Titanic: Blood and Steel

Excuse me.

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

Last house on the right.

Thanks.

Hello! Is this the O'Connell house?

Both: Yes!

Can I help you?

So, Ailish O'Connell is NOT your daughter?

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

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

At least you know it wasn't Wicklow.

Leaving just the rest of Ireland to search through.

I did warn you.

Dad... my daughter is out there somewhere.

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

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

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

Wherever she is, I just... I have to know.

Son, listen to me, alright? Sometimes the past is done and it can't be undone.

Christ, I should know that better than most. I'm saying, move on.

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

Move on from Belfast, move on from Siobhán,

move on from everything, but I'm back

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

But for how long?

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

You want a wife, a family yourself sometime.

You can't be doing that if you're gallivanting

around Ireland looking for a child.

Who says I haven't found someone already?

Have ya?

Hmmm?

What?

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

Sofia? That's it.

I'm your father. Unfortunately.

What's she like, this Sofia?

A simple question presents itself here.

Who runs Belfast?!

Is it the people or the Pope?

Because that's what's at stake here.

Remember, Home Rule is Rome Rule.

Those who oppose us have had to resort to schoolyard tactics

of abuse and slander.

That's right!

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

Fear of progress, fear of change!

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

who run mighty concerns, who would have you believe

that Ireland should be sold and given to Home Rule.

But they have not your best interests at heart!

And their treachery and their perfidity WILL NOT prevail!

Well said!

We shall have no government but a British government.

And no God but our own!

Vote Hatton in the next general election

and keep Belfast British!

(RAPTUROUS APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

But if we stand united in our strength,

together we CAN make a difference.

So, vote McCann. Vote Labour!

(RAPTUROUS APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

This is him, your man McCann! Vote Labour.

I won't let you down.

'Your man McCann'?

It has a ring to it!

I like it!

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

You too should share-- That's enough!

Move on.

What for? Obstructing the highway.

What's going on, Michael?

Nothing. I have every right to be here.

This is the democratic process.

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

This isn't abusive, you--

What are you doin'?!

Move on unless you want me to arrest you.

This is harassment. It's obstruction.

He's a candidate in the election.

What would you know about that, miss?

You can't even vote!

Well, when Labour wins, women WILL vote.

Michael: Let's just go.

Leave it alone if you don't want trouble.

Every candidate has a right to canvass for votes.

Step back! You're assaulting me!

I'm arresting you for disturbing the peace.

This is assault!! Get your hands off me!!

Get off me!! Michael!

Michael! Emily! Emily!

Get your hands off me!

We're watching you, McCann!

Mark! Emily's been arrested!

What?! What are you talking about?

She was just handing out leaflets

and the police came and told us to stop.

And, but we were not breaking any law.

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

But she did nothing.

And they were so violent.

Has she been charged?

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

The police should be charged.

Calm down. Calm down. Shhh.

I wish I was brave like you.

- You are. - No, I'm not.

You are.

Look at me.

You stood by your principles.

You stood up to your father.

You didn't marry Andrea.

You were there when

*** was killed.

So you are brave.

I love that about you.

Do you ever want to leave this place?

Of course I do.

When I came back here

I knew what I was getting into.

But what?

Now..

You have to find your daughter.

There you are.

What is it, mother?

I thought we might have a chat.

Really?

Don't do that, dear.

It's very irritating.

This is an unfortunate business.

You and Ashley.

Yes, dreary, isn't it?

Your father is still in a frightful temper.

I noticed.

Look... Kitty.

Try and see sense. Try and make peace.

And marry Ashley?

Worse fates have befallen people.

Not much worse.

Katharine!

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

Luck at the roulette table.

Quite the opposite.

Industry. Application.

And a judicious choice of marital alliances.

Ah.

What I am saying is,

you might as well play the game.

It won't kill you!

And if Ashley should bore you,

then seek diversion elsewhere.

Mummy!

It's a matter of pragmatism and common sense!

Just be discreet.

And remember, as daddy's heir,

YOU shall have considerable hold on the purse strings!

There has to be some quid pro quo.

It is a system

that has worked for centuries.

Mummy, may I ask...

have you... ever...?

I shall go now.

Remember...

discretion.

Poor Emily.

It's so unfair.

The world is unfair.

You can fight all you like, but sometimes you have to

just stop and make your own moments.

Come with me.

Look at the altar.

There is a similar one in Arezzo.

Mmmm.

Did you do it?

On the first year in Belfast for free.

An homage to the community I was becoming part of.

Hmm.

It was difficult time.

An immigrant in a new country, new city.

New culture.

Hmmm. It's so beautiful

and delicate.

It's always been a little secret of mine.

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

So I...

inscribed our initials on it.

No. Mmm.

Did you?

I did.

Like lovers, er, do on trees. Hmm?

No one even knew and probably never will.

You see the letters? Hmm?

Look!

Ahh!

Yes.

Why didn't you tell us?

I thought you girls shouldn't know.

It's a bit blasphemous.

We would've been so proud of you.

Your mother loved it.