Titanic

Come on!

What's the matter, darling?

Isn't this what you were expecting?

Leave us alone.

Ooh!

Papa!

Don't worry.

We'll have you away from here in a moment.

You've got your orders. Let her go.

You know, I can't help wondering

why Lady Georgiana Grex is to be set free

but none of the others are.

It's not your place to wonder.

And it's not her place to pick a fight with the police

at Guildhall.

It was a demonstration for our right to vote!

Or to land up in a cell with a bunch of thieves and tarts.

One more word and I'll report you to the Home Secretary.

Who's your good friend, I suppose.

All right. Let her go.

But there are davits for 32 lifeboats.

Why on earth haven't we use them?

Because there's no need.

The law stipulates 16 boats, and that is what we have.

As well as four collapsibles.

Mr. Carlisle wanted to carry boats for everyone on board.

I don't care what Carlisle wanted.

He isn't working on it any more.

What difference does that make?

I will not have the promenade deck ruined

or the ladies terrified out of their wits.

Ismay.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Am I interrupting?

Not a bit, not a bit.

Do you know our designer, Thomas Andrews?

You must be very proud, Mr. Andrews.

Lord Manton is joining us on our maiden voyage.

Yes, we can hardly wait.

I'll leave you to it, until we meet on board.

Lord Manton. Ismay.

I got your message.

Of course we would be glad to arrange a cabin

for Lady Georgiana.

Lady Manton will be so grateful.

But I'm afraid it won't be near yours.

It's a pity I had no time

or I might have been able to move things around.

Yes, well, we only knew ourselves a day ago.

But Georgiana's health will suffer

if she can't leave England soon.

There'll be cancellations, surely?

I hear J.P. Morgan might not be fit enough to travel.

I don't think Lady Manton would care for us to be too separate.

Leave it with me. I'll see what I can do.

I hope I'm not being a nuisance.

We have one..two...

Here comes the trunk.

Strip on. Labeled.

Very good.

Are you excited?

You're not planning a hunger strike, are you?

You can take me round the world three times, you know.

It won't make any difference.

Then you've got nothing to worry about, have you?

Good heavens.

What is it?

It's John Batley.

And who is he?

A lawyer. At Harcourt and Fennell.

I wonder if he's looking for me.

Batley?

Lord Manton.

I don't think you know my wife.

Mrs. Batley.

May I present the Batleys, my dear?

And this is my daughter, Lady Georgiana Grex.

Are you here on business?

I'm taking some papers to New York for Mr. Harcourt.

Are you coming to see him off, or are you traveling, too?

I'm going with him.

It's a pity they won't let us go ashore

at Queenstown tomorrow.

I thought we might all enjoy a taste of Ireland.

We're not there much these days.

We're based in London now.

Well, Croydon, really.

Yes, only the lucky Irish live in Ireland.

You know Lady Manton is Irish?

Really?

Yes, she grew up near Blessington, County Wicklow.

Didn't you?

Will we see you at the service on Sunday?

Of course.

Well, we shouldn't linger.

We don't have first-class tickets,

and the guard will think we're stowaways.

I tell you what...

Why not come for tea with us on Sunday afternoon?

I don't think that's allowed, my dear.

Nonsense. I'll see that it is.

Off, boys.

There you are. Where have you been?

Just checking the cabins. Come on, quickly.

Don't dawdle.

- Yes, but why? - Don't dawdle!

Theresa, come on!

Oh, sorry.

Crew?

Right to the end and turn left.

And next time, don't use these stairs.

Come on.

What numbers do the tickets say?

I know where I'm going.

Paolo, forza.

Sorry, excuse me. Permisso.

Sorry.

Sandrini! You're late!

Sorry, Chief.

I was trying to get my brother taken on.

Chief!

There's a fire in one of the coalbunkers.

No surprise there.

Dampen it down, keep your eye on it.

We'll see what happens when we get the coal down a bit.

All right, Sandrini. Get on with it!

Oh, what happened with your brother?

He's a waiter in first class.

He'll earn his money, then.

I wish you wouldn't call me Irish.

You are Irish.

I'm not.

Not in that way.

You could have been friendlier.

Why?

And why do we have go through with this ghastly tea?

To be polite. Batley works for me.

If he does, I suppose he gets paid for it.

What's your cabin like?

All right. Same as this.

Oh, how nice.

Captain Smith will be joining our table for dinner.

What's the time?

I'd better go and change.

No, no. Don't get changed.

No one changes on the first night out.

Why not?

It's not the done thing.

Just tidy yourself up.

I still don't see why not.

What does it matter?

Because I don't believe in the "done thing."

If I do a thing, I like to know why I'm doing it.

You wouldn't last long in the army.

Is this right for first-class servants?

Why? Are there many servants in second class?

Who do you work for?

I am valet to the Earl of Manton,

and this is Miss Watson.

The countess's lady's maid.

Hello, Miss Watson. Roberta Maioni.

With the Countess of Rothes.

Oh, we met at the Duchess of Bedford's.

Yes, we did.

And who are you with?

Madame Aubart.

Oh.

Is she traveling alone?

Not at all.

She is with Mr. Guggenheim, the millionaire.

Oh, I see.

I wonder if you do.

He may not, but I do, right enough.

Excuse me.

Don't let's start the voyage badly.

Can't we just rub along with them?

It's only a week.

Mr. Barnes, as we both know,

I do not share your moral elasticity.

I have standards. You have none. That is where we differ.

Would you like to take your places for dinner, everyone?

Excuse me.

We're all employed by English and Scottish families.

Might we share a table?

If that's what you'd like.

It's not catching, being an American,

and some of us quite like it.

So do you always look after the maids and valets?

Usually.

I've got a few of the second-class cabins, as well.

But we're first-class passengers.

You're first-class servants.

In every way, I'm sure.

Oh, Lord Manton, do you know Mr. and Mrs. Astor?

Good evening, madam.

Oh, and a touch of glamour at your table.

You'll have heard of Miss Dorothy Gibson.

Oh, I doubt it.

Why should folks like you care about my crazy job?

And this is my mother.

Hello.