Titanic Page #17

GRACIE:

Joining us, Dawson? You don't want to stay out here with the women, do you?

Actually he does, but...

JACK:

No thanks. I'm heading back.

CAL:

Probably best. It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing.

Wouldn't interest you. Good of you to come.

Cal and te other gentlemen exit.

ROSE:

Jack, must you go?

JACK:

Time for my coach to turn back into a pumpkin.

He leans over to take her hand.

INSERT:
We see him slip a tiny folded not into her palm.

Ruth, scowling, watches him walk away across the enormous room. Rose

surreptitiously opens the note below table level. It reads: "Make it count.

Meet me at the clock".

CUT TO:

84 INT. A-DECK FOYER-NIGHT

Rose crosses the A-Deck foyer, sighting Jack at the landing above. Overhead

is the crystal dome. Jack has his back to her, studying the ornate clock

with its carved figures of Honor and Glory. It softly strikes the hour.

MOVING WITH ROSE as she goes up the sweeping staircase toward him. He

turns, sees her... smiles.

JACK:

Want to go to a real party?

CUT TO:

85 INT. THIRD CLASS GENERAL ROOM

Crow led and alive with music, laughter and raucous carrying on. An ad hoc

band is gathered near the upright piano, honking out lively stomping music

on fiddle, accoridon and tambourine. People of all ages are dancing,

drinking beer and wine, smoking, laughing, even brawling.

Tommy hands Rose a pint of stout and she hoists it. Jack meanwhile dances

with 5 year old Cora Cartmell, or tries to, with her standing on his feet.

As the tune ends, Rose leans down to the little girl.

ROSE:

May I cut in, miss?

JACK:

You're still my best girl, Cora.

Cora scampers off. Rose and Jack face each other. She is trembling as he

takes her right hand in his left. His other hand slides to the small of her

back. It is an electrifying moment.

ROSE:

I don't know the steps.

JACK:

Just move with me. Don't think.

The music starts and they are off. A little awkward at first, she starts to

get into it. She grins at Jack as she starts to get the rhythm of the

steops.

ROSE:

Wait... stop!

She bends down, pulling off her high heeled shoes, and flings them to

Tommy. Then she grabs Jack and they plunge back into the fray, dancing

faster as the music speeds up.

CUT TO:

86 OMITTED

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 two doin'?

FABRIZIO:

I don't know hwat 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 girl 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

goin' to the whorehouse?

Tommy stands there, all piss and vinegar, chest puffed up. Then 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 she 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 ship's orchestra wafts gently. Rose

grabs a davit and leans back, staring at the cosmos.

ROSE:

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:

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