are cut crystals bud vases on the walls back there, each containing a rose.
Jack jumps into the driver's seat, enjoying the feel of the leather and
wood.
JACK
Where to, Miss?
ROSE
To the stars.
ON JACK as her hands come out of the shadows and pull him over the seat into
the back. He lands next to her, and his breath seems loud in the quiet
darkness. He looks at her and she is smiling. It is the moment of truth.
JACK
Are you nervous?
ROSE
Au contraire, mon cher.
He strokes her face, cherishing her. She kisses his artist's fingers.
ROSE
Put your hands on me Jack.
He kisses her, and she slides down in the seat under his welcome weight.
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121 INT. WIRELESS ROOM
A BRILLIANT ARC OF ELECTRICITY fills frame-- the sparks gap of the Marconi
instrument as SENIOR WIRELESS OPERATOR JACK PHILLIPS (24) rapidly keys out a
message. Junior Operator Bride looks through the huge stack of outgoing
messages swamping them.
BRIDE
Look at this one, he wants his private train to meet him. La dee da.
(slaps them down)
We'll be up all bloody night on this lot.
Phillips start to receive an incoming message from a nearby ship, the
Leyland freighter CALIFORNIAN, which jams his outgoing signal. At such close
range, the beeps are deafening.
PHILLIPS
Christ! It's that idiot on the Californian.
Cursing, Phillips furiously keys a rebuke.
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122 INT. / EXT. WIRELESS SHANK / FREIGHTER CALIFORNIAN
Wireless Operator CYRIL EVANS pulls his earphone off his ear as the
Titanic's spark deafens him. he translates the message for THIRD OFFICER
GROVES.
EVANS
Stupid bastard. I try to warn him about the ice, and he says "Keep out. Shut
up. I'm working Cape Race."
GROVES
Now what's he sending?
EVANS
"No seasickness. Poker business good. Al". Well that's it for me. I'm
shutting down.
As Evans wearily switches off his generator, Groves goes out on deck. PAN
OFF Him to reveal the ship is stopped fifty yards from the edge of a field
of pack ice and icebergs stretching as far as the eye can see.
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123 EXT. OCEAN / TITANIC
ON TITANIC, steaming hellbent through the darkness, hurling up white water
at the bows. The bow comes straight at us, until the bow wave WIPES THE
FRAME--
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124 INT. HOLD #2
PUSHING IN on the rear window of the Renault, which is completely fogged up.
Rose's hand comes up and slams against the glass for a moment, making a
handprint in the veil of condensation.
INSIDE THE CAR, Jack's overcoat is like a blanket over them. It stirs and
Rose pulls it down. They are huddled under it, intertwined, still mostly
clothed. Their faces are flushed and they look at each other wonderingly.
She puts her hand on his face, as if making sure he is real.
ROSE
You're trembling.
JACK
It's okay. I'm alright.
He lays his cheek against her chest.
JACK
I can feel your heart beating.
She hugs his head to her chest, and just holds on for dear life.
OLD ROSE (V.O.)
Well, I wasn't the first teenage girl to get seduced in the backseat of a
car, and certainly not the last, by several million. He had such fine hands,
artists' hands, but strong too... roughened by work. I remember their touch
even now.
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125 EXT. ATLANTIC / TITANIC - NIGHT
The bow sweeps under us, and the CAMERA CLIMBS toward the foremast and the
tiny half-cylinder of the crow's nest, which grows as we push in on lookouts
Fleet and Lee. They are stamping their feet and swinging their arms, trying
to keep warm in the 22 knot freezing wind, which whips capor of their breath
away behind.
FLEET
You can smell ice, you know, when it's near.
LEE
Bollocks.
FLEET
Well I can.
CUT TO:
126 INT. BOILER ROOM SIX
Without hearing the words over the roar of the furnaces, we see stokers
telling TWO STEWARDS which way Rose and Jack went. The stewards move off
toward the forward holds.
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127 INT. CAL AND ROSE'S SUITE
Cal stands at the open safe. He stares at the drawing of Rose and his face
clenches with fury. He reads the not again: "DARLING, NOW YOU CAN KEEP US
BOTH LOCKED IN YOUR SAFE, ROSE".
Lovejoy, standing behind him, looks over his shoulder at the drawing. Cal
crumples Rose's not, then takes the drawing in both hands as if to rip it in
half. He tenses to do it, then stops himself.
CAL
I have a better idea.
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128 INT. HOLD #2 - NIGHT
The two stewards enter. They have electric torches and play the beams around
the hold. They spot the Renault with its fogged up rear window and approach
it slowly.
FROM INSIDE we see the torch light up Rose's passionate handprint, still
there on the fogged up glass. One steward whips open the door.
STEWARD
Got yer!
REVERSE: the back seat is empty.
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129 EXT. FORWARD WELL DECK AND CROW'S NEST - NIGHT
Rose and Jack, fully dressed, come through a crew door onto the deck. They
can barely stand, they are laughing so hard.
UP ABOVE THEM, IN THE CROW'S NEST, lookout Fleet hears the disturbance below
and looks around and back down to the well deck, where he can see two
figures embracing.
Jack and Rose stand in each others arms. Their breath clouds around them in
the now freezing air, but they don't even feel the cold.
ROSE
When this ship docks, I'm getting off with you.
JACK
This is crazy.
ROSE
I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it.
Jack pulls her to him and kisses her fiercely.
130 IN THE CROW'S NEST Fleet nudges Lee.
FLEET
Cor... look at that, would ya.
LEE
They're a bloody sight warmer than we are.
FLEET
Well if that's what it takes for us two to get warm, I'd rather not, if it's
all the same.
They both have a good laugh at that one. It is Fleet whose expression falls
first. Glancing forward again, he does a double take. The color drains out
of his face.
FLEET'S POV: a massive iceberg right in their path, 500 yards out.
FLEET
Bugger me!!
Fleet reaches past Lee and rings the lookout bell three times, then grabs
the telephone, calling the bridge. He waits precious seconds for it to be
picket up, never taking his eyes off the black mass ahead.
FLEET
Pick up, ya bastard.
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131 INT. / EXT. BRIDGE
Inside the enclosed wheelhouse, SIXTH OFFICER MOODY walks unhurriedly to the
telephone, picking it up.
FLEET (V.O.)
Is someone there?
MOODY
Yes. What do you see?
FLEET
Iceberg right ahead!
MOODY
Thank you.
(hangs up, calls to Murdoch)
Iceberg right ahead!
Murdoch sees it and rushes to the engine room telegraph. While signaling
"FULL SPEED ASTERN" he yells to Quartermaster Hitchins, who is at the wheel.
MURDOCH
Hard a' starboard.
MOODY
(standing behind Hitchins)
Hard'a starboard. The helm is hard over, sir.
CRASH SEQUENCE / SERIES OF CUTS:
132 CHIEF ENGINEER BELL is just checking the soup he has warming on a steam
manifold when the engine telegraph clangs, then goes... incredibly... to
FULL SPEED ASTERN. He and the other ENGINEERS just stare at it a second,
unbelieving. Then Bell reacts.
BELL
Full astern! FULL ASTERN!!
The engineers and greasers like madmen to close steam valves and start
braking the mighty propeller shafts, big as Sequoias, to a stop.
133 IN BOILER ROOM SIX, Leading Stoker FREDERICK BARRETT is standing with
2nd Engineer JAMES HESKETH when the red warning light and "STOP" indicator
come on.
BARRETT
Shut all dampers! Shut 'em!!
134 FROM THE BRIDGE Murdoch watches the burg growing... straight ahead. The
bow finally starts to come left (since the ship turns the reverse of the
helm setting).
MURDOCH'S jaw clenches as the bow turns with agonizing slowness. He holds
his breath as the horrible physics play out.
135 IN THE CROW'S NEST Frederick Fleet braces himself.
136 THE BOW OF THE SHIP thunders right at CAMERA and--
KRUUUNCH!! The ship hits the berg on its starboard bow.
137 UNDERWATER we see the ice smashing in the steel hull plates. The iceberg
bumps and scrapes along the side of the ship. Rivets pop as the steel plate
of the hull flexes under the load.
138 IN #2 HOLD the two stewards stagger as the hull buckles in four feet
with a sound like THUNDER. Like a sledgehammer beating along outside the
ship, the berg splits the hull plates and the sea pour in, sweeping them off
their feet. The icy water swirls around the Renault as the men scramble for
the stairs.
139 ON G-DECK forward Fabrizio is tossed in his bunk by the impact. He hears
a sound like the greatly amplified squeal of a skate on ice.
140 IN BOILER ROOM SIX Barret and Hesketh stagger as they hear the ROLLING
THUNDER of the collision. They see the starboard side of the ship buckle in
toward them and are almost swept off their feet by a rush of water coming in
about two feet above the floor.
141 ON THE FORWARD WELL DECK Jack and Rose break their kiss and look up in
astonishment as the berg sails past, blocking out the sky like a mountain.
Fragments break off it and crash down onto the deck, and they have to jump
back to avoid flying chunks of ice.
142 ON THE BRIDGE Murdoch rings the watertight door alarm. He quickly throws
the switch that closes them.
MURDOCH
Hard a 'port!
Judging the berg to be amidships, he is trying to clear the stern.
143 BARRETT AND HESKETH hear the DOOR ALARM and scramble through the
swirling water to the watertight door between Boiler Rooms 6 and 5. The room
is full of water vapor as the cold sea strikes the red hot furnaces. Barrett
yells to the stokers scrambling through the door as it comes down like a
slow guillotine.
BARRETT
Go Lads! Go! Go!
He dives through into Boiler Room 5 just before the door rumbles down with a
CLANG.
144 JACK AND ROSE rush to the starboard rail in time to see the berg moving
aft down the side of the ship.
145 In his stateroom, surrounded by piles of plans while making notes in his
ever-present book, Andrews looks up at the sound of a cut-crystal light
fixture tinkling like a windchime.
He feels the shudder run through the ship. And we see it in his face. Too
much of his soul is in this great ship for him not to feel its mortal wound.
146 IN THE FIRST CLASS SMOKING ROOM Gracie watches his highball vibrating on
the table.
147 IN THE PALM COURT, with its high arched windows, Molly Brown holds up
her drink to a passing waiter.
MOLLY
Hey, can I get some ice here, please?
Silently, a moving wall of ice fills the window behind her. She doesn't see
it. It disappears astern.
148 OMITTED
149 IN THE CROW'S NEST Fleet turns to his Lee...
FLEET
Oy, mate... that was a close shave.
LEE
Smell ice, can you? Bleedin' Christ!
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150 INT. / EXT. BRIDGE
CLOSE ON MURDOCH. The alarm bells still clatter mindlessly, seeming to
reflect his inner state. He is in shock, unable to get a grip on what just
happened. He just ran the biggest ship in history into an iceberg on its
maiden voyage.
MURDOCH
(stiffly, to Moody)
Note the time. Enter it in the log.
Captain Smith rushes out of his cabin onto the bridge, tucking in his shirt.
SMITH
What was that, Mr. Murdoch?
MURDOCH
An iceberg, sir. I put her hard a' starboard and run the engines full
astern, but it was too close. I tried to port around it, but she hi... and
I--
SMITH
Close the emergency doors.
MURDOCH
The doors are closed.
Together they rush out onto the starboard wing, and Murdoch points. Smith
looks into the darkness aft, then wheels around to FOURTH OFFICER BOHALL.
