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The wounded that were taken to hospitals are listed here.

Go to each hospital and check the list of the wounded.

Pass that way.

Can I talk to you?

Yes.

I'd like to know about my son...

Ali Ousmane... Do you know him?

Ali Ousmane? There are many Ali here.

I'm looking for my son. I come from France.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

I'm looking for my son.

Do you know where he lives?

No. I've worked in France for a long time.

I did not know my son was here.

His mother is worried. She lives in Africa.

She has not heard from him since the attacks.

She keeps on crying.

I promised I'd find him...

- and bring him back. - Do you have a picture of him?

No. He was 6 when I left. I have not seen him since.

I don't know his face anymore.

He is a man now.

This is a big city.

There are million of people. Your son is probably safe and sound.

Don't worry, I'll talk to our community.

We'll find him Insha'Allah. We're here to help.

You can also look around the hospitals. They have a list of the wounded.

Here's a list of the hospitals.

Thank you.

Ousmane!

How are you?

I heard something about your son. He lives nearby.

- Good. - I can come with you.

Wait.

Come, it's over there.

This is Ali.

- Is Ali here? - No, I'm the new tenant.

- He left recently. - Do you know where he is now?

- No idea. - Listen, I'm at the mosque

- If you hear about Ali, tell me. - Okay.

Thank you, goodbye.

He left 2 weeks ago. Was his visa in order when he came here?

I don't know.

Don't worry. We'll keep on looking for him.

I'm worried about my son.

I don't know what he came looking for...

here, in England.

Who were his friends?

Was he angry?

Full of hate?

Was he doing politics?

We don't do politics. We pray God.

Come to the mosque on Friday, you'll see.

You are right.

Thanks for everything.

It's okay, you can speak French.

Where is the Shelton Hotel?

I'm coming.

Mrs. Sommers?

I am Ousmane.

Hello.

Have a seat.

Is this your daughter?

Yes, it's her.

Where did you get this picture?

Your daughter is taking arabic classes, along with my son.

This is Ali.

- I'm looking for him too. - Arabic?

- Why would she learn arabic? - Our children may know each other.

- Where was this picture taken? - At the mosque.

- Can I see it again? - Of course.

I only wanted to help.

Get in, Mr. Ousmane.

Have a seat.

What is your son doing in London?

I don't know.

Where does he live?

I don't know.

I'm looking for him.

Did he travel to other countries before?

I don't know.

Then, what do you know?

Tell me what you know.

He lives with his mother in Africa.

I have lived in France for 15 years.

I know nothing.

He was 6 when I left.

Are you a muslim?

Yes, we are muslims.

So am I.

You can speak French.

- Is this the man who contacted you? - Yes, it's him.

He is the father of the boy with your daughter on this picture.

Does your daughter live alone?

Yes, she does. Why?

- What are they doing? - Taking DNA samples.

This was mine.

I gave it to my son.

Let us know when you leave Great Britain.

I'd like you to leave too.

Now.

Excuse me.

Do you know him?

Yes, he lives here with the girl.

- It's my son Ali. - He buys meat from my shop.

I'm worried, I'm looking for him.

- Do you know who are his friends? - Listen, I mind my own business.

I don't know about the rest.

This is not my son.

My leg hurt.

- Let's have a seat. - Sure.

Here's a bench.

I want to apologize.

I thought your son manipulated my daughter.

I thought so too.

I was expecting the worst.

I thought my son was involved in the bombings.

I don't know my son.

He's like a stranger. I did not raise him.

Your hands are rugged.

These are the wounds of Nature.

I am a forest ranger.

I heal trees.

I protect them.

My hands are rugged too.

The farm... the soil...

the stones...

My daughter is ashamed of my hands.

She hates soil work.

I fight against elms' death.

But I can't do anything.

They disappear.

The last ones are in Guernsey, my island.

I can't stay much longer.

The hotel is too expensive.

But our children are alright.

Goodbye.

Your son lives here with my daughter.

You can sleep here. There's a couch.

I'll think about it...

Alright.

Thank you for letting me in.

Sure.

Have a seat.

- Would you like a drink? - Yes, I'd like some tea.

I'd like some tea too.

With some lemon, please.

And pipping hot.

My husband was in the Royal Navy.

I got married when I was very young.

He is a catholic. I am a protestant.

More or less.

He died in the war.

Jane never met her father.

I raised her alone.

Our lives aren't that different.

I don't smoke usually.

25 years without smoking.

But...

- Are you tired? - Yes, a little.

Me too.

- Is he sure? - Yes, he is!

He's going to the police.

They must have left the flat after 10:30...

The bombings took place at 9 am...

They're in France!

She is in France!

They will call!

Want some apple? It's good!

- Here. - Thank you.

It's my brother.

I'm going home.

I'm going back to work too.

Nature does not wait.

- Some more? - Yes, thank you.

Your hair is very long.

- Sorry? - Your hair is very long.

Ah, my hair.

You don't like it?

- Yes, I do. It's very pretty. - Or else, I can cut it.

Mr. Ousmane, are you sleeping?

No, I'm not sleeping. I'm thinking.

I'm happy our children are alive.

Will you go back to Africa?

As soon as I find Ali,

I'll bring him back home.

As promised.

Your family will be happy.

I think so.

I have been away for a long time.

How about you?

What will you do?

Tomorrow, I'll go back to Guernsey.

My poor brother is waiting for me.

My dog too.

And my donkeys.

It's the police.

I am very sorry.

Your children were in the bus that exploded at Tavistock Square.

- No, they are on holiday. - DNA confirmed it.

They left at about 8...

to get a credit card from the bank. Then, they took the bus.

- I want to see my daughter. - Sorry, it's impossible.

- Our psychologist will come. - Sorry.

Please...

Elisabeth...

Can I speak to Aja?

Aja.

It's me, Ousmane.

I'm in England.

In London.

Our son Ali left us.

He died in the attacks in London.

The bus he was in

exploded.

There will be no burial.

None.

No.

There's no body.

I'll call you later.

It was God's will.

He meant the world to me.

I think my son loved your daughter.

Maybe she loved him too.

Real happiness, is to love life.

That's one of our sayings.

We should not part on a bad note.

Will I die in a city or a forest?

Nobody knows how we'll end.

Have a good trip.

And thank you.

Thank you too.

What should we do with the elm?

- Cut it. - Are you coming with us?

No, do it alone.