All language subtitles for No Offence. S02E04.1080p.WEB-DL.x264-hlshd_track3_[eng]

I still have not buried my son.

Push his Herbie buttons, hard.

When that bomb went off, her first
thought was for Herbie's corpse,

not you. Shut up! You don't know...

She was a kid. You did your best.

I'm so sorry.

Can't imagine what it must be like
being on your own with a baby.

Neither can she.

Manni isn't Upjohn's biological son.

You didn't know.

My offer still stands, soldier boy.

Is he coming back?

Why? He's one of them.

They put me in that room.

This programme contains
strong language,

sexual references and scenes some
viewers may find distressing

# Amazing Grace
How sweet his sound

# That saved a wretch

# Like me

# I once was lost

# But now I'm found

# Was blind

# But now I see. #

They had to use some proper
scrubbers.

If this nugget's selling drugs,
he's hardly inconspicuous.

Have you never heard of
"Pabloon Escobar"?

..Oh.

We've got a likely punter
heading your way.

Yeah, I can hear him rattling from
here.

There's a skanky bird
blocking the view.

Bet she thinks she's clever.

Was that the gear? Had to be.

Police! Come here.

Move!

The gear's on the balloons!

Grab him.
Sit down there.

Donna!

Donna. Shh!

What you shouting my name for?

That's a nice jacket. Is it supposed
to be reversible? Come here.

Are you off your head, you,
working for Nora Attah?

Are you on drugs?

Get in the back. Get in there.

Watch where you put your hands!

Shut up. Isn't that Cathy's sister?

I know who's not telling Dinah.

In your brother's honour and for
your own sake, don't waste this one.

We've just hit on your mother's
grafters,

from Withington to Wythenshawe.

You don't have to go down with her.

Well, I can't carry on
living like this.

Come and talk to me, Manni.

We need to be listening for names,
places.

Is he chucking money around?

If he is, is it new currency
or recycled cash?

Any 50 notes?

Anything else? Yeah,
count his credit cards

for any we can't match up.

None of this compromises you.
You talk such shit sometimes, Dinah.

It's just trained observation.

You're always at it.
You're on a witch-hunt.

Me? The both of you,

based on a child's complaint of a
relocation of care homes.

Hayley Blunt has mixed up her
agencies. He's not even
a social worker.

I just dropped her off at the foster
family who are looking after

her sister. She's convinced
Ewan's influential.

Somehow, Nora knew
we had the Fowleys.

No, I'm not doing it.
No, Joy, don't...

All right?

Forget Hayley.

You're not prepared to go through
with it,

if only to help us rule him out?

Hiya.

Hi.

If you know what files you're
looking for, this one's fine.

If you're ripping his whole laptop,
you'll need this.

Mercy buckets.

..His password.

It's case sensitive.

Gimp! Sh!

Can he access all our computers?

He can access cheese on toast.

COMPUTER BEEPS AFFIRMATIVE

That's Carly. Oh, wow!

What a stunner!

Do you see her much?
Yeah, more recently.

That's good. You're doing
something right.

I'm just paying for horse riding
lessons on Tuesdays.

I'm still under the ethics
committee, so...

What, for the affair?

Never had an affair.
What about Christine Lickberg?

We're just colleagues. So your wife

didn't cite her in your divorce,
then? She did, yeah. Well done.

She also cited three other women
I knew only in passing,

and apologised to them all,
eventually.

So what ethics are under scrutiny,
then?

That...is personal.

0h.

Shit. Sorry!

Sorry, mate, can I have the bag
I came with?

Not the coat, just the bag.

Of course, sir. Sorry.

I've got some sports gear with me.

Back in a minute.

It's a five-year-old laptop,
not WikiLeaks.

What are you doing?

(Shit. Dinah, hang on.)

Don't be silly.

MUFFLED CONVERSATION

I'm not used to being
as blunt as this, but...

it's not that you're not right
for me, it's just...

Cheerio.

Oh, dear.

Social life? Half-life.

Oh, I hear custody's full of
Nora's infantry.

Well done.

Sorry?

(Dinah? Come on.)

(Give us the stick.)

Mug shot raffle time, everyone.

Come on, get your mugshots copied.

You're going to miss out.

Actually, there's a bit of a problem
with that.

No, no, no, Spike.

Gloating is compulsory.

Names on the back,
scrotes in the bin.

So far, I've got three unlicensed
drivers, two cocaine dealers,

one weed grower.

And I've just got the partridge
in a pear tree.

The lad wants to meet.

Manni Attah.

Really? Well done.

Decommissioning this number of
wet farts will seriously

impact on Nora Attah,
make no mistake.

Go on, Spike. I've been hearing
all about your big bust today.

Are you shitting me?

You back on the game?

Because that's the natural
assumption when you share a bag of
chips with a man selling balloons.

Any needles lying around that house?
Amy's going to be crawling soon.

I haven't even bought Rizlas
in five months.

Get that checked, Detective.

That'll prove it. Don't you worry.

I need you focused.

I'll take care of Donna.

Laters, Dinah.

Do you know how much this is going
to hurt her?

Nobody asked Dinah to walk into
our lives.

Hey, mouth! As I recall, she didn't
walk into your sister's life,

she saved it.

I was in rehab when
Arthur walked out.

I waited nearly a year to get into
hospital and I weren't fit to leave,

but I did, because Cathy needed me.

Cathy rang only me.

What...a...crying...shame.

You can lock her up again.

Listen, I think I was
overcompensating earlier.

On the way here, I was like,
"Don't talk work, don't talk work",

and then I just hit you with a full
personal inventory.

You've Nora Attah to thank for that.

She just seems to be all
we're working on.

She's been more in my dreams
than not, recently.

How about you?

I've higher priorities.

Yeah. So have I,

but 85% of them somehow just trace
back to the bloody Attahs.

Look, we'll still be sweeping up
Nora Attah's shit

when we're all dead. Mm.

So, you're the kid from over there
who decided to polish up and serve

the realm. I'm good at this.

No.

I come from that way.

I'm the posher-than-shit kid
trying to put it to good use.

No, you're kidding me!

I could check. You know I will!

My dad died well off,
but Mum earned her own money.

And what does your mum think of you
slumming it with us lot, then?

She's put me back together, stuck me
back at my desk many a time.

She knows that's where I'm supposed
to be.

I like the sound of your mum.

She'll be sick of hearing about you.

Have we enough to charge her?
Where are her samples?

Are you asking me for favours
with Donna?

No, I am not. Be my guest,
sling the book at her.

CPS reckon it's 50-50 for conspiracy
to supply to stick.

Why risk the funds?

Custody? 'Yes, ma'am?'

Can you release Donna Calvert?

But not till the morning.

Let her suffer.

Look what I just got off
Ewan's laptop.

Lauren McGee, burned to death
above Nora Attah's vape shop,

was living in Forest Walk Care Home

even though she had an auntie
in Rhyl

who said she could live with her.

Well, makes sense, she wanted to be
close to her dad.

He's a war veteran.
He was vulnerable...

But according to a social worker,
Lauren did want to go.

Check out this e-mail from a very
persuasive Ewan Murray.

This is me.

Right. Afraid I'm low on coffee.

I'm not that presumptuous.

I've really enjoyed myself.

Mmm.

Night. Night.

Bye.

Yeah...

KNOCKING
It's me.

I'm guessing there's nothing glaring
to report.

No. He spends what he can.

We went halves.

He loves what he does,

he says what he thinks and he's
a lot more honest than we are.

Each of the five victims

had the decision on which care home
they were sent to

influenced by Ewan.

Is that not his job?

Hang on, have you been through his
stuff already?

Ryan Parkwood, Kyle Lockwood,
Lauren McGee,

Briony Holland and Damon McKenzie,
all now dead,

were moved from other sites

into care homes within Nora Attah's
catchment area.

And...

these three were moved despite
advice

they'd benefit from close proximity
to family members.

Moved by Ewan.

What, and three's a pattern?

It's good enough for me.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Cos here's one I prepared earlier.

Ryan Parkwood, bright kid,
Doncaster,

shifted to Brookway care home
in Manchester.

He was gifted at maths.

And. And one of the counsellors

at Brookway was a retired
maths professor,

so Ryan had specialist tuition
for free.

That's what Ewan does for a living,
he tries to make a difference.

You know what?
I'm terrified for him.

This could be any of us.

Has it occurred to you that Nora
wants us cutting each other's teeth
out?

Joy! No, I just can't afford to let
people tell me

what to think any more,

and I've seen what you two can do
when you gang up on people.

How are you feeling?

I need help in reception.

Absolute shit storm brewing.

Don't worry, I'll go.

Well, explain it to me!

I'm trying to.

This is Detective Sergeant Joy
Freers.

I understand that your daughter
hasn't come home.

She didn't arrive at her mother's.

Is there anywhere else...?
She's been abducted.

Mr Hislop, there's a big difference
between somebody going missing

and being taken against their will.
This doesn't happen.

She always tells us where she is,
who she's with.

She never said she was coming to me.
She's with a paedophile!

What's the matter with you?

She's been missing since exactly
when, Ella?

Since she left school. They've been
talking for three weeks.

Erm, do you want to just follow me,
please?

Sally Hislop, 15.

Went missing last night,

supposedly en route to her mother's
house in Newall Green.

At 16.45, Sally boards a bus at
East Didsbury,

but not in the right direction.

17.05, she disembarks at Chorlton
and then five minutes later,

the last sighting, on Rosestone
Walk

close to Bluebell Woods.

Now, for the last three weeks,

Sally's been engaged in sexually
explicit conversations with

Vincent Jepson, 32, no previous.

You know you're getting old when the
paedophiles look so young.

Right, some random snippets of chats
between Sally and Jepson just to
give you a flavour.

If you could pass these little
billets-doux to the back to the
class,

you will all see that young Sally is
definitely no angel.

Mouth like a stinking sewer.

What's with the felt tip? To prove
the chat isn't a sting by the
police.

The groomer asked the girl to write
her name to guarantee

she's a real individual in real
time.

Yes, well, disturbingly, Sally has
had sexually graphic conversations

with five other nonces over the last
year.

What is wrong with her?

Latest contact with these charmers
was three months back.

Whereas she only gave Jepson her
address four days ago

and ominously, today is his second
day off work.

Attic, cellar, garage, wardrobe,

every nook and cranny of this
fucker's world turned inside out.

Vincent Jepson? Yeah.

We've a warrant to search the
premises. What?

All right? Fuck's going on here?

We're arresting you for the online
grooming and suspected abduction of
Sally Hislop.

What?! Bullshit.
Vinny, what's happening?

'It was a site for over-18s.'

She came on to me.

I told you, she was 15.

Just two comments of a sexual nature
to a child under 16 constitutes
grooming.

And you made over 200.

More incriminating is that you
didn't once ask Sally to desist with

her graphic suggestions.

If we were Spanish or German, this
wouldn't even be an issue.

Actually, half of Europe.
Standardise...

Cornish pasties and Eccles cakes,

but you try defining "consenting
adult."

This schoolgirl said she was on all
fours in her gym knickers

and asked you to come round to
choose which orifice to stick her
dildo into.

I know you were tempted.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean I was
going to go through with it, does
it?

'What does your wife think about
this?'

On the nonce spectrum, he's looking
more Polanski than Savile.

His alibi's holding up.

Freeze his passport. We are way past
the first 24.

OK. From the conversations,

it looks like these four arranged
to meet Sally.

Do you think she actually went
through with it, though?

That's not the issue. There's a
pattern, regardless.

Each of them goes to ground
immediately after the final contact,

when they've agreed a date and time
to get together.

But sex offenders reoffend, so why
aren't they hanging around online?

Yes!

Another filthy fucker's
firewall breached.

"Uncle Finbar" chatted with Sally in
February.

Real name, Fintan Coyly,

collared for sniffing a girl's hair
and reeling one off underneath an

ice cream van outside
Sandalwood Primary in 2010.

Who said romance is dead?

Erm, no, hang on.

Oh, no, it's a false alarm.

Tampering in Pattaya, back Friday
via Heathrow.

Well, at least he'll have a surprise
waiting.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.
Right, Finbar, you have positive ID.

Ooh, I love you.

Meet me at Sally's dad's garage.

Sounds like the walls can talk.

Yeah, I am right there.

All right?
Hiya.

So is this exclusively the
dad's garage, then?

Yeah, well, all the Mad Max
mechanics shit.

He's had it customised once he won
custody so he can work from home.

So, hydrochloric acid and elbow
grease for a thorough scrub.

And fresh magnolia to conceal the
grisly deed.

But...

it's a right kick in the
Jackson bollocks.

It's blood, everywhere you look.

He must have slung her about like
a slaughtered chicken.

Why is it always the fucking dad?

And this is just to stop a black man
from walking through your house?

I'm hoping there's still three in
the wardrobe.

Take your pick.

You need to tune in.

She's talking about mergers.

She's bitten off more than she can
chew.

Specifically? Nigerians.

Right, nothing's been agreed, she's
made no investments.

So you get nothing from me now
that touches her.

GPS number?

Might be in your interest to
intercept that shipment.

What's your interest in this, Manni?

These people will eat her alive.

Then me...

..then you.

And this is going to cost
me...what?

You tell me what it's worth
when you find it.

If you do.

If I had my way, we'd fry his balls
while we wait for DNA.

Had it your way? You couldn't
lead us to the body - you nugget.

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, yeah, right, mate(!)

Oscars or what?

You sure he don't
know we're coppers?

Spike.

Yeah.

Your five-a-side's going to need
a new goalie tonight.

Manni Attah has made the first
strike against his mother.

Go and get it. Yes, ma'am.

Right, Sally Hislop. I spoke to
her dad's last manager.

Three incidents of violent conduct
at his previous job.

Now that says to me he isn't
self-employed

just so he can look
after his daughters.

What, so he finds out she's an
internet porn sensation,

lashes out, inadvertently kills her?

Could be. Although there's
a lot of blood

for a beating
that got out of hand.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Sorry. Take this.

He's paid to sound smart, Joy.

Honestly...(this smell's
not going away for me.)

What are you doing later? I fancy a
drink and I do a mean lamb balti.

Why are we celebrating?

There's been a breakthrough
on Nora Attah.

You really think that any of the low
lives that Spike swooped up

would be able
to penetrate Nora's defences?

Confessions of them grooming care
home kids on her behalf might.

Eight o'clock.

Great.

You were right about Ewan.
Come on. Quick!

My mum always told
me I was gullible.

You were blindsided
for a few days, love.

Some get it wrong
a whole lot longer.

Since when did homelessness
become a festival?

Somebody with him.

Right, turn round.

Look over here.

CAMERA CLICKS

Get the cutters!

Explain to me,
why are we trusting Manni Attah?

Because Viv trusts Manni,
and we trust Viv.

(Turn round!)

Sh... Oi!

Do we throw shit in your garden?

Shit!

Give me that.

Joy! Joy, they'll see,
it's too exposed!

Go with her.

CAMERA CLICKS REPEATEDLY

What the fuck's that?

CAMERA CLICKS

(Shit!)

MESSAGE ALERT

Sick bastard.

Bang to rights.
It couldn't be more timely.

He is going to regret taking
the piss out of me.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hi.

Shitty off-licence, but the man says
it's perfect with lamb.

Come in.

Ah, thanks for having me round.

What is this?
Rehearsal for Miss Friday Street?

HE LAUGHS

What?

Your JOB...

was to protect them.

Trespassing's naughty.

But a late-night rendezvous
with Manni Attah

puts you right up shit creek.

You've got this so wrong!

Maybe we have.
Either way, we arrest you now

and the Attahs have you back in
their possession by midnight,

OR you play along till we figure
out how to deal with this,

and I guarantee your safety.
Pat him down, Jonah.

What, is this really necessary?
You tell me.

Whoa.

Well, you think
you've seen everything.

Get him out of here, John.

Ma'am, I... No, I don't want to hear
that that was for my benefit!

That I'd been stymied by protocol,

or anti-corruption
with their box ticking.

Which takes forever to clear.

And how many more lives does he ruin
in the meantime?

Any investigation of a fellow
officer goes through me.

Never do that again.

Understood?

You must feel like getting twatted
even more than I do.

You in?
EXHALING: I'm in!

Sally's dad?
Yeah, he, erm...he was...

He was handing out
leaflets till midnight,

he got drunk in some dive behind
Piccadilly, fell asleep in his car.

And now he's back
giving flyers to commuters.

DNA results. There's three different
blood samples in that garage.

Three? And Sally isn't one.

Three blood samples identified, all
with previous for sex offences.

We've found Sally's
other paedophiles.

He's clocked us.

Police!

OFFICERS GRUNT

What are you doing?

Fell at the first hurdle, Shergar.

These are transcripts
of conversations

you had over a three-week period

with Sally Hislop, then aged 14,
in March.

It's your name, Gregory.

We can prove this is you right now.

Interesting location for
a Rangers tattoo, that.

Don't make us pull your keks down.

But I didn't meet her.

Which we wondered about.

On the date that you
had arranged to meet,

you were admitted to Wythenshawe
Infirmary with a broken eye socket.

I fell down the stairs.

So that hospital visit's not in any
way connected to your blood

being spattered all over the floor
of Sally's dad's garage?

I've been a blood donor.

You never know what happens
to that stuff, do you?

Even thinking about Sally breaches
your probation.

So stop talking about her then.

Dirty nonce got off lucky.

You're meant to be looking
for Sally.

We've just talked
to Gregory Monkford.

Scottish Gregory.

Sounds like he had a right surprise
when he turned up for his date.

That's the least he deserved.

Captain Bareback - married, two
teenage daughters, Moston.

Harry's Tiles -
divorced, pregnant girlfriend,

three-bed semi in Timperley.

And Sally had nothing to do with it?

She hated it! So you wrote on your
own daughter's flesh?

But vigilantism,
it compromises evidence, Gary!

You haven't the money to
investigate, never mind prosecute!

Go on, how many of these were
already known to you?

Eh? Nailed on
Gregory's got previous.

The intention was
to put them on YouTube.

So why didn't you?
Scottish Gregory turned up.

Licking his lips. Cheap wine
and 20 snout in a plastic bag

like a picnic!
So you hit him?

With everything I had.

You know who's got her.

It's not Jepson.

It has to be!
Why not one of the others?

Would you come back?
And the one who didn't turn up?

You gave him your address.

What if he came and took her away
thinking that's what she wanted?

According to the Trainspotting guide
to rottling bag-heads,

you've got a right work-out looming.

Nausea, abdominal pains, sweating,

shaking, agitation, hallucinations,
depression.

Isn't it time you gave me some idea
of what you think I've done?

You...shifted vulnerable children...

..into locations within Nora Attah's
catchment area.

Right, all that from a meeting
to buy some gear?

No, we assume that you procured
the children for Nora.

What was Manni's involvement?

Lickberg begged me to come to your
armpit of a station

because nobody else had the passion
and commitment

to run the unit like me.

I turned down two promotions
to stay in child protection.

And to have access to a supply of
vulnerable children.

How many other kids have you steered
into Nora's hands?

It looks like we're in for the long
haul here, Jonah.

What's the scran like?

SHOUTING FROM NEXT ROOM: Have you
any idea what kind of wankers

are living out there?
Do you know that?

THEY SHOUT AT ONCE

I'm getting rid of them,
that's what I'm doing.

You're not, you're bringing them
to my daughter!

Sally said everything we type comes
on his computer at the same time.

He does love you.
He fought for you both in court.

My little girl's dad
didn't even try.

Always listening outside her room.

My dad did that.

Did you have boys in there?

Sometimes more than one(!)

Your idea of protecting children is
to fuck off with Nick...

There you are now, bringing it back
down to me leaving you.

Once, she stayed upstairs
for three days.

She said she wouldn't come back down

until he'd put our bedroom doors
back on and we got our phones back.

Go on, fuck off!

DOOR SLAMS

Sally said that...

..she'd get me another phone,
as well.

Two phones?

Well done, Dinah.

Get in. Sally had a pay-as-you-go
in the lining of her schoolbag.

See if it's live. And don't ring it.

If she's tied up in some stinking
cell, we'll need every advantage.

Right, go!

Police!

Don't move!

Found her!

Hello, we've found Sally Hislop.

Come on. She's down here.

Is this about the...

It's not us.

She's just a mate, she's got nothing
to do with it.

Come on.

How come he's nothing like
the spotty,

constipated smackheads I nick?

Robbing old ladies' bingo money?

Spare any change, mister?

Looks respectable,
holds down a good job.

How does a pretty boy from a
privileged background

end up sticking this shit in
his arms in the first place?

Medic mate at uni had access to pure
grade opiates.

Graduated, moved on.

Stayed clean for the next...12
years.

So, forgive me, but...

what made you start again?

Pressure of the job?
No, the system.

The depravity, the wasted lives.

Throw in a failing marriage and
that's a volatile combination.

Guess so. And now Manni owns you.

PHONE ALERT CHIMES

Your girlfriend's just found
Sally Hislop.

Yes!

Can you tell her I'm sorry?

Dad, I'm so sorry.

No, that's not your word, baby,
come here.

I swear I was coming back tonight.

I just didn't know what else to do
to make you stop. I know.

Ella can't go through that.

They're saying...about two years,
but...

..good behaviour could be nine
months. So, two years then.

PHONE ALERT CHIMES

Let it go.

CAR HORN HONKS

OK, come on.
I've packed your stuff.

I only wanted to make it safer.

I know.

Guy Hislop, I'm arresting you
grievous bodily harm.

You do not have to say anything.

Anything that you do say...

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Looks like Ewan wants to talk.

Bet he does.

Hiya.

N6, Scousers, five kilos of coke
in a container of nappies.

And you bring the nappies?

Where's Amy?
Smoking crack in her cot.

She's upstairs.

You got a new fridge?

Cheap finance.

Donna told me about yesterday.

So your bad news is old news.

Wasted journey, what a shame.

Crystal meth in the top cupboard,

cocaine in the shed and I swept
any needles under t'rug.

Amy should be safe. Apart from
the passive skunk smoke.

I know from her eyes, Dinah,
she's not on the gear.

And it's not just a matter of time
with the company she keeps?

When Arthur disappeared, so did
everything that we had in the bank.

If it wasn't for Donna, I don't know
how we'd have coped.

I offered to help.
And she appreciates it,

but getting Cathy back on her feet
helped me get back on mine.

We're sisters, it's what we do.

How's your Tessa?

Hormonal, deodorant, shaved legs,
sending me under.

Couple more years,
she'll be your mate again.

VOICES ECHO AND DISTORT

HEARTBEAT

HEARTBEAT INTENSIFIES

KNOCK AT DOOR

Prince Charming here is on the verge
of shedding all his guilty secrets.

I thought you might like to share
the moment.

I need to call Carly.

She's expecting me.

She's his daughter.

Hiya, Sweetpea - it's Dad.

Things are a bit busy at work,

so mum's going to have to take you
riding. I love you.

Bye.

Bet she's going to be so proud
of her dad.

37. 37 what?

Kids.

Do you remember their names?
I'd need my files for them all.

All to the Attahs?

How many sweatshops does Nora
operate?

Just Manni, just that one.

Yeah, but Nora knows
what happens there.

Two of those kids had a dose.

No, they were just skimming
credit cards.

What, you really believe that?
Yeah.

You can take THAT as a reminder.

Thank you. It's not a favour,
I hope it cripples you!

Now is the time to tell everything.

Roland Berry. Who's that?

He's 14, stayed at Forest Walk.

What about him?

Three weeks ago, Manni asked me
to adjust his records.

Why?

WHY?!

ALARM WAILS

Who knows I'm here?

City Saver Hotel, airborne chopper,
armed response, ASAP.

Stuart, you stay down in the lobby.

Taz. ..Eh?

What is happening, Stuart?

'All clear, ma'am.
Looks like a false alarm.'

I want reinforcements of this hotel.

This gimp is going to be more
protected than the truth
about Lady Di's ginger one.

Roland Berry, 14, lived at
Forest Walk care home.

Get onto the Passport Office...

Need backup to the City Saver Inn
in Manchester.

We'd make a good team at Guantanamo.

No, bringing me in isn't what made
him admit the names.

How wasn't it? Oh, Carly's photo,
a masterstroke - floored him!

No, he was too relaxed after
the phone call, calm even.

Hang on, it's Wednesday.

Horse riding Tuesday.
She doesn't go riding tonight.

He didn't call Carly, it was a
warning, he must have called Manni!

Quick!

KNOCKING
Jonah!

JONAH!

Jonah! Ewan.

Unlock this door!

Where is he? He's locked in the
bathroom.

Open up!
Breach it.

I need an ambulance.

There's been an overdose
at the City Saver Inn.

He nicked hardly anything.

That was no overdose...

..that was Manni.

Come on! Warrant to search
your premises.

Don't be a fool. Let's go.

We have a confession.
File the charges, mate.

Donna Calvert and Nora
are firm friends.

If your son has crossed a line,

what are you going to do about that?

This is a peaceful protest.
This is not a peaceful protest.

ALL: Abortion is murder!

What's this, reinforcements?

The exact opposite.

Ma'am. Only good things.

No, it's... It's really not, ma'am.

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