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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 neighbors.

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...

Or what?

Or I couldn't have come back.

Marcus Malone?

I could have never 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.

Before I left
Belfast, I was in love.

Let me finish.

Her name was Siobhan Doyle.

Get down there.

Dinner's ready.

Shh! Let's go.

Plenty of room down there, lads.

Thanks, Peadar.

Come on, lads.

There you go, my son.

That's lovely, thank you.

Who are you seeing today?

Mackie's.

Though God knows
why I'm bothering.

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.

You're a union man.
You've won a strike.

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

God knows, Michael,
I'd do it myself

if they would give women
half a bloody chance.

Just think about it.

Got the ball. Bang!

You always say that. You're
an absolute bastard to him.

'Cause it's true! No, it's not.

Morning, boys! Michael.

Back together
again? Hello, Michael.

Jimmy. So, Jack,

did you learn anything
working on the Olympic?

Maybe. Took him under
my wing, I did, Michael.

Christ, now he'll be
worse than useless.

Well, well, well.
Look who it is.

Arthur McAllister. How ya doing?

Never better there, Mick. Jimmy.

Pleasure.

Ready for a hard
day's work, Arthur,

after all the lounging around?

About time, I'd say. Look
what happens when I'm away.

Ships crashing, you
lot nearly out of a job.

Careful!

That's the last of it, lads.

Good riddance, I say.

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

Malone!

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 I'm
sure 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
labor 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.

Dr. 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, Dr. Muir,

but I fear you face a futile
and frustrating endeavor.

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.

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.

Yes. 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.

Impossibly close
in this province.

But history shows
us, if nothing else,

that a people must
govern themselves.

I honestly believe the future of
the province rests upon this vote.

I agree.

But for better or worse,

this is a contentious
and very divisive issue.

Contentious or not, a man
must follow his conscience.

Uncle,

you stand at the
head of this yard.

At this point, a disinterested
leader to all its men.

It could be disastrous if you
become a figure of division.

Well, I shall always
have you, Thomas,

to rein me in if I go too far.

Dad?

Son.

Well?

Aren't you going to
tell me, "I told you so"?

It was only a matter of time.

But you must be desperate.

And 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 one.

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

Michael, two pints, please.

My son is buying.

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 want to know what he thinks.

Well, what's the matter?

Regrettably, Dr. 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 want to speak with him.

After all, gentlemen, we're
building a ship, not a cathedral.

So, your Dr. Muir
is a dark horse.

You were wrong about
his past and his religion.

He still lied to you.

But you defended him.

I threw ink in Eddy
Hatton's smarmy little face

because of what he
said about Catholics,

not what he said about your man.

To be honest, it felt good.

Papers here!

I 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 has to tell.

He abandoned Siobhan Doyle.

He really didn't know
she was pregnant.

Oh, my God, woman! Wake up!

Sorry.

I expected this,
but not from you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell are you doing?

Sorry, miss, I didn't
mean to startle you.

Liam, get your
hand off my mount.

Look, I need to talk to you.

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 behavior was
lewd and obnoxious.

My mother 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 I'm asking.

I'll give you nothing.
If I see you here again,

I'll have you run off this land!

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 want to know why
that tallow was late.

I want to know when it's coming.

Now go back to your desk and write a
proper letter, this time 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'm finding increasingly difficult

to find out, is how
concerned should we be about

this little mishap in
the English Channel.

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 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
favor 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, 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.

But, sir!

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.

Ah, do excuse me.
Ship. I'll talk to you later.

I'll have a look for them.

Mr. Hatton.

Yes, Dr. Mal... Muir.

Get my stuff back
into my laboratory.

Hello, Michael. How are you?

I'm looking for the
possessions of Dr. Muir.

Aye, he's back.

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.

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'd better go.

Bag of laughs, that one.

Right joker, isn't he?

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.

You're probably right.

You know I'm all right, Mick,

with all that carry on.
You know that, don't you?

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 Minister.

Ah, come on! I'm being serious!

Oh, right you are. Be going to
Buckingham Palace, will you?

Ah, shut up!

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 just part of making things
better for the working man. Together.

You see, that's what
I'm not so sure of, Mick.

No, I couldn't vote
for Home Rule.

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, Moreland.
You're welcome, miss.

Hello, dearest.
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 rumors.

About what?

You.

Probably true, then.

About you and bloody Muir.

Oh.

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

Of course.

Kitty, please tell me
they're nonsense.

All right, they're nonsense.

Tell me like you mean it.

Oh, this is tiresome, Ashley.

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!

For God's sake, Ashley,
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.

Oh, don't look like that.

Shall I get Moreland 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.

Furthermore, it's
relatively easily achieved

and not inordinately expensive.

Well, that makes sense.

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.

We can arrange that. But...

I'll put it in hand right away.

Thank you.

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.

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.

Hmm. That's true.

Table for two, please.

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

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
where I come from.

Maybe it's where I truly belong.

Are you in love?

What?

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.

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?

It's not a miracle.
It's 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.

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 all right, Doctor?

She's perfectly all
right, Mr. Silvestri.

She's in good health.

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 make Titanic unique.

An irresistible
proposition, in fact.

Really? Mmm-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, 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.

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.

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.

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.

It's not bloody funny!

Don't you realize 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 realize what you
have done to my reputation

by sleeping with that... That...

Metallurgist?

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, Katherine,

upon which the fate of
this province depends!

And I will not tolerate anything

that will prevent
a favorable result.

I missed you.

It's only been a few days.

Even so.

They keep me very busy.

I know.

You haven't spoken
about your daughter lately.

There's not much to speak about.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I've been thinking about it,

after what's
happened with Violetta.

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

Everyone talks about
a needle in a haystack,

but 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.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Come here.

Come here. No!

Yes!

Yes!

Your son must
do the right thing.

Conor's never done the right
thing in his whole damn life.

This time he must.

I don't even know
where he is, Pietro.

I 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,

he loves your wee girl,

and I know he'd want to
do the right thing by her.

I would regard it as
a very personal favor

if you could keep any rumors
you've heard out of the paper.

I do know what you
might have heard.

Quite. It's no more than
gossip at the moment,

but I feel, in these
sensitive times,

that anything which
damages our cause

should be treated
with the utmost caution.

Mmm-hmm.

I agree.

And, of course, if
there is anything

that I may do to
assist the paper,

any information I should receive

about Pirrie or
the Liberal cause

which I feel could add
weight to our argument,

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

Yes. Thank you.

Mark?

Mmm-hmm.

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

I don't want that either.

It means so much
to me that we want...

We want what?

That we want the same thing.

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!

No! No!

Bastards!

Not the boy! No, sir, please!

What'll we do? SOLDIER:
Where the hell are they?

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

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

Please, no! Keep
yourselves lively!

Well, I think we should run.

Fire!

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

so you and Lorcan
can get to the road?

It's absolutely
vital you get away

and finish the mission, McCann.

All right.

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

Lorcan, wait. Listen.

It's not right.
Course it's not right.

They're trying to
kill us. Come on!

Listen.

That's British weapons 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 is a 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!

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.

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.

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! Union representation.

Decent and safe conditions
in your place of work.

Home Rule is Rome Rule! Equal
pay, 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
trammeled 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.

Hmm?

London awaits you, Sofia.

Been a busy boy, then.

Hmm.

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.

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 saying.

I will find her.

All right.

It's your life.

God knows I've
interfered enough.

Yes.

I don't want to meddle,

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

Yes.

I think I finally do.