Titanic Page #19

CAL:

Reminds me of my Harvard days.

T.W. McCAULEY, the gym instructor, is a bouncy little man in white

flannels, eager to show off his modern equipment, like his present-day

counterpart on an "Abflex" infomercial. He hits a switch and a machine with

a saddle on it starts to undulate. Rose puts her hand on it, curious.

MCCAULEY:

The electric horse is very popular. We even have an electric camel.

(to Ruth)

Care to try your hand at the rowing, m'am?

RUTH:

Don't be absurd. I can't think of a skill I should likely need less.

ANDREWS:

The next stop on our tour will be bridge. This way, please.

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93 EXT. AFT WELL DECK, B-DECK AND A-DECK - DAY

Jack, walking with determination, is followed closely by Tommy and

Fabrizio. He quickly climbs the steps to B-Deck and steps over the gate

separating 3rd from 2nd class.

TOMMY:

She's a goddess amongst mortal men, there's no denyin'. But she's in

another world, Jackie, forget her. She's closed the door.

Jack moves furtively to the wall below the A-Deck promenade, aft.

JACK:

It was them, not her.

(glancing around the deck)

Ready... go.

Tommy shakes his head resignedly and puts his hands together, crouching

down. Jack steps into Tommy's hands and gets boosted up to the next deck,

where he scrambles nimbly over the railing, onto the First Class deck.

TOMMY:

He's not bein' logical, I tell ya.

FABRIZIO:

Amore is'a not logical.

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94 EXT. A-DECK / AFT - DAY

A man is playing with his son, who is spinning a top with a string. The

man's overcoat and hat are sitting on a deck chair nearby. Jack emerges

from behind one of the huge deck cranes and calmly picks up the coat and

bowler hat. He walks away, slipping into the coat, and slicks his hair back

with spit. Then puts the hat on at a jaunty angle. At a distance he could

pass for a gentlemen.

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95 INT. BRIDGE / CHARTROOM - DAY

HAROLD BRIDE, the 21 year old Junior Wireless Operator, hustles in and

skirts around Andrews' tour group to hand a Marconigram to Captain Smith.

BRIDE:

Another ice warning, sir. This one from the "Baltic".

SMITH:

Thankyou, Sparks.

Smith glances at the message then nonchalantly puts it in his pocket. He

nods reassuringly to Rose and the group.

SMITH:

Not to worry, it's quite normal for this time of year. In fact, we're

speeding up. I've just ordered the last boilers lit.

Andrews scowls slightly before motioning the group toward the door. They

exit just as SECOND OFFICER CHARLES HERBERT LIGHTOLLER comes out of the

chartroom, stopping next to First Officer Murdoch.

LIGHTOLLER:

Did we ever find those binoculars for the lookouts?

FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH

Haven't seen them since Southampton.

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96 EXT. BOAT DECK / STARBOARD SIDE - DAY

Andrews leads the group back from the bridge along the boat deck.

ROSE:

Mr. Andrews, I did the sum in my head, and with the number of lifeboats

times the capacity you mentioned... forgive me, but it seems that there are

not enough for everyone aboard.

ANDREWS:

About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in

these new type davits, which can take an extra row of boats here.

(he gestures along the eck)

But it was thought... by some... that the deck would look too cluttered. So

I was over-ruled.

CAL:

(slapping the side of a boat)

Waste of deck space as it is, on an unsinkable ship!

ANDREWS:

Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong and true.

She's all the lifeboat you need.

As they are passing Boat 7, a gentlemen turns from the rail and walks up

behind the group. It is Jack. He taps Rose on the arm and she turns,

gasping. He motions and she cuts away from the group toward a door which

Jack holds open. They duck into the--

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97 INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY

Jack closes the door behind her, and glances out through the ripple-glass

window to the starboard rail, where the gym instructor is chatting up the

woman who was riding the bike. Rose and Jack are alone in the room.

ROSE:

Jack, this is impossible. I can't see you.

He takes her by the shoulders.

JACK:

Rose, you're no picnic... you're a spoiled little brat even, but under that

you're a strong, pure heart, and you're the most amazingly astounding girl

I've ever known and--

ROSE:

Jack, I--

JACK:

No wait. Let me try to get this out. You're amazing... and I know I have

nothing to offer you, Rose. I know that. But I'm involved now. You jump, I

jump, remember? I can't turn away without knowin' that you're goin' to be

alright.

Rose feels the tears coming to her eyes. Jack is so open and real... not

like anyone she has ever known.

ROSE:

You're making this very hard. I'll be fine. Really.

JACK:

I don't think so. They've got you in a glass jar like some butterfly, and

you're goin' to die if you don't break out. Maybe not right away, 'cause

you're strong. But sooner or later the fire in you is goin' to go out.

ROSE:

It's not up to you to save me, Jack.

JACK:

You're right. Only you can do that.

ROSE:

I have to get back, they'll miss me. Please, Jack, for both our sakes,

leave me alone.

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98 INT. FIRST CLASS LOUNG - DAY

The most elegant room on the ship, done in Louis Quinze Versaille style.

Rose sits on a divan, with a group of other women arrayed around her. Ruth,

the Countess Rothes and Lady Duff-Gordon are taking tea. Rose is silent and

still as a porcelain figurine as the conversation washes around her.

RUTH:

Of course the invitations had to be sent back to the printers twice. And

the bridesmaids dresses! Let me tell you what an odyssey that has been...

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