Titanic Page #12

Finally, when Rose's eyes FILL FRAM, we MORPH SLOWLY to her eyes as the are

now... transforming through 84 years of life...

TRANSITION:

68 INT. KELDYSH IMAGING SHACK

Without a cut the wrinkled, weathered landscape of age has appeared around

her eyes. But the eyes themselves are the same.

OLD ROSE:

After all these years, feel it closing around my throat like a dog collar.

THE CAMERA PUllS BACK to show her whole face.

ROSE:

I can still feel its weight. If you could have felt it, not just seen it...

LOVETT:

Well, that's the general idea, my dear.

BODINE:

So let me get this right. You were gonna kill yourself by jumping off the

Titanic?

(he guffaws)

That's great!

LOVETT:

(warningly)

Lewis...

But Rose laughs with Bodine.

BODINE:

(still laughing)

All you had to do was wait two days!

Lovett, standing out of Rose's sightline, checks his watch. Hours have

passed. This process is taking too long.

LOVETT:

Rose, tell us more about the diamond. What did Hockley do with it after

that?

ROSE:

Im afraid I'm feeling a little tired, Mr. Lovett.

Lizzy picks up the cue and starts to wheel her out.

LOVETT:

Wait! Can you give us something go on, here. Like who had access to the

safe. What about this Lovejoy guy? The valet. Did he have the combination?

LIZZY:

That's enough.

Lizzy takes her out. Rose's old hand reapears at the doorway in a frail

wave goodbye.

CUT TO:

69 EXT. LAUNCH AREA/KELDYSH DECK - DAY

As the big hydraulic jib swings one of the Mir subs out over the water.

Lovett walks as he talks with Bobby Buell, the partners' rep. They weave

among deck cranes, launch crew, sub maintenance guys.

BUELL:

The partners are pissed.

BROCK:

Bobby, buy me time. I need time.

BUELL:

We're running thirty thousand a day, and we're six days over. I'm telling

you what they're telling me. The hand is on the plug. It's starting to

pull.

BROCK:

Well you tell the hand I need another two days! Bobby, Bobby, Bobby...

we're close! I smell it. I smell ice. She had the diamond on... now we just

have to find out where it wound up. I just gotta work her a bit more. Okay?

Brock turns and sees Lizy standing behind him. She has overheard the past

part of his dialogue with Buell. He goes to her and hustles her away from

Buell, toward a quite spot on the deck.

BROCK:

Hey, Lizzy. I need to talk to you for a second.

LIZZY:

Don't you mean work me?

BROCK:

Look, I'm running out of time. I need your help.

LIZZY:

I'm not going to help you browbeat my hundred and

(MORE)

LIZZY (CONT'D)

one year old grandmother. I came down here to tell you to back off.

BROCK:

(with undisguised desperation)

Lizzy... you gotta understand something. I've bet it all to find the Heart

of the Ocean. I've got all my dough tied up in this thing. My wife even

divorced me over this hunt. I need what's locked inside your grandma's

memory.

(he holds out his hand)

You see this? Right here?

She looks at his hand, palm up. Empty. Cupped, as if around an imaginary

shape.

LIZZY:

What?

BROCK:

That's the shape my hand's gonna be when I hold that thing. You understand?

I'm not leaving here without it.

LIZZY:

Look, Brock, she's going to do this her way, in her own time. Don't forget,

she contacted you. She's out here for her own reasons, God knows what they

are.

LOVETT:

Maybe she wants to make peace with the past.

LIZZY:

What past? She has never once, not once, ever said a word about being on

the Titanic until two days ago.

LOVETT:

Then we're all meeting your grandmother for the first time.

LIZZY:

(looks at him hard)

You think she was really there?

LOVETT:

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm a believer. She was there.

CUT TO:

70 INT. IMAGING SHACK

Bodine starts the tape recorder. Rose is gazing at the screen seeing THE

LIVE FEED FROM THE WRECK--SNOOP DOG is moving along the starboard side of

the hull, heading aft. The rectangular windows of A deck (forward) march

past on the right.

ROSE:

The next day, Saturday, I remember thinking how the sunlight felt.

DISSOLVE TO:

71 EXT. B DECK TITANIC - DAY

MATCH DISSOLVE from the rusting hulk to the gleaming new Titanic in 1912,

passing the end of the enclosed promenade just as Rose walks into the

sunlight right in front of us. She is stunningly dressed and walking with

purpose.

OLD ROSE (V.O.)

As if I hadn't felt the sun in years.

IT IS SATURDAY APRIL 13, 1912. Rose unlatches the gate to go down into

third class. The steerage men on the deck stop what they're doing and stare

at her.

CUT TO:

72 INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM

The social center of steerage life. It is stark by comparison to the

opulence of first class, but is a loud, boisterous place. There are mothers

with babies, kids running between the benches yelling in several languages

and being scolded in several more. There are old women yelling, men playing

chess, girls doing needlepoint and reading dime novels. There is even an

upright piano and Tommy Ryan is noodling around it.

Three boys, shrieking and shouting, are scrambling around chasing a rat

under the benches, trying to whomp it with a shoe and causing general

havoc. Jack is playing with 5 year old CORA CARTMeLL, drawing funny faces

together in his sketchbook.

Fabrizio is struggling to get a conversation going with an attractive

Norwegian girl, HELGA DAHL, sitting with her family at a table across the

room.

FABRIZIO:

No Italian? Some little English?

HELGA:

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