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The amazing drama you're about to see

is a matter of human record.

You may believe it or not,

but the real people who lived this story,

they believe it; they know.

They took that... one step beyond.

Here in this warm, secure London house,

early April, 1912,

began the bizarre and untold chapter of a news story

that would soon stun the civilized world.

In this library was an unread book.

Coming events cast their shadows before them...?

Maybe.

Remember this book.

We'll come back to it later.

It might shock you.

Mother.

Mother?

Mother.

Mother!

Mother!

What is it?

What's wrong, dear?

There was water, dark water.

I was drowning.

I couldn't swim anymore.

I was drowning.

Oh, you just had one of those old-fashioned nightmares.

Oh, no... I don't blame you.

All this excitement about the wedding.

No wonder... Eric... Eric was there

and I couldn't find him in the dark.

Then the water closed in over me.

What does it mean?

Why, nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And in four days, you'll be married

and in Switzerland on your honeymoon...

The happiest bride that ever was.

And you can't drown in Switzerland.

Nobody ever does.

All they do is bang into trees on those foolish skis.

But drowning... no.

It was all so clear to me.

And I could... feel the water.

It was like ice.

Now, if you must dream,

I order you to dream only pleasant things...

Eric, your wedding dress

and how happy you're going to be.

Promise?

That's better.

Now, come on back to bed.

But I couldn't find him.

I couldn't find him...

Now that is enough, darling.

And I shouldn't worry Eric with this.

He's been trying so hard

to make everything wonderful for you.

There.

Now...

good night, dear.

And no more nightmares.

Good night.

Good morning, Emily.

Is the future Mrs. Farley about?

Grace?!

Eric.

I know it's early

but I wanted to see what my wife

would look like in the mornings.

Ugly.

Would you like some coffee, darling?

I'd love some.

You like surprises, don't you, darling?

I love them.

Come on. Surprise me.

It's about our honeymoon.

Our honeymoon?

We're not going to Switzerland.

We're not? Well, where are we going?

We're going to America... to New York City.

New York?

Eric.

Now, why don't you ask me how we're going to get there?

Swim?

Rowboat? Raft?

All right, darling, how?

That's how.

Stateroom 111b, Boat Deck...

Right next door

to Mr. And Mrs. John Jacob Astor, no less...

On the maiden voyage of His Royal Majesty's Ship Titanic,

Southampton to New York.

Six days at sea, next Tuesday.

At sea?

Oh, just a little sugar, darling.

I can't.

I... I can't believe it.

I can hardly believe it myself,

but the office has connections.

Oh.

Oh, you lucky children.

You sure you won't miss Switzerland?

Oh, Switzerland will keep,

but the Titanic, our honeymoon...

that's once in a lifetime.

The paper's full of nothing but the Titanic.

Listen to this, Grace:

"R.M.S. Titanic, the world's largest

"and most luxurious liner,

"is writing a new and glamorous chapter

"in man's conquest of the sea.

"by virtue of her five watertight compartments,

"she's being hailed in marine engineering circles

"as the unsinkable ship.

"Her first passenger list makes her a floating home

"for royalty, statesmen, international society

"and stars of the theater and the arts.

And..."

and Mr. And Mrs. Eric Farley

who are absolutely unknown.

And absolutely in love.

Grace?

Grace?!

Grace, what is it, darling?

What is it?

Darling... we mustn't...

we can't go on that ship.

It happened again.

I dreamed...

Now, now, darling, I do wish you wouldn't...

I saw the sea, the cold sea.

There were people struggling in the water...

Really.

Sinking... dying... Grace.

And then a huge ship slid down!

Down!

Now, now, it's just a bad dream.

Besides, that ship couldn't be the Titanic.

The Titanic can't sink.

Everyone knows that.

I saw a lifeboat tossing in the water.

There were letters on the side of it.

I saw, so clearly I saw, the word Titanic

on the side of the boat!

I did. I did.

I did!

I did! I did! I did! I did!

Just what I've always wanted.

Only my own dear Aunt Agatha would've guessed.

Have you ever kept birds, my darling?

No. Neither have I.

You ever thought of keeping birds?

Neither have I.

Then by all means, write dear Aunt Agatha

and tell her she's made us very, very happy.

I will.

I know all about last night and the night before that.

Mother told you?

I suppose you think I've gone off my head...

One of those silly, hysterical women.

I think you're a lot overtired and a little over-imaginative.

But this isn't my imagination.

Believe me, I saw it. I saw it.

Now, that is silly.

You don't believe what you see in your sleep.

I mean, unless you're a gypsy.

Grace... do you trust me?

You know I do.

Then don't spoil the happiest time

of our whole lives just because of a bad dream.

Everything's going to be all right, I promise.

I'll take care of you, always.

Oh, hold me tight.

Oh, darling.

You know, if I didn't know you so well,

I'd think that you'd fallen in love with another man...

That you didn't want to marry me.

I couldn't have anybody but you.

Very well, I believe you.

Only remember... if there ever is another man,

I was one of the best shots in the Cold Stream Guards.

Are you asleep?

Hmm-mm.

I think I will keep a bird after all.

I beg your pardon.

That would please your Aunt Agatha, wouldn't it?

Terribly.

Did you have any particular species in mind?

Oh, a lovebird, of course.

Oh, naturally, a lovebird.

Thank you, darling.

What for?

The six most perfect days of my life.

How lovely you are.

And very young.

There'll be even better days.

You've... forgiven me, haven't you

for those silly scenes I made?

I've forgotten the whole thing.

I'm glad.

Such awful... ridiculous dreams.

It wasn't a dream at all.

I was wide awake when I felt

there was something wrong with the ship. Quite wrong.

I know you'll laugh.

And I don't blame you.

I was in my cabin this afternoon...

I imagine it was around 4:00...

When I heard this terrible sound.

What kind of sound?

It was a terrible grinding sound

as though the ship had suddenly struck some immovable object.

The whole boat seemed to tremble with the impact.

Tell me, by any chance, did you hear anything or feel anything?

No, no, I heard nothing like that, I'm happy to say.

You know, it's probably your imagination.

Or, uh, more likely, indigestion.

Why don't you see the ship's doctor.

He's a good man I'm told.

Oh, I'm all right physically.

It's just that...

for the first time in my life, I'm... I'm afraid.

I'm afraid even for the next few hours.

I don't know what I'm afraid of.

It's as though something in my... my soul.

You know, if I weren't such a hard-headed realist

when I were at home, I think I'd call on my minister.

Four... Four, six.

Four... four... six.

Four... four, six.

Excuse me, Dr. Morgan,

but it's nearly time for the service.

Miss Parsons, I'd like the congregation

to sing Hymn number 446 tonight.

But, Dr. Morgan, the hymns for tonight

are already posted in the church

and the organist... Please.

Four... four-six.

I didn't know that was one of your favorite hymns.

It isn't.

I don't even know the words.

I simply know that we must sing it tonight.

"Hear, Father, while we pray to thee

for those in peril on the sea."

Better we should be praying for our farmers...

after a winter like this.

Evening.

♪ Hear, Father, while we pray to thee ♪

♪ For those in peril on the sea ♪

♪ Thy grace and bounty, we ask for them ♪

♪ See them safely home again ♪

♪ Hear, dear Father, while we pray to thee ♪

♪ For those in peril on the sea ♪

♪ Thy grace and bounty, we ask for them... ♪

It's funny.

At sea, one almost forgets it's Sunday.

♪ ...home again. ♪

What is it, darling?

Nothing.

Why, you're cold.

Come to bed.

Harry Teller, you're the only man

in New York City that's still up.

You've been here for four hours.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Oh, Harry, what's this?

I thought you were supposed to be drawing

pretty girls in the new spring styles.

You'll never make the deadline now.

I don't know how it happened.

I was... I don't know, helpless.

Something seemed to be guiding my hand.

I can't explain it.

You're tired.

You've been working too hard.

Now, come on.

No.

No, it's not that.

Harry, let's go to bed.

You know, this drawing... it's awful.

I don't know who would want it.

But you know something?

This is the best work you've ever done.

I've never seen you do anything like this before.

All of this detail in here and...

Harry, what is it?

Your hands are like ice.

The water in the drawing was cold.

Icy cold.

What the devil are you doing?

Grace?

Grace?

Grace?

Grace...

What happened?

What's the matter?

Everything's all right now.

Come back to bed.

I don't understand. I was sleeping.

Someone was screaming hurry, that we need warm clothes

and I must... What's wrong with me?

I must be losing my mind.

Oh... I'm losing my mind.

Snap out of it, Grace.

You're driving me out of mine, you know.

Look, I'm not John Jacob Astor

or a member of the nobility.

I've saved for two years for this trip,

wanting it to be a perfect honeymoon

and to have it spoiled by such childish nonsense...

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Eric.

I'm sorry.

All right, darling, you're forgiven.

Just don't make a habit

of pitching my best clothes on the floor.

Iceberg.

Iceberg dead ahead!

Iceberg dead ahead!

Iceberg dead ahead!

Engine seems to have stopped.

You all right?

Oh, Steward... Sir?

The engines seem to have stopped. What was it?

There was some report of an iceberg, sir.

The captain stopped the vessel, sir,

just to be on the safe side, you know.

What an incredible ship.

What service.

They run out of ice at the bar

so what happens? We hit an iceberg.

Good, fresh ice; that's what I like.

It's all over the deck.

Have a drink, chum.

Uh, no, thank you.

Never seen an iceberg, darling.

Shall we go and have a look?

That's a good idea.

We'll wrap up good and warm.

Captain's orders.

Go to your lifeboat station.

Please dress warmly.

There's no need to panic.

Just take it nice and easy.

It's just a precaution, darling.

Remember what the captain said tonight...

The ship that nothing in the world could sink?

What are you doing?

Trying to impress an iceberg with your jewels?

Just in case we might not be coming back.

Oh, come on.

Easy does it, now.

Women and children only.

The men will follow later.

There we go.

Right.

There's a little one.

There's a young fellow.

Take care of him, will you?

Yes, sir.

No!

Thank you, madam.

No. No! I won't go without you!

Hush, my darling, hush.

No!

Listen to me.

Have you forgotten your wedding vows so soon?

Love, honor, obey?

Now, you go with the other women

in boat four.

Oh, I... I'm sorry.

I love our marriage...

All six days, five hours and 20 minutes of it.

I even loved our first fight.

If you ever have another bad dream,

I'll listen to you... every word.

Come, come, madam.

It's all right, it's all right.

Good night, my love.

Lower away!

Eric Farley never came back to this house.

Over 1,500 people perished that dreadful night

aboard the Titanic.

Eric Farley was among them.

You've seen some of the unexplained, supernatural events

surrounding the life and death of a great ship.

Now, do you remember this book?

It's a novel published in 1898,

14 years before the ill-fated vessel was even dreamed of.

The title: Futility.

Its author: Morgan Robertson.

It's a story

about the largest liner ever built

carrying on its maiden voyage the rich and great of the world.

Then, on an April night, it struck an iceberg.

The vessel in this book was 70,000 tons.

The Titanic: 66,000 tons.

The length of the ship in these pages: 800 feet.

The Titanic: 882 feet.

Both made 25 knots, both carried about 3,000 passengers

both liners had lifeboats

for only a fraction of that number

and both were considered unsinkable.

Oh... and one more thing.

The author called his ship... the Titan.

In a moment, something else to think about.

This is the ticket that carried a passenger...

Arthur Douglas by name... From New York to Chicago,

on a fantastic excursion into terror.

Now, if you were one of the passengers

on the train that night,

we'll thank you to keep your secret until next week,

when a perfectly normal man takes that...

one step beyond.