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Right, lads, we're going for 450 today.

Good thing, I could use the money.

Really, Jimmy? Tell me this, where does all that money go to?

Down my neck.

What are you laughing at? Nothing.

Good. Fill up that barrel and I'll show you how it's done.

How's the baby, Arthur?

Aye, he's happy enough when he's fed.

He's a keeper!

He's certainly a bawler.

Takes after his father, then, always complaining.

Is that right, Jimmy? Look who's talkin'!

All right, lads, let's get to it.

Yes, Mr. McCann, sir!

You wanted two dozen rivets, sir?

Yes, please. Just set them right there, thank you.

Sorry, sir. It's fine. It's fine.

Is this Titanic?

It is.

It's a drawing to show where we are gonna put the expansion joints.

Expansion joints?

They divide the ship's superstructure into three parts.

Let me show you.

Right.

This is a very big wave.

This is our ship,

RMS Titanic.

Expansion joint.

Expansion joint allows the ship to bend in heavy seas,

otherwise it'll just crack right in half.

Just like that?

Just like that, yes.

Are you enjoying your time in the yard so far?

Well enough.

That's good. Does your father work here as well?

Don't think so.

Bastard ran off three years ago.

Right. So it's just you at home then?

Well, there's my ma and my wee sisters and my brothers.

Well, thank you very much for the rivets, Jack.

You have a nice day.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

I need someone to draw something for me. Would you be free?

Can I help you, Dr. Muir?

Yes. I need some drawings done in my lab.

I've asked Miss Silvestri to assist me.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

Great. One hour.

Fine.

He gave me two bob just for bringing him the rivets.

Here. I'll take them next time, then.

There's been a lock-out at Stokes Yard!

Did yous hear that?

Lads, there's a lock-out at Stokes Yard.

Stokes Yard must have locked out the union men.

Did you hear that, boys?

Let's go.

What do we need them for?

Confetti, son. Belfast confetti.

You'll see.

Oi, you lot, get back to work!

Keep going, boys! To the gates!

Traitors, you're taking our jobs!

Come on, lads! What are you doing?

Traitors!

You filthy scabs!

I told you to calm!

Lay down your arms!

It is not the men behind these gates who are your foe!

Walk through these gates for justice and freedom.

You men...

I know your minds.

I know what desperation, what needs,

what false promises brought you here!

But I say to you

lay down your tools.

They are the instruments of Judas.

There is no prize so high

that can merit the betrayal of your brothers!

Lay down your tools and join our struggle.

Join us!

Join us! Join us! Join us!

Join us! Join us! Join us!

Join us! Join us! Join us!

About 300 men left their posts all in all.

Then send a message, Pirrie.

Gentlemen, I am under contract. I can't afford long delays

due either to mass firings or industrial action.

No, Pirrie, you have to show a strong hand.

I'll tell you what I'm doing...

Bolting the door to my coal yard.

And you think that will help the situation?

Well, no union man will cross my threshold.

Let them stay out till their bellies are empty and their wills are broken.

I'm afraid we can't afford that luxury,

even if I were minded to do it!

And there's a wider principle.

The time, perhaps, has come to realize

that the working man will not always remain supine.

And if we provoke him...

Provoke him? What are you talking about?

I'm talking about locking him out of his place of work.

His place of work?

I own that yard.

Hundreds went out, they say. Pitched battle.

Is Michael all right? Yes.

And Walter?

Yes. Seems to be.

Thank you for coming.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be?

There's just a lot of mayhem out there today.

Yeah. It doesn't affect management, does it?

No, I... I guess it doesn't.

At least it's all calm out there for now.

Yes.

Everyone back in their place.

That's not what I meant.

I've nothing against a man making a stand.

Really?

Would you like to have a look?

Oh.

Come on.

Yes...

Look down in there.

Here? Mmm-hmm.

Like this?

May I?

Oh!

Do you see the image reflected in the glass?

Yes. What is it?

Ferrite, pearlite and inclusions.

Oh!

But what are they?

Impurities, Miss Silvestri, in the steel.

And your job is to get rid of them?

No, my job is to make the best of an imperfect substance.

Oh, right.

I'll draw it

so you can make the best of all of our imperfections!

Right, I'll leave you to it.

It was a good day.

We shouldn't assume it's a victory.

Just the first shots fired in a long war.

I don't think anybody's talking about victory. Not yet.

If the management want a war,

that's what we should give them.

As long as there's lock-outs, use of scab labor,

no injury compensation, we have to fight.

Do you mean a strike?

Certainly that.

Withdrawal of labor is the chief weapon of the working man.

It's our strongest tool.

If there's gonna be strikes, then we need to tighten our belts.

We're used to being hungry. They're not.

I don't know how many men we'll get out at the yard.

Most of us have a certain pride in what we're building.

Then use it.

Use the symbol of that ship you're building

as your power, not the management's.

Make Titanic your issue, not theirs.

Remember our brothers in Russia.

It was on the battleship Potemkin that a movement arose.

This ship, this could be the site of your battle.

What battle are we talking about?

Potemkin. It's a Russian naval mutiny.

What Socrates here is actually talking about

is what happened earlier today!

You heard? Yes, I heard.

It's a foolishness.

What do you mean?

It will end badly.

I don't think you can just say that.

10 years ago in Italy, there were big strikes in Milan.

The Army were called in and 30 men were shot.

That's not going to happen here.

Who knows? Who has the guns has the power.

There's not gonna be any guns in this fight.

We can't let fear stop us from taking a stand.

Sometimes it's not the wisest thing, taking a stand.

Sofia, we should go.

Your father is expecting us for dinner.

See you at work.

See you at work.

Well, there's one man that won't be supporting you!

No plans for tonight, then, Dr. Muir?

No. Not for me.

Do you mind if I sit with you?

Oh, please.

My husband told me about what happened at Stokes coal yard today.

Albert says there's Catholics at the base of all the trouble.

Is that what you think, Mrs. Hatton?

I really don't know about politics.

It's sad, though...

In a way. Isn't it?

Yes.

All this strife.

Quite sad.

It must seem a little strange if you're from the mainland.

Yeah.

Quite different from the mainland.

Do you think we're all mad?

No, I don't.

To be honest, Dr. Muir...

I sometimes think we are.

I've conducted examinations on the latest batch of steel plates

and I believe there are serious grounds for concern.

I've tested the tensile strengths of the steel you use,

and, as you can see,

the steel cracks under quite modest stresses.

I have to tell you, Muir,

this steel is sourced from a very reliable supplier.

That as it may be, it contains far too many impurities.

It's dangerously brittle.

Dangerously?

Yes.

This is a very serious claim, Dr. Muir.

Yes, I'm aware.

All right.

I'll take this matter up with Lord Pirrie

and deal with it in due course.

And when will that be?

I assure you this will be done as soon as I can.

Why don't I bring them to Lord Pirrie now?

Because I said this will be done as soon as possible.

I will decide when.

Muir, there are procedures in this office.

And I would remind you that I am Chief Designer on this project.

Trust I take this issue as seriously as you.

And it is very likely that this industrial action will spread,

causing considerable shortages.

Stokes Yard remains closed and our coal supplies are obviously threatened.

Electrical supplies are affected, as are transport facilities.

I shall need a precise inventory from everyone

on the exact state of our supplies and our reserves.

Do we have any idea how long this business is going to continue?

No, Grey. It's very difficult to predict.

I've spoken to other businesses but...

Both sides seem obdurate.

We may well be in for the long haul.

I cannot build my engines in time if I don't have coal.

Jordan.

We're contacting suppliers in the main end, getting quotations.

At least, to cover us during this crisis. -Good, well done.

And what do we do if our men go out?

Yes.

Hello there, Dr. Muir.

How is it coming along?

Remains to be seen.

Were my drawings not of some use?

They were great. Oh.

Perfect, actually.

Whether the import of what they show is appreciated, we'll see.

Why is it so hard to communicate a simple truth?

Tell me.

Because people don't listen.

Hmm.

Why is that?

Because they believe what they want to.

They don't hear what they don't want to

or see what's in front of them.

Because people believe what they want to believe.

That's true.

Yeah.

It's human nature.

If you want to persuade,

you have to take human nature into account.

I've never been very good at that.

That's because you are frustrated by it.

I am.

You're right.

Hey!

I saw you!

At lunchtime.

So?

Tell me.

He spoke to me.

Am I meant to ignore him?

You were far from ignoring him!

That's not true.

So, what are the implications?

Well...

We don't know.

It does seem strange.

Well, if there is something wrong with the steel...

If!

But I mean, Cunard, Orient, in fact all our major competitors, use it

and nobody's ship has fallen apart yet as far as I know.

What do we do?

Speak to the Board of Trade.

Let's bring the matter up with Carruthers.

Yeah, that sounds sensible, but it does bother me.

I mean, Muir wouldn't make this up, would he?

I suppose not.

I know you don't like him.

Actually, that's not true.

Yes, he irritates me.

But he's young. Hmm!

He speaks out of turn. He's arrogant.

All youthful qualities. He'll learn.

Watch your back!

Watch the swing. Bring it down, that's it.

Watch the swing.

Come on, lads, keep it going!

Steady there, Jim!

What's his problem?

Jimmy's probably thirsty!

You're not bloody wrong!

Jesus!

Heave!

Jimmy! Is it bad? You're all right. Come on.

You're all right, it's not that bad. Jack, away for the doctor!

My family. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?

Don't worry about that. Until you heal, we'll look after ye. I promise.

♪ I wonder who's kissing her now?

♪ I wonder who's teaching her how?

♪ I wonder who's looking into her eyes?

♪ Breathing sighs, telling lies

♪ I wonder who's buying the wine? ♪

Muir, what do you say to a little wager?

The length of the lake and back.

Oh. It's a bit cold for that, isn't it?

It's just a bit of fun.

Oh, for God's sake, Ashley!

You can have a head start if you need one.

No, don't need a head start.

Well, let's have it then.

Oh, come on, Muir!

Oh, come on, Muir, what's the matter? Can't you swim?

No, actually, I can't.

I'll have that guinea off you, Stokes.

All right, Berkeley, you're on.

How very attractive.

I would have liked to have seen you at least prepare for the race.

Two! Three! Go!

The problem with the British public schoolboy

is that his emotional development

is permanently arrested at the age of 18.

You didn't attend such an institution, I take it?

No, I went to a local grammar school.

I thought so.

You have something of the real world about you.

Shall I take that as a compliment?

Oh, certainly!

Of course, I have made only infrequent trips to the real world

and hardly know it at all.

The gilded cage has its advantages, but

the company one is obliged to keep is not always one of them.

Then you should get out of the cage.

I wonder if I'm brave enough?

You don't strike me as the timid type.

In my own world, I am indeed quite courageous.

Yes.

I'm not sure I'd cope with poverty.

One must know one's limits.

MAN 2: Come on! Don't let him win!

Come on, Berkeley!

Come on, Ashley! Come on!

Come on!

That's a guinea you owe me, Ashley!

Are you good for it? Shut up!

That's the man I'm meant to marry.

I would've beaten him if I hadn't got my foot stuck in a bloody weed.

Rank does have its privileges but...

There's always a price to pay.

Do you pity me, Mark?

Perhaps in that sense, yes.

Good book?

Not bad.

Racy stuff!

I'd like a wild love affair like this.

I'm sure you would!

Papa will be marrying me off to some bloody Italian before long.

What about Michael?

McCann? Mmm-hmm.

What about him?

He likes you.

I know.

He is nice...

But he's boring, isn't he?

I think you can't marry someone who bores you.

And if you do, you'll never feel like this.

"He kissed her,

"held her to his chest

"as the ocean swelled above them."

But, Violetta!

What would Father Thomas say?

Who do you think I got this from?

Really?

No!

Join the union!

Stand united with your fellow workers!

Support the locked-out men!

Support the families of the striking workers!

Join the union!

Unite against scabbing!

Join the National Union of Dock Laborers.

In togetherness, there is strength!

Join the union!

Join the union!

Good morning. The gates of these works will remain locked

until every man and woman who works here renounces the union.

What's going on?

Sounds like Hatton.

Calm down, calm down! Do I make myself clear?

There will be no work here until everybody renounces the union.

Oh, my God, it's a lock-out!

What am I going to do?

Go home or stay and protest.

You! Do you renounce the union?

No, I do not! Away home with you, then.

Enough is enough, I'm going to work!

Away home with you. Stop that man!

Go home, Violetta.

Go!

Go down.

We'd better get to work.

Another lock-out!

Another attempt by those in management to intimidate the worker.

Denying the opportunities of employment, security.

Denying you your God-given right to bargain.

But we will not suffer this tyranny!

For we will stand up in demonstration of our steel,

our might, our resolve!

So, in solidarity

with our brothers and sisters at Carlton Electric,

with all those that have been locked out across this city,

we will lay down our tools.

Who is that man?

I think his name's McCann.

Then you will see how management are forced to listen to our demands.

Mr. McCann!

Morning, sir. Mr. Andrews.

Are you the... The leader of these men, Mr. McCann?

Yes, I speak for them.

And what is your grievance?

Sir, all across this city, workers are being denied their rights.

Even now, honest working men and women

are being locked out on a whim.

Denied the basic sustenance of life

because they demand the right to representation.

You fear the same may happen here?

Will it?

No.

You will not deny us the rights of union membership?

No. On the contrary, I welcome dialog

as long as it remains cordial, constructive

and is conducted in a civilized manner.

All I ask is that you don't endanger the work we're doing here

with any violent or precipitate action.

Come and speak with me.

My door is open.

Signor Pietro?

Mmm?

I think the time has come.

With your permission,

I would like to ask for Sofia's hand in marriage.

Already?

Is it too early?

No, it's perfect.

You know, I could do with another man in the family!

Thank you.

Big weight off my mind.

Something to celebrate.

Shh!

Salute!

Salute!

A word, Dr. Muir?

Yes.

I've spoken to Lord Pirrie and we've consulted with Mr. Carruthers,

the Chief Inspector for the Board of Trade.

And?

Well, I have to tell you that, in his opinion,

the steel meets statutory regulations.

And who lays down these statutory regulations?

The Board of Trade, of course.

Who advises the Board of Trade as to what these standards should be?

Leading figures of the industry.

I'm sure they'd be more than happy to have this cheaper steel

meet these regulations.

Muir, I'm aware of the irony,

but the Board of Trade is the proper body to consider these matters.

I'm sure they observe the very letter of their own law.

However outmoded and convenient it may be.

Dr. Muir, let me make this plain.

I've dealt with it in the best way possible.

There's nothing more I can do.

The steel is the best available.

I have to tell you, sir, that I'm very worried

about the way Mr. Andrews brushes my concerns under the carpet.

I can assure you he doesn't. He's raised all your concerns with me.

Well, then, I'm surprised that you don't act.

My boy, I know you worked for the Royal Navy

and I know the uncompromising standards they set,

but ours is a business.

And we stay strictly within all maritime regulations

that His Majesty's government sees fit to impose.

Do you know, Thomas Andrews has great experience in this yard?

He hasn't risen because he's my nephew.

He started working here at the age of 16.

He's progressed through every level of the company.

There's no one who knows shipbuilding better.

Including me. Come on.

Daddy!

When are you meeting him?

Next week.

Just be careful.

It could be a trap.

He could be stalling. They're on a deadline with Titanic.

I know.

There's strategy to both sides of this.

Just need to be prepared. That's all I'm saying.

Thanks, Ma.

Full house, eh?

Conor!

Hey, sis, you're looking well.

Would you look at who's come home!

Ma. Conor.

Good to see you. I missed you.

Me too. Look at you! Did the British Army not feed you at all?

I'm all right.

Conor. Michael.

And what way is that to greet your little brother?

You look good.

Walter!

I thought you were the smart one, or did he not have the brains to leave this bunch?

It's nice to see you. -You too.

Hello Connor.

Sofia.

And Violetta.

Looking as lovely as ever.

Hello Connor.

Oh, this is a friend of mine.

Andrea. Nice to meet you.

Andrea. Connor. Nice to meet you.

It's good to be home!

How long are you home for?

Till it's time to move off again, I guess.

So, what about the Army then? Did they let you go?

In a way.

I did help them with their decision

by smacking my sergeant in the face,

but they were quite nice about it.

Three months in the clink and a dishonorable discharge.

I'd say me and the Army parted on good terms.

That's why no letters, then?

They don't let you write from the clink.

You never wrote in the first place.

Well, no need to write now. Back in the wonderful bosom of my family, eh?

Cheers. Cheers.

Cheers.

Thank you, Stevens.

You look tired.

No, actually, I'm feeling reasonably fresh.

The work on Titanic proceeds satisfactorily.

We're on time, on budget.

Mr. Morgan is satisfied.

Perhaps it's just the loneliness of high command

resting heavily upon your shoulders.

Perhaps.

You are a melancholic creature, William.

Oh, do you believe so?

Most see me as a very cheerful fellow.

Truly, my dear, what is troubling you?

The workers want a union.

Is that such a bad thing?

Are you asking me personally or professionally?

Darling...

We cannot call ourselves open-hearted and fearless liberals,

yet, curl up when those we most want to help finally find their voice.

Emotionally, I'm supportive.

But practically, I'm worried about

the effect on the ship, on Titanic.

Stick by your principles, William, and your emotions.

They've served you well before.

I shall try.

Please do.

Sorry, we're late. -Ah, don't worry.

The main event is still to come.

Speaking of which...

Right, sit yourselves down.

Now, it is my privilege to introduce a comrade in our great struggle.

She is a woman who has thrown away the shackles of her class

and devoted herself to the plight of the working men and women

throughout this island.

I ask you to welcome Constance Markievicz.

I take it as a great compliment

to appear here before you,

the bold working people of Belfast.

But it is to the women I address myself most,

for it is you who stand at the front of any revolution.

You who bear the brunt of oppression.

And yet a strong tide of liberty

is coming towards us

carrying before it

all the outposts that hold women enslaved

and bearing them triumphantly

into the life of the nation to which they belong.

So I say to you...

Don't trust your feminine charm

and your capacity for getting on the soft side of men.

A consciousness of your own dignity and worth must be encouraged.

Get away from wrong ideals and false standards of womanhood.

Escape your domestic rut.

Be...

As free as your dream of the future would have you.

You'll never understand.

No, no, no, you will never understand.

Do you know how irresistible a good-looking Italian guy is to Irish women?

So?

Why take one woman when there are so many available?

Give me a reason.

Well, this one, she's...

What?

She's beautiful.

I think of her and it makes

the thought of living in this miserable little town bearable.

That's the reason.

Good for you.

Yeah.

What?

Here.

Where the hell did you get it?

You like it?

How much?

£3.12.

I can offer very reasonable terms.

Is this all I get?

Times are hard. We've little money coming in.

But with you out of work, I'm the only one who's earning.

It has to make do for all of us.

When's this nonsense gonna end?

When Sir Henry opens the factory again,

and those striking bastards see sense.

Albert! Your language!

Well, they are!

Anyway, we can last longer than they can.

We'll starve them out of it.

Sorry I'm late. Very busy with work.

That's all right, Dr. Muir. I'll give you your dinner.

Thank you.

Oh, this came for you.

Oh.

Hmm.

It's from Lady Carlton.

Oh.

An invitation...

To the races.

Get the man some dinner there, Edith.

Of course.

Oh, come on! Can I go again? Can I go again, please?

Oh, no!

Do it again!

Hello, Kitty. KITTY: Hello, Dr. Muir.

Hello. Hello.

So glad you could join us.

It was very nice of your mother to invite me.

It was nice of me to ask her to!

I need someone to talk to at these events.

I personally will never understand the attraction of this sport.

Over-bred nags and their equally over-bred owners

hurtling pointlessly around in large circles.

Bores me to extinction.

Do it! My turn!

Okay, one more.

Lady Guinevere, please. A penny.

Are you sure? Where have you two been hiding?

Come on, they're ready for the off.

Who'd ya bet on, Conor?

Lady Guinevere.

You?

Caramel Nugget.

Ah!

You'll lose! I can pick a winner! You wait! You wait!

I thought you ought to know, dear,

they're under starter's orders.

Oh, right, right. Lady Guinevere's looking very frisky.

Yes.

She'll need holding at the start.

But if he holds her up, she'll win.

I quite fancy Antrim Lily. Is she any good?

No, no, no. Going's too soft. Lady Guinevere today.

Oh, good, just in time.

There she goes. Caramel Nugget!

Come on, Guinevere! Come on!

Yes, Guinevere, come on! Yes!

Come on, Caramel Nugget!

Come on!

Doesn't Daddy look just perfectly absurd?

Come on, Guinevere! Come on!

He's obsessed. He's far more interested

in the sex life of his horses than his own.

Come on, you beauty!

Yes, come on! Come on!

Go, Guinevere! Go!

Move it! Come on!

Keep going!

Come on!

Yes!

I knew it! I told ya!

You won something?

A bob and a half.

Yay! Conor's rich!

Ice creams are on you then!

For everyone?

I'll give you a hand.

All right.

Wait! I'll go with you.

Do you not fancy a flutter yourself, Andrea?

I don't gamble.

Sensible man.

Drink and gambling are the curse of the working classes.

Oh, really, Walter? Do you reckon?

I do. We should reserve our energy and resources for better things.

However, I could be convinced to wager a modest sixpence

on that young filly over there.

I think she could come in.

Oh, darling, are you sure you want to lose the sixpence?

Shouldn't you preserve your energy and resources for better things?

This would not be a loss.

This would be a calculated risk.

You always lose!

Well, this time might be different.

Luck can change, you know!

Sofia, would you like to come for a little walk with me?

Yes.

Let me introduce you to Lady Guinevere.

Daddy wildly prefers her to Mummy, you know.

He does? Yes.

There's a distinct physical resemblance,

but Lady Guinevere wins on personality and general intellect.

Now this is Diamond Jim and this is Cleopatra.

She's mine. She's beautiful.

Yes, I suppose.

Well, it looks like Lady Guinevere's not back yet.

So we'll just have to wait.

Hmm.

Well, come on.

Kiss me.

Don't you want to?

All right, miss?

Oh, Liam!

Let's go get a drink!

What a nice day.

Are you happy?

Yes. Yes.

Listen.

I have something very important to ask you.

Sofia, I have known you for a little while now.

We have grown very fond of each other.

And I believe there's a good future for us.

Sofia Silvestri,

I would like you to become my wife.

I find the best thing for a poorly back

is the juice of one lemon mixed with salt, twice a day.

It really works.

I will give it a try.

Aye, you should.

There's no point suffering in silence.

Well?

Well, what?

Where's Andrea?

He's gone home.

Why?

Because...

For God's sake, Papa.

You know he asked me to marry him!

And?

And I told him I didn't want to.

Sofia, what are you saying?

I turned him down.

You... You...

What?

I will decide who I marry and when,

if I want to get married at all!

You have disgraced me!

I have disgraced no one!

How can we be sure this talk isn't a device to keep us quiet?

How do we know we're not being strung along?

You don't.

It's a matter of trust and goodwill between both parties.

Can we trust you, Lord Pirrie?

I hope so.

You realize we have the power to call our men out at any time?

Yes. And we will,

if the situation in this city does not improve.

I can't stop you, Mr. McCann.

Though I would urge you to consider this...

The prosperity of this city depends upon the prosperity of this yard.

Mr. McCann, if we fail to complete the ship we're building,

if we fail to deliver Titanic,

this yard may very well be destroyed!

You might destroy me and other employers, but also yourselves.

Wouldn't that be something of a Pyrrhic victory?

Yes. The phrase means a victory...

That is self-defeating.

From King Pyrrhus of Epirus.

He beat the Romans, but destroyed himself in the process.

Quite!

All we're asking, My Lord,

is the prosperity you speak of be more equitably spread.

Injury and death are commonplace in shipbuilding.

Shipwrights should receive realistic compensation

for injuries sustained in the workplace,

not just what management thinks is appropriate.

Make no mistake,

an injury here can put an entire family in the poorhouse.

I got your note.

I never thought to see you back here.

Have you been hiding from me?

No, son.

It's not as simple as that.

Look at you.

A fine man.

Why did you come back?

They've offered me a job on the Titanic.

I'm a metallurgist.

I work with the steel.

A management position?

Yeah.

Do they know you're a Catholic?

No. They don't.

You're in the belly of the beast, son.

I know it's a risk.

I've thought it through, so...

I also thought I'd get a chance to see my old man.

Where are you living?

How are you living?

Are you okay?

It's good to see you, son.

Yeah.