All language subtitles for titanic.blood.and.steel.2012.s01e04.1080p.bluray.x264-stripped

What are these
bastards doing here?

Come on, Emily. Come on.

Pleased with yourself, are you?

What?

You know what I'm talking about.

You, Larkin and
your brother-in-law.

You get us on the streets,
you get us to march.

You promise us victory,

but it ends up with us
being run down by the Army.

The Army shot and
killed my brother-in-law.

All I'm saying...
What are you saying?

Whatever it is, I'd like to hear
you say it to his face, to mine.

Walter's dead and...
Leave it, Jimmy.

No, no, wait, wait.

Well?

Jimmy says it's a Catholic
plot for Home Rule.

Unbelievable. You hiding
behind a wee boy now, are you?

You think we organized this to
bring the country to its knees?

Us Catholics?

Well, didn't ya?

You think I'd sacrifice my sister's
husband for better wages? Is that it?

Who stood to gain from it?

Catholics? Don't be stupid, man.

The march was forced
into our part of town.

A riot was deliberately provoked
so it could be blamed on us.

The employers want us divided

and they used my religion,
your religion to achieve that.

They did their work well.

Frankly, that's what needs
to be happening if we do.

Excuse me.

Stop there, stop there!

Name?

Miss Silvestri, you're not
employed here anymore.

What? Why?

We don't need troublemakers.

You can't do this.

Oh, yes, I can.

I came to say thank
you for helping me.

Oh, I specialize in
damsels in distress.

I didn't see where you came
from, but suddenly you were there.

Same for me. You
just suddenly appeared.

Anyway, thank you.

I'm sorry to hear about
your friend's husband.

You came to the funeral.

Mmm-hmm.

Why did you come?

To pay my respects.

But you didn't know him.

No, but I know the concept
of justice and injustice.

I was mourning both the loss of
a man and the loss of innocence.

You're a romantic.

Or naive. You choose.

A naive romantic.

You're not like other
management here.

No.

Perhaps it's
because I've traveled.

Perhaps I've some perspective.

No, there is something else.

Well, when you find out
what it is, you let me know

and I'll bottle it and
sell it in the streets.

How's your other friend?
The one who was injured.

Um...

He's still at our house.

They were worried
about his sight,

but with rest, it
should be fine.

Hmm.

And how do you know him?

He's apprentice to my father.

I have to go now.

See you soon.

Yes.

I didn't order troops to
be posted at the gates.

Well, who put them there?

Yes, I understand you
were following orders.

What I'm trying to
ascertain is who gave...

Fine. Thank you.

London gave the orders!
They wanted a show of strength.

This is the United Kingdom, not
some far-flung colonial outpost.

Don't they understand the
tensions this will inflame?

What's the
situation in the yard?

There's tension, naturally.

But I think we just do what
sensible men should do.

We talk and we keep talking.

You've started a dialogue.

We have to keep the men engaged.

Ships don't get built when
the workforce is on strike.

Yes, I wish other people in the
city could hear your words, Thomas.

Well, whether it's
fear or negotiation,

some strikes have
been called off.

Stokes' men have
gone back to work.

The coal supplies
have been restored.

Business as usual,
Stokes is saying.

Half of me is pleased.

The other half feels hollow.

I don't know which
instinct to trust.

Are you all right, sir?

Mr. McCann to see you, sir.

Ah, McCann! Come in.

Please, sit.

I prefer to stand, My Lord.

Why?

I just do.

Well, either we sit and
we're at the same level,

or you make me stand.

Which is it to be?

We have more in common
than you might think.

We both build ships.

We're both sons of Belfast.

Although I was born in Canada

and I was brought
back here as a child,

so I suppose you have
the upper hand on that one.

I want you to know that
the soldiers at the gate

have nothing to do with me.

I didn't ask that
they should be there.

Who did? The government.

They want all key buildings and
industries to have a military presence.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I believe it's wrong.

And beyond that, I know
how it might be interpreted

on both sides of
the religious divide.

I think the interpretation
has already been made.

Yes, that is what worries me.

We build the best
ships in the world,

and in doing so, we
put food in our mouths,

shoes on our feet and
educate our children.

And that is what
is at stake here.

Your workmanship, my leadership.

That's what builds reputations.

But reputations can
vanish in a moment.

I want us to work together.

My door is always
open to you and anyone.

You only have to knock.

Have I made myself clear?

You have, My Lord.

Thank you for coming to see me.

Sir, a Mrs. Hill.

Mrs. Hill. Please stay.

Michael?

Mrs. Hill, please, sit.

Your brother was here on other
business, but under the circumstances,

I think it's probably
right that he should stay.

Mrs. Hill, I would
like to pass on

my personal condolences
on the loss of your husband.

I know these will be
difficult times for you.

I'd like you to accept

a personal offer of help.

No, I couldn't.

Losing your husband
is bad enough,

but losing his income
at the same time...

No. I can't.

Emily. I don't want charity.

I won't be bought.

Mrs. Hill, you misunderstand.

I thank you for the offer,
but the answer is no.

Emily, he means to help.

With all due respect, I
don't need your money.

My wage will be enough for me.

I understand and
respect your position

even though my offer was not in
the spirit that you consider it to be.

It was not my
intention to insult you,

and I apologize if
you believe that I have.

Thank you.

Both of you.

Thank you, My Lord.

Emily.

Emily.

He only wanted to help.

Anything I get from
them I will earn.

I'll not take their money
just to rid them of guilt.

He's not like other employers.

No?

Walter died fighting for
people like you and me.

I can't put a stain
on his memory

by accepting their blood money.

What in God's name do
you think you're doing?

Who gave you the
authority to order this?

You did, Mr. Andrews,
when you gave me this job.

No, we discussed the
steel pressing issue.

No, we did not discuss it.

I said there were
impurities in the steel plate

and you assured me
that the steel complied

with the Board of
Trade regulations.

Any other form of discussion
was not entered into.

What are you trying to prove?

Exactly what I have
proved, Mr. Andrews.

That there is nothing
wrong with the raw steel.

Well...

But I've also
proved that I'm right.

Something is going wrong
between the delivery of the raw steel

and the delivery of
the same steel as plates

that will make up
the hull of the Titanic.

That's not possible.

In theory, yes.

But in practice, no.
Let me show you.

This, right here, is an
exact representation

of the raw steel as it
leaves Colville and Sons.

Well, nothing wrong there.

This is the same steel ingot

having been rolled and
pressed into steel plate by me.

Again, nothing wrong.

This is the steel plate
we've been receiving.

More impurities. Yeah.

Something's going wrong
at the rolling company.

All these impurities should
be oxidized with the heat.

Hmm.

Get out there and see
what's going wrong.

Well done. You
did the right thing.

You'd have done the same.

I saw in your office
you've a picture of Brunel.

Yes, I do.

There was a time, Dr. Muir,

I was a great deal more
like you than you'd imagine.

A time when the
engineer ruled the world.

I fear now that role
belongs to the accountant.

I would appreciate it if,
under the circumstances,

you would make this a priority.
Yours, et cetera, et cetera.

Mrs. Hill.

Have you heard a word I said?

I beg your pardon?

Mrs. Hill, these are
very important letters.

I know, I'm sorry.

We'll start again.

To Melville and Sons,
Fleet Road, Portsmouth...

Mrs. Hill, if your
mind is elsewhere,

if you've come back to work
too early, then I suggest...

Emily. Emily, you
shouldn't be here.

I have to be.

Listen to me,
Emily. It's too soon.

It's too soon.

I keep seeing his face.
His blood on my hands.

They killed him.

I know.

They murdered him.

They murdered him.

Oh, please, Emily.

I understand that
she's lost her husband,

but if she's unable
to do the job,

then perhaps we should
get someone else in who can.

I wouldn't have let
her cross the threshold.

She'd only poison the other
women with her radical views.

Don't you agree, Dr. Muir?

I think Lord Pirrie is best
placed to run his own business.

Employ whoever he wishes.

You don't think the
man's gone a bit soft, no?

This is the moment
when we should be

coming down hard on
the seeds of rebellion.

And what does
Pirrie do? Nothing.

And when you do nothing,
it breeds malcontent.

Could it not also breed trust?

Trust?

The only people who trust Pirrie

are the Catholics
who work for him.

And they trust him to let their
ideas spread and take root.

Well, that's not my experience.

Well now, with all respect,

your experience of this
city is somewhat limited.

Oh, so that means I'm
not entitled to an opinion?

Well...

What does Mrs. Hatton think?

Mrs. Hatton thinks
what I tell her to think!

And I would have thought

you might have observed
the way the Catholics operate

within Harland & Wolff, from
your position in management.

Hmm?

Oh, I have, Mr. Hatton.

Believe me, I have.

Why don't you join your father?

Sorry.

He's just not used to anything
other than his own opinion.

Listen, I think I've imposed on
your hospitality for long enough.

You've all been
very kind, but...

I think it's time I
found my own place.

You don't need to.

I know, but I think my absence
might help to restore some

harmony.

Whatever suits you.

I'll miss you, Dr. Muir.

You're very kind.

I'll tell your husband
in the morning.

It is you.

I could smell your skin.

Yes.

Oh, it's good you're here.

How are you feeling?

Better.

No. Stay.

I'm not sleeping
as much as I was.

I sleep when everyone
is out of the house.

But it's too long
without company.

Please.

The doctor says we can take off

the bandage in a couple of days.

He thinks you'll see
perfectly well again.

So I will see your face again.

Yes.

You will.

Now rest.

Kiss me.

Andrea.

Just one.

To feel your lips on my cheek.

Please.

Sofia.

Thank you.

Good night.

He's a good man.

Where is your sister?

I don't know.

It's a scandal.

All I did was go on the march.

They stood there, protected
by soldiers, singling us out.

What threat are you to them?

You're just a young
woman trying to earn a living.

It's too late to
do anything now.

Is it?

What do you mean?

We could burn the place down.

And then all the other
women lose their jobs? No.

How's your father taking it?

How do you think?

Things are hard enough without
me not bringing any money in.

You want me to go talk to him?

If you don't mind being killed
by a furious Italian, go ahead!

Maybe I'll walk you
to the end of the street

and we'll forget
about the killing bit.

He won't be asleep yet.

Well, we don't have
to go straight home.

Ah.

I bet you had a lot of girlfriends
when you were in the Army.

You're kidding, right?
It was like a monastery.

So, when did you
last kiss a girl?

About two seconds ago.

Now my father has even
more reason to kill you.

Oh, is that right?

Hey!

To what temperature
do you heat the steel?

1,500 degrees Fahrenheit.

Show me.

Wait! This steel, it's not
yet reached 1,500 degrees.

Dr. Muir, my men have been
working steel all their lives.

They know how to
judge a temperature.

At 1,500 degrees,
it burns orange.

Yes, but not this new
steel. It's made up differently.

It burns orange
at 1,400 degrees.

The impurities are still in it.

You need to leave it in longer,

let it burn brighter,
from orange to white.

Right.

Yes, that's more like it.

I'll need a sheet from each
batch to bring back and examine.

Just like this. From
now on. Every time.

I'll have it done.

Thank you.

Have you seen Miss Silvestri?

Everyone's gone home.

Don't you know what time it is?

And Andrews?

Left two hours ago.

Right.

Hello, stranger.

Hello, Kitty.

Have you been avoiding me?

Where were you last weekend?

I expected to see
you at the party.

Yes. Sorry about that.

Probably just bored rigid by the thought
of having to socialize with my friends.

I didn't say that.

Why shouldn't you
be? I'm bored by them.

Do you have any plans?

No.

Neither do I. Luck, isn't it?

I've been waiting ages
to casually bump into you.

Where to?

What?

You're a strange one, Mark
Muir. I said, "Where to?"

We could drive up the coast and
find somewhere quiet and remote.

Or we could drive into the hills

and find somewhere
quiet and remote.

Which quiet and
remote would you prefer?

I don't mind.

For heaven's sake,
a woman's asking you

to take control
of the situation.

Do I have to make
all the running here?

I'm just trying to be polite.

Don't be.

If I wanted polite and inane, I
would stay at home with Ashley.

In either location, a blanket
on the ground will be the same.

It'll just be the
scenery that's different.

You have this all
worked out, don't you?

Oh, don't sound so shocked.

I didn't notice any resistance

when I tip-toed
into your bedroom.

Perhaps that's it.

Maybe you're the type
who likes to be submissive.

No. I prefer
relationships to be equal.

Oh, don't worry. This
isn't a relationship.

Unless you're the secret son of
a millionaire, a duke, industrialist?

I'm not.

Shame.

Anyway, I'm destined
for Ashley Stokes.

Rich,

dull and not very bright.

Complete opposite to you.

So, what is this?

This is sex and fun, darling.

Probably the only place we
can meet and be ourselves.

I'm not sure that this is
where I can be myself.

Well, of course you can.

Don't let's argue.
Life's too short.

It is.

I'm sorry, Kitty.

Sorry? What are you doing?

I'm turning you down.

Gently, but I am
turning you down.

Right.

Sorry. Yeah.

Ready? Yeah.

Sorry, sorry.

Is the light too painful?

No. No.

Sofia?

Mmm?

I didn't think I'd
see you again.

You be careful.

You told me why
you came back here,

but if I were you, I'd get out.

With your education, you
can go anywhere in the world.

This is home.

It's a dangerous
game you're playing.

I haven't told them any lies.

You haven't told them
the whole truth either.

Have you thought about Canada?
Some big ships come out of Canada.

Why would I want
to go to Canada?

I want to stay here
and build this ship.

What about Australia or Africa?

There's plenty of places a man
like you can make his fortune.

You shouldn't have come back.

Why?

Why do you want me to leave?

Because this city is poison.

I need you back in two hours.

Yes, Mr. Hatton.

What exactly is it you do?

I draw magnified samples
of steel from a microscope.

It's just getting to
be rather a habit.

So what do you see?

I see a lot of streaks.

Not like before,
but like the first time.

Brilliant. I'll make a chemistry
student out of you yet.

And what does that mean?

They are impurities in the
steel. Carbon and manganese.

And do we want these?

No, we don't.

No, we very much
don't. You are too good.

I've got a very good teacher.

Yes, you do.

Which means we've discovered...

You have discovered.

With your assistance,

exactly what the rolling company
are doing to the new steel.

What is it? Don't you know?

No, we never got to
that part in the lessons.

No, you're right,
we didn't. My fault.

What they're doing wrong is, they're
not heating it to the right temperature.

You see, when you heat
steel, as the temperature rises,

the impurities fall off.
Yet these are still here.

But they must know
what the temperature is.

Not necessarily, you see,
and that's the clever part,

which we will cover
in our next lesson.

Keep drawing.

I can't sign this.

Sorry?

"Separate" is spelled
A-R-A-T-E, not E-R-A-T-E.

You do know how to spell?

I'm sorry.

I would've thought with your late
husband being a school teacher,

the art of spelling
might've rubbed off on you.

You are qualified for the job?

You know I am, sir.

Actually, I don't.

I know I inherited you from
the previous office manager.

You know, it might be an idea to
see if you are completely suitable.

I don't know what you mean.

Perhaps you might like
to sit a test for the job?

We could get other
candidates to sit it too,

and the best suited
will fill the role.

What would happen to me if
you gave my job to someone else?

I'm sure we might find something
a little less taxing for you.

What would happen if I
refused to take the test?

Then we'd say goodbye.

Just a thought, Mrs. Hill.

Why didn't you say something?

I can't believe you
didn't say anything.

What could I say?

He was humiliating me.

If that was you, I would've
stood up and said something.

Maybe you're getting
too close to management.

That's not fair, Emily.

Isn't it?

Is that the last one?

It is.

What are you waiting for?

Jimmy, quit slacking.
Away and get a box of rivets.

Conor, go with him.

Good job, the Army
killing your brother-in-law.

One less Catholic
to worry about.

Hey, lads, there's a fight!

Conor!

Move. Go on, move back.

Quit it! Quit it! What do you
think this is, a schoolyard?

Stop it right there! Jimmy!

Step back! Step back
or you lose your jobs!

He's a bastard!

You, it's your last warning.

Next time, you're
out of this yard.

And you, sort your squad out.

It won't happen again.

What are you looking
at? Get back to work!

Right, so this is
Plate A, the original.

This is Plate B, the
one I brought back

that was heated to
the correct temperature.

Watch this.

Point well made.

Thankfully, we'll only lose
the ones that are stockpiled.

Yeah, luckier yet

that we didn't discover this
after half the hull was built.

Ever thought about looking into

what coal we're putting
into the furnaces?

One thing at a time. We've
solved the issue of the steel.

Yes, but it's related.

There's a Welsh coal that
burns at a higher temperature.

You're proposing we
ship it in from Wales?

Yes. Granted, it's more
expensive per ton but...

I'll get Mr. Jordan
to do a costing.

We'll see how the
numbers turn out.

But well done on
the steel temperature.

I need to talk to you
about something.

What you do in
your private life,

of course, is none
of my business.

I don't think I follow.

In Belfast, things are done
differently from the mainland.

People from different traditions

and religions do
not mix as freely.

What are you trying to say?

I speak to you as a friend.

It simply doesn't do to be seen
showing excessive friendships

to Catholic colleagues.

I don't see why that
should matter to you.

Because even a mere suggestion
of romance across this divide

can ruin a man.

Ruin the woman, too.

Jobs can be lost.

People can be driven out of their
homes by their own community.

My advice to you is
to keep your distance.

You say I've been seen?

By whom?

Does it really matter?

The important thing is
that someone has noticed.

If you act now, you
might be able to avoid the

inevitable consequences.

And you say this
to me as a friend?

I am.

Twenty-five
double-ended boilers.

Four single-ended.

Making a total of 162 furnaces,

consuming approximately
600 tons of coal a day.

This lot should
really make it go, eh?

Yes, it should
really make it go.

Good. No, not good. Incredible.

I've drawn up designs
for a quadrant davit.

It lowers four
lifeboats at a time.

Is that necessary?

It means that there's
a place in a lifeboat

for every passenger
and member of crew.

That's a lot of davits.

The regulations
are going to change.

If we do this, we'll be
ahead of that change.

The regulations in
place are 20 years old.

They've served us well enough.

But they were introduced for
ships a fraction of Titanic's size.

I should like to instruct Welin
to manufacture a prototype.

Good. Let's do it.

Are we on schedule
and on budget?

More or less.

We've had a lot to
contend with lately.

I know, but more or less is not
an answer I can give Mr. Morgan.

I have to go back
with a schedule.

I don't think we've ever
proved ourselves unreliable

in terms of schedule
or delivery. Have we?

No, but the world is watching.

This ship seems to
have a life of its own.

Yes, she certainly does.

We have a very real concern

that the religious and
union tensions here

will affect delivery of
any White Star ships.

I am doing all in my power to
prevent any stoppages at the yard.

Then let me be blunt, William.

Carlton tells me you favor a more
liberal approach to the workforce

rather than being firm.

Are you asking me to condone the
use of arms against my workforce?

Oh, hello.

Fudge?

What are you doing here?

An experiment,

to see how long it will take before
you can no longer resist a piece of fudge.

Is that an experiment?

Oh, the world's an experiment.

Fudge is made up by the chemical
interaction of different substances.

Is it? Hmm.

As is the melting process
when you pop it into your mouth

and the sugar dissolves.

Mmm.

Like this?

Mmm.

I was wrong.

I thought you would
be able to resist

the temptation for
as long as possible.

Would you like to go for a walk?

Yes.

Shall we?

There is something
lonely about you.

You like to make me laugh.

But you don't want me too close.

I don't think that's true.

I quite like you close.

You see, you are doing it again.

Are you close to your mother?

That's why you don't know
how you should be with a woman.

Am I right?

Impressive.

Thank you.

Where did you learn that?

I'm a woman.

We know these things.

Men think they are in
control, but they aren't.

Women are.

We just let you think you are.

Huh.

I've been ignorant
of that my entire life!

Yes, but not just you.

All men.

You see, men never
grow up. They stay boys.

That's why you try
and make me laugh.

But not women? No.

Girls mature.

We see the world for what it is.

We know what is
right or what is wrong.

What is fair and unfair.

That might be true.

But...

I bet you can't walk backwards.

What?

I bet you can't walk backwards.

Come on. Come on.

Show me what you got. Come on.

See? I can do it. I can...

Don't ever grow up.

I won't.

Ireland for the Irish?
Pure sentimentality.

Isn't there a growing momentum?

Let's see where next
year's elections lead us.

Where do you stand
on this issue, William?

Well, I'm obviously one of
those pure sentimentalists.

Nonsense.

We've been running
this country for 300 years.

Think what would happen
if the native population

once more gained control. Think!

It'd drive the country
back into the Dark Ages.

Wouldn't the Catholics take
retribution against the Protestants?

Precisely. We would be in a
minority in our own country.

There would be anarchy.

Can you imagine major companies

entrusting an Irish
population with their contracts?

And on what do you
base this low opinion

of the native population, Henry?

It is well known they are
lazy and tend to fecklessness.

The whole thing would fall
apart. I mean, whatever next?

Our colonies in
Africa and India?

The proposition is absurd.

Well then, just let's allow
democracy to take its course.

Democracy?

Another vastly
overrated institution.

That's why we
should build this ship.

Show the world what
powerful people can do.

And what's at stake

if that power should crumble.

Titanic.

Titanic.

Titanic.

Michael, he can't go.

Tell him we need him.

Union headquarters
thinks we're being

too provocative
toward the government.

We're being provocative?

It wasn't us that put the
Army on the streets or...

Well, apparently, I'm making their
position on the mainland difficult.

Where are you headed?

Dublin. Michael, tell him.

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

Papa?

Sofia? Is that you?

Should you be out of bed?

Can you see all right?

No headaches? No.

I'll get you some food. Please.

Let's talk.

You need to eat.
We can talk later.

Can we talk now?

Come on.

Marry me.

Andrea, we talked about this.

We said we'd think about it,

and I had time to
do a lot of thinking.

No, you said
we'd think about it.

I said we'd get
on with our lives.

But you're the woman
I want to be my wife.

But I don't want that.

But you will.

No, I don't.

I won't, Andrea.

Andrea. Andrea, leave me.

Andrea, leave me.

I'm sorry, Sofia. I'm so sorry.

Sofia! Please!

Sofia!

Dad.

How have you been?

Come on, let's get inside. MARK:
You want to go and get some food?

Come on. Why don't
we just go down...

Just do as I say. Come on.

Malone!

Come on. Come on. You bastards!

Come back, you coward!

Just get upstairs
and let me deal with it.

What are you doing?
Leave it, Bernard!

You never came back for her.

Bernie, come on!

Siobhan died because
of you, Marcus Malone.

What are you talking about?

You killed my daughter.

You never came back for her.

Filthy bastard!

Come on. Come on. What?

Let me go.

She died of TB.

Is that what you told him?

She died in childbirth.

With your child.

And you abandoned her.