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 don'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?
Rose 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 an 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 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.
CUT TO:
92 INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY
An Edwardian nautilus room. There are machines we recognize, and some 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. MCCAULEY, 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, ma'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 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 next 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 gentlemen.
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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
Thank you, 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
Haven'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 gentlemen 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--
CUT TO:
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 little brat even, but under that
you're a strong, pure heart, and you're the most amazingly 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' that you're goin' 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 if 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 get back, they'll miss me. Please, Jack, for both our sakes, leave
me alone.
CUT TO:
98 INT. FIRST CLASS LOUNGE - DAY
The most elegant room on the ship, done in Louis Quinze Versailles 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 is trying so hard to please, her expression serious. A glimpse
of Rose at that age, and we see the relentless conditioning... the pain 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.
CUT TO:
99 EXT. TITANIC - DAY
TITANIC STEAMS TOWARD US, in the dusk light, as if lit by the embers of a
giant fire. As the ship looms, FILLING FRAME, we push in 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 feel 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
