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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.

Time's running out, kid So what do you say?

Cowboy or convict

I win either way

Your abject surrender

Was always the bottom line

Gentlemen, escort our guest to the cellar

so he might reflect in solitude.

Too bad you've no job, Jack but you did resign

Too bad you've no family but you can't have mine

Be glad you're alive, boy I'd say that's the bottom line

Like the pied piper

You knew what to play

Till those kids all believed you were right

Lucky for them, all but one got away

They may not be so lucky tonight

And now, we've been given discretion to handle you as we see fit.

Yeah, so behave.

Oh, but just in case,

I been polishin' my favorite brass knuckles.

Ah, you can sleep right here on this old printin' press.

Now that there is firm.

Newsies need our help today Newsies need our help today

Tell 'em Brooklyn's on their way

Tell 'em Brooklyn's on their way

We're from Brooklyn We are newsies

We are Brooklyn newsies

Just got word that our buddies is hurtin'

Facin' total disaster for certain

That's our cue, boys It's time to go slummin'

Hey, Manhattan, the cavalry's comin'

Have no fear

You know we've got your back from way back

Brooklyn's here

We'll get your pay back with some payback

We're the boys from the beaches of Brighton

Prospect Park and the Navy Yard Pier

Strikes ain't fun but they sure is excitin'

Loud and clear

Brooklyn's here!

Borough what gave me birth

Friendliest place on Earth

Pay us a visit and see what we means

And when ya do When ya do

When ya do

We'll kick ya halfway to Queens

Now them soakers is in for a soakin'

What a sad way to end a career

They's a joke

But if they thinks we're jokin'

Loud and clear

Manhattan's here

Flushing's here

Richmond's here

Woodside's here

So's the Bronx!

Brooklyn's here Loud and clear

We is here

Whoo-hoo!

Welcome, newsies of New York City.

Welcome to my theater and your revolution!

And let's hear it for Spot Conlon and Brooklyn!

Newsies united!

Let's see what Pulitzer's gotta say to you now.

Hey, Davey.

Where's Jack?

Jack! Jack! Jack!

Sorry, kid. No sign of him yet.

Looks like you're doin' a solo.

I can't. Yes, you can.

All right.

Newsies of New York!

Look at what we done.

We got newsies from every pape

and every neighborhood here tonight.

Tonight, you're makin' history.

Tonight, we declare

that we are just as much a part of the newspaper

as any reporter or editor.

We are done being treated like kids.

From now on, they will treat us as equals!

All right?

You wanna be talked to like an adult?

Start actin' like one.

Jack. Don't just run your mouth.

Make some sense. And here's Jack!

Jack! Jack! Jack!

All right, all right.

All right!

Pulitzer...

Raised the price of papes

without so much as a word to us

and that was a lousy thing to do.

So we got mad

and we showed 'em we ain't gonna be pushed around.

So we go on strike. And then what happens?

Well, Pulitzer lowers the price of papes,

so's we'll go back to work!

And then a few weeks after that,

he hikes up his price again, and don't think he won't.

So what do we do then?

And what do we do when he decides to raise his price again after that?

Fellas, we gotta be realistic here.

If we don't work, we don't get paid.

How many days can you go without making money?

Huh?

Believe me, however long,

Pulitzer can go longer.

But I have spoken with Mr. Pulitzer.

And he...

He has given me his word.

If we disband the union...

...he will not raise prices again for two years.

He will even put that in writing.

Now I say, we take the deal.

We go back to work knowing our price is secure.

All you gotta do is vote -No.-

Vote -No-!

He's a sellout.

Hey! Hey!

You're a traitor, Jack!

Davey.

That was some speech you made.

How'd you get here? Well, Specs showed me.

What? He say you could go through my stuff?

I saw them rolled up sticking out of there.

I didn't know what they were.

These drawings...

These are drawings of the Refuge, aren't they?

Is this really what it's like in there?

Three boys to a bed,

rats everywhere and vermin...

What? A little different from where you were raised?

Snyder told my father that you were arrested stealing food and clothing.

This is why, isn't it?

You stole to feed those boys.

I don't understand!

If you are willing to go to jail for those boys,

how could you turn your back on them now?

Oh, I do not think you are one to talk about turnin' on folks!

I never turned on you or anyone else.

Oh, no, you didn't.

You just double-crossed us to your father!

Your father!

My father has eyes on every corner of this city.

He doesn't need me spying for him.

And I never lied.

I didn't tell you everything.

If you weren't a girl,

you would be trying to talk with a fist in your mouth.

I told you that I worked for The Sun and I did.

I told you my professional name is Plumber and it is.

You never asked my real one.

I wouldn't think I had to

unless I knew I was dealing with a backstabber!

Oh, and if I was a boy,

you'd be looking at me through one swollen eye!

Oh, yeah? Don't let that stop you, huh.

Give me your best shot!

Uh...

I need to know that you didn't cave for the money.

No, I spoke the truth.

You win a fight when you got

the other fellow down eatin' pavement.

All right, you heard your father.

No matter how many days we strike,

he ain't never givin' up. I don't...

I don't know what else we can do.

Ah, but I do. Oh, come on.

Really, Jack, really?

Only you can have a good idea?

Or is it because I'm a girl? Oh, I did not say nothin'...

This would be a good time to shut up.

Being boss doesn't mean you have all the answers.

Just the brains to recognize

the right one when you hear it.

I'm listening.

Oh, good for you.

The strike was your idea. The rally was Davey's.

And now my plan will take us to the finish line.

Deal with it.

-The Children's Crusade. -

-For the sake of all the kids in every sweatshop, factory

-and slaughterhouse in New York,

-I beg you, join us.-

This...

With those words, the strike stopped

being just about the newsies.

You challenged our whole generation

to stand up and demand a place at the table.

Children's Crusade...

Think, Jack, if we publish this,

my words with one of your drawings,

and if every worker under 21

read it and stayed home from work,

or better yet,

they came to Newsie Square.

A general citywide strike!

Even my father couldn't ignore that.

We have one small problem.

We got no way to print it.

Oh, come on, there has to be

one printing press he doesn't control.

Oh, no. What?

I know where there's a printing press

no one would ever think we'd use.

Well, then, why are we still standing here?

Hey, hey. Wait! Stop!

What is this about for you?

Nah, and I'm not talkin' about the Children's Crusade.

What's this about?

What, am I...

Am I kiddin' myself or is there somethin'...

Of course, there is.

Well, don't just say it like it happens every day!

Jack, I didn't... No, no! I'm not an idiot!

Look, I know girls like you don't wind up with guys like me.

And I don't want you promisin' nothin'

you're just gonna take back later.

Standin' here...

Tonight, lookin' at you, I...

Look, I'm scared tomorrow's gonna come and change everything.

If there was a way I could grab hold of somethin'...

Just to make time stop, so's I could just

keep on lookin' at you.

You snuck up on me, Jack Kelly.

I never even saw it coming.

For sure?

For sure.

Till the moment I found you

I thought I knew what love was

Now I'm learning what is true

That love will do what it does

The world finds ways to sting you

And then, one day, decides to bring you

Something to believe in

For even a night

One night may be forever

But that's all right

That's all right

And if you're gone tomorrow

What was ours still will be

I have something to believe in

Now that I know you believed in me

We was never meant to meet

And then we meet

Who knows why

One more stranger on the street

Just someone sweet passing by

An angel come to save me

Who didn't even know she gave me

Somethin' to believe in

For even a day

One day may be forever

But that's okay

That's okay

And if I'm gone tomorrow

What was ours still will be

I have something to believe in

Now that I know you believed in me

Do you know what I believe in?

Look into my eyes

And see

If things were different...

If you weren't going to Santa Fe...

Yeah, if you weren't an heiress...

And if your father wasn't after my head.

But you're not really scared of my father.

No. Ugh.

I am pretty scared of you.

Oh, don't be!

And if I'm gone tomorrow

What was ours still will be

I have something to believe in

Now that I know you believed in me

I have somethin' to believe in

Now that I know you believed

In me ♪

Now is the time to seize the day

Stare down the odds and seize the day

Minute by minute, that's how you win it

We will find a way

But let us seize the day

I'll get the lights. You get those windows unlocked.

We've got enough keys here for the entire building.

Hey, has someone being pickin' Daddy's pockets?

The janitor's been working here since he was eight

and hasn't had a raise in 20 years.

He's with us 100%.

Hey, you bring enough fellas to keep us covered?

We can hold a hoedown in here and no one would be the wiser.

All right, good job.

Hey. Huh?

It's good to have you back again.

Shut up.

Here she is, boys.

Now just think, while my father snores blissfully in his bed,

we will be using his very own press to bring him down.

Yeah, remind me to stay on your good side.

Hey, is this what they print the papes on?

I can see why they tossed this old girl down to the cellar.

But I think she'll do the job.

Oh, Jack, this is Darcy.

He knows just about everything there is to know about printing.

I'm sorry.

Uh...

You work for one of the papes?

My father owns The Trib.

Whoa. Whoa!

And this is Bill.

He'll be typesetting the article for us.

Bill? So I suppose you're the son of William Randolph Hearst, right?

Yeah. And proud to be a part of your revolution.

Ain't that somethin'?

In the words of the little one,

-Can we table the palaver and get back to business?-

A little grease, and she'll be good as gold.

All right, here's how it'll work.

As we print the papes, Race, you'll let the fellas in

and they'll spread 'em to every workin' kid in New York.

After that... Well, after that,

it's up to them.

There's change comin'

Once and for all

You makes the front page

And, man, you is major news

Tomorrow they'll see what we are

And sure as a star

We ain't come this far

To lose

Let's go, boys! Clear up! Here they come!

Right, bring 'em in!

Let's go, boys! Come on, boys, let's go!

This is the story we needed to write

As we're kept out of sight, but no more

In a few hours, by dawn's early light

We'll be ready to fight us a war

This time, we're in it to stay

Talk about seizing the day

Write it in ink or in blood

It's the same either way

They're gonna damn well pay!

See old man Pulitzer snug in his bed

He don't care if we're dead or alive

Three satin pillows are under his head

While we's begging for bread to survive

Joe, you can stop counting sheep

We're gonna sing ya to sleep

You've got your thugs with their sticks and their slugs

Yeah! But we got a promise to keep!

Once and for all if they don't mind their manners

We'll bleed 'em

Bleed 'em

Once and for all we won't carry no banners

That don't spell

Freedom!

Finally, we's raising the stakes

This time, whatever it takes

This time, the union awaits

Once and for all!

-In the words of union leader, Jack Kelly... -

-'We will work with you, we will even work for you,

-'but we will be paid

-'and treated as valuable members of your organization. '-

Riveting stuff, huh?

Hey, get goin'. You got a very important man to see.

Well, keep your fingers crossed, okay?

For us, too.

This is for kids shining shoes on the street

With no shoes on their feet every day

This is for guys sweating blood in the shops

While their bosses and cops look away

I'm seeing kids standing tall

Glaring and raring to brawl

Armies of guys who are sick of the lies

Getting ready to rise to the call!

Once and for all there'll be blood on the wall

If they doubt us

They think they're running this town

But this town will shut down without us

Ten thousand kids in the square

Ten thousand kids in the square

Ten thousand fists in the air Ten thousand fists

Joe, you is gonna play fair

Once and for all!

Once and for all Once and for all

Once and for all Once and for all

Once and for all Once and for all

There's change coming once and for all

You're getting too old

Too weak to keep holding on

A new world is gunning for you

And, Joe, we is, too!

Till once and for all

You're gone!

Come on, boys!

Once and for all

Once and for all

Once and for all

Once and for all

I'm sorry, Mr. Pulitzer will have to call you back.

No, he's very busy. He'll have to call you back. I'm sorry.

He can't talk. He'll call you back.

Mr. Pulitzer's office. No, he can't take your call. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pulitzer's simply not available.

Well, I'm sorry! I am...

Silence those phones!

The entire city is...

Sorry.

The entire city is shut down.

No one is working anywhere, and everyone is blaming you!

They're all calling. The mayor, the publishers, the manufacturers.

And such language.

You can't just barge in here!

Mornin', gents!

You're behind this.

We had a deal.

And it came with a money-back guarantee.

Oh, and thank you for your lesson on the powers of the press.

Did you read this, boss?

These kids put out a pretty good paper.

Very convincing.

No doubt written by my daughter.

Oh, I would sign her before somebody else grabs her.

I demand to know who defied my ban on printing strike material.

Oh. No, we're your loyal employees.

Oh, we would never take our business elsewhere.

That old printing press in the cellar.

Oh...

I made you the offer of a lifetime.

Anyone who does not act in his own self-interest is a fool.

What's that make you?

This all began because you wanted to sell more papers.

But now your circulation is down 70-.

Why didn't you just come talk to us?

Oh, 'cause guys like Joe don't talk to nobodies like us.

But a very wise reporter told me,

-A real boss don't need all the answers.- Nah.

-Just the smarts enough to snatch up the right one when he hears it.-

Now is the time to seize the day

Stare down the odds and seize the day

Minute by minute, that's how you win it

We will find a way

But let us seize the day

Have a look out there, Mr. Pulitzer.

In case you ain't figured it out, we got you surrounded.

New York is closed for business.

Paralyzed.

You can't get a paper or a shoe shine.

You can't send a message,

ride an elevator or cross the Brooklyn Bridge.

Hell, you can't even get out of your own office.

So, what's your next move?

Mr. Pulitzer, the mayor is here along with your daughter.

And, oh, you won't believe who else.

Good morning, Mr. Pulitzer. I think you know the governor.

Governor Roosevelt?

Joseph, Joseph, Joseph. What have you done now?

I'm certain when you hear my explanation, you'll know exactly...

Oh, thanks to Miss Medda Larkin bringing your daughter to my office,

I already have a thorough grasp of the situation.

Graphic illustrations included.

-Bully- is the expression I usually employ to show approval.

But in your case, I simply mean...

Bully.

And is this the boy of whom you spoke?

How are you, son?

I'm told we once shared a carriage ride!

The pleasure is mine, Mr. Governor.

My, God...

Well, Joe, don't just stand there, letting those children sing...

Endlessly. Give 'em the good news.

What good news?

That you've come to your senses and rolled back prices.

Unless, of course, you want to invite a full state Senate investigation

into your employment practices.

You wouldn't dare.

After the pressure you wielded to keep me from office...

I'd do it with a smile.

Come along, Joseph, there's only one thing worse than a hard heart.

And that's a soft head.

And think of the happiness you'll bring those children.

He doesn't do happiness, does he?

Mr. Kelly...

If I may speak to you. Alone.

Don't worry. I'll get it.

-Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.-

You can do this.

I cannot put the price back where it was.

I'm sorry. I can't.

There are other considerations... Oh, I get it. I get it.

Joe, you need to save face in front of all these other folks.

I'm young. I ain't stupid.

Thank you for understanding... But I got constituents with a legitimate gripe!

What if I reduced the raise by half?

And get the others to do the same.

It's a compromise we can all live with!

But you eat our losses. Huh?

From now on, any pape we can't sell, you buy back. Full price!

That was never on the table!

What's to stop the newsies from taking hundreds of papers they cannot sell?

My cost would explode!

Oh, no newsie's gonna break his back hauling around papes he can't sell!

But if he can take a few extra with no risk,

oh, he might sell them and then your circulation will begin to grow!

-It's a compromise we can all live with!-

That's not a bad head you've got on your shoulders.

Deal?

That's disgusting.

Well, that's just the price of doing business.

And The World will know

We been keepin' score

Either they gives us our rights

Or we gives them a war

We've been down too long and we paid our dues

And the things we do today will be tomorrow's news

And the die is cast and the torch is passed

And the roar will rise From the streets below

And our ranks will grow and grow

And grow and grow and grow and grow and...

Newsies of New York City.

We won!

And now I would like to introduce my very own personal pal,

Governor Theodore Roosevelt himself!

Each generation must, at the height of its power,

step aside and invite the young to share the day.

You have laid claim to our world and I believe the future,

in your hands, will be bright and prosperous!

Your drawing, son, brought another matter to bear.

Officers! If you please.

Hey, Jack, look. It's Crutchie!

Hiya, fellas! You miss me?

Yeah!

Oh! And look what I got for youse, a gift. Straight from the Refuge.

All right, bring him in, fellas.

Oh, it's Snyder the Spider.

Oh, he ain't lookin' so tough no more.

Jack, with those drawings, you've made an eloquent argument

for shutting down the Refuge.

Be assured that Mr. Snyder's abuses will be fully investigated.

Officers, take him away!

Oh. Please, Your Highness, may I do the honors?

You have got to be joking.

Oh, yeah, and you'll be laughin'

all the way to the pen, little man.

So long, sucker!

Thank you, Governor.

I can't help thinking, if one of your drawings

convinced the governor to shut down the Refuge,

what might a daily political cartoon do to expose the dealings

in our own government's back rooms?

What do you say, Teddy?

Care to let this young man's artistry

shine a lantern behind your closed doors?

Don't sweat it, Gov.

I mean, with the strike settled,

I should be hittin' the road.

Don't you ever get tired of singing the same old tune?

What's Santa Fe got that New York ain't?

Tarantulas?

Better yet, what's New York got that Santa Fe ain't?

New York's got us, and we're family.

Did I not hear something about the strike being settled?

Papes for the newsies. Line up, boys.

These papes ain't gonna sell themselves.

Come along, Governor.

And show me that backseat I've been hearing so much about.

Well, don't just stand there. You've got a union to run.

Besides, didn't someone just offer you a pretty exciting job?

What? Me work for your father?

Well, you already work for my father.

Oh, yeah.

And you've got one more ace up your sleeve.

And what would that be?

Me.

Wherever you go, I'm there.

Right by your side.

For sure?

For sure.

It don't take much to be a dreamer

All you do is close your eyes

But some made-up world is all you ever see

Now my eyes is finally open

And my dreams, they's average size

But they don't much matter if you ain't with me

Guys!

Whoa!

Atta boy, Jack Kelly!

Well, Jack, are you in or you out?

Come on.

I mean, I've been busy, right?

Yeah!

We'll all be out there

Carryin' the banner man to man

We're always out there

Soakin' ev'ry sucker that we can

Here's the headline

-Newsies on a Mission!- Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!

We'll be out there carryin' the banner

See us out there carryin' the banner

Always out there carryin' the banner

Look at me I'm the King of New York

Suddenly I'm respectable

Staring right at'cha Lousy with stature

Glory be I'm the King of New York

Victory Front page story Guts and glory

I'm the King

Whoo!

Of New York!

Newsies of New York!

Let's go! Hey.