( SonarPings)  Man:  ( SonarPings)  Okay, take her up  and overthe bow rail.

  ( OverRadio ):  Okay, Mir2, we're going over the bow.

  Stay with us.

  ( SonarPings)  ( Mechanical Whirring)  Okay, quiet.

 We're rolling.

  Seeing her coming out of  the darkness like a ghost ship  still gets me everytime--  To see the sad ruin  ofthe 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.

  ( ManSnickers)  You are so full ofshit, boss.

  - ( Giggles)  - ( Mechanical Whirring)  ( SonarPinging)  Man: Dive six-- Here we are again  on the deck of Titanic  The pressure outside is  These windows are nine inches thick  and ifthey go  it's sayonara  in two microseconds.

  All right, enough  ofthat bullshit.

  ( Mechanical Whirring)  Just put her down on the roofof  the officer's quarters likeyesterday.

  - Man: Sure.

  - Man ( OverRadio ): 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.

  - Man: Tether out.

  Man ( OverRadio ): Okay, Brock,  we're dropping down along the hull.

  Rogerthat.

 Okay, drop down and go  into the first-class gangway door.

  I wantyou guys working the D deck  reception area and the dining saloon.

  Man ( OverRadio ):  Copythat.

  - Tether out.

  - Man: Tether out.

  - Now left, left.

  - I'm coming left.

  Brock:  Snoop Dog is on the move.

  We're headed down the stairwell.

  Okay, Lewis, drop down to B deck.

  A deck.

  Lewis:  Give me some rope, Captain.

  B deck-- get in there,  get in there.

  Brock: Watch the doorframe.

  Watch the doorframe.

  - I see it.

 I got it.

  - ( Bang)  ( Mechanical Whirring)  - ( Cracking)  - We're good.

Just chill, boss.

  Brock:  Make your turn.

 Come around.

  - Lewis: Cable out, Captain.

  - Make your turn.

 Watch the wall.

  Yeah, Brock,  we're at the piano, you copy?  Brock:  Okay, copythat.

  Brock: Okay, right there.

  Right there.

 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 ofa bitch slept.

  Lewis:  Oops, somebody left the water running.

  Hey, hold itjust a second.

  Go backto the right.

  That wardrobe door--  get closer.

  - You smelling something, boss?  - I want to see what's under it.

  - Give me my hands, man.

  - ( Mechanical Whirring)  All right.

  - Take it easy, it might come apart.

  - Okay.

  Go, go, go, go.

  Flip it over.

 Flip it over.

 Go.

  Keep going, go, go, go.

  Okay, drop it.

  Oh, baby, baby,  areyou seeing this, boss?  It's payday, boys.

  (ManSpeaking OverLoudspeaker)  ( Cheering)  ( lmitates Cash Register):  Ka-ching!  - We did it, Bobby.

  - Lewis: Oh,yeah.

 Who's the man?  Who's the best, baby?  Say it.

 Say it.

  You are, Lewis.

  ( SawBuzzingLoudly)  - Bobby, my cigar.

  - Bobby: Right here.

  ( Cheering)  Brock:  Okay, crack her open.

  ( ManSpeaking OverLoudspeaker)  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! 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'vejust got to trust  my instincts.

 I know we're close.

  Wejust got to go through  a little process ofelimination.

  Hang on a second.

  - Let me see that.

  - We might have something here, guys.

  Where's the photograph  ofthe necklace?  We'll call you right back.

  I'll be goddamned.

  Reporter: Treasure hunter Brock Lovett  is best known forfinding Spanish gold.

  It's okay.

  I'll feed you in a minute.

  Now he has chartered  Russian subs to reach  the most famous shipwreck  ofall: the Titanic.

  He is with us live  via satellite  from the research ship Keldysh  in the North Atlantic.

  - Hello, Brock.

  - Brock: Hello, Tracy.

  Everyone knows the familiar  stories of Titanic--  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.

  Your expedition is at the center  ofa storm ofcontroversy  over salvage rights  and even ethics.

  Many are callingyou  a grave robber.

  Nobody called the recovery ofartifacts  of King Tut's tomb "grave robbing.

"  - Woman: What is it?  - Turn that up, dear.

  I have museum-trained experts  out here making sure  that these relics are preserved  and catalogued properly.

  Take a look at this drawing  that we foundjust today:  A piece of paperthat's been  underwaterfor 84 years  and myteam were able  to preserve it intact.

  Should this have remained unseen at  the bottom ofthe ocean for eternity?  I'll be goddamned.

  Man (Over Loudspeaker):  Vnimanye, vnimanye.

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  Bobby: Brock!  There's a satellite call foryou.

  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 ofold.

  Great.

 This Brock Lovett.

  - How can I helpyou, Mrs.

--  - Calvert.

 Rose Calvert.

  Mrs.

 Calvert?  I wasjust wondering ifyou had found  the Heart ofthe 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 OverEngineNoise):  She's a goddamned liar--  Some nut case 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 1 7, right?  - That's right.

  - Ifshe had lived, she'd be over 1 00.

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

  Look, I've already done  the background on this woman  all the way backto the '20s  when she was working as an actress.

  An actress! There's  yourfirst clue, Sherlock.

  Her name was Rose Dawson backthen.

  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 everybodywho  knows about the diamond  is supposed to be dead  or on this boat, but she knows.

  Doesn't exactly  travel light, does she?  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.

 Hey!  - ( Knocking)  - Rose: Yes?  - Areyour staterooms all right?  - Rose: Oh,yes, very nice.

  Haveyou met  my granddaughter Lizzie?  She takes care of me.

  We metjust  a few minutes ago.

  Remember, Nana, up on deck?  There, that's nice.

  Have to have my pictures  when I travel.

  Can I getyou anything?  ls there anythingyou'd like?  Yes.

  I would like to see my drawing.

  Brock:  Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone  that was called  the Blue Diamond ofthe Crown  which disappeared in 1 792  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 "Heart ofthe Ocean.

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

  It was a dreadful, heavything.

  I onlywore it this once.

  Lizzie:  You actuallythinkthis isyou, Nana?  It is me, dear.

  Wasn't I a dish?  I tracked it down  through insurance records--  An old claim that was settled  underterms ofabsolute 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 fiancee--you  a week before  he sailed on Titanic.

  It was filed right  afterthe sinking  so the diamond had to have  gone down with the ship.

  You see the date?  "April 1 4, 1 91 2.

"  Which means ifyour grandmother is  who she says she is  she was wearing the diamond  the daythe Titanicsank.

  And that makesyou  my new best friend.

  These are some ofthe 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.

  ( GaspsQuietly)  Areyou readyto go  backto 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-- dit-dit-dit--  along the side,  below the waterline.

  Then the forward compartments  start to flood.

  Now as the water level rises, it  spills overthe watertight bulkheads  which unfortunately  don't go any higherthan 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 herwhole ass is sticking  up in the air and that's a big ass.

  We're talking  And the hull's not designed to deal  with that pressure, so what happens?  She splits,  right down to the keel  and the stern  falls back level.

  Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the  stern vertical and finally detaches.

  Now, the stern sectionjust  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  afterthe collision.

  The bow section planes away  landing about a halfa mile away  going 20, 30 knots when  it hits the ocean floor.

  ( lmitates Crashing)  Pretty cool, huh?  Thankyou forthat fine  forensic analysis, Mr.

 Bodine.

  Ofcourse,  the experience of it was  somewhat different.

  Will you share it with us?  ( Music Playing)  ( Crying)  - I'm taking herto rest.

  - No.

  - Come on, Nana.

  - No!  Tape recorder.

  Tell us, Rose.

  It's been 84 years.

  It's okay.

Just tryto remember  anything-- anything at all.

  Doyou want to hearthis  or not, Mr.

 Lovett?  It's been 84 years.

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  and I can still smell  the fresh paint.

  The china had never been used.

  The sheets had never  been slept in.

  Titanicwas called  "The Ship of Dreams"  and it was, it reallywas.

  Man: All third-class passengers  with a forward berth  this way, please, this queue.

  - Right here.

  - Big boat, huh?  - Daddy, it's a ship.

  - You're right.

  ( CarHorn Tooting)  I don't see what  all the fuss is about.

  It doesn't look any bigger  than the Mauritania.

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

  It's over 1 00 feet longerthan  Mauritania and far more luxurious.

  Your daughter is fartoo difficult  to impress, Ruth.

  So this is the ship  they say is unsinkable.

  It is unsinkable.

  God Himselfcould not sinkthis ship.

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

  - It's round that way, sir.

  - I put myfaith in you, good sir.

  - Now, kindly see my man.

  - Yes, sir, my pleasure, sir.

  - If I can do anything at all.

  - Oh,yes, right.

  All the trunks  from that carthere  to the parlor suite,  rooms B-52, 54, 56.

  - ( Whistle Blowing)  - Ladies.

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  better hurry.

  ( People Saying Good-byes)  - My coat?  - Woman: I have it.

  Man: All third-class passengers  due here for a health inspection.

  All third-class passengers  due here for health inspection.

  Head up.

  Welcome aboard, ma'am.

  Welcome to Titanic.

  Rose: It wastheShip ofDreams  to everyone else.

  To meit wasaslave ship  takingmeback toAmerica  in chains.

  Outwardly, I waseverything  a well-brought-up girlshouldbe.

  Inside, I wasscreaming.

  ( Steam Whistle Blows Loudly)  ( SpeakingSwedish )  Jack,you are pazzo.

  You bet everything we have.

  When you got nothing  you got nothing to lose.

  Sven?  All right, moment oftruth.

  Somebody's life's about to change.

  Fabrizio?  -Niente.

  -Niente.

  - Ola?.

  - 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 going to see  your mom again for a long time  because we're going to America.

  - Full house, boys.

  - Whoa!  - Yeah!  -Dio mio, grazie!  ( Cursingln Swedish )  - Come on.

  - Figlio diputtana!  - I'm going home!  - ( Cursingln 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: Andiamo.

  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 thoughtyou were fast.

  - Aspetta!  Wait, wait! Hey, wait!  We're passengers.

 Passengers.

  Haveyou been through  the inspection queue?  Ofcourse.

  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 Blares)  Good-bye!  - You know somebody?  - Ofcourse not.

 That's not the point.

  Good-bye! I'll missyou!  Good-bye! I'm going  to neverforgetyou.

  ( Crowd Cheering)  All the way, darling.

  Excuse me, ma'am.

  Oh, right here.

  Hey, howyou doing?  Jack.

 Nice to meetyou.

  I'mJack Dawson.

  Nice to meetyou.

  Howyou doing?  Who saysyou get the top bunk?  ( SpeakingSwedish )  This isyour private  promenade deck, sir.

  Would you be  requiring anything?  - Hmm.

  - Excuse me.

  - Woman: This one?  - Rose: No.

 It had a lot offaces on it.

  This is the one.

  Would you like  all ofthem out, miss?  Yes, we need a little color  in this room.

  Put it in there,  in the wardrobe.

  God, not those finger paintings again.

  They certainlywere 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.

  - "Something Picasso.

"  He won't amount to a thing.

  He won't, trust me.

  - Put the Degas in the bedroom.

  - At least theywere cheap.

  Ah, put it in the wardrobe.

  AtCherbourg, a woman came  aboardnamedMargaretBrown.

  We all calledherMolly.

  Historywould callher  "the Unsinkable MollyBrown.

 "  Well, I wasn't about to wait  all dayforyou, sonny.

  Here,you thinkyou can manage?  Herhusbandhadstruckgold  someplace out West  andshe was whatmothercalled  "newmoney.

 "  By thenext afternoon, we were steaming  westfrom the coastoflreland  with nothing outaheadofus  butocean.

  Take herto sea, Mr.

 Murdoch.

  - Let's stretch her legs.

  - Yes, sir.

  - All ahead full, Mr.

 Moody.

  - Very good, sir.

  - ( Bells Ringing)  - ( BelIRings)  - All ahead full.

  - Man ( Shouting): All ahead full!  Come on, lads.

 Get moving.

  What's the reading?  ( Crew TalkingAndShouting)  All right,  let's stoke them right up!  We're going full ahead!  Hey, look, look, look!  Look, look!  See it?  There's another one.

 See him?  Look at that one.

  Look at himjump!  Whoo-hoo!  Whoo!  I can see the  Statue of Liberty already!  Very small, ofcourse.

  I'm the king ofthe world!  ( WhoopingAnd Yelling)  ( Whooping)  Man: She's the largest  moving object ever made  bythe 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 hertogether  but the idea was Mr.

 Ismay's.

  He envisioned a steamer so grand  in scale and so luxurious  in its appointments that its  supremacywould 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?  Areyou going to cut her meat  for her, too, there, Cal?  Hey, uh, who thought  ofthe name "Titanic"?  - Was ityou, Bruce?  - Well,yes, actually.

  I wanted to convey sheer size  and the size means stability  Iuxury, and above all,  strength.

  Doyou know of Dr.

 Freud,  Mr.

 Ismay?  His ideas about the male  preoccupation with size  might be of particular  interest toyou.

  - What's gotten intoyou?  - Excuse me.

  - I do apologize.

  - She's a pistol, Cal.

  - Hopeyou can handle her.

  - Well, I may have to start minding.

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  what she reads from now on,  won't l, Mrs.

 Brown?  Freud-- Who is he?  ls he a passenger?  ( Man ExplainingPropeller  To Little Girl)  It makes these waves,  makes them spin.

  Fabrizio:  The ship is nice, huh?  - Yeah, it's an lrish ship.

  - Is English, no?  No, it was built in lreland.

  Solid as a rock.

  Big lrish hands.

  That's typical.

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

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

  Like we could forget?  - I'm Tommy Ryan.

  -Jack Dawson.

  - Hello.

  - Fabrizio.

  Hi.

 Doyou make any money  with your drawings?  Oh, forget it, boyo.

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

  ( Laughs)  - Doyou mind?  - I hopeyou're proud ofthis.

  Isawmy whole life  asifl'dalreadylivedit--  an endlessparade  ofparties andcotillions  yachts andpolo matches  always thesamenarrowpeople,  thesamemindless chatter.

  Ifelt likel wasstanding  atagreatprecipice  with no one topullmeback  no one who cared  oreven noticed.

  - ( Woman Grunts)  - ( RoseSobbing)  ( RunningFeetAndSobbing)  ( TakingShort,  Anxious Breaths)  Don't do it.

  Stay back.

  Don't come any closer.

  Come on.

Just give meyour hand.

  I'll pull you back over.

  No! Staywhereyou are.

  I mean it.

  I'll let go.

  No,you won't.

  What doyou 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 going to have to  jump in there afteryou.

  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.

  ( ShoeDrops To Deck)  - How cold?  - Freezing.

  Maybe a couple degrees over.

  You ever, uh.

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  ever been to Wisconsin?  What?  Well, they have some  ofthe coldest winters around.

  I grew up there  near Chippewa Falls.

  I rememberwhen I was a kid,  me and myfather, we went ice fishing  out on Lake Wissota.

  Ice fishing is,you know,  whereyou--  ( Angrily):  I know what ice fishing is!  Sorry.

  Youjust seem like,you know,  kind ofan indoor girl.

  Anyway, l, uh.

.

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  I fell through some thin ice  and I'm tellingyou.

.

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  waterthat cold,  like right down there  it hitsyou like a thousand knives  stabbingyou all overyour 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  tojumping in there afteryou.

  Like I said.

.

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  I don't have a choice.

  I guess I'm kind of hoping  you'll come back overthe rail  and get me offthe 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 ofa ship here.

  Come on.

  Come on, give meyour hand.

  You don't want to do this.

  Whew!  I'mJack Dawson.

  Rose Dewitt Bukater.

  I'm going to have to getyou  to write that one down.

  Come on.

  - ( Screams)  - ( Grunting)  I gotyou! Come on.

  Come on!  ( Screams)  Help! Please!  Help! Please!  - Please get me!  - Listen.

 Listen to me.

  I've gotyou.

 I won't let go.

  Now pull yourself up.

 Come on.

  ( Grunts)  Come on.

 That's right.

  You can do it.

  I gotyou.

  What's all this?  You stand back!  And don't move an inch!  - Fetch the master-at-arms!  - Care for a brandy?  Cal: This is completely unacceptable!  What madeyou think  thatyou could putyour hands  on myfiancee?  - Look at me,you filth!  - Cal.

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  - What doyou thinkyou 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.

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  uh.

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 uh.

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  the, uh.

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 uh.

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  - 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.

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  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 foryou, son.

 Well done.

  So it's all's well  and backto our brandy, eh?  Look atyou.

 You must be freezing.

  Let's getyou inside.

  Perhaps a little something  forthe boy.

  Ofcourse.

 Mr.

 Lovejoy,  I think a 20 should do it.

  Is that the going rate  for saving the woman you love?  Rose is displeased.

  What to do?  I know.

  Perhapsyou couldjoin us  for dinnertomorrow evening  to regale our group  with.

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your heroic tale.

  Sure, count me in.

  Good.

 Settled then.

  This should be interesting.

 Mmm.

  ( Whistles)  Can l, uh.

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 bum a smoke?  You'll want to tie those.

  It's interesting.

  Theyoung lady slips so suddenly  and you still had time  to removeyourjacket  and your shoes.

  - ( Music BoxPlaying Tune)  - ( KnockAtDoor)  ( DoorOpens)  I knowyou'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.

  Perhaps as a reminder  of myfeelings foryou.

  - Is it a.

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  - Diamond? Yes.

  It was worn by Louis XVI  and they called it  "Le CoeurDeLa Mer.

 "  Both:  The Heart ofthe Ocean.

  Yes.

  It's overwhelming.

  Well, it's for royalty.

  We are royalty, Rose.

  You know, there's nothing  I couldn't giveyou.

  There's nothing I'd denyyou  ifyou would not deny me.

  Now open your heart  to me, Rose.

  Jack: Well, I've been on my own since  I was 1 5 since myfolks died.

  And I had no  brothers or sisters  or close kin in that part  ofthe country.

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

  You couldjust call me  a tumbleweed blowing in the wind.

  Well, Rose.

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  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 talkto me, is it?  - Mr.

 Dawson, l--  -Jack.

  Jack.

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  I want to thankyou  forwhatyou did.

  Notjust for.

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 for pulling me back  but foryour discretion.

  You're welcome.

  Look, I know  whatyou 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 herthink  she had no way out?  Well, l--  It was everything.

  It was mywhole 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 have gone  straight to the bottom.

  All of Philadelphia society  will be there  and all the while  I feel I'm.

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  standing in the middle  ofa crowded room  screaming at the top of my lungs  and no one even looks up.

  Doyou love him?  - Pardon me?  - Doyou love him?  You're being very rude.

  You shouldn't be asking me this.

  Well, it's a simple question.

  Doyou love the guy or not?  This is not  a suitable conversation.

  -Why can'tyoujust answerthe question?  -( Nervous Laughter)  This is absurd.

 You don't know me,  and I don't knowyou  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 soughtyou out to thankyou  and now I have thanked you.

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  - And you've insulted me.

  - Well,you deserved it.

  - Right.

  - Right.

  - I thoughtyou were leaving.

  - I am.

  You are so annoying.

  - ( Chuckles)  - Wait.

  I don't have to leave.

  This is my part ofthe ship.

 You leave.

  Oh-ho-ho,  well, well, well.

  Now who's being rude?  What is this stupid thing  you're carrying around?  So what areyou,  an artist or something?  Well, these are rather good.

  They're, uh--  They're very good actually.

  Jack, this is exquisite work.

  They didn't thinktoo much  ofthem 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  ofthe good things about Paris--  Iots ofgirls willing  to take their clothes off.

  You liked this woman.

  You used her several times.

  Well, she had beautiful hands,  you see?  I thinkyou must have had  a love affairwith 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.

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  she used to sit  at this bar every night  wearing every piece  ofjewelry 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 seeyou.

  And?  You wouldn't havejumped.

  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 werejust off  to take the air on the boat deck.

  What a lovely idea.

  I need to catch up on my gossip.

  Molly:  Countess.

  Soyou've notyet  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.

  Ofcourse  I'mjust a passenger.

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

  But what a glorious end  toyourfinal crossing  ifwe 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, afterthat 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  forten cents apiece.

  Why can't I be likeyou,Jack--  just head out forthe horizon  whenever I feel like it?  Saywe'll go there  sometime to that pier  even ifwe only  everjust talk about it.

  No, we'll do it.

  We'll drink cheap beer.

 We'll ride  on the roller coastertill we throw up.

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

  Butyou'll have to do it like a real  cowboy.

 None ofthat sidesaddle stuff.

  - You mean, one leg on each side?  - Yeah.

  - Can you show me?  - Sure.

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 ifyou like.

  - Teach me to ride like a man.

  - And chew tobacco like a man.

  And spit like a man.

  They didn't teach you that  in finishing school?  - No.

  - Well, come on, I'll showyou.

  Let's do it.

  I'll showyou how.

 Come on.

  Jack, no!Jack, no!  Wait,Jack.

 No,Jack.

  I couldn't possibly,Jack.

  Watch closely.

  - That's disgusting!  - All right,yourturn.

  That was pitiful!  Come on,you really got  to hawk it back,you know?  Get some leverage to it.

  Useyour arms, arcyour neck.

  ( Hawks)  - See the range on that thing?  - Mm-hmm.

  - ( RoseHawking)  -Jack: Okay, go.

  ( Hawks)  -That was better.

 You got to work on it.

  -Really?  Reallytry and hawk it up  and get some bodyto it,you know?  You got to.

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  ( Snorting)  ( Swallows)  Mother.

  May I introduceJack Dawson?  Charmed, I'm sure.

  The others were gracious  andcurious  abouttheman  who hadsavedmylife  butmymotherlookedathim  likean insect--  a dangerous insect  which mustbesquashedquickly.

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

  ( TrumpetPlayingFanfare)  Why do they always insist on announcing  dinner like a damn cavalry charge?  - ( Laughs)  - Shall we go to dress, Mother?  Seeyou at dinner,Jack.

  Uh, son? Son!  Doyou have the slightest comprehension  whatyou're doing?  Not really.

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

  What areyou planning to wear?  I figured.

 Come on.

  I was right.

  You and my son  arejust about the same size.

  Pretty close.

  - ( Whistles)  - You shine up like a new penny.

  ( Laughs)  Good evening, sir.

  ( Orchestra Playing  "On TheBeautifuIBlueDanube")  Good evening.

  Man:  Hello.

  Cal: Doyou know that there are  several thousand tons  of Hockley steel  in this very ship?  - Ruth: Hmm.

 Which part?  - Cal: All the right ones, ofcourse.

  Then we'll know who to hold  accountable ifthere'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 seeyou.

  I saw that in a nickelodeon once  and I always wanted to do it.

  ( Snickers)  Ruth:  I'll seeyou 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 seeyou.

  What a remarkable  voyage this is.

  - It's mad, isn't it?  - Ruth: I loveyour perfume.

  There's the Countess of Rothes.

  And, um, that'sJohnJacob Astor--  the richest man on the ship.

  His little wifeythere, Madeleine,  is my age and in 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, ofcourse.

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

  She designs naughty lingerie,  among her manytalents.

  Very popularwith the royals.

  Congratulations, Hockley.

  She's splendid.

  Why, thankyou.

  - Care to escort a ladyto dinner?  - Certainly.

  - ( Chuckling)  - Sweat pea?  - Cal: Sweet pea.

  - Ain't nothin' to it, is there,Jack?  Remember, they love money, sojust  pretend likeyou own a gold mine.

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  and you're in the club.

  - Hey, Astor!  - Well, hello, Molly.

 Nice to seeyou.

  J.

J.

 Madeleine,  I'd likeyou to meetJack Dawson.

  - How doyou do?  - Pleasure.

  Hello,Jack.

  Areyou ofthe Boston Dawsons?  No-- the Chippewa Falls Dawsons,  actually.

  Oh,yes.

 Yes.

  Hemusthave been nervous,  butheneverfaltered.

  Theyassumed  he wasone ofthem--  Heir to a railroadfortune,  perhaps.

  Newmoney, obviously,  butstilla memberofthe club.

  Mother, ofcourse,  couldalways be countedupon.

  Tell us ofthe accommodations  in steerage, Mr.

 Dawson.

  I hearthey're quite good  on this ship.

  The best I've seen, ma'am.

  Hardly any rats.

  ( Laughter)  Mr.

 Dawson isjoining us  from the third class.

  He was ofsome assistance  to myfiancee last night.

  It turns out that Mr.

 Dawson  is quite a fine artist.

  He was kind enough to show me  some of his worktoday.

  Rose and I differ somewhat  in our definition offine art.

  Not to impugn yourwork, sir.

  ( Clears Throat)  Ismay:  She may be mine on paper  but in the eyes ofGod,  she belongs to Thomas Andrews.

  ( Whispering):  Are these all for me?  Just start from the outside  and workyourway in.

  He knows every rivet  in her, don'tyou, Thomas?  - Your ship is a wonder, truly.

  - Thankyou, Rose.

  - And how doyou takeyour caviar, sir?  - No caviarfor me, thanks.

  Never did like it much.

  And where, exactly,  doyou live, Mr.

 Dawson?  Well, right now, my address  is the R.

M.

S.

 Titanic.

  Afterthat,  I'm on God's good humor.

  And how is it  you have means to travel?  I work myway  from place to place--  You know,  tramp steamers and such.

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

  A very lucky hand.

  - All life is a game of luck.

  - Mmm.

  A real man makes  his own luck, Archie.

  - Right, Dawson?  - Mmm.

  And you find that sort of  rootless existence appealing, doyou?  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 going to happen  orwho I'm going to meet,  where I'm going to 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 ofthat.

  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 atyou.

 Hereyou go, Cal.

  To make each day count.

  - Well said,Jack.

  - Hear, hear!  To making it count.

  - All: To making it count.

  - Archie: Bravo.

  ( MollyLaughing)  Mr.

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

  ( Laughter)  So he comes home drunk as a pig,  celebrating and he lights a fire.

  ( Laughter)  ( Softly): Next it'll be  brandies in the smoking room.

  Archie:  Well,join me in a brandy, gentlemen?  ( MenAgree)  Now they retreat into a cloud ofsmoke  and congratulate each other  on being masters ofthe universe.

  Ladies, thankyou for  the pleasure ofyour company.

  Rose, may I escortyou  backto the cabin?  - No, I'll stay here.

  - Hereyou go, Molly.

  Archie:  Joining us, Dawson?  You don't want to stay out here  with the women, doyou?  No, thanks.

  I've got to be heading back.

  - Ah.

  - Probably best.

  It'll be all business  and politics, that sort ofthing--  Wouldn't interestyou.

  But Dawson, good ofyou to come.

  Jack, mustyou go?  Time for me to go row  with the other slaves.

  Good night, Rose.

  ( Clock BeginsChiming)  ( Sighs)  Soyou want to go  to a real party?  - ( Drums Pounding, Men Whooping)  - ( PlayingLively Tune)  Is okay I put my hand here? Okay.

  - Talla frikkensvenska?  - What?  ( Repeats Phrase)  I can't understand you.

  ( GlassShatters)  Hey! Bravo, bravo!  - Thankyou.

 Come on, guys.

  - Let's go!  I'm going to dance  with her now, all right?  - Come on.

  - What?  - Come with me.

  - What?Jack--Jack, wait!  - ( BandPlayingAtFast Tempo)  - I can't do this.

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

  Like this.

  - ( PipesAndDrums PlayingDance Tune)  - You're still my best girl, Cora.

  - I don't know the steps.

  - Neither do l.

  Just go with it.

  Don't think.

  - ( Laughing)  - Hey.

  ( RoseSquealing With Delight)  Wait,Jack,Jack!  Wait! Stop,Jack!  - Ba-ba-ba.

  - ( Dancers Whooping)  - Rose: Wait!  - Hey! Hey!  ( Whooping)  -Jack: Yeah!  -Jack, no!  Whaaa!  ( Squeals, Giggling)  .

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jurisdiction ofthe Sherman Act  so my lawyers will argue.

  That's what Rockefeller said, but  the Supreme Court is not swallowing it.

  ( MenShoutingAndCheering,  DrumsAndPipes Playing)  What? You think  a first-class girl can't drink?  - ( Squeals)  - Get out of here.

  - You all right?  - ( Laughing)  - I'm fine.

  - ( Growls)  Two out ofthree,  two out ofthree.

  So.

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  you thinkyou're  big, tough men?  Let's seeyou do this.

  Hold this for me,Jack.

  Hold it up.

  Ow!  ( Laughing)  -Jesus, Mary andJoseph!  - You all right?  I haven't done that in years.

  Go see Maggie, lads.

  Give herthe holley! Let's go!  Musicians:  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 seeyou had that undertaker  ofa manservant follow me.

 How typical.

  You will never behave like that  again, Rose.

 Doyou understand?  I'm not a foreman in one  ofyour mills thatyou can command.

  I'm yourfiancee.

  Myfiancee?  Myfiancee?!!  Yes,you are, and mywife!  Mywife in practice if notyet by law,  soyou 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 anyway unclear?  - No.

  - Good.

  Excuse me.

  Miss Rose!  - We had a little.

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 accident.

  - That's all right, Miss Rose.

  - That's all right.

  - I'm sorry, Trudy.

  Let me helpyou.

  It's all right, miss.

  It's all right, miss.

  - Tea, Trudy.

  - Yes, ma'am.

  You're not to see that boy again,  doyou understand me?  - Rose, I forbid it.

  - Oh, stop it, Mother.

  You'll giveyourself  a nosebleed.

  This is not a game.

  Our situation is precarious.

  You know the money's gone.

  Ofcourse I know it's gone.

  You remind me every day.

  Yourfather 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 areyou being so selfish?  - I'm being selfish?  Doyou want to see me  working as a seamstress?  Is that whatyou want?  To see ourfine things  sold at auction?  Our memories  scattered to the winds?  ( Sighs)  It's so unfair.

  Ofcourse it's unfair.

  We're women.

  Our choices are never easy.

  Hmm?  Congregation:  " Protect them byThy guardian hand "  " From every peril  on the land.

 "  " O spirit,  whom the Father sent "  "To spread across  the firmament "  " O wind of heaven,  byThy might "  " Save all who dare  the eagle's flight "  "And keep them  byThywatchful.

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 "  - Hello, Mr.

 Andrews.

  - Hello,Jack.

  - Sir.

  - I need to talkto somebodyfor a sec.

  You're not supposed  to be in here.

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fire and foe  Protect them.

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 "  I wasjust here last night.

  You don't remember me?  No, I'm afraid I don't.

  Nowyou're going to have to turn around.

  He'll tell you.

  I just-- I just need--  Mr.

 Hockley  and Mrs.

 Dewitt Bukater  continue to be appreciative  ofyour assistance.

  They asked me to, uh.

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  giveyou this in gratitude.

  - I don't wantyour money.

 Please, l--  - And also to remind you.

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  thatyou hold  a third-class ticket  and thatyour presence here  is no longer appropriate.

  Please, I just want  to speakto Rose for--  Gentlemen, will you please see that  Mr.

 Dawson gets to where he belongs  and that he stays there?  Yes, sir.

  Come along,you.

  " Oh, hear us  when we cryto Thee "  " Forthose in peril  on the sea.

 "  Ruth: And why doyou have  two steering wheels?  We really only use  this near shore.

  Excuse me, sir.

 Another ice warning.

  This one's from the Noordam.

  Thankyou, Sparks.

  Oh, not to worry.

  Quite normal forthis time ofyear.

  In fact, we're speeding up.

  I'vejust ordered  the last boilers lit.

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

  Okay, now, let it go.

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

  That's excellent, son.

  Rose:  Mr.

 Andrews, forgive me.

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  I did the sum in my head  and with the number of lifeboats  times the capacityyou mentioned  forgive me, but it seems that there  are not enough for everyone aboard.

  About half, actually.

  Rose,you miss nothing, doyou?  ln 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 deckwould looktoo cluttered  so I was overruled.

  Waste ofdeck 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 lifeboatyou need.

  Just keep heading aft.

  The next stop will be the engine room.

  Come on.

  Jack, this is impossible.

  I can't seeyou.

  - I need to talktoyou.

  - 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 underthatyou're the most  amazingly astounding  wonderful girl-- woman--  that I've ever known and.

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  -Jack, l.

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  - No, let me try and get this out.

  You're,you're ama--  I'm not an idiot.

  I know how the world works.

  I've got ten bucks  in my pocket.

  I have nothing to offeryou  and I know that.

  I understand.

  But I'm too involved now.

  Youjump, I jump, remember?  I can't turn away  without knowingyou'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 gotyou trapped, Rose  and you're going to die  ifyou don't breakfree--  Maybe not right away  becauseyou're strong, but  sooner or laterthat fire  that I love aboutyou, Rose.

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  that fire is going to burn out.

  It's not up toyou  to save me,Jack.

  You're right.

  Onlyyou can do that.

  I'm going back.

  Leave me alone.

  Countess: Tell Lucille about the  disasteryou had with the stationer's.

  Well, ofcourse, the invitations  had to be sent back twice.

  - Oh, my dear!  - And the dreadful bridesmaid's 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 onlyto spite me.

  Lucille:  lfonlyyou'd come to me sooner.

  Ruth saw some of my designs  in "La Mode Illustree.

"  Theywere forTrousseau ofthe Duchess  of Malborough'syoungest daughter.

  Theywere quite charming, but I think  you'll agree, my dear, that together  we've created something ofa phoenix  from the ashes.

  ( Women Laugh Politely)  Hello,Jack.

  I changed my mind.

  - They said you might be--  - Shh.

  Give meyour hand.

  Now closeyour eyes.

  Go on.

  Step up.

  Now hold on to the railing.

  - Keepyour eyes closed, don't peek.

  - I'm not.

  Step up onto the rail.

  Hold on.

 Hold on.

  Keepyour eyes closed.

  - ( Giggles)  - Doyou trust me?  I trustyou.

  All right, open your eyes.

  I'm flying!Jack!  ( Softly):  " Come,Josephine, myflying machine "  " Going up, she goes "  " Up, she goes.

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.

 "  That was the last time Titanic  ever saw daylight.

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

  - Six hours to go.

  - Incredible.

  There's Smith and he's standing there  and he's got the iceberg warning.

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  in his fucking hand-- excuse me--  his hand, and he's ordering more speed.

  working against him.

  He figures anything big enough  to sinkthe ship  they're going to see  in time to turn  but the ship's too big  with too small a rudder.

  Doesn't cornerworth a damn.

  Everything he knows is wrong.

  ( Laughing)  It's quite proper, I assureyou.

  This is the sitting room.

  - Will this light do?  - What?  Don't artists need good light?  ( ln French Accent):  That is true  but I'm not used to working  in such horrible conditions.

  Monet!  - Doyou know his work?  - Ofcourse.

  Look at his use ofcolor here.

  Isn't he great?  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.

  Jack, I wantyou to draw me like one  ofyour French girls.

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 wearing this.

  All right.

  Wearing onlythis.

  The last thing I need  is another picture of me  Iooking like a porcelain doll.

  As a paying customer.

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  I expect to get what I want.

  Over on the bed--  the couch.

  Go.

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 Iie down.

  - Tell me when it looks right.

  - Putyour arm backthe way it was.

  Right.

  Put that other arm up,  that hand right byyourface there.

  Right.

  Now, head down.

  Eyes to me,  keep them on me.

  And tryto stay still.

  ( Exhales)  So serious.

  I believeyou are blushing,  Mr.

 Big Artiste.

  I can't imagine  Monsieur Monet blushing.

  He does landscapes.

  Just relaxyourface.

  - Sorry.

  - No laughing.

  ( Exhales)  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 disappointyou,  Mr.

 Bodine.

  Jackwas very professional.

  Thankyou.

  ( RoseLaughing)  Whatyou doing?  Will you put this back  in the safe for me?  Mm-hmm.

  Would you excuse me?  - None ofthe 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 ofwind.

  It will make the bergs  harderto 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.

  - ( KnockAtDoor)  - Lovejoy: Miss Rose?  My drawings!  ( DoorCloses)  Come on!  - No, wait, wait!  - Wait, wait, wait!  Go, go! Down, down!  Rose:  Quickly, quickly!  ( Giggling)  Bye!  - Sorry!  - ( Giggling)  - It's all right!  - ( Laughing)  Prettytough for a valet,  this fellow.

  - Seems more like a cop.

  - I think he was.

  -Jack: Oh, shit.

  - ( RoseScreams)  No, over here!  Quick!  ( BoilerBlasting)  - Now what?!  - What?!  Hold up! What'reyou two  doing down here?  You shouldn't be down here!  It could be dangerous!  Jack: Carry on! Don't mind us.

  You're doing a greatjob!  Keep up the good work!  Ah, lookwhat  we have here, huh?  ( Rose Clears Throat)  Thankyou.

  - ( Honks Horn )  - Where to, miss?  To the stars.

  You nervous?  No.

  Putyour 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!  Murdoch: Did you everfind  those binoculars forthe lookouts?  Haven't seen them  since Southampton.

  Well, I'll be on my rounds.

  Cheerio.

  You're trembling.

  Don't worry.

  I'll be all right.

  - They ran down there.

  - Right.

  Lovejoy:  Anything missing?  I've got a better idea.

  Gotcha!  ( RoseLaughing)  ( Laughing)  Did you see those guys' faces?  Did you see the.

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  When the ship docks.

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  I'm getting offwith 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 warmerthan we are.

  - Well, ifthat's what it takes  for us to get warmer I'd rather not,  if it's all the same toyou.

  - Bugger me!  - ( Alarm Bell Clanging)  - ( PhoneRings)  - Pick up,you bastards!  ( PhoneRinging)  - Is there anyone there?  - Yes, what doyou see?  - Iceberg! Right ahead!  - Thankyou.

  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 OutOrders)  Shut all the dampers!  Shut them!  ( DampersSlamming)  Hold it.

  Hold it!  Now, engage  the reversing engine!  ( EngineStops)  ( EngineRestarts)  Why aren't theyturning?!  - Is it hard over?!  - Crewman: It is,yes, sir, hard over!  ( Softly):  Come on, come on, come on.

  Turn.

  Yes.

  It's going to hit!  Jesus Christ.

  ( Glass Tinkling)  - ( Softly):Jesus.

  - Hard to port!  Crewman:  Hard to port!  ( MenScreaming)  Get back!  ( Screaming)  - ( Hissing)  - ( Screams)  - ( MetaIDoors Closing)  - Come on, let's go!  Get out the door!  They're closing the doors! Get out!  Get out! Get out! Get out!  Get out the door! Go on!  Go on! Come on, lads!  Go, lads, go!  Get out!  ( Screams)  ( DoorsSlamming)  ( Softly): Oh, my God.

  That was a close shave, weren'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.

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  - Close the watertight doors.

  - Murdoch: The doors are closed, sir.

  - All stop.

  - Crewman: Aye, sir!  ( Ringing)  Find the carpenter.

  Get him to sound the ship.

  Yes, sir!  Fabrizio:  Porca puttana!  Che cazzo e?  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 likelythrown a propeller blade.

  That's the shudderyou felt.

  May I bringyou anything?  No, thankyou.

  Man:  Did you see anything?  Man:  I don't see anything now, doyou?  ( Commotion)  Ifthis 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.

  - Now,you moron!  - Yes, sir.

  ( Men Laughing)  Hey,you're going to miss the fun.

  Did you see what happened?  No, I missed it.

  Apparently, it hit overthere.

  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 hold.

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

  Haveyou seen the damage  in the mail hold?  - No, she's already underwater.

  - This is bad.

  We should tell  Mother and Cal.

  I thinkthey're very good, sir.

  Don't touch anything.

  I want the entire room photographed.

  Rose:  Just keep holding my hand.

  We've been looking  foryou, miss.

  Rose ( Sighs):  Well, here we go.

  Something serious has happened.

  Yes, it has.

  Indeed.

 Two things dearto me  have disappeared this evening.

  Now that one is back I have a pretty  good idea where to find the other.

  - Search him.

  - Takeyour coat off, sir.

  - Now what?  - Come on.

  Cal, what areyou doing? We're in the  middle ofan emergency.

 What's going on?  - Is this it?  - That's it.

  This is horseshit!  - Don'tyou believe it, Rose.

 Don't!  - He couldn't have.

  Ofcourse he could.

  It's easy enough for a professional.

  But I was with him the whole time.

  This is absurd.

  Perhaps he did it whileyou 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 ofA.

 L.

 Ryerson.

  - That was reported stolen today.

  - I just borrowed it.

  - I was going to return it.

  - We have an honest thief here, do we?  You know I didn't do this, Rose.

  You know it.

  Don'tyou believe them, Rose.

  You know I didn't do it.

  - Come on, let's go.

  - You know I didn't do it, Rose.

 Rose!  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.

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 1 4 feet above  the keel in ten minutes--  In the forepeak, in all three holds  and in the boiler room six.

  - That's right, sir.

  - When can we get underway, 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 bythe head  the water  will spill overthe tops of bulkheads  at E deckfrom one to the next.

  Back and back.

  There's no stopping it.

  The pumps--  Ifwe opened the doors--  The pumps buyyou time,  but minutes only.

  From this moment,  no matterwhat we do  Titanicwill founder.

  But this ship can't sink.

  She's made of iron, sir.

  I assureyou, she can.

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  and she will.

  It is a mathematical certainty.

  How much time?  An hour.

 Two at most.

  And how many aboard,  Mr.

 Murdoch?  Well, I believeyou may get  your headlines, Mr.

 Ismay.

  Oh, it is a little slut, isn't it? Will  you look at me when I'm talking toyou.

  ( KnockAtDoor)  - Mr.

 Hockley?  - Not now, we're busy.

  Sir, I've been told to askyou to please  put on your lifebelts and come up to--  I said not now.

  I'm sorryto inconvenienceyou,  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'sjust a precaution.

  Everybody up!  Lifebelts on!  - ( MenScreaming Orders)  - What's heyelling about?  Everybody up!  Putyour lifebelts on!  - What's the ruckus?  -Just putyour lifebelts on!  Crewman:  C.

QD.

?  Sir?  That's right-- C.

QD.

  The distress call.

  That's our position.

  ( Sighs)  Tell whoever responds  that we're going down bythe head.

  We need immediate assistance.

  Blimey.

  Keep lowering!  Keep lowering!  ( Crewman Yelling OutOrders)  Mr.

 Wilde! Mr.

 Wilde,  where are the passengers?  We moved them back inside.

  It's too damn cold and noisyforthem.

  You there!  (Blows Whistle)  Get down here and  help with these lines.

  ( Orchestra Playing  "Alexander's RagtimeBand")  ( People Conversing)  Care for a drink, sir?  - Crewman: Please putyour 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 bythe book.

  There's no need for language,  Mr.

 Hockley.

  Go back and turn  the heaters on in our rooms.

  I'd like a cup oftea  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.

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  all this will be  at the bottom ofthe Atlantic.

  - What?  - Please, tell onlywhoyou must?  I don't want to  be responsible for a panic  and get to a boat quickly,  don't wait.

  You rememberwhat I told you  about the boats?  Yes.

  I understand.

  Over here, sir.

  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 1 7 knots.

  Full steam forthem, sir.

  She's the only one responding?  The only one close, sir.

  She says they can be here in four hours.

  Four hours?  Thankyou, Bride.

  ( Softly):  My God.

  ( Crewmen Yelling OutOrders)  Sir! We are swung out  and ready, sir.

  Hadn't we better get the women  and children into the boat, sir?  - Yes, we do.

  - Sir?  Women and children first.

 Yes.

  Yes, sir.

  Crewman ( Yelling): Ladies  and gentlemen,your attention please!  Step this way, please.

  That's right.

  Come towards me.

  Thankyou.

 Good.

  Forthe time being, I shall require  onlywomen and children.

  Man:  Right here.

  All right, boys,  like the captain said  nice and cheery  so there's no panic.

  "Wedding Dance.

"  ( Orchestra BeginsPlaying)  Lifebelts on!  Here, putyour lifebelts on.

  Putyour lifebelts on.

  Here, putyour lifebelt on.

  Here, come on, here.

  ( Commotion)  Crewman: It isn't time  to go up to the boatsyet.

  Please stay calm.

  Look, please, make sure, everybody,  you've gotyour lifebelts on  and gentlemen, allow the women  and children through to the front.

  - What are we doing, Mommy?  - We'rejust waiting, dear.

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

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  they'll start with us and  we'll want to be all ready, won't we?  ( MenArguing)  Go and get some help.

  Lower away!  Left and right together!  Steady! Both sides together.

  Steady! Steady!  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 awaytogether!  Steady, lads!  ( Explosion)  ( Passengers Gasp )  You know, I do believe  this ship may sink.

  I've been asked to giveyou  this small token  ofour appreciation.

  Compliments of  Mr.

 Caledon Hockley.

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

  Any room for a gentleman,  gentlemen?  Crewman:  Onlywomen at this time, sir.

  Will the lifeboats be seated  according to class?  I hope they're  not too crowded.

  Oh, Mother, shut up!  Don'tyou understand? The water is  freezing and there aren't enough boats.

  Not enough by half.

 Halfthe 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 foryou.

  Come on, Rose.

  You're next, darling.

  Come into the boat, Rose.

  - Come.

  - Rose, get into the boat.

  Rose.

  Good-bye, Mother.

  Rose! Rose, come back here!  Where areyou going?  To him?  To be a whore to a gutter rat?  I'd rather be his whore  than yourwife.

  No.

 No!  - I said no!  - ( Hawking)  Ruth:  Rose! Please stop!  Crewman:  And lower away!  - Rose!  - Man the tiller!  - No, wait!  - Lower away!  - Rose!  - Lowertogether!  Help!  Can anybody hear me?  ( BangingPipe)  Hello, help me!  ( Distantly):  Help me!  Can anybody hear me?  Somebody help me, please!  Rose:  Mr.

 Andrews?  - Steward, checkthe 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 orwithoutyour  help, sir, but without will take longer.

  Take the elevatorto the bottom.

 Go  to the left down the crewman's passage.

  Then go right and left again at the  stairs.

 You'll come to a long corridor.

  - This could be bad.

  - (WaterGurgling)  Oh, shit.

 Oh, shit!  ( Struggling)  - Excuse me, thankyou.

  - Crewman: The lifts are closed.

  - Woman: I do not care.

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  - 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.

 Oh, come on.

  ( Yells)  ( 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.

  ( BreathingHard)  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 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 going to 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.

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  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 going  to have to go find some help.

  It'll be all right.

  I'll be right back.

  I'lljust wait here.

  Hello, is there anyone here?  Hello? ls 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?  ( LoudRumbling)  ( RoseBreathingHard)  - Hello?  - Ah, miss,you shouldn't be here now.

  - 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)  ( Softly):  Oh, my God.

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  - ( Explosion)  - ( Crackling)  ( Gasping)  ( LoudRumbling)  -Jack!  - Rose!  - Will this work?  - I guess we'll find out.

  Come on.

  Wait, wait, wait, wait.

 Try a couple  of practice swings overthere.

  All right.

  Good, now tryto 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 reallyfast.

  Wait, open your hands up  a little more.

  - Like that?  - Right.

  Listen, Rose, I trustyou.

  Go!