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JACK
(taking off
his left shoe)
Freezing.
Maybe a couple degrees over.
He starts unlacing his right shoe.
JACK
Ever
been to Wisconsin?
ROSE
(perplexed)
No.
JACK
Well
they have some of the coldest winters around, and I grew up there, near
Chippewa Falls. Once when I was a kid me and my father were ice-fishing out on
Lake Wissota... ice-fishing's where you chop a hole in the--
ROSE
I
know what ice fishing is!
JACK
Sorry.
Just... you look like kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I went through some thin
ice and I'm tellin' ya, water that cold... like that right down there... it
hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breath, you can't
think... least not about anything but the pain.
(takes off
his other shoe)
Which
is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I
don't see a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail and
get me off the hook here.
ROSE
You're
crazy.
JACK
That's
what everybody says. But with all due respect, I'm not the one hanging off the
back of a ship.
He slides one step closer, like moving up on a spooked horse.
JACK
Come
on. You don't want to do this. Give me your hand.
Rose stares at this madman for a long time. She looks at his eyes and they somehow suddenly seem to fill her universe.
ROSE
Alright.
She unfastens one hand from the rail and reaches it around toward him. He reaches out to take it, firmly.
JACK
I'm
Jack Dawson.
ROSE
(voice
quavering)
Pleased
to meet you, Mr. Dawson.
Rose starts to turn. Now that she has decided to live, the height is terrifying. She is overcome by vertigo as she shifts her footing, turning to face the ship. As she starts to climb, her dress gets in the way, and one foot slips off the edge of the deck.
She plunges,
letting out a piercing SHRIEK. Jack,
gripping her hand, is jerked toward the rail. Rose barely grabs a lower rail
with her free hand.
QUARTERMASTER ROWE, up on the docking bridge hears the scream and heads for the ladder.
HELP!
HELP!!
JACK
I've
got you. I won't let go.
Jack holds
her hand with all his strength, bracing himself on the railing with his other
hand. Rose tries to get some kind of foothold on the smooth hull. Jack tries to
lift her bodily over the railing. She can't get any footing in her dress and
evening shoes, and she slips back. Rose SCREAMS again.
Jack, awkwardly clutching Rose by whatever he can get a grip on as she flails, gets her over the railing. They fall together onto the deck in a tangled heap, spinning in such a way that Jack winds up slightly on top of her.
Rowe slides down the ladder from the docking bridge like it's a fire drill and sprints across the fantail.
ROWE
Here,
what's all this?!
Rowe runs up and pulls Jack off of Rose, revealing her dishevelled and sobbing on the deck. Her dress is torn, and the hem is pushing up above her knees, showing one ripped stocking. He looks at Jack, the shaggy steerage man with his jacket off, and the first class lady clearly in distress, and starts drawing conclusions. Two seamen chug across the deck to join them.
ROWE
(to Jack)
Here
you, stand back! Don't move an inch!
(to the
seamen)
Fetch
the Master at Arms.
CUT
TO:
EXT. POOP
DECK – NIGHT
A few minutes
later. Jack is being detained by the burly MASTER AT ARMS, the closest thing to a cop on board. He is
handcuffing Jack. Cal is right in front of Jack, and furious. He has obviously
just rushed out here with Lovejoy and another man, and none of them have coats
over their black tie evening dress. The other man is COLONEL ARCHIBALD
GRACIE, a mustachioed blowhard who still
has his brandy snifter. He offers it to Rose, who is hunched over crying on a
bench nearby, but she waves it away. Cal is more concerned with Jack. He grabs
him by the lapels.
CAL
What
made you think you could put your hands on my fiancee?! Look at me, you filth!
What did you think you were doing?!
ROSE
Cal,
stop! It was an accident.
CAL
An
accident?!
ROSE
It
was... stupid really. I was leaning over and I slipped.
Rose looks at Jack, getting eye contact.
ROSE
I
was leaning way over, to see the... ah... propellers. And I slipped and I would
have gone overboard... and Mr. Dawson here saved me and he almost went over
himself.
CAL
You
wanted to see the propellers?
GRACIE
(shaking his
head)
Women
and machinery do not mix.
MASTER
AT ARMS
(to Jack)
Was
that the way of it?
Rose is begging him with her eyes not to say what really happened.
JACK
Uh
huh. That was pretty much it.
He looks at Rose a moment longer. Now they have a secret together.
COLONEL
GRACIE
Well!
The boy's a hero then. Good for you son, well done!
(to Cal)
So
it's all's well and back to our brandy, eh?
Jack is uncuffed. Cal gets Rose to her feet and moving.
CAL
(rubbing her
arms)
Let's
get you in. You're freezing.
Cal is leaving without a second thought for Jack.
GRACIE
(low)
Ah...
perhaps a little something for the boy?
CAL
Oh,
right. Mr. Lovejoy. A twenty should do it.
ROSE
Is
that the going rate for saving the woman you love?
CAL
Rose
is displeased. Mmm... what to do?
Cal turns back to Jack. He appraises him condescendingly... a steerage ruffian, unwashed and ill-mannered.
CAL
I
know.
(to Jack)
Perhaps
you could join us for dinner tomorrow, to regale our group with your heroic
tale?
JACK
(looking
straight at Rose)
Sure.
Count me in.
CAL
Good.
Settled then.
Cal turns to go, putting a protective arm around Rose. he leans close to Gracie as they walk away.
CAL
This
should be amusing.
JACK
(as
Lovejoy passes)
Can
I bum a cigarette?
Lovejoy smoothly draws a silver cigarette case from his jacket and snaps it open. Jack takes a cigarette, then another, popping it behind his ear for later. Lovejoy lights Jack's cigarette.
LOVEJOY
You'll
want to tie those.
(Jack
looks at his shoes)
Interesting
that the young lady slipped so mighty all of a sudden and you still had time to
take of your jacket and shoes. Mmmm?
Lovejoy's expression is bland, but the eyes are cold. He turns away to join his group.
CUT
TO:
INT. ROSE'S
BEDROOM – NIGHT
As she undresses for bed Rose sees Cal standing in her doorway, reflected in the cracked mirror of her vanity. He comes toward her.
CAL
(unexpectedly
tender)
I
know you've een melancholy, and I don't pretent to know why.
From behind his back he hands her a large black velvet jewel case. She takes it, numbly.
CAL
I
intended to save this till the engagement gals next week. But I thought
tonight, perhaps a reminder of my feeling for you...
Rose slowly opens the box. Inside is the necklace... "HEART OF THE OCEAN" in all its glory. It is huge... a malevolent blue stone glittering with an infinity of scalpel-like inner reflections.
ROSE
My
God... Cal. Is it a –
CAL
Daimond.
Yes it is. 56 carats.
He takes the necklace and during the following places it around her throat. He turns her to the mirror, staring behind her.
CAL
It
was once worn by Louis the Sixteenth. They call it Le Coeur de la Mer, the –
ROSE
The
Heart of the Ocean. Cal, it's... it's overwhelming.
He gazes at the image of the two of them in the mirror.
CAL
It's
for royalty. And we are royalty.
His fingers caress her neck and throat. He seems himself to be disarmed by Rose's elegance and beauty. His emotion is, for the first time, unguarded.
CAL
There's
nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you if you would deny me.
Open your heart to me, Rose.
CAMERA
begins to TRACK IN ON ROSE. Closer
and closer, during the following:
OLD
ROSE (V.O.)
Of
course his gift was only to reflect light back onto himself, to illuminate the
greatness that was Caledon Hockley. It was a cold stone... a heart of ice.
Finally, when
Rose's eyes FILL FRAM, we MORPH
SLOWLY to her eyes as the are now...
transforming through 84 years of life...
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:
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 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.
