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(fanfare playing)

(music ends)

(refrain from "My Heart Will Go On" playing)

(sonar pings)

(music continues)

(sonar pings)

MAN: Thirteen meters. You should see it.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(sonar pings)

Okay, take her up and over the bow rail.

MAN (over radio): Okay, Mir 2, we're going over the bow.

Stay with us.

(sonar pings)

(sonar pings)

(mechanical whirring)

MAN: Okay, quiet. We're rolling.

Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship

still gets me every time.

To see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here

where she landed at 2:30 in the morning of April 15, 1912,

after her long fall from the world above.

(snickers) You are so full of shit, boss.

(chuckles)

(mechanical whirring)

(sonar pinging)

(sonar pinging)

MAN: Dive six. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic,

two and a half miles down, 3,821 meters.

The pressure outside is three and a half tons per square inch.

These windows are nine inches thick, and if they go,

it's sayonara in two microseconds.

All right. Enough of that bullshit.

(mechanical whirring)

Just put her down on the roof of the officer's quarters like yesterday.

MAN: Sure.

MAN (on radio): Okay, Mir 2. We have landed right on the grand staircase.

You guys set to launch?

Yeah, Brock, launching Dunkin now.

Go, Charlie.

- All right, tether out. - Tether out.

MAN (over radio): Okay, Brock, we're dropping down along the hull.

Yeah. Roger that.

Okay. Drop down and go into the first class gangway door.

I want you guys working the "D" deck reception area and the dining saloon.

MAN (on radio): Copy that.

- Tether out. - Tether out.

Okay, now left. Now left.

I'm coming left.

MAN (over radio): Snoop Dog is on the move.

We're headed down the stairwell.

Okay, Lewis, drop down to "B" deck.

Okay. "A" deck.

LEWIS: Give me some rope, Captain.

"B" deck. Get in there, get in there.

BROCK: Watch the doorframe.

Watch the doorframe. Watch it, watch it.

I see it. I got it.

(banging)

(mechanical whirring)

(cracking)

We're good. Just chill, boss.

BROCK: Okay. Make your turn. Come around.

LEWIS: Cable out, Captain.

BROCK: Make your turn, watch the wall.

Yeah, Brock, uh, we're at the piano, you copy?

BROCK (over radio): Okay, copy that.

Okay, right there, right there. That's it!

That's it. That's the bedroom door.

I see it. I see it.

We're in!

We're in, baby, we're there!

BROCK: That's Hockley's bed.

That's where the son of a bitch slept.

LEWIS: Oops, somebody left the water running.

Hey, hold it. Hold it. just a second.

Go back to the right.

(mechanical whirring)

That wardrobe door, get closer.

You smelling something, boss?

I want to see what's under it.

LEWIS: Give me my hands, man.

(mechanical whirring)

All right.

Take it easy, it might come apart.

Okay.

Go, go, go. Flip it over, flip it over, go.

Keep going. Go, go, go.

Okay, drop it.

Oh, baby, baby, are you seeing this, boss?

It's payday, boys.

(man speaking indistinctly over loudspeaker)

(cheering)

Ka-ching!

We did it, Bobby.

LEWIS: We brought it back, baby! Oh, yeah, who's the best?

Who's the best, baby?

Say it, say it, say it.

You are, Lewis.

- Right here. - Bobby, my cigar.

(cheering)

BROCK: Okay, crack her open.

(man speaking indistinctly over loudspeaker)

Shit.

No diamond.

You know, boss, this same thing happened to Geraldo

and his career never recovered.

Turn the camera off.

BOBBY: Brock, the partners would like to know how it's going.

Hey, Dave. Barry, hi.

Look, it wasn't in the safe,

but hey, hey, don't worry about it.

There's still plenty of places it could be.

Hell, yes! The floor debris in the suite, the mother's room,

purser's safe on "C" deck.

Jimmy Hoffa's briefcase.

BROCK: A dozen other places.

Guys, look, you've just got to trust my instincts.

I know we're close.

We just got to go through a little process of elimination.

Hang on a second.

Let me see that.

BOBBY: Uh, we might have something here, guys.

Where's the photograph of the necklace?

We'll call you right back.

Holy...

I'll be goddamned.

TV REPORTER: Treasure hunter Brock Lovett

is best known for finding Spanish gold...

It's okay. I'll feed you in a minute.

TV REPORTER: Now he has chartered Russian subs

to reach the most famous shipwreck of all: the Titanic.

He is with us live via satellite

from the research ship Keldysh in the North Atlantic.

Hello, Brock.

BROCK: Hello, Tracy.

Of course, everyone knows the familiar stories of Titanic.

You know, the nobility, the band playing till the very end and all that,

but what I'm interested in are the untold stories,

the secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic.

We're out here using robot technology

to go further into the wreck than anybody's ever done before.

TV REPORTER: Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy

over salvage rights and even ethics.

Many are calling you a grave robber.

Well, nobody ever called the recovery of the artifacts

- of King Tut's tomb "grave robbing." - What is it?

Turn that up, dear.

I have museum-trained experts sent out here making sure

that these relics are preserved and cataloged properly.

Take a look at this drawing that we found just today.

A piece of paper that's been underwater for 84 years,

and my team were able to preserve it intact.

Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity?

We can see it and enjoy it...

I'll be goddamned.

(man speaking indistinctly over loudspeaker)

BOBBY: Brock!

There's a satellite call for you.

Bobby, we're launching.

You see these submersibles going in the water?

Trust me, buddy. You want to take this call.

This better be good.

You got to speak up. She's kind of old.

Great.

This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs...

Calvert, Rose Calvert.

Mrs. Calvert?

I was just wondering if you had found the Heart of the Ocean yet, Mr. Lovett.

Told you you wanted to take the call.

All right, you have my attention, Rose.

Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?

Oh, yes.

The woman in the picture is me.

(yelling) She's a goddamn liar!

Some nutcase seeking money or publicity.

God only knows why, like that Russian babe, Anesthesia.

They're inbound!

Rose DeWitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was 17, right?

That's right.

If she had lived, she'd be over 100 by now.

101 next month.

Okay, so she's a very old goddamn liar.

Look, I've already done the background on this woman

all the way back to the '20s

when she was working as an actress.

An actress!

There's your first clue, Sherlock!

Her name was Rose Dawson back then.

Then she marries this guy named Calvert.

They move to Cedar Rapids, and she punches out a couple of kids.

Now, Calvert's dead,

and from what I hear, Cedar Rapids is dead.

And everybody who knows about the diamond

is supposed to be dead or on this boat, but she knows.

Doesn't exactly travel light, does she?

Hurry up! Give them a hand!

Mrs. Calvert, I'm Brock Lovett.

Welcome to the Keldysh.

Okay, let's get her inside there.

Hi, Ms. Calvert.

- Hi. - Welcome to the Keldysh.

MAN: Hey!

(knocking on door)

ROSE: Yes.

Are your staterooms all right?

Oh, yes. Very nice.

Have you met my granddaughter Lizzie?

She takes care of me.

We met just a few minutes ago.

Remember, Nana, up on deck?

ROSE: There, that's nice.

Have to have my pictures when I travel.

Can I get you anything?

Is there anything you'd like?

Yes.

I would like to see my drawing.

BROCK: Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone

that was called the Blue Diamond of the Crown

which disappeared in 1792,

about the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up.

The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped, too,

recut into a heart-like shape that became known as "the Heart of the Ocean."

Today, it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond.

It was a dreadful, heavy thing.

I only wore it this once.

You actually think this is you, Nana?

It is me, dear.

Wasn't I a dish?

I tracked it down through insurance records.

An old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy.

Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose?

I should imagine someone named Hockley.

BROCK: Nathan Hockley, that's right.

Pittsburgh steel tycoon.

Claim was for a diamond necklace

his son Caledon bought his fiancée, you,

a week before he sailed on Titanic.

It was filed right after the sinking,

so the diamond had to have gone down with the ship.

You see the date?

"April 14, 1912."

Which means if your grandmother is who she says she is,

she was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank.

And that makes you my new best friend.

These are some of the things we recovered from your stateroom.

This was mine.

How extraordinary!

And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it.

The reflection has changed a bit.

(gasps quietly)

Are you ready to go back to Titanic?

LEWIS: Okay, here we go.

She hits the berg on the starboard side, right?

She kind of bumps along

punching holes like Morse code... (makes beeping noise)

...along the side, below the waterline.

Then the forward compartments start to flood.

Now, as the water level rises,

it spills over the watertight bulkheads

which unfortunately don't go any higher than "E" deck.

So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up,

slow at first then faster and faster

until finally, she's got her whole ass is sticking up in the air

and that's a big ass.

We're talking 20,000, 30,000 tons, okay?

And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure,

so what happens? (makes cracking sound)

She splits, right down to the keel,

and the stern falls back level.

Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical

and then finally detaches.

Now, the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork

for a couple of minutes,

floods, and finally goes under about 2:20 a.m.

Two hours and 40 minutes after the collision.

The bow section planes away,

landing about a half a mile away,

going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor.

(imitates crashing)

Pretty cool, huh?

Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine.

Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different.

Will you share it with us?

(sonar pings in distance)

(orchestral music playing)

(crying)

I'm taking her to rest.

No.

Come on, Nana.

No!

Tape recorder.

Tell us, Rose.

It's been 84 years.

It's okay. Just try to remember anything, anything at all.

Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett?

It's been 84 years...

and I can still smell the fresh paint.

The china had never been used.

The sheets had never been slept in.

Titanic was called "the Ship of Dreams,"

and it was, it really was.

(people talking indistinctly)

MAN: All third-class passengers with a forward berth

this way, please, this queue. Right here.

It's a big boat, huh?

- Daddy, it's a ship. - You're right.

(car horn honking)

I don't see what all the fuss is about.

It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.

You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic.

It's over 100 feet longer than Mauritania

and far more luxurious.

Your daughter is far too difficult to impress, Ruth.

(chuckles)

So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.

It is unsinkable.

God himself could not sink this ship.

Sir, you have to check your baggage through the main terminal.

It's round that way, sir.

I put my faith in you, good sir.

Now, kindly see my man.

Oh, yes, sir. My pleasure, sir. If I can do anything at all...

Oh, yes, right.

All the trunks from that car there,

12 from here, and the safe...

to the parlor suite, rooms B-52, 54, 56.

(whistle blowing)

Ladies...

we better hurry.

- My coat? - WOMAN: I have it, miss.

MAN: All third-class passengers queue here for health inspection.

All third-class passengers queue here for health inspection.

Chin up.

Welcome aboard, ma'am.

Welcome to Titanic.

ROSE (narrating): It was the Ship of Dreams to everyone else.

To me, it was a slave ship

taking me back to America in chains.

Outwardly, I was everything a well-brought-up girl should be.

Inside, I was screaming.

(steam whistle blows loudly)

(speaking Swedish)

Jack, you are pazzo.

You bet everything we have.

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.

(speaking Swedish)

Sven?

(speaking Swedish)

(clock ticking)

All right, moment of truth.

Somebody's life's about to change.

Fabrizio?

Niente.

Niente.

Olaf?

Nothing.

Sven?

Uh-oh.

Two pair.

I'm sorry, Fabrizio.

Che "sorry?" Ma vaffanculo! You bet all the money.

I'm sorry, you're not gonna see your mom again for a long time...

'cause we're going to America.

Full house, boys! Woo-hoo!

(cheering)

- Yeah! - (screaming)

Dio mio, grazie!

(cursing in Swedish)

- Come on. - (speaking Italian)

I'm going home!

(cursing in Swedish)

I'm going home.

I go to America.

MAN: No, mate.

Titanic go to America in five minutes.

Come on. Come on, here.

(Fabrizio speaking Italian)

We're riding in high style now.

We're a couple of regular swells.

We're practically goddamn royalty, ragazzo mio.

FABRIZIO: You see, it's my destino!

Like I told you, I go to America to be milionario.

DRIVER: Whoa, whoa!

Bastardo!

You're pazzo!

Maybe, but I've got the tickets.

Come on, I thought you were fast.

Aspetta!

Whoa! Wait, wait!

Hey, wait.

We're passengers.

Passengers.

Have you been through the inspection queue?

Of course!

Anyway, we don't have any lice.

We're Americans, both of us.

Right, come aboard.

We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?

(ship's horn blaring)

Goodbye!

You know somebody?

Of course not. That's not the point.

Goodbye! I'll miss you!

Goodbye!

I will never forget you.

(crowd cheering)

(engines rumbling)

(steamboat honking)

(people shouting goodbyes)

All the way, darling.

360, 360...

Excuse me, ma'am.

360...

Oh, right here.

Hey, how you doing?

Jack.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Jack Dawson. Nice to meet you.

How you doing?

Who says you get top bunk, huh?

(speaking Swedish)

This is your private promenade deck, sir.

Would you be requiring anything?

- Hmm... - Excuse me.

WOMAN: This one?

ROSE: No. It had a lot of faces on it.

This is the one.

Would you like all of them out, miss?

Yes. We need a little color in this room.

Uh, put it in there, in the wardrobe.

God, not those finger paintings again.

They certainly were a waste of money.

The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some.

They're fascinating.

Like being inside a dream or something.

There's truth, but no logic.

What's the artist's name?

Something Picasso.

(scoffs) "Something Picasso."

He won't amount to a thing.

He won't, trust me.

Let's put the Degas in the bedroom.

At least they were cheap.

Uh, put it in the wardrobe.

ROSE (narrating): At Cherbourg, a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown.

We all called her Molly.

History would call her "The Unsinkable Molly Brown."

Well, I wasn't about to wait all day for you, sonny.

Here, you think you can manage?

ROSE (narrating): Her husband had struck gold someplace out West,

and she was what Mother called "new money."

By the next afternoon, we were steaming west

from the coast of Ireland

with nothing out ahead of us but ocean.

Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch.

Let's stretch her legs.

Yes, sir.

All ahead full, Mr. Moody.

Very good, sir.

(bells ringing)

(bell dings)

All ahead full.

MAN (shouting): All ahead full!

Come on, lads. Get moving.

What's the reading?

(hissing)

FOREMAN: All right, let's stoke 'em right up!

We're going full ahead!

Come on. Put you backs into it!

(indistinct chatter)

Twenty-one knots, sir.

Hey, look, look, look! Look, look!

See it?

There's another one. See him?

Look at that one. Look at him jump!

Whoo-hoo!

(wind whistling)

Whoo!

I can see the Statue of Liberty already!

Very small, of course.

I'm the king of the world!

(whooping and yelling)

(whooping)

She's the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history.

And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here

designed her from the keel plates up.

Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's.

He envisioned a steamer

so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments

that its supremacy would never be challenged.

And here she is...

willed into solid reality.

MAN: Hear, hear.

You know I don't like that, Rose.

She knows.

We'll both have the lamb.

Rare, with very little mint sauce.

Hmm. You like lamb, right, sweet pea?

You gonna cut her meat for her, too, there, Cal?

Hey, uh, who thought of the name "Titanic"?

Was it you, Bruce?

Well, yes, actually.

I wanted to convey sheer size,

and size means stability,

luxury, and above all, strength.

Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay?

His ideas about the male preoccupation with size

might be of particular interest to you.

What's gotten into you?

Excuse me.

I do apologize.

She's a pistol, Cal.

Hope you can handle her.

Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on,

won't I, Mrs. Brown?

Freud, who is he?

Is he a passenger?

...it turns the propeller

and makes these waves, makes them spin.

It turns and turns...

FABRIZIO: The ship is nice, huh?

Yeah, it's an Irish ship.

Is English, no?

No, it was built in Ireland. 15,000 Irishmen built this ship.

Solid as a rock.

Big Irish hands.

That's typical.

First-class dogs come down here to take a shiite.

Uh, it lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things.

Like we could forget?

(Jack chuckles)

I'm Tommy Ryan.

- Jack Dawson. - Hello.

- Fabrizio. - Hi

Do you make any money with your drawings?

Oh, forget it, boyo.

You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her.

(laughs)

(talking indistinctly)

ROSE (narrating): I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it,

an endless parade of parties and cotillions,

yachts and polo matches,

always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter.

I felt like I was standing at a great precipice

with no one to pull me back,

no one who cared or even noticed.

(panting)

(woman grunts)

(Rose sobbing)

(Rose running and sobbing)

(panting)

(breathing heavily)

Don't do it.

Stay back.

Don't come any closer.

Come on.

Just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.

No! Stay where you are.

I mean it.

I'll let go.

No, you won't.

What do you mean, no, I won't?

Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do.

You don't know me.

Well, you would have done it already.

You're distracting me. Go away.

I can't. I'm involved now.

You let go, and I'm gonna have to jump in there after you.

Don't be absurd.

You'll be killed.

I'm a good swimmer.

The fall alone would kill you.

It would hurt.

I'm not saying it wouldn't.

To tell you the truth,

I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.

How cold?

Freezing.

Maybe a couple degrees over.

You ever, uh,

ever been to Wisconsin?

What?

Well, they have some of the coldest winters around.

I grew up there near Chippewa Falls.

I remember when I was a kid,

me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota.

Ice fishing is, you know, where you--

(angrily) I know what ice fishing is!

(scoffs)

Sorry.

You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl.

Anyway, I, uh...

I fell through some thin ice,

and I'm telling you,

water that cold, like right down there,

it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body.

You can't breathe, you can't think...

At least not about anything but the pain.

Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you.

Like I said...

I don't have a choice.

I guess I'm kind of hoping you'll come back over the rail

and get me off the hook here.

You're crazy.

That's what everybody says, but...

with all due respect, miss,

I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.

Come on.

Come on, give me your hand.

You don't want to do this.

Phew!

I'm Jack Dawson.

(breathing heavily)

Rose DeWitt Bukater.

I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down.

(chuckles)

Come on.

(screams)

(grunting)

I got you!

Come on.

Come on!

(screaming)

Help! Please!

Please help me!

Listen, listen to me.

I've got you. I won't let go.

Now pull yourself up. Come on!

(grunts)

Come on. That's right.

You can do it.

I've got you.

What's all this?

(breathing heavily)

You stand back! And don't move an inch!

Fetch the master-at-arms!

Care for a brandy?

CAL: This is completely unacceptable!

What made you think that you could put your hands on my fiancée?

Look at me, you filth!

Cal...

What do you think you were doing?

Cal, stop.

It was an accident.

An accident?

It was.

Stupid really.

I was leaning over, and I slipped.

I was leaning far over to see the, uh...

Uh, uh...

The, uh, uh...

- Propellers? - Propellers, and I slipped.

And I would have gone overboard, but Mr. Dawson here saved me.

and almost went over himself.

You wanted to see... She wanted to see the propellers.

Like I said, women and machinery do not mix.

Was that the way of it?

Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it.

Well, the boy's a hero, then.

Good for you, son. Well done.

So, it's all's well, and back to our brandy, eh?

Look at you. You must be freezing.

Let's get you inside.

Uh, perhaps a little something for the boy.

Of course.

Uh, Mr. Lovejoy, I think a 20 should do it.

(chuckles) Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?

Rose is displeased.

What to do?

I know.

Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening

to regale our group with your heroic tale.

Sure, count me in.

Good.

Settled then.

This should be interesting.

(whistles)

Can I, uh, bum a smoke?

You'll want to tie those.

It's interesting...

that the young lady slipped so suddenly

and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.

(music box playing)

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

I know you've been melancholy.

I don't pretend to know why.

I intended to save this

until the engagement gala next week.

But I thought tonight.

Good gracious.

(chuckles) Perhaps as a reminder of my feelings for you.

- Is it a-- - Diamond? Yes.

Fifty-six carats to be exact.

It was worn by Louis XVI,

and they called it "Le Coeur de la Mer."

BOTH: The Heart of the Ocean.

Yes.

It's overwhelming.

Well, it's for royalty.

We are royalty, Rose.

You know, there's nothing I couldn't give you.

There's nothing I'd deny you...

if you would not deny me.

Oh, open your heart to me, Rose.

JACK: Well, I've been on my own since I was 15,

since my folks died.

And I had no brothers or sisters

or close kin in that part of the country.

So I lit on out of there and I haven't been back since.

You could just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind.

Well, Rose,

we've walked about a mile around this boat deck

and chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up,

but I reckon that's not why you came to talk to me, is it?

- Mr. Dawson, I-- - Jack.

Jack...

I want to thank you for what you did.

Not just for... for pulling me back,

but for your discretion.

You're welcome.

Look, I know what you must be thinking.

Poor little rich girl.

What does she know about misery?

No.

No, that's not what I was thinking.

What I was thinking was what could have happened to this girl

to make her think she had no way out?

Well, I...

It was everything.

It was my whole world and all the people in it,

and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me, powerless to stop it.

God! Look at that thing.

You would've gone straight to the bottom.

Five hundred invitations have gone out.

All of Philadelphia society will be there,

and all the while I feel I'm...

standing in the middle of a crowded room

screaming at the top of my lungs,

and no one even looks up.

Do you love him?

Pardon me?

Do you love him?

You're being very rude.

You shouldn't be asking me this.

Well, it's a simple question.

Do you love the guy or not?

This is not a suitable conversation.

Why can't you just answer the question?

(laughs nervously)

This is absurd.

You don't know me and I don't know you,

and we are not having this conversation at all.

You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous,

and I am leaving now.

Jack... Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure.

I sought you out to thank you,

and now I have thanked you...

And you've insulted me.

Well, you deserved it.

- Right. - Right.

I thought you were leaving.

I am.

You are so annoying.

- (chuckles) - Wait.

I don't have to leave.

This is my part of the ship.

You leave.

(chuckles) Well, well, well.

Now who's being rude?

(scoffs)

What is this stupid thing you're carrying around?

So what are you, an artist or something?

Well, these are rather good.

They're, uh...

They're very good, actually.

Jack, this is exquisite work.

Uh, they didn't think too much of 'em in old Paree.

Paris?

You do get around for a poor...

Well, uh, uh, a person of limited means.

Go on, a poor guy, you can say it.

Well, well, well.

And these were drawn from life?

Well, that's one of the good things about Paris,

lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.

You liked this woman.

You used her several times.

Well, she had beautiful hands, you see?

I think you must have had a love affair with her.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just with her hands.

She was a one-legged prostitute.

See?

(aghast) Oh!

(both chuckle)

Ah, she had a good sense of humor, though.

Oh, and this lady,

she used to sit at this bar every night

wearing every piece of jewelry she owned,

just waiting for her long-lost love.

Called her Madame Bijou.

See how her clothes are all moth-eaten?

Well, you have a gift, Jack.

You do.

You see people.

I see you.

And?

You wouldn't have jumped.

But the purpose of university is to find a suitable husband.

Rose has already done that.

Look, here comes that vulgar Brown woman.

Quickly, get up before she sits with us.

Hello, girls.

I was hoping I'd catch you at tea.

We're awfully sorry, you missed it.

The countess and I were just off

to take the air on the boat deck.

What a lovely idea.

I need to catch up on my gossip.

Countess.

So you've not yet lit the last four boilers?

No, I don't see the need.

We are making excellent time.

The press knows the size of Titanic.

Now I want them to marvel at her speed.

We must give them something new to print.

This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines.

Mr. Ismay,

I would prefer not to push the engines

until they've been properly run in.

Of course I'm just a passenger.

I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best.

But what a glorious end to your final crossing

if we were to get into New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all.

Make the morning papers.

Retire with a bang, eh, E.J.?

Good man.

Well, after that, I worked on a squid boat in Monterey.

Then I went down to Los Angeles to the pier in Santa Monica

and started doing portraits there for ten cents apiece.

Why can't I be like you, Jack?

Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it.

Say we'll go there sometime to that pier,

even if we only ever just talk about it.

No, we'll do it.

We'll drink cheap beer.

We'll ride on the roller coaster till we throw up.

Then we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf.

Now, but you'll have to do it like a real cowboy.

None of that sidesaddle stuff.

You mean, one leg on each side?

Yeah.

Can you show me?

Sure, if you like.

Teach me to ride like a man.

And chew tobacco like a man.

And spit like a man.

What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?

No.

Well, come on, I'll show you. Let's do it.

I'll show you how. Come on.

- Jack, no! Jack, no! - Oh, come on.

- Wait, Jack. - Come on.

No, Jack. I couldn't possibly, Jack.

Watch closely.

Ugh, that's disgusting!

All right, your turn.

That was pitiful!

Come on, you really gotta hawk it back, you know?

Get some leverage to it.

Use your arms, arc your neck.

(hawks and spits)

See the range on that thing?

Mm-hmm.

- (Rose hawking) - JACK: Okay, go.

(hawks and spits)

Uh, that was better. You gotta work on it.

- Really? - Really try and hawk it up

and get some body to it, you know?

You gotta... (snorting)

(swallows)

Mother!

May I introduce Jack Dawson?

Charmed, I'm sure.

ROSE (narrating): The others were gracious and curious

about the man who had saved my life,

but my mother looked at him like an insect,

a dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.

Well, Jack, sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot.

(trumpet playing fanfare)

Why do they always insist on announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?

(laughs)

Shall we go dress, Mother?

See you at dinner, Jack.

Uh, son?

Son!

Do you have the slightest comprehension what you're doing?

Not really.

Well, you're about to go into the snake pit.

What are you planning to wear?

I figured.

Come on.

I was right.

You and my son are just about the same size.

Pretty close.

(whistles)

You shine up like a new penny.

(laughs)

Good evening, sir.

(orchestra playing "On the Beautiful Blue Danube")

Good evening.

MAN: Hello.

Do you know that there are several thousand tons of Hockley steel

in this very ship?

RUTH: Hmm, which part?

CAL: All the right ones, of course.

Then we'll know who to hold accountable if there's a problem.

- Where's my daughter? - Oh, she'll be along.

There is the Countess.

- Hello, my dear. - Good evening, Cal.

CAL: So good to see you.

I saw that in a nickelodeon once

and I always wanted to do it.

(snickers)

RUTH: I'll see you at dinner.

Darling?

Surely you remember Mr. Dawson.

Dawson?

(chuckles)

Well, it's amazing.

You could almost pass for a gentleman.

Almost.

Extraordinary.

RUTH: My dear, it's delightful to see you.

What a remarkable voyage this is. It's mad, isn't it?

RUTH: I love your perfume.

There's the Countess of Rothes.

And, um, that's John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship.

His little wifey there, Madeleine, is my age and in a delicate condition.

See how she's trying to hide it?

Quite the scandal.

Hmm.

And that's Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress Madame Aubert.

Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with the children, of course.

And over here we have Sir Cosmo and Lucille Lady Duff-Gordon.

She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents.

Very popular with the royals.

Congratulations, Hockley. She's splendid.

Why, thank you.

Care to escort a lady to dinner?

Certainly.

(chuckling)

Sweet pea? Sweet pea.

Ain't nothin' to it, is there, Jack?

Remember, they love money,

so just pretend like you own a gold mine, and you're in the club.

Hey, Astor!

Well, hello, Molly.

Nice to see you.

J.J., Madeleine,

I'd like you to meet Jack Dawson.

- How do you do? - Pleasure.

Hello, Jack.

Are you of the Boston Dawsons?

No. The Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.

Oh, yes.

ROSE (narrating): He must have been nervous, but he never faltered.

They assumed he was one of them,

heir to a railroad fortune, perhaps.

New money, obviously, but still a member of the club.

Mother, of course, could always be counted upon.

Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson.

I hear they're quite good on this ship.

The best I've seen, ma'am.

Hardly any rats.

(laughing)

Mr. Dawson is joining us from the third class.

He was of some assistance to my fiancée last night.

It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist.

He was kind enough to show me some of his work today.

Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art.

Not to impugn your work, sir.

(clears throat)

ISMAY: She may be mine on paper,

but in the eyes of God, she belongs to Thomas Andrews.

(whispering) Are these all for me?

Just start from the outside and work your way in.

He knows every rivet in her, don't you, Thomas?

ANDREWS: Indeed.

Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews, truly.

Thank you, Rose.

And how do you take your caviar, sir?

No caviar for me, thanks.

Never did like it much.

And where, exactly, do you live, Mr. Dawson?

Well, right now, my address is the R.M.S. Titanic.

After that, I'm on God's good humor.

And how is it you have means to travel?

I work my way from place to place,

you know, tramp steamers and such.

But I won my ticket on Titanic here at a lucky hand at poker.

A very lucky hand.

All life is a game of luck.

Hmm.

A real man makes his own luck, Archie.

Right, Dawson?

Hmm.

And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?

Well, yes, ma'am, I do.

I mean, got everything I need right here with me.

Got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper.

I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen,

or who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up.

Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge,

and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world

having champagne with you fine people.

(laughter)

I'll take some more of that.

I figure life's a gift, and I don't intend on wasting it.

You never know what hand you're going to get dealt next.

You learn to take life as it comes at you.

Here you go, Cal.

To make each day count.

Well said, Jack.

Hear, hear!

To making it count.

ALL: To making it count.

ARCHIE: Bravo.

(Molly laughing)

Mr. Brown had no idea I'd hidden the money in the stove.

So he comes home drunk as a pig, celebrating,

and he lights a fire.

(laughing)

(softly) Next, it'll be brandies in the smoking room.

Well, join me in a brandy, gentlemen?

- What a good idea! - Yes.

Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke

and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.

Ladies, thank you for the pleasure of your company.

Rose, may I escort you back to the cabin?

No, I'll stay here.

Here you go, Molly.

ARCHIE: Joining us, Dawson?

You don't want to stay out here with the women, do you?

No, thanks. I've got to be heading back.

Ah.

Probably best.

It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing.

Wouldn't interest you.

But, Dawson,

good of you to come.

Jack, must you go?

Time for me to go row with the other slaves.

Good night, Rose.

(clock chiming)

(sighs)

So you want to go to a real party?

(drums pounding, men whooping)

(lively music playing)

Is okay I put my hand here?

Okay.

(speaking Swedish)

What?

(repeats Swedish phrase)

I can't understand you.

(glass shatters)

Hey!

Bravo, bravo!

Thank you.

Pick it up. Come on, lads, let's go!

(music tempo increases)

I'm gonna dance with her now, all right?

Come on.

- What? - Come on.

- Come with me. - What? Jack... Jack, wait!

(music tempo increases)

I can't do this.

We're gonna have to get a little bit closer.

Like this.

You're still my best girl, Cora.

I don't know the steps.

Neither do I. Just go with it.

Don't think.

(laughing)

Don't think.

(Rose squealing with delight)

Wait, Jack, Jack! Wait! Stop, Jack!

(vocalizing)

(dancers whooping)

Wait!

Hey!

Woo-hoo!

JACK: Yeah!

Jack, no!

(yelling)

(squeals)

(giggling)

(Jack yelling)

...on the jurisdiction of the Sherman Act,

so my lawyers will argue.

That's what Rockefeller said,

but the Supreme Court is not swallowing it.

(men shouting and cheering)

(lively music playing)

What?

You think a first-class girl can't drink?

(chuckles)

(screams)

Get out of here.

You all right?

(laughing)

(grunts)

- ROSE: I'm fine. - (growls)

Two out of three, two out of three.

So...

you think you're big, tough men?

Let's see you do this.

Hold this for me, Jack.

Hold it up.

Ow!

(laughing)

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

You all right?

I haven't done that in years.

"Drowsy Maggie," lads. Give her a holly! Let's go!

Ho!

Coffee, sir?

I had hoped you would come to me last night.

I was tired.

Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting.

I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me.

How typical.

You will never behave like that again, Rose.

Do you understand?

I'm not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command.

I'm your fiancée.

My fiancée?

(shouts) My fiancée!

Yes, you are, and my wife!

My wife in practice if not yet by law, so you will honor me.

You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband

because I will not be made out a fool, Rose.

Is this in any way unclear?

No.

Good.

Excuse me.

(sobbing)

Miss Rose!

- We had a little... accident. - That's all right, Miss Rose.

- I'm sorry, Trudy. - It's all right.

Let me help you.

It's all right, miss.

(sobbing)

It's all right, miss.

Tea, Trudy.

Yes, ma'am.

You're not to see that boy again. Do you understand me?

Rose, I forbid it.

Oh, stop it, Mother.

You'll give yourself a nosebleed.

This is not a game.

Our situation is precarious.

You know the money's gone.

Of course I know it's gone.

You remind me every day.

Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts

hidden by a good name.

That name is the only card we have to play.

I don't understand you.

It is a fine match with Hockley.

It will ensure our survival.

How can you put this on my shoulders?

Why are you being so selfish?

I'm being selfish?

Do you want to see me working as a seamstress?

Is that what you want?

To see our fine things sold at auction?

Our memories scattered to the winds?

(sighs)

It's so unfair.

Of course it's unfair.

We're women.

Our choices are never easy.

Hmm?

(people singing "Eternal Father, Strong to Save")

♪ Protect them by thy guardian hand ♪

♪ From every peril on the land ♪

♪ O spirit, whom the Father sent ♪

♪ To spread across the firmament ♪

♪ O wind of heaven, by thy might ♪

♪ Save all who dare the eagle's flight ♪

♪ And keep them by thy watchful... ♪

Hello, Mr. Andrews.

Hello, Jack.

Sir...

I just need to talk to somebody for a second.

- Sir, you're not supposed to be in here. - Just need to speak to someone.

♪ ...fire and foe ♪

♪ Protect them... ♪

I was just here last night. You don't remember me?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

- Now, you're gonna have to turn around. - He'll tell you.

I just... I just need...

Mr. Hockley and Mrs. Dewitt Bukater

continue to be appreciative of your assistance.

They asked me to, uh, give you this in gratitude.

I don't want your money. Please, I just...

And also to remind you that you hold a third-class ticket,

and that your presence here is no longer appropriate.

Please, I just want to speak to Rose for...

Gentlemen, will you please see

that Mr. Dawson gets back to where he belongs

and that he stays there?

Yes, sir.

Come along, you.

♪ Oh, hear us when we cry to thee ♪

♪ For those in peril on the sea ♪

RUTH: And why do you have two steering wheels?

We really only use this near shore.

Excuse me, sir. Another ice warning.

This one's from the Noordam.

Thank you, Sparks.

Oh, not to worry.

Quite normal for this time of year.

In fact, we're speeding up.

I've just ordered the last boilers lit.

MAN: Okay, son, wind it up tight like I showed you.

That's right.

Okay, now, let it go.

- Was good, wasn't it? - Quite nice.

That's excellent, son.

ROSE: Mr. Andrews, forgive me.

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.

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 inside this one,

but it was thought by some

that the deck would look too cluttered.

So, I was overruled.

Waste of deck space as it is on an unsinkable ship.

Sleep soundly, young Rose.

I have built you a good ship, strong and true.

She's all the lifeboat you need.

Just keep heading aft.

The next stop will be the engine room.

Come on.

Jack, this is impossible.

I can't see you.

I need to talk to you.

No, Jack, no.

Jack, I'm engaged.

I'm marrying Cal.

I love Cal.

Rose, you're no picnic.

All right? You're a spoiled little brat, even,

but under that you're the most amazingly astounding

wonderful girl... woman,

- that I've ever known and... - Jack, I...

No, let me try and get this out.

You're, you're a...

I'm not an idiot.

I know how the world works.

I've got ten bucks in my pocket.

I have nothing to offer you, and I know that.

I understand,

but I'm too involved now.

You jump, I jump, remember?

I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right.

That's all that I want.

Well, I'm fine.

I'll be fine, really.

Really?

I don't think so.

They've got you trapped, Rose,

and you're gonna die if you don't break free, maybe not right away

because you're strong, but...

sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose,

that fire is gonna burn out.

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

You're right.

Only you can do that.

I'm going back.

Leave me alone.

(door closes)

COUNTESS: Tell Lucille about the disaster you had

with the stationer's.

Well, of course, the invitations had to be sent back twice.

Oh, my dear!

And the dreadful bridesmaids' gowns,

let me tell you what an odyssey that has been.

Rose decided she wanted lavender.

She knows I detest the color,

so she did it only to spite me.

LUCILLE: If only you'd come to me sooner.

Ruth saw some of my designs in La Mode Illustree.

They were for the trousseau

of the Duchess of Marlborough's youngest daughter.

They were quite charming,

but I think you'll agree, my dear,

that together we've created something of a phoenix from the ashes.

(women laughing)

Hello, Jack.

I changed my mind.

- They said you might be up here... - Shh...

Give me your hand.

(refrain from "My Heart Will Go On" playing)

Now close your eyes.

Go on.

Step up.

Now hold on to the railing.

Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.

I'm not.

Step up onto the rail.

Hold on.

Keep your eyes closed.

(giggles)

Do you trust me?

I trust you.

All right.

Open your eyes.

(gasps)

I'm flying!

Jack!

(softly) ♪ Come, Josephine My flying machine ♪

♪ Going up, she goes, up, she goes... ♪

(indistinct radio chatter)

That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight.

So we're up to dusk the night of the sinking.

Six hours to go.

Incredible.

There's Smith and he's standing there,

and he's got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand,

excuse me, his hand

and he's ordering more speed.

Twenty-six years of experience working against him.

He figures anything big enough to sink the ship,

they're gonna see in time to turn,

but the ship's too big with too small a rudder.

Doesn't corner worth a damn.

Everything he knows is wrong.

(laughing) It's quite proper, I assure you.

This is the sitting room.

Will this light do?

What?

Don't artists need good light?

(in French accent) That is true, but I'm not used to working

in such horrible conditions.

Monet!

ROSE: Do you know his work?

Of course.

Look at his use of color here.

Isn't he great?

ROSE: I know, it's extraordinary.

Cal insists on carting this hideous thing everywhere.

Should we be expecting him anytime soon?

Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out.

That's nice.

What is it, a sapphire?

A diamond, a very rare diamond.

Phew.

Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls...

wearing this.

All right.

Wearing only this.

The last thing I need

is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.

As a paying customer,

I expect to get what I want.

Over, um, the bed... The couch.

Go, lie down.

- Yeah... - Tell me when it looks right.

Put your arm back the way it was.

Right.

Put that other arm up, that hand, right by your face there.

Right.

Now, head down...

Eyes to me, keep 'em on me.

And try to stay still.

(clears throat)

(exhales)

So serious.

I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste.

I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.

He does landscapes.

Just relax your face.

Sorry.

No laughing.

(breathes deeply)

("My Heart Will Go On" playing on piano)

My heart was pounding the whole time.

It was the most erotic moment of my life.

Up until then, at least.

So what happened next?

You mean, did we do it?

Sorry, to disappoint you, Mr. Bodine.

Jack was very professional.

(blows)

Thank you.

(Rose laughing)

What you doing?

Will you put this back in the safe for me?

Mm-hmm.

Phew.

Gentlemen, would you excuse me?

None of the stewards have seen her.

This is absurd.

It's a ship. There's only so many places she could be.

Lovejoy, find her.

Clear.

Yes.

I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm.

Like a mill pond.

Not a breath of wind.

It will make the bergs harder to see

with no breaking water at the base.

Hmm.

Well, I'm off.

Maintain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller.

Yes, sir.

It's getting cold.

You look nice.

(knocking on door)

LOVEJOY: Miss Rose?

My drawings!

(door closes)

Come on!

No, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

Go, go! Down, down!

ROSE: Quickly, quickly!

(laughs)

Bye!

Sorry!

(laughing)

It's all right, sir. I've got it.

(laughing)

Pretty tough for a valet, this fella.

Seems more like a cop.

I think he was.

- JACK: Oh, shit! - ROSE: Go!

Come on.

No, over here!

Quick!

(boiler blasting)

(shouting) Now what?

(shouts) What?

Hold up!

What're you two doing down here?

You shouldn't be down here! It could be dangerous! Oi!

JACK: Carry on!

Don't mind us, you're doing a great job!

Keep up the good work!

Ah, look what we have here, huh?

(Rose clears throat)

(clears throat)

Thank you.

(honks horn)

Where to, miss?

To the stars.

You nervous?

No.

Put your hands on me, Jack.

CREWMAN: God, it's bloody cold.

You know, I can smell ice, you know,

when it's near.

Bollocks.

But I can, all right!

Did you ever find those binoculars for the lookouts?

Haven't seen them since Southampton.

Well, I'll be on my rounds.

Cheerio.

(breathing heavily)

You're trembling.

Don't worry, I'll be all right.

(breathing heavily)

They ran down there.

Right.

LOVEJOY: Anything missing?

(exclaims)

I've got a better idea.

Gotcha!

(Rose laughing)

(both laughing)

Did you see those guys' faces?

Did you see the...

When the ship docks,

I'm getting off with you.

This is crazy.

I know.

It doesn't make any sense.

That's why I trust it.

(quietly) Oh, yes.

Here, look at this.

Oh, look at that, would you?

They're a bit warmer than we are.

Well, if that's what it takes for us to get warmer, I'd rather not,

if it's all the same to you, all right?

Bugger me!

(alarm bell clanging)

(telephone ringing)

Pick up, you bastards!

(ringing continues)

LOOKOUT: Is there anyone there?

Yes, what do you see?

Iceberg! Right ahead!

Thank you.

Iceberg! Right ahead!

Hard to starboard!

CREWMAN: Hard to starboard!

(ringing)

CREWMAN: Turn, turn! Steady!

(ringing)

(bell clangs)

Full astern!

Hard over.

Helm's hard over, sir.

(ringing)

Go, lads! Go!

(men yelling out orders)

Shut all the dampers!

Shut them!

(dampers slamming)

Hold it.

Hold it!

Now, engage the reversing engine!

(engine stops)

(engine restarting)

Why aren't they turning?

Is it hard over?

It is, yes, sir! Hard over!

(softly) Come on, come on, come on.

Turn.

Yes...

It's gonna hit!

Jesus Christ.

(glass tinkling)

(softly) Jesus.

Hard to port!

CREWMAN: Hard to port!

(men screaming)

Get back!

(screaming)

(hissing)

(screams)

(metal doors closing)

Come on, let's go!

Get out the door! They're closing the doors!

Get out! Get out!

Get out the door!

Go on! Come on, lads!

Go, lads, go!

Get out!

(screams)

(softly) Oh, my God.

That was a close shave, wasn't it?

Smell ice, can you?

Bleeding Christ.

Note the time and enter it in the log.

What was that, Mr. Murdoch?

An iceberg, sir.

I put her hard to starboard

and ran the engines full astern, but it was too close.

I tried to port round it but she hit and the--

Close the watertight doors.

MURDOCH: The doors are closed, sir.

- All stop. - Aye, sir.

(ringing)

Find the carpenter. Get him to sound the ship.

Yes, sir!

(cursing in Italian)

Come on, let's get the hell out of here!

Come on, hurry up.

Excuse me. Why have the engines stopped?

I felt a shudder.

I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likely thrown a propeller blade.

That's the shudder you felt.

May I bring you anything?

No, thank you.

MAN: So, haven't spotted an iceberg. Did you see anything?

I don't see anything now, do you?

If this is the direction the rats are going,

that's good enough for me.

CREWMAN: Please, sir, please.

Everything's under control.

You there.

Sir, there is no emergency.

Yes, there is. I have been robbed.

Get the master-at-arms.

(yells) Now, you moron!

Yes, sir.

(men laughing)

Hey, you're gonna miss the fun.

Did you see what happened?

No, I missed it.

Apparently, it hit over there.

CREWMAN: Boiler room six is flooded eight feet above the plate,

and the mail hold is worse.

She's all buckled in in the forward hull.

- Can you shore up? - Not unless the pumps get ahead.

Have you seen the damage in the mail hold?

No, she's already underwater.

This is bad.

We should tell Mother and Cal.

I think they're very good, sir.

Don't touch anything.

I want the entire room photographed.

ROSE: Just keep holding my hand.

We've been looking for you, miss.

ROSE (sighs): Well, here we go.

Something serious has happened.

Yes, it has.

Indeed. Two things dear to me have disappeared this evening.

Now that one is back,

I have a pretty good idea where to find the other.

Search him.

Take your coat off, son.

- Now what? - Come on then.

Cal, what are you doing?

We're in the middle of an emergency.

What's going on?

Is this it?

That's it.

This is horseshit!

Don't you believe it, Rose.

Don't!

- He couldn't have. - Of course he could.

It's easy enough for a professional.

But I was with him the whole time.

This is absurd.

Perhaps he did it while you were putting your clothes back on, dear.

Real slick, Cal. Rose, they put it in my pocket.

Shut up.

It isn't even your pocket, is it, son?

Property of A.L. Ryerson.

That was reported stolen today.

I just borrowed it.

I was gonna return it.

Oh, an honest thief. We have an honest thief here, do we?

You know I didn't do this, Rose. You know it!

Don't you believe them, Rose.

You know it. You know I didn't do it.

Come on, son, let's go.

You know I didn't do it, Rose. Rose!

Come on. There's a good lad.

Come on, son. There's a good lad.

Come on!

You know I didn't do it!

You know me!

ISMAY: Most unfortunate, Captain.

Water, 14 feet above the keel in ten minutes,

in the forepeak,

in all three holds and in boiler room six.

That's right, sir.

When can we get under way, damn it?

That's five compartments.

She can stay afloat

with the first four compartments breached, but not five.

Not five.

As she goes down by the head,

the water will spill over the tops of the bulkheads

at "E" deck from one to the next.

Back and back.

There's no stopping it.

The pumps.

- If we opened the doors... - The pumps buy you time, but minutes only.

From this moment no matter what we do,

Titanic will founder.

But this ship can't sink.

She's made of iron, sir.

I assure you, she can...

and she will.

It is a mathematical certainty.

How much time?

An hour.

Two at most.

And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

2,200 souls on board, sir.

Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Oh, it is a little slut, isn't it?

Will you look at me when I'm talking to you.

(knocking on door)

Mr. Hockley?

Not now! We are busy.

Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your lifebelts

- and come up to the-- - I said not now.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Mr. Hockley,

but it's Captain's orders.

Now, please, dress warmly.

It's quite cold out tonight.

Now, may I suggest topcoats and hats.

This is ridiculous.

Not to worry, miss.

I am sure it's just a precaution.

Everybody up!

Lifebelts on!

(men screaming orders)

What? What's he yelling about?

Everybody up! Put your lifebelts on!

What's the ruckus?

Just put your lifebelts on!

CREWMAN: C.Q.D.?

Sir?

That's right. C.Q.D. The distress call.

That's our position.

(sighs)

Tell whoever responds that we're going down by the head,

and need immediate assistance.

Blimey.

Keep lowering!

Keep lowering!

Make it fast!

Roll back that cover!

Mr. Wilde!

Mr. Wilde, where are the passengers?

They've all gone back inside.

It's too damn cold and noisy for them.

You there!

(blows whistle)

Get down here and help with these lines.

(orchestra playing "Alexander's Ragtime Band")

(people talking indistinctly)

Care for a drink, sir?

- CREWMAN: Please put your lifebelts on. - Hey, sonny, what's doing?

You got us all trussed up here,

and now we're cooling our heels.

Sorry, ma'am. Let me go and find out.

I don't think anybody knows what the hell's going on around here.

It's the goddamned English doing everything by the book.

There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley.

Go back and turn the heaters on in our rooms.

I'd like a cup of tea when I return.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Andrews.

I saw the iceberg,

and I see it in your eyes.

Please tell me the truth.

The ship will sink.

You're certain?

Yes, in an hour or so.

All this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.

What?

Please, tell only who you must.

I don't want to be responsible for a panic,

and get to a boat quickly, don't wait.

You remember what I told you about the boats?

Yes.

I understand.

Over here, son.

Sir, they need you up in the second-class purser's office.

There's a big mob up there.

Go on. I'll keep an eye on him.

Aye, right.

Sir!

Carpathia says they're making 17 knots.

Full steam for them, sir.

She's the only one who's responding?

The only one close, sir.

She says they can be here in four hours.

Four hours?

Thank you, Bride.

My God.

(crewmen yelling out orders)

Sir!

We are swung out and ready, sir.

Hadn't we better get the women and children into the boats, sir?

Yes, we...

Sir?

Women and children first.

Yes...

Yes, sir.

LIGHTOLLER (shouting): Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention, please!

Step this way, please.

That's right.

Come towards me.

Thank you.

Good.

For the time being, I shall require only women and children.

MAN: Right here.

All right, boys, like the Captain said,

nice and cheery so there's no panic.

"Wedding Dance."

(orchestra begins playing)

Lifebelts on!

Here, put your lifebelts on.

Put your lifebelts on.

Here, put your lifebelt on.

Here, come on, here.

(men talking indistinctly)

STEWARD: It isn't time to go up to the boats yet.

Please stay calm.

Look, please, make sure everybody you've got your lifebelts on

and, gentlemen, allow the women and children through to the front.

What are we doing, Mommy?

We're just waiting, dear.

When they're finished putting the first-class people in the boats,

they'll be starting with us and we'll want to be all ready, won't we?

(men arguing)

Go and get some help.

Lower away! Left and right together!

Steady!

Both sides together!

Steady!

Stop! Stop!

(screaming)

Hold the left side!

Right side only! Right side only!

Right side only!

Hold the left side!

Right side down!

Lower away together!

Steady, lads!

(flare explodes)

(passengers gasping)

(crewman shouting orders indistinctly)

You know, I do believe this ship may sink.

I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation.

Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley.

Come on, sister, you heard the man, into the boat.

Any room for a gentleman, gentlemen?

LIGHTOLLER: Only women at this time, sir.

Will the lifeboats be seated according to class?

I hope they're not too crowded.

Oh, Mother...

Shut up!

Don't you understand?

The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats.

Not enough by half.

Half the people on this ship are going to die.

Not the better half.

Come on, Ruth, get in the boat.

First-class seats are right up here.

You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing.

It'll be worth a lot more by morning.

You unimaginable bastard.

MOLLY: Come on, Rose, darling. There's plenty of room for you.

Come on, Rose.

You're next, darling.

Come in to the boat, Rose.

CAL: Come.

Rose. Get into the boat.

Rose.

Goodbye, Mother.

Rose!

- RUTH: Rose, come back here! - Where are you going?

To him?

To be a whore to a gutter rat?

I'd rather be his whore than your wife.

(struggling)

No! I said no!

(hawking)

RUTH (shouting): Rose! Please stop!

LIGHTOLLER: And lower away!

- Rose! - And together!

No, wait!

Lower away!

- Rose! - Lower together!

Help!

Can anybody hear me?

(banging pipe)

Hello, help me!

Help me!

(banging on pipe)

Can anybody hear me?

Somebody help me, please!

ROSE: Mr. Andrews?

- Steward, check the starboard corridor. - Yes, Mr. Andrews.

Madam, please, put on a lifebelt. Get to the boat deck immediately.

Lucy, for God's sake, put on your lifebelt.

- Set a good example. - Yes, sir.

Anyone in here?

Mr. Andrews? Mr. Andrews, thank God.

Where would the master-at-arms take someone under arrest?

What? You have to get to a boat right away.

No! I'm doing this with or without your help, sir,

but without will take longer.

Take the elevator to the very bottom.

Go to the left, down the crewmen's passage.

Then go right and left again at the stairs.

You'll come to a long corridor.

(sighs) This could be bad.

(water gurgling)

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

(struggling)

Excuse me, thank you.

- CREWMAN: The lifts are closed. - WOMAN: I do not care...

The lifts are... I'm sorry, miss, but the lifts are closed.

I'm through being polite, goddamn it!

Now take me down!

"E" deck.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

(screams in frustration)

(Rose screams)

I'm going back up!

No!

No, no!

Come back!

I'm going back up.

I'm going back up!

Crew passage...

Crew passage.

(breathing heavily)

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Rose!

Jack?

Rose, I'm in here!

- I'm in here. - Jack!

I'm in here.

- Jack! - Rose!

Jack! Jack!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

Listen, Rose, you're gonna have to find a spare key, all right?

Look in that cabinet right there.

It's a little silver one, Rose.

Silver...

These are all brass ones!

Check right here, Rose.

Rose.

How did you find out I didn't do it?

I didn't.

I just realized I already knew.

- Keep looking. - Oh.

No key. There's no key!

All right, Rose, listen.

You're gonna have to go find some help.

It'll be all right.

I'll be right back.

(grunting)

I'll just wait here.

Hello, is there anyone here?

Hello?

Is there anybody down here?

We need help! Hello!

Damn it.

Can anybody hear me?

Please, hello!

Hello!

Oh, thank God.

Wait, please, I need your help.

There's a man back here and...

Wait!

Hello?

(loud rumbling)

(breathing rapidly)

(footsteps approaching)

Hello?

Ah, miss, you shouldn't be here, now.

Wait. Please, I need your help.

This way, quickly.

There is a man down here, and he is trapped.

Please.

There's no need to panic.

No, I'm not panicking.

You're going the wrong way!

Let go of me, listen!

To hell with you.

Oh!

(ship creaking)

(flare exploding)

(softly) Oh, my God.

(electrical crackling)

(gasping)

(breathing heavily)

(loud rumbling)

Jack!

Rose!

Will this work?

I guess we'll find out.

Come on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Try a couple practice swings over there.

Good, now try to hit the same mark again, Rose.

You can do it.

Okay, that's enough practice.

Come on, Rose, you can do it.

Listen, just hit it really hard and really fast.

Wait. Open your hands up a little more.

Like that?

Right.

Listen, Rose, I trust you.

Go!

- (clanging) - (gasps)

(screaming and laughing)

You did it!

Come on, let's go.

Oh, shit, this is cold.

Oh, shit!

Shit, shit.

This is the way out.

We have to find another way. Come on.

TILLER: Pull.

(orchestra playing)

Pull.

Put your backs into it, pull!

(distant shouting)

Pull!

Now, there's something you don't see every day.

Pull!

(distant explosion)

(crewman shouting orders)

LIGHTOLLER: There's no room for luggage in this boat.

What's this luggage doing here?

Get rid of it. Get rid of it! We need the room.

Get rid of that!

(crewman giving orders)

(crying)

Keep calm.

No!

Lovejoy.

She's not on the starboard side either.

We're running out of time,

and this strutting martinet isn't letting any men on at all.

There's one on the other side letting men on.

Well, then that's our play.

We'll need some insurance first.

Come on.

(pounding on door)

This way. All the way down here.

(pounding on door)

(Jack yelling)

Here. What do you think you're doing?

You'll have to pay for that, you know.

That's White Star Line property.

BOTH: Shut up!

Will you hold the boat a moment?

- I just have to run back to my room-- - (grunts)

Sit down!

She's the last.

Prepare to lower.

Mr. Lightoller, why are the boats being launched half full?

Not now, Mr. Andrews.

There, look, 20 or so in a boat built for 65,

and I saw one boat with only 12. Twelve!

Well, we weren't sure of the weight, Mr. Andrews.

These boats may buckle.

Rubbish.

They were tested in Belfast with the weight of 70 men!

Now, fill these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God's sake, man!

Please, I need more women and children, please.

CREWMAN: Get back in there. This is not an exit.

Get back in there. This is not an exit.

You can't keep us locked in here like animals.

The ship's bloody sinking!

Bring forward the women!

Unlock the gates.

Women only!

No men!

No men!

(shouting)

(shouting) Get back!

Lock the gates!

Get them back from those gates!

Don't touch the gates!

For God's sake, man, there are women and children down here!

Let us up so we can have a chance!

Get back!

- Jack! - Tommy!

- Can we get out? - It's hopeless that way!

Whatever we do, we've got to do it fast.

Jack!

Fabrizio!

The boats are all gone.

This whole place is flooding. We've gotta get out.

There is niente this way.

All right, let's go this way, all right? Come on.

I make my own luck.

So do I.

Come on!

No, come on, let's go this way.

(crying)

(speaking Arabic)

This way.

Just go back to the main stairwell

and everything will be sorted out there.

MAN: Hell, it will.

It will all get sorted out back there.

Go back to the main stairwell.

Open the gate.

Go back down the main stair.

Open the gate right now!

Go back down the main stairwell like I told you.

Goddamn it!

Son of a bitch!

MAN: Open the damn gate!

Open it!

Fabri, Tommy, give me a hand here!

Move aside. Move aside.

Come on, pull!

(shouting) Pull!

Move aside!

Put that down.

Move aside!

One! Two!

- Stop that! - Three!

(yelling)

Again!

(yelling)

JACK: Let's go!

- JACK: Let's go, Rose. - You can't go up there.

You can't do this!

LIGHTOLLER: Keep order here.

Back, back, back.

(screaming)

Hold on to her!

Pull her in!

Get back, I say,

or I'll shoot you all like dogs.

Keep order here!

Keep order, I say.

Mr. Lowe, man this boat.

LOWE: Right, is everybody all right?

Nobody panic.

CREWMAN: Stay back!

We're too late.

There are more boats down the front.

Stay with this one. Murdoch. He seems to be quite practical.

(women screaming)

(screaming)

LOWE: Sit down!

Stay back, you lot.

Stay back!

Stay back, the lot of you!

Stay back!

(gunshots)

It's starting to fall apart.

We don't have much time.

Mr. Murdoch?

Mr. Hockley.

You two, with me, now.

I'm a businessman, as you know,

and I have a business proposition for you.

CREWMAN (shouting): Easy now. All together!

Lower away, lower away.

JACK: Come on, Rose.

The boats are gone!

Colonel, are there any boats on that side?

No, miss, but there are a couple of boats all the way forward.

This way, I'll lead you.

(playing final chord)

What's the use?

Nobody's listening to us anyway.

Well, they don't listen to us at dinner either.

Come on, let's play.

Keep us warm.

"Orpheus."

(playing fast music from "Orpheus in the Underworld")

Music to drown by.

Now I know I'm in first class.

Where is everyone?

They're all still aft, sir.

Do we have an understanding then, Mr. Murdoch?

LIGHTOLLER (shouting): Will the men please go back?

(people shouting)

(gunshots)

Women and children only!

Get back!

Step back, sir.

Come through, madam.

This way.

Step back, sir.

Let the women through!

You better check the other side.

Go!

LIGHTOLLER: Stand back, sir!

MURDOCH: Any more women and children?

Any children?

I found her on the other side.

Waiting for a boat...

with him.

MURDOCH: Any more women and children?

They're all aboard, Mr. Murdoch.

Anyone else, then?

- ISMAY: Hop on, sir. - Anyone else?

Do hurry. Hurry along.

Stand by the falls.

(softly) Ugh, goddamn it all to hell.

Shit.

Fire!

Sir!

Sir, you can't go through here.

Sir, you can't go through.

Yes, yes, splendid.

Right.

MURDOCH: Prepare to lower!

Ready on the left.

Take them down.

Keep it steady.

Both sides together, steady.

Keep it steady.

Give her to me.

GIRL: Daddy...

MAN: It'll be fine, darling. Don't you worry.

It's goodbye for a little while.

Only for a little while.

There'll be another boat for the daddies.

This boat's for the mummies and the children.

You hold Mummy's hand and be a good little girl.

I'm not going without you.

No, you have to go... now!

No, Jack.

Get in the boat, Rose.

No, Jack.

Yes, get on the boat.

Yes, get on the boat, Rose.

Oh, my God, look at you.

You look a fright.

Here.

Put this on.

Come.

Go on, I'll get the next one.

No, not without you.

JACK: I'll be all right.

Listen, I'll be fine.

I'm a survivor, all right?

Don't worry about me.

Now go on, get on.

I have an arrangement with an officer on the other side of the ship.

Jack and I can get off safely.

Both of us.

See? Got my own boat to catch.

CAL: Now, hurry.

They're almost full.

Step aboard, miss.

CAL: Come on, hurry.

Step aboard, please.

MAN: Be Daddy's good girl.

Step lightly.

LIGHTOLLER: Keep back, keep back, I say.

Clear the row, please.

Lower away!

(gasping)

LIGHTOLLER: Steady!

Keep going, keep going.

And lower away evenly, lads.

Easy. Lower away.

You're a good liar.

Almost as good as you.

LIGHTOLLER: Easy now, and lower away.

There's no, uh,

there's no arrangement, is there?

No, there is.

Not that you'll benefit much from it.

I always win, Jack,

one way or another.

LIGHTOLLER: Easy. Even, lads.

Keep going, keep going.

(refrain from "My Heart Will Go On" playing)

(inaudible)

Rose!

(passengers shouting)

CAL: Stop her!

Rose, what are you doing?

CAL: Stop her!

No!

Rose.

You're so stupid.

Why'd you do that, huh?

You're so stupid, Rose.

Why did you do that? Why?

You jump, I jump, right?

Right.

Oh, God, I couldn't go.

I couldn't go, Jack.

It's all right. We'll think of something.

- ROSE: At least I'm with you. - We'll think of something.

Come on!

(gunshot)

Come on, move!

Come on.

- (gunshot) - (Rose screams)

Move!

- (gunshot) - (Rose screams)

Come on, come on, Rose.

Come on.

(gunshot)

Move, come on!

(gunshot)

Move, Rose!

(gunshot)

JACK: Go!

(shouts in frustration)

(metal groaning)

I hope you enjoy your time together.

(laughing)

What could possibly be funny?

I put the diamond in the coat.

And I put the coat on her!

Come on.

(dishes clinking)

(child yelling)

(screaming)

We can't leave him.

All right, come on.

(wailing)

(creaking)

(child screaming)

Go back!

(yelling in Czech)

It's the wrong way! Come back.

(Rose and Jack yelling)

Go!

JACK (shouting): Go!

- Jack! - Rose!

(Rose grunts)

(groaning)

This way.

Come on.

Give me your hand.

(straining)

Oh, God!

Help!

ROSE: Help!

Wait, sir! Sir, open the gate, please.

- Please. - Please.

Help us.

- Please! - Please!

Bloody hell.

JACK (yelling): Come on, come on!

- Come on. - Go, go!

Jesus.

- Please. - Come on!

Hurry.

Come on.

I'm sorry, I dropped the keys.

- Wait! Please! - Wait.

Don't leave, please!

Get more help!

I got 'em.

Which one is it, Rose?

The sharp one, try the sharp one.

Hurry, Jack.

Oh, no.

Hurry, Jack.

It's stuck.

- Hurry. - It's stuck.

Hurry, Jack!

Hurry!

(screaming)

I got it, I got it!

Go! Go, Rose!

Go, go!

Jack!

Jack, come on!

Move, move!

CREWMAN: Keep on rocking.

Get the oars in place.

Get an oar under it.

MURDOCH: Women and children only, damn you.

CREWMAN: Hold it, hold it.

Hold it!

Get these davits cranked in.

Then get the falls hooked up.

MURDOCH: Get back, sir!

Stay back.

CHILD: Help me.

(crying)

MURDOCH: Stay back, I say!

Keep going up.

MURDOCH: Stop pushing!

Stay back!

Will you give us a chance to live, you limey bastard?

I'll shoot any man who tries to get past me! Get back!

Bastard!

Get back!

We had a deal, damn you.

Your money can't save you any more than it can save me.

Get back.

CREWMAN: Women and children only!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(passengers screaming)

No, no! No, Tommy.

Bastardo!

Oh, no, oh, no...

Oh, no, Tommy...

No, Will!

(gunshot)

Stand back, damn you.

CREWMAN (shouting): Gently! Hold it, hold it!

(screaming)

(child crying)

I have a child.

CAL: I have a child.

Clear a path here.

Please, I have a child.

Please, I'm all she has in the world.

Go on.

Step back, step back, I say.

Please.

WOMAN: Here, give her to me.

Give her here.

(child wailing)

There, there.

Wait, wait, wait.

Mr. Andrews.

Oh, Rose.

Won't you even make a try for it?

I'm sorry that I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose.

It's going fast.

We have to move.

Wait.

Good luck to you, Rose.

And to you.

Mr. Guggenheim.

These are for you, Mr. Guggenheim.

No, thank you.

We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.

But we would like a brandy.

(men shouting)

Capitaine.

Capitaine, where should I go? Please.

CREWMAN: Captain!

Captain, sir.

(orchestra playing)

Right, that's it, then.

Good-bye, Wally, good luck.

- Goodbye, Wally. - So long, old chap.

(begins playing "Nearer, My God to Thee")

(orchestra continues playing)

And so they lived happily together for 300 years

in the land of Tír na nÓg,

land of eternal youth and beauty.

(continues playing "Nearer, My God to Thee")

(loud rumbling)

(crewmen and passengers shouting)

There's no time!

Cut those falls.

Cut 'em, cut 'em if you have to.

I need a knife.

CREWMAN: Cut her loose.

Cut those bloody falls.

Here.

(playing last notes of song)

Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight.

(inhales deeply)

(people screaming)

(screaming)

We have to stay on the ship as long as possible!

Come on!

JACK: This way.

Over the rail!

Come on, Rose, jump!

Come on!

(screaming)

(gasping)

JACK: I got you. Jump!

(groaning)

I've got you, miss!

- Jack! - Come on!

Get back!

(cables snapping)

(metal groaning)

No! You'll swamp us.

(hysterical shrieking)

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?

(screaming)

Row!

Together, men!

(screams)

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

- Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is... - This way.

Blessed art thou...

JACK: Come on.

Come on!

(groans)

I saw a new heaven and a new earth

when the first heaven and the first earth had passed away...

(women screaming)

...and there was no more sea.

Ah!

It'll be over soon.

It'll all be over soon.

And he shall dwell with them and they shall be his people,

and God himself shall be with them...

Jack...

this is where we first met.

And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes

and there shall be no more death.

Neither shall there be sorrow or crying.

Neither shall there be any more pain

for the former world has passed away.

(shattering)

Bloody pull faster, and pull!

(screaming)

(screaming)

MAN: Hang on, Miss Trudy!

(screaming)

(crashing and shattering)

(screaming)

(screams)

MAN: Help me! Please, save me!

WOMAN: Help!

JACK: Hold on real tight!

(shrieking in distance)

(woman sobbing)

(people screaming in distance)

God almighty!

CREWMAN: Get those breakers in! Keep them in!

(electricity crackling)

(screams)

(panicked screaming)

(ship groaning)

(planks splitting)

(everyone screaming)

We have to move!

Give me your hand, I'll pull you over.

- I can't! - Come on, give me your hand!

I've got you.

I won't let go.

Come on, I've got you.

What's happening, Jack?

I don't know, I don't know!

- JACK: Hold on! - Jack!

Rose.

MAN: Help me, please, someone help me, please!

(terrified screaming, thudding)

(screaming)

(panting)

(screams)

WOMAN: Please help! Help! Help! Help!

(woman screaming)

This is it!

ROSE: Oh, God, Jack. Oh, God!

- Oh, God! - Hold on!

Oh, God, oh, God, oh!

The ship is gonna suck us down.

Take a deep breath when I say.

Kick for the surface and keep kicking.

Do not let go of my hand.

We're gonna make it, Rose.

Trust me.

I trust you.

Ready? Ready?

Now!

(inhales deeply)

(screaming)

Jack! Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

(screaming)

Jack.

Jack!

(gasping)

Jack! Jack!

No!

Jack!

Rose!

Get off her!

- Rose! - Jack!

Swim, Rose! I need you to swim!

Keep swimming!

It's so cold!

Swim, Rose!

Come on. Here.

Keep swimming. Come on.

Here, get on it.

Get on top.

(groaning)

Come on, Rose.

(gasping)

(Rose screams)

Stay on it, stay on, Rose.

Jack.

You'll be all right now.

You'll be all right now.

(whistle blowing)

Return the boats!

(both shivering)

(whistle blows)

The boats are coming back for us, Rose.

Hold on just a little bit longer.

CREWMAN: Return the boats!

They had to row away for the suction,

but now they'll be coming back.

WOMAN (crying): Come back!

For God's sake!

Please!

Help us!

WOMAN (shouting): Come back!

For God's sake!

You don't understand.

If we go back, they'll swamp the boat.

They'll pull us right down, I'm telling you.

Knock it off. You're scaring me.

Come on, girls, grab an oar, let's go!

CREWMAN: Are you out of your mind?

We're in the middle of the North Atlantic!

Now, do you people want to live or do you want to die?

I don't understand a one of you.

What's the matter with you?

It's your men out there!

(crying)

There's plenty of room for more.

And there'll be one less on this boat

if you don't shut that hole in your face!

WOMAN (in distance): Come back!

(whistle blowing, people shouting for help)

MAN: Here, take this one.

LOWE: Now bring in your oars over there

and tie these two boats together as well.

Now make sure that's tied up nice and tight.

Right, listen to me, men, we have to go back.

I want to transfer all the women from this boat into that boat,

right now, as quick as you can, please.

Let's get some space over there.

Move forward and aft.

(scattered moaning)

(shivering)

It's getting quiet.

It's just gonna take 'em a couple of minutes to get...

the boats organized.

I don't know about you,

but I intend to write a strongly-worded letter

to the White Star Line about all this.

(scattered moaning in distance)

I love you, Jack.

Don't you do that.

Don't you say your goodbyes.

Not yet, do you understand me?

I'm so cold.

Listen, Rose,

you're gonna get out of here.

(shivering)

You're gonna go on

and you're gonna make lots of babies,

and you're gonna watch them grow.

You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed.

Not here.

Not this night.

Not like this.

Do you understand me?

I can't feel my body.

Winning that ticket, Rose,

was the best thing that ever happened to me.

It brought me to you...

and I'm thankful for that, Rose.

I'm thankful.

(crying)

(shivers) You must... You must...

You must do me this honor.

You must promise me that you'll survive...

that you won't give up...

no matter what happens...

no matter how hopeless...

Promise me now, Rose...

and never let go of that promise.

I promise.

Never let go.

I will never let go, Jack.

(shivering)

I'll never let go.

(kisses)

(both shivering)

CREWMAN: Right ahead, sir.

LOWE: Oars!

Do you see any moving?

No, sir. None moving, sir.

LOWE: Check them.

Bring that oar up here.

Check them, make sure.

These are dead, sir.

Now give way.

Head easy.

Careful with your oars.

Don't hit them.

(shouts) Is there anyone alive out there?

(distant and echoing) Can anyone hear me?

Is there anyone alive out there?

We waited too long.

Well, keep checking them, keep looking!

(shouting) Is there anyone alive out there?

Can anyone hear me?

(Rose singing softly and haltingly)

♪ ...my flying machine ♪

♪ And it's up she goes ♪

♪ Up she goes... ♪

♪ Come, Josephine... ♪

(Lowe's voice, garbled and echoing)

Jack?

Jack.

Jack.

Jack, there's a boat.

Jack.

Jack?

Jack.

Jack!

Jack.

(faltering) There's a boat, Jack.

Jack?

(refrain from "My Heart Will Go On" playing)

(crying softly)

(weakly) Come back.

Come back.

Come back.

Come back.

(louder) Come back, come back.

Hello!

Can anyone hear me?

There's nothing here, sir.

Come back.

Come back.

I'll never let go.

I promise.

(sobbing)

(grunting)

(blowing whistle faintly)

(blowing stronger)

(whistle blowing faintly)

(whistle blowing louder)

Come about!

(blowing whistle loudly)

(whistling reverberates faintly)

Fifteen hundred people went into the sea

when Titanic sank from under us.

There were 20 boats floating nearby

and only one came back.

One.

Six were saved from the water,

myself included.

Six... out of fifteen hundred.

Afterward, the 700 people in the boats

had nothing to do but wait.

Wait to die, wait to live,

wait for an absolution that would never come.

(refrain from "My Heart Will Go On" playing)

Oh, sir, I don't think you'll find any of your people down here.

It's all steerage.

WOMAN 1: His hair is reddish brown.

Reddish brown, reddish brown and a white beard.

WOMAN 2: Isn't there another passenger list?

There's no other list.

Perhaps he's on another ship.

We're doing all we can, ma'am.

There's got to be another passenger list!

ROSE (narrating): That's the last time I ever saw him.

He married, of course, and inherited his millions,

but the crash of '29 hit his interests hard

and he put a pistol in his mouth that year,

or so I read.

Can I take your name please, love?

Dawson.

Rose Dawson.

Thank you.

We never found anything on Jack.

There's no record of him at all.

No, there wouldn't be, would there?

And I've never spoken of him until now.

Not to anyone,

not even your grandfather.

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson

and that he saved me

in every way that a person can be saved.

I don't even have a picture of him.

He exists now only in my memory.

MAN (over radio): Keldysh, Keldysh, Mir 2. On our way to the surface.

BROCK: You know, I was saving this for when I found the diamond.

(man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

I'm sorry.

Three years, I've thought of nothing except Titanic,

but I never got it.

I never let it in.

(refrain from "My Heart Will Go On" playing)

(enchanting music playing)

Ah!

("My Heart Will Go On" playing)

♪ Every night in my dreams ♪

♪ I see you, I feel you ♪

♪ That is how I know you go on ♪

♪ Far across the distance ♪

♪ And spaces between us ♪

♪ You have come to show you go on ♪

♪ Near, far ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ I believe that the heart does go on ♪

♪ Once more ♪

♪ You open the door ♪

♪ And you're here in my heart ♪

♪ And my heart will go on and on ♪

♪ Love can touch just one time ♪

♪ And last for a lifetime ♪

♪ And never let go till we're gone ♪

♪ Love was when I loved you ♪

♪ One true time I hold to ♪

♪ In my life we'll always go on ♪

♪ Near, far ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ I believe that the heart does go on ♪

♪ Once more ♪

♪ You open the door ♪

♪ And you're here in my heart ♪

♪ And my heart will go on and on ♪

♪ You're here ♪

♪ There's nothing I fear ♪

♪ And I know that my heart will go on ♪

♪ We'll stay ♪

♪ Forever this way ♪

♪ You are safe in my heart ♪

♪ And my heart will go on and on ♪

(vocalizing softly)

(song ends)

(uplifting orchestral song playing)

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