160
INT. B-DECK FOYER/ CORRIDOR
Jack and Rose cross the foyer, entering the corridor. Lovejoy is waiting for them in the hall as they approach the room.

LOVEJOY
We've been looking for you miss.

Lovejoy follows and, unseen, moves behind Jack and smoothly slips the diamond necklace into the pocket of his overcoat.

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161
INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE

Cal and Ruth wait in the sitting room, along with the Master at Arms and two stewards (Steward #1 and Barnes). Silence as Rose and Jack enter. Ruth closes her robe at her throat when she sees Jack.

ROSE
Something serious has happened.

CAL
That's right. Two things very dear to me have disappeared
this evening. Now that one is back...
(he looks from Rose to Jack)
... I have a pretty good idea where to find the other.
(to Master at Arms)
Search him.


The Master at Arms steps to Jack.

MASTER AT ARMS
Coat off, mate.

Lovejoy pulls at Jack's coat and Jack shakes his head in dismay, shrugging out of it. The Master at Arms pats him down.

JACK
This is horse shit.

ROSE
Cal, you can't be serious! We're in the middle of an
emergency and you--


Steward Barnes pulls the Heart of the Ocean out of the pocket of Jack's coat.

STEWARD BARNES
It this it?

Rose is stunned. Needless to say, so is Jack.

CAL
That's it.

MASTER AT ARMS
Right then. Now don't make a fuss.


He starts to handcuff Jack.

JACK
Don't you believe it, Rose. Don't!

ROSE
(uncertain)
He couldn't have.

CAL
Of course he could. Easy enough for a professional.
He memorized the combination when you opened the
safe.


FLASHBACK: Rose at the safe, looking in the mirror and meeting Jack's eyes as he stands behind her, watching.

ROSE
But he was with me the whole time.

CAL
(just to her, low and cold)
Maybe he did it while you were putting your clothes
back on.

JACK
They put it in my pocket!

LOVEJOY
(holding Jack's coat)
It's not even your pocket, son.
(reading)
"Property of A.L. Reyerson".


Lovejoy shows the coat to the Master at Arms. There is a label inside the collar with the owners name.

MASTER AT ARMS
That was reported stolen today.

JACK
I was going to return it! Rose--


Rose feels utterly betrayed, hurt and confused. She shrinks away from him. He starts shouting to her as Lovejoy and the Master at Arms drag him out into the hall. She can't look him in the eye.

JACK
Rose, don't listen to them... I didn't do this! You
know I didn't! You know it!

She is devastated. Her mother lays a comforting hand on her shoulder as the tears well up.

RUTH
Why do women believe men?

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162
INT. MAIL SORTING ROOM/ HOLD

Smith and Andrews come down the steps to the mail sorting room and find the clerks scrambling to pull mail from the racks. They are furiously hauling wet sacks of mail up from the hold below.

Andrews climbs partway down the stairs to the hold, which is almost full. Sacks of mail float everywhere. The lights are still on below the surface, casting an eerie glow. The Renault is visible under the water,. the brass glinting cheerfully. Andrews looks down as the water covers his shoe, and scrambles back up the stairs.

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163
INT. BRIDGE/ CHARTROOM

Andrews unrolls a big drawing of the ship across the chartroom table. It is a side elevation, showing all the watertight bulkheads. His hands are shaking. Murdoch and Ismay hover behind Andrews and the Captain.

ISMAY
When can we get underway, do
you think?

Smith glares at him and turns his attention to Andrews' drawing. The builder points to it for emphasis as he talks.

ANDREWS
Water 14 feet above the keel in ten minutes... in the
forepeak... in all three holds... and boiler room six.

SMITH
That's right.

ANDREWS
Five compartments. She can stay afloat with the first
four compartments breached. But not five. Not five.
As she goes down by the head the water will spill over
the tops of the bulkheads... at E Deck... from one to
the next... back and back. There's no stopping it.

SMITH
The pumps--

ANDREWS
The pumps will buy you time... but minutes only. From
this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.

ISMAY
But this ship can't sink!

ANDREWS
She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And
she will. It is a mathematical certainty.


Smith looks like he has been gutpunched.

SMITH
How much time?

ANDREWS
An hour, two at most.


Ismay reels as his dream turns into his worst nightmare.

SMITH
And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

MURDOCH
Two thousand two hundred souls aboard, sir.


A long beat. Smith turns to face his employer.

SMITH
I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

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164
EXT. BOAT DECK

Andrews is standing along the boat deck, as seamen and officers scurry to uncover the boats. Steam is venting from the pipes in the funnels overhead, and the din is horrendous. Speech is difficult adding to the crew's level of disorganization. Andrews sees some men fumbling with the mechanism of one of the Wellin davits and yells to them over the roar of steam.

ANDREWS
Turn to the right! Pull the falls taut before you
unchock
. Have you never had a boat drill?

SEAMAN
No sir! Not with these new davits, sir.


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165
INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE

From inside the sitting room they can here knocking and voices in the corridor.

RUTH
I had better go dress.

Ruth exits and Hockley crosses to Rose. He regards her coldly for a moment, then SLAPS her across the face.

CAL
It is a little slut, isn't it?

To Rose the blow is inconsequential compared to the blow her heart has been given. Cal grabs her shoulders roughly.

CAL
Look at me, you little--

There is a loud knock on the door and an urgent voice. The door opens and their steward puts his head in.

STEWARD BARNES
Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your
lifebelt, and come up to the boat deck.

CAL
Get out. We're busy.


The steward persists, coming in to get the lifebelts down from on top of a dresser.

BARNES
I'm sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Hockley, but
it's Captain's orders. Please dress warmly, it's quite
cold tonight.
(he hands a lifebelt to Rose)
Not to worry, miss, I'm sure it's just a precaution.

CAL
This is ridiculous.


In the corridor outside the stewards are being so polite and obsequious they are conveying no sense of danger whatsoever. However, it's another story in...

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166
INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT

BLACKNESS. Then BANG! The door is thrown open and the light snapped on by a steward. The Cartmell family rouses from a sound sleep.

STEWARD #2
Everybody up. Let's go. Put your lifebelts on.

IN THE CORRIDOR outside, another steward is going from door to door along the hall, pounding and yelling.

STEWARD #3
Lifebelts on. Lifebelts on. Everybody up, come on.
Lifebelts on...

People come out of the doors behind the steward, perplexed. In the foreground a SYRIAN WOMAN asks her husband what was said. He shrugs.

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167
INT. WIRELESS ROOM

ON PHILLIPS, looking shocked.

PHILLIPS
CQD, sir?

SMITH
That's right. The distress Cal. CQD. Tell whoever
responds that we are going down by the head and need
immediate assistance.


Smith hurries out.

PHILLIPS
Blimey.

BRIDE
Maybe you ought to try sending that new distress call...
S.O.S.
(grinning)
It may be our only chance to use it.


Phillips laughs in spite of himself and starts sending history's first S.O.S. Dit dit dit, da da da, dit dit dit... over and over.

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168
EXT. BOAT DECK

Thomas Andrews looks around in amazement. The deck is empty except for the crew fumbling with the davits. He yells over the roar of the steam to First Officer Murdoch.

ANDREWS
Where are all the passengers?

MURDOCH
They've all gone back inside. Too damn cold and
noisy for them.


Andrews feels like he is in a bad dream. He looks at his pocketwatch and heads for the foyer entrance.

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169
INT. A-DECK FOYER

A large number of First Class passengers have gathered near the staircase. They are getting indigent about the confusion. Molly Brown snags a passing YOUNG STEWARD.

MOLLY
What's doing, sonny? You've got us all trussed up
and now we're cooling our heels.

The YOUNG STEWARD backs away, actually stumbling on the stairs.

YOUNG STEWARD
Sorry, mum. Let me go find out.

The jumpy piano rhythm of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" comes out of the first class lounge a few yard away. Band leader WALLACE HARTLEY has assembled some of his men on Captain�s orders, to allay panic.

Hockley's entourage comes up to the A-deck foyer. Cal is carrying the lifebelts, almost as an afterthought. Rose is like a sleepwalker.

CAL
It's just the God damned English doing everything by
the book.

RUTH
There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley.
(to Trudy)
Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it
won't be too cold when we get back.


Thomas Andrews enters, looking around the magnificent room, which he knows is doomed. Rose, standing nearby, sees his heartbroken expression. She walks over to him and Cal goes after her.

ROSE
I saw the iceberg, Mr. Andrews. And I see it in your
eyes. Please tell me the truth.

ANDREWS
The ship will sink.

ROSE
You're certain?

ANDREWS
Yes. In an hour or so.. all this.. will be at the
bottom of the Atlantic.

CAL
My God.


Now it is Cal's turn to look stunned. The Titanic? Sinking?

ANDREWS
Please tell only who you must, I don't want to be
responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly.
Don't wait. You remember what I told you about the
boats?

ROSE
Yes, I understand. Thankyou.


Andrews goes off, moving among the passengers and urging them to put on their lifebelts and get to the boats.

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170
INT. MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE

Lovejoy and the Master at Arms are handcuffing Jack to a 4" WATER PIPE as a crewman
rushes in anxiously and almost blurts to the Master at Arms...

CREWMAN
You're wanted by the Purser, sir. Urgently.

LOVEJOY
Go on. I'll keep an eye on him.


Lovejoy pulls a pearl handled Colt .45 automatic from under his coat. The Master at Arms nods and tosses the handcuff key to Lovejoy, then exits with the crewman. Lovejoy flips the key in the air. Catches it.

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171
INT. BRIDGE

Junior Wireless Operator Bride is relaying a message to Captain Smith from the CUNARD LINER CARPATHIA.

BRIDE
Carpathia says they're making 17 knots, full steam for
them, sir.

SMITH
And she's the only one who's responding?

BRIDE
The only one close, sir. She says she can be here in
four hours.

SMITH
Four hours!


The enormity of it hits Smith like a sledgehammer blow.

SMITH
Thank you, Bride.

He turns as Bride exits, and looks out into the blackness.

SMITH
(to himself)
My God.

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172
EXT. BOAT DECK - NIGHT

Lightoller has his boats swung out. He is standing amidst a crowd of uncertain passengers in all states of dress and undress. One first class woman is barefoot. Others are in stockings. The maitre of the restaurant is in top hat and overcoat. Others are still in evening dress, while some are in bathrobes and kimonos. Women are wearing lifebelts over velvet gowns, then topping it with sable stoles. Some brought jewels, others books, even small dogs.

Lightoller sees Smith walking stiffly toward him and quickly goes to him. He yells into the Captain's ear, through cupped hands, over the roar of the steam...

LIGHTOLLER
Hadn't we better get the women and
children into the boats sir?

Smith just nods, a bit abstractly. The fire has gone out of him. Lightoller sees the awesome truth in Smith's face.

LIGHTOLLER
(to the men)
Right! Start the loading. Women and children!

The appalling din of escaping steam abruptly cuts off, leaving a sudden unearthly silence in which Lightoller's voice echoes.

ON WALLACE HARTLEY raising his violin to play.

HARTLEY
Number 26. Ready and--

The band has reassembled just outside the First Class entrance, port side, near where Lightoller is calling for the boats to be loaded. They strike up a waltz, lively and elegant. The music wafts all over the ship.

LIGHTOLLER
(indicating the boat)
Ladies, this way.

No one moves. A couple of women look down the side of the ship. It's a long way to the water. With the steam cut off, and the music playing, the ship seems very safe and sound. Like a big rock in the middle of the ocean.

LIGHTOLLER
Ladies, please. Step into the boat.

Finally one woman steps across the gap, into the boat, terrified of the drop to the water far below.

WOMAN IN CROWD
You watch. They'll put us off in these silly little boats
to freeze, and we'll all be back on board by breakfast.

CAL, ROSE AND RUTH come out of the doors near the band.

RUTH
My, brooch, I left my brooch. I must have it!

She turns back to go to her room but Cal takes her by the arm, refusing to let her go. The firmness of his hold surprises her.

CAL
Stay here, Ruth.

Ruth sees his expression, and knows fear for the first time.

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173
INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT/ CORRIDORS AND STAIRWELL

It is chaos, with stewards pushing their way through narrow corridors clogged with people Carrying suitcases, duffel bags, children. Some have lifebelts on, others don't.

STEWARD #2
(to Steward #3)
I told the stupid sods no luggage. Aw, bloody hell!

He throws up his hands at the sight of a family, loaded down with cases and bags completely blocking the corridor.

Fabrizio and Tommy push past the stewards, going the other way. They reach a huge crowd gathered at the bottom of the MAIN 3RD CLASS STAIRWELL. Fabrizio spots Helga with the rest of the Dahl family, standing patiently with suitcases in hand. He reached her and she grins, hugging him.

Tommy pushes to where he can see what's holding up the group. There is a steel gate across the top of the stairs, with several stewards and seamen on the other side.

STEWARD
Stay calm, please. It's not time to go up to the boats yet.

Near Tommy, an IRISHWOMEN stands stoically with two small children and their battered luggage.

LITTLE BOY
What are we doing, mummy?

WOMAN
We're just waiting, dear. When they finish putting
First Class people in the boats, they'll be startin' with
us, and we'll want to be all ready, won't we?


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174
EXT. STARBOARD SIDE

Boat 7 is less than half full, with 28 aboard a boat made for 65.

MURDOCH
Lower away! By the left and right together, steady
lads!

The boat lurches as the falls start to pay out through the pulley blocks. Them women gasp. The boat descends, swaying and jerking, toward the water 60 feet below. The passengers are terrified.

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175
EXT. / INT. TITANIC HULL AND MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE

TRACKING along the rows of portholes angling down into the water. Under the surface, they glow green. Pushing in on one porthole which is half submerged. Inside we see Jack, looking apprehensively at the water rising up the glass.

INSIDE THE MASTER AT ARMS' OFFICE Jack sits chained to the waterpipe, next to the porthole. Lovejoy sits on the edge of a desk. He puts a .45 bullet on the desk and watches it roll across and fall off. He picks up the bullet.

LOVEJOY
You know... I believe this ship may sink.
(crosses to Jack)
I've been asked to give you this small token of our
appreciation...

He punches Jack in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

LOVEJOY
Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley.

Lovejoy flips the handcuff key into the air. catches it and puts it in his pocket. He exits. Jack is left gasping, handcuffed to the pipe.

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176
EXT. BOAT DECK/ STARBOARD SIDE, FORWARD

At the stairwell rail on the bridge wing, Fourth Officer Boxhall and Quartermaster Rowe light the first distress rocket. It shoots into the sky and EXPLODES with a thunderclap over the ship, sending out white starbursts which light up the entire deck as they fall.

WHIP PAN off the starbursts to Ismay. The Managing Director of White Star Line is cracking. Already at the breaking point from his immense guilt, the rocket panics him. He starts shouting a the officers struggling with the falls of BOAT 5.

ISMAY
There is no time to waste!
(yelling and waving his arms)
Lower away! Lower away! Lower away!

FIFTH OFFICE LOWE, a baby-faced 28, and the youngest officer, looks up from the tangled falls at the madman.

LOWE
Get out of the way, you fool!

ISMAY
Do you know who I am?


Lowe, not having a clue nor caring, squares up to Ismay.

LOWE
You're a passenger. And I'm a ship's bloody officer.
Now do what you're told!
(turning away)
Steady men! Stand by the falls!

ISMAY
(numbly, backing away)
Yes, quite right. Sorry.


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177
EXT. BOAT DECK/ PORT SIDE

SECOND OFFICER LIGHTOLLER is loading the boat nearest Cal and Rose... Boat 6.

LIGHTOLLER
Women and children only! Sorry sir, no men yet.

Another rocket bursts overhead, lighting the crowd. Startled faces turn upward. Fear now in the eyes.

DANIEL MARVIN has his Biograph camera set up, cranking away... hoping to get an exposure off the rocket's light. He was Mary posed in front of the scene at the boats.

MARVIN
You're afraid, darling. Scared to death. That's it!

Either she has suddenly learned to act or she is petrified.

ROSE watches the farewells taking place right in front of her as they step closer to the boat. Husbands saying goodbye to wives and children. Lovers and friends parted. Nearby MOLLY is getting a reluctant woman to board the boat.

MOLLY
Come on, you heard the man. Get in the boat, sister.

RUTH
Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope
they're not too crowded--

ROSE
Oh, Mother shut up!
(Ruth freezes, mouth open)
Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there
aren't enough boats... not enough for half. Half on the
people on this ship are going to die.

CAL
Not the better half.


PUSH ON ROSE'S FACE as it hits her like a thunderbolt. Jack is third class. He doesn�t stand a chance. Another rocket bursts overhead, bathing her face in white light.

ROSE
You unimaginable bastard.

MOLLY
Come on Ruth, get in the boat. These are the first
class seats right up here. That's it.


Molly practically hands her over to Lightoller, then looks for some other women who might need a push.

MOLLY
Come on, Rose. you're next, darlin'.

Rose steps back, shaking her head.

RUTH
Rose, get in the boat!

ROSE
Goodbye, Mother.


Ruth, standing in the tippy lifeboat, can do nothing. Cal grabs Rose's arm but she pulls free and walks away through the crowd. Cal catches up to Rose and grabs her again, roughly.

CAL
Where are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a
whore to that gutter rat?

ROSE
I'd rather be his whore than your wife.


He clenches his jaw and squeezes her arm viciously, pulling her back toward the lifeboat. Rose pulls out a hairpin and jabs him with it. He lets go with a curse and she runs into the crowd.

LIGHTOLLER
Lower away!!

RUTH
Rose! ROSE!!

MOLLY
Stuff a sock in it, would ya, Ruth. She'll be along.


The boat lurches downward as the falls are paid out.

TRACKING WITH ROSE, as she runs through the clusters of people. She looks back and a furious Cal is coming after her. She runs breathlessly up to two proper looking men.

ROSE
That man tried to take advantage of me in the crowd!

Appalled they turn to see Cal running toward them. Rose runs on as the two men grab Cal, restraining him. She runs through the First Class entrance.

Cal breaks free and runs after her. He reaches the entrance, but runs into a knot of people coming out. He pushes rudely through them...

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178
INT. BOAT DECK FOYER/ STAIRCASE/ A-DECK FOYER

Cal runs in, and down the landing, pushing past the gentlemen and ladies who are filing up the stairs. He scans the A-Deck foyer. Rose is gone.

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179
EXT. OCEAN / TITANIC/ BOAT 6
The hull of the Titanic looms over boat 6 like a cliff. Its enormous mass is suddenly threatening to those in the tiny boat. Quartermaster Hichens, at the tiller, wants nothing but to get away from the ship. Unfortunately his two seamen can't row. They flail like a duck with a broken wing.

HICHENS
Keep pulling... away from the ship. Pull.

MOLLY
Ain't you boys ever rowed before? Here, gimme
those oars. I'll show ya how it's done.


She climbs over Ruth to get at the oars, stepping on her feet.

Around them the evacuation is in full swing, with the boats in the water, others being lowered.

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180
INT. MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE/ CORRIDOR

Jack pulls on the pipe with all his strength. It's not budging. He hears a gurgling sound. Water pours under the door, spreading rapidly across the floor.

JACK
Shit.

he tries to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin is raw... no good.

JACK
Help!! Sombody!! Can anybody hear me?!
(to himself)
This could be bad.

181
THE CORRIDOR outside is deserted. Flooded a couple of inches deep. Jacks voice comes faintly through the door, but there is no one to hear it.

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182
INT. FIRST CLASS CORRIDOR
Thomas Andrews is opening stateroom doors, checking that people are out.

ANDREWS
Anyone in here?

Rose runs up to him, breathless.

ROSE
Mr. Andrews, thank god! Where would the Master at
Arms take someone under arrest?!

ANDREWS
What? You have to get to a boat right away!

ROSE
No! I'll do this with or without your help, sir. But
without will take longer.

ANDREWS
(beat)
Take the elevator to the very bottom, go left down the
crewman's passage, then make a right.

ROSE
Bottom, left, right. I have it.

ANDREWS
Hurry, Rose.


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183
INT. FOYER / ELEVATORS

Rose run up as the last Elevator Operator is closing up his lift to leave.

OPERATOR
Sorry, miss, lifts are closed--

Without thinking she grabs him and shoves him back into the lift.

ROSE
I'm through being polite, goddamnit!! I may never be
polite the rest of my life! Now take me down!!

The operator fumbles to close the gate and start the lift.

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184
EXT. OCEAN/ BOAT 6

Molly and the two seamen are rowing, and they've made it a hundred feet or so. Enough to see that the ship is angled down into the water, with the bow rail less than ten feet above the surface.

MOLLY
Come on girls, join in, it'll keep ya warm. Let's got
Ruth. Grab an oar!

Ruth just stares at the spectacle of the great liner, its rows of lights blazing, slanting down into the sullen black mirror of the Atlantic.

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185
INT. FIRST CLASS ELEVATOR/ CORRIDORS
Through the wrought iron door of the elevator car Rose can see the decks going past. The lift slows. Suddenly ICEWATER is swirling around her legs. She SCREAMS in surprise. So does the operator.

The car has landed in a foot of freezing water, shocking the hell out of her. She claws the door open and splashes out, hiking up her floor-length skirt so she can move. The lift goes back up, behind her, as she looks around.

ROSE
Left, crew passage.

She spots it and slogs down the flooded corridor. The place is understandably deserted. She is on her own.

ROSE
Right, right... right.

She turns into a cross-corridor, splashing down the hall. A row of doors on each side.

ROSE
Jack? Jaaacck??

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186
INT. MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE/ CORRIDOR

Jack is hopelessly pulling on the pipe again, straining until he turns red. He collapses back on the bench, realizing he�s screwed. Then he hears her through the door.

JACK
ROSE!! In here!

187
IN THE HALL Rose hears his voice behind her. She spins and runs back, locating the right door, then pushes it open, creating a small wave.

She splashes over to Jack and puts her arms around him.

ROSE
Jack, Jack, Jack... I�m sorry, I�m so sorry.

They are so happy to see each other it�s embarrassing.

JACK
That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket.

ROSE
I know, I know.

JACK
See if you can find a key for these. Try those
drawers. It�s a little brass one.


She kisses his face and hugs him again, then starts to go through the desk.

JACK
So... how did you find out I didn�t do it?

ROSE
I didn�t
(she looks at him)
I just realized I already knew.


They share a look, then she goes back to ransacking the room, searching drawers and cupboards. Jack sees movement out the porthole and looks out.

A LIFEBOAT hits the surface of the water, seen from below.

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188
EXT. TITANIC / BOAT ONE

While the seamen detach the falls, Boat one rocks next to the hull. Lucille and Sir Cosmo Duff-Gordon sit with ten others in a boat made for four times that many.

LUCILLE
I despise small boats. I just know I�m going to be
seasick. I always get seasick in small boats. Good
Heavens, there�s a man down there.

In a lit porthole beneath the surface she sees Jack looking up at her... a face in a bubble of light under the water.

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