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(WORKER) That's it, she's coming down!
That's it, keep her coming!
(UNINTELLIGIBLE CHATTER FROM WORKMEN)
Keep her coming! Hold her steady there, lads.
It's almost there, boys!
Don't panic now. Don't panic.
(UNINTELLIGIBLE CHATTER FROM WORKMEN)
It was a very severe storm by all accounts.
About as severe as one could encounter at sea.
So, yes, conditions were extreme but the damage was extensive.
Captain Smith reported buckling in this area here.
Luckily the ship wasn't in any immediate danger,
and is on her way back to New York.
This is obviously very disturbing.
I was always led to believe that any ship built in this yard
could resist any degree of bad weather.
I can tell you, we are most displeased.
As I say, conditions were extreme. You guaranteed the design!
Are you now telling me it was not sound?
Any negligence on the part of this yard,
resulting in any loss to our company--
No ship can be guaranteed in a severe storm.
You know that's an unreasonable demand. However, it is our duty
to build our ships to the highest possible standard.
Well, this time make sure you damn well do.
The publicity surrounding this latest case is appalling,
and I must insist you take every precaution to improve
your design so that there will be no repetition.
Guaranteed!
Muir, thank you for coming.
What is it?
You made your position very clear to me after the launch.
I take it you haven't yet sent your letter of resignation?
No, but I was about to shortly.
Well, I hope I may make a last minute plea for you to wait.
We have another problem and I'm going to need your expertise.
Andrews, I've made my decision. Just wait.
Hear me out.
Please?
So?
Olympic hit some tremendously bad weather last week.
Smith has cabled to say he never saw such seas.
The ship is in very bad shape.
Well...
limping into New York, in fact.
What's really disturbing
is that Smith reports serious damage to her hull.
No, that... that shouldn't happen. Not even in heavy seas.
I know.
The implications are almost too serious to contemplate.
But look, I'll put this plainly.
This is an emergency.
And I am pleading with you, frankly.
I'm gonna need your help. When you first came here, you said
no one knew more about stresses and metals than you did.
And that's transpired to be true.
And so I'm asking you to stay a bit longer.
Not for me, or Pirrie...
but for the ship.
And more importantly...
for those who will sail in her.
I was invited for tea with Sir Edward Carson himself.
Wonderful gentleman
who has only the interests of Ulster at heart.
Now I know him, Albert. He is indeed a fine man.
I thought you would.
Well, he has his teeth bared now, Sir Henry.
Let me tell you what he proposes.
Ah, hmm, the Covenant.
Oh, you know about it? Hmm.
And what a blow that would be for the government?
A document pledging our loyalty of this province
to the United Kingdom.
Making it known, beyond a doubt, that we will defend ourselves
as British men to the last.
I'm entirely behind the notion.
Sir Edward confided in me that I should help with the
organization of this event. A date will be set for a great
signing in City Hall. And Sir Edward himself will be the first to sign.
Well, that should be an inspiration.
I'm hoping for half a million signatures.
Can I ask you something, Sir Henry?
Of course.
If it came to the taking up of arms,
where would you stand?
Well, let's pray it does not come to that.
But if...
What man worthy of the name would not
fight for his family,
freedom,
and his heritage?
(DOOR IS UNLOCKED)
Having carefully considered the evidence,
the court has come to the unavoidable conclusion
that the defendant did wantingly and with malice aforethought
assault a constable of the Royal Irish Constabulary
whilst in the execution of his duties.
There can be no excuse for such wicked conduct
and the verdict of this court is that the defendant
is guilty as charged.
(CHATTER FROM CROWD) No!
Emily Hill...
you will go to prison for six months.
(COURT ROOM ERUPTS)
(JUDGE BANGS GAVEL REPEATEDLY)
And let this be a warning to any others
that might consider such a course of conduct.
Take her down.
(COMMOTION IN THE COURT ROOM)
(JUDGE BANGS HIS GAVEL)
(MUMBLES) Emily.
Ah, not bad. Not bad at all.
Aye, your work is careful.
Precise.
Thank you, Signor Pietro.
I think we will have many happy years working together.
Not as a master and apprentice,
but partners.
Oh...
we need to talk about that.
You've done so much for me.
Taking me into the heart of your family
and taught me all you know.
I wish things could be different.
(SOFTLY) Yeah.
There will be... other girls, Andrea.
A handsome boy like you! I didn't mean that. What?
Please let me speak.
Now that I've finished my apprenticeship,
I'm going to take my freedom.
What I mean is...
I'm not going to be your partner.
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
I'm sorry.
Sorry?
(SCOFFS)
Sorry?
(SCOFFS)
I have been teaching you all this time
and you have been planning to leave?
No, not all this time.
I won't permit you!
I won't release you! You have no choice.
I'm free to go now. Is this to do with Sofia?
What are you going to do?
I'm going to work with Giacomo in his father's shop.
(LAUGHS) Ah, you're going to be a shop assistant?!
It's temporary until I decide what I want to do. Idiot!
Please...
Alright, alright, get out. Just get out!!
Please, Signor Pietro! Useless. Get out!
AHHHH! (CRASHING NOISE) Signor Pietro?
(GROANS)
Signor Pietro!
(GROANS) Ahhh!
There must be something that we can do.
What does Mr. Gordon say?
There's nothing to say.
But he knows this is wrong.
It's not you, Emily.
It is what it is.
I should never have let those bastards get to me, but I did.
And now I just have to get on with it.
And when you come to visit me, Sophia,
I don't want tears, I don't want pitty,
I need your strength.
This is part of the bargain.
And look after my Ma.
Alright?
I will.
I promise you I will.
Six months is nothing.
I could do it standing on my head.
Hello, son. You remember Father Thomas?
Yes.
Well, I certainly remember you, Marcus.
There's no surprise there when I think of the rings you and
your friends used to run around me! I'll be on my way, Sean.
Good to see you again.
Thanks, Father.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
What was that about?
He was just fishing for souls.
Papa, Emily has been given six months in prison.
Papa, what happened?
I had an accident. How? Show me.
I was moving a piece of marble. I fell.
Couldn't Andrea have helped you?
Andrea's gone.
He's gone?
He quit.
(SIGHS)
Did you REALLY have an accident?
(SIGHS)
Papa, you're a fool. (GROANS)
No. No, please, please.
How bad is your arm?
It's broken in two places.
I can't work for months.
(SIGHS DEEPLY) Oh, what a mess.
For months?
Yes.
(SIGHS)
You must find someone else to help you.
It's not easy.
Andrea was a good worker. And a good boy.
(SIGHS)
I lost my temper and...
I'm sorry, Sofia.
We'll manage.
What about London?
Were you coming to see me for something special?
Sort of. What's on your mind?
I'm not gonna go. What?!
Decided to stay for a while.
What about Sofia and London?
You keep changing your mind like the wind.
I know. I know but there's a problem with the Olympic I have to solve.
Can't just walk away. You can if you want to.
Truth is, you're like your mother.
If she set her mind to something, it was done.
Nothing could knock her off her chosen task.
Well, this isn't really about determination.
I don't have much of a choice.
You're not letting them talk you into something
that's against your instincts?
I'm not.
I haven't helped you much since you've been here.
I haven't asked you to.
It's what a father should do, give his son a hand.
Perhaps I failed there.
Maybe your poor Ma would have been more use to you.
Let's not talk about this now.
I'm hungry. Let's go and get some food. Me too. I'm starvin'.
(UNINTELLIGIBLE CHATTER)
If you wanna keep this job...
you'd better put your back into it.
You see those boxes there?
I want you to move those into the far workshop.
I'll be back in an hour.
Mess up and you're out. Understand? Yes, Mr Hatton.
I've figured out how we can strengthen the hull.
I've examined the cross-section and there are obvious places
where, if we place steel, we could brace the hull
against the forces of heavy seas. Be like strapping the hull with metal.
This can be done easily if we rivet steel plates to the inside shell strakes.
We double the strengthening plates? Exactly - at the turn of the bilge.
That can be done quick and effectively.
Mr. Andrews. This is a patch-up.
Yes, but a good one.
I am desperately sorry, my Lady.
You do know what you're doing?
What turning down this opportunity means? I know.
I have gone to considerable length...
I feel a little embarrassed about writing to Sir Jeremy.
I doubt if he'll extend this offer again.
I know.
I'm just disappointed.
I am, too.
Of course you are.
Well...
it says something for your character
that you stay to help your father,
but if you can find any way to go.
I don't think it will be possible.
Well...
that is a great shame.
Gentlemen.
Do you have something for me to sign?
Thank you.
Six months? She did nothing.
I heard the court room exploded. No one could believe it.
Cowards.
Emily's strong.
She's stronger than them.
- She will survive. - I know, but that's not the point, is it?
How's my Mom taken all this?
Not so well.
Now that all three of us are gone, it must be hurting her, you know.
I will go and see her often.
Thank you.
You keep me going, you know that?
- I don't do very much. - You do.
You're always up here.
There's not much else up there, so there's plenty of room for you to go around.
How's your family bearing up?
Papa is a nightmare.
Hanging out around the house all day.
Take this.
- Where did you get that? - Better that you don't ask.
Connor.
Violetta, I'm taking care of the people I love.
And that's the most important thing in life, look after your own.
Alright?
Thank you.
Come on.
I'm sorry. It must've been terrible.
But what choice do I have, Mark?
She probably doesn't really understand.
And how long will your father be off work?
Months.
That's really bad luck.
No, it's more than that.
It's not fair.
After so many years of waiting,
I finally get a chance for, for something that's mine.
Just for me.
And...
(SIGHS)
I apologize. No.
Really, I apologize. No, no.
It's more than bad luck. It's, it's...
it's awful.
Well, at least we have more time together.
And who knows...
when the ship's finished,
your father's feeling better...
But... what about your daughter?
I think it's time I faced the facts.
My search has come to an impasse.
I'm sorry.
Really. Really I am.
So am I.
Can I ask you something? Hmm.
What about America?
What about it?
Could you do your work there?
Absolutely.
(CHUCKLES)
I was thinking...
we could go there.
It's new and...
it's the opposite of everything here.
[SOFTLY] I like that idea.
You think so?
Mmm-hmm.
(CHUCKLES)
People can do what they want.
You could be an illustrator.
(CHUCKLES) And designer.
(CHUCKLES)
Whatever you want.
I truly believe that.
Really?
When I'm with you, I really feel that I can do anything I want.
(SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)
So how do you like being a grocer?
Stinks, yeah? Pretty much.
You know, I wanna get out of here. Why?
I thought you were having such a good time with those Irish girls?
Well, now I'm bored.
I wanna go to America.
I hear a guy can do good business there.
And the girls are better looking! (LAUGHS)
How are you gonna get there?
There are ways.
I have connections in the shipping business.
Really? Who? You'll see. I'm doing it.
We should both do it.
Yeah.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
Thank you.
Meat? Yes. Be careful. It's hot.
What meat?
It's mutton.
How did we afford this?
Do you know anything about this?
Violetta, I ask you a question.
No, Papa. "No, Papa"?
A friend of mine lent me the money.
I won't eat this!
I just want you to get better. Ah!
Ah, for God's sake, Papa, be sensible.
We have to get by in any way we can.
Just eat. Please.
Yeah, I've been thinking.
- There's someone I'd like you to meet. - Alright.
You know my...
girl...
- Sophia? - Mm.
That would be lovely.
What father wouldn't want to meet his son's intendant?
We're not quite there yet, but...
It's time you two met.
(CHURCH BELL RINGS)
(CHURCH DOOR CLOSES)
Marcus!
My goodness. It's been a long time since we saw you in here.
(SOFTLY) Yes.
So what is it I can do for you?
Er... it might sound a bit silly, but...
my father, is he ill?
The thought just occurred to me and...
Let's take a seat.
He's not ill.
But he is in pain.
He suffers from a great burden of guilt...
and he's looking for forgiveness.
How much has he told you?
Pretty much everything.
Right, well, then you know he has a reason to feel guilty.
He's done a terrible thing.
He has, and he knows it.
But, Marcus... it was done with good intentions.
He lied to me. If he had told me the truth,
my whole life would be different.
Not just mine. What about my daughter?
Hmmm.
Forgive me, but I have to ask YOU something.
Is there perhaps a part of you
that is not altogether sorry for what he did?
And maybe if you look into that part of you,
you might find something else in there.
Anger with yourself.
It's perfectly alright.
It's just means you're human and you've got a conscience.
You're looking hard for your daughter?
Yes.
(SIGHS) But I'm not getting very far.
Well, maybe I can help.
Being on the inside of the Church is different from being on the outside.
How's that?
Oh, there are parish records that I can look into.
Just let me see what I can do.
Thank you.
What are you reading?
Um, Huckleberry Finn.
It's research about America.
I don't know how much that'll tell you about the America we'll be visiting.
It gives a feel.
It's a good book.
I've never read it.
What's wrong?
Family, work...
Nevermind.
So tell me about Huckleberry Finn.
Speak out against tyranny and blackmail.
I urge you to sign the Covenant.
Let the government in London know,
let even the King know that true Ulstermen
will never cede one inch of what is truly theirs.
Let them know that, if provoked,
they will defend their homes,
their hearts, their heritage!
That is what your signature on this Covenant will mean.
The Covenant will preserve the freedom of Ulster
against the FOLLY of Home Rule!
(RAPTUROUS CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Thank you! Thank you!
I just think it would be a good idea to close
the shipyard on the day the Covenant is signed.
It may be that hundreds of thousands will sign.
Your workers will want to be among them
and if this is disallowed-- This is absurd! I can't close the yard!
You know the exactitude of the schedule we work to.
I can't lose a single day!
I think you are unwise.
You will provoke the more militant elements. I provoke no-one.
They may be called out! How do you know this?!
Word is about.
I have my sources.
Ahhhh, Henry.
We are down to this, William.
As you said, the battle lines are drawn.
I'm just suggesting we do not heighten tensions.
Any man that goes out on that day
shall lose a day's pay.
You may find it means little to them.
When a man's heart is inflamed--
Why don't you hold the signing of this document at a weekend?
And impose on our people's day of rest?
Henry... Seriously, William! You--
(SIGHS) You underestimate the will of those who would
preserve our Union with the Kingdom and wish to see it stays united.
(FIRMLY) I shall NOT close the yard.
(SIGHS)
Very well.
Let us hope there are no unpleasant consequences.
I can't guarantee it, you see.
Are you threatening me?
(SCOFFS) I know better than that.
(SIGHS) You cling very firmly to your own principles, William.
Other men will do the same.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(FOREMAN) Can you move that lot up there?
Chorley. I'm going to have a look, right?
Yes, sir, yeah. Thank you.
No problem, sir.
Excuse me?
Do you mind if I have a look?
(HAMMERING AND POUNDING CONTINUES)
Excuse me! Who's in charge here?!
I am. What of it?
This work needs to be redone.
Oh yeah? Who says so?
I do.
Do you? Yes.
Well, I think the work is just fine.
The safety of the ship will be compromised if the work is not done properly.
Ah, you're breaking my heart.
Do it again.
Don't order me about. (FIRMLY) Do it... again!
Aye, get lost!
Excuse me! GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF ME!
(THUD)
(SHOUTS) What's are you doing, Sutherland? That's enough!
I'll see you finished for this.
Get off this yard.
(SHOUTS) GET OFF THIS YARD! (SHOUTS) AYE!!
I'm sorry, Doctor Muir.
Ah, you're working late. As usual. [LAUGHS]
Mark?
What is it?
I'm not sure if I AM working.
Wasting my time.
(SIGHS)
When I was at school,
I had a chemistry master, Colin Westley.
He seemed to be a hundred years old!
Though I realize that he was probably then about
the same age as I am now.
He used to say that every experiment,
successful or failed,
every centimeter,
every degree of heat, it adds up.
You can't measure time in a laboratory,
but the mere act of experimentation is of value.
If not for its results,
then for the purity of the effort.
But the lab... is pure.
The results are clear.
The sheer perfection of mathematics and calculation, but then...
Then you have to take it into the practical world.
No, the IMPRACTICAL world
where nothing makes sense.
I mean, we are building the greatest ship in the world.
You'd expect the men to be passionate. Driven.
Mark, imagine if every one of those working men
had their own vision of this ship, their own dream,
their own plan for its design?
It would be chaos.
Exactly.
It's far better to have an imperfect execution
of a single perfect plan
than a precise execution of a hundred conflicting designs.
Hmm?
(PATS HIM ON THE BACK) Get some rest.
(UNINTELLIGIBLE CHATTER FROM WORKMEN OUTSIDE)
Be careful there, lads!
That looks dangerous!
Careful!
Watch out! She's gonna slide!
(LOUD CRASH)
That could've killed someone!
What is this?! Who's running that crane?
(WORKMAN) Is anybody hurt?! Everybody alright?!
Who the hell rigged that? Who was on that crane?
That should do.
Bring it up.
That's good.
We should step back.
Everybody back. Go on. Back it up, go on. You're alright.
Right, let it drop.
(WORKMEN) Whoa!
So?
We should go speak to Pirrie.
ANOTHER problem with our steel, Doctor Muir?
Unfortunately there is, sir.
I thought we'd ironed all that out.
So did I, but Andrews and I have discovered through our latest
set of experiments that steel, not just our steel,
but steel in general, has a natural deficiency
which we don't believe anyone else has identified before.
Well, do, do, do get to the point.
The properties of steel change at sub-zero temperatures.
In what regard?
Ah, it becomes much more brittle and therefore much weaker.
And is there anything we do about it?
Unfortunately, no, sir. The science just isn't there yet.
Your thoughts, Thomas?
It is the best steel there is, for the present.
And it's a good thing that we've done the double strapping,
especially in freezing seas.
Yeah, I see, but what you are fundamentally telling me
is that the steel is weak in cold waters.
Such as the North Atlantic?
Yes.
- Well shouldn't we alert the industry? - Yes.
But I assure you, My Lord, we are using the best steel available.
(WORKMAN) Easy does it!
Good man!
Ready, gentlemen? (CLICK OF CAMERA SHUTTER)
- Sophia, this is my father, Sean Malone. - Miss Silvestri, it's a pleasure to meet you.
It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Malone.
Mark talked a lot about you.
- Mark? - Oh, Marcus. Marcus.
Mark, Marcus, what's in a name?
It's feelings that count.
- I agree. - So here we are.
Meeting each other at last.
Well, it was a pleasure waiting for, son.
My goodness, but you got yourself a right beauty here.
I am seriously worried about absence or even sabotage.
It is not blackmail. It's how it is.
I'm surprised to hear you talk like this, Thomas.
Or is it a reflection of your sympathies?
You know that's not true.
I am just concerned about the yard.
Is it really worth this stand?
My mind is very firm in this matter.
Imagine, then, it was the other way round.
That this was a Covenant in favor of Home Rule?
Would you allow it then?
This is what I was worried about, sir.
The conflation of politics and business.
This is the result.
I stand by my beliefs.
And outside this office you may.
But in your position you may NOT!
You must be even.
You must be realistic.
You cannot impose these views on a people who do not want to hear them!
This yard is not yours to break, sir.
These people's minds are not yours to control.
You cannot.
WE cannot.
Whatever we feel...
..their minds are firm.
Be gracious, sir.
For the sake of the yard.
And the ship we build.
We are building a ship.
Not a perfect world.
Very well.
Give the instruction.
Thank you.
We have no choice.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Feast your eyes, lads.
Being convinced in our consciences that Home Rule would be disastrous
to the material well-being of Ulster
as well as the whole of Ireland,
subversive of our civil and religious freedom...
..destructive of our citizenship...
..and perilous to the unity of the Empire,
we whose names are underwritten do hereby pledge
ourselves in solemn Covenant to stand by one another
in defending for ourselves and our children...
..our cherished position of equal citizenship in the United Kingdom.
And in using all means which may be found necessary
to defeat the present conspiracy to set up a Home Rule Parliament
in Ireland.
And in the event of such a Parliament being forced upon us,
we pledge ourselves to refuse to recognize its authority.
In sure confidence that God will defend the right...
..we hereto subscribe our names.
Three cheers for Sir Edward Carson and the freedom of Ulster.
Hip, hip! (IN UNISON) Hooray!
Hip hip! (IN UNISON) Hooray!
(GROANS) Sofia!!
Sofia, quick!!
(GROANS) Violetta!
Help me!
It's alright. I think it's coming. I think it's coming!
(GROANS)
Push! Violetta, push!
Push, Violetta, push!
Push, Violetta!
(GROANING)You're doing well! You're doing well!
Please make it stop!! AHH! It's alright! It's alright!
Good morning. I'd run if I were you. Quickly. Quickly.
Aye, this is the last delivery. Leave the box!
Move! GO!!
Drop the gun!
(GROANS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Drop or I'll shoot!
Bastard you! Come back here!
It's alright. It's alright, Violetta! It's alright!
(PUSHES AND GROANS)
Push! Now!!
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
(SHOUTS) You! You! (GUNFIRE)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING) Come back here!
You Fenian bastard ya!
(BABY CRIES)
(CRIES)
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