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Rose looks at another monitor. SNOOP DOG moving down a rusted debris
-filled corridor. Rose watches the endless row of doorways sliding past,
like dark mouths.
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IMAGES OF A CHILD, three years old, standing ankle deep in the water
in the middle of an endless corridor. The child is lost and alone, crying.
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Rose is shaken by the flood of memories and emotions. Her eyes well up
and she puts her head down, sobbing quietly.
LIZZY :(taking the wheelchair)I'm taking her to rest.
ROSE :No!
Her voice is surprisingly strong. The sweet little old lady is gone,
replaced by a woman with eyes of steel. Lovett signals everyone to stay
quiet.
LOVETT :Tell us, Rose.
She looks from screen to screen, the images of the ruined ship.
ROSE :It's been 84 years...
BROCK :Just tell us what you can --
ROSE :(holds up her hand for silence) It's been 84 years... and I can still
smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The beds had
never been slept in.
He switched on the minicorder and sets it near her.
ROSE :Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was...
As the underwater camera rises past the rusted bow rail, WE DISSOLVE
/MATCH MOVE to that same railing in 1912...
[MATCH DISSOLVE]
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[EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK - DAY]
SHOT CONTINUES IN A GLORIOUS REVEL as the gleaming white superstructure
of Titanic rises mountainously beyond the rail, and above that of the buff
-colored funnels stand against the sky like the pillars of a great temple.
Crewmen move across the boat deck, dwarfed by the awesome scale of the
steamer.
Southampton, England, April 10, 1912. it is almost noon on sailing day.
A crowd of hundreds blackens the pier next to Titanic like ants on a jelly
sandwich.
IN FG a gorgeous burgundy RENAULT TOURING CAR swings into frame, hanging
from a loading crane. It is lowered toward HATCH #2.
On the pier horsedrawn vehicles, motorcars and lorries move slowly
through the dense throng. The atmosphere is one of excitement and general
giddiness. People embrace in tearful farewells, or wave and shout bon voyage
wishes to friends and relatives on the decks above.
A white RENAULT, leading a silver-gray DAIMLER-BENZ, pushes through the
crowd leaving a wake in the press of people. Around the handsome cars people
are streaming to board the ship, jostling with hustling seamen and stokers,
porters and barking WHITE STAR LINE officials.
The Renault stops and the LIVERIED DRIVER scurries to open the door for
a YOUNG WOMAN dressed in a stunning white and purple outfit, with an enormous
feathered hat. She is 17 years old and beautiful, regal of bearing, with
piercing eyes.
It is the girl in the drawing. ROSE. She looks up at the ship, taking it
in with cool appraisal.
ROSE :I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn look any bigger than
the Mauretania.
A PERSONAL VALET opens the door on the other side of the car for CALEDON
HOCKLEY, the 30 year old heir to the elder Hockley's fortune. "Cal" is
handsome, arrogant and rich beyond meaning.
CAL :You can be blas? about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's
over a hundred feet longer than Mauretania, and far more luxurious.
It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe... even Turkish baths.
Cal turns and gives his hand to Rose's mother, RUTH DE-WITT BUKATER,
who descends from the touring car behind him. Ruth is a 40ish society
empress, from one of the most prominent Philadelphia families. She is a
widow, and rules her household with an iron will.
CAL :Your daughter is much to hard to impress, Ruth.
(indicating a puddle) Mind your step.
RUTH :(gazing at the leviathan) So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
CAL :It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship.
Cal speaks with the pride of a host providing a special experience.
This entire entourage of rich Americans is impeccably turned out, a
quintessential example of the Edwardian upper class, complete with
servants. Cal's VALET SPICER LOVEJOY, it tall and impassive, dour as an
undertaker. Behind him emerge TWO MAIDS, personal servants to Ruth and Rose.
A WHITE STAR LINE PORTER scurries toward them, harried by last minute
loading.
PORTER :Sir, you'll have to check your baggage through the main terminal,
round that way --
Cal nonchalantly hands the man a fiver. The porters eyes dilate. Five
pounds was a monster tip in those days.
CAL :I put my faith in you, good sir.
(curtly, indicating Lovejoy) See my man.
PORTER :Yes, sir. My pleasure sir.
Cal never tires of the effects of money on the unwashed masses.
LOVEJOY :(to the porter) These trunks here, and 12 more in the Daimler.
We'll have this lot up in the rooms.
The White Star man looks stricken when he sees the enormous pile of
steamer trunks and suitcases loading down the second car, including
wooden crates and a steel safe. He whistles frantically for some
cargo-handlers nearby who come running.
Cal breezes on, leaving the minions to scramble. He quickly checks
his pocket watch.
CAL :We'd better hurry. This way, ladies.
He indicates the way toward the first class gangway. They move into
the crowd. TRUDY BOLT, Roses maid, hustles behind them, laden with bags
of her mistress's most recent purchases... things too delicate for the
baggage handlers.
Cal leads, weaving between vehicles and handcarts, hurrying passengers
(mostly second class and steerage) and well wishers. Most of the first
class passengers are avoiding the smelly press of the dockside crowd by
using an elevated boarding bridge, twenty feet above.
They pass a line of steerage passengers in their coarse wool and
tweeds, queued up inside movable barriers like cattle in a chute. A
HEALTH OFFICER examines their heads one by one, checking scalp and
eyelashes for lice.
They pass a well-dressed young man cranking the handle of a wooden
Biograph "cinematograph" camera mounted on a tripod. DANIEL MARVIN (whose
father founded the Biograph Film Studio) is filming his young bride in
front of the Titanic. MARY MARVIN stands stiffly and smiles, self conscious.
DANIEL :Look up at the ship, darling, that's it. You're amazed! You can't
believe how big it is! Like a mountain. That's great.
Mary Marvin, without an acting fiber in her body, does a bad Clara Bow
pantomime of awe, hands raised.
Cal is jostled by two yelling steerage boys who shove past him. And he
is bumped again a second later by the boys' father.
CAL :Steady!!
MAN :Sorry squire!
The Cockney father pushes on, after his kids, shouting.
CAL :Steerage swine. Apparently missed his annual bath.
RUTH :Honestly, Cal, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last
instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running
along the dock like some squalid immigrant family.
CAL :All part of my charm, Ruth. At any rate, it was my darling fiancee's
beauty rituals which made up late.
ROSE :You told me to change.
CAL :I couldn't let you wear black on sailing day, sweetpea. It's bad luck.
ROSE :I felt like black
Cal guides them out of the path of a horse-drawn wagon loaded with
two tons of OXFORD MARMALADE, in wooden cases, for Titanic's Victualling
Department.
CAL :Here I've pulled every string I could to book us on the grandest ship
in history, in her most luxurious suites... and you act as if you're
going to your execution.
Rose looks up as the hull of Titanic looms over them... a great iron
wall, Bible black and severe. Cal motions her forward, and she enters the
gangway to the D Deck doors with a sense of overwhelming dread.
OLD ROSE (V.O.) :It was the ship of dreams... to everyone else. To me it
was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains.
CLOSE ON CAL'S HAND IN SLOW-MOTION as it closes possessively over
Rose's arm. He escorts her up the gangway and the black hull of Titanic
swallows them.
OLD ROSE (V.O.) :Outwardly I was everything a well brought up girl should
be. Inside, I was screaming
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CUT TO a SCREAMING BLAST from the mighty triple steam horns on the
Titanic's funnels, bellowing their departure warning.
[CUT TO]
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[EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCKS / TITANIC - DAY]
A VIEW OF TITANIC from several blocks away, towering above the terminal
buildings like the skyline of a city. The steamer's whistle echoes across
Southampton.
PULL BACK, revealing that we were looking through a window, and back
further to show the smoky inside of a pub. It is crowded with dockworkers
and ship's crew.
Just inside the window, a poker game is in progress. FOUR MEN, in
working class clothes, play a very serious hand.
JACK DAWSON and FABRIZIO DE ROSSI, both about 20, exchange a glance
as the other two players argue in Swedish. Jack is American, a lanky drifter
with his hair a little long for the standards of the times. He is also
unshaven, and his clothes are rumpled from sleeping in them. He is an artist,
and has adopted the bohemian style of the art scene in Paris. He is also very
self-possessed and sure-footed for 20, having lived on his own since 15.
The TWO SWEDES continue their sullen argument, in Swedish.
OLAF :(subtitled) You stupid fishhead. I can't believe you bet our Tickets.
SVEN :(subtitled) You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. Now
shutup and take a card.
JACK :(jaunty)Hit me again, Sven.
Jack takes the card and slips it into his hand.
ECU JACK'S EYES. They betray nothing.
CLOSE ON FABRIZIO licking his lips nervously as he refuses a card.
ECU STACK in the middle of the table. Bills and coins from four
countries. This has been going on for a while. Sitting on top of the money
are two 3RD CLASS TICKETS for RMS TITANIC.
The Titanic's whistle blows again. Final warning.
JACK :The moment of truth boys. Somebody life is about to change.
Fabrizio puts his cards down. So do the Swedes. Jack holds his close.
JACK :Let's see... Fabrizio's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven,
uh oh... two pair... mmm. (turns to his friend) Sorry Fabrizio.
FABRIZIO :What sorry? What you got? You lose my money??
Ma va fa'n culo testa di cazzo --
JACK :Sorry, you're not going to see your mama again for a long time...
He slaps a full house down on the table.
JACK :(grinning) 'Cause you're goin' to America!! Full house boys!
FABRIZIO :Porca Madonna!! YEEAAAAA!!!
The table explodes into shouting in several languages. Jack rakes in
the money and the tickets.
JACK :(to the Swedes) Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high
and you're dry and... (to Fabrizio) ... we're going to --
FABRIZIO/JACK :AMERICA!!!
Olaf balls up one huge farmer fist. We think he going to clobber Jack,
but he swings round and punches Sven, who flops backward onto the floor and
sits there, looking depressed. Olaf forgets about Jack and Fabrizio, who
are dancing around, and goes into a rapid harangue of his stupid cousin.
Jack kisses the tickets, then jumps on Fabrizio back and rides him
around the pub it like winning the lottery.
JACK :Goin'home... to the land o?the free and the home of real hot-dogs!
On the TITANIC!! We're ridin' high style now! We're practically
goddamned royalty. ragazzo mio!!
FABRIZIO :You see? Is my destinio!! Like I told you. I go to America!! To
be a millionaire!! (to pubkeeper) Capito?? I got to America!!
PUBKEEPER :No, mate. Titanic go to America. In five minutes.
JACK :Shit!! Come on, Fabri! (grabbing their stuff) Come on!!
(to all, grinning) It's been grand.
They run for the door.
PUBKEEPER :'Cause I sure if they knew it was you lot comin? They be
pleased to wait!
[CUT TO]
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[OMITTED]
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[EXT. TERMINAL - TITANIC]
Jack and Fabrizio, carrying everything they own in the world in the kit
bags on their shoulders, sprint toward the pier. They tear through milling
crowds next to the terminal. Shouts go up behind them as they jostle
slow-moving gentlemen. They dodge piles of luggage, and weave through groups
of people. They burst out onto the pier and Jack comes to a dead stop...
staring at the vast wall of the ships hull, towering seven stories above the
wharf and over an eighth of a mile long. the Titanic is monstrous.
Fabrizio runs back and grabs Jack, and they sprint toward the third
class gangway aft, at E deck. They reach the bottom of the ramp just as
SIXTH OFFICER MOODY detaches it at the top. It stars to swing down from the
gangway doors.
JACK :Wait!! We're passengers!
Flushed and panting, he waves the tickets.
MOODY :Have you been through the inspection queue?
JACK :(lying cheerfully) Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're
Americans, (glances at Fabrizio) Both of us.
MOODY :(testy) Right, come aboard.
Moody has QUARTERMASTER ROWE reattach the gangway. Jack and Fabrizio come
aboard. Moody glances at the tickets, then passes Jack and Fabrizio through
to Rowe. Rowe looks at the names on the tickets to enter them in the passenger
list.
ROWE :Gundersen. And... (reading Fabrizio) Gundersen.
He hands the tickets back, eyeing Fabrizio Mediterranean looks suspiciously.
JACK :(grabbing Fabrizio's arm) Come on, Sven.
Jack and Fabrizio whoop with victory as they run down the white-painted
corridor... grinning from ear to ear.
JACK :We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!
[CUT TO]
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[OMITTED]
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[EXT. TITANIC AND DOCK - DAY]
The mooring lines, as big around as a man's arm, are dropped into the
water. A cheer goes up on the pier as SEVEN TUGS pull the Titanic away from
the quay.
[CUT TO]
--
『他鄉是一面負向的鏡子。
旅人認出那微小的部份是屬於他的，
卻發現那龐大的部份是他未曾擁有的，
也永遠不會擁有的。』
～『看不見的城市』；伊塔羅‧卡爾維諾
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