Titanic Page #7

(to the Swedes)

Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and...

(to Fabrizio)

... we're going to--

FABRIZIO/JACK

L'AMERICA!!!

Olaf balls up one huge farmer's fist. We think he's going to clobber Jack,

but he swings round and punches Sven, who flops backward onto the floor and

sits there, looking depressed. Olaf forgets about Jack and Fabrizio, who

are dancing around, and goes into a rapid harangue of his stupid cousin.

Jack kisses the tickets, then jumps on Fabrizio's back and rides him around

the pub. It's like they won the lottery.

JACK:

Goin' home... to the land o' the free and the home of the real hot-dogs! On

the TITANIC!! We're ridin' in high style now! We're practically goddamned

royalty, ragazzo mio!!

FABRIZIO:

You see? Is my destinio!! Like I told you. I go to l'America!! To be a

millionaire!!

(MORE)

FABRIZIO (CONT'D)

(to pubkeeper)

Capito?? I go to America!!

PUBKEEPER:

No, mate. Titanic go to America. In five minutes.

JACK:

Sh*t!! Come on, Fabri!

(grabbing their stuff)

Come on!!

(to all, grinning)

It's been grand.

They run for the door.

PUBKEEPER:

'Course I'm sure if they knew it was you lot comin', they'd be pleased to

wait!

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37 OMITTED

38 EXT. TERMINAL - TITANIC

Jack and Fabrizio, carrying everything they own in the world in the kit

bags on their shoulders, sprint toward the pier. They tear through milling

crowds next to the terminal. Shouts go up behind them as they jostle

slow-moving gentlemen. They dodge piles of luggage, and weave through

groups of people. They burst out onto the pier and Jack comes to a dead

stop... staring at the cast wall of the ship's hull, towering seven stories

above the wharf and over an eighth of a mile long. The Titanic is

monstrous.

Fabrizio runs back and grabs Jack, and they sprint toward the third class

gangway aft, at E deck. They reach the bottom of the ramp just as SIXTH

OFFICER MOODY detaches it at the top. It starts to swing down from the

gangway doors.

JACK:

Wait!! We're passengers!

Flushed and panting, he waves the tickets.

MOODY:

Have you been through the inspection queue?

JACK:

(lying cheerfully)

Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans.

(glances at Fabrizio)

Both of us.

MOODY:

(testy)

Right, come aboard.

Moody has QUARTERMASTER ROWE reattach the gangway. Jack and Fabrizio come

aboard. Moody glances at the tickets, then passes Jack and Fabrizio through

to Rowe. Rowe looks at the names on the tickets to enter them in the

passenger list.

ROWE:

Gundersen. And...

(reading Fabrizio's)

Gundersen.

He hands the tickets back, eyeing Fabrizio's Mediterranean looks

suspiciously.

JACK:

(grabbing Fabrizio's arm)

Come on, Sven.

Jack and Fabrizio whoop with victory as they run down the white-painted

corridero... grinning from ear to ear.

JACK:

We are the luckiest sons of b*tches in the world!

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39 OMITTED

40 EXT. TITANIC AND DOCK - DAY

The mooring lines, as big around as a man's arm, are dropped into the

water. A cheer goes up on the pier as SEVEN TUGS pull the Titanic away from

the quay.

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41 EXT. AFT WELL DECK / POOP DECK - DAY

JACK AND FABRIZIO burst through a door onto the aft well deck. TRACKING

WITH THEM as they run across the deck and up the steel stairs to the poop

deck. They get to the rail and Jack starts to yell and wave to the crowd on

the dock.

FABRIZIO:

You know somebody?

JACK:

Of course not. That's not the point.

(to the crowd)

Goodbye! Goodbye!! I'll miss you!

Grinning, Fabrixio joins in, adding his voice to the swell of voices,

feeling the exhilaration of the moment.

FABRIZIO:

Goodbye! I will never forget you!!

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42 OMITTED

EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK - DAY

The crowd of cheering well-wishers waves heartily as a black wall of metal

moves past them. Impossibly tiny figues wave back from the ship's rails.

Titanic gathers speed.

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44 EXT. RIVER TEST - DAY

IN A LONG LENS SHOT the prow of Titanic FILLS FRAME behind the lead tug,

which is dwarfed. The bow wave spreads before the mighty plow of the

liner's hull as it moves down the River Test toward the English Channel.

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45 INT. THIRD CLASS BERTHING / G-DECK FORWARD - DAY

Jack and Fabrizio walk down a narrow corridor with doors lining both sides

like a college dorm. Total confusion as people argue over luggage in

several languages, or wander in confusion in the labyrinth. They pass

emigrants studying the signs over the doors, and looking up the words in

phrase books.

They find their berth. It is a modest cubicle, painted enamel white, with

four bunks. Exposed pipes overhead. The other two guys are already there.

OLAUS and BJORN GUNDERSEN.

Jack throws his kit on one open bunk, while Fabrizio takes the other.

BJORN:

(in Swedish/ subtitled)

Where is Sven?

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46 INT. SUITE B-52-56 - DAY

By contrast, the so-called "Millionaire Suite" is in the Empire style, and

comprises two bedrooms, a bath, WC, wardrobe room, and a large sitting

room. In addition there is a private 50 foot promenade deck outside.

A room service waiter pours champagne into a tulip glass of orange juice

and hands the Bucks Fizz to Rose. She is looking through her new paintings.

There is a Monet of water lilies, a Degas of dancers, and a few abstract

works. They are all unknown paintings... lost works.

Cal is out on the covered deck, which has potted trees and vines on

trellises, talking through the doorway to Rose in the sitting room.

CAL:

Those mud puddles were certainly a waste of money.

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