the area.
OK, the SOCOs are here, what do you want 'em to do?
You're the boss. I think I am, actually.
CCTV?
It's being upgraded. You mean there isn't any?
Afraid not. And out on the road there are blind spots.
We've got a 15 minute window so I've ordered up everything.
Boy's name? James Richards. Seven years old.
Asthma sufferer but has his inhaler on him.
Came to a swimming lesson with his mother and sister, went to the play area.
That's a weekly routine and that's the last anyone saw of him.
This was when? About an hour ago.
Has the boy been flagged up on the system yet? Um...
Please call the office and make sure he has been.
Where did we get this? The mother had the photo in her purse.
The centre ran off copies and I showed them around. Zero response.
The boy was with the mother, I suppose? Yeah. No, that's confirmed.
Where's the mother now? Back home. Who've you put with her? Connor.
The dad's not averse to splitting his wife's lip.
They called us out twice in the past, so, in case he shows up...
Yeah, fine, but this is my family liaison officer, my eyes and ears.
So, as much as I love Connor, put someone else in.
What's the family situation? Done? Yes. Good.
Parents separated, non amicable.
Two children, James and a four-year-old daughter.
A very swish house according to Connor. Custody battles?
The mother says not, but his access is three hours every other Saturday,
so my money's on him. You think he took the boy.
Or arranged to meet him. There were people around,
no one saw a snatch. No one saw anything. And the father's where?
Not at his flat, but due to turn up for work within the hour.
He's on the till at a 24-hour garage.
So where does the swish house come from? The wife runs a management consultancy.
Sir? We've got a child's body on the rail track by the reservoir.
Best family liaison officer, Xavier? Yeah. Call McCauley.
I want Xavier in with the family quick as we can. You two with me.
Sir, there's been an incident at a caravan park.
Essex have a seven-year-old boy missing too. So what?
Well, the boy's from round here. He was in Billericay on holiday.
He lives on the Newbold estate, two streets away from here.
Essex just want us to run a check on the family.
Yeah, yeah. Get McCauley to farm it out, but Xavier's the priority.
And reopen the centre and stand down the SOCOs.
McCauley, please.
I beg your pardon?
Look, he's with the doctor.
Yeah, OK, but...
Look, all right. All right, let me see if I can...
Let's not quibble.
Self induced, self inflicted. I think we know what we're talking about.
For example, did you had a drink today, did you drink this lunchtime?
This is remembering I've just taken a blood test from you.
Well, it's... Yes?
Sorry. Er, DI Larson just wants to speak to Mr McCauley.
I do have other calls.
Yes?
Yep.
I am.
Yeah.
Understood.
Will do.
Mind yer backs, lads.
The train that spotted him has gone back to the station.
It's full of commuters.
One hand and both legs severed.
This isn't our boy.
11 or 12 at the youngest.
Yeah, that's clipped onto him. Yeah..
Where's the other hand?
Back here.
Single track. Trains in both directions? Yeah.
And the train before the one that found him?
Was a goods train, from that direction.
Sir?
Yeah?
Right.
OK. TV and radio.
Activate child rescue alert.
No, this one's not ours.
Sue. When you hand this over to the Transport Police,
suggest they study the bridges down that way,
looking for green and blue graffiti.
The how-the-hell-did-they-do-that? Type. Let's go.
They've just picked up the boy's dad.
No sign of the boy? No.
Nick, car keys!
I just wanna know who she is. And what I'm up against!
You've never met her, she's not in the force. Of course she is.
Not in the force, and would never do what you're doing now.
If I don't know her then what's her name?
What's her name?
Hannah.
Yes, sorry. When you're finished, please, my office.
Are you in trouble? No, course not.
I thought you weren't coming in tonight.
Oh? I'm in all the way through till morning.
Have you got a boyfriend?
Bet you have. Course you have.
Mine's gone off on holiday today with his mates.
Nice, innit?
Croatia or some place.
Hope he doesn't get sunstroke.
The father's in the interview room. Is Xavier out with the mother?
Yes. And I called Connor back in.
What happened about that road fatality?
No rubber laid down on the carriageway,
so probable falling asleep and-or heart attack or stroke, rather than mechanical failure.
Unless the brakes failed.
This is ridiculous. I was at the cinema!
Yeah?
What cinema's that then?
Look, I'm sorry, but why aren't you out there looking for James?
Because you're his dad. And dad's meet their sons.
I was at the cinema!
Yeah? Which cinema?
There! The one in the shopping centre. The new one.
Well, if he means the new multiplex, it's got total CCTV coverage,
state of the art. We used it on a stabbing, didn't we?
If that's where he was, rule him in or out. We'll be with McCauley.
Join us when you've done that. We're making requests to Area.
Yes. Sorry, McCauley's gone home.
I beg your pardon? McCauley's gone home. Migraine attack.
Since when? Since maybe an hour ago. Who's taken over?
I'll catch you up in a minute.
He saw the doctor. Zoe, I can't run this many cases
without my office manager, even when he is as crap as McCauley.
I should've called you. Yes, you should have.
He's the one who knows where everyone is and who's been allocated to what.
And you'll have noticed, I asked Nick to leave
and lowered my voice before making that point.
And because I need my team to be a team,
I'd appreciate it if you'd go and apologise to him
for the way you spoke to him in front of junior officers.
Now, please. Thank you.
Nick.
I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier.
Sweet Jes... Where is everyone! I'll go and see.
See what happens without an office manager? Everyone goes walkabout!
Rule the father in or out, please.
And I want Connor back in here with the rest of the team!
What d'you think you're playing at?
I missed the toilets. I was just gonna... What are you doin' here?!
Like I said, I missed the toilets. Piss off out of it!
Yeah, that was the general idea!
Don't you lip me, you spaz. Sneaking around. Go on!
McCauley hasn't left any notes.
Have we done a press release for James Richards yet? Yep.
Good. I need his face out there. Yeah, but you know what they're like.
Some kids they go for, some they don't.
There's a fair amount of interest but I'm still looking for an angle. Guv!
Guv!
Sorry, guv!
This email's come in.
You got to see this.
It's the boy. This came in when?
Just now? Er, I dunno, I just opened it..
Errr... yeah, one minute ago. Definitely him.
Dead or alive? Who's it from?
Er... there's no name given.
Sent to the BBC, cover copies to ITV,
all the national papers, and us.
Specifically us?
To this office, yeah.
Any message? There's no message, no.
His name's given, though. "Subject: James Richards."
Find out where Miles is! I think he's in the canteen.
Well, I want him here. I want everyone who should be here, here.
Now! I want people in this office!
You're playing catch up.
Connor.
Actually, no.
No, this is no good. This is...
Right. Reshuffle.
Zoe, till I get a replacement, you're the office manager.
Connor... It's not a demotion, it's a necessity,
and it'll help you to glean the importance of the role. But I'm the Deputy SIO. Yes.
And your Senior Investigating Officer is asking you to run
the office which as you will have noticed, has no one in it.
Fix that, please. And all information to come through me.
Then call DC Xavier.
Brief her and tell her to warn James's mother. Getting the idea?
More interest? Yeah.
C'mon, pick up!
Iain.
Amy. How pissed are you?
I'm not pissed at all!
What was that? I can hear...
Where are you? In your bath.
Oh. Don't get so excited.
No. It's the echo.
Yeah!
Amy. Really seriously, are you drunk?
Really seriously...
Er, after you left I fell asleep, and I just woke up.
And as I say, I am now in your bath.
If I say all leave's cancelled, you're back as my Deputy Senior Investigating Officer,
and a car's on its way to collect you, what do you say?
What took you so long?
Is that a yes? I thought you'd never ask.
Amy, I've got a child abduction with weird photos coming in,
no ransom demand, and a team that needs licking into shape!
It's a yes. Where's that car?!
Sir. James's father.
The multiplex have come straight back.
You're right. This is state of the art CCTV.
Yeah. Wait a minute.
Red. What does this mean?
Get me an A3 blow up of this. Um...
Car's on its way to your house, guv. What d'you want 'em to do when they get there?
They're picking up the new DSIO.
Miles. Talk to me. It's a mobile phone camera image.
Surprise surprise, the phone's switched off. Can you get it fixed?
I'm working on it.
Thank you.
Sorry, yes, you wanted me?
The CCTV from the multiplex...
Sir! Come and look at this.
Show me. Show me. It's another boy on a white background. What?
They're cover copies as before, sent to the BBC, ITV, the papers.
And this office? Yeah.
Who is he? Er... Alfie Speddings. Who's Alfie Speddings?
I think it's the boy on holiday, the boy in Essex. Check it!
It is, I'm sure. Double check it! Sir?
Sleeping? They don't look like corpses.
These were taken indoors somewhere.
Same location? If they are they're at different times, cos the light's different.
And the sheets are different too.
Alfie Speddings is the missing boy out near Billericay.
The phone that sent this is also switched off.
Sacred.
A word I've never liked.
OK. What about this other boy's parents, Alfie's parents? Someone liaise with Essex, please!
Not you. I need you organising this, not doing!
We're looking for anything and everything that links these two boys!
Julie, I need maximum coverage now.
What about a press conference with James's mother?
Are we too late for tonight? No, but um... What?
DC Xavier said the mother's very...
Very, very what? Contained. Would maybe come across as cold.
OK. Well, hang fire on that for now. Yes?
Multiplex CCTV.
James's father is eliminated.
We have him watching the film at the time of his son's disappearance.
OK, yep. Well, release him. Yeah. He's apparently extremely agitated.
Says he wants to go home and see his other child.
But there's a history of domestic violence between him and his wife.
OK. I'll take him. I'll go and see the wife, and if it all kicks off, we might learn something.
Can I have your attention, please!
DI Larson is running the office in the absence of McCauley.
Use her. She's not McCauley, she CAN co-ordinate!
And while I'm away I want you to trace, interview and eliminate
everyone in our area who's on the sex offenders register.
If you need more people, you've got a new Deputy SIO coming in.
Needs no introduction... Amy Foster.
They said I was pickin' up a DSIO!
You're looking at her and we're going via my place.
So...
Are you shagging the boss?
Oh, sticks and stones!
Haven't been here in five months, it's er...
Sir? Could you tell Mrs Richards her husband's here to see her.
Yes, of course.
Everything's changed...
Redecorated.
Will she let me in?
Yep.
I gather James' mother is...
"contained" was the word.
Difficult to read, yes, very private, very hard to...
No! No!
No!
I wanted him to be you!
I wanted you to have him!
I wanted it to be you!
Julie...
we too late for that press conference?
No, they're all set up here for a statement from us. 'OK.
'I might be bringing the parents in.'
That's fine what time...
What's that?
'DS Foster's here!'
Yeah, yeah... Let's see if you're still doing that tomorrow.
Where's the Big White DCI? He's out.
So... DI Zoe Larson...
I'm having to run the office which is why you've been brought in.
DS Amy Foster. I have a reputation for treading on toes
so forgive me in advance, it's nothing personal.
I've got steel capped shoes.
Shin pads?
Amy. Nick.
We have to put in requests for more manpower.
Just assessing what we need.
I'll let you know.
Apart from a great arse and doesn't she know it, is she any good?
It's a vertical learning curve. Early days.
Mm-hm, have you had her yet?
Those days have gone, sorry. I'm spoken for now.
Oh, who is she? It's great.
She's no one anyone knows.
Sacred.
What's that about?
Some kind of religious thing?
Someone get me a coffee!
Police are tonight appealing for witnesses and information
following the disappearance of two seven year old boys.
Our camera-phobic DCI is nowhere to be seen.
He'll have sneaked in the back way. How well she knows me.
Good. Right. Thank you.
Now you're back, stay put.
You're needed here. Let's have you in your office.
Right. All other cases have been taken off your hands.
You've requested five dozen enquiry officers from Area.
I must be worried. You are.
We can't trace two men on the sex offenders register.
You've got another problem.
Both camera phone pictures were sent from this location here.
Both from the same vicinity.
Probably from these services on the M1, northbound side.
But that's not our area, that's Northants.
Your favourite constabulary!
How are relations with them these days? Fancy a Chief Constable?!
He's on holiday. It's one of the ACCs.
Right. Alfie's parents? Single mother and two sisters
being driven across from Essex now.
Right, James' parents don't recognise Alfie Speddings.
They've never heard of him. Let me when they're here.
And Google "sacred".
Am I talking to anyone? Your very own ACC Griffin,
she's calling back, she's watching the news.
'Alfie was on a campsite, James was in a Leisure Centre,
'these are not boys who would go off on their own...'
Why's she doing this?! I told her to. I'm not up to speed yet.
'Many people...' She has done courses on it.
She's done courses on everything. Yes.
'So we are appealing to anyone with any information to contact us as a matter of urgency.'
Yeah, yeah she's actually rather photogenic, isn't she?
Is that her Royal Highness? Yep.
C'mon, back to work. Jenny.
Nick?
How knackered is everyone?
Yup.
All perverts in the clear. Sorry?
Sex offenders all accounted for.
Well, is that good news or bad?!
She's strugglin', she's losin', I know she is!
Chloe! I think they took her off the HFOV too soon.
She's too little! Too small! She's strong. She's 24 weeks.
C'mon she's fighting, you fight with her.
She's in good hands. I'll get the doctors.
I think you're right.
'Roll up... roll up!'
Let's be having you.
Let's boost those sugar levels.
C'mon food's up, what d'you want? I want an ACC with some balls.
I'm fed up with women, there are too many women!
A cup of tea and a tuna sandwich then?
Who's case is it? Part of it's ours, part Essex's and Northants'.
That's three forces.
You mean you have to write up your logs. They're very useful.
Yeah, so's a dishwasher! And you have to load it. Now come and get some food.
You two! I'm just saying it might not be as simple as walking away.
Meaning what? Meaning...
I'm late, three weeks late.
Well, that's your problem, isn't it?
Stupid tart.
If you're looking for a pram...
keep looking.
Fly in the ointment of true love?
Nick, the Wichita Case, that down and out in Bristol.
Blues and Royals? Royal Marines. Half right. I was reaching for that!
You want that one? Yeah, I want that one.
One sec, one sec.
There you go, love, that's yours, yeah?
Alfie Spedding's mum's back.
Do you want me to go round? How's the office running?
It's all right. Yeah, it's OK.
So, I'll go.
Sue?
Mailer, you're with me. What about your logs?
'James Richards, seven years old, had not long finished his regular swimming lesson.
'He was in the local leisure centre with his mother and younger sister.
'Both parents attended tonight's appeal.
'The other missing boy, seen here in a photo sent directly to the BBC, is Alfie Speddings, also seven.
'Alfie was on holiday, in a caravan park in Essex.
'Both boys, it seems, were in public places at the time they disappeared.'
This is my flat not yours.
You stay where you are. I'll go!
Mrs Speddings. DSI Barclay. Have you found him?
We haven't, no.
Then fuck off, what're you all doing here!
Mrs Speddings, please!
No, it's all about the nice posh boy, isn't it?
Lots of nice photos of the nice little posh boy.
I know how it goes, they're the loving parents.
I'm the mother who let her son go off on his own! We won't let that happen.
Then why are you just using that horrible picture of my Alfie just lyin' there, then? Mum, come on.
No! Mrs Speddings, you were away, we had no access to photos of Alfie,
until two hours ago we didn't know Alfie was involved in this.
But you've seen the pictures of James and Alfie, you've seen the similarities
and I can tell you now that they were sent from the same location.
Where? A service station on the M1.
So, why aren't you out there?!
We are, but Mrs Speddings two boys from the same town, there has to be a link.
You and your daughters and James' family hold the key to that.
There, there, that's our Alfie.
Thank you.
Julie, get those out there.
How was Alfie's mother? Doesn't know James or the family.
I'm sure this isn't needed, but we have a rape case.
Nick, rape case who's the expert?
Sorry, who's the expert?
Sue Mailer's very good.
No, she's FLO out at Alfie's she's there for the night.
DC Lynch? Yep.
Whoa, whoa. Whoa. OK, OK, they're both together now!
Get a fix. What time is it?
Just past midnight. Sent to?
Er, usual suspects.
What and Essex and Northamptonshire? Nope.
So they're feeding us...
and they're feeding the news meeting deadlines.
No, this one's for the morning papers. Get us a fix, c'mon.
It's that damned word again.
Yeah.
Right. OK.
Yeah, yeah, I understand.
Yes, it's all done, and the package?
OK, will do.
You're demoted, Miles!
You've got the Met involved!
Essex, Northants, Westminster, Hertfordshire.
OK right, if you're theory's right, the next news deadline is breakfast TV.
So time for bed, said Zebedee.
Home, go. That includes you, I'll run the office.
Come on, come on, you've all been up too long
and we've got enough new people in.
You, especially, on your horse. Out!
The log's not done. I'm sure the pixies will do it for you.
Night all! You, of course, don't need sleep.
I'm enjoying myself far too much.
It's nice to have you back. Aw, it's nice to be back.
Doctor Newell, morning.
Morning. Yeah. I left and now I'm back.
Night, night.
Young girl, alleged rape, she's in a bad way. I'm not...
Did you come in and see Jim McCauley earlier? Yes, I did, migraine.
And was it? I'm sorry?
What's she supposed to say to that? The man's work shy. Go home!
She's with DC Lynch at the minute.
If we get anywhere. If we get anything.
Yes! You'll be the first to know.
Anyway...
I really appreciate this.
Look, I get cross when you're late for no reason,
but when other things happen... I hope your granddad's OK.
Thanks, tell Chloe I'll be in tomorrow.
Well, let's see, now go on.
I got your message, I'm on my way.
Here she comes, here she comes...
key in the lock!
Wrong key.
Key in the lock.
Open door...
close door.
Walking down the corridor, taking her clothes off
and...
Can you not text me all the time!
Get those clothes off,
you've got some apologising to do.
Indoors.
I'm the boss! We need rest.
Do you know the best way to get to sleep when you've only got a few hours?
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady ride on a white horse!
I think you'll find it's "upon a white horse".
Don't talk it, lady,
do it!
Two T-shirts believed belonging to the boys
were delivered to the BBC in Birmingham this morning at 5:49am.
We haven't been able to pick them up on any other cameras yet,
but it's a silver fold up scooter, it would fit in a bag which could have held a change of clothes.
Essex, Northants, Westminster, Birmingham and us.
What's coming next? Guv.
Alfie Speddings' mother has agreed to do the news conference.
You're due to meet both sets of parents beforehand
and it's already 8:30 and they're assuming you want to do separate press conferences.
Sir. Sir. Another communication.
Amy!
News blackout! C'mon, news blackout!
I want an embargo on anyone who's received this.
Me the Assistant Chief Constable!
Iain, sorry the parents are coming in.
No, I don't want them here keep them where they are! Yep!
Where are we going?
What's happening? So, we don't come in?
What's going on?
We've been asked to wait here. Why?
If we can go back inside. I'll try and find out.
But something's happened, yes?!
Once we're inside I'll try and find out.
We've received an e-mail from the people we can now assume are holding James and Alfie.
It begins, "We hold that all life is sacred."
Then we get a resume of the abortion statistics for this country.
And a copy of the Abortion Act.
It continues and I quote, "The law is neither being observed nor policed.
"Therefore, to concentrate our minds,
"we have taken children from women who have had abortions
"and unless the attached film is shown on BBC One at 1:00pm,
"6:00 pm, and 10:00 pm tonight, these boys' lives will be terminated.
"For what is the difference between the lives of these children
"and the lives of their brothers and sisters before them?"
End of statement.
This is the film.
'We hold that all life is sacred.
'Six million since 1967.
'200,000 last year.
'540 a day.
'You are looking at legal, regulated procedures that
'in Britain alone, happen 540 times a day.
'The termination you are watching now is of a 15 week old foetus
'and in order to evacuate it through the cervix
'various parts must be grasped and separated from the body.
'These keys parts are
'the spine, the four limbs, and the cranium.'
Do you want some tea?
I'd love some tea.
Yes! It's a Mr John William Elder.
This is what we have been working for!
Now, I want each of you and every available car out there.
Spread yourselves wide!
Two boys lives are at risk.
We can get these people, but not by one o'clock!
You push this one more time and I will suspend you for serious misjudgement.
The pro life panel. Yes.
You're anti-abortionists?
I was in again last night. Terrible about these two boys.
We're getting somewhere, we're onto one of the abductors.
She's got it all worked out.
'And here we are carrying out repulsive acts,
'but knowing that they'll save more lives than they cost.'
There you are.
What is this place? Ha-ha!
How many are they going to take?
When's this going to stop?