God, I hope
we get there on time.
Yeah.
It's all right, I can
always catch the next one
if I miss it.
I guess you can, I know,
but it's like Murphy's Law.
What's Murphy's Law?
Murphy's Law,
it's like Sod's Law.
Like, anything bad that
can happen will happen.
And, exactly.
Right.
I wonder who Murphy is?
He's probably Irish.
Probably an Irishman.
Yeah, he's...
Yeah.
Or who Sod is,
for that matter.
I always thought
it was 'cause,
if anything bad that could
happen is gonna happen.
It will happen.
Right, it will happen.
Then he's a poor sod,
'cause he's really unlucky.
I see.
Yeah, I know, but the
name Sod has gotta,
I mean, the poor, I,
it doesn't matter.
So, what's this girl like?
I should have known
this was coming.
I don't know.
Well, what's
the color of her hair?
- Brown.
- Brown.
And what does she study?
She studies English.
English literature?
Yeah.
And what do you talk about?
Dad, I don't wanna...
I don't wanna talk about
this with you, I'm sorry.
Do you have long
conversations into the night?
- No.
- No?
Actually,
yeah, we kind of do.
- You do?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
You want one?
No, thanks, but do
you realize how many wrappers
are on the floor?
Sorry.
Where else am I gonna put them?
I don't
know, but, I mean,
there's basically an entire,
sort of, mound of mint wrapper.
There's...
Or toffees, what
are they, toffees or mints?
No, they're mints
and, okay, yeah,
there are quite
a lot down there.
Sorry.
I don't know where else I...
Okay, it's all right.
- Sorry.
- That's okay, it's fine.
Morning, love.
Got any change at all?
Any change, mate?
Thank you, see you another day.
Hey, Rich.
I'm not Rich.
Same time tomorrow.
Are you a saver or a spender?
I'm a saver.
I'm sorry, sir,
you can't sit here.
Did you see that?
He's an asshole.
Yeah, he's an asshole.
So,
the big question today is,
is Plato right?
His quote, "Only the dead
have seen the end of war."
Well, this quote appears...
- Christ.
- Did I startle you, Tommy?
- Yes.
- Good.
Nobody ever calls
me Tommy, all right?
Really?
Will you please
keep that open?
Can I ask you something?
What?
What's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?
- What's wrong with you?
Because every morning you move
my table out of its position,
and it may seem important
to you, but it's...
- It is.
- Meaningless.
And it makes you look crazy and
it's beginning to wind me up
and, actually, no,
fucking annoy me.
But this is my
side of the bookshop
and the tables cannot be there,
and I don't want customers
leaving their shit!
Do you know what you
look, you look crazy.
Forgive me, okay?
I'm sorry.
What did you just say?
Nothing.
Just don't do it again.
And I'm serious, you know,
there is something
very wrong with you.
And just get the door fixed!
So tell me
more about this girl.
Come on, tell me, just
give me a little something.
Okay.
I told you how we met, right?
Yeah, no.
- I didn't?
- No, well, not really.
You told me she was American.
Yeah.
So...
So you know that
thing I went to?
It was like, you know, the art
thing, the art installation.
- Yes.
- Yeah, so, it was there.
Well, I think I told you that.
Anyway, I saw her there and I
tried to go up to talk to her,
and then when I tried, I
turned around and she'd gone.
So, I started looking for
her, like a bit of a maniac.
And then just as I
was about to give up,
I run out these doors
and she's sat there,
outside on her own,
and I had to pretend
like I didn't even know who
she was or what she was doing,
or that I wasn't looking for her
and I was just taking some
fresh air or whatever.
And I kind of stood there
for, like, a good minute or so
not saying anything.
And then she said, I think
she said something like...
What are you staring at?
And I didn't know what
to say, so I said, "You."
And she said...
God, I'm trying to remember.
It is
one of Plato's dialogues
or actually find it in
one of Plato's dialogues...
And we'll be very happy
to add his or her name
to the credits at the
end of the program.
Please don't touch that.
10:45 and
so we continue our discussion
on the Crusades.
Here today to discuss
what were the Crusades...
If you need any
help, just let me know.
What's this?
A book.
We can see that, but
what sort of book is it?
Le Carre, Smiley's
People, Cold War thriller.
So boring.
Boring it is not.
That's okay.
Poor old drunk Dylan Thomas.
- Sorry.
Oh.
Can I have some sweets, Mom?
Sure.
Please don't touch the
sweets with your hands.
Here, there's scooper.
Here, hold...
Oh!
So sorry.
I'm...
Good Ol' Blue Eyes.
Let's get out of here.
Oh!
- Oh, careful.
We don't want any
accidents, do we?
No, we don't.
A
total of 300,000 Christians
died during the march
led by Peter the Hermit.
While the military
campaign was a success
the behavior of
the Christian army
certainly did not win
them any new converts.
Crusaders were
attacking Antioch.
They used the heads
of slain Turks
as ammunition for their
primitive cannons.
Apart from using the
heads as ammunition,
about 300 heads were placed
on stakes in front of the city
to demoralize the
defenders of the city.
They were digging up corpses
for their own consumption...
Shit.
Shit!
Even those who had paid
the Christian leader...
- What's up?
- They stole my bag.
- What?
- I've been robbed!
No.
What are
you staring at?
You.
Why?
You look so bored.
Can I?
What's your name?
Luke.
Hello, Luke.
I'm Kate.
Hello, Kate.
Can I kiss you?
Wow.
You don't waste time, do you?
You're either gonna love this
or you're gonna hate this,
I'm not sure, so she said,
"Okay, yeah, my name's Kate."
I said, "Well, I'm not
gonna call you Kate."
I said, I'm gonna call you Bird.
And she said, "Why?"
- Why?
And I said, 'cause when
you move your eyelashes,
they're like the wings
of a hummingbird.
Hey, that's
a pretty good line.
It's pretty
good, isn't it?
It's a pretty good line.
It depends a little
bit of you deliver it,
but that's a good line.
Yeah, yeah, well,
I think she liked it.
And then from then
on it was Bird.
- Huh.
- Yeah.
Thanks for your help.
Ooh, shall I call
the police or something?
Yes, call the police.
Yeah.
Yeah, I just wanna
report a robbery.
Yeah, Chelsea Farmers Market.
The Book Pavilion.
Yeah, it was a few minutes ago.
Hello?
Coming?
Yeah, yeah, I think so.
I didn't know you smoke.
Well, I do now.
So, Mr. Hammond, the...
Mr. Hammond.
- Yes.
Probably not a
good time to ask
but was my money in the bag?
Yes, all of it,
every last penny.
Oh, man.
Well, that's not good, is it?
Just a few more questions.
Hope you don't mind.
- No, 'course.
- No, no, not at all.
I was actually
talking to Mr. Hammond.
- Yes.
- Yeah, right.
I'll come back.
I'll come back when
things calm down.
Yes, I'm sure you will.
Okay.
What
was in the bag, sir?
Tommy?
Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?
Sorry, you are?
I own that restaurant,
I'm a friend.
Rather, I know Mr. Hammond.
If I may continue.
Certainly.
The bag, sir.
500 pounds in cash
for the damn plumber.
Book.
Yesterday's paper.
My keys.
But I have an extra set.
And...
A photograph.
Photograph?
Yes, a Polaroid.
You okay?
Yeah.
No.
I'm gonna miss you.
Why don't you just join me?
Come out for Christmas.
- To New York?
- No, Madagascar.
Of course New York.
It's not far.
It's just across the
Atlantic, you know?
Yeah, it's just...
It's Christmas and I
don't like leaving my dad.
But if I ask him, I
know he'll say yes.
What are the chances
that you might find it?
The bag?
Yes.
Well, no, the photograph.
It will be difficult.
Thieves are only
interested in the cash.
See, the rest the
stuff they throw away.
Yes.
Okay.
You okay?
Sorry,
one more thing.
The photograph, what was it of?
- Of?
- Yes, it may help.
Oh, that's not fair.
It didn't make the sound.
- Sorry, I...
- Oh, sorry.
Hang on, hang on.
I've got a good joke.
- Uh-oh.
- Oh!
Okay, what does a frog do
when his car breaks down?
He gets it toad away.
Sorry.
It's terrible.
Somebody actually gets
paid to write those.
Oh, gosh, my earring, ah.
- Here you go.
- My hat.
You have your mocks
after Christmas?
Yeah, I've got mocks in
January, and then, yeah.
I have to say, your
son is very handsome.
Yes, he takes
after his mother.
And where's she?
She's no longer with us.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
So, do you have plans
for Christmas Day?
Sorry, it sounds like
I'm interrogating you.
No.
I have the habit
of being overfamiliar.
Well, Luke is going to New
York and I'm staying here.
New York, why?
He's fallen in love.
First love.
Ah, how exciting.
Yeah.
Do you
have to do coursework?
- Yeah, for English, yeah.
- Right.
I think the key is
to live in the present.
To the present.
Well, yeah, and
the half of it is...
Tom.
Do you still have the balls?
Girls, would you
like to play...
- I'm intrigued.
- Balls?
Can't say no.
Depends whose balls they are.
Then we shall go to the balls.
Let's play balls.
Knock, knock.
Hello, Tom.
Hey, Mark.
Would you be kind as to
take care of the shop
for a few minutes?
I'm supposed to be
picking up Maryam.
Yeah, well, I'll
be right back.
Be right back.
Tom!
- Hello.
- Hello.
- I'm Mark.
- I'm Hannah.
I'm his best friend,
you'd never guess.
Haven't seen him in six
months and off he goes,
cheeky bastard.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, I'm late
to meet my brother.
- He's a shaman.
- Oh, come on.
- I can feel it.
- He's about to explode.
Oh, yeah.
Here we go.
Here we go!
Bringing down
the gods of bingo.
What on earth
are you doing, Mark?
Is that what
he's like in bed?
Play up, play up,
and play the game.
We're ready.
Two little ducks, 22.
Quack, quack.
That's my birthday,
22nd of July.
Quackety-quack.
Lucky for some, number seven.
Oh, yes.
That's not on your card.
Mind
your own business.
Are you cheating?
I am not cheating.
- She is.
- Top of the Pops, number one.
Pops, number one, no.
One moment, please.
Me and you, number two.
Ah.
Honestly.
All the sixes,
clickety-click, 66.
Bingo.
- What?
- Bingo!
Bingo, bingo, bingo,
bingo, bingo, bingo, yes!
You have
broken your duck.
Yes, finally.
Told you it'd happen.
Finally, right.
Wait, wait, wait, no,
Dad, come on, let's,
come stand next to me,
let's get one together.
- Okay.
- Come on.
You ready?
There you go.
Bravo.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, naughty man, Mark.
I've got to do better this time.
More balls!
More balls!
More balls!
There were three fat men
walking down the street
with one umbrella,
how many got wet?
Don't know.
None, it wasn't raining.
Excuse me.
You haven't seen
anybody in a red coat?
A red raincoat.
Blonde hair.
Sorry.
No.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, fine.
Good evening.
Oh, dear.
Thank you, ooh, for
a wonderful dinner.
And have a
marvelous Christmas.
You're welcome.
Take care.
Is he okay?
No, I know him.
He got robbed.
Merry Christmas, Luke.
- Bye, Merry Christmas.
- Bye, darling.
- Have a wonderful time.
- Thank you.
Bye!
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, dear boy.
- Good to see you.
- Great evening.
- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you for coming.
Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye!
I'm very proud of you.
What for, for
winning the bingo?
No, for being you.
Don't forget you're driving
me to the airport tomorrow.
I won't forget.
Okay.
I'll get your Christmas present.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Give me that.
- What?
- Give me that photograph.
What the hell are you doing?
- Give it to me!
- Get off!
- Man, what are you doing?
- Give me that photograph.
Let go of her!
You were in my bookshop,
you stole my photograph.
Now give it me!
I have never seen
you before in life.
Give it to me, give it to me!
Give it to me!
Come on, it's of me and my son.
Please, give it to me.
What, do you want it?
Who is that, then?
Your son?
Tom.
Don't!
Yeah, go on, take him away.
Yeah, don't come back, yeah?
- Fuck off!
- Hey!
What are
you all staring at?
Huh?
There
may have been Americans.
We're sending a
number of inspectors
from our Pan Am certificate
office, here in New York.
International
transportation Safety Board
is putting together a team,
as well, to go over there,
so that would be
indication that Americans
would be on board.
We have no confirmation...
Have you forsaken me?
I said, you've
fucking forsaken me!
Are you all right?
I'm sorry, Father.
If you need to talk...
It was just a theft.
What theft?
A random act of theft
sent me for tailspin.
I feel like I'm on
the edge of the...
I'm listening.
Dad.
Yeah.
Will you promise me something?
Sure.
What?
You know that bookshop
you always said you'd open?
Yeah.
Well, why don't you do it?
Do what?
Well, in the New Year,
why don't you leave your job
in the city and do it?
What's gotten into you?
I don't know, but
you seem so unhappy.
Well, everybody's
unhappy in their jobs.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
And you'll learn that in time.
Okay, I'll promise, I promise
that I'll look into it.
- You will?
- I'll look into it.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- Happy?
- Yes.
Good.
All right, don't forget
to call me, all right?
I know you're gonna be in a
whole lovey-dovey kind of mood,
but don't forget to...
- Shut up.
Will you please
call me when you get there?
Yes, okay, I will.
- Have fun.
- Thank you.
I will.
And if you open the bookshop...
Yeah?
On the weekends I would
work there for free.
Actually, no, I wouldn't
work there for free.
I would want something,
but I'd help you out.
So you wouldn't even
have to get an assistant.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you for working
for something.
Hey, it'd be cheaper
than paying someone else.
Oh, Mark.
I'm so sorry, it took
longer than I anticipated.
Is everything all right, Tom?
Oh, yes, yes,
everything's fine, yeah.
I'll get you some cigars.
I don't want a fucking cigar.
I wanna see more of you.
Are you okay?
- Yes, yes, I'm fine.
Here you go.
Listen, Tom, I'm sorry.
It's just, I've
left Maryam waiting
at the station for two hours.
It's fine, I understand.
Oh, you've some
money, you made a sale.
Oh, how about that?
Oh, and one last thing.
Yes.
The nicely upholstered
woman next door
that smells like
the Garden of Eden,
she's left her home address.
She came back with her brother
shortly after you left.
Oh, well, that won't happen.
I think you should go, it
will do you the world of good.
Please send my love to Maryam.
Yeah, of course I will.
Thanks for the cigars.
Yeah.
What did you and
Mom used to talk about?
We used to laugh a lot.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
What did
you laugh about?
Well, we didn't talk
about much is all I can say.
We used to laugh.
It's kind of the
same for us, actually.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
I used to laugh about how
her toes used to twiddle.
Right.
- And...
- Okay.
I used to put the top of
the laundry basket on my head
and pretend I was Japanese.
That's not even funny.
Silly things, like,
really silly things.
And sometimes we talked
about more meaningful things.
Like what?
About the universe.
We used to love
looking at the stars.
About the immensity
and insignificance
of us in the scale of things.
We kind of
do that, as well.
- You do?
- Yeah, I think so.
So, this is Buddha.
He is the chief of Buddhism.
Yeah.
And...
You know so much about this.
- I do.
- It's amazing.
He has impressive powers for
self-healing and meditation.
Have you ever meditated?
- Huh?
- Okay, sit down.
Okay.
Fine, okay.
No, no, cross-legged.
- Right.
And you do this
with both hands.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
One here.
Yeah.
- I'm not very, okay.
Okay.
Follow me.
- Okay.
- And you go,
- Yes?
- You can't park here.
I'm not parking.
Dad, my ticket.
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Oh, here it is.
Thanks, have
you checked the date?
Of course I've
checked the date.
What?
Oh, very funny.
- Kidding.
Get out of here.
See you.
- See you.
- Bye.
Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke.
- Yeah?
- Your Christmas present.
- What?
- Here.
It's your sweater.
I'll get it when
I get back, okay?
Promise, thank you.
- All right.
- I love you.
Love you.
Hello?
Hannah, hi, it's Tom.
I came to apologize.
Hannah?
Hannah, Hannah,
are you listening?
Please say something.
Hannah.
Nice place.
Sorry, what did you say?
I said, that was not me today.
Oh, so who was it, then?
Somebody else.
Please, I need to explain.
Do you
realize how many good guys
you killed this week?
How many
judges does it take
to prosecute a cop?
A Pan Am 747 jumbo jet
with 255 people on board
has crashed just north
of the Scottish border.
There's an emergency
telephone number in America.
It's 0101-212-880-1234.
Pan Am flight, PA103, took
off from London Heathrow
bound for John F. Kennedy
Airport in New York
at 6:25 this evening.
Radar contact was lost at 7:19.
The plane came down
in the town of Lockerbie
in Dumfriesshire.
It crashed into a petrol
station and a number of houses.
Eye witnesses report
a huge explosion
and a 300-foot fireball.
There were 240 passengers
and 15 crew on board.
We've just had
this from America.
There
may have been Americans.
We are sending a
number of inspectors
from our Pan Am certificate
office here in New York,
and the International
Transportation Safety Board
is putting together a team,
as well, to go over there.
That would be an indication
that Americans
would be on board.
We have no confirmation,
no numbers of injuries or
fatalities at this time.
Why don't you just join me?
Dad, I'm
going to New York
and it's gonna be fine.
- Okay.
You don't
need to worry about me.
It's just...
It's Christmas and I
don't like leaving my dad.
Obviously you're preparing
for a long night?
We
certainly are, yes.
Sadly, we are.
What
number should people ring?
Anyone who wants
to know anything
about anyone on the flight?
Do you have
plans for Christmas Day?
Well, Luke
is going to New York
and I'm staying here.
Was
there a man dismayed?
Theirs not to make reply,
theirs not to reason why,
theirs but to do and die,
into the valley of Death.
Rode the...
They took
away the Christmas tree
in the Pan Am departure
lounge as anxious relatives
began to arrive desperately
seeking information.
Professionals and
volunteers still arriving
to man the phones and
to comfort relatives
until solid information
is available.
Here, it's your sweater.
I'll get it when
I get back, okay?
Promise, thank you.
- Okay, all right.
- I love you.
Bye.
Sorry, sir,
you can't go any
further forward here.
The emergency services
mount a major operation,
the hospital tends the
injured people of Lockerbie.
There's nobody
injured here at all.
There's no one left
in the hall at all.
Who's been
brought in here?
There's nobody been
brought in here just now,
at the moment, everybody's
been moved out.
If you go up to the community
center at the academy,
you might find some
people up there.
They've all been moved up there.
The community center
up at the academy.
Ah, Officer.
Can I help you, sir?
Yes.
I've come to collect my son.
He was on the Pan Am
flight to New York.
Where is it you've
come from tonight, sir?
I've come from
London, from London.
Would you follow
me, please, sir?
I've had an inquiry.
This fella's turned up
looking for his son.
Says he was on the plane.
Would you please hurry?
Forgive me, I don't
know if you understand,
but I need to get
this to my son.
He's very, it's very cold.
I understand,
sir, take a seat.
Let's get something
to warm you up.
Come on, have a seat.
Have a seat.
Sir.
- Yes?
I've got some biscuits.
You okay?
- Yes.
- Come on.
I've had enough tea.
You see, I've been
here for hours
and all I want to do
is give this to my son.
Do you understand?
You need to listen to me.
I'm listening.
There are no survivors.
Do you understand me?
No survivors.
No, I don't understand.
Luke?
Luke?
Help, I need help!
It's okay!
- Sir, are you okay?
- It's okay, sir.
- Come on, can you hear me?
Just breathe.
Just breathe.
- Yes, yes.
Shh, breathe.
You're okay.
Okay.
It is one of those nights
one will never forget.
It's clearly been an appalling
disaster and all our hearts
and our thoughts go out to
the large number of people
who will undoubtedly have died
as a result of this accident.
Tragedies of this nature
are impossible to predict.
It's just a most unfortunate
and incredible situation.
And we're very, very sorry.
How many Americans
were on the plane, sir?
I
can't tell you precisely.
I would assume that there
were a great many Americans
percentage-wise on the plane.
Eye witnesses
said the shattering force
of the collision made
it almost impossible
anyone could have survived.
Searchers found the corpses
had been horribly mutilated
by the explosion.
Broken your duck, Luke.
Finally.
Wait, wait, wait, no,
Dad, come on, let's,
come and stand next to me,
let's get one together.
Ready?
White Fang.
Shall we get drunk?
Oh, yes, yes, very.
I'll get it.
- No, you sit down, I'll go.
Oh, please.
There's a bottle of
white in the fridge.
Uh-huh.
And the corkscrew?
It's in a basket when
you go in on the left.
Okay.
Hm.
Corkscrew, corkscrew?
Where's the corkscrew?
Was that your
brother at the park?
What?
The man whose
shoulder you were leaning on.
Was that your brother?
Yeah,
that's my brother.
Huh.
Oh.
Tom?
Yeah.
Sorry.
Oh, no.
- They all fell.
- It's all right.
He's the most understanding
person I've ever known.
Oh yeah?
And tells the
worst jokes in the world.
Oh, really, like what?
Like, you
remind me of the sea.
The sea, why?
Because you make me sick.
Oh, Luke used to tell
silly jokes like that.
Here you go.
I bought him the ticket.
He wanted to go.
He was in love.
He wanted to
experience more of it.
How were you to know
that was going to happen?
I have been such
a shit to you.
Why are you being so kind?
Because we share something.
And what's that?
Pain.
Dear Mr. Hammond.
I am Kate Louise Pemberton.
Or Bird, the name
your son gave me.
Before you throw this letter
away, please read it all.
It's taken me several
months to put pen to paper,
trying to find the
right things to say,
but the truth is, I'm
still not sure what to say.
Yes, I am the one who
invited your son to New York,
and I am the one who was
waiting for him at the airport.
Bang.
I'm sorry.
No, you hate me?
Okay, fine, that's it.
I
thought we were gonna spend
the rest of our lives together,
not just those few short weeks.
Love at first sight,
as the cliche goes.
Luke and I met at a
party, and after that,
he was the only person I ever
wanted to spend my time with.
But I am now left with nothing.
I have nothing to hold
onto but memories of him.
I love you.
Just like you,
I am now confronted with the
pain of trying to move on.
I love you, too.
The truth
is, if he hadn't met me,
he'd be alive today.
I know that.
And that is something that
I will have to suffer with
every day for the
rest of my life.
For now, and I hope you understand,
I wish to mourn alone.
Maybe a time will come
when I can think back
on those precious
memories without pain
and life can start again.
Dearest Bird, if I may,
I'm so happy and so
sad to hear from you.
You say that you don't have
the strength to face me.
Well, let me tell you that
I don't have the strength
to face anything anymore.
But I've noticed in my grief
that what I believe in today,
I may not believe in tomorrow.
I wanna tell you everything,
so please excuse
me if I go too far.
Luke's funeral was attended
only by me and my best friend.
I knew that I could not
bear to see the anguish
on so many young faces, the
curling of parents' arms
around the shoulders
of the young.
Perhaps I was being selfish.
I'm not sure.
I wanted to say to my best
friend that perhaps Luke
was too beautiful
for this world,
but instead my head
was full of noises,
noises that I could not hear.
I wanted to put my hands
over my ears and scream,
but I couldn't.
I'm happy that you enjoyed my
son for those few short weeks.
I watched him grow
into a young man.
You say that you
have nothing of his.
Well, the day that Luke
was coming to see you,
I bought him a blue sweater,
something to keep him warm
during his trip to New York.
But somehow I was never
able to give it to him,
so I thought that maybe
you should have it.
If it becomes a burden, throw
it away, but it's yours.
I understand you well, Bird,
and I will let you
mourn in peace.
I wish I could mourn in peace.
And maybe one day, one
day, we shall meet.
Did you ever meet?
I did think of contacting
her after 9/11 but
she was so young.
Hmm.
I better be going.
Ooh, sorry, I drank your wine.
What?
Do you know, it's not even
that funny, it's just that.
It's a little
ridiculous, your collar.
- Oh.
- Look at that, there you go.
You need someone in your life.
It's too complicated.
Oh, is it?
Thank you.
- Good night.
- Good night.
I'll see you out.
Thanks.
We're
getting reports today
that Dick Cheney is
close to achieving
from the Libyan government
$1 million for families
related to the victims of
the Lockerbie disaster.
The latest in the report
is Abdelbaset al-Megrahi
has been sentenced
to life for his role
in the Lockerbie bombings.
Compensation for the
families of the PA103 victims
were among the
steps set by the UN
for lifting its
sanctions against Libya.
Other requirements included
a formal denunciation
of terrorism, which Libya
said it had already made.
In accepting responsibility
for the actions
of its officials on the
15th of August, 2003,
Libya's UN
ambassador, Ahmed Own,
submitted a letter to
the UN Security Council
formally accepting
responsibility for the actions
in relation to the
Lockerbie bombing.
The UN canceled the sanctions
that have been suspended
for four years.
The US trade
sanctions were lifted.
Then Libya offered up to
US dollars of 2.7 billion
to settle claims by
families of the 270 killed
in the Lockerbie bombing.
What's the
color of her hair?
- Brown.
- Brown.
Here, it's your sweater.
I'll get it
when I get back, okay?
Promise, thank you.
I love you.
Beautiful
day, isn't it?
Yeah, it is lovely.
I love those boats.
Mm, they are nice.
Wish we
could live in one.
I do, too.
Which one do we want?
I like that
red one over there.
Do you, that
used to be a ferry.
That would have gone
up and down the river.
What are those
people over there doing?
Looking for treasure.
Treasure?
Mm.
A long time ago, a Spanish
galleon sank in the river
and it was full of gold coins.
In the water?
In the
water, in the mud,
but the mud's too
deep for the divers,
so they send in these big
machines to help them search.
Wow, can we
go and have a look?
I think it's a
bit dangerous, don't you?
I mean, I think we should
leave it to the machines.
They've got these special
tools to help them find things.
I'm hungry.
Well, let's go somewhere
and have our sandwiches.
Why can't we have them here?
No, it's, I
don't want to be late.
But they might
have found the treasure.
They won't, it's
a big, big river,
one of the biggest in the world.
They'll be looking for days.
How big is the river?
Enormous.
How big?
At least this big.
Is it bigger than
the River Nile?
No, no, it's not bigger
than the River Nile,
but it's very, very big.
Do you promise
we'll come back?
Cross my heart.
Pinky promise?
Pinky promise.
Come on.
Wonder what
sandwiches we've got?
Ooh, yeah, I'm
looking forward to that.
The planes have
changed their flight path now.
They're coming all
the way over there.
I wonder what sort of
sandwiches we've got.
I hope it's...
Hannah.
Hannah.
I found it.
You found the photograph?
Yes.
It's all faded, but I found it.
Where?
At the riverbank.
Oh.
I was looking at a father
and son, and they were,
they were talking, and they
reminded me of Luke and I,
and the boy looked at
me straight in the eyes.
It was as if I was
being looked at by Luke.
And then I found it.
My boy.
My boy.
Yeah, you can't
really see anything.
It's beautiful.
You can't really see anything.
But I found it.
In a way I...
In a way I don't
need it any more.
Now that I've found it, in a
way I don't need it any more.
I found it, Hannah.
I'm happy for you.
I found it.
Dear Bird,
it has been so long since
our last correspondence
and I hope this
letter finds you well.
There have been so many unresolved questions,
who to blame.
I feel that we will
probably never know
who the true
culprits really are.
There's been talk about
the Libyan government
giving a large compensation,
but I see that as blood money.
I don't believe anything
that anyone says,
especially the people that
have the power to investigate
this heinous crime.
As a way to celebrate
Luke's brief life,
I've decided to return back
to Lockerbie for his birthday.
It'll be the first time
that I've been back
since the tragedy.
There is a small church
that I'm told is close
to the approximate location
where Luke's body was found,
close to a beech tree.
I wanna visit this place and
somehow I wanted you to know.
Sincerely, Tom.
Mr. Hammond?
Yes.
I'm...
Oh.
You're Bird.
You came.
Of course.
And you're...
You're wearing Luke's sweater.
I hope that's okay.
I wear it when I miss him.
You look like him.
Oh, Bird.
I miss him so much.
Mr. Hammond, I am so sorry.
Oh, no, no.
I...
No.
Oh, no.
Let's go for a walk.
Hey, hey.
You all right?
- Yeah.
- You okay?
Come on.
You've hurt your knee.
Oh, yeah.
Shit.
- Is it all right?
Yeah, it's fine.
- All right?
- Hey.