76
[EXT. A DECK PROMENADE/ AFT - SUNSET]
Painted with orange light, Jack and rose lean on the A-deck rail aft,
shoulder to shoulder. The ship's lights come on.
It is a magical moment... perfect.
ROSE :So what then, Mr. Wandering Jack?
JACK :Well, then logging got to be too much like work, so I went down to
Los Angeles to the pier in Santa Monica. That's a swell place, they
even have a rollercoaster. I sketched portraits there for ten cents
a piece.
ROSE :A whole ten cents?!
JACK :(not getting it) Yeah; it was great money... I could make a dollar
a day, sometimes. But only in summer. When it got cold, I decided
to go to Paris and see what the real artists were doing
ROSE :(looks at the dusk sky) Why can't I be like you, Jack Just head out
for the horizon whenever I like it. (turning to him) Say we'll go
there, sometime... to that pier... even it we only ever just talk
about it.
JACK :Alright, we're going. We'll drink cheap beer and go on the rollercoaster
until we throw up and we'll ride horses on the beach... right in the
surf... but you have to ride like a cowboy, none of that side-saddle
stuff.
ROSE :You mean one leg on each side? Scanalous! Can you Show me?
JACK :Sure. If you like.
ROSE :(smiling at him) I think I would. (she looks at the horizon) And teach
me to spit too. Like a man. Why should only men be able to spit. It's
unfair.
JACK :They didn't teach you that in finishing school? Here, it's easy. Watch
closely.
He spits. It arcs out over the water.
JACK :Your turn.
Rose screws up her mouth and spits. A pathetic little bit of foamy
spittle which mostly runs down her chin before falling off into the water.
JACK :Nope, that was pitiful. Here, like this... you hawk it down...
HHHNNNK!... then roll it on your tongue, up to the front, like thith,
then a bog breath and PLOOOW!! You see the range on that thing?
She goes through the steps. Hawks it down, etc. He coaches her through
it (ad lib) while doing the steps himself. She lets fly. So does he. Two
comets of gob fly out over the water.
JACK :That was great!
Rose turns to him, her face alight. Suddenly she blanches. He sees her
expression and turns.
RUTH, the Countess of Rothes, and Molly Brown have been watching them
hawking lugees. Rose becomes instantly composed.
ROSE :Mother, may I introduce Jack Dawson.
RUTH :Charmed, I'm sure.
Jack has a little spit running down his chin. He doesn't know it. Molly
Brown is grinning. As Rose proceeds with the introductions, we hear...
OLD ROSE (V.O.) :The others were gracious and curious about the man who'd
saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect.
A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.
MOLLY :Well, Jack, it sounds like you're a good man to have around in a
sticky spot--
They all jump as a BUGLER sounds the meal call behind them.
MOLLY :Why do they insist on announcing dinner like a damn calvary charge?
ROSE :Shall we go dress, mother? (over her shoulder) See you at dinner, Jack.
RUTH :(as they walk away) Rose, look at you... out in the sun with no hat.
Honestly!
The Countess exits with Ruth and Rose, leaving Jack and Molly alone on
deck.
MOLLY :Son, do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're doing?
JACK :Not really,
MOLLY :Well, you're about to go into the sankepit. I hope you're ready.
What are you planning to wear?
Jack looks down at his clothes. Back up at her. He hadn't thought about
that.
MOLLY :I figured.
[CUT TO]
77
[INT. MOLLY BROWN'S STATEROOM]
Men's suits and jackets and formal wear are strewn all over the place.
Molly is having a fine tine. Jack is dressed, except for his jacket, and
Molly is tying his bow tie.
MOLLY :Don't feel bad about it. My husband still can't tie one of these
damn things after 20 years. There you go.
She picks up a jacket off the bed and hands it to him. Jack goes into
the bathroom to put it on. Molly starts picking up the stuff off the bed.
MOLLY :I gotta buy everything in three sizes 'cause I never know how much
he's been eating while I'm away.
She turns and sees him, though we don't.
MOLLY :My, my, my... you shine up like a new penny.
[CUT TO]
78
[EXT. BOAT DECK / FIRST CLASS ENTRANCE - DUSK]
A purple sky, shot with orange, in the west. Drifting strains of
classical music. We TRACK WITH JACK along the deck. By Edwardian standards
he looks badass. Dashing in borrowed white-tie outfit, right down to his
pearl studs.
A steward bows and smartly opens the door to the First Class Entrance.
STEWARD :Good evening, sir.
Jack plays the role smoothly. Nods with just the right degree of disdain.
[CUT TO]
79
[INT. UPPER LANDING / GRAND STAIRCASE AND A-DECK]
Jack steps in and his breath is taken away by the splendor spread out
before him. Overhead is the enormous glass dome, with a crystal chandelier
at it's center. Sweeping down six stories is the First Class Grand Staircase,
the epitome of the opulent naval architecture of the time.
And the people: the women in their floor length dresses, elaborate
hairstyles and abundant jewelry... the gentlemen in evening dress, standing
with one hand at the small of the back, talking quietly.
Jack descends to A deck. Several men nod a perfunctory greeting. He nods
back, keeping it simple. He feels like a spy.
Cal comes down the stairs, with Ruth on his arm, covered in jewelry. They
both walk right past Jack, neither one recognizing him. Cal nods at him, one
gent to another. But Jack barely has time to be amused. Because just behind
Cal and Ruth on the stairs is Rose, a vision in red and black, her low-cut
dress showing off her neck and shoulders, her arms sheathed in white gloves
that come well above the elbow. Jack is hypnotized by her beauty.
CLOSE ON ROSE, as she approaches Jack. He imitates the gentlemen's
stance, hand behind his back. She extends her gloved hand and he takes it,
kissing the backs of her fingers. Rose flushes, beaming noticeably. She
can't take her eyes off him.
JACK :I saw that in a nickelodeon once, and I always wanted to do it.
ROSE :Cal, surly you remember Mr. Dawson.
CAL :(caught off guard) Dawson! I didn't recognize you.
(studies him) Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentleman.
80
[INT. D-DECK RECEPTION ROOM]
CUT TO THE RECEPTION ROOM ON D DECK, as the party descends to dinner.
They encounter Molly Brown, looking good in a beaded dress, in her own
busty broad-shouldered way. Molly grins when she sees Jack. As they are
going into the dining saloon she walks next to him, speaking low:
MOLLY :Ain't nothing to it, is there, Jack?
JACK :Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your nose up.
MOLLY :Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like
you've got a lot of it and you're in the club.
As they enter the swirling throng, Rose leans close to him, pointing
out several notables.
ROSE :There're the Countess of Rothes. And that's John Jacob Astor...
the richest man on the ship. His little wife's there, Madeleine,
is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide
it. Quite the scandal. (nodding toward a couple) And over there,
that Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty
lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals.
Cal becomes engrossed in a conversation with Cosmo Duff-Gordon and
Colonel Gracie, while Ruth, the Countess and Lucille discuss fashion.
Rose pivots Jack smoothly, to show him another couple, dressed impeccably.
ROSE :And that Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress Madame Aubert. Mrs.
Guggenheim is at home with the children, of course.
Cal, meanwhile, is accepting the praise of his male counterparts, who
are looking at Rose like a prize show horse.
SIR COSMO :Hockley, she is splendid.
CAL :Thank you.
GRACIE :Cal is a lucky man. I know him well, and it can only be luck.
Ruth steps over, hearing the last. She takes Cal's arm, somewhat
coquettishly.
RUTH :How can you say that Colonel? Caledon Hockley is a great catch.
The entourage strolls toward the dining saloon, where they run into
the Astor旧 going through the ornate double doors.
ROSE :J.J., Madeleine, I渇 like you to meet Jack Dawson.
ASTOR :(shaking his hand) Good to meet you Jack. Are you of the Boston
Dawsons?
JACK :No, the Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.
J.J. nods as if he've heard of them, then looks puzzled. Madeleine
Astor appraises Jack and whispers girlishly to Rose:
MADELEINE :It's a pity we're both spoken for, isn't it?
[CUT TO]
81
[NT. DINING SALOON]
Like a ballroom at the palace, alive and lit by a constellation of
chandeliers, full of elegantly dressed people and beautiful music from
BANDLEADER WALLACE HARTLEY's small orchestra. As Rose and Jack enter
and move across the room to their table. Cal and Ruth beside them, we
hear...
OLD ROSE (V.O.) :He must have been nervous but he never faltered. They
assumed he was one of them... a young captain of industry
perhaps... new money, obviously, but still a member of
the club. Mother of course, could always be counted upon...
[CUT TO]
82
[INT. DINING SALOON]
RUTH :Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're
quite good on this ship.
WIDER: AT THE TABLE. Jack is seated opposite Rose, who is flanked by Cal and
Thomas Andrews. Also at the table are Molly Brown, Ismay, Colonel
Gracie, the Countess, Guggenheim, Madame Aubert, and the Astors.
JACK :The best I've seen, madam. Hardly any rats.
Rose motions surreptitiously for Jack to take his napkin off his plate.
CAL :Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to
my fiancee last night. (to Jack, as if to a child) This is foie gras.
It is goose liver.
We see whispers exchanged. Jack becomes the subject of furtive glances.
Now they're all feeling terribly liberal and dangerous.
GUGGENHEIM :(low, to Madam Aubert) what is Hockley hoping to prove, bringing
this... bohemian... up here?
WAITER :(to Jack) How do you take your caviar, sir?
CAL :(answering for him) Just a soupcon of lemon... (to Jack, smiling) ...
it improves the flavor with champagne.
JACK :(to waiter) No caviar for me, thanks. (to Cal) Never did like it much.
He looks at Rose, pokerfaced, and she smiles.
RUTH :And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
JACK :Well, right now my address is RMS Titanic. After that, I am on God good
humor.
Salad is served. Jack reaches for the fish fork. Rose gives him a look
and picks up the salad fork, prompting him with her eyes. He changes forks.
RUTH :You find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
JACK :Well... it is a big world, and I want to see it all before I go. My
father was always talkin?about goin?to see the ocean. He died in the
town he was born in, and never did see it. You can't wait around,
because you never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. See,
my folks died in a fire when I was fifteen, and I've been on the road
since. Somthing like that teaches you to take life as it comes at you.
To make each day count.
Molly Brown raises her glass in a salute.
MOLLY :Well said, Jack.
COLONEL GRACIE :(raising his glass) Here, here.
Rose raises her glass, looking at Jack.
ROSE :To making it count
Ruth, annoyed that Jack has scored a point, presses him further.
RUTH :How is it you have the means to travel, Mr. Dawson?
JACK :I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my
ticket on Titanic in a lucky hand at poker.
(he glances at Rose) A very lucky hand.
GRACIE :All life is a game of luck.
CAL :A real man makes his own luck, Archie.
Rose, notices that Thomas Andrews, sitting next to her, is writing in
his notebook, completely ignoring the conversation.
ROSE :Mr. Andrews, what are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in
this little book. (grabs it and reads) Increase number of screws in
hat hooks from 2 to 3. You built the biggest ship in the world and
this preoccupies you?!
Andrews smiles sheepishly.
ISMAY :He knows every rivet in her, don't you Thomas?
ANDREWS :All three million of them.
ISMAY :His blood and soul are in this ship. She may be mine on paper, but
in the eyes of God she belongs to Thomas Andrews.
ROSE :Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly.
ANDREWS :Thank you, Rose.
We see that Andrews has come under Rose's spell.
83
TIME TRANSITION: Dessert has been served and a waiter arrives with
cigars in a humidor on a wheeled cart. The men start clipping ends and
lighting.
ROSE :(low to Jack) Next it'll be brandies in the Smoking Room
GRACIE :Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?
ROSE :(low) Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each
other on being masters of the universe.
GRACIE :Joining us, Mr. Dawson? You don't want to stay out here with the
women, do you?
Actually he does, but...
JACK : No thanks. I'm heading back.
CAL :Probably best. It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing.
Wouldn't interest you. Good of you to come.
Cal and the other gentlemen exit.
ROSE :Jack, must you go?
JACK :Time for my coach to turn back into a pumpkin.
He leans over to take her hand.
INSERT: We see him slip a tiny folded note into her palm.
Ruth, scowling, watches him walk away across the enormous room. Rose
surreptitiously opens the note below table level. It reads: Take it count.
Meet me at the clock?
84
[INT. A-DECK FOYER - NIGHT]
Rose crosses the A -Deck foyer, sighting Jack at the landing above.
Overhead is the crystal dome. Jack has his back to her, studying the ornate
clock with it carved figures of Honor and Glory. It softly strikes the hour.
MOVING WITH ROSE as she goes up the sweeping staircase toward him. He
turns, sees her... smiles.
JACK :Want to go to real party?
[CUT TO]
85
[INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM]
Crowded and alive with music, laughter and raucous carrying on. An ad
hoc band is gathered near the upright piano, honking out lively stomping
music on fiddle, accordion and tambourine. People of all ages are dancing,
drinking beer and wine, smoking, laughing, even brawling.
Tommy hands Rose a pint of stout and she hoists it. Jack meanwhile
dances with 5 year old Cora Cartmell, or tries to, with her standing on
his feet. As the tune ends, Rose leans down to the little girl.
ROSE :May I cut in, miss?
JACK :You're still my best girl, Cora.
Cora scampers off. Rose and Jack face each other. She is trembling
as he takes her right hand in his left. His other hand slides to the small
of her back. It is an electrifying moment.
ROSE :I don't know the steps.
JACK :Just move with me. Don't think.
The music starts and they are off. A little awkward at first, she
starts to get into it. She grins at jack as she starts to get the rhythm
of the steps.
ROSE :Wait... stop!
She bends down, pulling off her high heel shoes, and flings them to
Tommy. Then she grabs Jack and they plunge back into the fray, dancing
faster as the music speeds up.
[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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