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All I ever get are
stolen moments.

I've never spent more
than one hour with him.

What do you think
he wants from you?

Nothing.

Of course he does.

I don't understand
what you mean.

Sofia, you weren't
born yesterday.

Maybe he likes me.
Have you thought of that?

Wait!

When was the last
time you saw him?

Where does he go when he
isn't with you? Is he married?

Have you asked yourself
any of these questions?

No.

Well, maybe you should.

Have you seen Conor?

No. Why?

I know where he'll be.

What is it?

What's happened?

I just left some money
on the dresser for food.

God knows it wasn't
much. It was only sixpence.

And you think Conor took it?

I don't know.

It was there. He went
out and it was gone.

He can't have.

He knows all we have are
mine and Michael's wages.

You!

You have some explaining to do.

What's the matter with you?

Not here. Not in
front of Violetta.

You can say it here. I
have nothing to hide.

Fine!

You're a thief.

You stole money
from your own mother

and you're spending it on drink.

I didn't steal
it, I borrowed it.

In the meantime, your
family go hungry, is that it?

Sorry about this.

Don't apologize to her,
apologize to me. I'm paying it back.

It's a misunderstanding,
Violetta. He's...

What are you
paying it back with?

You got no job 'cause
you messed that up as well.

Home, now! Hey!

Mother's in tears.

Come on! CONOR: Hey!

What's the matter with you?

Don't you dare do that
to me in front of her!

What?

You're frightened she'll see
you for what you really are?

She's a decent girl from a decent
family. Why can't you leave her alone?

Don't you dare call
me a thief again.

Especially not in front of her.

There's only one
McCann she's interested in

and it isn't you.

Home time.

I have to go now.

All right.

One more kiss?

Bye.

Good night. Good night.

What are yous following me for?

We like to know who
we're dealing with.

We're interested
in men like you.

Are yous now? What have
I done that's so special?

We've heard you talk.

We know what
interests you politically.

We also know you were
kicked out of the British Army

for hitting your
commanding officer.

I'm not proud of that.

And we know you're out of work.

Who are yous?

Can you keep your mouth shut?

And what kind of
an answer is that?

It's a very serious question.

Because if the answer is no,

then we're speaking
to the wrong man.

I can keep my mouth shut.

What do you know
about the Fenians?

A Republican Brotherhood that
believes in nationalism for Ireland.

Do you believe in the cause?

I believe in a free Ireland.
It shouldn't belong to Britain.

Would you pick up
arms? Against the Brits?

It's possible, yes.

We're only looking for men who are
serious and committed to the cause.

Well, I think yous
have found one.

We'll be in touch.

You'll need to
meet the leadership.

Remember what I said.
Keep your mouth shut.

You all right?

Yes.

You sure?

Yes. Just me. Sorry.

I'll see you soon.

On my last count, we
didn't hit 200 yesterday.

If you're hitting anything
under three, you'll feel the pinch.

Right, boys. I've got a
new man for your squad.

This is Neil Sutherland.
He's a skilled riveter.

You won't find me lacking,
boys. I'm a hard worker.

Michael McCann. Bill Armstrong.

McCann?

Another one from the
wrong side of Belfast.

Beggars can't be choosers.

I've got plenty more
who want this job.

Right. Good luck.

Outside of this yard,
I don't know you.

That clear?

Gentlemen, we have a larger
problem than we thought.

I've written a report
outlining my areas of concern.

When you say larger
problem, Dr. Muir,

what exactly do you mean?

It's in the way the
ships are being built.

Now we can't do anything
about the Olympic,

but unless we make some changes,

this could have serious
consequences for Titanic.

How serious?

We found cracks in the
steel plates of the Olympic.

Cracks in the plates
are understandable.

It had been hit by another ship.

But these cracks were found
nowhere near the impact area.

Now, small cracks, so
small that you can't see them,

are caused when you cold punch
the rivet holes in the steel plates.

Now, as you know, the
shockwave of the collision is sent

right the way down
the length of the ship,

with each weak
point getting weaker

and each crack
getting wider as a result.

And the collision
between the HMS Hawke

and the Olympic took
place at low speed.

Imagine the consequences
had they been in open seas

at normal cruising speeds.

With the existing
cracks in the steel plates,

even a single violent
blow at 21 knots

could have severe repercussions
well beyond the impact area.

You bring up truly valid issues,

some of which I have
raised with the board.

Yes, and yet nothing
has happened.

As I've told you,

it's the tale between the
Engineer and the Accountant.

Yes, but my findings
on the Olympic

tell you the
accountants are wrong.

So what do you suggest we do?

Heat the steel plates before
you punch the rivet holes.

It prevents the cracks forming,

just as the Admiralty insists
happens on all Navy ships.

We'd have to take the whole
ship apart and put it back together.

The Hawke only lost her prow.

Had no other significant damage.

That should tell you something.

Well, do you have
a second option?

50 years ago,

our friend Brunel built
ships with two hulls.

A second hull within the first

with watertight compartments
in between the two.

We don't build double
hull ships anymore

because we don't need to.

You know as well as I do,
it simply costs too much.

Yes, and Brunel's Great Eastern

was torn apart when it
hit rocks and it did not sink,

avoiding a financial
and maritime disaster.

How much is the delay to the
Olympic costing White Star?

250,000 pounds.

250? That's more than I thought.

I estimated 200,000 pounds.

Now the cost of a double
hull is 375,000 pounds.

And God knows
what it might save.

Perhaps the entire ship.

We live in a commercial
world, Dr. Muir.

Cunard doesn't build
ships with a double hull.

Yes, but Cunard
heat the steel plates

before they punch
the rivet holes.

You do not.

As I understand
it, they only do so

in order to obtain a grant
from the British government

by adhering to
Admiralty regulations.

White Star is an American
company. It doesn't have that luxury.

This isn't about luxury. This
is about sound engineering.

Andrews, you know about this
ship. Explain it to him. Lord...

Thank you, Dr. Muir.

We need time to consider
and digest your report.

You leave it with us and if we
need anything clarified, we'll ask.

No, no, leave it. I
want to consider it all.

Thank you.

Michael McCann.

Bill Armstrong.

Neil Sutherland.

How are we supposed
to survive on this?

Derek Crozier.

Is he right?

A double hull would be safer.

But a ship hasn't been
double-hulled in the last 50 years.

And the rivets?

To use the steel ones
in the bow section,

we'd need to get the furnaces
closer to where they're working

to keep them hot enough.
That's if we can find them.

We've had a hard enough
time trying to find suppliers

for the steel rivets we've got.

Plus the fact Morgan and
Ismay will refuse to pay.

Yes...

But perhaps it's something
we should invest in?

The board will
fight you all the way.

You are prepared for that?

We have to do something.

What?

Go on the streets and
have the Army on us?

If that's what it takes.
We can't go on like this.

I'm not even paying
the rent with this.

Why should we suffer because
they've got a ship to repair?

Unskilled men are a liability.

Aye, they're also cheap.

They make us even cheaper.

But they need us.

Right now, with two ships
in, we are very valuable.

Think how far behind schedule they'd
be if we decided we'd had enough.

We'd just get the sack.

All of us?

And bring in even
more unskilled men?

This is their pride
and joy out there.

We have the power to
make them do what we want.

But we have to act now.

All those in favor,
raise your hands.

All those against?

In which case, we
withdraw our labor

until our demands for
fair pay have been met.

Riveters of Harland & Wolff,

we're now on strike.

They want an increase
in the amount per rivet.

The average riveter is earning
about 36 schillings a week.

Since we've brought the unskilled
men in to work alongside them,

it's almost halved.

So our bringing in more men to
repair Olympic has meant they suffer?

Yes, it seems so.

We have been here before!
You cannot give into blackmail!

This is not blackmail!

It's an industrial dispute.

It's tantamount to blackmail.
You should sack them all.

And what good will that do?

All the skilled men will be outside
the gates and all the unskilled inside.

We are building the
biggest ship in the world.

Which is why we need them!

Our manpower is stretched
enough with Olympic needing repairs.

Each day we fall behind schedule

costs us more than
paying them their dues.

Sacking them? It's
a false economy.

You don't spoil the
ship for a ha'p'orth of tar.

If you give into their demands,

you'll be sending a signal
to every worker in this yard,

in this city, that
to strike is right!

Has it ever occurred to you they
may have a genuine grievance?

Are you out of
your mind, William?

We've brought in labor that
effectively means they earn less money.

We set the terms and conditions.

They agreed to them.

They have no choice!

If you pay the
riveter by the day,

then they have a
reason to be slack.

Being paid by the rivet gives them
an incentive to get the job done.

You have a responsibility
to your shareholders.

And I am well aware of that!

I am equally aware
of my responsibility

to the workforce
and their families.

I will strike a
balance if I can.

I believe in profit and
protection of the workforce.

Not one before the other.

Well, nevertheless,

I move that this board vote,
no negotiation shall take place.

I'm off to work,
Papa. See you tonight.

I hate what she
does. I really do.

At least both of
yours are working.

You don't have one on strike and
the other sitting at home doing nothing.

And eating you out
of house and home.

I'd almost prefer she didn't
work than work in a pub.

Times are changing, Pietro.

You've two fine, strong
young women there.

You should be very proud.

I don't know.

I sometimes dream Marianna is
looking down on me thinking I have failed.

No.

You've done a wonderful job.

All on your own.

I don't know a man who
could've done any better.

Andrea is a good
man with a good trade.

But Sofia, she want to be happy.

Everybody wants. No
one is prepared to give.

You spend too much
time on your own, Pietro.

We have lives to live too.

Besides,

maybe wanting to be
happy is not such a bad thing.

Life can be difficult.

At least happiness doesn't
have to cost anything.

If they were serious
about negotiating,

they would've made
contact with us already.

Our demands were
clear and simple.

Why should we be penalized because
the men they insist we work with

can't do the job
the way they want?

I know this is hard.

And I know you're coming
under pressure from your families

to return to work,

but if we stand together on this,
they will bow to our demands.

And we'll settle
for nothing less.

Walter would be so proud of you.

Thanks, love. Thank you.

Bye, now. Bye.

I might not be around as much.

Is there something wrong?

No, no.

No. Just might have to go away.

For how long?

For a while.

But you got a job?

No. Yes, kind of. Down South.

I just have to see if I'm
up to it and if they want me.

What is it?

I hate secrets.

It's...

Why is it you have
to know everything?

Look, all you have
to know is that,

you're my girl.

All right?

Ah, Muir. We need to
find a solution to this strike.

I believe you're just the
man who can help me do it.

Me?

I find myself between
a rock and a hard place.

In the normal course of events,

I would personally open
talks with the riveters.

But the board is adamant
I can do no such thing.

But your history gives you a
link to the men behind the strike.

Yes, but nobody
knows about my history.

I thought we were gonna
keep that confidential.

Absolutely agreed.

But others have
noticed your sympathies.

I want to see if you can open up
a channel through which I can talk.

Will I have to betray
anyone's trust?

No. I give you my word, I will
be as frank and open as I can be.

But the bottom line is I need
you to talk to Michael McCann.

Mr. Silvestri, my lady.

Ahh.

Pietro. Do come in.

Come in. Thank you, my lady.

What can I do for you?

I wonder if I might beg a favor.

My daughter, Violetta.

What about her?

Well, she was working at your
husband's electrical company.

She was dismissed.

I ask as your humble servant

that you may use
your influence to...

What were the grounds
for her dismissal?

She very foolishly went
on the Larkin march.

Well.

Can she not get some
other sort of work?

She has got work.

In a public house.

It would almost be
better to be destitute

or a lady of the night!

Besides, my husband
has very strong views

on those who
withdraw their labor

and rabble rouse
with the unions.

And I'm afraid I agree with him.

She was under a bad
influence. She's so young.

But my husband's
company has rules.

Rules that have to be obeyed.

I know, my lady. I agree.

Allow me to offer you
a word of advice, Pietro.

In this country, those who know
their station and who obey the rules

are those most
likely to prosper.

Your daughter has now
learned this the hard way

and I am very sorry for what
has happened, but I do think it fair.

She deserved her punishment.

Maybe she did.

Thank you.

I must tell you, my lady,

a lot of people in
this city are angry.

What is that supposed to mean?

Not all rules are fair.

Those that are not,
are not worth following.

Good day, Lady Carlton.

Come away with me.

I'd love to. Mm-hmm?

Where would we go?

Anywhere.

Anywhere sounds good. When?

That's the problem.

Well, some day it
won't be a problem.

We can just go. You
and me. Anywhere.

All right?

Yeah.

Can I ask you a favor?

Sure. Anything.

Could you get a message
to Michael McCann for me?

Lord Pirrie wants to speak to
him about resolving the strike.

Why me?

Well, because you know him, and

Lord Pirrie needs to
speak to him privately

without his board finding out.

Were you just buttering me up?

No! No.

Promise, I wasn't. This
is totally separate. Okay?

I will.

Thank you.

Let's walk.

What's wrong?

I have one cup of oats, two
grown men and you to feed.

They wait while we starve.

This is where the fight is.

Tomorrow there'll
be no food at all.

Can this strike really be won?

I believe it can.

And Michael does too.

He was always
a fighter, Michael.

Even when he was a baby.

We nearly lost him, you know.

When he was six months old,

the doctors said
he'd surely die.

I just held on to him.

Your dad and I, just praying
to God not to take him.

Then he just stopped crying.

And he looked up at me

with his big blue eyes, shining.

He was a miracle for sure.

Now look at him.

Leading a strike.
Big and strong.

And we all starving.

Feed Michael first.

I'll go to Sofia's, get
us something to eat.

Conor'll look after himself.

They'll not break Michael.

He'll win.

Suigh sos.

You come highly recommended.

Do I?

We only want people who are
committed to the cause of independence

and who aren't afraid
of the consequences.

Well, I can handle myself.

Is that why you joined
the British Army?

I joined the Army
to get out of a place

where I'm treated like a second
class citizen in my own country,

where I'm persecuted
for my beliefs,

where the man working next
to me is paid more than me

because I'm from a
different part of town

and I've got a
different surname.

That's why I joined the Army.

How did you find prison?

It was worth it to watch a British
sergeant's blood spill on my boot.

Can you use a gun?

Fire it, dismantle it, clean
it, reassemble it. Yes.

Could you kill a man?

It's what I was trained to do.

We need to raise money.

We negotiated the
purchase of a cache of arms

from a contact in Germany.

Well?

I'm in.

Take the Bible and the
gun in your left hand.

Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I warned you.

I said he wanted something off
you, didn't I? I said it and this is it.

So, you and Dr. Muir?

It's not what you think.

It's exactly what you think.

Emily.

So what's this message then?

Lord Pirrie wants to meet you.

Privately. Without
anyone knowing.

It's a trap.

He wants to promise
you something in private

and then deny it in public.

Why don't you trust
anyone anymore?

How can you even ask me that?

My husband died because he
believed and trusted too much

and they betrayed
him and shot him.

My trust died with Walter.

All right.

I'll meet him.

When and where?

Coat, sir. Thank you.

Okay. Thank you.

Evening.

There's Mark. Let's
say hello. Excuse me.

Dr. Muir.

Kitty.

We've come to rescue
you. You look lost.

I don't need any
rescuing, thank you.

And congratulations.

To both of you.

Thank you, Muir.

Have you been introduced
to Ashley's cousin?

I hear she's very good at sport.

No, thank you. I'm
quite all right on my own.

Ashley. Yes?

Come here.

Excuse me.

You look very happy.

Well, it's a lie.

I told you, this is all part of a
grand business arrangement.

As an only female child,

Daddy needs someone
to pass his money onto.

It is a nice ring, though.

You will keep in
contact, won't you?

No.

But thank you for the offer.

Who is she?

Does it have to
be somebody else?

I can't imagine
you're unattached.

My darling Kitty. Can
I whisk you away?

You may whisk me
anywhere, God-papa,

with the exception of
Aunt Edith's company.

Will you excuse us? Yes.

We've made contact.

Well done, Muir.

You will have
Lord Pirrie's thanks.

It's not his thanks I'm
looking for. It's an answer.

So are we going to
double-hull Titanic?

Perhaps when the riveters get
back to work, he'll have more time...

When the riveters are back, an
answer will be even more important.

Muir,

you continue to
forget, I'm on your side.

But we must give it time.

How long? I don't know.

Come on. Let's get you a drink.

This way.

Hello.

It's all here.

Let's see them.

Mauser rifles.

The German Army doesn't
know they're missing.

No offense.

They're genuine.

I know.

I'm just showing you what'll
happen if you try and cheat us.

They're good.

Right, let's agree a price.

Thank you for coming.

No disrespect,

but I was expecting the
organ grinder, not the monkey.

He's on his way.

I'm just here to
ensure fair play.

On both sides.

So,

you and Miss Silvestri
know each other?

That's correct.

You do right by her.

You have my word.

But like this
meeting, for her sake,

you'll keep what
you know private.

Mr. McCann.

Thank you for meeting
me. I'll make this quick.

I fear that, to
end this dispute,

we both need to claim victory.

I believe we do.

But you know our demands.

And I think, deep down,
you know that they are fair.

I wouldn't dispute that,
but I have a shipyard to run

with ships to build
and ships to repair

and to that end, I need
something from you.

So I will guarantee your demands

if, in return, you
will guarantee

that the riveters will
train the unskilled men

so that we can make
up the backlog of work

and deliver these ships
to White Star on time.

And on budget.

You let me worry
about the budget.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You gave in?

On the contrary,

I've gained an agreement that
enables us to deliver on time.

The board won't
sanction the extra money.

They won't have to.
We're saving money

by controlling the stock and raw
materials we're ordering in advance.

It's called prudent
housekeeping.

Others might call
it a step too far.

Lord Pirrie sends
his personal thanks.

To me?

You are Miss
Silvestri, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Then I have the right person.

My father is going to Derry
this weekend. To a job.

We can go away.

If you still want to.

Darling, I really don't
care about politics.

It's quite the most tedious thing
in the world, apart from religion.

I do hope you're not
going to be like Father

and become
obsessed by them both.

What I need is a drink, Ashley.

Sir Henry.

Ashley.

The coal miners in
Wales have gone on strike.

Where will this all end?

I hear they're
sending in the Army.

Quite right.

By the way,

I did some digging
about our friend Dr. Muir.

And what did you discover?

Very interesting.

I don't know if the whole
thing is completely bogus,

but there's something
not right about him.

Bogus?

No, it can't be that.

One doesn't become as
knowledgeable in his field

by making the whole thing up.

I'm not following you, Ashley.

Well, it turns out that
Imperial College, London,

has never issued a doctorate
to anyone called Mark Muir.

I think I shall
have to emigrate.

The rain ruins every
pair of shoes I own.

Where's my drink, Ashley?

Do they want to see me about
my proposal for the double hull?

No, I was just asked
to return these to you.

Any other message?

No. Should there be?

Going away, are we, Dr. Muir?

Dr. Muir, Lord Pirrie
wants to see you.

When?

Now.

Well, Muir, I've given some
thought to your proposal

and I agree with a
double hull for Titanic.

However, it involves
such an increase in costs

that I can't make a
unilateral decision.

I need the approval of
the Board of Governors.

So I'm going to put it to
them at our next meeting.

That's excellent news, sir.

Now we must examine
everything in detail.

Do you have the time?

Of course.

Good.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

We can still make
the train. All right?

Okay. Let's go.

If you could do
anything in the world,

what would you do?

I'd design.

Design?

Design what?

Things. Beautiful things.

Functional but beautiful too.

What? Nothing.

What's wrong with that?

Only you could think
of something like that.

What do you dream of?

Nothing.

That's not true.

It's true.

No, you're always
dreaming at work.

I dream of perfection.

I've never seen
it until I met you.

I'm not perfect.

Good of you to come, Albert.

A pleasure, Sir Henry.
You know my son, Eddy?

Lord Carlton.

My future son-in-law
Ashley Stokes.

Well, please, sit.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, gentlemen, the
government is in trouble

and undoubtedly will
seek a further mandate.

So, I would like you to
consider standing for Parliament.

Me, Sir Henry?

Well, I don't need to
tell you how important

this coming general election is

for those of us on
this side of the water.

There are some
hidden agendas at work.

There is no doubt about that.

Indeed. The Conservative and
Unionist Party need a strong candidate.

Someone with forthright views who
speaks the language of our people.

And we think that person is you.

Well, I'm flattered, of course.

Unless we stick
up for ourselves,

we are in danger of
being cut adrift by London.

And if the Liberals get
in, so does Home Rule.

Exactly. The unrest in the
workforce is being manipulated.

If we Protestants
are not careful,

we'll find ourselves
as a minority.

But be under no illusion, this
election will be a very hard fight.

But aren't all
elections, Sir Henry?

Perhaps. But this
time they have support

from some very powerful people.

But we, and Belfast, need you.

I would be deeply honored.

Thank you.

Mother will be very excited.

Really? And how is your mother?

A little flat since
Dr. Muir left us.

Did you say, Muir?

Papa, do you have... Oh.

Did you say Muir? The
scientist at the shipyard?

Has he been lodging with you?

Not any longer. He
moved out a while ago.

So you do know him quite well?

What do you want, Kitty?

Nothing. It's all right.

He kept himself to himself.

Him and Mrs. Hatton
used to sit and talk.

He had some rather
peculiar views in my opinion.

In what way?

Politically.

Too sympathetic with
the strikers and workers.

Catholic sympathies.

Eddy knows more about him.

Well, Eddy?

Turns out Mr. Muir
was not exactly

what he told us he
was in the first place.

Do go on, Eddy.

Do you know how long
I've dreamed of this?

No. How long?

I probably shouldn't say.

Might be a tad indelicate.

Indelicate? Mmm.

Why indelicate?

You might be shocked to
know all the wild imaginings

I had buzzing around in my head.

I wouldn't be shocked.

I had the same thoughts, it
might surprise you to know.

Reality is so much
better, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes.

Thank God for Derry and
thank God your father is there.

Come here.

Train!

I just don't see what any of
this has got to do with the board.

Dr. Muir has raised
some fundamental issues.

Surely it's those we
should be discussing.

This goes to the very heart of
what this company stands for.

The probity of its management
and the accountability of its officers.

I ask you again,

when Dr. Muir was appointed,
were his credentials examined?

He came with a glowing
reference from J.P. Morgan himself.

And the Royal Navy.
Dr. Muir is very qualified.

Is he?

Because a small
amount of investigation

would've led you to the fact

that Imperial College
have never awarded

a doctorate to anyone
called Mark Muir.

Either the man is a fraud

or it is not his real name.

Isn't it rather premature to be
discussing this man's proposals

when his very
credibility is in question?

I have reason to
believe that the police

have information
about his identity.

I think the board would
appreciate your candor.

Then perhaps you know already
that his name is Marcus Malone.

Thank you.

And he does have a
doctorate at Imperial College.

In New York, he
changed his name to Muir.

And, yes, he is a Catholic.

Exactly.

A man's religion
should have no bearing

on his ability and
skill to do a job!

He's committed no crime!

On the contrary, I believe
we have all been deceived.

Either by him or by you.

That is an outrageous
allegation against me!

Withdraw it immediately!

But it is
inconceivable, is it not,

that a man of Muir's
religious persuasion

should hold a position of
responsibility within this company?

Anyone for a paper?

Papers here!

5:00 at the latest, please.

Thank you very much.

Dr. Muir.

Lord Pirrie and
Mr. Andrews wish to see you.

Have they presented
my ideas to the board?

I believe there was some
kind of meeting, yes, Dr. Muir.

Right.

Shall we?

Come.

That will be all, Mr. Hatton!

Is this about my proposal?

No, Dr. Muir.

I'm afraid it's on
another matter altogether.

What's that?

The board has decided

that we are obliged to terminate

your employment
with this company.

Your true identity is now known.

We have no option.

I see.

Personally, I'm sorry.

I think you will
be a great loss.

Well,

there's nothing more to be said.

This is a very foolish decision.

And one that I'm
sure we will regret.

I'm telling ya, he's a Catholic.

He spent all this time
pretending he was a Protestant

just so he could work here.

I told you, we can't
trust the Catholics.

But you know what's worse?

He left a girl pregnant
to go to the mainland.

She died in the convent and
he never came back for her.

He just abandoned her?

Typical feckless Catholic.

How dare you!

Why don't you join
him? You're fired too!

What about you, Sofia?
You wanna join your friends?