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Pull in by, Mr. Gillespie, compass reads northeast

by east.

Pull in by it is, Mr. Evans, steering

northeast by east.

Mr. Gillespie!

Good morning, sir.

Look here, Mr. Gillespie, these apples, picked by

hand back there in the state of New

York and paid for with my money.

My money.

What about them, Mr. Smith?

They're decaying.

Your hole is filled with my apples, rotting

with the tongue.

Well, sound as a herring, sir.

Well, but they will spoil if we don't

make port very soon.

Have you any idea when we reach Greenwich?

Oh, I can't say, sir.

The last blow took us off our course

a bit.

But we'll be having weather soon, by the

looks of things.

But when?

In heaven's name, when?

I'm a seaman, Mr. Smith, not a weather

prophet.

All right, lively lads, take this barrel below.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Gillespie!

Excuse me, sir.

I see you like apples, mister.

I do if they're good apples, sir.

How many men in your watch?

Why, uh, twelve, sir.

Only ten came on deck.

I didn't think you'd take notice.

No, you didn't.

Well, I did.

I want to know where those two men

are.

They're below, sir.

Norton and Young Farrell.

The last blow did them up.

I thought while we're in light winds, they

might rest a bit, sir.

Very considered.

But I'll have no loafers aboard my ship.

Next time, see that they're on deck.

Very good, sir.

I see you're carrying all canvas on there,

sir.

Everything but the shirt.

If I thought it would help, I'd hoist

that too.

And for a record run, I mean to

make it.

Have your watch stand by sheets and braces.

Looks like weather's making up.

Aye, aye, sir.

Bring her up a bit.

Bring her up a bit.

Number three, snorries, by ease, Mr Evans.

Snorries, by ease, Mr Dyl, Mr Gillespie.

Mr Gillespie.

Remember, this time, all hands on deck.

All hands, sir.

Don't you think we ought to shorten sail

a bit, sir?

The men to Gallim's lifting heavily.

Don't worry.

Let it stand.

Very good, sir.

Gillespie.

Well, get your rest while you can, lads.

You'll have us on deck again in no

time.

Aye.

Stand and watch day and night.

Why doesn't he shorten sail now instead of

waiting until it's worth a man's life to

go aloft?

What does he care about seamen's lives?

An head of steel and no eye he's

got.

What I know is the weight of his

liver.

Come here.

Now, see that knife.

One more pleat like that and I'll wrap

you in irons.

Ah, feeling better for the rest, lad?

Aye.

Better than thanking you, sir.

Good.

We may next time be on deck.

We can't have any loafers on this ship,

you know.

Aye.

What's below deck?

Aye, lively lads, all hands on deck.

How did I tell you, sir?

We'll be on watch forever.

What is it, Mr. Evans?

Captain's orders, Mr. Glasby.

Both watches to ten sheets and braces.

Aye, lively lads, ten sheets and braces.

They were short on sails, sir.

Why?

If it gets much worse, the men will

have a hard time aloft.

Remember, we lost a man in the last

blow.

I'm only speaking for the good of the

ship, sir.

I know what the orders are.

Get there somehow, but get there quickly.

Show a profit.

If the men go, they go.

We can't stop to count noses.

Officer, you can't...

They do.

Have all hands stand by.

Very good, sir.

Keep your head down.

Keep your head down.

Aye, there's more than a gate like them,

sir.

Make quick.

Enough of that.

Now, you stay below and look after him.

Mr. Glasby!

On deck.

Here comes McGonagall.

All hands aloft and start to sail.

On watch, aloft and sail.

Starboard watch, ten blue lines.

Three sheets and a halyard.

Aye, lads, ten get aloft.

Aye, lively.

Aye, lads.

Aye, lively there.

You men aloft.

Aye, lively there.

You men aloft.

And we commit his body to the deep,

in sure and certain hope of the resurrection

and to eternal life.

When the sea shall give up her dead.

Amen.

All right, Mr. Glasby, bring her back on

her course.

Fill away.

Fill away it is.

Aye, lads, sea braces.

Sea braces.

Ah, Mr. Smith.

It's the North Channel you're looking at.

In two days we'll be dropping our hook

in Verna Carver.

Aye.

This day, good people, is a proud day

for Grinnell.

A bonny day.

Sailing ships built on the Clyde are known

in every port in the seven seas.

But we in Grinnell keep pace with the

times.

We are gathered here today to honour a

steamship.

A new steamship.

The Dog Star.

The finest in this new age of steam.

We wish her luck.

We bid her Godspeed.

My congratulations, Mr. Grant.

They tell me these engines are the best

you've ever built.

No doubt of it, Mr. Fenton.

And when are you going to give up

sail for steam?

When Paul's cheaper than wind.

Yes, sir.

Wind takes the ships out and wind brings

them back.

With profit.

Always, Mr. Fenton.

They tell me your ship Falcon was due

here yesterday.

She's due here today, sir.

And she'll be in today, too.

For I don't know my captain.

All aboard.

Hurry along there, please.

Aye, you.

Hurry along there, will you?

Don't forget about the engines, Angus.

Here again, Frank.

I was just telling Angus about the engines.

You see, we built them.

Here again, Frank.

What are you trying to do, John, stall

Wayne?

No, I was just having a last look

at our engines.

Anything wrong?

No, the engines will do fine.

They're working like my grandmother's clock.

Aye, and that's been going ever since the

time of Bonnie Prince Charlie.

That's the best job we've ever done.

Those engines will take that ship anywhere.

Ah, with another couple of drinks in you,

John, you'll have her sailing over the moon.

Aye, she could do that, too, if there

was water all the way and no trouble

at all.

Here she goes.

You know, I think we should have a

little drink to wish her luck.

Ah, now you're beginning to talk sense, Campbell.

Come on, lads.

John Shaw will pay the score.

Now you're beginning to talk sense.

Mr. Penton, sir.

What is it, Henry?

Your ship, sir, the Falcon, sighted three miles

off the mouth.

Ah, what did I tell you about wind?

Steam.

You and your steam.

Come on.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Fenton.

Captain Oliver.

Always a pleasure to see you.

Takes a load off my shoulder.

Mr. Smith, meet Mr. Fenton, the owner.

How do you do, Mr. Fenton?

We carry quite a cargo for Mr. Smith,

Miss Voight.

Aye, what's the cargo, Mr. Fenton?

Apples, Mr. Fenton.

Rotten apples.

I eat every apple you find, sir, that's

bad.

Will you come below a glass of grog?

The run you just made warrants a glass

of grog.

Mr. Lesby.

My wife, sir.

Oh, Mrs. Farrell, ma'am.

She won't come aboard since we've been away?

Oh, man, that's fine.

My order, sir.

We're naming him for you.

Aha, very good, sir.

Well, if he lives down his name, we'll

make a sailor of him.

Sir.

Miss Snodden.

Mr. Evans, welcome home.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hiya, New York.

Where is Tom?

What is it?

Where is your tongue, man?

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

Well, why don't you say something?

Can't any of you speak?

Mrs. Snodden, will you come along with me,

please?

Colin, what is it?

What happened?

Her husband, he died.

We read him off at sea.

Will you look after her, ma'am?

That I will, sir.

Mr. Glessby, the captain wants to see you

below.

Very well.

Empty your apples, Mr. Smith.

Hey, empty your apples.

Come in.

You sent for me, sir?

Yes, mister.

What's this I hear, Glessby?

You're leaving the ship?

Aye, sir.

What for?

I want to ask for my master's papers.

Get a ship of my own, sir.

Ah, you're carny, my lad.

But you can't pick and choose your ship.

Be sensible.

Keep your bet with this one.

And if you're lively, I may give you

a ship to voyage after next.

Thank you, sir, but I'm leaving now.

I've tried to talk to him, sir, but

he's too thin-skinned.

True, we had a bit of an accident.

One of the men...

Accident?

As much of an accident as if you'd

put a rope around his neck and hung

him from a yardarm.

You can't keep men on watch day in

and out in rough weather, as I was

made to do, without something happening.

When men ship with me, I expect them

to be seamen.

If something happens, it's the luck of the

sea.

I agree with Captain Oliver.

My ships go to sea on business.

And business, in all reason, comes before seamen.

Aye, and that's why I'm leaving your ship,

sir.

You owners and shippers and captains want record

runs.

But you go beyond all reason, beyond all

humanity.

You must show a profit.

Don't stop to count noses, huh?

Well, I want no part of it.

I'll get a ship, but I'll not kill

men to break records.

I've ordered my last man to his death.

Mr. Glasby, you may leave my ship at

once.

Very good, sir.

David!

Get away, my lad.

I'm looking for a lodging.

Ah, so you meant it then when you

said you were leaving the ship.

I did.

Oh, no, sit here, David.

You can't leave me.

I made a seaman of you.

I've put salt in your blood.

Aye, you owe me a duty.

You can't expect me to break a new

maiden all over again.

You'll have to, and heaven help the new

maiden.

Ah, if I didn't know you, I'd think

you'd gone white-livered.

You're the best judge of that, Captain.

You know, you belong to the old school.

Lives are cheap with you.

So I'm leaving your ship before they become

too cheap with me, and that's final.

Well, if that's the way you feel about

it, lad, I'm sorry.

But there's nothing in the way of a

parting drink between us, is there?

Now, Captain, you wouldn't be thinking of getting

me drunk.

So to get me back on your ship,

now, would you?

That's just what I ought to do.

Come along, David, come along.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, dear sir.

What'll it be, gentlemen?

Whiskey.

A bottle.

You know, Davy, you won't find a ship

of your own in the hurry, me lad.

Oh, then I'll take a mate's berth.

You may call me hard, but you'll find

out that most ship's masters are cut from

the same cloth.

The owners want speed.

We give them speed, or we give up

the ship.

I like a fast ship, fine, but no

record's worth a man's life for the record.

You talk like a schoolmaster.

Well, I didn't feel much like a schoolmaster

on the voyage.

There's many a time I could have laid

you out on your own quarter deck.

I would like to have seen you try

it once.

Gentlemen.

Ah, here we are.

Thank you.

Here's luck.

But first, I want to tell you, have

your fling on land, lad.

Get the bile out of your system, but

be on deck when we weigh anchor a

fortnight from now.

It's as true as gospel, I'm telling you.

I'll laugh if you like, but as sure

as I knew Jimmy Watt, and nobody can

deny I did that, steam will take ships

across the Atlantic.

Aye, steam.

Quiet, man.

I know, but did you hear what he

said?

Steam.

Steady, Captain.

Ah, but such nonsense.

Here, give me another drink.

Was it something I said that amused you,

sir?

Did you say something about steam will cross

the Atlantic?

Aye, that's exactly what I did say.

Then it was you I was laughing at.

You're a seafaring man, I take it.

Seafaring man?

I'm master of the Falcon, just in, four

hours behind the record.

Me own record.

Aye, I heard the budget.

I heard something else.

I heard you had to murder two men

to do it.

Yes.

Steady, Captain, you're not in your quality.

Steer away, murder is it.

Steer away.

Captain.

No brawls.

No brawls here.

Clear off before I call the bailiff.

I'll not be brawling, but I'll make it

hard for you to get a berth on

any ship.

You belong here with Dr. Mann.

You can stay here until he's off the

street.

Then I'll be asking you to leave.

Well, my wife will be waiting supper.

Good night, John.

Aye, and I'll be going along with you

too, Murdoch.

I'm sorry, lad.

Oh, it's all right.

May I have a nip?

Thanks, I don't mind if I do.

I said too much, no doubt.

No, on the contrary, I agree with you.

Did you?

About steam in the ocean?

No.

No, that's daft.

Ah, it is, is it?

You're no better than...

Steady, I've fought enough for one day.

No, I mean...

I mean I agree with you about the

seaman that was murdered, so to speak.

You see, I was first mate on the

Falcon.

Is that a fact?

My name's John Shaw.

Mine's Gillespie.

You're good health, sir.

Good weather.

That goes to the spot.

You had a stormy passage out here.

Oh, the North Atlantic is no Loch Lomond,

you know.

Blows great guns out there, no doubt.

I took us two points off our course.

Ah, that's it.

It wouldn't be God's gift now, would it,

if you could cross the Atlantic straight on

your course with no concern for the weather?

I'm no hand at miracles, Mr. Shaw.

It can be done, Mr. Gillespie.

Aye, with steam, no doubt.

Aye, with steam.

No.

No, they tried it back in 19, the

American ship, Savannah.

She had to take to sail after one

day out, and she came in under sail.

There were others too, but they all failed.

Ah, but things are different now, Miller.

We have the condenser.

Of course, you wouldn't understand that.

Besides, we'll build bigger engines.

And if it's lack of fuel they're afraid

of, and I have my own idea about

that.

But if you can imagine them, why can't

you build them?

Ah, I have the imagination, but no money.

And people who have the money have no

imagination.

You're right there.

As a sailor, you must know your mathematics.

But navigation, a man must know mathematics.

Ah, then you can understand what I'm talking

about.

My idea is simple.

I'll explain it.

It's just like holding down a jack-in

-the-box.

Good night, John.

Behave yourself.

Good night.

I've fought on land, I've fought on sea,

sometimes I've fought Montejo, but I met the

devil in Dundee, on the base of L

.A. 20-0.

Here.

My great-grandfather was a pirate.

He was hanged in Spanish America.

Is that a fact?

It's a fact.

And when I was a boy in Port

Patrick, I saw the Black Watch Regiment come

home after 30 years foreign service.

No.

Aye.

They jumped ashore, kissed the ground, and held

it up in handfuls.

Here, talking about home, you'll find no place

to lodge at this time of the night.

Come on.

Home with me.

No, no, I don't think...

Wait a minute.

I've got something to show you.

When you see it, you'll be convinced.

When you're as stubborn as an Aberdeen lawyer.

No, I don't think...

Come on.

Don't talk.

Walk.

Hey, hey, you're going with us.

Aye.

I'll take you home.

I've fought on land, I've fought on sea,

sometimes I've fought mind you.

But I met the devil and Dundee on

the base of Killie Cranky.

Come on.

Here, let me do it.

No, no.

Shh.

Quiet.

She's got the chain on.

No.

Aye.

Well, good night.

No, no.

Come on.

We'll feast to the music.

Shh.

Shh.

Perhaps I'd better get along.

No, no, no, don't leave me.

Well met him alas, you see how he...

It's too late for excuses, father.

But I have a good one.

I can smell it.

Come along.

But wait a minute.

You see, this young man is a friend

of mine.

He's a fine lad.

Oh, God.

Come on.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Come on, you're all right.

This way, my lad.

I'll get them.

Come along.

Come along.

This is what I wanted to show you.

Have a look at them.

In the meantime, we'll see what we've got.

Aye, lass.

Come to bed.

You'll not be fit for work in the

morning.

I'll not be long.

I'm showing Mr...

What's your name again, lad?

Gillespie.

I'm showing Mr. Gillespie my drawings.

You're wrong in your calculations here.

Me?

I'm never wrong.

Here.

Here.

Here.

If you divide the square root of the

combined area by one-fourth of the pressure

here, then you should subtract again one-eighth

the number of square feet.

You can't have the milk in both the

cow and the pail, too, you know.

That's right, you know.

Well, supposing you do the figures.

Good morning, my pretty.

Good morning.

Porridge!

Well, there you are.

It's the best I can do.

You've done it.

This'll be the finest engine since they made

the first wheel.

And that's a long time ago.

Look, it's morning.

Hello, Mary, lass.

Good morning.

We'll have a grand night with my engines.

Oh, this is my daughter Mary, Mr. Gillespie.

Good morning.

Breakfast's ready, Father.

Aye.

You may join us if you wish.

Oh, I wouldn't trouble you, miss.

What's that?

She makes grand porridge.

Get your bun in.

This way, Mr. Gillespie.

Maybe you want to wash your hands, thank

you.

Here you are, then.

Yes, plenty of water and soap.

Hello.

Sit down, my lad.

Aye.

Father, we thank thee for thy bounty.

Look down on this house, man and maid,

with thy loving kindness.

Amen.

Fault him, my lad.

Mr. Gillespie's grand at mathematics.

Oh?

Aye, he's a wizard.

Years ago, they would have hanged him.

People have more patience nowadays.

Here's a sailor now.

Never held a hammer in his hand or

forged a piece of iron.

Still, he has more sense of engine in

his blood than I have.

Father's always pleased when a body looks twice

at his drawings.

Why not?

A pat on the back does nobody any

harm.

Now, Mr. Gillespie's first mate on the Falcon.

Made port yesterday.

Isn't that right, lad?

Then you'll be sailing soon, no doubt.

Well, yes and no.

I may look for a ship of my

own.

And again, I may go home.

Edinburgh.

Oh, Edinburgh's a grand place.

You'll be wanting to see it again.

Ah, a man I can talk to comes

along and off he goes again.

Father, there's the bell.

You'll be late.

All right, take your thing, lad.

But you promised to show me the foundry.

Oh, so I did.

You still in the mind to see it?

I am.

Come on, then.

Bye, Mary.

Goodbye and thank you.

Sorry to have kept your father up.

It won't happen again.

I'm sure it won't.

Mr. Gillespie, come on.

Goodbye.

Well, what do you think of it?

Unlike the rest of the world, Mr. Shaw,

I had no idea the power there is

in steam.

Aye, power and force uncontrolled is an awful

thing.

We'll see it now.

I can rig a ship and be handy,

but it's another thing to build an engine.

Man, the way of making all good things

is the same.

First, look sharp to your materials.

Get rid of every bound you can do

without.

Aye, simplify and work.

That's Scottish, and it's eternal.

You'll never go wrong, lad, if you remember

the past of your fathers and keep your

eye on the future.

That sounds like a creed, Mr. Shaw.

Aye, there's not a better one.

Ah, but I'm wasting my words on you.

You'll be off to sea again.

I will, no doubt.

Aye, well, it's a great pity, wasting your

talent on hemp and canvas.

Still, if you must go, you must.

I must get a ship.

Well, I'm in your debt, lad.

After the work you and I did together

last night, I'll soon be making a working

model of my engine.

You know, if I were only 20 years

younger, or had a younger man working with

me, someone with a good head on his

shoulders, like yourself.

Oh, man, if I only could.

We could do it in no time.

Ah, but I forgot.

You'll be off to sea again.

In a week, perhaps.

Perhaps.

Perhaps?

Perhaps.

I remember a verse somewhere.

It was in the Bible, I think.

The old man shall dream dreams, and the

young man shall see visions.

Have you no shame, John Shaw?

It's a quote from the holy book to

gain your own end.

Oh, my.

That's fine.

She goes.

Aye, as true as the spirit level.

Aye, the tea kettle did the trick.

Did you hear me call?

Did you last?

I did, three times.

Supper's ready.

Oh, but Mary, have a look.

It's running like a clock.

The clock's at five.

Tea'll be cold, and I'll waste no coals

warming it again.

Come on, Debbie.

Oh, we've got meat today.

That's fine.

For what we are about to receive, may

the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

Amen.

As I was telling you, I'm sure we

can raise the pressure.

Aye, maybe you're right, Debbie, but...

But all we need do is to turn...

I know, I know.

Yes, we'll do that.

Mr. Grant's form and himself will be here

shortly.

Yourself was here today, Father.

Oh?

What did he want?

He said you must be at the shop

in the morning, or you needn't go back

at all.

Why should he go back?

With what he's got out there in that

shed, he doesn't have to work for Grant

or any other man.

I told the foreman you'd be at work

in the morning.

Oh, but that's nonsense.

Nonsense, is it?

That's nonsense out there.

Bits of wood and iron.

I've put up with Father's notions as long

as he's kept working.

His job with Grant's sour bread and butter.

But people like you come along with nothing

else to do.

Encourage him and his wild ideas and he's

off in the clouds again.

Then what happens?

Nothing.

Nothing ever happens.

They lose interest and Father's left holding the

pieces.

Oh, but Mary, this time will be different.

This time will be worse.

If Father's discharged from the shop, we'll be

out of this house, lock, stock and bed

post.

So the sooner you get out and go

about your business, the better it'll be for

all of us.

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you felt like that about

it.

I'll go, of course.

Oh, I didn't quite mean all I said.

Don't you see?

This has been going on for years.

While Mother was alive, too.

Father's had so many disappointments about his engine,

it's made a drinking man of him.

I promised Mother.

And Davey, he's all I've got in the

world.

But your Father's a genius, Mary.

He lives in his heart, in his mind,

for what may come of it.

And what has come of it?

Nothing.

No one trusts him, no one believes him.

He might have been foreman in the shop,

he might have had a place of his

own.

But he will have.

His engine's a thing of use, a grand

thing.

All we have to do is...

I know.

Find someone who'll buy it.

But who will?

Who'll believe in it?

I'll find the man.

If we believe in it.

We?

Yes, you and I.

You see, it's more than the engine without

us.

It's faith.

Faith in your father.

You may be right, Davey.

But I can't risk it.

One more disappointment, and I couldn't save him

from himself.

He's going back to work tomorrow.

He's going to give up the engine.

And I want you to leave here and

never see us again.

If you don't, I must go myself.

But why come to me?

Why don't you go to Shaw's employer?

He builds engines.

I've been to Mr. Grant, and it was

he who suggested I come to you.

He did?

Aye, he told me he's often spoken to

about building a steamship.

Grant's a persistent man.

He always wanted to build a steamship for

me.

But sailing ships are good enough.

They're no longer good enough for coast-wise

shipping.

And you'll admit, sir, that steam is carrying

most coast-wise tonnage now.

And isn't that a loss for owners of

sail?

Maybe.

But, man, you're talking about the North Atlantic.

You ought to know what that means.

I do, and I know that steam will

cross it.

It's bound to.

It's necessary if we're to have speed.

And speed, Mr. Fenton, has been your policy.

But I've another, my lad.

Never to waste time on such harebrained fancy

as this.

That's good.

I'm sorry to have wasted your time, Mr.

Fenton.

I seem to have been wasting mine.

I thought you might realize what a grand

thing Shaw has here.

Something new and big and inevitable.

You may not see it, but you can't

stop it.

You may stick with sail, but you'll find

out that sail can't fight against steam.

You may go on trying to break records,

but you'll only succeed in breaking more men.

Good day, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Glesby isn't aboard, miss.

But you're expecting him, aren't you?

Not that I know of, miss.

All right, thank you.

Davy!

Hello, Mary.

I heard the Falcon was sailing and I

didn't want to let you go without telling

you I was sorry about yesterday.

It was the truth I spoke, but not

the right way to you, maybe.

Perhaps it's best you didn't.

Did your father go back to work?

Aye.

Good.

And you're going with the ship, David?

Aye.

But as a passenger to London.

London?

Aye, London.

I've been wasting my time here, Mary.

I've been a fool to think I could

sell your father's idea here.

But London, that's the place for ideas where

there's the Admiralty and the government would be

interested in steam.

Anyway, it'll be worth a try.

But suppose they won't listen to you.

It'll be such a waste of time and

money and hope.

Oh, why did father get you into this?

Oh, I'm glad he did.

You see, with me, it's not just your

father, Mary.

I left the sea of my own accord

because I couldn't stand to see the waste

of seamen's lives and sailing ships.

Your father made me see that that needn't

last forever.

What we see here now in these drawings

will be as familiar to people as the

sea itself.

And lives will be safe within reason.

And I'll not rest until I'm standing on

the quarterdeck as master of the first steamship

to cross the North Atlantic.

Oh, I like the spirit in you, David.

But I think it's not for our time.

And I think you're being stubborn.

Perhaps I am.

But if I'm going on that ship, I

must get my donage.

Well, at least let me wish you luck.

Oh, thank you, Mary.

And tell your father if I have any

news for him, I'll let him know.

No, David, I'd rather not.

I don't want him raising his hopes and

waiting day by day.

If he asks me about you, I'll tell

him you've gone back to sea.

That's better, no doubt.

But you could write to me, David.

Mary, whatever happens, I'd like to know.

You will?

I promise.

Goodbye, Mary.

Goodbye.

I'll save your good luck wish for the

Admiralty.

It's the Navy.

Think what a warship might do with steam.

Steam.

Atlantic.

Limbos.

I wouldn't put a ship...

Get away from that horse.

Get away, you tramp.

Go on.

Here, here, enough of that abuse.

Come here, my boy.

Well, bless my soul, if it isn't my

buckle mate.

Or should I say captain.

Oh, mate, it still is, Mr. Smith.

I hope you got a good price for

your rotten apples.

I did, my lad.

In fact, they paid out very handsomely.

Congratulations.

Well, I must be going, sir.

Good day.

Here, here.

Don't be shy, matey.

Feel better for that, my lad?

Oh, thank you, sir.

Now I'm going to talk to you straight

from the shoulder.

You've no right to let yourself get in

this condition.

You're a good seaman.

There's no reason why you can't find yourself

a bird.

I haven't had the time, sir.

Haven't had the time?

No, sir, I've been busy.

Busy?

Doing what?

Holding horses' heads?

No, sir.

No, sir, I've been trying to sell an

idea that I believe in to half the

shipping men of London.

They call it everything from fantastic to madness.

Maybe they're right.

Well, what is it?

Crossing the Atlantic all the way by steam.

Steam?

Right.

You think it can be done?

Well, there's the idea I've been trying to

sell for months, sir.

Take a good look at it.

You'll probably be the last one that will.

Hmm.

Is there a working model of these drawings?

Yes, sir.

Well, then.

I think my associates might be interested in

seeing it.

Your associates?

Yes.

Shippers of perishables like myself.

We're the ones that are interested in faster

service.

We're forming a company for this very purpose.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Steady.

Steady.

Steady.

What's the matter, John?

Saving a bet on the noon meal?

No, no.

Unless he's never late.

I hope there's nothing wrong.

Oh, here she is.

Hello, Mary.

I'm sorry, Father.

Oh, it's all right.

Better late cripples than no vittles at all.

Man, that's a grand, warm smell.

Keep your tongue for the taste of it.

Grand.

You're fine at this.

Get the cooking, Mary.

And what did she give you, young Ronald,

my son?

And what did she give you, my handsome

young man?

Oh, you scooped and brewed mother, make my

bed soon.

Oh, I feel you are poisoned, young Ronald,

my son.

Here.

I had a bite at home.

You know, Father, you're looking as fine as

silk these days.

I think it comes eating with the clock

and sleeping at night.

Aye.

Now, mind you, weren't so brisk when you

worked on the engine model.

It seemed you didn't care twopence whether you

ate or slept.

You do feel better, no doubt.

That is, since you gave up working on

the engine.

Well, no talk of that.

Fair, lassie?

But you do feel it's all turned out

for the best.

I mean, you don't feel too badly about

giving it all up.

I can't say I don't, now and then,

but...

I'm glad you say that.

I had my dreams.

Old men's fancies, they called them.

You know, Mary, when that young lad Gillespie

came along, I had no doubt about it.

A fine lad, that.

He believed in my engine.

Father, suppose someone with money would build a

ship with your engines.

Would it do all you say?

I mean, would it be a great success

and all?

I'm as sure of it, Mary, as I

am of God.

But it's best we forget the whole thing

entirely.

But it's not.

Look.

Look, Father, it's from David.

He's in London.

London?

You told me he'd gone to see you.

I told you a lie, Father.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't bear the heartbreak for you if

nothing came of it.

But it has.

Look, read it yourself.

David's met a Mr. Smith.

He's going to build your engines.

It's a broad, big company, Father, and we're

to go to London, and you're going to

tell them all about it.

To London?

Aye, to London.

David sent us the money, and he says

we're not to lose it, and we're to

leave at once.

And I'm going to have a new dress

and a gay rowan bonnet.

McGregor!

Campbell!

Stewart!

McNeil!

Everybody, come here!

What's gone wrong, John?

Wrong?

There's nothing wrong.

It's all coming out as I said it

would.

Mr. McNeil, I'm leaving the shop.

I'll be going to London by coach.

Come on, you've gone daft at last.

Daft, is it?

Not so daft as you thought I was.

They believe in my engines.

Men with money.

I've won millions in pound sterling.

They'll build a fleet for my engines to

sail across the seven seas.

Well, what's wrong with you?

Why don't you laugh at me?

Laugh like apes, like you used to do.

What's the noise?

What's going on here?

Aye, you'd like to know, Mr. Grant.

Read that.

Oh, no, Father, it's David.

David will know mine.

I'll get my coat.

Mr. Grant, you'll soon see a new machine

shop in Greenwich.

A shop that'll open your eyes.

The name above the door will be mine.

Come on, Lassie.

Come on.

Be careful with my luggage.

David.

Mr. Shaw, welcome to London.

Where's Mary?

Oh, she's in the coach.

I'm sorry the journey's ended, Miss.

Thank you, sir.

David.

Who's that?

Who?

That.

A soldier, David.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad you got here at last.

I thought you'd never get here.

Come on, we have no time to lose.

Wait a minute.

What's your hurry?

We have to meet with the board of

directors.

Ah, there's plenty of time.

We've all wanted to see first the Tower,

the London Bridge.

What's your hurry, David?

Mr. Grant is here.

Grant?

Aye, you're Mr. Grant from Greenwich.

He arrived here yesterday.

He's trying to persuade them to let him

build our engine.

Oh, he is, is he?

Well, you're right.

There is no time to lose.

Where is he?

Oh, easy there.

We have to put on some polish first.

I've taken some rooms for you in here.

Oh, thanks.

Go straight up there.

You're looking quite the grand lady, Miss Shaw.

Thank you, Mr. Gillespie.

Mr. Grant has made it clear to us

beyond much doubt that it would be quite

impossible for you to build the engines for

our steamship, Mr. Shaw.

He says you have no shop, no tools,

no workmen.

In short, we may use your engines, but

it doesn't necessarily follow that we would have

you build them.

Mr. Grant has tools and workmen.

That's true.

I have nothing but my own bare hands.

But what are tools and workmen?

Nothing but bare hands multiplied into power.

Tools and workmen, I can get.

So can any other man if he has

money.

But I trust no other man but myself

to build those engines if they're to take

your ship across the North Atlantic.

Nonsense!

Do you mean to say other engineers are

incompetent?

I didn't say that.

But they've never designed an engine like mine.

I started working on mine where they left

off.

They called me visionary.

They didn't believe the sea could be crossed

by steam.

Well, if they don't believe it, they should

have no part in it.

Men who have no faith give up too

easily.

I am the one who had no faith

in my engine, so why should I let

them build it?

You're asking for an engine with the strength

of a thousand men, a thing of power

that must withstand the power of the sea.

If you agree to trust mine, you must

let me make it as I think it

should be made.

Aye, inch by inch, pound by pound.

If I couldn't, I wouldn't answer for it

or risk a single life with it.

No, gentlemen, if the engines are to be

made at all, they must be made by

John Shaw.

And David Gillespie.

You'll be wanting your dinner, David.

Oh, noon already.

It is.

I must get on with father's.

He knows when it's time to eat.

Just a minute.

What do you think of the ship?

Oh, it's grand.

Aye, she'll look better on the North Atlantic.

Did you know I got my master's papers

today?

You did, David?

Aye.

Oh, I can't wait for the day when

I'm standing on her quarter deck bound for

New York.

She'll make a fine sight too, steaming up

New York Harbour, with the crowds at Castle

Gardens and David Gillespie at the helm as

master.

No doubt you'll be going back to sea

for good then.

Why should I?

Why shouldn't you?

You've got your master's papers.

Oh, but only for this voyage, for a

maiden voyage.

After that I'll be back in the shop

with your father building engines for a whole

fleet of ships.

And who's to stop me?

No one.

But it's good to know it's true.

Aye.

Why, Mr. Smith.

David.

Miss Shaw.

What brings you from London, sir?

To see what progress you're making.

Oh, splendid, sir.

We'll be ready to sail in May as

planned, sir.

We must sail before that.

We have a rival.

Rival?

Who?

The Great Western Railway Company.

They're building a steamship and calling it the

Great Western.

She will sail the middle of April.

April?

Yes.

Now the question is, can we beat her?

If we don't, we won't get the government

subsidy.

And without it, this whole thing is a

gamble.

Oh, it's not a question of can we,

we must.

Good.

How about your engines?

Will they be ready?

Come along and have a look for yourself,

sir.

Oh, but David, your dinner.

Save it till supper.

Come along, Mr. Smith.

This way.

Steady now, steady.

That's fine.

All right.

Look after it, Campbell.

Aye, John.

Well, that's the start of the second one.

We'll not be long now.

Better not if we're to beat the Great

Western.

Aye, we'll do that.

You build the ship.

We'll have the engines ready.

Ha, ha, ha.

There are your men.

Shaw and Gillespie?

Yes, sir.

By order of the court, and so on,

and so on, and so on, in short,

here's a writ of repellent against you.

A writ what for?

By order of the court, until such time

as the legal rights of the so-called

Shaw engine have been disposed of, and so

on, and so on, and so on, and

in short, you'll have to close the works.

But, man, we're building engines.

You can't close the works.

Young man, the court's done it.

Oh, it's you, is it?

But you'll need a long spoon to eat

my porridge, Mr. Gunn.

I'll not abide the writ.

Constable, it's dark ruin.

We're working against time.

Then you'd better see the magistrate.

Do your duty, men.

It's a dirty lawyer's trick.

The shop's mine, and David's.

A man can fight for his own, can't

he?

Get out!

Get out!

Mr. Law, Mr. Law, there's no good in

disorder.

I know, but we must do something quick,

Davy.

We will.

All right, men, you can go.

We'll call you back later.

I'll see Mr. Smith.

He'll know what to do.

Now, in the meantime, you go on home.

No.

Oh, you'll only lose your temper.

All right, Davy.

And all I have to say is that

it's a thin trick with malice in it.

I know my rights, young man.

Rights!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, in moderation.

More quietly, please.

Wally, stir up that fire.

Now, Mr. McKinnon.

Your Honor, I ask for my client, Mr.

Smith, that you withdraw your rate against the

Shaw and Gillespie work.

Why, in the name of goodness, at this

time of night?

Because we must complete our steamship before the

1st of April, sir.

That has nothing to do with the law

in this case.

Law?

It's the dog in the manger with him.

Young man, I've studied all my rights as

Shaw's employer.

You be quiet!

Your Honor, Mr. Grant maintains that he is

the legal owner of certain mechanical appliances, now

in the hands of one John Shaw.

I know that.

I issued the rate.

Didn't I?

Mr. Grant has sworn to a writ of

replacement, asking restitution on the damages.

On what grounds, sir?

The wrongful taking of goods.

What?

If John Shaw perfected his engine during the

time he received pay from Mr. Grant, then

Grant becomes the legal owner of the engine

with damages for loss.

Mr. McNeil, Mr. Grant says that Mr. Shaw

was in his pay during the time he

made his engine.

Aye, that's right, sir.

Do you recall going to Mr. Shaw's house

and telling his daughter that unless her father

went back to work, he wouldn't be taken

back at all?

I did that.

Now, Mr. Shaw had been away from the

works for quite a long bit of time,

had he not?

Well, we were thinking he was ill.

Did he get his pay during that time?

Young man, are you trying to prove that

John Shaw was not in my employ?

Did he get his pay?

Well, I...

I must have a look at my ledger.

He knows he didn't get tuppence.

John Shaw's own daughter told me so.

Your Honor, it was during that time that

John Shaw built his engine.

You can prove that, Mr. Gillespie?

Prove it.

I helped him.

Aha!

That's a horse of a different color.

Still, if Mr. Grant wishes to go on

to law, he may.

However...

Your Honor, I advise my client, Mr. Grant,

that he withdraw his claim.

Mr. Grant?

Oh, very well.

If that's the case, get on with your

engines, my lad.

Wally, put a warming pan in my bed.

Good night to you all.

Good night, Your Honor.

Congratulations, Mr. Smith.

I'll be telling Mr. Shaw.

It's a daft looking thing.

Do you think it would take a man

across the sea?

Not me, Jock.

Wherever I want to go, I can walk.

Watch this thing over here.

What would a man ever do with a

thing like that?

Hey!

What are you doing there?

Hey!

Get away from that!

Do you hear me?

Get your hands off that machine!

John, what's to harm him?

Oh, I saw you like a pig in

the kirt.

Why have you done to it?

You can't touch it, John.

It's against the law.

The law?

Who's going to stop me?

The machine's mine!

Look!

Do you hear me?

You're wanting me, Miss Shaw?

Father wasn't home to supper.

It's not like him lately.

Have you seen him?

He was here an hour ago.

He had a drink or two, but nothing

like he used to.

He'll be all right.

I've heard talk of trouble.

I've been worried.

You want me to go look for him?

No, thank you.

It might be a pirate.

John!

Stop doing this!

A pirate!

I never thought this would happen to me.

Not me.

Why, you were lucky to get out of

it, Kelsey.

How did it start?

Well, we're in there, and that old fool

Shaw came in and started the fight.

We knocked the lamp over, and that's the

way it happened.

Shaw!

Where is he?

Where is he?

By God, Kelsey!

He's still in there!

Get him!

Get him!

Father!

Father!

It's that pirate!

Old man Shaw's in there, and the coward

went in after him!

He should have thrown him to death!

David!

David!

What's he doing there?

Take his legs!

Take his legs!

Quickly!

My bonny engines.

Black under the roof that fell.

No time left to build new ones.

Even though I worked my very fingers to

the bone.

It's the end of everything.

There's nothing left.

Nothing, father?

At least I know where I saw...

...than we were before.

I had a job before.

You'll have one again.

Aye, but where?

Me, John Shaw, the laughing stock of Greenock.

Let me hear them laughing.

I'll give them cold gruel with a tongue

in it.

They have the right to laugh, lassie.

Think of the big words I spoke in

London and the promise I made to Mr.

Smith.

Mr. Smith won't go to the poorhouse.

What about David?

David will do fine.

Have you...

have you seen him?

No, Father.

He'll go to see, no doubt.

David's young.

Aye, he's young.

It's different when you're old.

Youth gone and the music of the pipes.

I'll be of great care to you, lassie.

I'll do fine caring for you, Father.

We'll manage somehow.

But I want you to give up the

engines, once and for all.

I can't be content without peace and quiet

and what's sure at the end of the

day.

Would it make you happy if I promised?

It would.

Then I must.

We'll do fine.

Now I'm going out a bit.

Where to?

You'll see.

I'll be back in time to give you

your supper.

Hello, laddie.

Did you miss me?

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

David!

How do you feel?

No, I'm all right.

Have you seen Mr. Smith?

I have.

And that's why I'm here.

I'll get your hat and greatcoat.

We're going to London.

To London?

Aye.

Do you remember that coast-wise steamer you

built here in Greenock?

The Dogstar?

That's it.

Well, Mr. Smith has an idea of chartering

it to make the Atlantic crossing.

Mundary air-daft.

But I...

But I heard you say yourself that you

could do it with your cylinder.

Aye.

I must have been drinking.

Well, we think she'll do it with you

at the engines.

And anyway, it's our only chance of beating

the Great Western.

Now hurry!

But, Davy, I promised Mary that Mary...

Where is Mary?

She's out.

She'll not be back till supper.

Oh.

Well, we've no time to waste.

The coach leaves in half an hour.

But what about Mary?

Mary'll do fine.

I'll leave word.

Now hurry!

Oh, all right.

I hope Mary'll understand, though.

Oh, yeah.

It's no use, Mary.

Things are very bad here.

But I thought you might speak to Mr.

Grant.

I know you think well of Father.

There's none better on the claim.

Now then, what's this?

What's this?

Mr. Grant, I came to ask you if

Father could come back to work.

Oh.

So the beggar's off his high horse, eh?

Sent you to me, did he?

I came of my own accord, sir.

Father's a good worker.

I wouldn't have him back in my shop

if he were James Watt himself.

Farewell, Mr. Grant.

Miss Shaw.

Now, I might think of taking your father

back on one condition.

He must sign a paper, making me the

owner of anything he might invent in the

future.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Grant.

I think you take a loaf from a

beggar and then ask him to put the

butter on it.

Father's talent's his own.

Before you get the use of it, I'll

sell fish in the market.

Father, we'd have a brownie.

Lentil.

Oh, Mr.

Shaw.

Hi, David.

How are the engines looking?

Oh, the engines will do fine.

What I'm worried about is the fuel.

How much do you think she can carry?

Oh, 400 tons, a little more.

Well, I'd better whistle for a favorable wind,

or we'll never make it.

We must.

And you better get below, you old corbie,

and don't croak up any more trouble.

There'll be no trouble, David.

Don't tell me it's Mr. Gillespie.

Who should I see?

Captain?

Captain it is, sir.

Won't you come aboard?

I'm obliged, dear, but I feel safer where

I am.

So, you're going to cross the Atlantic for

steam, David?

We are.

Then why are you carrying all that sail?

Olsen.

Sir?

Take all the spare sail out of the

sail lockers and put it ashore.

We'll fill up the lockers with coal.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm obliged to you, sir.

Your servant, sir.

What route are you taking?

The shortest, north.

I'm digging it myself.

Sorry I can't give you a race, but

we're sailing ahead of you.

We're following your course, Captain.

We'll give you a hail as we pass.

Give me a wide berth instead, David.

I don't want to be near when your

teakettle blows up.

Steam!

Well, so there you are, Mr. Gillespie.

But Mary, I wrote you again from here.

I got your letter.

Well, why didn't you do as I told

you and stay home?

Stay home?

You kidnapper of old men, you.

Where's my father?

Well, he's...

He's gone ashore somewhere.

In that tavern, no doubt.

I'm sure.

I might have known it.

Now, see here, Mary, if you'll only go

ashore and...

Quiet!

I'm staying on this ship until I've seen

my father.

David, will you come below?

Ashore, eh?

Mary!

You can't go down there.

Mary, come back here.

Now, Mary, listen to me.

Listen to me, my lassie.

Don't you, my lassie, me.

You get your coat.

You're going home.

Mary, I want to talk to you about

this.

David, Mary, listen to me.

I put up with your ways over me,

aye, since your mother died.

Sometimes I knew you were right, but this

time you're wrong.

These engines are going to take the ship

to America, and I'm going with them.

But, father, what will we be doing in

America?

We?

I've looked after father years before you did,

Mr. Gillespie, and if you think I'm going

to let him get across the wide sea...

But, my lassie, I can't take you.

There may be a wee bit of danger.

All the more reason to be with you,

then.

And so be right if we all drown.

Oh, Mary, that's some more of your nonsense.

So it's nonsense again, is it?

Whatever I say is nonsense.

I'm less than naught to the both of

you.

But...

It's the truth.

I can cook and keep house for you,

but I needn't be told what's in your

minds.

It's nothing to you, wringing the heart of

a body, left alone with a letter and

you off to sea.

You've got your fine work, but a woman

can wait and wonder and be stroking the

cat.

Well, I'll not be stroking the cat.

I'm going with the ship.

Oh, but, Mary, you can't do that.

There's no room.

Every birth is spoken for.

They'll be needing a stewardess.

I'll be just that.

Oh, no, you won't.

I happen to be captain of this ship.

Mr. Smith would like to see you in

the main salon, sir.

Very well.

Mr. Smith, eh?

He's another one I've got to talk to.

Mary, if you don't behave yourself, I'll put

you across my knee for once.

Mary!

This will be a great disappointment to the

boat.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Mr. Gillespie, this is Lieutenant Roberts of the

Royal Navy.

Mr. Roberts?

I'm very glad to meet you, Captain.

But I wish it might be under happier

circumstances.

Sir?

Mr. Roberts is sent here by the Admiralty,

David.

They have ruled that any ship carrying mail

must be commanded by an officer of the

Royal Navy.

What am I to understand that I'm being

relieved of my command?

Mr. Roberts is taking over.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Gillespie.

I'm sure you are, sir.

I should be honored to have you as

my second officer.

Thank you, sir.

But with your permission, I think I'd be

more useful below as second engineer to Mr.

Shaw.

As you wish, Mr. Gillespie.

You understand, David?

Of course.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

Hey, there, lad.

I'm sorry.

Oh, croaking again, you old corbie, huh?

Go on, we'll have work to do, you

and I.

Come on.

Good morning, sir.

Well, captain, I've just come aboard to wish

you goodbye and good luck.

That's very kind of you, sir.

Remember?

As you'd expect, sir.

We'll do our best.

You're not going with us, sir?

No, my lad, I wish I might.

But I must stay here, raise more money,

build more ships.

And ships with engines, I hope, sir.

Engines be built by Shawn Gillespie.

That's understood, David.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye, lad.

Goodbye, sir.

Good luck.

Well, it's just about time, lad.

Brian, go to your station.

Very good, sir.

Watch your pressure, Jackson.

Aye, aye, sir.

Halt!

Halt!

Halt!

Halt!

Halt!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, move it, move it!

Pull the head!

Pull the head!

Well, now, what in the name of...

Who let you on board?

Captain Roberts.

Captain Roberts?

Aye.

I just told him how anxious you and

father were to have me come along.

He was very understanding for you.

Now, wait till your father hears about this.

He's going to take you...

Oh, but he has.

What did he say?

I couldn't tell you, David, and be a

lady.

Now, you'll excuse me.

I have my own duties to attend to.

Come in.

Engine room report, sir.

Oh, thank you.

I've measured the cold, and it's very serious,

sir.

Hmm.

Well, we must hope for a change of

wind.

The hotter she blows, the better.

I'll have the spare canvas taken out of

the lockers and put in order.

There is no spare sail in the lockers,

sir.

What?

I, uh, had it put ashore in London,

sir.

The lockers were filled with coal.

I hope you realize what that means.

If we lose what sail we've got on...

I'm sorry, sir, but at the time I

thought I ought to take that chance.

If we don't go the whole way by

steam, the voyage is a failure anyway.

Mr. Gillespie, it is not a question of

failure.

It's a question of safety for all on

board.

However, the milk is spilt, and we must

do the best with what we have.

Yes?

Sail off the starboard bow, sir.

Thank you, boss.

Prepare to dip colors.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, Mr. Gillespie, shall we take a look

at her?

Thank you, sir.

Where's my old ship, sir, the Falcon?

May I hail her?

Certainly.

Look, Davy, it's your old ship.

Good, Mr. Gillespie.

Thank you, sir.

Clemens, make ready.

Dip colors.

Captain Oliver!

The old kettle's boiling.

Won't you come aboard for a cup of

tea?

We'd like to give you a tour, but

we're out for a record.

A record.

What is it, Mr. Gillespie?

It's the fuel situation, sir.

I'm afraid we must do something.

Well, what do you suggest?

Well, what sail we've got left is not

much use, sir, but the spars.

The spars?

Aye, I'm afraid we must burn them, sir.

Oh, very well, but we mustn't alarm the

passengers.

Mustn't?

Sir, take down the spars during the night

and have them carried below.

Very good, sir.

Excuse me, sir, but I'm afraid we must

burn more than the spars before we're through,

sir.

Mr. Gillespie, you may burn everything on board,

but my tobacco.

Aye, sir.

Captain Roberts, tell me, isn't the weather rather

rough?

There's nothing to fear, madam.

In fact, weather's improving.

And what about the ship, sir?

I couldn't wish for a better one, Mr.

Negley.

I'm glad you're satisfied.

We are too far away from America to

have anything happen.

Captain Roberts, as an American, may I propose

a toast?

By all means, Mr. Caldwell.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is our fortune to

live in a new epoch.

We behold two continents approaching each other.

The skill of your countrymen, sir, and of

my countrymen, is annihilating space.

I give you the steamship Dogstar and her

commander.

Captain Roberts!

Mr. Gillespie, we're starting on the spars and

their furniture.

Aye, there goes my chair.

Aye, sir.

You can burn my bed, too.

I haven't had much time to use it.

Well?

Everything's in order, sir.

Engines?

Working well, sir.

Ah, but you are not.

You're worrying far too much, Mr. Gillespie.

Go and take a rest.

Go on.

Very good, sir.

You're my only love And fare thee well

awhile Perhaps I will come again

I love you more than life and I

I love you more than life and I

David, you shouldn't be standing here without a

coat.

You'll catch a death of cold.

Oh, I'll be all right.

It's the air I'm needing.

Aye, it's stuffy below, no doubt.

It's not as airy as the quarterdeck.

It's warm in the cabins, too.

Keep you on the run, eh?

Oh, they want this and that.

But as a rule, they're very considerate.

David, I've been wanting to tell you for

a long time how fine I thought you

acted when Captain Roberts took over command.

I know what a bitter disappointment it must

have been to you.

You see, I remember your face so well.

The day the British Queen was building and

you told me your dream of command across

the sea.

What made you remember that, Mary?

Oh, I just remember.

Why?

Because...

Because it was all you ever told me

that I could share.

Well, you shared everything.

You're sharing this voyage, aren't you?

Well, it wasn't you that asked me.

No, it certainly was not.

It was your own stubborn pride.

Some might call it pride, David.

Oh, what was it then?

David, there's times when you're very stupid.

I'm not stupid.

You are.

I'm not.

David...

I'm sorry I've had to be so closed

-mouthed with you, but...

Well, a man can't be telling you everything,

you know.

There are some things you'll just have to

guess.

Guess what, David?

Why, I don't...

What?

I love you.

Mary...

Yes, David?

I'm thinking I could tell you a lot

more about...

About everything, if...

If we were married, you and I.

I'll no be married just to listen to

you, David.

Oh, it isn't that.

The truth is, I love you.

Dearly, Mary.

Then I know everything, David.

All I'll ever want to know.

Help!

Mary, help!

Open up!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Something's wrong, Mary.

Open up!

O'Brien, report to Captain Roberts.

Aye, aye, sir.

He's got a bad one, sir.

I don't know.

Isn't it strange?

What is it?

Breaking the steam pipes, sir.

Mr. Shaw badly scarred.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Do you remember?

Yes, sir!

How serious is it, Doctor?

He's burned raw.

Oh.

That's cold.

That's cold.

We must get him out of here.

No, no.

No.

We must fix it.

Maybe...

Yes, yes.

Of course, we'll fix it.

Aye.

We'll need to forge O'Brien.

We will forge him.

Do something, do something!

Take him out to my cabin.

He'll be more comfortable there.

Yes, sir.

Come in, Lipton.

Gently.

I'm afraid I'll be needing your assistance, Miss

Shaw.

Yes, sir.

Gently.

Mr. Gillespie.

How did this happen, Mr. Gillespie?

Throttle gland blew out, sir.

How long for repairs?

I don't know, sir.

I haven't examined it yet.

I'll report to me as soon as you

have.

Very good, sir.

Mary.

Courage, Mary.

O'Brien, bear the hand.

Aye, sir.

Jackson, keep the pressure down to ten pounds.

Aye, aye, sir.

Are we in danger, Captain?

Now, please, please.

There's no cause to be alarmed.

Just a little trouble with the engines.

Nothing serious.

You can oblige me by going to your

quarters.

Mr. Cairngorm.

Will you clear the decks, please?

Aye, aye, sir.

Better make ready a sea anchor.

If the weather makes up, we may need

it.

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, aye, sir.

You were right, O'Brien.

It's a forging job.

Get it ready.

Yes, sir.

All right, lads.

What is it, Mr. Evans?

It's the dog, sir.

She's in distress.

She's got a sea anchor out.

Yes, sir.

She's in distress, all right.

The old tea kettle.

All right, Mr. Evans.

Prepare to come about.

Very good, sir.

All right, ladies and gentlemen.

Stand by.

On your helm.

She's coming about to hail us, sir.

Burson.

Here.

My compliments to Mr. Gillespie.

Ask him to report to the quarter deck

at once.

Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Roberts.

I assume you intend to put us aboard

that ship?

Why, sir?

Because you, sir, as captain, should consider first

the safety of your passengers.

And you, sir, have no business on my

quarter deck.

I shall report your conduct to the Admiralty.

Mr. Negley, you will leave this quarter deck,

or I'll send you below in irons.

The man's insane.

Positively insane.

Wait, please.

Excuse me, sir.

What progress, Mr. Gillespie?

We're doing fine, sir, but we'll need three

or four hours more.

And below?

She's opened up a bit, sir, but nothing

serious.

Don't stop!

Sir!

Captain Oliver of the Falcon speaking, sir.

Do you want help?

Excuse me, sir, but it's my opinion we

should not take on assistance.

It might destroy all faith and steam on

the Atlantic, maybe for years.

And there's no danger with the weather as

it is.

But the class is dropping, Mr. Gillespie.

We're in for a change of weather.

Well, if you'll only give me a few

hours more, I'm sure we can go ahead

under our own powers.

Falcon!

Thank you very much, sir, but we won't

take help at present.

I think you should, sir.

Weather's making up.

Will you take a long tack, sir?

Try to keep us company until we've made

repairs.

We'd be obliged.

Thank you, sir.

Very good, sir.

Royal Navy.

Stubborn lot of...

Mr. Evans, braces.

Yes, sir.

Tea kettle.

And you will.

They tell me she's opening up forward and

shipping water fast.

If we don't get underway soon, it'll be

the finish of all of us.

Easy up.

Come on.

Hit.

Close the hatch!

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm afraid it needs another heat, O'Brien.

Close the hatch, huh?

He's not giving us much chance, is he?

Aye, aye, sir.

Hatch closed, sir.

Mr. Gillespie, we want to know how long

this is going to take.

I don't care how long it takes.

I'm not staying down here!

Get back, all of you!

I'll blame the first man that tries to

get out of here!

O'Brien, up the ladder, will you?

And don't let a man pass.

Yes, sir.

Now get back to your stations and keep

steam up.

I'll get this ship on the way again.

Jackson!

Jackson!

How much water are we making?

It's opening up badly, sir.

We're just going on our own.

More white potion.

Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

We'd better get us out of this trough.

It's getting worse.

The water's filling below.

I heard them tell the captain.

Are we going to let him keep us

aboard here and drown?

Captain Roberts, we demand that you put us

aboard that ship.

That is for me to determine, sir.

If you refuse to give the order, we

shall take you the boat to ourselves.

We will, sir.

I shall give that order when I feel

it necessary.

Don't, sir.

Can't stand by much longer.

If we don't come aboard, we must abandon

you.

Mr. Capcom, sir, prepare to transfer passengers.

Captain Roberts, Mr. Gillespie reports that we're ready

to proceed, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Capcom.

All hands to station.

Hurry, hurry.

Mr. Lewis, cast loose the sea anchor.

She goes.

Get back to your stations.

What are you standing about for?

What are you standing about for?

Get to your stations.

Come on, we're going to proceed.

She's on the way again, Lewis.

Mission accomplished.

Captain Roberts, may I present his honor to

the man.

Congratulations, Captain, on your magnificent exploit, which all

America would like to honor.

New York takes pride in the fact that

she is the first to do so.

Captain Roberts, may I present Mr. Cunard, a

gentleman of Nova Scotia who's deeply interested in

steam navigation.

I'm honored, sir.

My heartiest congratulations, Captain.

By the way, I wonder if I may

have your permission to meet and talk with

your chief engineer.

I'm very sorry, sir, but Mr. Shaw was

injured during the voyage.

He's not allowed to see anyone.

Mary?

Yes, father?

Is that music I'm hearing?

Aye, we're in New York.

We made it.

Is that a fact?

That's a fact.

Fine.

Fine.

You've done grand, David Lloyd.

Grand.

You'll be carrying on with my...

Engine?

Of course.

It'll always be Shaw and Gillespie.

Fine.

It's grand to know that you'll be caring

for each other.

Grand.

I'll cross the Atlantic by steam.

I made good on my promise.

It wasn't worth it.

It wasn't worth it.

But it is, David Lloyd.

It makes a good aim.

A job.

Well done.

But you go on, David Lloyd.

I and the others will follow.

On and on.

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