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Excuse me.

Excuse me! I'm looking
for the O'Connell family.

Last house on the right.

Thanks.

Hello! Is this the
O'Connell house?

Yes.

Can I help you?

So, Ailish O'Connell
is not your daughter?

How can that be if she was the
only kid born in Wicklow on that day?

Means her parents must've
registered her birth wherever they lived.

Well, at least you
know it wasn't Wicklow.

Leaving just the rest of
Ireland to search through.

I did warn you.

Dad.

My daughter is out
there somewhere.

She might be halfway around the
world, or dead or God knows what.

Yeah, but I don't know, do I?

You see, it's the not knowing that
gnaws away at the inside of me that...

Wherever she is, I just...

I have to know.

Son, listen to me, all right?

Sometimes the past is
done and it can't be undone.

Christ, I should know
that better than most.

I'm saying move on.

You're always saying
move on, aren't you?

Move on from Belfast,
move on from Siobhan,

move on from
everything, but I'm back

and this is what I found
and I'm sticking with this.

But for how long?

You're young now, but
young doesn't last forever.

You'll want a wife, a
family yourself sometime

and you can't be doing that if
you're gallivanting around Ireland

looking for a child.

Who says I haven't
found someone already?

Have ya?

Hmm?

What?

Her name is Sofia. That's
all you need to know.

Sofia? That's it.

I'm your father.

Unfortunately.

What's she like, this Sofia?

A simple question
presents itself here.

Who runs Belfast?

Is it the people or the Pope?

Because that's
what's at stake here.

Remember, Home
Rule is Rome Rule.

Those who oppose us

have had to resort to school
yard tactics of abuse and slander.

That's right! Vote for McCann.

They've been forced
to do so out of fear!

Fear of progress,
fear of change!

And yes, there are those in
positions of great responsibility,

who run mighty concerns,

who would have you believe

that Ireland should be sold
and given to Home Rule.

But they have not your
best interests at heart.

And their treachery and
their perfidy will not prevail.

Well said!

We shall have no government
but a British government.

And no God but our own!

Vote Hatton in the
next general election

and keep Belfast British.

But if we stand
united in our strength,

together we can
make a difference.

So, vote McCann. Vote Labour!

This is him, your man
McCann! Vote Labour.

I won't let you down.

Your man McCann?

It has a ring to it.

I like it!

It's time the working man stood
up to demand what is rightfully his.

You too should
share in the same...

All right, that's enough.

Move on.

What for, Officer?

Obstructing the highway.

What's going on, Michael?

Nothing.

I have every right to be here.

This is the democratic process.

I don't care what it is.
You're causing a nuisance.

This isn't abusive, you...

What are you doin'?

I said move on, unless
you want me to arrest you.

This is harassment.

It's obstruction.

He's a candidate
in the election.

What would you
know about that, miss?

You can't even vote.

Yeah, well, when Labour
wins, women will vote.

Let's just go.

Now leave it alone if
you don't want trouble.

Why should we?

Every candidate has a
right to canvass for votes.

Step back please, miss.
You're assaulting me!

I'm arresting you for
disturbing the peace.

I'm not disturbing
the peace, you're...

This is assault. Get
your hands off me.

Get off me!

Michael! Come on.

Michael!

Emily! No, Emily!

Get your hands off me!

We're watching you, McCann!

Mark. Emily's been arrested!

What? What are
you talking about?

She was just
handing out leaflets

and the police came
and told us to stop.

But we were not
breaking any law.

And Emily protested, of
course, and they arrested her.

But she did nothing.

And they were so violent.

Has she been charged?

I don't know. I don't know.

The police should be charged.

Calm down. Calm down. Shh.

I wish I was brave like her.

You are.

No, I'm not.

You are.

Look at me.

You stand by your principles.

You stood up to your father.

You didn't marry Andrea.

You were there when
Walter Hill was killed.

So, you are brave.

And I love that about you.

Do you ever want
to leave this place?

Of course I do.

When I came back here...

I knew what I was
getting into but...

But what?

Now...

You have to find your daughter?

There you are.

What is it, Mother?

I thought we might have a chat.

Really?

Don't do that, dear.

It's very irritating.

This is an unfortunate business.

You and Ashley.

Yes, dreary, isn't it?

Your father is still
in a frightful temper.

I noticed.

Look, Kitty.

Try and see sense.
Try and make peace.

And marry Ashley?

Worse fates have
befallen people.

Not much worse.

Katherine.

How do you think this family
has accumulated so much wealth?

Luck at the roulette table.

Quite the opposite.

Industry. Application.

And a judicious choice
of marital alliances.

Ah.

What I am saying is you
might as well play the game.

It won't kill you!

And if Ashley should bore you,

then seek diversion elsewhere.

Mummy!

It's a matter of pragmatism
and common sense.

Just be discreet.

And remember, as Daddy's heir,

you shall have considerable
hold on the purse strings.

There has to be
some quid pro quo.

It is a system that has
worked for centuries.

Mummy, may I ask...

Have you ever...

I shall go now.

Remember.

Discretion.

Poor Emily.

It's so unfair.

The world's unfair.

You can fight all you like,

but sometimes you have to just
stop and make your own moments.

Come with me.

Look at the altar.

There is a similar
one in Arezzo.

Did you do it?

On the first year
in Belfast for free.

An homage to the community
I was becoming part of.

It was difficult time.

An immigrant in a
new country, new city,

new culture.

It's so beautiful and delicate.

It's always been a
little secret of mine.

I was very young and very
in love with your mother.

So I inscribed
our initials on it.

No.

Did you? I did.

Like lovers do on trees.

No one even knew
and probably never will.

You see the letters?

Look!

Yes.

Why didn't you tell us?

I thought you girls
shouldn't know.

It's a bit blasphemous.

We would've been
so proud of you.

Your mother loved it.

Why are you telling me now?

Because you need it.

I don't understand a lot
of things you do, Sofia.

You and your sister.

But I want you to know
I'll always love you.

What exactly are
you accusing me of?

I take exception to these thinly
veiled attacks on my character

by your Unionist
candidate, Mr. Hatton.

What has that to do with me?

Oh, don't pretend
to be so naive.

He's only standing
for Parliament

because you
personally selected him.

He's driving around in your car,

handing out leaflets
paid for with your money,

with a wife on his arm
dressed by your wife.

And aren't you providing
substantial finance

for the Liberal candidate,
John G. Donovan?

Yes, of course I am,
but the Liberal candidate

isn't making allegations of
stains on people's characters.

What is it Hatton
said that's so wrong?

The inference that I am a liar

over the issue of Home Rule.

I don't believe he
has said such a thing.

I am merely letting you know

that if he ever even comes close

to articulating such a thought,

I will sue him for slander.

I may provide the
finance, William,

but I do not veto
his every word.

For a man so
steeped in politics,

I took you to
have a thicker skin.

Perhaps if you don't
have the stomach

for the hurly-burly
of electioneering,

you should step aside
and leave it to those who do.

Just think of portraying
what life will be like on board.

The types of passengers, the
style and luxury of the cabins,

the orchestras, the dances...

The fashions?

Exactly.

Our female readers are
particularly interested in the fashions.

What's fashionable in London
is fashionable in New York.

New York. Sounds wonderful.

It is. I'd be lying if I said
otherwise. Here you go.

Thank you.

You ready to start?

Yes.

Just tell me what
you want me to draw.

Well, let's start
in the ballroom

where the ladies and lords
and gentlemen are assembled.

The gentlemen in
full evening dress.

The ladies in the latest gowns.

Cream of society.

All right.

You all right?

No. I've just had a
telegram from Morgan.

The New York authorities

have refused permission
to extend the landing pier.

We may have nowhere to dock.

Has it ever occurred to you

that the very size of this
ship could yet be our undoing?

All the time.

I've got some business for you.

Carruthers is inspecting
the caulking today.

Satisfactory?

Oh, yes, perfectly.

According to my schedule,
we're due to set a date

for the testing of the
forward collision bulkhead.

That'll have to
wait a little while.

There's still some discussion about
the actual height of the bulkheads.

Really? Why?

They are statutory
height, aren't they?

Well, we both know
what that really means.

Beg your pardon?

Minimum, not maximum.

Come on, Carruthers.

Let's for once
cease the pretense.

Get more bolts down here.

Really, Andrews, I have no
idea what you're talking about.

No.

Sorry.

You probably don't.

Come on, let's continue.

You have someone to see you.

My name is Gordon. I'm a lawyer.

I'm here courtesy
of Dr. Mark Muir.

May I?

They say you struck
a police officer.

Tell me what happened
in your own words.

Well, these are ready to
go to Ismay and Morgan.

I don't think we've
neglected any detail.

No, we haven't.

It just remains now for Lord Pirrie
to present our best arguments.

I'm not a great drinker, but I
feel the need for a wee one.

Will you join me?

Yeah. Why not?

My wife doesn't like
me drinking in the day.

Your secret is safe with me.

Thank you.

Down the hatch.

Ugh.

Well, I've had some
rather good news lately.

What's that?

My wife is pregnant.

Congratulations.

I'm pleased.

Very pleased. Just
four months to go now.

Well...

I suppose my thoughts
have turned a great deal lately

to creation and conception.

But whatever we
make of iron and steel

will never replace what
is born of flesh and blood.

Impending fatherhood
changing your perspective, I see.

Possibly.

I've thought of little else but
shipbuilding for the last 24 years.

Yeah.

The yard has been my life.

That's very common around here.

My childhood as well.

Of course, yes. Your father
worked here, did he not?

I don't remember him.

Why should you?
Oh, it's possible.

I came up through the yard.
Worked alongside the men.

That was the best
training imaginable.

And I learned so much from them.

Their fellowship, courage.

They showed me great kindness.

My worst nightmare
would be if I let them down.

You won't.

We shall see.

That's why I shouldn't drink.

I tend to get maudlin.

All I am asking is that
you come to your senses.

Apologize to Ashley and let
us try to put this thing behind us.

Grovel, you mean.

No.

I resent being used as a
pawn in this game, Daddy.

You know, if a
man does what I did,

he's considered a
bit of a lad, isn't he?

Sowing his wild oats.

You know that
comparison is absurd.

A woman's virtue is
of a different order.

So much more precious.

Frankly, yes.

Kitty, please, just...

Just do this thing.

If you do not, the
consequences could be terrible.

You mean you'd have to find
another rich young man for me?

You know that's
out of the question.

Your reputation
wouldn't allow it.

Well then, what?

Kitty,

either you apologize
to Ashley or

I shall cut you off.

You understand?

I shall disinherit you and you
will be cast from this house.

I see.

So we have descended to threats?

Not a threat.

A promise.

Think carefully on it.

I'll let you know my decision.

Are they treating you all right?

What do you think?

I'm little more
than dirt to them.

Just be careful.

I'm fine.

There's a glow that
keeps me going, you know?

A fine rage.

You'll be out of here soon.

Mr. Gordon says they
have no case against you.

That's good to hear.

Is there anything I can get you?

No.

I'm all right.

Time's up.

Time's up!

Give my love to
everyone. All right?

I will.

Dr. Muir to see you, sir.

Ah. Muir.

Mr. Morgan himself has asked me

to pass on his personal
congratulations.

For what?

The New York Times
article written by Miss Yaeger.

It says it all.

The unsinkable ship.
A stroke of genius.

I believe this was
your contribution, Muir.

No, I didn't say that.

I don't care what
you said, exactly.

It's what's conveyed
here that counts.

No, I said theoretically

and only if we raise the level
of the bulkheads to the top deck.

Even then, the ship
is not unsinkable.

We're not talking
about theories.

We're talking about perception.

We needed a line, an idea.

Something to lodge
in the public's mind.

A way we could draw a line
under this Olympic business.

So, are you raising
the bulkheads?

Good heavens, no. I've seen
the plans. Wholly impractical.

Would you pay a first class fare

to promenade along
an enclosed deck

and have to open a heavy
door every few yards?

Are you suggesting we do that
and turn this triumph into a disaster?

Yes, that is exactly
what I am suggesting.

Well, we have
decided against it.

Be satisfied with
your contribution, Muir.

When Mr. Morgan
congratulates someone,

be sure to bathe in that glory.

Why didn't he say
anything? What could he say?

He could've supported us.

He presumably sensed
there was no point.

Look, Pirrie knew from
the outset it was futile

'cause his years of
experience told him so

and because he knows the
minds of Ismay and Morgan.

Don't you think
that's a bit cynical?

You might call it that.

What would you call
it? Commercial reality.

I've learned quite a lot
about that in my time.

And you'll learn a lot more
as I have over many years.

Well, I hope I don't
end up so jaded.

I entertained the same
hope when I was your age.

It's the blind
stupidity I can't bear.

You did all you could.

I might as well tie my
hands behind my back.

I mean, what's the point
in me doing what I do

if everything I
suggest is dismissed?

Not everything.

I just... I never knew it
was going to be like this.

And I expected
more from Lord Pirrie.

Maybe you expected too much.

Obviously, I did.

Not a good day.

Everyone has bad days.

You know, I think I'd crack up
completely if it wasn't for you.

I feel the same.

Doesn't solve the problem
of the bulkheads but...

Shut up about the
bloody bulkheads!

I was beginning to
wonder where you got to.

Kitty.

Kitty, what are you doing here?

This is good-bye, Muir.

Malone, whatever your name is.

What do you mean good-bye?

It's rather tedious.

Let's just say
that various details

of our liaison have
come to light and

my father has taken offence.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

There we are.

He can be an irascible,
old sod at times.

Anyway, things have come to
an impasse and I am jacking it in.

So, where will you go?

London.

I've enough of this
smelly, little town anyway.

You don't want to
come with me, do you?

I can't.

No.

No, it was just a thought.

God knows why you
want to stay here, though.

I have my reasons.

In touch with your roots?

Something like that.

Well, I couldn't leave
without saying good-bye.

I'm really sorry.

Don't be.

I am.

Life with Ashley would
have been a living death.

If ever you're in
London, do look me up.

I will.

Good. Well, arrivederci, Marcus.

May you find what
you seek. So long.

How have you been?

More to the point,
how are your friends?

Shall we take a little trip?

Lorcan, how long have
we known each other?

Why did you do it?

Why did you betray us?

He made me. He put me up to it.

You came to me with it.

On your knees.

On your knees.

Please.

I'll do anything.

Please.

Kill him.

What?

Kill him.

Not that.

It's him or it's you.

Please.

Go to hell.

Oh, God.

How do I live with that?

You don't.

Don't forget, nice and polite.

Don't get angry.

Emily Hill?

Yes, my Lord.

You were charged that
on the 14th of this month

you willfully assaulted
a police constable,

that you obstructed the same
officer in the execution of his duties

and that you breached the peace.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, sir.

These are serious charges.

Mr. Gordon?

We believe Mrs. Hill
should be granted bail

as she poses no
threat to the public.

She has recently been widowed
and looks after her mother.

She contests all the charges

and would present herself at
any trial date you choose to set.

I take it you object to bail?

We do, sir.

Emily Hill may appear
sweetness and light,

but she's from a family of
well-known agitators in the community.

That's a lie!

Which the assault on
an officer underlines.

Her late husband arranged the
union march, which ended in a riot.

The Army killed him! Order!

The Crown believe
if bail were granted,

she would take to
the streets again.

With an election looming,
public order should be a priority.

You're twisting the truth.

Mrs. Hill.

Your insolent and
unruly behavior

only serves to reinforce
the prosecution case.

You will be remanded
in custody until your trial.

No.

Take her down.

You can't silence me.

Emily, it's gonna be all right!

Emily, Emily. For God's sake.

This is ridiculous. Order.

I cannot say how sorry I
am that it's come to this.

I should have kept
her on a tighter rein.

It's not your fault, Henry.

She made her own choice.

Hmm.

She certainly did.

I suppose after a while
she could come back.

No, I've made that
very clear to her.

When she left,
she left for good.

A hard decision to take, Henry.

But necessary.

You either have
honor or you do not.

I'm sorry for the pain that
this has caused you, Ashley.

Oh, well, we'll plow on.

Business as usual.

Yes, indeed.

Jesus!

I've spoken to the President.

The New York pier will be
extended to accommodate the Titanic.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Well, he owes me one, after all.

At last, the world is
catching up with our ships.

Actually we should be
discussing plans for the next one.

The Gigantic.

Yes, we've learnt so
much from Olympic

and, thus far, from Titanic.

And what have you learned
about politics, William?

Men need to work.

And if men need to work, ships
will be built, linen will be made.

But the majority of
your own workforce

don't agree with your
views on Home Rule.

How do you reconcile that?

I'm talking about an entire
country, not just Belfast.

There's a bigger picture here.

Bigger than the ships we build.

William, I think it best to keep
politics and business separate.

I need to know that
our arrangement is safe.

That you can deliver
to me White Star ships.

Belfast is problematic.

After all, you
can't fix a culture.

Well, thankfully, we
live in a democracy.

There's an election taking
place and the people will speak.

And what if they don't
say what you want to hear?

It's for the people to decide.

No.

No.

And no.

Perhaps if your
head wasn't diverted

by doing pictures
for newspapers,

you might remember
who pays your wages.

Do them again, Miss
Silvestri. And better this time.

Yes, Mr. Hatton.

So, listen, Martin, if
you wanna get out early

and cast your
vote, that'll be fine.

I've had a word with
the other lads, too,

if you get my drift.

Yes, Mr. Hatton.

He does it on purpose.

He acts like he's
so important and...

Would you like me
to speak to someone,

see if I can get you moved
to another department?

No, no, no, no, no. That
just means he's won.

I don't want to give
him that satisfaction.

What?

Stop it!

Miss Silvestri.

Sorry.

The Lord Mayor will
now announce the results

of the General Election of 1910.

Michael Patrick McCann
of the Labour Party,

1,545.

John G. Donovan, Liberal Party,

980.

And I do hereby declare that
the said Albert Henry Hatton

is duly elected to serve
as Member of Parliament

for this constituency.

Congratulations!

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you, sir.

Well done. Excellent.

Thank you, sir.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

Lord Mayor,

tonight, the people of
Belfast have spoken.

No need to look so glum.
Could've been a lot worse!

I'm so proud of you, Michael.

Thanks, Ma.

Hi. My campaign team, come here.

Well done.

And all your support.

So, are you coming home?

No, I'll go for a walk.

I need to go to HQ
and thank a few people.

Right! But you go on.
I'll see you at home.

Right so.

We'll see you at home.

Bye.

We may have been beaten here,
but we will win on the mainland.

A Liberal government
is almost a certainty.

You know Asquith's views. He
will have Churchill behind him.

A national government will
force through Home Rule,

despite what Hatton
and Carlton may think.

Yes, true, but it won't
be accepted here.

Not after this.

So, then where will we be?

A Protestant Ireland
and a Catholic Ireland?

North versus South?

Neil.

Like I told you, outside of
that shipyard, I don't know you.

This is for you and your
stinkin' Home Rule crap.

For your brother
and his Fenian ways.

And for that slut of a sister
who's just where she should be.

You get out of this town or
we won't just be coming for you.

We'll be coming for
your whole brood.

Do you understand?

Gentlemen, please.

May I ask for silence?

Gentlemen, please.

Lord Pirrie would like to say
a few words before we start.

Gentlemen.

I won't keep you long.

Last night, we held an election.

And the popular voice was heard.

Certainly bloody was.

My own political
affiliations are well-known

and they are not in concordance
with the wish of the majority.

However, let me just say this.

We must put these
divisions behind us.

We must keep our
minds and our spirits

attentive to the
task in front of us.

Titanic.

Because I

still firmly believe
this ship can unite us,

whatever our sincere
differences of political opinion.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Fitting out.

We need to see all stock
reports and labor schedules

before the end of the day.

Where's Michael McCann?

I haven't seen him. He
hasn't been in all day.

Well, what do you
expect from a Catholic?

Miss Silvestri, ma'am.

Ah. Sofia.

How are you?

It's quite unusual to be summoned
from my office by Lord Pirrie.

It's the only perk of
having married him, dear.

Do sit down.

Thank you.

I've received a letter

from University College London.

No. Indeed.

It's about you.

So I see no reason
why you shouldn't read it.

Oh, my God.

London?

Yes.

Right.

I'm sorry.

I didn't tell you before. Sorry.

I didn't dare hope.

Are you angry with me?

No. No, I'm not.

I'm just surprised.

Then you are happy for me?

Yes.

You don't look it.

So, when are you leaving?

When the new term starts.

Right.

I did hope...

Well, I do hope

that you will come with me.

It's what we were talking about.

Getting out of Belfast.

It all depends.

On your daughter?

Yes.

What?

I thought it was hopeless.

No, we don't know that for sure.

Well...

You know how I feel
about your daughter.

I understand. I really do.

But I feel this chance,

this opportunity,
it's fate, Mark.

I know.

You're chasing a ghost.

And this is real.

Please.

Please, Mark.

Let's not throw that away.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Sofia...