Titanic Page #11

Jack, awkwardly clutching Rose by whatever he can get a grip on as she

flails, gets her over the railing. They fall together onto the deck in a

tangled heap, spinning in such a way that Jack winds up slightly on top of

her.

Rowe slides down the ladder from the docking bridge like it's a fire drill

and sprints across the fantail.

ROWE:

Here, what's all this?!

Rowe runs up and pulls Jack off of Rose, revealing her dishevelled and

sobbing on the deck. Her dress is torn, and the hem is pushing up above her

knees, showing one ripped stocking. He looks at Jack, the shaggy steerage

man with his jacket off, and the first class lady clearly in distress, and

starts drawing conclusions. Two seamen chug across the deck to join them.

ROWE:

(to Jack)

Here you, stand back! Don't move an inch!

(to the seamen)

Fetch the Master at Arms.

CUT TO:

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:

An 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:

(rubbing her arms)

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 of 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 toward her.

CAL:

(unexpectedly tender)

I know you've een melancholy, and I don't pretent 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 gals 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:

Daimond. Yes it is. 56 carats.

He takes the necklace and during the following places it around her throat.

He turns her to the mirror, staring 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 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 Hockley. It was a cold stone... a

heart of ice.

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