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87
[INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM]
The scene is rowdy and rollicking. A table gets knocked over as a
drunk crashes into it. And in the middle of it... Rose dancing with Jack
in her stocking feet. The steps are fast and she shines with sweat. A
space opens around them, and people watch them, clapping as the band
plays faster and faster.
FABRIZIO AND HELGA. Dancing has obviated the need for a common
language. He whirls her, then she responds by whirling him... Fabrizio's
eyes go wide when he realizes she's stronger than he is.
The tune ends in a mad rush. Jack steps away from Rose with a
flourish, allowing her to take a bow. Exhilarated and slightly tipsy,
she does a graceful ballet ployer, feet turned out perfectly. Everyone
laughs and applauds. Rose is a hit with the steerage folks, who've
never had a lady party with them.
They move to a table, flushed and sweaty. Rose grabs Fabrizio's
cigarette and takes a big drag. She's feeling cocky. Fabrizio is
grinning, holding hands with Helga.
JACK :How you doin'?
FABRIZIO :I don't know what she's say, she don't know what I say, so we
get along fine.
Tommy walks up with a pint for each of them. Rose chugs hers,
showing off.
ROSE :You think a first class gal can't drink?
Everybody else is dancing again, and Bjorn Gundersen crashes into
Tommy, who sloshes his beer over Rose's dress. She laughs, not caring.
But Tommy lunges, grabbing Bjorn and wheeling him around.
TOMMY :You stupid bastard!!
Bjorn comes around, his fists coming up... and Jack leaps into
the middle of it, pushing them apart.
JACK :Boys, boys! Did I ever tell you the one about the Swede and the
Irishman going' to the whorehouse?
Tommy stands there, all piss and vinegar, chest puffed up. Hen he
grins and claps Bjorn on the shoulder.
ROSE :So, you think you're big tough men? Let's see you do this.
In her stocking feet she assumes a ballet stance, arms raised,
and goes up on point, taking her entire weight on the tips of her
toes. The guys gape at her incredible muscle control. She comes back
down, then her face screws up in pain. She grabs one foot, hopping
around.
ROSE :Oooowww! I haven't done that in years.
Jack catches her as she loses her balance, and everyone cracks up.
THE DOOR to the well deck is open a few inches as Lovejoy watches
through the gap. He sees Jack holding Rose, both of them laughing.
LOVEJOY closes the door.
[CUT TO]
88
[EXT. BOAT DECK - NIGHT]
The stars blaze overhead, so bright and clear you can see the Milky
Way. Rose and Jack walk along the row of lifeboats. Still giddy from the
party, they are singing a popular song "Come Josephine in My Flying Machine".
JACK/ROSE :Come Josephine in my flying machine And it's up she goes! Up
she goes! In the air goes. Where? There she goes!
They fumble the words and break down laughing. They have reached the
First Class entrance, but don't go straight in, not wanting the evening
to end. Through the doors the sound of the ships orchestra wafts gently.
Rose grabs a davit and leans back, staring at the cosmos.
ROSE :Look. Isn't it magnificent? So grand and endless.
She goes to the rail and leans on it.
ROSE :They're such small people, Jack... my crowd. They think they're
giants on the earth, but they're not even dust in God's eye. They
live inside this little tiny champagne bubble... and someday the
bubble's going to burst.
He leans at the rail next to her, his hand just touching hers. It is
the slightest contact imaginable, and all either one of them can feel is
that square inch of skin where their hands are touching.
JACK :You're not one of them. There's been a mistake.
ROSE :A mistake?
JACK :Uh huh. You got mailed to the wrong address.
ROSE :(laughing) I did, didn't I?
(pointing suddenly) Look! A shooting star.
JACK :That was a long one. My father used to say that whenever you saw
one, it was a soul going to heaven.
ROSE :I like that. Aren't we supposed to wish on it?
Jack looks at her, and finds that they are suddenly very close
together. It would be so easy to move another couple inches, to kiss
her. Rose seems to be thinking the same thing.
JACK :What would you wish for?
After a beat, Rose pulls back.
ROSE :Something I can't have. (she smiles sadly) Goodnight, Jack. And
thank you.
She leaves the rail and hurries through the First Class Entrance.
JACK :Rose!!
But the door bangs shut, and she is gone. Back to her world.
[CUT TO]
89
[INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE / PRIVATE PROMENADE - DAY]
SUNDAY APRIL 14, 1912. A bright clear day. Sunlight splashing
across the promenade. Rose and Cal are having breakfast in silence.
The tension is palpable. Trudy Bolt, in her maid's uniform, pours
the coffee and goes inside.
CAL :I had hoped you would come to me last night.
ROSE :I was tired.
CAL :Yes. Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting.
ROSE :(stiffening) I see you had that undertaker of a manservant
follow me.
CAL :You will never behave like that again! Do you understand?
ROSE :I'm not some foreman in your mills that you can command! I
am your fiancee--
Cal explodes, sweeping the breakfast china off the table with a
crash. He moves to her in one shocking moment, glowering over her and
gripping the sides of her chair, so she is trapped between his arms.
CAL :Yes! You are! And my wife... in practice, if not yet by law.
So you will honor me, as a wife is required to honor her husband!
I will not be made out a fool! Is this in any way unclear?
Rose shrinks into the chair. She sees Trudy, frozen, partway through
the door bringing the orange juice. Cal follows Rose's glance and
straightens up. He stalks past the maid, entering the stateroom.
ROSE :We... had a little accident. I'm sorry, Trudy.
[CUT TO]
90
[INT. RUTH'S SUITE - DAY]
Rose is dressed for the day, and is in the middle of helping Ruth
with her corset. The tight bindings do not inhibit Ruth's fury at all.
RUTH :You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me Rose? I
forbid it!
Rose has her knee at the base of her mother's back and is pulling
the corset strings with both hands.
ROSE :Oh, stop it, Mother. You'll give yourself a nosebleed.
Ruth pulls away from her, and crosses to the door, locking it.
CLACK!
RUTH :(wheeling on her) Rose, this is not a game! Our situation is
precarious. You know the money's gone!
ROSE :Of course I know it's gone. You remind me every day!
RUTH :Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by
a good name. And that name is the only card we have to play.
Rose turns her around and grabs the corset strings again. Ruth
sucks in her waist and Rose pulls.
RUTH :I can't understand you. It is a fine match with Hockley, and it
will insure our survival.
ROSE :(hurt and lost) How can you put this on my shoulders?
Ruth turns to her, and we see what Rose sees-- the naked fear in
her mother's eyes.
RUTH :Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you
want? Do you want to see our fine things sold at auction, our
memories scattered to the winds? My God, Rose, how can you be
so selfish?
ROSE :It's so unfair.
RUTH :Of course it's unfair! We're women. Our choices are never easy.
Rose pulls the corset tighter.
[CUT TO]
91
[INT. FIRST CLASS DINING SALOON]
At the divine service, Captain Smith is leading a large group in the
hymn "Almighty Father Strong To Save." Rose and Ruth sing in the middle
of the group.
Lovejoy stands well back, keeping an eye on Rose. He notices a
commotion at the entry doors. Jack has been halted there by two stewards.
He is dressed in his third class clothes, and stands there, hat in hand,
looking out of place.
STEWARD :Look, you, you're not supposed to be in here.
JACK :I was just here last night... don't you remember?
(seeing Lovejoy coming toward him) He'll tell you.
LOVEJOY :Mr. Hockley and Mrs. DeWitt Bukater continue to be most
appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you
this in gratitude--
He holds out two twenty dollar bills, which Jack refuses to take.
JACK :I don't want money, I --
LOVEJOY :-- and also to remind you that you hold a third class ticket
and your presence here is no longer appropriate
Jack spots Rose but she doesn't see him.
JACK :I just need to talk to Rose for a--
LOVEJOY :Gentlemen, please see that Mr. Dawson gets back where he
belongs.(giving the twenties to the stewards) And that he
stays there.
STEWARD :Yes sir! (to Jack) Come along you.
END ON ROSE, not seeing Jack hustled out.
ROSE :(singing) O hear us when we cry to thee for those in peril on
the sea
[CUT TO]
92
[INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY]
An Edwardian nautilus room. There are machines we recognize, and
some we don't. A woman pedals a stationary bicycle in a long dress,
looking ridiculous. Thomas Andrews is leading a small tour group,
including Rose, Ruth and Cal. Cal is working the oars of a stationary
rowing machine with a well trained stroke.
CAL :Reminds me of my Harvard days.
T.W. McCAWLEY, the gym instructor, is a bouncy little man in white
flannels, eager to show off his modern equipment, like his present-day
counterpart on an "Abflex" infomercial. He hits a switch and a machine
with a saddle on it starts to undulate. Rose puts her hand on it,
curious.
MCCAULEY :The electric horse is very popular. We even have an electric
camel.(to Ruth) Care to try your hand at the rowing, m'am?
RUTH :Don't be absurd. I can't think of a skill I should likely need less.
ANDREWS :The next stop on our tour will be the bridge. This way, please.
[CUT TO]
93
[EXT. AFT WELL DECK, B-DECK AND A-DECK - DAY]
Jack, walking with determination, is followed closely by Tommy
and Fabrizio. He quickly climbs the steps to B-Deck and steps over
the gate separating 3rd from 2nd class.
TOMMY :She's a goddess amongst mortal men, there's no denyin'. But
she's in another world, Jackie, forget her. She's closed the door.
Jack moves furtively to the wall below the A-Deck promenade, aft.
JACK :It was them, not her. (glancing around the deck) Ready.. go.
Tommy shakes his head resignedly and puts his hands together,
crouching down. Jack steps into Tommy's hands and gets boosted up to
the deck, where he scrambles nimbly over the railing, onto the First
Class deck.
TOMMY :He's not bein' logical, I tell ya.
FABRIZIO :Amore is'a not logical.
[CUT TO]
94
[EXT. A-DECK / AFT - DAY]
A man is playing with his son, who is spinning a top with a string.
The man's overcoat and hat are sitting on a deck chair nearby. Jack
emerges from behind one of the huge deck cranes and calmly picks up the
coat and bowler hat. He walks away, slipping into the coat, and slicks
his hair back with spit. Then puts the hat on at a jaunty angle. At a
distance he could pass for a gentleman.
[CUT TO]
95
[INT. BRIDGE / CHARTROOM - DAY]
HAROLD BRIDE, the 21 year old junior Wireless Operator, hustles in
and skirts around Andrews' tour group to hand a Marconigram to Captain
Smith.
BRIDE :Another ice warning, sir. This one from the "Baltic".
SMITH :Thankyou, Sparks.
Smith glances at the message then nonchalantly puts it in his
pocket. He nods reassuringly to Rose and the group.
SMITH :Not to worry, it's quite normal for this time of year. In fact,
we're speeding up. I've just ordered the last boilers lit.
Andrews scowls slightly before motioning the group toward the door.
They exit just as SECOND OFFICER CHARLES HERBERT LIGHTOLLER comes out
of the chartroom, stopping next to First Officer Murdoch.
LIGHTOLLER :Did we ever find those binoculars for the lookouts?
FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH :Havn't seen them since Southampton.
[CUT TO]
96
[EXT. BOAT DECK / STARBOARD SIDE - DAY]
Andrews leads the group back from the bridge along the boat deck.
ROSE :Mr. Andrews, I did the sum in my head, and with the number of
lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned... forgive me, but
it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.
ANDREWS :About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you?
In fact, I put in these new type davits, which can take an
extra row of boats here. (he gestures along the deck)But it
was thought... by some... that the deck would look too
cluttered. So I was over-ruled.
CAL :(slapping the side of a boat) Waste of deck space as it is, on an
unsinkable ship!
ANDREWS :Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong
and true. She's all the lifeboat you need.
As they are passing Boat 7, a gentleman turns from the rail and walks
up behind the group. It is Jack. He taps Rose on the arm and she turns,
gasping. He motions and she cuts away from the group toward a door which
Jack holds open. They duck into the--
[CUT TO]
97
[INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY]
Jack closes the door behind her, and glances out through the
ripple-glass window to the starboard rail, where the gym instructor is
chatting up the woman who was riding the bike. Rose and Jack are alone
in the room.
ROSE :Jack, this is impossible. I can't see you.
He takes her by the shoulders.
JACK :Rose, you're no picnic... you're a spoiled brat even, but under
that you're a strong, pure heart, and you're the most amazing
astounding girl I've ever known and--
ROSE :Jack I--
JACK :No wait. Let me try to get this out. You're amazing... and I know
I have nothing to offer you, Rose. I know that. But I'm involved
now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away without knowin'
you're going to be alright.
Rose feels the tears coming to her eyes. Jack is so open and real...
not like anyone she has ever known.
ROSE :You're making this very hard. I'll be fine. Really.
JACK :I don't think so. They've got you in a glass jar like some
butterfly, and you're goin' to die it you don't break out.
Maybe not right away, 'cause you're strong. But sooner or later
the fire in you is goin' to go out.
ROSE :It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
JACK :You're right. Only you can do that.
ROSE :I have to go back, they'll miss me. Please, Jack, for both our sakes,
leave me alone.
Rose runs out onto the deck. Jack watches her go, through the rippled
windows of the gymnasium.. like a figure underwater.
[CUT TO]
98
[INT. FIRST CLASS LOUNGE - DAY]
The most elegant room on the ship, done in Louis Quinze Versaille
style. Rose sits on a divan, with a group of other women arrayed around
her. Ruth, the Countess Rothes and Lady Duff-Gordon are taking tea. Rose
is silent and still as a porcelain figurine as the conversation washes
around her.
RUTH :Of course the invitations had to be sent back to the printers
twice. And the bridesmaids dresses! Let me tell you what an
odyssey that has been...
TRACKING SLOWLY IN on Rose as Ruth goes on.
REVERSE, ROSE'S POV: A tableau of MOTHER and DAUGHTER having tea.
The four year old girl, wearing white gloves, daintily picking up a
cookie. The mother correcting her on her posture, and the way she holds
the teacup. The little girl trying so hard to please, her expression
serious. A glimpse of Rose at that age, and we see the relentless
conditioning... the path to becoming an Edwardian geisha.
ON ROSE. She calmly and deliberately turns her teacup over,
spilling tea all over her dress.
ROSE :Oh, look what I've done.
[CUT TO]
99
[EXT. TITANIC - DAY]
TITANIC STEAMS TOWARD US, in the dusk sky, as if lit by the embers
of a giant fire. As the ship looms, FILLING FRAME, we push on the bow.
Jack is there, right at the apex of the bow railing, his favorite spot.
He closes his eyes, letting the chill wind clear his head.
Jack hears her voice, behind him...
ROSE :Hello, Jack.
He turns and she is standing there.
ROSE :I changed my mind.
He smiles at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her cheeks are red
with the chill wind, and her eyes sparkle. Her hair blows wildly
about her face.
ROSE :Fabrizio said you might be up --
JACK :Sssshh. Come here.
He puts his hands on her waist. As if he is going to kiss her.
JACK :Close your eyes.
She does, and he turns her to face forward, the way the ship is
going. He presses her gently to the rail, standing right behind her.
Then he takes her two hands and raises them until she is standing with
her arms outstretched on each side. Rose is going along with him. When
he lowers his hands, her arms stay up... like wings.
JACK :Okay. Open them.
Rose gasps. There is nothing in her field of vision but water.
It's like there is no ship under them at all, just the two of them
soaring. The Atlantic unrolls toward her, a hammered copper shield
under a dusk sky. There is only the wind, and the hiss of the water
50 feet below.
ROSE :I'm flying!
She leans forward, arching her back. He puts his hands on her waist
to steady her.
JACK :(singing softly) Come Josephine in my flying machine...
Rose closes her eyes, feeling herself floating weightless far above
the sea. She smiles dreamily, then leans back, gently pressing her back
against his chest. He pushes forward slightly against her.
Slowly he raises his hands, arms outstretched, and they meet hers...
fingertips gently touching. Then their fingers intertwine. Moving slowly,
their fingers caress through and around each other like the bodies of
two lovers.
Jack tips his face forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent
of her wash over him, until his cheek is against her ear.
Rose turns her head until her lips are near his. She lowers her arms,
turning further, until she finds his mouth with hers. He wraps his arms
around her from behind, and they kiss like this with her head turned and
tilted back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable.
They kiss, slowly and tremulously, and then with building passion.
Jack and the ship seem to merge into one force of power and optimism,
lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soaring onward
into a night without fear.
100
IN THE CROW'S NEST, high above and behind them, lookout FREDERICK
FLEET nudges his mate, REGINALD LEE, pointing down at the figures in
the bow.
FLEET :Wish I had those bleedin' binoculars.
--
『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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