The Bombing of Pan Am 103

["I Believe in Father Christmas" by Greg Lake playing]

Good evening, passengers. On behalf of Pan Am airlines,

we would like to apologize for the delay to Pan Am flight 103 to New York.

We will update you as soon as we have more information.

Hello.

- Are you all right, darling? - Yes.

- Are you hungry? - Anywhere to get a drink around here?

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

Thanks.

Rough week?

Fun week. Family wedding. Belfast.

Oof. They can drink over there.

They did drink over there.

Yeah, I think we're delayed. Sorry, darling.

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

Christmas in New York.

Ice-skating at the Rockefeller Center, walks in Central Park…

I can't wait to see you.

You too.

I love you.

I love you too.

I told you.

Come on. Go and get your dad.

- Thank you. -

Dad!

Dad! Tea!

Yes, I'm coming.

- Right, okay. Come on, then. Come on. -

- Please help me set the table. - Yeah.

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

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

Uh, excuse me!

Out of the kitchen, DS McCusker.

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

Who knows? He works in mysterious ways.

- But if you're good… - You still free tomorrow at least?

Ice-skating!

- Maybe. - Possibly.

Subject to a full review of the evidence. No bedtime mischief.

Yes!

Right, don't wait up, love.

Take a coat. It's Baltic out there.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

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

Thank you, Mr. Doyle. Have a restful flight.

Thanks. I like your hat.

- And has he got a passport? - I think so. He's from the Arctic.

Thank you.

Playing Santa back home, Mr. Ciulla?

New Jersey-style. I'm excited to see my wife and kids.

Hi.

Safe trip, Mr. Jaafar. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, madam.

- -

Still time, right? Still time?

No.

Sorry, sir.

["Somewhere In My Heart" by Aztec Camera playing]

Overflowing with festive joy in here, Ed.

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

Ten? My daughters say four.

Not the baby in a manger. The game. Could score some tickets.

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

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

Get a confession out of the lad in room four,

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

Someone's bound to pull a cracker tonight.

Oh, whatever you say, Santa.

I'm here to say, Harry Corbett, This is Your Life.

Sure Dave doesn't mind checking it over?

He said he's happy to help.

Could wait till morning.

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

It's gonna be a big surprise for her.

- Aye. - Aye.

You're a good lad.

Merry Christmas, Willie.

Merry Christmas, Moira.

Full of the joys of Christmas, PC Gibson?

Mrs. Shearer, what a pleasant surprise.

Any Christmas plans?

Your son flying in to surprise you?

Flights are dear.

I'll be with family, though.

Not drinking on duty, I trust?

Oh. No, no. Of course not.

- -

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

Still can't believe that I'm not chief superintendent.

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

I look him right in the eye and I say, "Where were you between four and six?"

- "Primary school," he says. -

- That's a… That's a true story. - DCS Orr. There's a phone call for you.

They said it's urgent.

Excuse me.

- Hello? - Sorry to disturb you, sir.

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

Mass fatalities, serious structural damage to buildings and vehicles.

No further details as yet.

I'm on my way.

- You sure they said explosion? - They said it. Not sure they meant it.

Lockerbie, where is that?

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

- The call was for all available. - That never happens. You sure?

It came direct from DCS Orr.

- I'll gather a team and follow. - Aye, okay.

Police! Back in your vehicles, now!

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

- Trying. - Do you know what's happened?

- All we hear is "fires." Want to follow? - Aye. Lead the way.

- -

DS McCusker. What's happened?

PC Gibson, sir.

Someone said passenger plane. I was told to search for survivors.

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

Whoa, whoa. Slow down.

C'mon, man. You can't do anything for him.

Water! The water main's burst!

Wait. Come here. I need you to assess these gentlemen here.

Here. Thank you.

CID. What's wrong?

Water main's burst. Impact by the plane.

Vehicle reserve's running dry too.

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

- Any survivors? - Not yet.

Be careful.

Are you local?

Lockerbie born and bred.

That's David Edwards' house.

Hey! Lad!

You can't be here!

- Gotta get you somewhere safe. Come on. - Can't leave! It's my home!

- Let's go. - It's my home!

Mum! Dad!

Come on!

It's okay. It's all right. Come on, let's go.

Watch yourself.

- -

Water on! Water on delivery!

Constable! What's your name, son?

Uh… uh… Steven Flannigan.

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

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

Come on, Steven. I'll take you.

Whoa! Guys, come on.

Look, I know there's a lot going on. Mark where bodies are found.

Do not move anything you do not need to move.

It's all evidence.

- - We did everything we could.

CID!

We got CID?

DCS Orr! Sir!

McCusker!

All right.

Priority is preserving the scene.

Leave that to the uniforms.

- You two local? - Yes.

We've had calls.

Passengers in Rosebank, golf course. You take Rosebank, you the golf course.

- On you go. - Right.

And I need you to go to the Banks Hill area, right?

There's been a call about a passenger at Minsca Farm.

All right? I take it there were no survivors.