All language subtitles for The Onedin Line S2 EP02 (moviesbyrizzo)

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This is a Deadman's auction, held on behalf of our late shipmate Tommy Pope.

Truly drowned, truly ate by shocks in the

swept into the sea whilst carrying out the lawful commands of the deck officer.

Gear and Army is a jesser painting over the side on an insecure staging.

And concentrating to life and limb for what purpose.

Smart not the owner's pretty ship.

Sure, sure.

And now call upon all hands to give

of their charity to these few poor effects.

And remember this of their late comrade.

The proceeds to go to his sorrowing widow

and three orphan children.

First item, one woolen tap.

The kept for Sunday best.

You'll keep any head snug and warm

through the rigors of an Irishman summer.

A wild Cape honour.

Or a draughty horse carrot.

Now what do I bid?

Six months.

Nine months.

One silver shilling.

One's at two shillings.

Two and three.

Two and six months.

And you have a ounce on two and six months.

And a half a dollar.

One o'leman.

Is that all I bid for this fine example

of the craft of Mizzingham's pricing?

Three bob.

Three shillings.

I have three shillings.

Three in a jolly.

Three and six.

And you have a ounce on three and six.

Four shillings.

I have four shillings.

Come on now.

Come on now bid generously and bid often.

You don't need time to the realm.

The captain will acknowledge a jit

and generously deduct it from your pay at the end of the voyage.

Come on now, four shillings.

And a half.

A dollar.

One whole cartwheel.

Nine once.

Nine twice.

Five pounds.

Five pounds.

Five pounds.

Five pounds.

Five pounds.

Five pounds of my money.

Are you completely bereft of your senses?

A man could learn such a sum if he stayed

aboard the entire voyage and spent on a single penny.

It's the least we can do.

The least.

And heaven preserve us from your best.

Five pounds.

It's a small and a frickin' pants for a woman losing a dear one.

Look, his woman was a slot and he was the most

amphibious sailor ever to set foot above his ship.

If the mum was clumsy then all the more reason

why Mr. Baines should not have put him in a position of grave danger.

See, fairing is a dangerous profession.

And no doubt a ship is the most dangerous vehicle ever devised by mind of the band.

But that doesn't give you the right to foist upon me.

Every seaman's widow and brood of stavlings.

Have you no vestige of charity in your heart, James?

The deserving poor are more than well catered for.

What with orphanages and asylums and workhouses without my being asked to provide a private asylum

for distressed seaman's wives.

And Pope's wife will not be distressed for long.

Not that one you believe me.

That is not the point.

No, the point is five pounds of my money.

Well, I'll not pay it.

We're going on deck now.

Make sure no more of your pet mendicans take it into their minds to leap over the side.

These new airtights will be all the rage you mark my words.

But will they buy them at half a crown?

It's him.

If it's cheaper than butchers meet, even a small one will feed a whole family for a week.

Are you sure we can afford all this new stock?

Of course we can.

Provided Emma Callan is as good as her word.

Look, she gave me 1,500 shares of her need in stock.

You've got only in return for supporting Fogarty as chairman.

Well, I thought I drove a sharp bargain even though I do say to shouldn't.

Well, I only hope James thinks so when he returns.

Look, I'll deal with James when the time comes.

Now that I've got a bit of capital behind me, I intend to make something of myself.

I shall be a man of substance.

I remember you and our boy come first.

As for that brother of mine, I can stew in his own juice.

I've got a mouth like the inside of a devil's boots.

I'm choking for a drink.

It's only your previous namaste.

My knees are bleeding.

And you'll have air to match if you don't store your gas.

We'll be getting on his shore leave with Charlotte, am I?

You would get drunk a disease, maybe.

And the other one is the one who's going to eat.

I'm going to eat a drink.

I'm going to eat a drink.

You would get drunk a disease, maybe.

And there'll be no bumbots alongside neither trading for fees, ship stores.

He's gone, only stone crazy, that flowers.

Only stone crazy.

The blue coats of China, oil and those decks will be as good as new.

I want a clean ship, Mr. Bay.

Hi, sir.

Wilson, what's down? White can and oil there.

We've made good time, Mr. Baines.

We'll discharge our coal, iron rails, it's in Thomas.

Watch the hold out.

Take on sugar, rum, coffee, good profit there, Mr. Baines, good profit.

We're going to build that steam-ship to Albert Fraser's design.

I must script together every penny that I can get.

I must buy every uneaten line, share the deck and lay my hands on.

So fast passage, Mr. Baines.

Time is money.

I'll give you the fast.

I'll give you the fastest passage you've ever known, sir.

Your wife, Mr. Jessup.

Mm.

You're done on our tenth wedding anniversary.

Speaking of light, that's why you wait.

I thought I recognized her.

We met in my brother-in-law's shop, I remember.

Now, though, the uneaten stopped our credit, as I remember.

She must have been quite beautiful.

Yes, she was.

Then.

The poor age quickly, Mrs.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, you're not, ma'am.

Oh, you have a kind and generous nature, no doubt, and common enough amongst your class,

a nose to charity when the conscience pricks.

Five miles.

Well, I'll make sure Popey's widow gets you.

Thank you, ma'am.

But you remember, if you give a poor man a loaf of bread,

he's still the same poor man the next day.

And we prefer to buy our own bread.

Very commendable, Mr. Jessup.

But when a tutney loaf costs threatens, where do we get the other penny for me?

From the bounty of the owners, I'm often a charity of your heart.

My husband is a hard man, but he is also a fair and just for...

But not notably a generous one.

We want that extra penny, Mrs. Onedyn.

And this time, we intend to get it.

Oh.

More shopping?

We've been invited to a dinner party.

I must look my best.

Ah, a little time for social engagements.

You've little time for anything but your precious steel ship.

You must be designed according to my concepts, not those of...

Daniel Fogarty.

But how long will it take?

You seem to be a little bit more like a big man.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

But how long will it take? You seem to have been months and months.

Until James has returned.

Then he can deal with a new chairman.

And with your brother, Robert.

He is much to answer for.

He betraders for a few miserable shares.

In return for voting Daniel Fogarty for chairman?

Judas.

Wouldn't care to be in Robert's shoes when James returns.

Oh, forget it.

Let James and Daniel Fogarty fight their own battles.

It's my battle as well.

Unless James regains control of the company, I'll be forced to design the hybrid that Fogarty insists upon.

What does it matter whether it's built with masks and sales or not?

It matters very much to me.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry.

Albert?

This dinner party.

Who's giving it?

Emma Callum, no less.

They say she lives in great style with liveried servants and a house so richly furnished you wouldn't believe.

Oh, do say we can go, Albert.

All right.

I suppose Daniel Fogarty will be the guest of honor.

He will be there, naturally.

I've heard they're betrothed.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Fox.

Robert! Robert, love!

We have an invitation from Miss Callum.

Oh, Robert, you are going up in the world.

Robert.

Who else will be there?

I have no idea.

But people of Miss Callum's circumstances are to be cultivated.

We'll have to dress formally, of course.

Watch it away.

The

fish.

Coconut, fresh fish. Coconut.

Farm mine. Open the coconut.

Fresh fish.

Fresh fish.

Farm mine.

Coconut, food. Banana.

Fish.

Lay it off there. Lay off.

Close it.

One of those seaving bum boats comes alongside.

Drop a heavy shackle down through its bilge.

All right, sir.

Chair off!

What are you doing, Fletcher?

Fishy. Watch the loza.

Made in lane.

Where's my crumb hat?

Four hours of daylight wasted already.

Are you going for shore?

Somebody must roused out those good for nothing, vitamin.

I've never been a shore in a Caribbean port.

We'll figure yourself lucky.

Nothing but flies, mosquitoes, malaria.

Ah, civilized natives. No place for a woman.

There must be shops.

Now, there's a market of sorts.

But with no money to spare on fripperies.

Raise, can we down him, Pookie, fools?

Ruin his varnish work.

No, sir.

It serves him right for not letting them bum boats come alongside.

Oh, he could have had fresh fruit and coconuts.

Still a shipboard tack day in, day out.

Yeah, I'd boat loads of fresh fish all along and kick it.

Oh, I tried my under-catching a couple of them,

but one of them bum boat men cut me line.

Come on, play, little. It's their livelihood, isn't it?

This is good, room.

Hey.

But forbidden.

No spirit was slick as to be brought aboard.

Simple like unwind the ship's articles,

and you put your marks to it.

Well, if you don't, you don't work.

I can't abide these temperance ships.

Worked until you drop, and then only joe in all day sundies.

No swearing.

Oh, that's petty cult influence.

Yeah, crew has swear us from a cat and a swearing ship.

It's a sociable ship. That's what I owe, too.

Swearing is a simpleton's outlet for anger.

You save your tempers until we're back home.

And then?

It's all our labor.

Well, every man.

We're not be alone, I promise you.

Strike?

What other course is that in a set?

We can't afford to come out against the owners.

We can't afford not to.

£2.15 a month.

And after that signed away as an allotment for me wife,

I'll think myself lucky for three sovereigns left at the end of this voyage.

Can you think of a better reason for striking a fair wages and regular hours?

You can't work regular hours at sea. It stands to reason.

Why not?

The steamship men do.

Four hours on and four hours off is regular as clockwork.

Unless you get a bit of a breeze.

And it's all hands out to make sale.

Hang on, look out.

Look out.

Rumb, let it cost you three days' pages.

It's my bottle.

Sir.

It's my bottle, Mr. Pains.

Right, Fletcher, three days' pay stop for you.

Two days and a half revisions for the rest of you.

Why don't you just starve us to death?

Have you done with it, eh?

Insulience and contemptuous behaviour.

That's another day's pages.

Any further comments?

Right, I'll deck every man, Jack, if you'll sweat that rum out of here before these days through them.

Fletcher, take a bucket of grease and soost down the mainmost.

From the royal masthead down, when you finish report to me, I'll find more work suitable for your town.

They simply don't need to name them.

I'll sweat out of it.

Why won't you allow the traders to come alongside Mr. Bains?

Seems so unfair to the crew.

Those bum-boke men would steal everything that wasn't nailed down, ma'am.

The crew are no better.

They've no ready money, so the ship's stores will go in exchange for ramen palm wine.

In half an hour, there'll be a drunken rabble.

I've seen it happen too many times, ma'am.

After a long sea voyage, they'd sell their souls for drinking.

Look at that!

Get on!

On deck!

Is that plain tail, Miss Jessup?

Sorry, ma'am.

The pin slipped from my hand.

You might have killed Mrs. O'odine.

Just you take care of future.

Mr. Bains behaved precisely the same as I would have done under the same circumstances.

Put pain to the matter there and then.

But to strike the man!

You might have been killed.

Mr. Bains struck him on your behalf.

What's an accident?

Accident?

Listen.

Jessup had no right nor did his duty require him to carry a belaying pinna loft.

Now look, Mr. Bains chose to proceed against the man.

I'd have no alternative but to put him in irons to wake British justice.

Then he'd have to try his luck with a British magistrate on the charge of attempted murder.

Murder?

Well, we've only Jessup's word for it that it was an accident.

It was an accident!

Look, you might have been killed.

Now, an inquiry's bound to find against the man.

I assure you, Jessup would return your small thanks for your justice.

Oh, do you have a closed mind?

I have a very clear mind and only one thing in it.

To get this vote loaded and homeward bound as quickly as possible.

Money.

Oh, I might remind you, Anne, that the money that you effect to despise brings you the security that you crave.

You can call on me as witness.

Sorry, Anne, me.

Get that berry for our cause.

I think we could have him in the part of a magistrate.

My tongue is not a man.

My tongue is the law.

The law which obliges us ought to suffer injustice.

The law would be attempted with authority into the hands of masters and owners like O'Nelia.

We must be united in one aim and one aim only.

To put an end to the conditions of the working semen.

Take action against Bane.

We've not advised our cause. One will.

There must be 10,000 sailors assuring Liverpool any one time.

How are you going to convince them?

One leads.

Others will follow.

Do you devote yourself entirely to ship design, Mr Fraser?

Not to the exclusion of all else and certainly not at this moment, Miss Casey.

Mr Fraser has quite a talent for taking advantage of the moment.

What a pretty ring.

It is an engagement ring, is it not, Miss Callan?

Dear Daniel's insistence.

Why, he really is the most unfortunate fellow imaginable.

Indeed.

Then I must have entirely misread Mr Fargoty's character.

I think you'll discover Miss Callan.

But Mr Fargoty has quite an acute sense of direction.

Ah, well, he's reached the summit now.

Hey, Daniel.

With your help, Robert.

And Miss Callan's generosity, I understand.

Robert draw the hard bargain.

And to insist upon all need in line, shares in preference to Callan shares shows a great faith in your steamship, Mr Fraser.

Oh, quite.

So, Miss Steamship, is to be redesigned by a committee of sailing shipmen and chondlers?

Oh, I think not.

Once and for all, Mr Fraser, it is the board of directors who decide company policy, not any one man.

However talented.

Isn't it somewhat unusual for a minority shareholder to act as chairman?

I think you'd rather overestimate the value of your...

Ten shares? Fargoty?

Mr Fraser.

I am principal shareholder of the Anitain line.

Mr Fargoty has my full support.

If you have the one set eyes on my plans for the steamship, Miss Callan?

No.

You should.

If the seamen are there, where your plans will remain gathering, we'll all go out of business.

I think we're heading for a strike.

And the sooner the better for my taste, meet them and on and smash them, it's the only way.

But most of our customers are seamen's wives.

And all have tick books.

Robert, we must put a stop to their credit immediately.

It may never happen, Sarah.

Oh, but we'll be the first to feel the effects the poor merchant always is.

Really, the laboring classes simply do not know where their own best interests lie.

What's the problem with Mr Fargoty?

Steamships of the root cause.

Those who shipped aboard steamers say that food and conditions are better.

They're now demanding the same conditions aboard searing ships.

Man, you should lose no time in fitting them with engines.

The laboring classes appear to be on the side of progress after all.

They're also demanding that the wages be double to five pounds a month.

Is that also progress, Mr Fraser?

I think it downright wicked.

Oh, well, they will have more money to spend.

You see, Mr Fargoty?

I know what is already divisive in its opinions.

I know one man who's opinion I can depend on.

James, all need in.

Did you?

All right.

I know.

Sunday, no fresh meat.

Crackerash every day.

Not enough for that to keep a bird alive.

You starve on weavely biscuits.

The cabineo goes short, I warn you.

We had the last of the foes today.

The smell's all over the ship.

Enough to drive them uncrazy.

You want the stinky meat, turn over the side,

home with brown and half rations and no fresh doors took aboard.

What can we do about it?

We can claim our entitlement.

And that's eight pons a day.

Hi.

This should be the most profitable voyage.

At whose expense?

What?

The conditions of employment aboard this ship are a disgrace.

And this voyage is no different from any other.

Oh, there is a difference.

We got Jessup in the crew.

We dine off roast foul while the men are on half rations.

Bad meat must be disposed of.

You know that as well as I do, Anne.

And if those tender feelings of yours are still troubling you,

let them do so no longer.

From tomorrow on we shall all be on short commons.

There is growing anger aboard this ship.

And you know the cause of it as well as I do.

Jessup, I'll tell you, he's a troublemaker.

The more agitators, the last time the dee sets foot aboard an un-eating ship.

You take away his livelihood.

No. No, I'll, um, I'll recommend him for a birth aboard a calendar ship, eh?

James, the men have long standing grievances.

Mr. Jessup's only a focal point.

What grievances?

When they queued to sign articles of agreement, they knew what they was about.

No compulsion.

Only the compulsion of unemployment and starvation if they did not sign.

What manner of choice is that to offer a man?

Anne.

Ships articles was drafted by Act of Parliament and I must abide by them as much as the crew.

The penalty is an upside-ed for his masternode, he is sitting judgment of your own case.

Anne, I think the best thing is that you stay at home in future.

One sea lawyer aboard ship is more than enough.

James?

No, Anne. Even if I agreed with you, I have to abide by ships articles.

Anne, make them work for your benefit.

Look, what you want me to do?

Join the crew, help make us bankrupt.

Yes, what is it?

Big plans, huh?

We have a deputation representing the interests of the folks who will answer.

Is this an official complaint?

Which would require entering into the log?

And properly and duly witnessed?

I'll overlook your impertinence this time, Jessup.

Right, what's your complaint?

Big pardon, sir, but no impertinence was intended.

Mr. Jessup is official spokesman and we'll not stand by and see him abused.

Right.

Make your complaint and get on with it.

Our provisions have been reduced by one half.

So?

So we claim aprons a day as our right as laid down by the merchant shipping act.

Section 123 paragraphs one and three is.

If during the voyage the allowance of provisions is reduced by more than one third,

the seamen shall be entitled to and in addition to wages.

The sum of eight pence a day.

We stand on law.

Do you now?

Well, you should have read a little further.

A little deeper, Jessup.

But if it can be shown that any provisions the allowance of which have been reduced

could not be procured or supplied in proper quantities,

such circumstances shall be taken into consideration.

At our last port of call, fresh meat was unobtainable.

Does that answer your complaint?

Well, we're go hungry now.

But your term will come.

No fresh meat attainable. Is that true, Jess?

Yes, quite true.

Well, fresh meat was attainable, but not at a price that we could afford.

Your husband should be home soon, Mrs Jessup.

I wish it had been a much longer voyage.

Oh, I hoped and prayed that he'd be away at sea while the strikes on.

It hasn't started yet. Perhaps it won't.

I'm sure the men will come to their senses.

They know which side they're brin.

Butter? When did the merchant see Menora's family last taste?

I think you better persuade your husband to join and you ship the moment he docks, Mrs Jessup.

I think you better persuade your husband to join and you ship the moment he docks, Mrs Jessup.

Now, we'll never have a better opportunity. The Port of Liverpool will be pack with ships.

My ship's gone, hired and grained from the states.

Trades boo me.

We must put out the amounts of the employers.

Well, they're still greedy for their profits.

Turn us down flat.

Exactly.

So we must put it to a meeting.

Submit or strike.

Golden Nugget.

My most impressed Mr. Fraser.

You see, what is not generally realized,

particularly by Blinkard's salonship men,

is that the engine is also a source of power for the...

You have such neat hands.

Well, that must be the reason.

Well, do you know I couldn't draw a straight line

if my life depended on it?

I can appreciate Miss Callen that the technical details

may be somewhat tedious for you.

Oh, dear.

I have said the wrong thing, haven't I?

I do continue, Mr. Fraser.

Perhaps it would be better if I'd leave me plans with you

for you to study at your leisure.

And now you disappoint me.

Well, there's a little flattery to be garnered

when a gentleman informs a lady that his most earnest desire

is to put a speedy end to a conversation.

Only that I may continue to later date.

You make such pretty speeches to your wife, sir.

Even prettier for I've had longer to practice.

Then she is most fortunate to women.

But we must concentrate upon the business at hand.

My father has always impressed upon me

that I have a poor head for business and I was...

Then we are evenly matched, sir.

For my poor head cannot put two and two together

without arriving at the most absurd of totals.

I was hoping to persuade Miss Callen

to use your influence over Mr. Fogarty.

To what end, Mr. Fraser?

To put an end to this confounded vendetta

that will bring us all to ruin.

Vendetta?

A private matter.

I find it hard to believe that Mr. Fogarty could possibly abuse

a position of trust in furtherance of some petty grudge.

Fogarty is determined to gain control of the inedeline

for the sole purpose of preventing me

building the golden nugget.

Well, if Mr. Fogarty is of the opinion

that your proposed steam vessel would be better for carrying sails,

then he believes it wholeheartedly.

He is wrong.

That may be.

But you're saying so, will not alter his opinion one bit.

You must prove it to him.

How?

I do not know, Mr. Fraser.

But if you imagine I can dissuade him from his purpose,

you overate my influence.

You may tell Mr. Fogarty the golden nugget

will be built in the original specifications and not to his.

I see no reason for reporting a private call.

Mr. Fogarty does not own me yet.

I wish you a good morning, Miss Callan.

Mr. Fraser.

I hope we may part as friends.

That is also my wish.

Please, convey my regards to your wife and your little son.

Of course.

Good morning to you, Miss Callan.

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The three months and ten days at two pounds fifteen shillings per month,

the less your allotment of thirty shillings per month.

The three days pay for insulin behavior.

Total to three pounds, nine shillings and six months.

Jessup, say your maker.

Sir.

Three months and ten days at four pounds fifteen shillings per month,

less allotment of forty shillings per month.

A deduction, slop chest, fourteen shillings and six months.

Fine.

Three days pay for having on board spiritual liquor.

For insulin behavior, one day's pay.

Swearing and using profane language, two days pay.

Carrying a balaying pinaloft to the danger of life.

Two days pay.

Washing clothes on Sunday, one days pay,

provoking a quarrel, one days pay.

Total fines, ten days pay, at two and six months.

Total sum juice, six pounds and six fifths.

All right.

Fletcher.

Now steamship men won't join us.

That's not important.

You're still out in number one.

Oh, every sailor in this port has come ashore.

All right. Then we'll organize interdistricts and subdistricts

throughout the length and breadth of the docks.

The talent and uneven burst, they're mine, all right?

They'll bring in the strike breakers supported by the crushers.

Any policeman who shows his face will be thrown into the dock

alongside those who seek to protect.

Now, to our demands,

these are fair enough in substance.

When we meet with the owners, we're going to have to be more specific.

We're going to have to spell it out to them in chapter and verse.

And if they don't listen.

We'll burn their ships.

Oh, Mr Jenkins will sell at my price, lock, and barrel.

Yes, we'll expand Sarah.

Yes, we'll take over his premises and knock down that wall

and expand the ship.

Double-fronted shop.

No, more than that.

Look, there's a stable in here.

Well, I can turn that into a fine store room and warehouse.

And I'll have a sign painted.

It'll say, Robert or Needin,

Chipschundler and Provision Merchants.

We're on our way, Sarah.

Nothing can stop us now. We're on our way.

If it's company money, thinking of spending, Robert,

I think again.

Seaman are on strike, you know.

We bow to their demands. It costs us money.

We stand fast. It costs us money.

What is it that they want?

Well, not so much a question of what they want,

but how little they can be persuaded to take.

Well, you're not giving to them without a fight.

Well, they must be stopped. Put in prison.

Oh, there speaks a brave little woman with nothing much to lose.

Have you forgotten the bread rights when the mobs rampaged

through the streets burning and plundering every shop inside?

I haven't.

Now, there's 10,000 seamen in this port.

Only needs one loose mouthful and the docks will be ablaze from one end to the other.

No, well, what this situation needs is a cool, I don't clear thinking.

When'd you propose to meet with them?

Well, not until they've had time to tighten their belts a little.

Nothing weakens up on them.

Not until they've had time to tighten their belts a little.

Nothing weakens a man's resolve so much as hungry, you know.

Men, what?

They're all the same loose fish every one of them.

Have you been quarreling with Albert?

Not yet, but I intend to. That shameless, wanton creature.

Who are you talking about?

That big, George Jezebel Emma Callan.

She rolls her eyes and Albert turns to water.

Miss Callan is betrothed to Mr. Fogarty.

I have it on good authority that she received Albert at her house alone.

Gossick.

I think not. Have you asked Albert?

He flew into a passion and accused me of harbouring unworthy suspicion.

As I have no doubt there.

It's awfully well for you to speak.

You and James are a matched pair and anyone less likely to kick over the traces than James.

I cannot imagine.

But Albert has always been susceptible to the blandishments of painted harpies like that, that creature.

So his notion of security was to make a parcel of the in-line and deliver it straight into the hands of Fogarty.

What do you have to say to that Chandler?

I do not have to justify myself.

You know, your soldiers are for one and a half thousand shares.

Explain, Robert.

Look, Albert could never have won the election to the being chairman of the company with my support or without it.

Now rubbish. I would have won hands down.

I am sorry Albert, but that was not my opinion.

James, yes, you know we could at least have made a fight for it.

You're under the circumstances. It was my duty to make the best deal that I could.

For yourself.

Look, I was offered cullen shares, which are at least paying a dividend.

But no, I insisted upon our own shares, which as far as I can see, I'd yet pay not one penny.

But do have a market value.

1,500 shares. You were well paid for your bit of jicanaery.

From now on, you're proxies with us. Now you remember that.

Alright?

And he might not have made such a bad bargain after all.

A paper bargain. With Fogarty in the chair, the golden nugget will never be built.

No, it's more than paper. Miss Callan held 48,000 shares.

She parted with 1,500 to Robert. That leaves a 46.5. We held 45,000.

And now with my 1,500 shares, we also now have 46.5 thousands.

There we are, even.

But with Fogarty in command.

Well, we must give Fogarty something else to think about.

Such as?

Well, I think it's time we met with the strike leaders, eh?

No more credit.

You know perfectly well, Mrs. Jessup.

Look, with your husband out on strike for more than two weeks now, there'll be no more money coming in.

But as soon as your husband comes to his senses and leads those poor Miss Guided Men back to honest work, the better it'll be for all.

Now that's my last word.

Sure, and my staff, so your needens can make a profit at both ends.

That's the last you'll see of my custom. Good day to you, Mrs. Orrney.

Some people simply do not know the meaning of the word gratitude.

Now what can I do for you, Ed?

Well, I'll start with six pounds of flour, two pounds of flour, three shillings of the vambe, beef and two large air-tikes of boiled mutton.

Pretty men's are outrageous.

No ship-owner in the lank will possibly agree to such terms.

Well, no, a ship will move until you do.

We have been patient, thus far hoping that, er, common sense would prevail.

Patient? You haven't been patient.

You've simply waited until your ships have been discharged and loaded.

Now they're ready to sail.

You imagine you can bring matters to a head by a direct challenge to our authority.

Well, you are mistaken, Mr. Fogarty mistaken.

You're not dealing with a mindless mob now.

We are disciplined and we are organized.

There's been no rioting.

No pillaging, no damage.

Your ships are safe and they will remain safe.

Unless...

Unless what, Jessup?

Unless you force our hand.

I'll not give into wild threats, Jessup.

There's nothing wild about them, mister.

I can find crews fast enough.

This town is overflowing with able-bodied men.

Eager and willing to ship aboard any scallop floats.

Scab and black-legged labor.

Protected by the police and amelicia.

Well, you try it, mister Fogarty. You try it.

And our consequences will be on your own head.

Our threats will get you nowhere, Jessup.

Now we must discuss this, my darling.

Discourse? There's nothing to discuss.

I reject these so-called proposals in their entirety.

In that case, mister Fogarty, you appear to be wasting both mister Jessup's and my time.

Dollymandy, five pounds a month!

Double their present wages.

Well, if you're prepared to bankrupt yourself on eating, I'm not.

Kalan and company has 26 ships. Do you realize what that will cost you?

To meet such a claim?

Nine of your ships are tied up in port and three more.

Three more waiting for birth.

Now you cost that out, mister Fogarty.

I know you have all Jessup, you're the troublemaker.

Now I'll break this track and you are the gentleman.

I have counted the cost and I think we should postpone this meeting until later.

Until both parties have a time to reconsider their position.

No further, I need in.

I'm going to board my ship.

Have you agreed to our terms? No.

Are you prepared to discuss them? No.

And you and your ship stay put.

That's your parallel, I need in.

That's your parallel.

James, I think we should give way a little.

Well, throw him a sock.

And what do you have in mind?

Well, the provisions.

A proper dietary scale is long overdue.

There speaks the true Chandler.

Philanthropy on the one hand and cattle on the other.

Oh, look where's Ham. I want my dinner.

She's way down at the shop again.

The way she's been buying in stuff lately, anybody thinks she's laying up for a siege.

You won't.

Look who's here.

Mr. Jessup.

How well are you?

You owe us eight pence a day for...

That's your pleasure.

Many words as you like, Mr. Medium.

It's fine we agreed on the subject matter.

I have two ships ready for sea.

Captain Bays here will take out the starter Bethlehem and I shall be in command of the Charlotte Roads.

We'll end up.

What?

Well, I'll read you our terms and you can take them out tomorrow.

Don't.

And they stay alongside.

Do you agree to our terms or not?

Well, now I have some counter-proposals.

And keep them in your pocket.

Don't be a fool, Jessup.

You must know no owners prepared to accept all your terms,

but some individual owners might be prepared to take this or that part of your proposals.

And which part?

Or parts, do you have in mind?

Well, now.

Um...

I'd say from now on,

any ships sailing under the Anita flag will feed full and plenty.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Now words.

Words.

You spell it out, Anita.

It's all here.

Now that a half of me, today, fresh when available, substitutes are stated here on the...

Expenses a day for short Russians.

It's all there written down.

I can't read.

Well, Jessup, can.

All right.

All right, here.

What else?

Well, now, you ask for the 96 hour week.

Thereafter, over time at 4 pence an hour.

I'll offer you 100 hour week with 2 pence an hour thereafter,

unless of course the safety of the ship is at stake.

Safety of the ship.

There's a loophole for a master to drive through.

100 hours.

No.

Now, we're not sleeping day and night in poor clean out holes at tops of time.

Tops at sea.

Form is in poor.

Form is in if required.

All right.

There's plenty of cheap labor abroad.

What else?

Five pounds a month is our goal in price.

It's gonna pay you five pounds a month.

Take that out of your head.

What's your offer then?

Well...

I'll give you an increase of fat shillings a month, not a penny more.

You can see three pounds a month.

Down to minimum wage.

That's over time.

All right.

I'll put your proposals before the council.

Oh, uh, just another thing.

If I agree to your terms, you must agree to mine.

Terms?

Well, if I'm the only owner to strike a bargain,

I must have some advantages.

You can rest assured, Mr. Onedian,

that no callonship will move unless Mr. Fokkerty matches your conditions.

Yes, well, that's all I wanted to know.

You have our word of it.

Oh, good.

Well, um, good day, then, gentlemen.

Captain Bays.

Come with me.

I want you clear for Philadelphia tomorrow.

Philadelphia.

Yes, nice fat, Kalen cargo, right for the picking-up.

Come on.

move your.

Delivering our

quarters.

Christmas dream night,

but here are your

warm.

Spore.

I don't know what there is.

I don't know.

There is less or less of your

admission.

No.

Pardon?

It's the Sixth century,

but it's ten years ago.

salvage.

No.

There were things for me to find.

That, there are so many Stuff on the thor hug.

The law says for me.

Later, ShPs,

and I know that no foodFavorite owner,

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with the representatives of the owners,

has met with an obstinate refusal

to meet the basis of our demand.

There is one exception, however.

The O'Neenian line

has gone a long way to meet those demands.

Your council have therefore agreed

that any shit sailing under the O'Neenian flag

will be allowed to sail.

Aye!

Blackbitch!

Come here, you little fool!

Get over there!

Oh!

Oh!

Get over there!

Get over there!

Oh!

Aye!

Get over there!

Aye!

screaming

Let's go home, Mr. Baines.

It's all over.

Let's go home.

Let's go home.

I don't know.

Blundering idiot, fuck it.

Is it all over now?

Fogarty and his bully boys have broken the strike.

Now we can start chanting the cost.

But one of his ships right down to the water line.

Rick did dock office, then set fire to three warehouses.

And the mobs used that as an excuse to go right through the town wrecking everything.

And Mr. Jessup?

Arrested with the other members of his so-called council.

What happened to them?

I don't doubt their own stew in prison for a while.

That's monstrous.

No doubt, but it is the law.

What's that you're doing?

Provisions.

What for?

Your quarrel's been with a seaman, not with their wives and children.

You mean to say that I've been supporting strikers out in the own pocket?

No, James, out of my pocket.

And not strikers, but their unfortunate families.

It comes to the same thing, may I remind you, Anne, that every penny that you possess comes from my purse.

Not yours.

A man is from my housekeeping. You've not suffered.

Housekeeping is not wages. A wife doesn't have property.

I am no chattel, James.

Neither you nor anyone else will deny me the right to spend my money.

My own money in any way that I choose.

You do not hold title to money.

Her husband futs the bills. I mean, housekeeping might be the wife's province,

but the money that she receives for it is at her husband's forbearance.

Well, the devil, do you think you're going with that?

To Mrs. Jessup. As her husband's in prison, she cannot rely upon his forbearance.

Anne, you live this house against my express wishes and you needn't bother to come back.

I mean what to say.

Yes, James. I see that you do.

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