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I'll come visit you whenever I can
but this should help you get back on your feet.
Son...
Ah, it's a warm bed, hot water.
Certainly less cockroaches than the last place.
There weren't any cockroaches.
The rats had them all scared off.
Well, that's yours. Thank you.
And do you need anything while I'm out? No, thank you, son.
Well...
see you soon.
(DOOR SHUTS)
How much for a month? Just let me check, sir.
My father wants me to change my mind.
You can't.
It's not as simple as that. Yes, it is.
Andrea's not the right man for you. I know it, you know it.
But he thinks I should give Andrea time.
He's your father's choice, not yours.
- Do you love him? - No! - Well, there's your answer then.
It's easy for you, Emily. Look, I know I'm lucky.
I knew I wanted to marry Walter the minute I met him.
When you meet the right person, you just know. Is Andrea that person?
Absolutely not.
(SOFTLY) Then you just need to be strong, Sofia.
Yeah.
(WALTER, CALLING OUT)This Saturday, march for your rights!
A right to be paid if you're injured at work so your family don't starve.
March with your brothers. And sisters!
Workers' march for rights.
Am I not a working man?
I had you down for a capitalist.
Then appearances can be deceiving.
It's Mr Larkin, isn't it? It is indeed, Lord Pirrie.
Your reputation from the Liverpool Docks precedes you, Mr Larkin.
May I?
Thank you.
(MICHAEL) You'll find this man wound pretty tight.
He doesn't like a smart mouth, so keep your answers simple,
to the point, and you'll do all right.
This your brother then, is it?
That's right, Mr Chorley. This is him.
Right, then. Let's have a look at you.
What's your name, son? Conor McCann, sir.
Right. What do you know about working in a shipyard?
Precious little, to tell you the truth, sir.
But he's a bright lad, and a fast learner. What was your last job?
I was in the army, sir.
Serving the King?
Good man.
You do as you're told and you'll do just fine.
Well, I'm very good at that.
And I'll, of course, guarantee his conduct, Mr Chorley.
Indeed you will.
Army or no army.
Right, he starts today but he's on probation, mind.
Thank you, Mr Chorley.
Is that it, then? I'm in?
What do you want - Lord Pirrie's shilling?
Follow me.
(BOX THUDS LOUDLY) Oi!
I don't understand what happened.
I really thought she liked me.
(SOFTLY) Andrea...
Sofia is... like her mother.
My Marianna...
..made everybody... feel special.
A look, a... a few words.
It was like magic. It was just the...
..the way she was.
I guess that's what I felt with Sofia.
She didn't mean to hurt you.
Maybe. (SIGHS)
I gave you her hand.
Don't give up. Huh? Come on!
And for our next bit of business-
where are we on the steam-driven generators?
Aye, no delays.
So we can have our Turkish baths, then? (LAUGHTER)
(FIRMLY) Thank you, gentlemen.
Now, the main problem...
Rivet shortage. Jordan?
There's no way out of it, sir. I've scoured the island.
We'll have to start buying from the mainland.
But it's gonna go over our budget if we buy grade 4 "best best".
And grade 3 best?
I don't think that's a good idea, Mr Andrews.
We all know that there's impurities in the steel.
Thank you, Dr Muir. At this point,
we're confining the discussion to rivets. Jordan.
Order what you can within budget. Check with me first.
All right, that's it, gentlemen. Thank you.
Who manufactures our raw steel?
Er, Colville and Son, for about, er, 30 years.
I'll need two ingots of their steel.
Er, if you think it's all right with Mr Andrews.
I answer directly to Mr Morgan. So unless you've got..!
No, no. That'll be fine, Dr Muir.
So, you were in the army, then? I was. It was either that or jail.
But not long after I joined the army did I realise
I'd made a terrible mistake in avoiding the comforts of jail.
Did you do much fighting? Every Saturday night, near enough.
The guardhouse was my second home!
We get paid by the rivet, boys. (MUMBLES) One second.
Still, it must have been exciting, though?
You wanna know the truth, Jack?
It was two things. It was terrifying and it was boring at the same time.
Hours and days just waiting, knowing that any moment,
when they give the order, you'll be sent into action.
Knowing that when they say, it's kill or be killed.
Can you imagine that?
Knowing that you could snuff out someone's life
with one small movement of your finger.
(FROM BEHIND) Don't listen to him, son.
The only action he saw was on the parade ground.
That's not true. And I've got the medals to prove it.
I'll tell you what I did learn, Jack.
I learnt that there's things worth fighting for...
and there's things that ain't.
And the British Empire ain't.
No offence.
Are you gonna do any work here today or what?
Get me another rivet, Conor. This one's cold.
What time is it?
Evening.
Already, huh?
Yeah.
I brought food.
I'm not that hungry.
Eat.
You don't have to do this.
I know.
Do you need anything else?
No.
Well, er, I've got to be somewhere.
OK, sure.
(MUMBLES) Oh, and er...
Oh, no, I can't!
Take it.
And easy on the drink. Yeah?
It's only since I've been back that I realise why you made me go away.
(SNIFFS)
You've become a man of standing.
With education.
With choices.
(SNIFFS)
You're not governed by your religion.
(SNIFFS) Only here in Ireland does that matter.
(SIGHS)
They say you can travel the world by reading a book.
But we can't read.
We weren't allowed.
All we can do is carry and lift things.
Hammer and dig.
But you...
you can imagine and build things in your mind.
And what you imagine... can work.
But you have life experience.
That counts for something.
Not this life.
Not the way we live.
You've lost your pride.
Aye.
In myself.
But I have pride in you.
And I've earned that.
What the hell is her problem? What is it?
Let me give you a piece of advice.
Move on. Get out.
Or I'll find you another woman. (GROANS)I know plenty.
But they're not her!
What am I doing here, stuck with Pietro, as his apprentice?
In hock to him, for Christ's sake.
Gotta send what little I've earned back home.
Hey, what are you doing? Hey, come on. You stay out of this!
Get off me. Get off me! Leave the lad alone.
What do you want? Eh?! What do you want?
What the hell are you doing here? Showing you how to be a man.
You should be at work now, with me! I don't feel like it!
Grow up. Your father paid me to make you my apprentice.
If you walk out, you let him down. Huh?
No wonder she doesn't want to marry you. Eh?
Look at you. Look at yourself. Get back to the work.
Prove yourself to me and to her.
Ashley!
Well, let's have it. Ashley! (WOMAN) Good luck, Ashley.
I've always loved the way the light plays on those oaks.
My father was very proud of them too.
Not a day for the glories of nature? No.
I'm preoccupied with losing money. Hand over fist.
Many of us are.
I tell you, Henry, we need to take a very firm hand.
These strikers, these Bolsheviks, it's insane.
They'll put us all out of business.
They need to be crushed.
I agree.
I mean, this coming Saturday, there's going to be, what,
300,000 of them on the streets?
Sure that's anarchy! That's how revolutions start.
Have you heard this man Larkin?
No, but I've read his literature.
If the Catholic workforce finds its voice,
the Liberal Home Rule Movement will gain momentum.
Well, there'll be no home rule here.
Ireland will remain British, ruled from London as is right and proper.
I've, er, spoken with the minister in London.
Good. Westminster needs to be made aware.
Apparently, plans are afoot
for dealing with the industrial situation.
What plans?
He didn't go into detail...
..but everything's under control.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Go.
Oh, Andrea.
Good evening, Signor Pietro.
Good evening.
Sofia, for you.
Thank you.
Sofia, set a place for Andrea.
(SOFTLY) Sit down, come on, sit down.
Thank you.
(GRAMOPHONE PLAYING IN BACKGROUND...)
Not so fast.
Let me enjoy it.
Don't stop on my account.
You're incorrigible.
I do hope so.
Get on with it, Muir. First course is at 8.
And I never dine without an hors d'oeuvre.
(CALLS OUT) Kitty?
Then when we march, we must be united.
Catholic and Protestant, side by side.
Docker, shipwright and carter.
This matters more in Ireland than anywhere else.
It's the weakest point in our armour.
United we stand, divided we fall.
It worked in Liverpool and Glasgow, it could work here.
What happens at the town hall? We make our demands.
We set the agenda and we show ourselves as a force.
The management will never have seen the like of this.
Right, the place where all the separate marches come together
is here, in Donegal Square. We arrange the marchers into ranks.
Andrea.
What I said...I know.
You need time.
No.
I'll change.
You'll see. I'll change.
That's not what I mean. I want..! Don't make a decision now.
Take your time.
I can wait.
Think about the future. Hmm?
(TRAM BELL)
Thank you. You're welcome.
Please.
You're not saying very much.
No.
Should I start a conversation or should we just... sit in silence?
It's up to you.
If it's up to me, then I choose conversation.
But you have to start.
Go on.
I didn't know you took this tram.
I don't. Not normally.
See? That was easy, wasn't it?
So, why are you on it?
Er... I was...
I stayed somewhere last night.
Forgive me. Oh, no, no, don't apologise.
I asked a question, it's... my fault.
Do you go out much? Could you -
No, you go. No, no, no, no. You, you.
Er, there, no, there's just a button...
Oh...
Just one second.
There.
Thank you. You're welcome.
And, no, I don't go out very much. I, I don't really know anyone here.
Oh.
I saw you at the races.
Yes. Yes, I was... watching.
Mmm.
Too good to be a jockey.
(CONDUCTOR) "Next stop, Queen's Road."
It's my stop.
Oh. Right.
I meet a friend here and we walk to work.
Well, um, see you at work.
See you at work, Doctor Muir.
Mark.
Mark. Sofia.
I know.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(SOUNDS OF THE SHIPYARD)
(CREEKING SOUND)
Mr Hatton says he can spare me for one hour.
Ah, thank you. Perfect.
Do you want me to draw? Yes, please.
I'm sorry. You must think me very rude.
No, not at all.
You've got responsibilities.
Yes, but, er... d'you wanna have a look?
Yes.
D'you notice the difference between this one and the last one you drew?
Yes. There's less streaks.
Exactly. Oh.
And what does that mean?
Means there's nothing wrong with the steel.Which is perfect?
Yes. Except somewhere along the chain from raw steel to steel plate,
it's developing impurities, and that can only happen in one place.
So you solved the problem?
Not unless I know how.
The world of science is littered with the reputation of men and women
who spoke out before they were certain.
Can I leave you? Oh, yes, I can manage.
Thank you very much, Sofia.
He wanted me to do some drawings.
After you met him on the tram?
It was an innocent encounter.
Look. You have to be careful.
He's not our sort, Sofia. No matter how friendly he might be.
He's rich, he's a Protestant.
He's from anotherworld, one that you don't belong to.
I know.
Well then, you know what you can and can't do.
Ernie.
I'll have a small one there, please, Michael.
Malone.
You're not welcome here, Malone.
My money's as good as yours in this bar.
I saw him.
Leave him alone. It's over.
For you, maybe.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
Are you gonna join us for the celebration?
Hmm? The Olympic.
She's broken her own speed record crossing the Atlantic.
Oh, yes, yes, I heard. (CHUCKLES)
Er, perhaps later.
What is it, Henry?
Nothing, I'm... I'm fine.
Do you know something that I don't? Or maybe that I should know?
Well, to tell you the truth, I wish the whole damn thing would go away.
And we could get back to the way things should be. (CHUCKLES)
I think that's unlikely, don't you?
Henry?
Perhaps a glass of champagne is just the pick-me-up I need.
"But it has to be all of us."
Nothing's gonna change unless we all support it.
And when I say "all", I mean all.
This is not for the benefit of one part of the city against the other.
This is the cause of the working man.
You. Me.
The man next to you.
It's a labour cause, not a religious cause.
I hope to see you all on the march today.
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
I don't know if I'm coming, Michael. Why not?
I don't know.
Well, you've to do what you feel is right.
But, Jim, this isn't about God,
or the churches where we worship Him.
It's about what we do with these.
And what happens if, through no fault of your own,
you can't use them?
Suppose you lose an arm? Or a leg?
Who pays? Right now, we have no protection.
I'm not sure.
Sometimes you have to stand up and be counted.
But if you just wanna sit on your arse and take it, then so be it.
Think about Arthur.
I'll be there, Michael.
Good man.
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
Ah, Miss Silvestri. Going to the march?
Yes. And you?
No, I've got to work.
Oh.
Good afternoon. Miss?
Mrs... Emily Hill.
Ah. It's a big day for the workers. I, I hope it goes well.
So you won't be showing your solidarity, then?
You assume that I won't?
Let's just say it would be unusual to see management
on the streets protesting.
Like I said, wish you well.
Don't judge a book by its cover, Mrs Hill.
Why don't you show your support?
Join the men and women that are building your ship.
It's not my ship. But if I have time...
He hasn't got the backbone to show up.
Oh, Emily.
(LOCK OPENING)
(SIGHS)
Dad?
Dad? Wake up. Hey, wake up.
Oh, no. Yes.
Go. Go, go away!
Yes, I will. Gonna put you to bed.
No. No. Come on. Let's go.
Listen.
You have to leave. Yes, I know.
No, you...
You must go away. From Belfast. I just got back.
You don't understand.
Go to sleep.
Brothers and sisters,
your presence here today is a show of strength.
No longer will the rights of workers be ignored!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Now those who employ you should do so knowing
that they have a responsibility to you and your families.
A responsibility for your safety at work
and the responsibility to pay you fairly!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Regardless of where you're from!
Today we march to Donegall Square in a show of force,
with hundreds of thousands of other workers.
Today we march as one united in a common cause.
A cause that history will record as just and true!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CROWD CHANTING) Fair day's wage for a fair day's work!
What do you think, Jim?
Stand firm. We do not provoke them. This is a reaction from London.
(CROWD CHANTING) Fair day's wage for a fair day's work!
You will not be taking this road to Donegall Square.
Back via Macken Street.
(CROWD CHANTING) Fair day's wages for a fair day's work!
Violetta!
(CROWD CHANTING)
(CROWD CHANTING) Fair day's wages for a fair day's work!
(CROWD SHOUTING LOUDLY)
I want to speak with the officer in charge. Hold your line.
This is a legitimate protest and you've no right to block the road.
(CROWD SHOUTING LOUDLY)
What the hell are you doing here? Leave me. Come on. No! Come on! No!
Who's in charge?!
This is a peaceful protest and we have every right to be here.
Hold your line. Don't provoke them, lads. Don't provoke them!
Squad, en garde!
(CROWD SHOUTING LOUDLY)
Put your weapons down!
Stand squad forward!
Move it back!
Let go of the gun! Move it back!
Put those weapons down!
Move it back! Let go of the gun!
Advance!
(CROWD SHOUTING)
(GUNSHOT)
Oh my God! Walter! Walter!
Oh my God, Walter!
Walter!
(CROWD SHOUTING LOUDLY)
You're all right. You're all right. You're gonna be all right.
We gotta move him. Will somebody help him?!
Jesus, Walter. You bastards! This isn't...
(CROWD SHOUTING)
Sofia. Come on, let's go. Walter's been shot.
Let's get out of here. I have to go there!
They deployed the Army.
What?! Shots have been heard.
(GROANING)
What happened? He's been hit. What's happened? Oh my God.
Give me something. Are you all right?
Yes, I'm all right, I'm all right but Walter's been shot.
Oh my God. Is he..? I don't know. I don't know.
(MOANING) Let's move him.
Come on.
(WOMAN CRYING LOUDLY)
I'm sorry.
Emily.
Bastards! Conor, no.
Doctor Muir? Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
Did you get caught up in all that mayhem?
I was but I'm fine. Poor you.
Albert said there was fighting. Catholics causing no end of trouble.
Shooting. Whatever next?
It wasn't the Catholics, Mrs Hatton. It was the Army.
They were waiting for the marchers and they shot a man.
A teacher, with a wife.
No weapon, only a point to make.
The Army was brought in to break up the march
and they killed a teacher...
..Mrs Hatton.
(DOOR OPENING)
Always a joy to see you, good-papa. Were you caught up in that melee?
No, Kitty, I wasn't there but I knew people who were.
Thank you, Kitty.
You knew!
I swear, William, I didn't. You knew!
The Army, for God's sake!
Firing on their own people!
London got it into their heads they wanted to... squash the rebellion.
What rebellion?
This was ordinary men and women
exercising their lawful and democratic right to protest!
A man is dead! It was self-defence. Oh!
There were other agendas. Using the unions to further their cause.
Look where the fighting was. It wasn't in the Protestant areas.
I know very well what this game is.
Provoke a riot, blame the Catholics,
drive a wedge through the communities.
Divide and rule!
Well, that may be your kind of politics, it certainly isn't mine!
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
Where more than 12 people are gathered without an official permit,
that makes you an unlawful assembly.
There's no need for this.
My sister's burying her husband today.
If you interfere, I'll find out where you live and burn your house.
Me and everyone else here.
Don't you rise to it.
Let us bury him in peace!
(MAN) "Yeah, let us bury the man in peace."
(CROWD MUMBLING)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
(SOBBING) Walter!
Let them through. Let them through.
The newspapers are calling this a Catholic conspiracy for Home Rule.
That the labour cause is Ireland's cause.
It isn't working and Walter Hill is dead.
Michael, we knew there would be sacrifice.
How many more bodies do you want picked up off the street?
This isn't Liverpool! Or Glasgow! This is Belfast!
You know we face different problems here!
Even more reason why we fight.
The workforce in this city cannot be unified.
It's in the blood. It goes back too far.
Michael, they hit us where we're weakest.
It's the oldest strategy in the book. Well, it worked!
Now everybody thinks the Labour Movement and Home Rule
are the same thing.
We just wanted the right to join a union.
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