80
INT. D-DECK RECEPTION ROOM
CUT TO THE RECEPTION ROOM ON D DECK, as the party descends to dinner. They encounter Molly Brown, looking good in a beaded dress, in her own busty broad-shouldered way. Molly grins when she sees Jack. As they are going into the dining saloon she walks next to him, speaking low:
MOLLY
Ain�t nothin� to it, is there, Jack?
JACK
Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your
nose up.
MOLLY
Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so
just act like you�ve got alot of it and you�re in the club.
As they enter the swirling throng, Rose leans close to him, pointing out several notables.
ROSE
There�s the Countess of Rothes. And that�s John Jacob
Astor... the richest man on the ship. His little wifey
there, Madeleine, is my age and in a delicate condition.
See how she�s trying to hide it. Quite the scandal.
(nodding toward a couple)
And over there, that�s Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady
Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty lingerie, among
her many talents. Very popular with the royals.
Cal becomes engrossed in a conversation with Cosmo Duff-Gordon and Colonel Gracie, while Ruth, the Countess and Lucille discuss fashion. Rose pivots Jack smoothly, to show him another couple, dressed impeccably.
ROSE
And that�s Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress
Madame Aubert. Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with
the children, of course.
Cal, meanwhile, is accepting the praise of his male counterparts, who are looking at Rose like a prize show horse.
SIR COSMO
Hockley, she is splendid.
CAL
Thank you.
GRACIE
Cal�s a lucky man. I know him well, and it can only
be luck.
Ruth steps over, hearing the last. She takes Cal�s arm, somewhat coquettishly.
RUTH
How can you say that Colonel? Caledon Hockley is a
great catch.
The entourage strolls toward the dining saloon, where they run into the Astor�s going through the ornate double doors.
ROSE
J.J., Madeleine, I�d like you to meet Jack Dawson.
ASTOR
(shaking his hand)
Good to meet you Jack. Are you of the Boston
Dawsons?
JACK
No, the Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.
J.J. nods as if he�s heard of them, then looks puzzled. Madeleine Astor appraises Jack and whispers girlishly to Rose:
MADELEINE
It�s a pity we�re both spoken for, isn�t it?
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81
INT. DINING SALOON
Like a ballroom at the palace, alive and lit by a constellation of chandeliers, full of elegantly dressed people and beautiful music from BANDLEADER WALLACE HARTLEY�S small orchestra. As Rose and Jack enter and move across the room to their table. Cal and Ruth beside them, we hear...
OLD ROSE (V.O.)
He must have been nervous but he never faltered.
They assumed he was one of them... a young captain
of industry perhaps... new money, obviously, but
still a member of the club. Mother of course, could
always be counted upon...
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82
INT. DINING SALOON
RUTH
Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr.
Dawson. I hear they�re quite good on this ship.
WIDER: AT THE TABLE. Jack is seated opposite Rose, who is flanked by Cal and Thomas Andrews. Also at the table are Molly Brown, Ismay, Colonel Gracie, the Countess, Guggenheim, Madame Aubert, and the Astors.
JACK
The best I�ve seen, ma�am. Hardly any rats.
Rose motions surreptitiously for Jack to take his napkin off his plate.
CAL
Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of
some assistance to my fiancee last night.
(to Jack, as if to a child)
This is foie gras. It�s goose liver.
We see whispers exchanged. Jack becomes the subject of furtive glances. Now they�re all feeling terribly liberal and dangerous.
GUGGENHEIM
(low, to Madam Aubert)
what is Hockley hoping to prove, bringing this...
bohemian... up here?
WAITER
(to Jack)
How do you take your caviar, sir?
CAL
(answering for him)
Just a soupcon of lemon...
(to Jack, smiling)
... it improves the flavor with champagne.
JACK
(to waiter)
No caviar for me, thanks.
(to Cal)
Never did like it much.
He looks at Rose, pokerfaced, and she smiles.
RUTH
And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
JACK
Well, right now my address is RMS Titanic. After
that, I�m on God�s good humor.
Salad is served. Jack reaches for the fish fork. Rose gives him a look and picks up the salad fork, prompting him with her eyes. He changes forks.
RUTH
You find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do
you?
JACK
Well... it�s a big world, and I want to see it all before I
go. My father was always talkin� about goin� to see
the ocean. He died in the town he was born in, and
never did see it. You can�t wait around, because you
never know what hand you�re going to get dealt next.
See, my folks died in a fire when I was fifteen, and
I�ve been on the road since. Somthin� like that
teaches you to take life as it comes at you. To make
each day count.
Molly Brown raises her glass in a salute.
MOLLY
Well said, Jack.
COLONEL GRACIE
(raising his glass)
Here, here.
Rose raises her glass, looking at Jack.
ROSE
To making it count
Ruth, annoyed that Jack has scored a point, presses him further.
RUTH
How is it you have the means to travel, Mr. Dawson?
JACK
I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers
and such. I won my ticket on Titanic in a lucky
hand at poker.
( he glances at Rose)
A very lucky hand.
GRACIE
All life is a game of luck.
CAL
A real man makes his own luck, Archie.
Rose, notices that Thomas Andrews, sitting next to her, is writing in his notebook, completely ignoring the conversation.
ROSE
Mr. Andrews, what are you doing? I see you
everywhere writing in this little book.
(grabs it and reads)
Increase number of screws in hat hooks from 2 to 3.
You built the biggest ship in the world and this
preoccupies you?!
Andrews smiles sheepishly.
ISMAY
He knows every rivet in her, don�t you Thomas?
ANDREWS
All three million of them.
ISMAY
His blood and soul are in this ship. She may be mine
on paper, but in the eyes of God she belongs to
Thomas Andrews.
ROSE
Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly.
ANDREWS
Thankyou, Rose.
We see that Andrews has come under Rose�s spell.
83
TIME TRANSITION: Dessert has been served and a waiter arrives with cigars in a humidor on a wheeled cart. The men start clipping ends and lighting.
ROSE
(low to Jack)
Next it�ll be brandies in the Smoking Room
GRACIE
Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?
ROSE
(low)
Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and
congratulate each other on being masters of the
universe.
GRACIE
Joining us, Mr. Dawson? You don�t want to stay out here
with the women, do you?
Actually he does, but...
JACK
No thanks. I�m heading back.
CAL
Probably best. It�ll be all business and politics, that
sort of thing. Wouldn�t interest you. Good of you to
come.
Cal and the other gentlemen exit.
ROSE
Jack, must you go?
JACK
Time for my coach to turn back into a pumpkin.
He leans over to take her hand.
INSERT: We see him slip a tiny folded note into her palm.
Ruth, scowling, watches him walk away across the enormous room. Rose surreptitiously opens the note below table level. It reads: �Make it count. Meet me at the clock�.
84
INT. A-DECK FOYER - NIGHT
Rose crosses the A -Deck foyer, sighting Jack at the landing above. Overhead is the crystal dome. Jack has his back to her, studying the ornate clock with it�s carved figures of Honor and Glory. It softly strikes the hour.
MOVING WITH ROSE as she goes up the sweeping staircase toward him. He turns, sees her... smiles.
JACK
Want to go to real party?
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85
INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM
Crowded and alive with music, laughter and raucous carrying on. An ad hoc band is gathered near the upright piano, honking out lively stomping music on fiddle, accordion and tambourine. People of all ages are dancing, drinking beer and wine, smoking, laughing, even brawling.
Tommy hands Rose a pint of stout and she hoists it. Jack meanwhile dances with 5 year old Cora Cartmell, or tries to, with her standing on his feet. As the tune ends, Rose leans down to the little girl.
ROSE
May I cut in, miss?
JACK
You're still my best girl, Cora.
Cora scampers off. Rose and Jack face each other. She is trembling as he takes her right hand in his left. His other hand slides to the small of her back. It is an electrifying moment.
ROSE
I don't know the steps.
JACK
Just move with me. Don't think.
The music starts and they are off. A little awkward at first, she starts to get into it. She grins at jack as she starts to get the rhythm of the steps.
ROSE
Wait... stop!
She bends down, pulling off her high heel shoes, and flings them to Tommy. Then she grabs Jack and they plunge back into the fray, dancing faster as the music speeds up.
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86
OMITTED
87
INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM
The scene is rowdy and rollicking. A table gets knocked over as a drunk crashes into it. And in the middle of it... Rose dancing with Jack in her stocking feet. The steps are fast and she shines with sweat. A space opens around them, and people watch them, clapping as the band plays faster and faster.
FABRIZIO AND HELGA. Dancing has obviated the need for a common language. He whirls her, then she responds by whirling him... Fabrizio's eyes go wide when he realizes she's stronger than he is.
The tune ends in a mad rush. Jack steps away from Rose with a flourish, allowing her to take a bow. Exhilarated and slightly tipsy, she does a graceful ballet ployer, feet turned out perfectly. Everyone laughs and applauds. Rose is a hit with the steerage folks, who've never had a lady party with them.
They move to a table, flushed and sweaty. Rose grabs Fabrizio's cigarette and takes a big drag. She's feeling cocky. Fabrizio is grinning, holding hands with Helga.
JACK
How you doin'?
FABRIZIO
I don't know what she's say, she don't know what I
say, so we get along fine.
Tommy walks up with a pint for each of them. Rose chugs hers, showing off.
ROSE
You think a first class gal can't drink?
Everybody else is dancing again, and Bjorn Gundersen crashes into Tommy, who sloshes his beer over Rose's dress. She laughs, not caring. But Tommy lunges, grabbing Bjorn and wheeling him around.
TOMMY
You stupid bastard!!
Bjorn comes around, his fists coming up... and Jack leaps into the middle of it, pushing them apart.
JACK
Boys, boys! Did I ever tell you the one about the
Swede and the Irishman going' to the whorehouse?
Tommy stands there, all piss and vinegar, chest puffed up. Hen he grins and claps Bjorn on the shoulder.
ROSE
So, you think you're big tough men? Let's see you do this.
In her stocking feet she assumes a ballet stance, arms raised, and goes up on point, taking her entire weight on the tips of her toes. The guys gape at her incredible muscle control. She comes back down, then her face screws up in pain. She grabs one foot, hopping around.
ROSE
Oooowww! I haven�t done that in years.
Jack catches her as she loses her balance, and everyone cracks up.
THE DOOR to the well deck is open a few inches as Lovejoy watches through the gap. He sees Jack holding Rose, both of them laughing.
LOVEJOY closes the door.
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88
EXT. BOAT DECK - NIGHT
The stars blaze overhead, so bright and clear you can see the Milky Way. Rose and Jack walk along the row of lifeboats. Still giddy from the party, they are singing a popular song "Come Josephine in My Flying Machine".
JACK/ROSE
Come Josephine in my flying machine
And it's up she goes! Up she goes!
In the air goes. Where? There she goes!
They fumble the words and break down laughing. They have reached the First Class entrance, but don't go straight in, not wanting the evening to end. Through the doors the sound of the ships orchestra wafts gently. Rose grabs a davit and leans back, staring at the cosmos.
ROSE
Look. Isn't it magnificent? So grand and endless.
She goes to the rail and leans on it.
ROSE
They're such small people, Jack... my crowd. They
think they're giants on the earth, but they're not even
dust in God's eye. They live inside this little tiny
champagne bubble... and someday the bubble's going
to burst.
He leans at the rail next to her, his hand just touching hers. It is the slightest contact imaginable, and all either one of them can feel is that square inch of skin where their hands are touching.
JACK
You're not one of them. There's been a mistake.
ROSE
A mistake?
JACK
Uh huh. You got mailed to the wrong address.
ROSE
(laughing)
I did, didn't I?
(pointing suddenly)
Look! A shooting star.
JACK
That was a long one. My father used to say that
whenever you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven.
ROSE
I like that. Aren't we supposed to wish on it?
Jack looks at her, and finds that they are suddenly very close together. It would be so easy to move another couple inches, to kiss her. Rose seems to be thinking the same thing.
JACK
What would you wish for?
After a beat, Rose pulls back.
ROSE
Something I can't have.
(she smiles sadly)
Goodnight, Jack. And thank you.
She leaves the rail and hurries through the First Class Entrance.
JACK
Rose!!
But the door bangs shut, and she is gone. Back to her world.
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89
INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE / PRIVATE PROMENADE - DAY
SUNDAY APRIL 14, 1912. A bright clear day. Sunlight splashing across the promenade. Rose and Cal are having breakfast in silence. The tension is palpable. Trudy Bolt, in her maid's uniform, pours the coffee and goes inside.
CAL
I had hoped you would come to me last night.
ROSE
I was tired.
CAL
Yes. Your exertions below decks were no doubt
exhausting.
ROSE
(stiffening)
I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow
me.
CAL
You will never behave like that again! Do you
understand?
ROSE
I'm not some foreman in your mills that you can
command! I am your fiancee--
Cal explodes, sweeping the breakfast china off the table with a crash. He moves to her in one shocking moment, glowering over her and gripping the sides of her chair, so she is trapped between his arms.
CAL
Yes! You are! And my wife... in practice, if not yet
by law. So you will honor me, as a wife is required to
honor her husband! I will not be made out a fool! Is
this in any way unclear?
Rose shrinks into the chair. She sees Trudy, frozen, partway through the door bringing the orange juice. Cal follows Rose's glance and straightens up. He stalks past the maid, entering the stateroom.
ROSE
We... had a little accident. I'm sorry, Trudy.
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90
INT. RUTH'S SUITE - DAY
Rose is dressed for the day, and is in the middle of helping Ruth with her corset. The tight bindings do not inhibit Ruth's fury at all.
RUTH
You are not to see that boy again, do you understand
me Rose? I forbid it!
Rose has her knee at the base of her mother's back and is pulling the corset strings with both hands.
ROSE
Oh, stop it, Mother. You'll give yourself a nosebleed.
Ruth pulls away from her, and crosses to the door, locking it. CLACK!
RUTH
(wheeling on her)
Rose, this is not a game! Our situation is precarious.
You know the money's gone!
ROSE
Of course I know it's gone. You remind me every day!
RUTH
Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts
hidden by a good name. And that name is the only
card we have to play.
Rose turns her around and grabs the corset strings again. Ruth sucks in her waist and Rose pulls.
RUTH
I can't understand you. It is a fine match with
Hockley, and it will insure our survival.
ROSE
(hurt and lost)
How can you put this on my shoulders?
Ruth turns to her, and we see what Rose sees-- the naked fear in her mother's eyes.
RUTH
Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is
that what you want? Do you want to see our fine
things sold at auction, our memories scattered to the
winds? My God, Rose, how can you be so selfish?
ROSE
It's so unfair.
RUTH
Of course it's unfair! We're women. Our choices are
never easy.
Rose pulls the corset tighter.
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91
INT. FIRST CLASS DINING SALOON
At the divine service, Captain Smith is leading a large group in the hymn "Almighty Father Strong To Save." Rose and Ruth sing in the middle of the group.
Lovejoy stands well back, keeping an eye on Rose. He notices a commotion at the entry doors. Jack has been halted there by two stewards. He is dressed in his third class clothes, and stands there, hat in hand, looking out of place.
STEWARD
Look, you, you're not supposed to be in here.
JACK
I was just here last night... don't you remember?
(seeing Lovejoy coming toward him)
He'll tell you.
LOVEJOY
Mr. Hockley and Mrs. DeWitt Bukater continue to be
most appreciative of your assistance. They asked me
to give you this in gratitude--
He holds out two twenty dollar bills, which Jack refuses to take.
JACK
I don't want money, I --
LOVEJOY
-- and also to remind you that you hold a third class
ticket and your presence here is no longer appropriate
Jack spots Rose but she doesn�t see him.
JACK
I just need to talk to Rose for a--
LOVEJOY
Gentlemen, please see that Mr. Dawson gets back
where he belongs.
(giving the twenties to the stewards)
And that he stays there.
STEWARD
Yes sir!
(to Jack)
Come along you.
END ON ROSE, not seeing Jack hustled out.
ROSE
(singing)
O hear us when we cry to thee for those in peril on the
sea
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92
INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY
An Edwardian nautilus room. There are machines we recognize, and some we don't. A woman pedals a stationary bicycle in a long dress, looking ridiculous. Thomas Andrews is leading a small tour group, including Rose, Ruth and Cal. Cal is working the oars of a stationary rowing machine with a well trained stroke.
CAL
Reminds me of my Harvard days.
T.W. McCAWLEY, the gym instructor, is a bouncy little man in white flannels, eager to show off his modern equipment, like his present-day counterpart on an "Abflex" infomercial. He hits a switch and a machine with a saddle on it starts to undulate. Rose puts her hand on it, curious.
MCCAULEY
The electric horse is very popular. We even have an
electric camel.
(to Ruth)
Care to try your hand at the rowing, m'am?
RUTH
Don't be absurd. I can't think of a skill I should likely
need less.
ANDREWS
The next stop on our tour will be the bridge. This
way, please.
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93
EXT. AFT WELL DECK, B-DECK AND A-DECK - DAY
Jack, walking with determination, is followed closely by Tommy and Fabrizio. He quickly climbs the steps to B-Deck and steps over the gate separating 3rd from 2nd class.
TOMMY
She's a goddess amongst mortal men, there's no
denyin'. But she's in another world, Jackie, forget
her. She's closed the door.
Jack moves furtively to the wall below the A-Deck promenade, aft.
JACK
It was them, not her.
(glancing around the deck)
Ready.. go.
Tommy shakes his head resignedly and puts his hands together, crouching down. Jack steps into Tommy's hands and gets boosted up to the deck, where he scrambles nimbly over the railing, onto the First Class deck.
TOMMY
He's not bein' logical, I tell ya.
FABRIZIO
Amore is'a not logical.
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94
EXT. A-DECK / AFT - DAY
A man is playing with his son, who is spinning a top with a string. The man's overcoat and hat are sitting on a deck chair nearby. Jack emerges from behind one of the huge deck cranes and calmly picks up the coat and bowler hat. He walks away, slipping into the coat, and slicks his hair back with spit. Then puts the hat on at a jaunty angle. At a distance he could pass for a gentleman.
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95
INT. BRIDGE / CHARTROOM - DAY
HAROLD BRIDE, the 21 year old junior Wireless Operator, hustles in and skirts around Andrews' tour group to hand a Marconigram to Captain Smith.
BRIDE
Another ice warning, sir. This one from the "Baltic".
SMITH
Thankyou, Sparks.
Smith glances at the message then nonchalantly puts it in his pocket. He nods reassuringly to Rose and the group.
SMITH
Not to worry, it's quite normal for this time of year.
In fact, we're speeding up. I've just ordered the last
boilers lit.
Andrews scowls slightly before motioning the group toward the door. They exit just as SECOND OFFICER CHARLES HERBERT LIGHTOLLER comes out of the chartroom, stopping next to First Officer Murdoch.
LIGHTOLLER
Did we ever find those binoculars for the lookouts?
FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH
Havn't seen them since Southampton.
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96
EXT. BOAT DECK / STARBOARD SIDE - DAY
Andrews leads the group back from the bridge along the boat deck.
ROSE
Mr. Andrews, I did the sum in my head, and with the
number of lifeboats times the capacity you
mentioned... forgive me, but it seems that there are not
enough for everyone aboard.
ANDREWS
About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do
you? In fact, I put in these new type davits, which can
take an extra row of boats here.
(he gestures along the deck)
But it was thought... by some... that the deck would
look too cluttered. So I was over-ruled.
CAL
(slapping the side of a boat)
Waste of deck space as it is, on an unsinkable ship!
ANDREWS
Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good
ship, strong and true. She's all the lifeboat you need.
As they are passing Boat 7, a gentleman turns from the rail and walks up behind the group. It is Jack. He taps Rose on the arm and she turns, gasping. He motions and she cuts away from the group toward a door which Jack holds open. They duck into the--
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97
INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY
Jack closes the door behind her, and glances out through the ripple-glass window to the starboard rail, where the gym instructor is chatting up the woman who was riding the bike. Rose and Jack are alone in the room.
ROSE
Jack, this is impossible. I can't see you.
He takes her by the shoulders.
JACK
Rose, you're no picnic... you're a spoiled brat
even, but under that you're a strong, pure heart, and
you're the most amazing astounding girl I've ever
known and--
ROSE
Jack I--
JACK
No wait. Let me try to get this out. You're amazing...
and I know I have nothing to offer you, Rose. I know
that. But I'm involved now. You jump, I jump,
remember? I can't turn away without knowin' you're
going to be alright.
Rose feels the tears coming to her eyes. Jack is so open and real... not like anyone she has ever known.
ROSE
You're making this very hard. I'll be fine. Really.
JACK
I don't think so. They've got you in a glass jar like
some butterfly, and you're goin' to die it you don't
break out. Maybe not right away, 'cause you're
strong. But sooner or later the fire in you is goin' to
go out.
ROSE
It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
JACK
You're right. Only you can do that.
ROSE
I have to go back, they'll miss me. Please, Jack, for
both our sakes, leave me alone.
Rose runs out onto the deck. Jack watches her go, through the rippled windows of the gymnasium.. like a figure underwater.
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98 INT. FIRST CLASS LOUNGE - DAY
The most elegant room on the ship, done in Louis Quinze Versaille style. Rose sits on a divan, with a group of other women arrayed around her. Ruth, the Countess Rothes and Lady Duff-Gordon are taking tea. Rose is silent and still as a porcelain figurine as the conversation washes around her.
RUTH
Of course the invitations had to be sent back to the
printers twice. And the bridesmaids dresses! Let me
tell you what an odyssey that has been...
TRACKING SLOWLY IN on Rose as Ruth goes on.
REVERSE, ROSE'S POV: A tableau of MOTHER and DAUGHTER having tea. The four year old girl, wearing white gloves, daintily picking up a cookie. The mother correcting her on her posture, and the way she holds the teacup. The little girl trying so hard to please, her expression serious. A glimpse of Rose at that age, and we see the relentless conditioning... the path to becoming an Edwardian geisha.
ON ROSE. She calmly and deliberately turns her teacup over, spilling tea all over her dress.
ROSE
Oh, look what I've done.
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99
EXT. TITANIC - DAY
TITANIC STEAMS TOWARD US, in the dusk sky, as if lit by the embers of a giant fire. As the ship looms, FILLING FRAME, we push on the bow. Jack is there, right at the apex of the bow railing, his favorite spot. He closes his eyes, letting the chill wind clear his head.
Jack hears her voice, behind him...
ROSE
Hello, Jack.
He turns and she is standing there.
ROSE
I changed my mind.
He smiles at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her cheeks are red with the chill wind, and her eyes sparkle. Her hair blows wildly about her face.
ROSE
Fabrizio said you might be up --
JACK
Sssshh. Come here.
He puts his hands on her waist. As if he is going to kiss her.
JACK
Close your eyes.
She does, and he turns her to face forward, the way the ship is going. He presses her gently to the rail, standing right behind her. Then he takes her two hands and raises them until she is standing with her arms outstretched on each side. Rose is going along with him. When he lowers his hands, her arms stay up... like wings.
JACK
Okay. Open them.
Rose gasps. There is nothing in her field of vision but water. It's like there is no ship under them at all, just the two of them soaring. The Atlantic unrolls toward her, a hammered copper shield under a dusk sky. There is only the wind, and the hiss of the water 50 feet below.
ROSE
I'm flying!
She leans forward, arching her back. He puts his hands on her waist to steady her.
JACK
(singing softly)
Come Josephine in my flying machine...
Rose closes her eyes, feeling herself floating weightless far above the sea. She smiles dreamily, then leans back, gently pressing her back against his chest. He pushes forward slightly against her.
Slowly he raises his hands, arms outstretched, and they meet hers... fingertips gently touching. Then their fingers intertwine. Moving slowly, their fingers caress through and around each other like the bodies of two lovers.
Jack tips his face forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent of her wash over him, until his cheek is against her ear.
Rose turns her head until her lips are near his. She lowers her arms, turning further, until she finds his mouth with hers. He wraps his arms around her from behind, and they kiss like this with her head turned and tilted back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable. They kiss, slowly and tremulously, and then with building passion.
Jack and the ship seem to merge into one force of power and optimism, lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soaring onward into a night without fear.
100
IN THE CROW'S NEST, high above and behind them, lookout FREDERICK FLEET nudges his mate, REGINALD LEE, pointing down at the figures in the bow.
FLEET
Wish I had those bleedin' binoculars.
101
JACK AND ROSE, embracing at the bow rail, DISSOLVE SLOWLY AWAY, leaving the ruined bow of the WRECK--
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102
INT. KELDYSH IMAGING SHACK
OLD ROSE blinks, seeming to come back to the present. She sees the wreck on the screen, the sad ghost ship deep in the abyss.
ROSE
That was the last time the Titanic ever saw daylight.
Brock Lovett changes the tape in the minicassette recorder.
BROCK
So we're up to dusk on the night of the sinking. Six
hours to go.
BODINE
Don't you love it? There's Smith, he's standing there
with the iceberg warning in his fucking hand...
(remembering Rose)
... excuse me... in his hand, and he's ordering more
speed.
BROCK
26 years of experience working against him. He
figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're
going to see it in time to turn. But the ship's too big,
with too small a rudder... it can't corner worth shit.
Everything he knows is wrong.
NEXT