295
[INT. IMAGING SHACK / KELDYSH]
EXTREME CLOSEUP of Rose's ancient, wrinkled face. Present day.
OLD ROSE :Fifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic
sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating
nearby and only one came back. One. Six were saved from
the water, myself included. Six out of fifteen hundred.
As she speaks THE CAMERA TRACKS slowly across the faces of
Lizzy and the salvage crew on KELDYSH. Lovett, Bodine, Buell, the
others... the reality of what happened here 84 years before has hit
them like never before. With her story Rose has put them on Titanic
in its final hours, and for the first time, they do feel like
graverobbers.
Lovett, for the first time, has even forgotten to ask about the
diamond.
OLD ROSE :Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing
to do but wait... wait to die, wait to live, wait for an
absolution which would never come.
[DISSOLVE TO]
296
[EXT. LIFEBOATS / OPEN SEA - PRE-DAWN]
MATCHING MOVE as the camera tracks along the faces of the saved.
DISSOLVE TO: ANOTHER BOAT, and then ANOTHER, seeing faces we know
among the survivors: Ismay in a trance, just staring and trembling...
Cal, sipping from a hip flask offered to him by a black-faced stoker...
Ruth hugging herself, rocking gently.
297
IN BOAT 14: CLOSE ON ROSE, lying swaddled. Only her face visible,
white as the moon. The man next to her jumps up, pointing and yelling.
Soon everyone is looking and shouting excitedly. In Rose's POV it is
all silent, SLOW MOTION.
IN A SLOW-MOTION SILENCE we see Lowe light a green flare and wave
it as everyone shouts and cheers. Rose doesn't react. She floats
beyond all human emotion.
[DISSOLVE TO]
299
[EXT. LIFEBOATS/ OCEAN/ CARPATHIA MONTAGE - DAY]
IMAGES DISSOLVE into one another: a ships hull looming, with the
letters CARPATHIA visible on the bow... Rose watching, rocked by the
sea, her face blank... seamen helping survivors up the rope ladder to
the Carpathia's gangway doors... two women crying and hugging each
other inside the ship... ALL SILENT, ALL IN SLOW-MOTION. There is
just music, so gentle and sad, part elegy, part hymn, art aching song
of love lost forever.
THE IMAGES CONTINUE to music... Rose, outside of time, outside of
herself, coming into Carpathia, barely able to stand... Rose being
draped by warm blankets and given hot tea... BRUCE ISMAY climbing
aboard. He has the face and eyes of a damned soul.
As Ismay walks along the hall, guided by a crewman toward the
doctors cabin, he passes rows of seated and standing widows. He must
run the gauntlet of their accusing gazes.
[CUT TO]
300
[EXT. DECK/ CARPATHIA - DAY]
It is the afternoon of the 15th. Cal is searching the faces of
the widows lining the deck, looking for Rose. The deck of Carpathia
is crammed with huddled people, and even the recovered lifeboats of
Titanic. On a hatch cover sits an enormous pile of lifebelts.
He keeps walking toward the stern. Seeing Cal's tuxedo, a
steward approaches him.
CARPATHIA STEWARD :You won't find any of your people back here, sir.
It's all steerage.
Cal ignores him and goes amongst this wretched group, looking
under shawls and blankets at one bleak face after another.
Rose is sipping hot tea. Her eyes focus on him as he approaches
her. He barely recognizes her. She looks like a refugee, her matted
hair hanging in her eyes.
ROSE :Yes, I lived. How awkward for you.
CAL :Rose... your mother and I have been looking for you--
She holds up her hand, stopping him.
ROSE :Please don't. Don't talk. Just listen. We will make a deal, since
that is something you understand. From this moment you do not
exist to me, nor I for you. You shall not see me again. And you
will not attempt to find me. In return I will keep my silence.
Your actions last night need never come to light, and you will
get to keep the honor you have so carefully purchased.
She fixes him a glare as cold and hard as the ice that changed
their lives.
ROSE :Is this in any way unclear?
CAL :(after a long beat) What do I tell your mother?
ROSE :Tell her that her daughter died with the Titanic.
She stands, turning to the rail. Dismissing him. We see Cal
stricken with emotion.
CAL :You're precious to me, Rose.
ROSE :Jewels are precious. Goodbye, Mr. Hockley.
We see that in his way, the only way he knows, he does truly
love her.
After a moment, he turns and walks away.
OLD ROSE :That was the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course,
and inherited his millions. The crash of 28 hit his interests
hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year. His children
fought over the scraps of his estate like hyenas, or so I read.
301
ANGLE ON ROSE, at the railing of the Carpathia, 9pm April 18th.
She gazes up at the Statue of Liberty, looking just as it does today,
welcoming her home with her glowing torch. It is just as Fabrizio saw
it, so clearly, in his mind.
302
LATER CARPATHIA DISGORGES THE SURVIVORS at the Cunard pier, Pier
54. Over 30,000 people line the dock and fill the surrounding
streets. The magnesium flashes of the photographers go off like
small bombs, lighting an amazing tableau.
Several hundred police keep the mob back. The dock is packed with
friends and relatives, officials, ambulances, and the press--
Reporters and photographers swarm everywhere... 6 deep at the foot
of the gangways, lining the tops of cars and trucks.. it is the 1912
equivalent to a media circus. They jostle to get close to the
survivors, tugging on them as they pass and shouting over each other
to ask them questions.
Rose is covered with a woolen shawl and walking with a group of
steerage passengers. Immigration officers are asking them questions
as they come off the gangway.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER :Name?
ROSE :Dawson. Rose Dawson.
The officer steers her toward a holding area for processing. Rose
walks forward with the dazed immigrants. The BOOM! of photographer's
magnesium flashes cause them to flinch, and the glare is blinding.
There is a sudden disturbance near her as two men burst through the
cordon, running to embrace an older woman among the survivors, who
cries out with joy. The reporters converge on this emotional scene,
and flashes explode.
Rose uses this moment to slip away into the crowd. She pushes
through the jostling people, moving with purpose, and none challenges
her in the confusion.
OLD ROSE :Can you exchange one life for another? A caterpillar turns
into a butterfly. If a mindless insect can do it, why
couldn't I? Was it any more unimaginable than the sinking
of the Titanic?
TRACKING WITH HER as she walks away, further and further until the
flashes and the roar are far behind her, and she is still walking,
determined.
[CUT TO]
303
[INT. IMAGING SHACK/ KELDYSH]
Old Rose sits with the group in the imaging shack, lit by the blue
glow of the screens. She holds the haircomb with the jade butterfly on
the handle in her gnarled hands.
BODINE :We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at
all.
OLD ROSE :No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of
him until now, not to anyone.
(to Lizzy) Not even your Grandfather. A woman's heart is a
deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know there was a
man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way
that a person can be saved.
(closing her eyes) I don't even have a picture of him.
He exists now only in my memory.
[CUT TO]
304
[OMITTED]
305
[EXT. OCEAN FLOOR/ TITANIC WRECK]
The Mir submersibles make their last pass over the ship. We hear
Yuri the pilot on the UQC:
YURI :Mir One returning to surface.
The sub rises off the deck of the wreck, taking it's light with it,
leaving the Titanic once again in it's fine and private darkness.
[CUT TO]
306
[EXT. KELDYSH DECK]
A desultory wrap up party for the expedition is in progress. There
is music and some of the (co-ed) Russian crew are dancing. Bodine is
getting drunk in the aggressive style of Baker Joughin.
Lovett stands at the rail, looking down into the black water. Lizzy
comes to him, offering him a beer. She puts her hand on his arm.
LIZZY :I'm sorry.
BROCK :We were pissin' in the wind the whole time.
Lovett notices a figure move through the lights far down at the stern
of the ship.
LOVETT :Oh shit.
[CUT TO]
307
[EXT. KELDYSH STERN DECK]
Rose walks through the shadows of the deck machinery. Her nightgown
blows in the wind. Her feet are bare. Her hands are clutched at her
chest, almost as if she is praying.
ON BROCK AND LIZZY running down the stairs from the top deck, hauling
ass.
ROSE reaches the stern rail. Her gnarled fingers wrap over the rail.
Her ancient foot steps up on the gunwale. She pushes herself up leaning
forward. Over her shoulder, we see the black water glinting far below.
BROCK AND LIZZY run up behind her.
LIZZY :Grandma, wait!! Don't--
ROSE TURNS her head, looking at them. She turns further, and we see
she has something in her hand., something she was about to drop overboard.
It is the "Heart of the Ocean".
Lovett sees his holy grail in her hand and his eyes go wide. Rose keeps
it over the railing where she can drop it anytime.
ROSE :Don't come any closer.
LOVETT :You had it the entire time!?
[FLASH CUT TO]
A SILENT IMAGE OF YOUNG ROSE walking away from Pier 54. The
photographers' flashes go off like a battle behind her. She has her
hands in her pockets. She stops, feeling something, and pulls out the
necklace. She stares at it in amazement.
BACK ON KELDYSH, Rose smiles at Brock's incomprehension.
ROSE :The hardest part about being so poor, was being so rich. But every
time I thought of selling it, I thought of Cal. And somehow I always
got by without his help.
She holds it out over the water. Bodine and a couple of the other guys
come up behind Brock, reacting to what is in Rose's hand.
BODINE :Holy shit.
LOVETT :Don't drop it Rose.
BODINE :(a fierce whisper)Rush her.
LOVETT :(to Bodine)It's hers, you schmuck.
(to her)Look, Rose, I... I don't know what to say to a woman who
tries to jump off the Titanic when it's not sinking, and jumps
back on when it is... we're not dealing with logic here, I know
that... but please... think about this for a second.
ROSE : I have. I came all the way here so this could go back where it
belongs.
The massive diamond glitters. Brock edges closer and holds out his
hand...
BROCK :Just let me hold it in my hand, Rose. Please. Just once.
He comes closer to her. it is reminiscent of Jack slowly moving up to
her at the stern of Titanic.
Surprisingly, she calmly places the massive stone in the palm of his
hand, while still holding onto the necklace. Brock gazes at the object of
his quest. An infinity of cold scalpels glint in its blue depths. It is
mesmerizing. It fits in his hand just like he imagined.
BROCK :My god.
His grip tightens on the diamond.
He looks up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes are suddenly infinitely wise
and deep.
ROSE :You look for treasure in the wrong place, Mr. Lovett. Only life
is priceless, and making each day count.
His fingers relax. He opens them slowly. Gently she slips the diamond
out of his hand. He feels it sliding away.
Then, with an impish little grin, Rose tosses the necklace over the
rail. Bodine gives a strangled cry and rushes to the rail in time to see
it hit the water and disappear forever.
BODINE: Aww!! That really sucks, lady!
Brock Lovett goes through ten changes before he settles on a
reaction... HE LAUGHS. He laughs until tears come to his eyes. Then he
turns to Lizzy.
LOVETT: Would you like to dance?
Lizzy grins at him and nods. Rose smiles. She looks up at the stars.
308
IN THE BLACK HEART OF THE OCEAN, the diamond sinks, twinkling end
over end, into the infinite depths.
[CUT TO]
309
[INT. ROSE'S CABIN/ KELDYSH]
A GRACEFUL PAN across Rose's shelf of carefully arranged pictures:
Rose as a young actress in California, radiant... a theatrically lit
studio publicity shot..Rose and her husband, with their two children...
Rose with her son at his college graduation... Rose with her children
and grandchildren at her 70th birthday. A collage of images of a life
lived well.
THE PAN STOPS on an image filling frame. Rose, circa 1920. She is
at the beach, sitting on a horse in the surfline. The Santa Monica pier,
with it's rollercoaster is behind her. She is grinning, full of life.
We PAN OFF the last picture to Rose herself, warm in her bunk. A
profile shot. She is very still. She could be sleeping, or maybe
something else.
[CUT TO]
[BLACKNESS]
310
THE WRECK OF THE TITANIC looms like a ghost out of the dark. It
is lit by a kind of moonlight, a light of the mind. We pass over the
endless forecastle deck to the superstructure, moving faster than subs
can move... almost like we're flying.
WE GO INSIDE, and the echoing sound of distant waltz music is
heard. The rust fades away from the walls of the dark corridor and it
is transformed... WE EMERGE onto the grand staircase, lit by glowing
chandeliers. The music is vibrant now, and the room is populated by men
in tie and tails, women in gowns. It is exquisitely beautiful.
IN POV we sweep down the staircase. The crowd of beautiful gentlemen
and ladies turn as we descend toward them. At the bottom a man stands
with his back to us... he turns and it is Jack. Smiling he holds his
hand out toward us.
IN A SIDE ANGLE Rose goes into his arms, a girl of 17. The passengers,
officers and crew of the RMS Titanic smile and applaud in the utter
silence of the abyss.
[END]
--
『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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