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TRACKING SLOWLY IN on Rose as Ruth goes on.
REVERSE, ROSE'S POV: A tabeau of MOTHER and DAUGHTER having tea. The four
year old girl, wearing white gloves, daintily picking up a cookie. The
mother correcting her on her posture, and the way she holds the teacup. The
little girl is trying so hard to please, her expression serious. A glimpse
of Rose at that age, and we see the relentless conditioning... the pain to
becoming an Edwardian geisha.
ON ROSE. She calmly and deliberately turns her teacup over, spilling tea
all over her dress.
ROSE:
Oh, look what I've done.
CUT TO:
99 EXT. TITANIC - DAY
TITANIC STEAMS TOWARD US, in the dusk light, as if lit by the embers of a
giant fire. As the ship looms, FILLING FRAME, we push in on the bow. Jack
is there, right at the apex of the bow railing, his favorite spot. He
closes his eyes, letting the chill wind clear his head.
Jack hears her voice, behind him...
ROSE:
Hello, Jack.
He turns and she is standing there.
ROSE:
I changed my mind.
He smiles at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her cheeks are red with the
chill wind, and her eyes sparkle. Her hair blows wildly about her face.
ROSE:
Fabrizio said you might be up--
JACK:
Sssshh. Come here.
He puts his hands on her waist. As if he is going to kiss her.
JACK:
Close your eyes.
She does, and he turns her to face forward, the way the ship is going. He
presses her gently to the rail, standing right behind her. Then he takes
her two hands and raises them until she is standing with her arms
outstetched on each side. Rose is going along with him. When he lowers his
hands, her arms stay up... like wings.
JACK:
Okay. Open them.
Rose gasps. There is nothing in her field of vision but water. It's like
there is no ship under them at all, just the two of them soaring. The
Atlantic unrolls toward her, a hammered copper shield under a dusk sky.
There is only the wind, and the hiss of the water 50 feel below.
ROSE:
I'm flying!
She leans forward, arching her back. He puts his hands on her waist to
steady her.
JACK:
(singing softly)
Come Josephine in my flying machine...
Rose cleses her eyes, feeling herself floating weightless far above the
sea. She smiles dreamily, then leans back, gently pressing her back against
his chest. He pushes forward slightly against her.
Slowly he raises his hands, arms outstretched, and they meet hers...
fingertips gently touching. Then their fingers intertwine. Moving slowly,
their fingers caress through and around each other like the bodies of two
lovers.
Jack tips his face forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent of her
wash over him, until his cheek is agianst her ear.
Rose turns her head until her lips are near his. She lowers her arms,
turning further, until she finds his mouth with hers. He wraps his arms
around her from behind, and they kiss like this with her head turned and
tilted back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable. They
kiss, slowly and tremulously, and then with building passion.
Jack and the ship seem to merge into one force of power and optimism,
lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soaring onward into
a night without fear.
100 IN THE CROW'S NEST, high above and behind them, lookout FREDERICK FLEET
nudges his mate, REGINALD LEE, pointing down at the figures in the bow.
FLEET:
Wish I had those bleedin' binoculars.
101 JACK AND ROSE, embracing at the bow rail, DISSOLVE SLOWLY AWAY, leaving
the ruined bow of the WRECK--
CUT TO:
102 INT. KELDYSH IMAGING SHACK
OLD ROSE blinks, seeming to come back to the present. She sees the wreck on
the screen, the sad ghost ship deep in the abyss.
ROSE:
That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight.
Brock Lovett changes the tape in the minicassette recorder.
BROCK:
So we're up to dusk on the night of the sinking. Six hours to go.
BODINE:
Don't you love it? There's Smith, he's standing there with the iceberg
warning in his f***ing hand...
(remembering Rose)
... excuse me... in his hand, and he's ordering more speed.
BROCK:
26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough
to sink the ship they're going to see in time to turn. But the ship's too
big, with too small a rudder... it can't corner worth sh*t. Everything he
knows is wrong.
ROSE is ignoring this conversation. She has the art-nouveau comb with the
jade butterfly on the handle in her hands, turning it slowly. She is
watching a monitor, which shows the ruins of Suite B-52/56. PUSH IN until
the image fills frame.
TRANSITION:
103 INT. ROSE'S SUITE
... 1912. Like in a dream the beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery
emerge from the rusted ruin. Jack is overwhelmed by the opulence of the
room. He sets his sketchbood and drawing materials on the marble table.
ROSE:
Will this light do? Don't artists need good light?
JACK:
(bad French accent)
Zat is true, I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions.
(seeing the paintings)
Hey... Monet!
He crouches next to the paintings stacked against the wall.
JACK:
Isn't he great... the use of color? I saw him once... through a hole in
this garden fence in Giverny.
She goes into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe closet. He sees her go to the
safe and start working the combination. He's fascinated.
ROSE:
Cal insist on luggin this thing everywhere.
JACK:
Should I be expecting him anytime soon?
ROSE:
Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out.
CLUNK! She unlocks the safe. Glancing up, she meets his eyes in the mirror
behind the safe. She opens it and removes the necklace, then holds it out
to Jack who takes it nervously.
JACK:
What is it? A sapphire?
ROSE:
A diamond. A very rare diamond, called the Heart of the Ocean.
Jack gazes at wealth beyond his comprehension.
ROSE:
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