the rail and get me off the hook here.
ROSE
You're crazy.
JACK
That's what everybody says. But with all due respect, I'm not the one
hanging off the back of a ship.
He slides one step closer, like moving up on a spooked horse.
JACK
Come on. You don't want to do this. Give me your hand.
Rose stares at this madman for a long time. She looks at his eyes and they
somehow suddenly seem to fill her universe.
ROSE
Alright.
She unfastens one hand from the rail and reaches it around toward him. He
reaches out to take it, firmly.
JACK
I'm Jack Dawson.
ROSE
(voice quavering)
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dawson.
Rose starts to turn. Now that she has decided to live, the height is
terrifying. She is overcome by vertigo as she shifts her footing, turning to
face the ship. As she starts to climb, her dress gets in the way, and one
foot slips off the edge of the deck.
She plunges, letting out a piercing SHRIEK. Jack, gripping her hand, is
jerked toward the rail. Rose barely grabs a lower rail with her free hand.
QUARTERMASTER ROWE, up on the docking bridge hears the scream and heads for
the ladder.
ROSE
HELP! HELP!!
JACK
I've got you. I won't let go.
Jack holds her hand with all his strength, bracing himself on the railing
with his other hand. Rose tries to get some kind of foothold on the smooth
hull. Jack tries to lift her bodily over the railing. She can't get any
footing in her dress and evening shoes, and she slips back. Rose SCREAMS
again.
Jack, awkwardly clutching Rose by whatever he can get a grip on as she
flails, gets her over the railing. They fall together onto the deck in a
tangled heap, spinning in such a way that Jack winds up slightly on top of
her.
Rowe slides down the ladder from the docking bridge like it's a fire drill
and sprints across the fantail.
ROWE
Here, what's all this?!
Rowe runs up and pulls Jack off of Rose, revealing her dishevelled and
sobbing on the deck. Her dress is torn, and the hem is pushing up above her
knees, showing one ripped stocking. He looks at Jack, the shaggy steerage
man with his jacket off, and the first class lady clearly in distress, and
starts drawing conclusions. Two seamen chug across the deck to join them.
ROWE
(to Jack)
Here you, stand back! Don't move an inch!
(to the seamen)
Fetch the Master at Arms.
CUT TO:
66 EXT. POOP DECK - NIGHT
A few minutes later. Jack is being detained by the burly MASTER AT ARMS, the
closest thing to a cop on board. He is handcuffing Jack. Cal is right in
front of Jack, and furious. He has obviously just rushed out here with
Lovejoy and another man, and none of them have coats over their black tie
evening dress. The other man is COLONEL ARCHIBALD GRACIE, a moustached
blowhard who still has his brandy snifter. He offers it to Rose, who is
hunched over crying on a bench nearby, but she waves it away. Cal is more
concerned with Jack. He grabs him by the lapels.
CAL
What made you think you could put your hands on my fiancee?! Look at me, you
filth! What did you think you were doing?!
ROSE
Cal, stop! It was an accident.
CAL
An accident?!
ROSE
It was... stupid really. I was leaning over and I slipped.
Rose looks at Jack, getting eye contact.
ROSE
I was leaning way over, to see the... ah... propellers. And I slipped and I
would have gone overboard... and Mr. Dawson here saved me and he almost went
over himself.
CAL
You wanted to see the propellers?
GRACIE
(shaking his head)
Women and machinery do not mix.
MASTER AT ARMS
(to Jack)
Was that the way of it?
Rose is begging him with her eyes not to say what really happened.
JACK
Uh huh. That was pretty much it.
He looks at Rose a moment longer. Now they have a secret together.
COLONEL GRACIE
Well! The boy's a hero then. Good for you son, well done!
(to Cal)
So it's all's well and back to our brandy, eh?
Jack is uncuffed. Cal gets Rose to her feet and moving.
CAL
(rubbing her arms)
Let's get you in. You're freezing.
Cal is leaving without a second thought for Jack.
GRACIE
(low)
Ah... perhaps a little something for the boy?
CAL
Oh, right. Mr. Lovejoy. A twenty should do it.
ROSE
Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?
CAL
Rose is displeased. Mmm... what to do?
Cal turns back to Jack. He appraises him condescendingly... a steerage
ruffian, unwashed and ill-mannered.
CAL
I know.
(to Jack)
Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow, to regale our group with your
heroic tale?
JACK
(looking straight at Rose)
Sure. Count me in.
CAL
Good. Settled then.
Cal turns to go, putting a protective arm around Rose. he leans close to
Gracie as they walk away.
CAL
This should be amusing.
JACK
(as Lovejoy passes)
Can I bum a cigarette?
Lovejoy smoothly draws a silver cigarette case from his jacket and snaps it
open. Jack takes a cigarette, then another, popping it behind his ear for
later. Lovejoy lights Jack's cigarette.
LOVEJOY
You'll want to tie those.
(Jack looks at his shoes)
Interesting that the young lady slipped so mighty all of a sudden and you
still had time to take of your jacket and shoes. Mmmm?
Lovejoy's expression is bland, but the eyes are cold. He turns away to join
his group.
CUT TO:
67 INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
As she undresses for bed Rose sees Cal standing in her doorway, reflected in
the cracked mirror of her vanity. He comes toward her.
CAL
(unexpectedly tender)
I know you've been melancholy, and I don't pretend to know why.
From behind his back he hands her a large black velvet jewel case. She takes
it, numbly.
CAL
I intended to save this till the engagement gals next week. But I thought
tonight, perhaps a reminder of my feeling for you...
Rose slowly opens the box. Inside is the necklace... "HEART OF THE OCEAN" in
all its glory. It is huge... a malevolent blue stone glittering with an
infinity of scalpel-like inner reflections.
ROSE
My God... Cal. Is it a--
CAL
Diamond. Yes it is. 56 carats.
He takes the necklace and during the following places it around her throat.
He turns her to the mirror, staring behind her.
CAL
It was once worn by Louis the Sixteenth. They call it Le Coeur de la Mer,
the--
ROSE
The Heart of the Ocean. Cal, it's... it's overwhelming.
He gazes at the image of the two of them in the mirror.
CAL
It's for royalty. And we are royalty.
His fingers caress her neck and throat. He seems himself to be disarmed by
Rose's elegance and beauty. His emotion is, for the first time, unguarded.
CAL
There's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you if you
would deny me. Open your heart to me, Rose.
CAMERA begins to TRACK IN ON ROSE. Closer and closer, during the following:
OLD ROSE (V.O.)
Of course his gift was only to reflect light back onto himself, to
illuminate the greatness that was Caledon Hockley. It was a cold stone... a
heart of ice.
Finally, when Rose's eyes FILL FRAME, we MORPH SLOWLY to her eyes as the are
now... transforming through 84 years of life...
TRANSITION
68 INT. KELDYSH IMAGING SHACK
Without a cut the wrinkled, weathered landscape of age has appeared around
her eyes. But the eyes themselves are the same.
OLD ROSE
After all these years, feel it closing around my throat like a dog collar.
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK to show her whole face.
ROSE
I can still feel its weight. If you could have felt it, not just seen it...
LOVETT
Well, that's the general idea, my dear.
BODINE
So let me get this right. You were gonna kill yourself by jumping off the
Titanic?
(he guffaws)
That's great!
LOVETT
(warningly)
Lewis...
But Rose laughs with Bodine.
BODINE
(still laughing)
All you had to do was wait two days!
Lovett, standing out of Rose's sightline, checks his watch. Hours have
passed. This process is taking too long.
LOVETT
Rose, tell us more about the diamond. What did Hockley do with it after
that?
ROSE
I'm afraid I'm feeling a little tired, Mr. Lovett.
Lizzy picks up the cue and starts to wheel her out.
LOVETT
Wait! Can you give us something go on, here. Like who had access to the
safe. What about this Lovejoy guy? The valet. Did he have the combination?
LIZZY
That's enough.
Lizzy takes her out. Rose's old hand reappears at the doorway in a frail wave
goodbye.
CUT TO:
69 EXT. LAUNCH AREA/KELDYSH DECK - DAY
As the big hydraulic jib swings one of the Mir subs out over the water.
Lovett walks as he talks with Bobby Buell, the partners' rep. They weave
among deck cranes, launch crew, sub maintenance guys.
BUELL
The partners are pissed.
BROCK
Bobby, buy me time. I need time.
BUELL
We're running thirty thousand a day, and we're six days over. I'm telling
you what they're telling me. The hand is on the plug. It's starting to pull.
BROCK
Well you tell the hand I need another two days! Bobby, Bobby, Bobby... we're
close! I smell it. I smell ice. She had the diamond on... now we just have
to find out where it wound up. I just gotta work her a bit more. Okay?
Brock turns and sees Lizzy standing behind him. She has overheard the past
part of his dialogue with Buell. He goes to her and hustles her away from
Buell, toward a quite spot on the deck.
BROCK
Hey, Lizzy. I need to talk to you for a second.
LIZZY
Don't you mean work me?
BROCK
Look, I'm running out of time. I need your help.
LIZZY
I'm not going to help you browbeat my hundred and
(MORE)
LIZZY (CONT'D)
one year old grandmother. I came down here to tell you to back off.
BROCK
(with undisguised desperation)
Lizzy... you gotta understand something. I've bet it all to find the Heart
of the Ocean. I've got all my dough tied up in this thing. My wife even
divorced me over this hunt. I need what's locked inside your grandma's
memory.
(he holds out his hand)
You see this? Right here?
She looks at his hand, palm up. Empty. Cupped, as if around an imaginary
shape.
LIZZY
What?
BROCK
That's the shape my hand's gonna be when I hold that thing. You understand?
I'm not leaving here without it.
LIZZY
Look, Brock, she's going to do this her way, in her own time. Don't forget,
she contacted you. She's out here for her own reasons, God knows what they
are.
LOVETT
Maybe she wants to make peace with the past.
LIZZY
What past? She has never once, not once, ever said a word about being on the
Titanic until two days ago.
LOVETT
Then we're all meeting your grandmother for the first time.
LIZZY
(looks at him hard)
