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I Believe in Father Christmas
by Greg Lake.

♪ They said there'll be snow
this Christmas

♪ They said there'll be
peace on Earth... ♪

PLAYS ON HEADPHONES

Good evening, passengers.

On behalf of Pan Am airlines,
we would like to apologise

for the delay to Pan Am Flight 103
to New York.

We will update you as soon as
we have all the information.

You all right, darling?

- Yes.
- Are you hungry?

- Yes.
- Is there anywhere to get a drink around here?

Oh, I think there's a bar
back that way.

Thanks.

- Rough week?
- Fun week, family wedding, Belfast.

Oof, they can drink over there!

They DID drink over there.

Yeah, I think we're delayed.

- Sorry, darling.
- No, we'll be together before you know it.

Christmas in New York!

Ice skating at
the Rockefeller Center,

walks in Central Park...

I can't wait to see you.

You, too.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Go on, go and get your dad.

Thank you.

Dad...

Dad, tea!

Yes, I'm coming.

Right, OK. Come on, then.

Come on!

SHE GIGGLES

- Please help me set the table.
- Yeah.

- He's coming!
- Thank you, sweetheart.

- That smells good.
- Can you get that juice?

Excuse me!
Out of the kitchen, DS McCusker.

LAUGHTER

Dad, is Santa going late-night
shopping this week?

- Who knows? He works in mysterious ways.
- Mm-hm.

- But if you're good...
- Are you still free tomorrow, at least?

- Ice skating!
- Maybe. - Possibly.

Subject to a full review
of the evidence.

- No bedtime mischief.
- Yes!

Right. Don't wait up, love.

Take a coat.
It's Baltic out there.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

We are now commencing
boarding Pan Am 103 to New York.

Thank you, Mr Doyle.
Have a restful flight.

Thanks. I like your hat.

- And has he got a passport?
- I think so.

He's from the Arctic.

Thank you.

Playing Santa back home?

New Jersey-style.

Excited to see my wife and kids.

Have a safe trip, Mr Jaafar.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, madam.

Still time, right? Still time?

No.

Sorry, sir.

Somewhere In My Heart
by Aztec Camera.

♪ Summer in the city
where the air is still

♪ A baby being born to the overkill

♪ Well, who cares what people say?

♪ We walk down love's motorway

♪ Ambition and love
wearing boxing gloves

♪ And singing hearts and flowers

♪ But somewhere in my heart there is

♪ A star that shines for you

♪ Silver splits the blue... ♪

Overflowing with festive joy
in here, Ed.

- It's not Christmas yet, Sandy.
- Only ten days to go.

Ten? My daughters are saying four.

Not the baby in the manger.
The game.

Could score some tickets?

I might have promised the girls
we'd go to the sales.

- June might give you a pass.
- Let's just get through tonight, eh?

Get a confession out the lad
in room four,

and then, maybe we can get
a pint in at one of the parties.

Someone's bound to pull
a cracker tonight.

Oh, whatever you say, Santa.

TELEVISION PLAYS

LAUGHTER

Sure Dave doesn't mind
checking it over?

He said he's happy to help.

Could wait till morning.

Might as well do it now,
get it all nice for her.

It's going to be a big surprise
for her.

- Aye.
- Aye. You're a good lad.

Stop The Cavalry by Jona Lewie.

♪ Du-ba-du-ba-dum-dum

♪ Du-ba-du-ba-dum

♪ Du-ba-dum, dum-dum-da-dum
Du-ba-du-ba-dum

♪ Du-ba-du-ba-dum-dum,
du-ba-du-ba-dum

♪ Du-ba-dum-dum, du-ba-dum,
du-ba-du-ba-dum

♪ Wish I was at home for
Christmas... ♪

Merry Christmas, Willie.

Merry Christmas, Moira.

Full of the joys of Christmas,
PC Gibson?

Mrs Shearer?
What a pleasant surprise.

Any Christmas plans?

Your son flying in to surprise you?

Flights are dear.

I'll be with family, though.

You're not drinking on duty,
I trust?

Oh, no, no, of course not.

RUMBLING GLASSES SHAKE

CRASHING

EXPLOSION

So, there I am.
I'm a 15-year-old police cadet.

Still can't believe that
I'm not Chief Superintendent.

And I've got the accused stood
right in front of me.

I look him right in the eye
and I say,

"Where were you
between four and six?"

"Primary school," he says.

LAUGHTER

That's... That's a...
That's a true story.

DCS Orr, there's a phone call
for you. They said it's urgent.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

There's being a report of a large
explosion in the Lockerbie area.

Mass fatalities and serious
structural damage to buildings

and vehicles.
No further details as yet.

I'm on my way.

- You sure they said "explosion"?
- They said it.

I'm just not sure if they meant it.
Lockerbie. Where is that?

It's a small town down the A74.
About an hour away.

- Call was for "all available".
- That never happens. You sure?

It came direct from DCS Orr.

- I'll gather a team and follow.
- Right, OK.

HORNS HONK

Police! Back in vehicles now!

HORNS CONTINUE SIRENS BLARE

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
CID. You lads going to Lockerbie?

- Trying.
- You know what's happened?

All we're hearing is fires.
Want to follow us?

Aye. Lead the way.

SIRENS BLARING

SIRENS AND SHOUTING

- DS McCusker. What's happened?
- PC Gibson, sir.

Someone said passenger plane.

I was told to search for survivors.

I'll help you search. Let's go.

Slow down.

Come on, man,
you can't do anything for him.

We need water!
The water main's burst.

Come here, listen, I need you to
assist these gentlemen here.

Here. Thank you.

- CID. What's wrong?
- Water main's burst, impact of the plane.

Vehicle reserves running dry, too.

We've milk tankers on the way,
filling them at the river.

- Any survivors?
- Not yet. Be careful.

- Are you local?
- Local boy, born and bred.

That's David Edwards' house.

RADIO CHATTER HELICOPTER

Hey! Lad, you can't be here!

Come on lad, we'll get you
somewhere safe. Come on.

- I can't leave. It's my home.
- Let's go. - It's my home! - Come on.

Mum! Dad!

Come on. It's OK.

It's all right. Come on, let's go.
Watch yourself.

Just keep going.

- Constable!
- What's your name, son?

Er... Steven Flannigan.

OK. I need you to get this lad
to safety as soon as possible.

They're taking people
to Lockerbie Academy, the school.

Come on, Steven, I'll take you.

Whoa, whoa, guys, come on.
I know there's a lot going on.

Mark where bodies are found.

Do not move anything
you do not need to move!

It's all evidence.

CID?

Have we got CID?

DCS Orr, sir.

McCusker?!

All right.

Priority is preserving the scene.

- Leave that to uniforms. You two local?
- Yes.

We've had calls about passengers at
Rosebank and the golf course.

You take Rosebank.
You take the golf course.

All right. On you go.

And I need you to go to
the Banks Hill area.

Right, there's been a call about
a passenger at Minsca Farm.

All right? I take it
there were no survivors?

All right, go, go, go!

Are you here for Pan Am 103?
Have you heard anything?

- Are they saying anything?
- I, erm...

- heard on the radio there was a crash.
- I know.

They're not telling us anything.

But that was Scotland.

Our plane's from London.

It wouldn't go there, would it?

Oh, I've been calling, calling
Pan Am, but getting nothing,

so I just jumped in a...

It says "see agent" now.

SHE WHIMPERS

My son!

Good evening. Pan Am flight 103,

from London's Heathrow
to New York's Kennedy Airport,

was at 31,000 feet, and just
52 minutes into its flight

when air traffic controllers
suddenly lost contact.

A short time later, the 747
crashed into a Scottish village

and exploded in a ball of flames.

CID.

Are you all right?

It's OK, darling, it's all right.
Just take a breath.

- Is this your farm?
- Aye.

Did you call for help?

I called for an ambulance.

Who'd you call it for?

Do you see him?

They're saying a 747...

We don't know yet,
but I-I'm here to help.

At first, we thought he was alive.

My husband Hugh's out
looking for anyone else.

That's good.

We need all the help we can get.

We can't leave him out here alone.

He has to stay here for now.

Then I'll stay with him.

Please.

Somebody will be along to take
care of him, to move him.

He must have a family, mustn't he?

Can I use your phone, please?

Aye.

No, it-it's OK. I-I'm all right.

I'm part of the response,
but it's...

Ed. Just be careful.

Yeah, be really careful.

I'll be back at some point.
I love you.

Yeah. I love you.

Is Dad OK?

Yeah.

He's OK.

Erm, let's get you up to bed.

Come on, let's go and do a book.

LINE RINGS

Hello, Linda Burman.

Linda, erm...

we haven't spoken before.
It's Rose.

Rose! Of course.

Tim adores you.

Is... Is everything OK?

Er, no.

Have you seen the news?
I think Tim's plane...

- Something's happened.
- Roy!

Are you sure?

Yes. Pan Am 103,
that was his flight.

What did they say exactly?

They can't... They said
they can't tell me any more.

Right, Rose, it's Roy.

We'll find out what's happening,

er, and we'll be in touch.

British Airways have
activated their emergency procedures

information centre, professionals
and volunteers still arriving

to man the phones and
to comfort relatives until

solid information is available.

We've got a room here
where they can sit,

they can have a cup of tea.

They can talk to one another.

And, as soon as someone has some
information to tell them

about the persons that
they want to hear of,

then it will be communicated
to them.

We are in the process of beginning
the notification of the next of kin.

That process will continue through
the night and into tomorrow.

We will release the, er,

passenger list just as soon as
that process is completed.

OK, guys, let's pull together
a full factual on this plane.

Flying hours, pilot history,
whatever we can get.

I already called
the seventh floor,

but can somebody please get me
Gow in the Field Office?

- Right away.
- And listen, cancel your plans for tonight, OK?

I don't want you getting distracted
by any of the images you see on TV.

- Tom Thurman for Dick Marquise.
- Please sign here.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

OK. Let's go.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Tom, thanks for coming in.

How do you want to mobilise?

There's about to be a seventh-floor
meet-up with Gallagher,

so I want you there.

What do you think? Is it a bomb?

Our explosives unit has zero facts,

zero context, and zero evidence.

Then let's get you above zero fast.

It's international.

They won't wade in without evidence.

The evidence is in Scotland,

but 190 victims are American,

including 15 active duty
military personnel

and ten veterans,
just like yourself.

No, we need to make a case.

You make cases. I examine debris.

No. We need to make a case
that you go to Scotland.

Tonight.

Is that possible?

Whatever you need.

- My kids ain't with me this Christmas.
- Great.

And I'm never putting them
on a plane again.

What's the latest, Todd?

Mr Gallagher,

no signs of a hijack, nor any
evidence of explosives yet.

Pilot error or
engine failure possible.

Lockerbie is near Dumfries,
the UK's smallest police force.

Their main area of unsolved crime
last year - bicycle theft.

Glasgow's not far.

They must've dealt with more
than just bike thefts.

And 747s don't just
fall out of the sky.

Well, sometimes they do.

The South African Airways
747 last year,

just an accidental cargo fire.

We don't do aviation
accidents overseas.

We'll see what develops.

Yeah, but if we don't go,
we'll see nothing.

We've dispatched our London LEGATS.

They're not going to know
what to look for.

Who's running this meeting, Dick?

Look, all I'm saying is
we should rule out foul play.

If this was an attack
against US citizens,

it would be unprecedented.

The implications of this
would be chilling.

Do the Scots have the black box?

Not yet. The Scots police called
our field office looking for help.

What do you mean,
they asked for our assistance?

They lack experts that can examine
debris for signs of explosives.

Well, why not use London?

The Met's IRA team?

Maybe their relationship with
the Met is as perfect

as ours is with the CIA.

Has anyone called to take credit?

Islamic Jihad,

Guardians of Islamic Revolution,

an Ulster Defence group.

Jihad and Guardians, they're just
looking for free publicity.

- Any other calls?
- Yes. Someone called to blame Mossad.

OK. So, in other words,
no credible leads.

Which also may indicate an accident.

I send my top explosives guy
to Scotland, we alarm the world.

With all due respect, I think
the mystery deaths of passengers

from 21 different countries has
already alarmed the world,

don't you?

I heard Matt Gannon was on board.

The CIA's Beirut Station Chief.

If there's any chance this was
a hit on Gannon, a Unabomber,

a headcase, or even a group,

the White House are going
to want to know.

Meanwhile, I can pull the manifest,

have my team start
profiling passengers.

OK.

I'll see what Sessions says.

But we wade in,

families here are going to want us
to run this whole case.

The Scots might be happy about that.

A cop eager to give up jurisdiction?

Tom, how soon could you fly?

We're going to Dulles Airport.

Rescue teams from all
over Britain are heading for

the scene of what looks to be
Britain's worst air crash tonight.

Just after seven this evening,

a jumbo jet crashed on to
the town of Lockerbie,

in the Scottish borders.

It was a Pan American Boeing 747,

flight number 103
from London Heathrow

to Kennedy Airport, New York.

We now know there were
244 people on board,

including three children.
It came down on a petrol station

and a housing estate
on the south side of Lockerbie.

There are casualties amongst
the town's people.

We don't know how many.

Bodies have been found up
to two miles away.

There's no immediate indication
of why the plane crashed.

Officials say there was
no other airplane involved,

and rule out a mid-air collision.

No explanation yet why the plane
crashed from 31,000 feet.

- All right? - Morning.
- Morning, guys.

Yeah.

OK, right, we've got it.

OK, flight data acquisition
unit secure. Well done.

- Morning. So, you've found the black box?
- Morning.

- DCS Orr.
- Mick Charles.

So, what's the plans for it,
Mr Charles?

I'd like to get it in a heli
to Farnborough, along with the DFDR

and the Cockpit Voice Recorder
we found two miles east of here.

We need to piece together the audio
of the plane's last few minutes.

How long before I can listen to it?

Later today, down a line, I hope.

I need to find out if
this was an accident,

or if it was a bomb.

And it's not just me.

It's the Secretary of State,

it's the Chief Constable,
it's the media, it's the families,

and a certain Mrs Thatcher -

not necessarily in that order.

I understand.

This is what we do.

Good.

I'll leave you to it.

What's coming in?

So far, 11 locals killed
by the fire or by the impact.

Three kids.

There was a wee lad on the Crescent.

Steven Flannigan.

You heard about his family?

Flannigan?

Yeah, his parents and
his sister are definitely gone.

But his big brother, he was away,

so he's not lost everyone.

Right.

Where do you need me next?

Lockerbie Academy's the HQ.

If this was deliberate, this whole
town's a massive murder scene.

Evidence first, eh?

Theories later.

It is even worse in daylight

than it looked
on television at night.

Now you can see the full enormity
of the damage,

and the extent of it,

er, and the way in which
there are pieces of aircraft

and twisted metal scattered
over a wide area.

And the number of houses
that are damaged,

and the people in them,

must have wondered just
whatever was happening,

as indeed the people in
the aircraft must have had this...

Well, it's just terrible.

JOURNALISTS SHOUT QUESTIONS

- Excuse me.
- Any word from Pan Am?

Have you got anything
you'd like to say?

- When will we have answers?
- Is that the orphan?

Guys... seriously?

DCI Harry Bell.

I imagine there might be some
progress to report later today,

provided you're not blocking
this entrance.

You must be DCS Orr?

Yes.

Seymour. Anti-Terrorist Branch.

My team are leading the passenger
inquiries down at Heathrow.

DCI Harry Bell.

Sorry, did you say leading?

Can I ask on whose authority?

We're interviewing
a Sikh man at the moment.

Luggage went on, but he didn't.
Goes by the name Jaswant Basuta.

Oh, right. My team's going to
need your files on him.

Mrs Thatcher will determine who has
jurisdiction over all this, DCS Orr.

I'm sure she will.

The plane took off from London.

It came down in Scotland.

London's my jurisdiction.

So, can you see Big Ben out
the window there?

This is Scotland, my jurisdiction.

And until I'm told otherwise,
I'm in charge.

James T Thurman?

Tom.

Supervisory Special Agent,
FBI Explosives Unit.

SIO John Orr. Pleased to meet you.

We need your help...
in specific areas.

I'd like to thank all of you
who dropped your Christmas plans,

to be here. It's much appreciated.

For those of you who don't know,
I am SIO John Orr,

and for the time being,
I'm in charge.

Last night was about
fighting fires, searching.

Fall was 30,000 feet,

debris scattered over 850 miles,

no survivors found so far.

Today, we have the benefit
of daylight,

though obviously, at this
time of year, that's...

pretty short-lived.

I want to make one thing
absolutely clear.

We have two priorities.

First...

human beings.

We estimate there's
250 passengers still out there,

and I want you to be relentless
in your search for survivors.

Check every field, every barn,

every stable, every rooftop.

Where lives are lost,

please proceed efficiently...

and sensitively.

Now, the local mortuaries
are overwhelmed,

town hall's not suitable.

So, for the time being,

we'll begin using the ice rink.

Second priority...

collection of evidence.

Search teams will be divided into
groups of eight and ten.

Sectors A, B, C, D, E, and F.

Check for your name on
the notice board.

The debris is spread
well beyond Lockerbie area.

Every patch is a crime scene.

Every item, a piece of evidence.

If it's not a rock,
if it's not growing,

then pick it up...

bag it, label it. Details...

Details make cases, understood?

Now, we're not alone.

We have with us Mr
Tom Thurman from the FBI,

an explosives expert.

Tom, would you like to say
a few words?

Right, er, good. Thanks.

Er...

As part of US law enforcement,
I'm here to assist in the search

and investigation of key evidence.

I hear the cockpit audio
is almost ready and...

that's good.

This will be our best means of
finding out what happened.

- Excuse me, Mr Thurman, I have a question.
- Go ahead.

Uh-huh?

FBI's a domestic agency, right?

What area of jurisdiction
do you expect to have over here?

Well, that depends.

Nearly 200 Americans
lost their lives.

We need the black box
to tell us how.

I'd also like to say

that hundreds of your colleagues
are already out there searching,

and we know you're going to see some
unpleasant sights out there.

Just be prepared, all right?

Do your job as best you can.

- Just over there.
- Aye.

Steven? It's, er...

Ed McCusker.

Have you had any food?

- Got this.
- Right, OK, make sure you get something.

Look after yourself.

You all right?

Mm.

Is your brother coming?

He's, erm...

He's not here yet.

OK.

Is there anyone we can call
in the meantime?

Any family, friends?

M-Maybe the Harleys.

OK.

I was, er...

in the garage at the Edwards'
when it hit.

Just across the road.

Maybe they weren't in the house.

Mum, Dad, Joanne.

I'm sorry, mate,
I-I don't think anyone...

You don't know.

No-one knows anything.

I'll get answers.

OK? I promise.

Sorry. You're wanted
in Orr's office.

OK, all right.
Just give me a second.

I'm really sorry, Steven,
I really am.

I need you to track down
the Harley family in Lockerbie.

- Make it a priority, OK?
- Understood.

So, Mr Charles,
am I right in thinking that,

if it is engine failure...

we'll hear a Mayday?

Usually, yes.

We synchronised the audio of
the plane's last minutes

with the Shanwick tape.

Are you ready?

Shanwick, good evening.

It's Clipper one zero three.

Clipper one zero three, Shanwick.

Roger, we are requesting
a random track -

three one zero, decimal,
eight four.

Clipper one zero three,
Shanwick copy. Standby.

Clipper one zero three,
Shanwick, your clearance.

This is Clipper one zero three...

STATIC NOISE

HIGH-PITCHED HISS

That loud, thin noise is
the final recorded cockpit sound.

No Mayday.

Pilot never saw it coming.

Surely, then, this confirms
that it was a bomb?

It isn't conclusive, but in past
cases, yes, it would mean that.

Right. Thanks, Mr Charles.

I need to get out in the field,

see if any debris points to a bomb.

How long will it take to assess?

That depends.

I'm sure it does. On what?

I can explore debris
in the impact zone tonight

if someone can drive me
further afield at first light.

I can pick you up.

Thank you.

Something else, huh?

- Goodnight.
- Night, Sandy.

You can't be inside the cordon.
I'm sorry.

Are you a...? You're a policeman?

Yeah. DS Sandy Gay. How can I help?

Please, we just want to know
what's happened to our son.

Right. His name is Tim,
it's Tim Burman. Look.

We know he was on board,
we think we know,

- but has he been found?
- We're not being told anything.

Look, I'm sorry.

We're still in emergency mode here.

There's unlikely to be any info yet,
but we...

don't think that anyone has,
or could have, come through this.

- Where are they taking passengers?
- Well... - I just want to see him.

Please, I just want to see my boy.

I'm a nurse,
I've seen bodies before.

I mean, what if he's just out there?

What if he's out there,
alone in the cold?

SHE SOBS

HE SIGHS

You former military?

I was. Army.

Non-combat, I'm guessing?

You'd think, but no.

Bomb disposal.

Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have...

No need to apologise.

I was a whole different
person back then.

But I never saw this
happen to a town.

Echo to DS McCusker.

DS McCusker.

AAIB have debris of interest
at Carruthers Farm.

Request Tom Thurman to attend.

Understood.

Mr Thurman, you're needed elsewhere.

Mr Thurman, your opinion, please.

What's this now?

From a luggage pallet from the hold?

Think so.

Part of the rail, perhaps.

Yeah. Blackening, scorching,

bubbling here.

Foreign matter embedded tends to
point to a high-energy event.

This is crucial evidence.

You need to get it tested today.

I'll get it choppered to RARDE now.

OK.

What are you thinking?

This, plus the lack of
a distress call...

I think someone bombed
this plane out the sky.

Neil.

Yeah?

Tom thinks it was an attack.

Right, get on top of it
with the Scots.

- I'll get ahead of it with the White House.
- OK. - Dick? - Yeah.

You're on this case now.

- Nothing else. You got it?
- Got it.

World's watching.

I want to express
our sorrow and our concern

for the families and friends of
those who died in the crash

of the Pan American Flight 103.

There are many difficult aspects
of this tragedy,

but none so compelling as
the anguish of those families

who will not have their loved ones

with them this Christmas season.

Ah. Right.

You look frozen, son.

Here.

Hey, lads.

Now, what else can we do, gentlemen?

It's our town.

Well, I'm sure everybody's
appreciating the cakes.

- How's the family? Are they all safe, all well?
- Mostly.

Ella's house was hit.

Plane parts and
a number of passengers.

Aye. But I wasnae hurt.

All those poor people,
I'll never forget it.

We just want to help.

Even if it is just more cakes.

Aye, well, if you can provide
some clean, dry uniforms

for the searchers tomorrow,
I'm sure they'll be grateful.

Aye. Well, we can do that.

Yes. Go on, then, help yourself.
Fresh meat pies up there.

- Oh, you've got pies?
- Aye.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE

- Hello?
- Hi, Dick Marquise, FBI.

Ed McCusker, CID.

I am trying to get through
to a Mr Orr.

Could you patch me through
to his direct line?

Patch? No, no.
I'm just on a school phone.

OK. Erm, I'm a terrorist
specialist in HQ,

intel, not ops.

You need to speak directly
to Mr Orr.

Looks like we're going to be ready
to start interviewing families

as early as tomorrow.

Er, wait a minute.

Over there, you mean?

I assume you're talking
about Americans?

No, everybody.

OK. Listen...

Dick, a lot of people here
are in shock.

OK? They're grieving.

They have lost
just about everything.

Well, we know our work,
and we do it well.

You can trust us and
our experience.

But I do need to speak to
Mr Orr immediately,

so do you have a pen, at least,
so I can give you my number?

Aye. Go ahead.

- Boss.
- Aye, what is it?

Dick Marquise at the FBI called.

RARDE think the debris bears
traces of PETN and RDX,

components of explosive material.

Semtex.

Right, then we need to work fast
logging debris and belongings.

We can't log it all manually,
not at this volume.

Well, bring in computers down from
Glasgow, Strathclyde, wherever.

We'll use the HOLMES database.

Who do you have trained
in that system?

- Him.
- You trained in HOLMES?

- Aye.
- Put together a HOLMES team.

- Create a database for all the key evidence, all right?
- Clear.

Aye. Who else?

Sandy Gay.

Aye, he's got a terrific memory.

- Be good to have him statement-reading.
- Fine.

Let's go.

PHONE RINGS

This is Dick Marquise.

Mr Marquise, DCS Orr here.

- Mr Orr.
- Yeah, good to connect. - Yeah.

We're glad to have your help
in a supporting role.

And, er, and when you say
a "supporting role"...?

Perhaps you've not heard.

The Prime Minister has just
confirmed that this is,

in fact, Scotland's case,

not London's, not America's.

That's not to say that you
and Mr Thurman

won't be playing a crucial role.

Mr Thurman especially has already
proved himself to be very valuable.

Well, that's wonderful.

Tom mentioned there was a passenger
of interest at Heathrow.

Mr Basuta. He's no longer
in our enquiries.

His story holds up.

Which leaves us with
270 murder cases to solve.

And no clear suspect.

Indeed.

Tonight here in Lockerbie, the town
is settling down as best it can

to a tragedy which has destroyed
Christmas for the community.

Local people say they can hardly
find the words to express

their grief at a catastrophe
many of them actually witnessed.

"Like an earthquake," said one.

"The sky seemed to be raining fire,"
said another,

"The day none of us
will ever forget."

We didn't know
what happened. It was all chaos.

And then, out the window,
all this debris raining down.

I saw this great fireball,

and then, just flames everywhere.

It seemed to go on forever.

It was like hell,
the whole road burning.

SHE SIGHS

♪ Abide with me

♪ Fast falls the eventide

♪ The darkness deepens

♪ Lord with me abide

♪ When other helpers

♪ Fail and comforts flee

♪ Help of the helpless

♪ O, abide with me. ♪

So much has been broken here.

But we're about to find out
who we are as a community...

and who did this.

We will piece together the truth...

as to what happened here.

And we will bring the perpetrators,
I promise you...

whoever they are,
wherever they are,

we will bring them to justice.

This was an act of war.

And now, we have to find out
who we're fighting.