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What I'm proposing, Hearst, is
that I give you exclusive rights

to all the news and information

that I receive from the Titanic.

But this will be in real time.

News sent directly
to New York using

the latest Marconi
wireless technology.

Yeah. It happens
on the ship one day,

it appears in your
newspapers the next.

I still need another man to
supervise the carpet fitters

and another to check the
second class cabins' furnishings

against the designs.
I would remind you,

we've only got a
week before sailing.

I shall need your nominees
for the Guarantee Group

by the end of the day. Aye.

We have nothing to do
with hiring musicians here.

You need Black Brothers Agency in
Liverpool. They handle all the bookings.

Do I look like a
bloody musical agent?

This is the way forward, Hearst.

The whole globe linked
by rail, ship, and electricity.

It's a big opportunity for me.

I can't pass it up.

I understand.

Come with me.

Come to America.

I just have this feeling
if I go and you stay...

I wish I knew what to say.

Well, what does your heart say?

I don't know.

It's mute. It's stifled.

Between the Andrews offer,

and the way I feel about you,

and my daughter being
so close in Belfast...

I feel like I'm
being pulled apart.

You need to make your mind up

because in one week,
I'm getting on that ship

and I'm going to New York.

What do you mean the
crossing has been canceled?

Just that, madam.

On whose authority?

Yours is not the only
crossing canceled, madam.

Many ships have been
affected by the coal strike.

This is ridiculous. I
demand a crossing!

Madam, there's nothing I can do.

You can't transfer
me to another vessel?

Well, there is the Titanic.

Belfast, from Southampton,
Cherbourg, and...

Queenstown. I know.

And all points west.

I'll take it.

It's an extra six pounds.

You're right to be concerned.

Production has pretty
much ground to a halt.

Derbyshire, Notts, South Wales,

most of the pits are out.

This strike is out of control.

So you believe there's
no hope of a settlement?

Not according to my sources.

The government won't budge,
you see. They want to make a point.

I'll keep you informed.
How are your reserves?

Getting ever lower.

I need 6,000 tons

of top-grade Welsh for
Titanic's maiden voyage.

You can forget about the Welsh.

You may make do with whatever
you can get your hands on.

Well, don't let me down.

I can't promise you anything
other than to do my best.

Bloody union leaders,
I'd shoot them all.

Ah, look, help me.

I'm trying to do it.

The boy will be late
for his own baptism

if we don't leave now.

We have plenty of time.

I promised Father Thomas
we would be there at 11:00.

And we will, if you stop
fussing and let us get ready.

How can you talk
to me like this?

Ah, never mind.

Soon you'll be far away

and we will not, er,
trouble each other.

He's still mad at me.

Do you think?

It'll pass. You know Papa.

You haven't said
much about me going.

What's there to say?

I'm sorry if you
think I'm leaving you.

I don't blame you.

I'm happy for you, Sofia.

A trip to America. A new start.

Yes.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Amen.

I anoint thee with
the chrism of salvation

in the same Jesus
Christ, Our Lord.

Amen.

Receive the white
raiment of innocence.

Jesus Christ!

Michael!

Receive the white
raiment of innocence.

Preserve it pure and unspotted

until the day of Jesus Christ,
that thereby thou mayest enter

into eternal life.

Oh, Michael!

Michael.

I've missed you so much.

It's good to be home.

When you didn't come
back for Conor's funeral,

tell the truth, I was worried.

I hoped it was bad blood
and not something else.

It was nothing like that.

He was my brother. I'd
have been there had I known.

Well, you're home now,

and that's the main thing.

So is it safe for you now?

For a few days.
At least, I hope so.

How long are you
thinking of staying?

I don't know.

So what will you do? Will
you go back down south?

No.

Ma...

I'm sorry.

I just need a fresh start.

Something just got
beaten out of me that night.

What do you mean?

I've booked passage to America.

I want to go to Chicago.

You shouldn't be
running from the fight,

you should be
heading straight for it.

I tried that, and lost.

So try again.

How? With a gun?

We will have a change.
By force, if necessary.

You think I haven't heard this?

"The South will rise.

"Rebellion is inevitable."

Needless bloodshed for what
will probably happen anyway.

I don't want blood on my hands.

I'm tired of the
struggle. I want a life.

A life in another country?

Yes.

Where class and
religion don't matter.

Where success is possible

if you're prepared
to work for it.

I took my beating.

Do you want me to
give my life as well?

I did my bit, too.

What about the
family? What about us?

You're being selfish!

No, I'm not.

And you'll see.

Signor Pietro.

I came to say goodbye.

I'm leaving Belfast.

For good.

Going back home?

I wish I could.

No, I'm going to America.

Giacomo has an uncle in Chicago.

America. Of course.

Everybody's going to America.

They say it's the
land of the free.

I wouldn't mind being free.

Free from everything.

From Sofia?

You're looking good.

How is your arm?

Fine.

Signor Pietro, I wanted
to come for a long time.

I realize my decision
not to work with you

must have been terrible
for you and your family.

I have come to offer
my profound apologies.

I'm sorry.

Good evening. Good evening.

Smells good.

Sofia.

You know, when I left Italy,

it was as an enemy of my father.

We never spoke again.

I know.

I dreamed of building us

the perfect life here.

But maybe that's not to be.

Life

does not turn out
the way you want it.

I was not angry with you.

I was angry with me.

You gave me
everything you could.

Go on, go on. Take it.

It's my gift to you.

I don't want us to
part as enemies.

Please, please.

No.

Thank you.

Ah...

Thank you, Papa.

It's because of
you I've come back.

Ma wrote me.

She told me how tough it's
been for you since Conor died,

so I came back
as fast as I could.

You're daft!

Am I?

I was worried.

Well, I'm fine.

Violetta,

I can't take the place of
my brother in your heart,

but I would be so good to you.

And your son.

Doesn't he need a father
more than anything?

Oh, Michael!

I love you.

All I want is to care for
you and for little Conor.

I know how you feel about me.

I'm not asking for miracles.

But I am asking you to marry me.

Let me be a father to your son.

Come with me to America.

Huh?

We could build a life there,

together.

You don't have to answer me now,

but promise me
you'll think about it.

Even the smallest
cabins have electric lights

and their own wash basin.

Three meals a day.

A choice of meat or fish.

So why don't you
sound more excited?

I don't know.

Michael has asked
me to marry him.

What?

It's true.

He asked me to marry
him and go to America.

And what did you say to him?

I haven't said anything.

Why?

I am considering it.

What are you
considering, Violetta?

Well, he is a good man, but...

But what?

I don't love him.

He'd be a father
to little Conor.

I knew you'd say that.

But the truth remains.

I don't love him.

Yes, but

sometimes love
has to be sacrificed.

Sometimes you don't get
everything you wish for.

Come in.

Good evening.

Let me get you a drink.

Thank you.

I haven't seen much
of you in the office.

I've been very busy.

Thanks.

I'm leaving in two days.

And you are not coming with me.

I can't.

My daughter is
somewhere in Belfast.

I understand.

I understand.

I really do.

We haven't been lucky, have we?

It's the way life is, I suppose.

We are taken by different tides.

By different events.

By hopes.

Breaks my heart
to leave you, Mark.

You know that, don't you?

I was dreaming of...

Of what would have happened
if I had gone to America

a couple of years ago.

And I met you
there, in New York,

instead of here.

I think we would
have met at a cafe.

Canal Street.

Broadway.

I would've been
sitting by the window,

sipping a cup of joe... Coffee.

And you would have come in and
asked me if the seat were taken.

I might have sat
at another table.

No.

You wouldn't have.

No.

And after we talked, then what?

I would have walked with
you wherever you wanted to go.

A job interview at
the New York Times.

Then I would have walked you
there, and I would have waited,

and then I would have
invited you to dinner.

Where?

Some place swanky.

To celebrate you
getting your job.

Reid's Steakhouse.

And then we
would've taken the train

to the amusement
park at Coney Island.

Holding hands.

And then we could have
gone for a walk on the beach.

Spoken of how it
reminded us of Ireland.

And then...

Oh, it sounds as like you're
doing a marvelous job, eh?

Not that I expected
anything less.

How long did you say
that emergency stop took?

850 yards from a
speed of 20 knots.

Oh, better than one
might expect. Yes.

Indeed. Sorry I wasn't there.

Will you be staying
for luncheon, Thomas?

Well, I wouldn't wish
to inconvenience you.

No, I'd like you to stay.

I'd be delighted.

Poor Margaret, she's rather
bearing the brunt of all this.

She is being just wonderful.

Just being herself.

Exactly!

I saw Churchill the other day.
Yes, he was kind enough to drop by.

Still smarting over our defeat
in the Commons, of course.

Blames the Prime Minister for
not putting his back behind the bill.

But then again, you see, he
commented that perhaps Ireland

was not quite ready after all.

You know, Thomas,

I so hoped that our
ship would be a symbol

of what might have
been achieved,

if differences are
put to one side.

A cause of rejoicing
in the hearts of men,

be they rich or poor, Catholic or
Protestant, Unionist or Nationalist.

A unifying force.
That was my vision.

Well, we did get her built.

And with a remarkable
lack of acrimony.

Yes, but what's
the wider picture?

How have we left Belfast?

A ship is a machine,
a thing of the moment.

It's what lasts that matters.

I believe good has come of it.

The agreement with the workers.

Real conversation between
management and the union.

You did that, Uncle. You.

Well, let's hope you're right.

Or perhaps you're
just saying this

to comfort me in my decision?

What do you mean?

Did Margaret not tell you?

No.

I am not coming back to Belfast.

Why?

It saddens me too much.

I'll communicate my
decision to the board,

and I'm sure there'll
be no objection to you

being confirmed as
Chairman in my place.

Uncle, really...

You are ready.

And you're there by
merit. Nothing else.

I want you to sail
with her in my place.

I just haven't got the strength.

I shall have to content myself

with Ismay's carefully
managed reports in the press.

Ah, thank you for coming.

Take a seat.

There's been a change of plan.

With the coal supplies?

No, I think we've
dealt with that.

We've managed to divert
supplies from other liners to Titanic.

No, this is about Lord Pirrie.

What happened?

Nothing, he's getting better.

But his illness means that I will
be taking his place on the ship

as the official representative
of Harland & Wolff.

That's very appropriate.

And well-deserved.

Well, that may be, but it
leaves another vacancy,

as Head of the Guarantee Group.

And that's something
I'd like you to do.

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

Some people won't like it.

Well, they can go to blazes.

You're the best man.

And the job is yours,

if you decided to stay in
Belfast and with this company.

Slow down, boy, or
you'll hurt yourself!

Well done. Good lad!

Good man. Well on you!

I remember the last time
I watched you packing.

I'd thought I'd
never see ya again.

Yes, well, this time
it's only for three weeks.

Well, when you go tomorrow,

no stopping to say goodbye.

I'm not good with goodbyes.

Stop being so maudlin.

It's still a goodbye.

Yes, I know.

Michael. Sorry.

You wouldn't happen to know
a Brendan Byrne, would you?

He would've just
come in from sea.

Aye, Brendan. See that
fella there? That's him.

Thank you.

Brendan Byrne?

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Mark Muir, sir.

I wanted to talk to you
about your niece, Sarah.

Sarah?

And what's your interest?

I'm the girl's natural father.

Oh, Jesus.

I haven't seen herself
and her mum in a while.

They have not had good times.

She took up with some
drunk from the West Side.

I don't know if they're still
there, or living in the streets,

or if the child's been
taken into the poorhouse.

Do you have an address?

I do.

Go to your little girl, Doctor.
She could do with your help.

Any help you can give them.

I'll write it down for ya.

Move yourself in there, Joe!
You want the old squeeze box?

How's that for
timing? Help yourself.

Emily!

Sorry. Sorry.

I want to say a few
words about my daughter.

My beautiful daughter.

No, no. No, no, all I say is...

God bless you.

Sofia!

Sofia!

No, no, no. Please,
please, music.

Come on! Come on!
This is not a funeral.

Will I ever see
any of this again?

Or you?

Well, if things don't work out
here, I'll come and join you.

Why don't you just come anyway?

No. It's not for me.

No, I'm serious.

Why don't you come?

The big difference between me
and you is that you weren't born here,

which is a blessing in a way.

Gives you the freedom
to follow your heart.

But my fight is here,

and I know it.

Sisters together.

We are a sisterhood.

We found strength in
each other, and power.

And I'll never forget that.

It's something we
have to hang on to.

Oh, we will.

And I'm sorry I
can't stay with you.

Here. Fighting by your side.

You have your own fight.

And we'll write.

We bloody well will!

Every day.

Excuse me.

It's a lovely thing
to watch, isn't it?

A man with a baby boy.

That's what Conor missed.

No father to guide him.

His dad died too young.

A child needs a
father, Violetta.

Yes.

Really?

Yes.

I won't let you down.

Yes?

Mrs. Byrne?

No, mister, my name's Donovan.

I was told this was
where the Byrnes lived.

Yeah. Well, they did live
here, but they don't now.

Will you stop that!

Would you know of an
address or something?

I have no idea, mister.

Miss...

Please.

If you know anything or if you
know anyone who knows anything...

As far as I understand it,
they just took off and left.

All right, mister?

Well, gentlemen,

one half of our great
adventure is over.

We have conceived and
given birth to a mighty child.

It has not been achieved without
some sweat and some blood.

But as I see her at
the quayside, I realize

it is not just the ship that
has backbone of steel,

but the people who built her.

To Captain Smith, I say

take care of her.

Guide her gently and safely.

To all those who worked
on her, my heartfelt thanks.

I know that Lord
Pirrie feels the same.

It has been a
remarkable journey.

Good luck to all of us.

And God protect us.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you, Mr. Andrews.

I must get to her now, sir.

Good luck, Smith.

Thank you, sir.

Mark.

We've come quite
some way, haven't we?

Long way.

I'm glad we're sailing together.

Me, too.

See you on board.

Thank you.

Miss...

Burlington.

Burlington?

Yes, Kitty Burlington.

You were a friend
of Mark Muir's?

Yes, at one time.

We met.

We did, Miss...

Yaeger.

Oh, you're Mr. Morgan's friend.

That's right.

Very nice to see you again.

And you.

So what's taking
you to New York?

Grease paint.

I'm sorry?

Acting, my dear. I'm an actress.

Kitty Burlington. Of course!

I've read about you.

Many have.

Though, of course, not
much of what they have read

bears much
resemblance to the truth.

But naturally, being a
journalist, you'd know that.

Miss Burlington.

Thank you.

Is this first class?

Oh, yes, it is.

How tatty!

I've seen you in the West End.

What's bringing you to New York?

Broadway, of course.

And you, Mr...

Rex Reilly. I'm on my way
to California. I make movies.

You ever considered
the silver screen?

Not really. Is there much to it?

With a face like
yours, Miss Burlington,

very little.

I'll allow you to buy me a drink,
and then you can tell me more.

Well, it'd be an
honor. Shall we?

It's a big sturdy
ship you'll be on.

Yes, Ma, she's tight enough.

Let me have one last
hug of my wee grandson.

Here you are now, Conor.
Have a good trip now.

You'll have to watch
crying at nights.

He'll be disturbing all
the other passengers.

It'll be fine, and we'll write
as soon as we get to Chicago.

Now, now, now, now. Come on.

You're really brave, Mick.

What's this?

Aren't you supposed
to be the strong one?

Sofia, I'm so proud of you.

Thank you. Thank you, Papa.

Write every day.

Every day.

Every day.

I promise.

Oh, Papa, we'll miss you.

We better get aboard.
We'll miss the bloody thing.

Oh, Mary.

You take care of yourself now.

Take care of Papa.

I'll look after them. I promise.

I promise. Thank you.

Thank you.

Emily. Oh, dear, don't cry.

Oh, God!

Come on. Let's go.

Tickets, please. Michael,
Violetta, and Conor McCann.

Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma'am.

Sofia Silvestri. Thank you.

Go ahead.

Byrne. Eileen and Sarah Byrne.

Welcome aboard.

Revolting stuff!

I know, but it will
make you feel better.

Now!

She's sailing now.

This is better than I expected.

It's nice.

Hey there, little man.
What do you think?

He looks more and more
like his father every day.

Evening.

Mark.

Mark!