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 mustachioed 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 :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 :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 off 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 towards her.
CAL :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 gala 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 to the mirror, standing 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 not 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 Hockey.
It was a cold stone... a heart of ice.
Finally, when Rose's eyes FILL FRAME, we MORPH SLOWLY to her eyes as they
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, I can still feel it closing around my throat
like a dog collar.
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK to show her whole face.
ROSE :I can still feel it's 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 to 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. Roses old hand reappears at the doorway in a frail
wave goodbye.
[CUT TO]
69
[EXT. LAUNCH AREA/KELDYSH DECK - NIGHT]
As the big hydraulic jib swing one of the Mir subs out over the water.
Lovett walks as he talks with Bobby Buell, the partner's 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
last part of his dialogue with Buell. He goes to her and hustles her away
from Buell, toward a quiet 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 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 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 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, 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) You think she was really there?
LOVETT :Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm a believer. She was there.
[CUT TO]
70
[INT. IMAGING SHACK]
Bodine starts the tape recorder. Rose is gazing at the screen, seeing
THE LIVE FEED FROM THE WRECK -- SNOOP DOG is moving along the starboard
side of the hull, heading aft. The rectangular windows of A deck (forward)
march past on the right.
ROSE :The next day, Saturday, I remember thinking how the sunlight felt.
[DISOLVE TO]
71
[EXT. B DECK TITANIC - DAY]
MATCH DISSOLVE from the rusting hulk to the gleaming new Titanic in 1912,
passing the end of the enclosed promenade just as Rose walks into the sunlight
right in front of us. She is stunningly dressed and walking with purpose.
OLD ROSE (V.O.) :As if I hadn't felt the sun in years.
IT IS SATURDAY APRIL 13, 1912. Rose unlatches the gate going down into
third class. The steerage men on the deck stop what they're doing and stare
at her.
[CUT TO]
72
[INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM]
The social center of life. It is stark by comparison to the opulence of
first class, but is a loud, boisterous place. There are mothers with babies,
kids running between the benches yelling, men playing chess, girls doing
needlepoint and reading dime novels. There is even an upright piano and Tommy
Ryan is noodling around on it.
Three boys, shrieking and shouting, are scrambling around chasing a rat
under the benches, trying to whomp it with a shoe and causing general havoc.
Jack is playing with 5 year old CORA CARTMELL, drawing funny faces together
in his sketchbook.
Fabrizio is struggling to get a conversation going with an attractive
Norwegian girl, HELGA DAHL, sitting with her family at a table across the
room.
FABRIZIO :No Italian? Some little English?
HELGA :No, no. Norwegian. Only.
Helga's eye is caught by something. Fabrizio looks, does a take... and
Jack, curious, follows their gaze to see...
Rose, coming toward them. The activity in the room stops... a hush falls.
Rose feels suddenly self-conscious as the steerage passengers stare openly at
this princess, some with resentment, others with awe. She spots Jack and gives
a little smile, walking straight to him. He rises to meet her, smiling.
ROSE :Hello Jack
Fabrizio and Tommy are floored. It's like the slipper fitting Cinderella.
JACK :Hello again.
ROSE :Could I speak to you in private?
JACK :Uh, yes. Of course. After you.
He motions her ahead and follows. Jack glances over his shoulder, one
eyebrow raised, as he walks out with her leaving a stunned silence.
[CUT TO]
73
[EXT. BOAT DECK -DAY]
Jack and Rose walk side by side. They pass people reading or talking
in steamer chairs, some of whom glance curiously at the mismatched couple.
He feels out of place in his rough clothes. The are both awkward, for
different reasons.
JACK :So, you got a name by the way?
ROSE :Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater.
JACK :That's quite a moniker. I may hafta get you to write that down.
There is an awkward pause.
ROSE :Mr. Dawson, I --
JACK :Jack.
ROSE :Jack... I feel like such an idiot. It took me all morning to get up
the nerve to face you.
JACK :Well, here you are.
ROSE :Here I am. I... I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for...
for pulling me back. But for your discretion.
JACK :You're welcome. Rose.
ROSE :Look, I know what you must be thinking! Poor little rich girl. What
does she know about misery?
JACK :That's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was... what could
have happened to hurt this girl so much she thought she had no way out.
ROSE :I don't... it wasn't just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it
was their whole world. And I was trapped in it, like an insect in amber.
(in a rush) I just had to get away... just run and run and run... and
then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship... even the
Titanic wasn't big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before
I'd really thought about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. I'll
show them. They'll sure be sorry!
JACK :Uh huh. They'll be sorry. 'Course you'll be dead.
ROSE :(she lowers her head) Oh God, I am such an utter fool.
JACK :That penguin last night, is he one of them?
ROSE :Penguin? Oh, Cal! He is them.
JACK :Is he your boyfriend?
ROSE :Worse I'm afraid.
She shows him her engagement ring. A sizable diamond.
JACK :Gawd look at that thing! You would've gone straight to the bottom.
They laugh together. A passing steward scowls at Jack, who is clearly not a
first class passenger, but Rose just glares him away.
JACK :So you feel like you're stuck on a train you can't get off 'cause you're
marryin' this fella.
ROSE :Yes, exactly!
JACK :So don't marry him.
ROSE :If only it were that simple.
JACK :It is that simple.
ROSE :Oh, Jack... please don't judge me until you've seen my world.
JACK :Well, I guess I will tonight.
Looking for another topic, any other topic, she indicates his sketchbook.
ROSE :What's this?
JACK :Just some sketches.
ROSE :May I?
The question is rhetorical because she has already grabbed the book. She
sits on a deck chair and opens the sketchbook. ON JACK'S sketches... each one
an expressive little bit of humanity: an old woman's hands, a sleeping man, a
father and daughter at the rail. The faces are luminous and alive. His book is
a celebration of the human condition.
ROSE :Jack, these are quite good! Really, they are.
JACK :Well, they didn't think too much of 'em in Paree.
Some loose sketches fall out and are taken away by the wind. Jack scrambles
after them... catching two, but the rest are gone, over the rail.
ROSE :Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry. Truly!
JACK :Don't worry about it. Plenty more where they came from.
He snaps his wrist, shaking his drawing hand in a flourish.
JACK :I just seem to spew 'em out. Besides, they're not worth a damn anyway.
For emphasis he throws away the two he caught. They sail off.
ROSE :(laughing)You're deranged!
She goes back to the book, turning a page.
ROSE :Well, well...
She has come upon a series of nudes. Rose is transfixed by the languid
beauty he has created. His nudes are soulful, real, with expressive hands and
eyes. They feel more like portraits than studies of the human form... almost
uncomfortably intimate. Rose blushes, raising the book as more strollers go by.
ROSE :(trying to be very adult) And these were drawn from life?
JACK :Yup. That's one of the great things about Paris. Lots of girls willing
to take their clothes off.
She studies one drawing in particular, the girl posed half in sunlight,
half in shadow. Her hands lie at her chin, one furled and one open like a
flower, languid and graceful. The drawing is like an Alfred Steiglitz print
of Georgia O'Keef.
ROSE :You liked this woman. You used her several times.
JACK :She had beautiful hands.
ROSE :(smiling) I thing you must have had a love affair with her...
JACK :(laughing) No, no! Just with her hands.
ROSE :(looking up from the drawings) You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see
people.
JACK :I see you.
There it is. That piercing gaze again.
ROSE :And...?
JACK :You wouldn'ta jumped.
[CUT TO]
74
[INT. RECEPTION ROOM / D-DECK - DAY]
Ruth is having tea with NOEL LUCY MARTHA DYER-EDWARDES, the COUNTESS OF
ROTHES, a 35ish English blue blood with patrician features. Ruth sees someone
coming across the room and lowers her voice.
RUTH :Oh no, that vulgar Brown woman is coming this way Get up, quickly,
before she sits with us.
Molly Brown walks up, greeting them cheerfully as they are rising.
MOLLY :Hello girls, I was hoping I'd catch you at tea.
RUTH :We're awfully sorry you missed it. The Countess and I are just off to
take the air on the boat deck.
MOLLY :That sounds great. Let's go. I need to catch up on the gossip.
Ruth grits her teeth as the three of them head for the Grand Staircase
to go up. TRACKING WITH THEM, as they cross the room, the SHOT HANDS OFF to
Bruce Ismay and Captain Smith at another table.
ISMAY :So you've not lit the last four boilers then?
SMITH :No, but we're making excellent time.
ISMAY :(impatiently) Captain, the press knows the size of Titanic, let them
marvel at her speed too. We must give them something new to print.
And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!
SMITH :I prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in.
ISMAY :Of course I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best, but
what a glorious end to your last crossing if we get into New York
Tuesday night and surprise them all. (Ismay slaps his hand on the
table) Retire with a bang, eh, E.J.?
A beat. Then Smith nods, stiffly.
[CUT TO]
75
[EXT. A DECK PROMENADE - DAY]
Rose and Jack stroll aft, past people lounging on deck chairs in the
slanting late-afternoon light. Stewards scurry to serve tea or hot coca.
ROSE :(girlish and excited) You know, my dream has always been to just
chuck it all and become an artist... living in a garret, poor
but free!
JACK :(laughing) You wouldn't last two days. There's no hot water, and
hardly ever any caviar.
ROSE :(angry in a flash) Listen, buster... I hate caviar! And I'm tired of
people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and a pat on the head.
JACK :I'm sorry. Really... I am.
ROSE :Well, alright. There's something in me, Jack. I feel it. I don't know
what it is, whether I should be an artist, or, I don't know... a dancer.
Like Isadora Duncan.. a wild pagan spirit...
She leaps forward, lands deftly and whirls like a dervish. Then she
sees something ahead and her face lights up.
ROSE :...or a moving picture actress!
She takes him by the hand and runs, pulling him along the deck toward--
DANIEL AND MARY MARVIN. Daniel is cranking the big wooden movie camera
as she poses stiffly at the rail.
MARVIN :You're sad. Sad, sad, sad. You've left your lover on the shore.
You may never see him again. Try to be sadder, darling.
SUDDENLY Rose shoots into the shot and strikes a theatrical pose at the
rail next to Mary. Mary bursts out laughing. Rose pulls Jack into the picture
and makes him pose.
Marvin grins and starts yelling and gesturing. We see this in CUTS, with
music and no dialogue.
[SERIES OF CUTS]
Rose posing tragically at the rail, the back of her hand to her forehead.
Jack on a deck chair, pretending to be a Pasha, the two girls pantomiming
fanning him like slave girls.
Jack, on his knees pleading with his hands clasped while Rose, standing,
turns her head in bored disdain.
Rose cranking the camera, while Daniel and Jack have a western shoot-out.
Jack wins and leers into the lens, twirling an air mustache like Snidely
Whiplash.
[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。』
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