271
[EXT. TITANIC]
WIDE SHOT. The lights go out all over the ship. Titanic becomes
a vast black silhouette against the stars.
IN COLLAPSIBLE C: BRUCE ISMAY has his back to the ship, unable to
watch the great steamer die. He is satatonic with remorse, his mind
overloaded. He can avert his eyes, but he can't block out the sounds
of dying people and machinery.
A loud CRACKING REPORT comes across the water.
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272
[EXT. BOAT DECK]
Near the third funnel a man clutches the ship's rail. He stares
down as the DECK SPLITS right between his feet. A yawning chasm opens
with a THUNDER of breaking steel.
LOVEJOY is clutching the railing on the roof of the Officers'
Mess. He watches in horror as the ship's structure RIPS APART right
in front of him. He gapes down into a widening maw, seeing straight
down into the bowels of the ship, amid a BOOMING CONCUSSION like the
sound of artillery. People falling into the widening crevasse look
like dolls.
The stay cables on the funnel part and snap across the decks
like whips, ripping off davits and ventilators. A man is hit by
a whipping cable and snatched OUT OF FRAME. Another cable smashes
the rail next to Lovejoy and it rips free. He falls backward into
the pit of jagged metal.
Fires, explosions and sparks light the yawning chasms as the
hull splits down through nine decks to the keel. The sea pours into
the gaping wound--
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273
[INT. ENGINE ROOM]
It is a thundering black hell. Men scream as monstrous machinery
comes apart around them, steel frames twisting like taffy. Their
torches illuminate the roaring, foaming demon of water as it races
at them through the machines. Trying to climb, they are overtaken in
seconds.
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274
[EXT. TITANIC - NIGHT]
The STERN HALF of the ship, almost four hundred feet long, falls
back toward the water. On the poop deck everyone screams as they feel
themselves plummeting. The sound goes up like the roar of fans at a
baseball stadium when a run is scored.
Swimming in the water directly under the stern a few unfortunates
shriek as they see the keel coming down on them like God's bootheel.
The massive stern section falls back almost level, thundering down
into the sea and pushing out a mighty wave of displaced water.
275
Jack and Rose struggle to hold onto the stern rail. They feel
the ship seemingly RIGHT ITSELF. Some of those praying think it
is salvation.
SEVERAL PEOPLE :We're saved!
Jack looks at Rose and shakes his head, grimly.
276
Now the horrible mechanics play out. Pulled down by the awesome
weight of the flooded bow, the buoyant stern tilts up rapidly. They
feel the RUSH OF ASCENT as the fantail angles up again. Everyone is
clinging to benches, railings, ventilators... anything to keep from
sliding as the stern lifts.
The stern goes up, past 45 degrees, then past sixty.
277
People start to fall, sliding and tumbling. They skid down the
deck, screaming and flailing to grab onto something. They wrench
other people loose and pull them down as well. There is a pile-up
of bodies at the forward rail. The DAHL FAMILY falls one by one.
JACK :We have to move!
He climbs over the stern rail and reaches back for Rose. She
is terrified to move. He grabs her hand.
JACK :Come on! I've got you!
Jack pulls her over the rail. It is the same placed he pulled
her over the rail two nights earlier, going the other direction.
She gets over just as the railing is going HORIZONTAL, and the
deck VERTICAL. Jack grips her fiercely.
The stern is now straight up in the air... a rumbling black
monolith standing against the stars. It hangs there like that
for a long grace note, its buoyancy stable.
Rose lies on the railing, looking down fifteen stories to the
boiling sea at the base of the stern section. People near them, who
didn't climb over, hang from the railing, their legs dangling over
the long drop. They fall one by one, plummeting down the vertical
face of the poop deck. Some of them bounce horribly off deck
benches and ventilators.
Jack and Rose lie side by side on what was the vertical face
of the hull, gripping the railing, which is now horizontal. Just
beneath their feet are the gold letters TITANIC emblazoned across
the stern.
Rose stares down terrified at the black ocean waiting below to
claim them. Jack looks to his left and sees Baker Joughin, crouching
on the hull, holding onto the railing. It is a surreal moment.
JOUGHIN :(nodding a greeting) Helluva night.
The final relentless plunge begins as the stern section floods.
Looking down a hundred feet to the water, we drop like an elevator
with Jack and Rose.
JACK :(talking fast) Take a deep breath and hold it right before
we go into the water. The ship will suck us down. Kick for
the surface and keep kicking. Don't let go of my hand. We're
gonna make it Rose. Trust me.
She stares at the water coming up at them, and grips his hand harder.
ROSE :I trust you.
Below them the poop deck is disappearing. The plunge gathers
speed... the boiling surface engulfs the docking bridge and then
rushes up the last thirty feet.
278
IN A HIGH SHOT, we see the stern descend into the boiling sea.
The name TITANIC disappears, and the tiny figures of Jack and Rose
vanish under the water.
Where the ship stood, now there is nothing. Only the black ocean.
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279
[EXT. OCEAN/ UNDERWATER AND SURFACE]
Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others
struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and
tumbles them.
280
Jack rises INTO FRAME F.G. kicking hard for the surface...
holding tightly to Rose, pulling her up.
281
AT THE SURFACE: a roiling chaos of screaming, thrashing people.
Over a thousand people are now floating where the ship went down.
Some are stunned, gasping for breath. Others are crying, praying,
moaning, shouting... screaming.
Jack and Rose surface among them. They barely have any time to
gasp for air before people are clawing at them. People driven insane
by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense it is
indistinguishable from death by fire.
A man pushes Rose under, trying to climb on top of her...
senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything.
Jack PUNCHES him repeatedly, pulling her free.
JACK :Swim, Rose! SWIM!
She tries, but her strokes are not as effective as his because
of her lifejacket. They break out of the clot of people. He has to
find some kind of floatation, anything to get her out of the
freezing water.
JACK :Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come on, you can do it.
All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and
moaning... a chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing
but black water stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation
and hopelessness is overwhelming.
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282
[OMITTED]
283
[EXT. OCEAN]
Jack strokes rhythmically, the effort keeping him from freezing.
JACK :Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.
ROSE :It's so cold.
JACK :I know. I know. Help me, here. Look around.
His words keep her focused, taking her mind off the wailing
around them. Rose scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a
breath. She turns and... SCREAMS.
A DEVIL is right in front of her face. It is the black FRENCH
BULLDOG, swimming right at her like a seamonster in the darkness,
it's coal eyes bugging. It motors past her, like it's heading for
Newfoundland.
Beyond it Rose sees something in the water.
ROSE :What's that?
Jack sees what she's pointing to, and they make for it together.
It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. He pushes her up
and she slithers onto it belly down.
But when Jack tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and
submerges, almost dumping Rose off. It is clearly only big enough
to support her. He clings to it, close to her, keeping his upper
body out of the water as best be can.
Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from the
exertion. A MAN swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris.
Jack warns him back,
JACK :It's just enough for this lady... you'll push it under.
MAN :Let me try at least, or I'll die soon.
JACK :You'll die quicker if you come any closer.
MAN :Yes, I see. Good luck to you then. (swimming off) God bless.
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284
[EXT. COLLAPSIBLE A/ OCEAN]
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides
in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as their only hope.
Cal, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in the water as a warning.
CAL :Stay back! Keep off!
Fabrizio, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the
boat. Cal CLUBS HIM with the oar, cutting open his scalp.
FABRIZIO :You don't... understand... I have... to get... to America.
CAL :(pointing with the oar) It's that way!
CLOSE ON FABRIZIO as he floats, panting, each breath agony. You
see the spirit leave him.
FABRIZIO'S POV: Cal in SLOW MOTION, yelling and wielding the oar.
A demon in a tuxedo. The image fades to black.
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285
[EXT. OCEAN]
JACK AND ROSE still afloat amid a chorus of the damned. Jack
sees a ship's officer nearby, CHIEF OFFICER WILDE. He is blowing
his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water
for miles.
JACK :The boats will come back for us, Rose. Hold on just a little
longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll
be coming back.
She nods, his words helping her. She is shivering uncontrollably,
her lips blue and her teeth chattering.
ROSE :Thank God for you Jack.
People are still screaming, calling to the lifeboats.
WOMAN :Come back! Please! We know you can hear us, For God's sake!
MAN :Please... help us. Save one life! SAVE ONE LIFE!
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286
[EXT. LIFEBOATS / OCEAN]
IN BOAT 6: Ruth has her ears covered against the wailing in the
darkness. The first class women in the boat sit, stunned, listening
to the sound of hundreds screaming.
HICHENS :They'll pull us right down I tell ya!
MOLLY :AW knock it off, yer scarin' me. Come on girls, grab your
oars. Let's go. (nobody moves) Well come on!
The women won't meet her eyes. They huddle into their ermine
wraps.
MOLLY :I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with you?
It's your men back there! We got plenty a' room for more.
HICHENS :It you don't shut that hole in yer face, there'll be one
less in this boat! Ruth keeps her ears covered and her
eyes closed, shutting it all out.
287
IN BOAT ONE: Sir Cosmo and Lucille Duff Gordon sit with ten
other people in a boat that is two thirds empty. They are two
hundred yards from the screaming in the darkness.
FIREMAN HENDRICKSON :We should do something.
Lucille squeezes Cosmo's hand and pleads to him with her eyes.
She is terrified.
SIR COSMO :It's out of the question
The crewmembers, intimidated by a nobleman, acquiesce. They
hunch guiltily, hoping the sound will stop soon.
TWENTY BOATS, most half full, float in the darkness. None of
them make a move.
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288
[EXT. OCEAN]
Jack and Rose drift under the blazing stars. The water is
glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Rose can actually
see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Jack squeezes the water out of her long coat, tucking it in
tightly around her legs. He rubs her arms. His face is chalk
white in the darkness. A low MOANING in the darkness around them.
ROSE :It's getting quiet.
JACK :Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the
boats organized
Rose is unmoving, just staring into space. She knows the
truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Jack she sees that Officer
Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his lifejacket, looking
almost asleep. He has died of exposure already.
JACK :I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly
worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
He laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Rose finds
his eyes in the dim light.
ROSE :I love you Jack.
He takes her hand.
JACK :No... don't say your good-byes, Rose. Don't you give up.
Don't do it.
ROSE :I'm so cold.
JACK :You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and
you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're
going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this
night. Do you understand me?
ROSE :I can't feel my body.
JACK :Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best
thing that ever happened to me.
Jack is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
JACK :It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm Thankful.
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to
his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
JACK :You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive...
that you will never give up... no matter what happens...
no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go
of that promise.
ROSE :I promise.
JACK :Never let go.
ROSE :I Promise. I will never let go, jack. I'll never let go.
She grips his hand and they lie with their heads together. It
is quiet now, except for the lapping of water.
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289
[EXT. LIFEBOATS / OCEAN - NIGHT]
Fifth Officer Lowe, the impetuous young Welshman, has gotten
boats 10, 12 and Collapsible D together with his own boat 14. A
demon of energy, he's had everyone hold the boats together and is
transferring passengers from 14 into the others, to empty his boat
for a rescue attempt.
As the women step gingerly across into the other boats, Lowe
sees a shawled figure in too much of a hurry. He rips the shawl
off, and finds himself staring into the face of a man. He angrily
shoves the stowaway into another boat and turns to his crew of three.
LOWE :Right, man the oars.
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290
[EXT. OCEAN / BOAT 14]
The beam of an electric torch plays across the water like a
searchlight as Boat 14 comes toward us.
ANGLE FROM THE BOAT as the torch illuminates floating debris,
a poignant trail of flotsam: a violin, a child's wooden soldier, a
framed photo of a steerage family. Daniel Marvin's wooden Biograph
camera.
Then, their white lifebelts bobbing in the darkness like
signposts, the first bodies come into the torches beam. The people
are dead but not drowned, killed by the freezing water. Some look
like they could be sleeping. One seaman throws up. Lowe sees a mother
floating with her arms frozen around her lifeless baby.
LOWE :(the worst moment of his life) We waited too long.
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291
[EXT. OCEAN]
IN A HOVERING DOWNANGLE we see Jack and Rose floating in the
black water. The stars reflect in the mill pond surface, and the
two of them seem to be floating in interstellar space. They are
absolutely still. Their hands are locked together. Rose is staring
upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above her. The music is
transparent, floating... as the long sleep steals over Rose, and
she feels peace.
CLOSE on Rose's face. Pale, like the faces of the dead. She
seems to be floating in a void. Rose is in a semi-hallucinatory
state. She knows she is dying. Her lips barely move as she sings
a scrap of Jack's song:
ROSE :"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
ROSE'S POV: The stars. Like you've never seen them. The Milky
Way a glorious band from horizon to horizon.
A SHOOTING STAR flares... a line of light across the heavens.
TIGHT ON ROSE again. We see that her hair is dusted with frost
crystals. Her breathing is so shallow, she is almost motionless.
Her eyes track down from the stars to the water.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward her and the light
flares across the water, silhouetting the bobbing corpses in between.
It flicks past her motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet
away, and moving past her. The men look away.
Rose lifts her head to turn to Jack. We see that her hair has
frozen to the wood under her.
ROSE :(barely audible) Jack.
She touches his shoulder with her free hand. He doesn't respond.
Rose gently turns his face toward her. It is rimed with frost.
He seems to be sleeping peacefully.
But he is not asleep.
Rose can only stare at his still face as the realization goes
through her.
ROSE :Oh, Jack
All hope, will and spirit leave her. She looks at the boat. It
is further away now, the voices fainter. Rose watches them go.
She closes her eyes. She is so weak, and there just seems to be
no reason to even try.
And then... her eyes snap open.
She raises her head suddenly, crackling the ice as she rips her
hair off the wood. She calls out, but her voice is so weak they don't
hear her. The boat is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly
far away. She struggles to draw breath, calling again.
292
IN THE BOAT Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something
ahead, turning the tiller.
293
ROSE struggles to move. Her hand, she realizes, is actually frozen
to Jack's. She breathes on it, melting the ice a little, and gently
unclasps their hands, breaking away a tin tinkling film.
ROSE :I won't let go. I promise.
She releases him and he sinks into the black water. He seems to fade
out like a spirit returning to some immaterial plane.
Rose rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water.
She swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs the whistle. She starts
to BLOW THE WHISTLE with all the strength in her body. Its sound slaps
across the still water.
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IN BOAT 14 Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.
LOWE :(turning the tiller) Row back! That way! Pull!
Rose keeps blowing as the boat comes to her. She is still blowing
when Lowe takes the whistle from her mouth as they haul her into the
boat. She slips into unconsciousness and they scramble to cover her
with blankets...
[DISSOLVE 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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