All language subtitles for The Last Photograph (2017)

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.