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Have you any idea what
a judgment against us

from an official
inquiry might mean?

I honestly believe there
is no danger of that.

I am assured by the lawyers

the case against the
Navy vessel is very strong.

After all, it was HMS
Hawke that rammed Olympic.

Lawyers say anything.
Theirs and ours.

Nevertheless, the
facts are on our side.

You'll be there?

If you wish.

I think it best.

Now, the launch.

Very important.

Mr. Morgan and I want
something grand and impressive.

That's not our usual
custom, Mr. Ismay.

Custom, be damned!

I don't want Titanic
slipping quietly into the briny.

We want bands, noise,
pomp, celebration!

We must appear confident,
gentlemen. Confident!

It is a risk. What if
something should go wrong?

Then we must
make sure it doesn't.

A telephone call for Mr. Ismay.

It's Mr. Morgan's
office in London.

I'll take it outside.

Great Eastern.

My thoughts exactly.

There's no guarantee the
same thing won't happen.

Oh, I know.

But this is not
a hill to die on.

Shall I book the band?

Can we talk?

Not now.

Please.

I'm sorry.

Later, Mark. I have work to do.

Hello. Ounce of tobacco, please.

Thank you.

Still not talking to you, then?

She's obviously disappointed.

Can you blame her?

No.

She may come around.

She's a woman, you know.

They like their pound of flesh.

I obviously gave her the
wrong impression, right?

That I wanted to leave.

A part of me still does.

But now there's the wee one.

Right.

Be very careful
which girl you choose.

Oh...

Thank you for the advice.

It's a simple decision, son.

Your future or your past.

It's not that simple.

For Christ's sake, wake up!

You're not going to find her.

Oh, well, thank you
for the encouragement.

I'm just speaking the truth.

Oh, the truth.

That's rich coming from you.

Did you miss me?

A little!

Conor?

Conor McCann!

It's me, Jack, from the yard.

Yes! Jack!

It's nice to see ya.

What are you... Would
you do me a favor, Jack?

Yeah.

Would you go get me a beer?

And get one for yourself.

Go on!

Come here.

Now, let me see you.

Either you've been eating way
too much stew for dinner or...

Wait...

That's my little son in there.

Where have you been?

Here and there, my darling.

Were there girls?

Hundreds.

But why would I bother when
I've got the best one at home?

Can't you tell me a bit
of what you are doing?

Not really, darlin'. It's a bit under
the counter, if you know what I mean.

Are you smuggling?

No!

No, I'm not smuggling.

Then what?

Uh, if I told you, you'd laugh.

I wouldn't.

Well, I'm not
telling you anyway.

Why?

Because you don't need to know.

I'm safe. I'm doing
something I like.

Something that matters to
me. Something I'm proud of.

I will tell you, I promise.

Just... Not yet.

And it'll make a
wonderful bedtime story

for our little son.

A son. You're sure?

I've never been more certain.

Mr. Dolan?

You're wanting
what exactly, Mr...

Muir.

Mark Muir.

I understand you
undertake certain tasks.

I'm looking for someone.

I won't take on
anything illegal.

I use my experience
and contacts on the Force

to try and answer a
client's questions. That's all.

Well, this is a list

of every girl registered born
in Ireland on July 26, 1902.

I believe that my
daughter is on this list.

She was adopted soon after that.

Adoption. Never easy.

You've done it before?

Too much work,
not enough result.

So, you're saying
you won't do it?

No. Not at all.

I'll take your
money, sure enough.

Look, I have to be
straight with you.

Your daughter might
not even be on this list.

Have you considered her birth
might not have been registered?

Or she might have been
registered on another day?

Yes.

All right, I'll do what I can.

We will build stands here
for the distinguished guests

and over here will be the press.

Oh, yes, let's keep them apart.

Do we have any idea of the
number of journalists attending?

More than you think.

A lot of Americans

and there will be film
news photographers as well.

My goodness!

The times we live in.

Entrance by ticket
only, obviously.

And proceeds go to
the children's hospital.

Oh, very good.

That was Margaret's idea.

And what about our people?

That's a tricky one.

Well, the men
will want to watch.

I know, but Hunter
raised an important point.

What?

If we let the foremen come
and leave the yard unattended,

well, the last time we tried it,

we had an awful lot of material
and machinery go missing.

The entrepreneurial spirit
of the average working man.

It cost us a pretty penny.

But anyway, Hunter's point is that
we must staff the yard as normal.

That's a pity. I know.

I really feel the
men should be there.

Otherwise it makes a
nonsense of all I've said.

We need to find a compromise.

Hear, you'll never
guess who I saw

round the back of
Kelly's the other night.

The Prince of bloody Wales?

No. Conor McCann.

Is that right?

He bought me a beer.

I hear, he must have
been stuck for company.

Not really.

He was with that girl
who's working in Kelly's.

You know, the pretty
looking Italian one,

but he got rid of her sharpish
and had a beer with me.

I expect he came round
specially just to find you, Jack.

I don't know, but he
remembered me all right.

I'm sorry.

I was angry.

I wasn't so sensitive myself.

I don't want to waste
my time with you arguing.

I'll miss you when I go.

London won't be
the same without you.

We might still be all right.

How?

I don't know.

There could be a breakthrough.

I haven't given up hope yet.

You think that's
going to happen?

I pray it does.

You? Praying?

Hmm.

Hoping.

I pray.

And I thank you for that.

Tell me this is about
your daughter, not Titanic.

Of course.

Of course!

Dr. Muir.

Muir!

You wanted to see me, sir?

How would you
like to go to London?

Me?

Just for a few days.

I have to attend
this wretched inquiry.

Thomas can't be spared
so I'd like to take you.

We can spare him for a
few days, can't we, Thomas?

If that's your wish.

I think it would be a good
experience for this young man.

He might see some
other side of the business.

He will indeed, sir.

So what about it?

Your naval experience
should come in

very useful during the hearing.

Of course, sir.

Hello!

Can you please be
sure that this is sent

to Mr. Morgan,
for me, without fail?

Yes, madam. Thank you.

Joanna?

Yes.

Florian.

Florian von Altenberg!

Getting older.

What are you doing in Belfast?

Do you miss Germany? Ah.

I hardly remember it.
I was nine when I left.

My father died. My mother
remarried to an American.

Yes. It was quite a scandal.

I like America. It's
been good to me.

How did you end up
in the diplomatic corps?

Oh, I was a late entrant.

I only left the army at 25.

My father's a diplomat so...

Now you make war by other means?

Clausewitz. "War is
diplomacy by other means."

I understood the reference.

So what do you make of Ireland?

A Protestant minority
over a Catholic majority.

An Irish population being ruled from
London, kept in check by the military.

Quite insane.

It's an illustration of the
degeneracy of the British Empire.

So how would you interpret the
situation between England and Germany?

I would say you weren't
getting on so great.

Yes.

That's true.

The diplomatic
situation is very tense.

Meaning?

I think regrettably the issues between
us can lead to only one outcome.

War?

How delighted all those
Prussian officers must be.

You're a Prussian.

Not anymore.

But your brother is.

Have you heard from him lately?

No.

No, not for a while.

Well, I have to inform
you that he's in trouble.

What are you
telling me, Florian?

He gambles. Badly.

And it is said that he makes up his
losses in a particularly foolish way.

Go on.

He is suspected
of selling military

and industrial
secrets to the French.

Oh, my God.

What will happen to him?

That rather depends on you.

How?

One of the reasons
I'm here is that

we have an operation in Ireland.

As you have observed, the
British have successfully managed

to divide its population.

We wish to exploit this
divide to our own advantage.

Stoke the flames of
rebellion and civil war.

We may need to call
on you for a few favors.

You have access to very high
level people in the US and in the UK.

Diplomacy by other
means, I'm afraid, Joanna.

Thanks for meeting me, Neil.

No problem.

We're on the look-out for someone
who used to work in your yard.

The police want
hold of him, too.

He's a Fenian by the
name of Conor McCann.

Would you keep your eyes and
ears open in case he turns up?

We'd be grateful.

I know him.

He worked on our team.

Trouble, he was.

Yeah, no surprises.

I heard he's back in town.

Catholic lad said he'd seen him
with a girl who works at Kelly's.

Nice work, Neil.

Good lad.

Where are you goin'?

You are an idiot, Conor McCann!

And you are a sight
for sore eyes, my love!

You look tired.

Are you sleeping enough?

Yeah.

Where are you staying?

And don't tell me
here and there.

I wasn't going to.

And I'm not
saying. So don't ask.

Come on.

Do you love me?

You know I do.

I need you to do a
little something for me.

Anything.

I need to ask you
about Carlton Electrics.

What do you mean?

Look.

I'll tell you, but you
have to promise

not to breathe a
word of this to anyone.

Not even Sofia.
Do you understand?

We're working on a
project, a big project.

Is it dangerous?

No.

Well, a little,

but you know you don't
have to worry about me.

So, will you do a little bit of
homework for me, darling?

Yes.

Thank you.

There you are now, ma'am.

There you are now, sir.

Thank you.

Ironic, isn't it?

You in London and me here?

I suppose.

Lord Pirrie must
like you very much.

I don't know.

It's a great honor.

Hmm.

It doesn't sound
like you think it is.

It just becomes
harder and harder

to believe in it all. That's it.

Then why stay?

It'll be strange.
Going back to London.

I can imagine.

I wish I was going with you.

Me, too.

Me, too.

You would love it there.

You'd just love
it. The people...

I just can't describe it.

Don't be a fool.

Your change.

No, no, no!

Today my hands and eyes
are not working together.

What's the problem,
Signor Pietro?

What's the problem?

What do you do when
you have a daughter

who listens to nothing you say?

Wouldn't you be worried?

I can understand this.

God knows I tried to
raise them properly.

And now this.

It will ruin her.

Yeah.

Poor Sofia.

Sofia? I'm not
talking about Sofia.

I'm talking about Violetta.

Oh.

Um...

I just thought...

Thought what?

Well, um...

I just thought you knew.

Wait! Wait! Come back!

Michael, come on
in for your dinner!

Papa, I'll have dinner
for you in a few minutes.

I don't care about dinner.

What's the matter?
Something happen at work?

Yes.

I learned something
really interesting.

What?

I thought I could trust you!

Papa.

Papa, please try to understand.

What to understand?
What to understand?

Under my very nose, you
conduct an affair with this man!

This man who has such a past!

You know nothing about him!

I know enough!

I know you have lied.

Lied? Yes, lied!

Tell me the truth.

Have you... Have you
given your honor to him?

Tell me you are
not like your sister!

Tell me it's not true.

Tell me!

Not my Sofia.

I'm a grown woman, Papa.

I'm not a little girl.

Good morning, sir. Morning.

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

Winston?

Pirrie. Ready for the off?

As ready as I'll ever be.

May I introduce my
colleague, Dr. Mark Muir.

Winston Churchill, M.P.

Good morning, Muir.

Sir.

Muir. I know that name.

Yes, you might do.

Young Muir here
worked on Dreadnought.

Ah, splendid!

So you know a little of the
Admiralty and her ways?

A little.

Well, Pirrie. Good luck.

Let's see what happens.

Indeed.

Pirrie.

Morning, Ismay. Smith.

Morning, my lord.

Pirrie, I cabled Morgan last
night, assured him all is in order.

And it is. Are you
feeling confident, Smith?

We did nothing wrong, sir.
And we have nothing to fear.

Good man.

Let's go in.

HMS Hawke was at Egypt Point on
the Isle of Wight heading up the Solent.

The Olympic meanwhile was
coming out of Southampton.

At 12:34, she was
at Calshot Spit buoy.

You were, in fact, not at the helm at
the time, Captain Smith. Is that right?

No, I was not.

The pilot, Captain Mills,
came out of Southampton.

And did he have experience
with ships of this class?

There is only one other
ship of this class, sir.

So Olympic would not
have been known to him?

No.

At what point did
it become clear

that the Hawke was
also in the Channel?

At this point, here, where the
ship turned at West Bramble Point

to avoid a dangerous sandbank.

At what speed?

11 knots increasing to 19.

Rather fast, wouldn't you
say, for a ship of that size?

The Hawke rammed
into the Olympic, sir.

It was not the other way round.

But the Hawke engaged
in a timely attempt

to avoid the
Olympic, did she not?

The Hawke made a course
change, yes, but not in time.

And the Olympic had
already picked up speed.

Excessive speed, perhaps?

No, sir.

Then how do you account
for the fact that HMS Hawke

was dragged helplessly
into Olympic's wake?

For is that not what
actually happened?

Was the Olympic not in fact
traveling at excessive speed

for the maneuver, creating
a dangerous current

that was a menace
to other shipping?

With all due respect, sir,
it's the Royal Navy's case that

the Olympic's unprecedented
displacement of water generated a suction

that dragged the
Hawke into her side.

We contend that
the Olympic is not

a safe ship by dint
of her very size.

It's quite clear that
White Star should be

held responsible for
the entire incident.

Very well, gentlemen.

Thank you for your
testimony, Captain Smith.

I propose we adjourn
for 15 minutes.

You know how this looks.

I'm sorry, sir. I
didn't do terribly well.

You did all you could.

Wait.

Winston, could I speak
with you a moment?

Evidence is evidence.
It must be weighed.

Yes, of course.
Everything must be proper,

but you see, my point is this...

It benefits neither the Royal
Navy nor White Star Line

for blame to be apportioned,

especially at these
times when the reputation

of our sea-going
power is so important.

It can only be desirable
that prestige be preserved

for both the Merchant
and the Royal Navy.

Well, naturally.

There is perhaps
a way more politic.

Go on.

What if neither
Navy is to blame?

What if this is human error...

An understandable error

on behalf of a
single third party?

You mean the pilot?

He had no experience
of a ship this size.

We already know
that from the evidence.

If it could be ascertained
that the fault was there,

then neither the Royal
Navy nor White Star

can possibly be
held accountable.

You should come
to Belfast, Winston.

Would I be welcome?

I believe I am regarded in certain
quarters as little less than a traitor.

Well, then, speak to them.

The view of Home Rule
in Ulster is so parochial.

It would be a huge
boost to the cause

if you came and
stated your case.

You think so?

I'm sure of it.
And it is important.

It would be an
interesting challenge.

It would be an
exercise in democracy.

Well, let it never be said that
I shirked my democratic duty.

Well, let us be
thankful that honor

was satisfied on
all fronts today.

Hawke remains the victim
of an unfortunate accident,

and White Star's
reputation remains white.

And what will
happen to the pilot?

I am afraid I have no idea.

Drink up your wine, Muir.
You hardly touched it.

I don't drink very much.

Probably wise.

I have a tendency to
overindulge, but what of it?

A short life and a
merry one, hey, Pirrie?

Well put!

At certain times, in
certain circumstances,

men of influence have
to make difficult decisions.

Is that not so, Pirrie?

It is indeed.

I, myself, have had to wrestle with
my conscience on many occasions.

When I crossed the
floor of the house,

joined the Liberal Party,
I was labeled Judas.

Sometimes there are
greater issues at stake.

Greater than our own pride.

I, in my position as
Lord of the Admiralty,

must think of this
kingdom's greater good.

In the event of war,

we shall need greatly to
increase our ship building capacity.

The yards in Belfast could
become a Royal Naval facility.

We'll talk further
on that matter, Pirrie.

Now,

shall we adjourn to
the library for brandy?

Come!

Kitty?

Mark!

Hello!

My favorite son of Belfast!

My, God. What are you doing
here? Wasn't I marvelous?

Well, I didn't get to see
it, but I'm sure you were.

Oh, well, trust me,
I was marvelous!

Sit! Sit! Sit!

Right.

Well, what do you think then?

Scandalous, isn't it?

Taking to the stage
like a painted trollop?

I'm sure you're loving
every minute of it.

I am. I really am.

I'm intensely grateful to my
dear old Papa for booting me out!

It was the making of me.

You see, Muir? I have survived in
what is very nearly the real world.

When I think of being
stuck in that ghastly town,

it makes me feel quite ill.

Oh. Belfast's loss
is London's gain.

I shall never go back.

Never.

What?

You!

Your... Resilience.

Your ability to survive
outside the gilded cage.

It's impressive.

All recently acquired.

And I must say, this
invention of an identity thing...

Awfully good fun!

A pity you couldn't
enjoy it more.

Our circumstances
are slightly different.

I suppose.

Still in love, are you, Muir?

Yes.

Pity.

Pity. We're going on tour. You
could've been my faithful consort.

Travel the world with me.

I'm going to your very own
New York in a few weeks.

Hmm.

Thank you for coming to see me.

I wanted to.

Next time buy a ticket
and watch the show.

He's hardly speaking to me.

Well, how much does he know?

Everything.

I think what hurts him most
is the fact that I didn't tell him.

And what have you said?

I mean, have you
made any promises?

No, no, no.

I told him it was my business.
That I'm a grown woman.

Maybe it's better that he knows.

It's not that we're
committing a crime.

I know.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sure
it'll all be fine.

Yes.

When I was there, I could see
you becoming a real Londoner.

The women are so different.

So confident.

You were looking at the women?

It's not what I meant.

And if I was looking
at other women,

I was only seeing
shadows of you.

Do you know Maryl...
Marylebone High Street?

Marylebone.

Marylebone.

Yes.

Why?

My lodgings are there.

Lady Pirrie says
it's near the college.

It's a lovely neighborhood.

Regent's Park.

Pond, rose gardens.

A teashop?

Several.

It must be big.

It's nearly the size of Belfast.

Big enough to
get lost in anyway.

Big enough for
us to get lost in?

Think about it, Mark.

Think about coming, please.

I do.

Every day.

Hello!

Shh!

You came.

Of course I came!

You all right?

Don't I look all right?

How is our little
son doing in there?

Fine.

Do you have that little bit of
homework I asked you to get?

Thank you, darling.

Now, I think I can feel my
little son trying to talk to me.

Don't say a word.

Just get up and come with me.

What's going on?

Let's go. Up, up, up!

You'll be dead before you hit
the ground. Do you hear me?

Conor!

Damn it! Get out of me way!

Conor!

Go away home with you!

So?

Did you find anything?

No. Nothing.

I'm sorry. I looked
into every single case.

I've decided to leave Belfast.

I've tried everything.
She just cannot be found.

Where would you be headin'?

London.

London again. Hmm.

That's where Sofia will be.

I'm sure I can find a
job there somewhere.

It's better to move on, son.

What has to be has to be.

Thank you, Sarah. You're
such a good wee girl.

It'll be better soon.

You'll see.

I've a plan for us.

One that's worth our
scrimpin' and savin'.

One that's worth our being a
wee bit hungry, and a wee bit cold.

It's a grand plan.

Is it an adventure, Ma?

Aye, Sarah.

It's an adventure.

From the minds of men.

She's more than I
ever imagined, William.

She is a titan.

For a titanic age.

And what does it say about us?

Perhaps that we have no limits.

I wonder if that's true?

Mr. Muir, you once said that
we're venturing into the unknown.

Here we stand.

Where do we go from
here, Mr. Morgan?

Let's just get this
one into the water.

No, no, no! Not me!
Photograph the ship!

We're on time, my lord.

Of course, Thomas.

I thought I might have my
nephew John send her off.

What a splendid idea!
A child to launch Titanic!

What a great
image for the papers.

Perhaps this could
just be between us.

I wouldn't like
him to be nervous.

The starting rocket will
go up in five minutes.

Then she'll be off, thank God.

How long for the fitting out?

Ten months as arranged.

So we'll keep our sailing date?

Yes. April 1912.

Get in here now, will ye?

This isn't right.

We should see her hit the water.

It'll cost us a day's pay.

Look! Just over there. See?

Go ahead, Johnny! Do your worst.

Well, we did it!

Bit of an anti-climax now.
Always is on these occasions.

Thomas.

I think it's time
for me to move on.

What?

I'll be tendering my
resignation to Lord Pirrie shortly.

But why?

My contribution here is made.

There's nothing
more to bind me here.

There's something else.

Can you tell me?

I've lost faith.

Not just in this
project, in the people.

In me?

No.

Well, who then?

Someone here?

In London?

Ah.

What happened at the hearing.

A man was betrayed.

Apparently for the greater good.

And the person who betrayed
him was someone you revered?

Yes.

We all have feet of clay, Mark.

Few of us live up
to our own ideals,

but it doesn't mean
the ideal is wrong.

No, it just becomes
harder to believe in.

Brunel believed even when the Great
Eastern failed to launch 50 years ago.

They were gonna scrap it
before it went to the water.

I find it funny you
always quoting Brunel.

An engineer who
never compromised.

Both you and I
know that this ship

is nowhere near as safe as his.

We can't always blame
it on the accountants.

My decision's been made.

All I can give you is my counsel

and my personal wish you'd stay.

By all means, weigh up your
priorities, but also your conscience.

Having embarked on a
task, is it not right to finish it?

Think carefully,

and do not make a decision

you will come to regret
for the rest of your life.

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