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Marcus Malone.

Why didn't you tell me, Mark?
Couldn't you trust me?

I should have.

Yes, you should.

I didn't know how to tell you.

After what we shared?

I didn't mean to deceive you.

I wanted to tell you.
Did you?

Yes.

You know what's strange?

You grew up here.

We may have been neighbours.

Or seen each other?

I know.

And now you are this new person.
You are Mark Muir.

On the surface.

But I had to.

Or, er...
Or what?

Or I couldn't have come back.

'Marcus Malone'?

I could never have come back.

I could never have
a future in Belfast.

But he did.

Eventually he did.

And who is he?

They say crazy things about you, Mark.

About that girl.

That she died and you left her.

No, no, no. (SIGHS)

Before I left Belfast...

I was in love.

Let me finish.

Her name was Siobhán Doyle.

Get out there.

Dinner's ready.

Shh. Let's go.

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Well, lads...

(UNINTELLIGIBLE CHATTER)

There you go, my son.
That's lovely, thank you.

Who are you seeing today?
Mackie's.

Though God knows why I'm bothering.

Ah, you've got a chance there.

They've quite a few
Catholics working for them.

Probably not many who were fired from their last job.
And have no references.

It's not bloody right! That bastard
Hatton had it coming to him!

For God's sake, Michael!
Of course he did.

But it's me out of a job.

Maybe now I'll learn
to control my temper.

I ought to take a crowbar
to the bastard.

No, Michael. That's not the way.
It's exactly the way.

No, Michael. We have to
fight like Walter showed us.

With our heads, not our fists.

We fight them on our terms
with some dignity.

But they still always
seem to come out on top.

So what are we gonna do about that?

What about Parliament?

What about it?

I think you should
stand in the election.

You're not joking, are ya?

No. In fact, I lay awake
all night thinking about it.

Have you gone soft?
I don't think so.

You're Walter Hill's brother-in-law.
A union man. You've won a strike.

You're EXACTLY what the Labour
Party are looking for.

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I'd do it myself if they would
give women half a bloody chance.

Just think about it.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

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Man: Careful!
Man: Yes, Boss!

As many of you know, Dr Mark Muir...

Malone!
(SNICKERS)

has left us.

Let us please not be
distracted by gossip or...

idle speculation.

It is unnecessary
and we do not have the time.

Olympic sailed this morning.

Mr Morgan joins us today to discuss
the pending inquiry into the crash.

So...

we may now, thank goodness,

turn our full attention
towards Titanic.

Time rushes by and
we're only all too aware of

the impending nature of our deadlines.

And will we be reverting
to normal crewing patterns, sir?

Absolutely. All available hands
will now work on Titanic.

Indeed, I have permission
from Lord Pirrie

to retain much of the casual
labour currently employed.

This will be a welcome boost
to our manpower.

That will mean extra overtime
in the budget, sir.

I'll talk that through
with you shortly, Grey.

Onwards, gentlemen.

I'm sorry I'm unable
to be more encouraging.

So am I.

The unfortunate truth is that
you have no legal standing

as the father and I have
no legal recourse to extract

this information from the Church.

I'm aware of the technicalities, sir,

but surely you can use
your imagination in some way.

Doctor Muir, all I can state
is the legal position.

If the law can't help me,
I'll find other means.

You're at liberty to try, Doctor Muir,

but I fear you face a futile
and frustrating endeavour.

Better perhaps if you
resign yourself to Providence

and accept the situation
for what it is.

It's not ease I'm seeking,

Mr Gordon. It's my daughter.

Er, we're thinking of
siting a Parisian cafe

just here outside
the main dining room.

I think it's a better use of space

than the restaurant promenade. Yeah.

Good idea.

What is it, Uncle?

Thomas, I intend to throw
myself heart and soul

behind the Liberal candidate.

Damn it, I'd stand myself
if I wasn't in the bloody Lords.

I see.

Oh, Thomas, I know that look.

What have I done wrong now?
Nothing.

But should you make your
political opinion so prominent?

Thomas, I cannot tell you how
strongly I feel about Home Rule.

I know.

It's going to be a close fight.

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(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Dad?

So?

Well...

Don't you gonna tell me you told me so?

It was only a matter of time.

- But you must be desperate.
- Why is that?

Am I the only one you can drown
your sorrows with?

No.

You're not the only one.

But you are the best.

I knew you'd come around
to my way of thinking.

Waiter.

Two pints please.

My son is back.

Is the Olympic too big to sail?

Our internal investigation
is almost concluded.

I should damn well hope so.

We shall have answers

for any external investigation too.

Whose incompetence is this?

Ours? The Navy?

We have handed Cunard
a victory on a plate.

Wherever the fault lies, we
don't want a perception that

the Olympic class of liners are
so big they can't be controlled.

The ship didn't sink.
THAT should be the perception.

We'll make that our story.
I'll start working on it.

Let's make sure she's given any
assistance that she requires. Of course.

And I want to see this
metallurgist fellow Muir

about this damage.
I wanna know what he thinks.

Well, what's the matter?

Regrettably, Doctor Muir is no
longer employed at the yard.

Did he quit?
No.

He was asked to leave.

Why? What did he do?

The Board dismissed him
on religious grounds.

It's a local issue.

Religious grounds.
That's a pity.

When I met him, I thought he had
real ability and character

and I value character more
than anything in a man.

I wanna speak with him.

After all, gentlemen,

we're building a ship,
not a cathedral.

So your Dr. Muir is a dark horse?

You heard wrong about his past.

And his religion.

He still lied to you.

You defended him.

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what he said about Catholics

not what he said about your man.

To be honest, it felt good.

- You don't understand.
- He got caught.

That doesn't make him one of us.

It's this place, not him.

- You can't let me be happy.
- Of course I can.

But that's a pretty sordid tale
he's got to tell.

He abandoned Siobhán Doyle.

- He really didn't know she was pregnant.
- Oh, my God, woman, wake up.

Sorry.

I expected this, but not from you.

(HORSE NEIGHS)
Whoaaa!

What the hell are you doing?! Sorry,
I didn't mean to startle you.

Leave with your hands on my mount!

I need to talk to you.

See, I consider myself
most cruelly treated.

I was driven from your father's
house for the smallest of errors.

You were caught in
flagrante with the maid!

She was willing, miss.
I didn't force myself on her.

Your behaviour was lewd and obnoxious.
It was right to dismiss you.

Lewd and obnoxious?
Is that how you'd describe it?

You'd know all about that,
wouldn't ya!

You little bastard.

I seen you, but I kept my mouth shut.

I think I'm owed
a little payment for that.

I'll pay you nothing.
A few guineas, that's all.

Nothing! If I see you here
again, I'll have you run off!

Now get your hands off the reins!
That wouldn't be wise, miss.

Don't you threaten me.

Do you understand?

Fire.

Fire.

Not bad.

Okay, sir.

And fire.

Nice shot, right through
the ugly bastard's heart.

I wanna know why that tallow was late.

I wanna know when it's coming.
Now go back to your desk and

write a proper letter, demanding answers.
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Bloody hell!

What the hell is he doing here?

Ah, Muir. Have a seat.

I'll stand.

I am aware of the situation
between you and this yard.

What I want to know, and

what I am finding increasingly
difficult to find out,

is how concerned should we be about

this little mishap
in the English Channel?

(SHARP INHALE)

Well, the collision with
the Olympic has outlined certain

problems with the way that your
ships are being constructed.

Yes, yes, I know, I know.

These, er, micro cracks
and stress fractures.

I've read all about them.

But the question remains,
how concerned should we be?

Well, that depends...

on how much you're willing to gamble.
Go on.

Simply put, the odds are in your
favour against a serious collision,

but if that were to happen...

the stress could cause
a rupture in the hull,

letting water into three,
four compartments

and then, Mr Morgan,
your ship will sink.

And your solution for the
Titanic is this double hull?

Correct.

Cost?

375,000 pounds, Ismay,

give or take.

And a considerable
delay to the launch.

We can't go backwards,
we must go forwards.

Can you come up with
another solution, Dr Muir?

Yes.
Good.

William, I want you to put this
young man back on the payroll.

(SPLUTTERS) But sir, er..!

I think that will be all.

Well, you seem to have made an impression.

I need to ask you some questions
about the boat.

- Ship.
- What?

We're building a ship.

You do excuse me. Ship.

Talk to you later.

Another one.

Mr Hatton?!

Yes, Doctor Mal...

Muir.

(STERNLY) Get my stuff
back into my laboratory.

Hello, Michael. How are you?

I'm looking for the possessions
of Doctor Muir.

Aye, he's back.

(SIGHS)

Okay. Right, good.
I'll tell him. Thank you.

I'm sorry, Dr Muir, your possessions
seem to have been misplaced.

Well, then, I suggest that
you find them pretty damn quick.

I'm back here on express orders
from Mr Morgan

and he would be most
displeased if my work

were to be impeded in any way.

Do you understand?

Yes, Dr Muir, I'll deal with it.

Hello.

I'm surprised to see you back here
after the way they treated you.

Guess I surprised myself a little.

Then why?

Guess I convinced myself
they'd learned their lesson.

They haven't.

I know.

So, why?

The ship.

There's a great many
problems to be solved.

You are the only one to do that.

Regrettably, I am.

Lives are at stake.

Ours certainly are.

(SOFTLY) I know.

What am I going to do with you?

What do you want to do with me?

Never lie to me again.

I won't.

I promise.

I better go.

Bag of laughs, that one.

A right joker, isn't he?

(GROANS) What's his problem?

Me. Doesn't like
working for a Catholic.

Oh he's a bit like that then, is he?
A lot like that.

Do you want me to have a word with him?
Ah, there's no point.

Aye, you're probably right.

You know I'm alright, mate, with
all that carry on. You know that?

I do.
Good man.

You know how involved I was in the
fight to get us a union? Yes.

I'm thinking about
standing for Parliament?

You?!

Does that sound mad?

You hear this, boys? Our Michael
here wants to be Prime Minster!

Ah, come on! I'm being serious!

Right you are! Be going
to Buckingham Palace?!

Ah, shut up!

So that would be for the Labour Party?

Surprisingly enough.

I'd have your vote, though.

Wouldn't I?

Ah, God, and I thought
you of all people.

Look, I'm not sure, Mick.
I don't know.

The Labour Party stands
for Home Rule, doesn't it?

That's true, but it's all
part of making things better

for the working man. Together.

That's what I'm not so sure of.

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Thought I'd stop by to see
how you're getting on.

Tired of the accountants?

Always.

I think I might have
something for you.

Show me.

If we raise the level

of the watertight bulkheads
to the top deck, I think we've

solved our problem. Mechanically
it's very easy to do.

But it's not gonna be
very good on the eye.

It accomplishes everything
Mr Morgan wanted.

It's easily achieved.
It's safe. Inexpensive.

No, I'll present it.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

With all the things
that's been thrown at you,

you've maintained your vision.
It can't be too easy on you.

It's admirable.
Thank you. Good man.

Thank you, Morland.

(SOUND OF CAR APPROACHING)

Hello, dearest.
I wasn't expecting you.

Have to dash.
I'm afraid I'm lunching

with Lady Saxington. Frightful
old trout, though she be.

Katherine, I have
something to ask you.

I'm all ears, darling.
Just make it quick.

Well, it's most unpleasant, but...

I've heard rumours.

About what?

You.

Probably true, then.

About you and bloody Muir.

Oh.

Well, they're ridiculous,
of course, aren't they?

Of course.

Kitty, please tell me
they're nonsense.

(FLATLY) Alright, they're nonsense.
Tell me like you mean it.

Oh, this is tiresome.
Tell me like you mean it!

Oh, grow up, Ashley.

GOD!
Don't be so melodramatic!

What are you going to do?
Call him out? Pistols at dawn?

Kitty!

Did you really think I was coming
virginal to the nuptial bower?

The what?

Did you really think I was pure?

A maiden unspoilt?

Well... no, but Muir?!

What's wrong with Muir?

You know what's wrong with him.

Ashley, that's over.

Stop being so revoltingly bourgeois.

I'm yours now.

(SIGHS) Oh, don't look like that.

Shall I get Morland to bring you
a glass of brandy?

Without the double hull,

the only way to render the ship
TRULY watertight would be

to raise the level of the
bulkheads to the top deck.

Your view, Thomas?
It's a good alternative.

That way, if the water does

ingress a compartment, it will not

spill over the bulkhead
into another compartment.

It's relatively easily achieved
and not inordinately expensive.

Well, that makes sense.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) However...

I am concerned.

Look, all along the deck,
there'll be these obstructions.

Can you imagine a passenger
in first class

having to climb narrow stairs?

Then walk along the corridor,
then down the stairs again

just to promenade along
the length of the deck?

Yes, well it depends on
what your priorities are, sir.

It's not a question of MY priorities.

Look, perhaps we could have
an artist's impression

of what these raised bulkheads
will look like in situ.

But..! I'll put it in hand right away.
Thank you.

(SIGHS)

Do you really mean to go
dressed like that?!

Why not?

What's wrong with it?

If your mother could see you
now. Not going to eat?

I'm not hungry.
Don't wait up for me, Papa.

Violetta!
Papa!

Violetta.
(GROANS)

Good evening, ladies.

I have a confession to make.

On Sunday week,

I shall become... a criminal.

I shall not be alone in this state.

Indeed, I shall be
in the company of thousands.

Thousands of women all
boycotting the national census

in a just protest
at the wicked indignity

of being denied the vote!

In London, there will be

a midnight walk
around Trafalgar Square

and overnight events are planned
in Cardiff, Bristol, Liverpool,

Ipswich and many other cities.

All the women involved in this protest

believe in one basic truth.

If women do not count...

then neither shall they be counted!

Well done.

Evening.

Do I know you, young lady?

I was a pupil at your academy,
Lady Pirrie.

Sofia Silvestri.

I do remember you.

Well, it's lovely to see you here.

What are you doing with yourself?

I work at Harland & Wolff
as a copyist.

Very good.

Yes. Could be better.

In what way?

I would have liked to study.

To do something more...
responsible.

But...

Well, that's an excellent notion.

You should come and see me sometime.

We can talk further. Hmm?

I will.

Thank you, Lady Pirrie.

Bye.

So, the rise and fall
and rise of Mark Muir.

It has been difficult.

Well, you knew that coming back
was going to be a risk.

Mmm, that's true.

Table for two, please.

So, has the siren call
of the Titanic been worth it?

(CHUCKLES)

Well... when I was a little boy,

I remember going to pick
my Dad up from the yard and,

coming back, standing at
those same shipyard gates,

it all felt so... familiar.

So strange.

I can understand that.

This place, it's...

it's where I come from.

Maybe it's where I truly belong.

Are you in love?

What?

(CHUCKLES) You've got
that air about you.

No.

But of course not.

You're the guy who never wants to get
serious unless it's with a boat.

(SOFTLY) Ship.
Sorry, 'ship'.

I suppose we'd better
get down to business.

Perhaps we should.

So my task is to put a positive
sheen on this sorry tale.

Can you tell me something cheering
about the Olympic collision?

Is the fact that it didn't
sink a minor miracle?

Oh, it's not a miracle.
It's, er, engineering.

Tell me.

Well, as you may know,

the hull of the SHIP is divided
into watertight compartments.

Now, if the hull is torn,
the flooding should be confined

to that one compartment. Theoretically,
the ship becomes unsinkable.

Unsinkable?

That's a good word.
I said theoretically.

No, that is BRILLIANT.

What is?

You, Mark.

The unsinkable Mark Muir.

(DOOR OPENS) Papa?

Oh, thank God you're back.

What happened?

Violetta is ill.
The doctor is here.

Why? What's happening?
Wait, wait, wait.

Is she alright, Doctor?

She's perfectly alright, Mr Silvestri.

She's in good health.

I, I was so worried.
She hasn't been eating.

Mr Silvestri,

your daughter is healthy.

But she's with child.

What?
She'll be fine.

All she needs is nourishment and rest.

Good night.

Thank you, Doctor.

Every brand needs a special quality.
Something that makes it unique.

Quite.

I have, I think, the germ of an
idea that will Titanic unique.

An irresistible proposition, in fact.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

I'll need an artist to draw up
some illustrations for my article.

Yes, I'm sure we can arrange that.

Oh, sorry.

No, er, it's fine, Thomas.
Come in.

Miss Yaeger.
Mr Andrews.

I haven't interviewed you yet.

I'm sure I have nothing
particularly interesting to say.

Er, new contracts from America, sir.
Ah, thank you.

Well, gentlemen, I won't keep you.

I imagine you have important matters to take care of.
I'll see you both later.

You can't avoid me for long,
Mr Andrews!

Remarkable woman.

Great confidence.

And abilities.

Quite so.

Er, Thomas, I hope
you don't think me a fool

for not accepting Muir's
idea immediately.

Of course not.

It has great merits, of course.

I think so.

Yeah, but I know the minds
of Ismay and Morgan.

They'll find objections.
Can I be blunt, sir?

It would be a mistake
to reject these proposals.

The ship would be rendered
a great deal safer.

(SIGHS) I shall do what I can, Thomas.

I know you will.

Damn you, Katherine! Have you
any idea what you've done?

Lost you a packet? Can't you
be serious for one second?

I find it hard.

Then try to absorb
this piece of information.

That was Stokes.
So I gathered.

He has come to tell me
that the wedding is off!

Oh, dear.

Touch melodramatic, don't you think?

Hey-ho, plenty more
fish in the sea.

Most of them won't be
quite as wet as Ashley.

(ANGRY) It's not bloody funny!

Don't you realise the disgrace
you've brought to this family?

My God, we'll be the laughing
stock of this whole city.

Don't exaggerate, Papa.

I'm not! The chances of you
making a decent match

within Belfast have wholly evaporated.

Oh, dear. Then, we'll just have
to cast the net a little wider.

I see. That's your
attitude, is it?

It is rather, yes.

Do you realise what you have
done to my reputation

by sleeping with
that... that...

Metallurgist?
[GRUNTS]

Have you any idea how you might
damage me politically

if this should get into the press?

It just makes you human, daddy.

There is a general election coming

upon which the fate of
this province depends!

And I will not tolerate anything

that will prevent a favourable result.

I missed you.

Hmmm, it's only been a few days.

Even so.

Hmmm.

They keep me very busy.

I know.

You haven't spoken
about your daughter lately.

Mmmm. There's not much
to speak about.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

I've been thinking about it...

after what's happened with Violetta.

(SIGHS)

I just don't know
what to do, Sofia. I--

Everyone talks about
a needle in a haystack.

I don't even know
where the haystack is.

Well, you know
she was born in Wicklow.

Right. But she could have gone
anywhere after that.

But you do know where she was born.

You are...

a genius.

Am I?

Yes!

Hmmm!

Thank you. (CHUCKLES)

Come here.

Come here.
No.

Yes!
(CHUCKLES)

Yes!
(CHUCKLES)

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I don't even know where he is.

Haven't had a word.

Oh, he'll turn up.

We'll look after her.

I know this is terrible news.

But I'll tell you one thing.

That boy of mine, for all his faults,

really loves Violetta.

And I know, he wants to do the right thing
by her.

I would regard it as a very personal favor

if you would keep any rumours you've heard
out of paper.

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I feel in these sensitive times,
that anything which

damages her cause would be treated with
the utmost caution.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

I agree.

And of course, if there is anything
that I may do to

assist the paper,
any information that I may receive about

Pirrie or the liberal cause

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well then you can rely on me to um,
pass it on.

Yes, thank you.

Mark?

Mm?

I don't want just to be hiding all the time.

I don't want to either.

It would mean so much to me
that we want...

That we want what?

That we want the same thing.

(DOGS BARKING)

(SOUND OF TRUCK)

Go, go, go!

Run.

Go, Good man.

Tell me where they are.
No, sir, please!

Where are they?! I know nothing!
Get the boy, now!

How did they know we were here?
I don't know.

Please leave us alone!

Tell me where they are
or I'll kill your son!

Bastards! Not the boy! No, sir, PLEASE!

What'll we do?
Shh!

They're up there.
They're up on the hill!

They're up there!
Right you two, go, go!

Move yourselves, lively!

Well, I think we should run.

Fire!
(GUNFIRE)

McCann! Why don't me and
O'Farrell hold them off,

so you and Lorcan can get to the road?

It's vital you get away
and finish the mission, McCann.

Alright.

Return fire and run. Don't stay
and fight, you'll die.

Good luck.

(GUNFIRE)

Lorcan, wait. Listen.

(GUNFIRE IN THE DISTANCE)
It's not right.

'Course it's not right. They're
trying to kill us. Come on!

Listen.
That's British rifles firing.

That's not the German Mauser.
Our lads aren't returning fire.

Why aren't they?
Indeed.

How did the British Army
find us at the farmhouse?

Why did they volunteer
to stay behind? It's a trap.

Go. Run. Circle around.

I knew something was wrong.

You were right.

Turncoat bastards.

They're gonna pay for this.

Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

People of Belfast! Vote for
Hatton, vote for Ulster.

A defeat for the Conservatives
is a defeat for Ulster,

for all that we hold dear,

for our livelihoods and for
everything we have worked for.

It will bring an end to the
Protestant religion in Ireland!

And a clear message
must be sent to London

that Ulster will not stand for this.

We simply will not stand for this!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Thank you. Thank you
for your support. Thank you.

Excuse me.

And what may I do for you, sir?

I'd like to research all births
that occurred on July 26th, 1902.

All of them?

Yes, all of them.

That's all of them.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

I can't promise you
things will change overnight!

But I can promise you
I will not stop in my pursuit

of workers' rights.

Let me remind you of the rights
you fought for not so long ago.

The right to belong to a union.

The right to decent
and safe conditions

in your place of work.

The right to a better life
beyond mere subsistence.

It was a fight that ended in blood.

But a fight that must go on.

But only with the workers

united behind the banner
of the Labour Party.

What's your policy on Home Rule?

No secret. We're behind it.
(WORKMAN) Not gonna have it.

As is the Liberal Party AND

the majority of people
both here and in England.

Then you're a Papist stooge!

And you need to broaden your thinking

and see beyond your own
narrow prejudice!

Home Rule is Rome Rule!

A fair day's pay
for a fair day's work.

Home Rule is Rome Rule!
Home Rule is Rome Rule!

Decent and safe conditions
in your place of work...

Home Rule is Rome Rule!
regardless of your religion!

So, what is it you would
REALLY like to do,

given the opportunity?

I think something to do with design.

Design?
Yes.

Yes.

It may sound silly, but
sometimes I go to the library

and I look at the work
of Leonardo Da Vinci.

Not his paintings, but...

his drawings. His machines.

The sign of an inquiring mind.

Have you thought of university?

Well, it doesn't seem very realistic.

I'm not so sure.

I have, as a good friend,

the Principal of University
College, London.

I know he's always
keen to attract able

and competent women.
I could write to him.

Really?
Yes. Why not?

We, as women, must not be trammelled
by the old ideas of the past.

But how would I pay?

There are scholarships.
And a young woman

as patently industrious
and capable as you are

should be able to support herself.

University College is
one of the only institutions

where men and women may study
for a degree on equal terms.

It's an excellent notion.

It would be so wonderful.

Your generation owes it to mine

to make the most of the
opportunities we're fighting for.

Mmm? London awaits you, Sofia. Hmm-mmm.

Been a busy boy, then.

Mmm. These are the names of
every child born on that date.

Oh, aye.

Oh, thank you.

And I think...

this...

has got to be her.
You're so sure?

She's the only girl born
in Wicklow on July 26th.

Ailish O'Connell.

Mmm.

Do you like the name Ailish?

Well, it was given to her
by her parents.

Or those who she thinks
are her parents. I know.

Just something you should
think about, son.

She might be the fruit of your loins
but she doesn't know you from Adam.

Doesn't she deserve to know me?

Look, stubborn boy... I know
you're gonna do it anyway,

and I can't stop you.

I'm just sayin'.

I will find her.

Alright.

It's your life.

God knows, I've interfered enough.

(SOFTLY) Yes.

I don't want to meddle,

but it's just a father's
instinct, you know?

Yes.

I think I finally do.

Syn