| CUT TO:
160 INT. B-DECK FOYER / CORRIDOR
Jack and Rose cross the foyer, entering the corridor.
Lovejoy is waiting for them in the hall as they approach the room. |
| LOVEJOY: |
We've been looking for you miss. |
| Lovejoy follows and, unseen, moves
close behind Jack and smoothly slips the diamond necklace into the pocket
of his overcoat.
CUT TO:
161 INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE
Cal and Ruth wait in the sitting room, along with
the Master at Arms and two stewards (Steward #1 and Barnes). Silence as Rose
and Jack enter. Ruth closes her robe at her throat when she sees Jack. |
| ROSE: |
Something serious has happened. |
| CAL: |
That's right. Two things dear to me have disappeared this evening.
Now that one is back...
... I have a pretty good idea where to
fine the other.
(to Master at Arms)
Search him. |
| The Master at Arms steps up to
Jack. |
| MASTER AT ARMS: |
Coat off, mate. |
| Lovejoy pulls at Jack's coat and
Jack shakes his head in dismay, shrugging out of it. The Master at Arms pats
him down. |
| JACK: |
This
is horseshit. |
| ROSE: |
Cal,
you can't be serious! We're in the middle of an emergency and you-- |
| Steward Barnes pulls the Heart
of the Ocean out of the pocket of Jack's coat. |
| STEWARD BARNES: |
Is
this it? |
| Rose is stunned. Needless to say,
so is Jack. |
| CAL: |
That's
it. |
| MASTER AT ARMS: |
Right then. Now don't make a fuss. |
| He starts to handcuff Jack. |
| JACK: |
Don't you believe it, Rose. Don't! |
| ROSE: |
(uncertain)
He couldn't have. |
| CAL: |
Of course he could. Easy enough for a professional.
He memorized the combination when you opened the safe. |
| FLASHBACK: Rose at the safe, looking
in the mirror and meeting Jack's eyes as he stands behind her, watching. |
| ROSE: |
But I was with him the whole time. |
| CAL: |
(just to her, low and cold)
Maybe he did it while you were putting your clothes
back on. |
| JACK: |
They put it in my pocket! |
| LOVEJOY: |
(holding Jack's coat)
It's not even your pocket, son.
(reading)
"Property of A. L. Ryerson". |
| Lovejoy shows the coat to the Master
at Arms. There is a label inside the collar with the owner's name. |
| MASTER AT ARMS: |
That was reported stolen today. |
| JACK: |
I was going to return it! Rose-- |
| Rose feels utterly betrayed, hurt
and confused. She shrinks away from him. He starts shouting to her as Lovejoy
and the Master at Arms drag him out into the hall. She can't look him in
the eye. |
| JACK: |
Rose, don't listen to them... I didn't do this! You
know I didn't! You know it! |
| She is devastated. Her mother lays
a comforting hand on her shoulder as the tears well up. |
| RUTH: |
Why do women believe men? |
| CUT TO:
162 INT. MAIL SORTING ROOM / HOLD
Smith and Andrews come down the steps to the Mail
Sorting Room and finds the clerks scrambling to pull mail from the racks.
They are furiously hauling wet sacks of mail up from the hold below.
Andrews climbs partway down the stairs to the
hold, which is almost full. Sacks of mail float everywhere. The lights are
still on below the surface, casting an eerie glow. The Renault is visible
under the water, the brass glinting cheerfully. Andrews looks down as the
water covers his shoe, and scrambles back up the stairs.
CUT TO:
163 INT. BRIDE / CHARTROOM
Andrews unrolls a big drawing of the ship across
the chartroom table. It is a side elevation, showing all the watertight
bulkheads. His hands are shaking. Murdoch and Ismay hover behind Andrews
and the Captain. |
| ISMAY: |
When can we get underway, do you think? |
| Smith glares at him and turns his
attention to Andrews' drawing. The builder points to it for emphasis as he
talks. |
| ANDREWS: |
Water 14 feet above the keel in ten minutes... in the
forepeak... in all three holds... and in boiler room six. |
| SMITH: |
That's right. |
| ANDREWS: |
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. |
| SMITH: |
The pumps-- |
| ANDREWS: |
The pumps buy you time... but minutes only. From this
moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder. |
| ISMAY: |
But this ship can't sink! |
| ANDREWS: |
She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And
she will. It is a mathematical certainty. |
| Smith looks like he has been
gutpunched. |
| SMITH: |
How much time? |
| ANDREWS: |
An hour, two at most. |
| Ismay reels as his dream turns into
his worst nightmare. |
| SMITH: |
And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch? |
| MURDOCH: |
Two thousand two hundred souls aboard, sir. |
| A long beat. Smith turns to his
employer. |
| SMITH: |
I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay. |
| CUT TO:
164 EXT. BOAT DECK
Andrews is striding along the boat deck, as seamen
and officers scurry to uncover the boats. Steam is venting from pipes on
the funnels overhead, and the din is horrendous. Speech is difficult adding
to the crew's level of disorganization. Andrews sees some men fumbling with
the mechanism of one of the Wellin davits and yells to them over the roar
of steam. |
| ANDREWS: |
Turn to the right! Pull the falls taut before you unchock.
Have you never had a boat drill? |
| SEAMAN: |
No sir! Not with these new davits, sir. |
| He looks around, disgusted as the
crew fumble with the davits, and the tackle for the "falls"... the ropes
which are used to lower the boats. A few passengers are coming out on deck,
hesitantly in the noise and bitter cold.
CUT TO:
165 INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE
From inside the sitting room they can hear knocking
and voices in the corridor. |
| RUTH: |
I had better go dress. |
| Ruth exits and Hockley crosses to
Rose. He regards her coldly for a moment, then SLAPS her across the
face. |
| CAL: |
It is a little slut, isn't it? |
| To Rose the blow is inconsequential
compared to the blow her heart has been given. Cal grabs her shoulders
roughly. |
| CAL: |
Look at me, you little-- |
| There is a loud knock on the door
and an urgent voice. The door opens and their steward puts his head in. |
| STEWARD BARNES: |
Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your
lifebelt, and come up to the boat deck. |
| CAL: |
Get out. We're busy. |
| The steward persists, coming in to
get the lifebelts down from the top of a dresser. |
| STEWARD BARNES: |
I'm sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Hockley, but
it's Captain's orders. Please dress warmly, it's quite cold tonight.
(he hands a lifebelt to Rose)
Not to worry, miss, I'm sure it's just a
precaution. |
| CAL: |
This is ridiculous. |
| In the corridor outside the stewards
are being so polite and obsequious they are conveying no sense of danger
whatsoever. However, it's another story in...
CUT TO:
166 INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT
BLACKNESS. Then BANG! The door is thrown open and
the lights snapped on by a steward. The Cartmell family rouses from a sound
sleep. |
| STEWARD#2: |
Lifebelts on. Lifebelts on. Everybody up, come on. Lifebelts
on... |
| People come out of the doors behind
the steward, perplexed. In the foreground a SYRIAN WOMAN asks her husband
what was said. He shrugs.
CUT TO:
167 INT. WIRELESS ROOM
ON PHILLIPS, looking shocked. |
| PHILLIPS: |
CQD, sir? |
| SMITH: |
That's right. The distress call. CQD. Tell whoever responds
that we are going down by the head and need immediate assistance. |
| Smith hurries out. |
| PHILLIPS: |
Blimey. |
| BRIDE: |
Maybe you ought to try that new distress call...
S.O.S.
(grinning)
It may be our only chance to use it. |
| Phillips laughs in spite of himself
and starts sending history's first S.O.S. Dit dit dit, da da da, dit dit
dit... over and over.
CUT TO:
168 EXT. BOAT DECK
Thomas Andrews looks around in amazement. The
deck is empty except for thecrew fumbling with the davits. He yells over
the roar of the steam to First Officer Murdoch. |
| ANDREWS: |
Where are all the passengers? |
| MURDOCH: |
They've all gone back inside. Too damn cold and noisy
for them. |
| Andrews feels like he is in a bad
dream. He looks at his pocketwatch and heads for the foyer entrance.
CUT TO:
169 INT. A-DECK FOYER
A large number of First Class passengers have gathered
near the staircase.They are getting indignant about the confusion. Molly
Brown snags a passing YOUNG STEWARD. |
| MOLLY: |
What's doing, sonny? You've got us all trussed up and
now we're cooling our heels. |
| The young steward backs away, actually
stumbling on the stairs. |
| YOUNG STEWARD: |
Sorry, mum. Let me go and find out. |
| The jumpy piano rhythm of "Alexander's
Ragtime Band" comes out of the first class lounge a few yards away. Band
leader WALLACE HARTLEY has assembled some of his men on Captain's orders,
to allay panic.
Hockley's entourage comes up to the A-deck foyer.
Cal is carrying the lifebelts, almost as an afterthought. Rose is like a
sleepwalker. |
| CAL: |
It's just the God damned English doing everything by
the book. |
| RUTH: |
There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley.
(to Trudy)
Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it won't
be too cold when we get back. |
| Thomas Andrews enters, looking around
the magnificent room, which he knows is doomed. Rose, standing nearby, sees
his heartbroken expression. She walks over to him and Cal goes after
her. |
| ROSE: |
I saw the iceberg, Mr. Andrews. And I see it in your
eyes. Please tell me the truth. |
| ANDREWS: |
The ship will sink. |
| ROSE: |
You're certain? |
| ANDREWS: |
Yes. In an hour or so... all this... will be at the
bottom of the Atlantic. |
| CAL: |
My God. |
| Now it is Cal's turn to look stunned.
The Titanic? Sinking? |
| ANDREWS: |
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? |
| ROSE: |
Yes, I understand. Thank you. |
| Andrews goes off, moving among the
passengers and urging them to put on their lifebelts and get to the
boats.
CUT TO:
170 INT. MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE
Lovejoy and the Master at Arms are handcuffing
Jack to a 4" WATER PIPE as a crewman rushes in anxiously and almost blurts
to the Master at Arms-- |
| CREWMAN: |
You're wanted by the Purser, sir. Urgently. |
| LOVEJOY: |
Go on. I'll keep an eye on him. |
| Lovejoy pulls a pearl handled Colt
.45 automatic from under his coat. The Master at Arms nods and tosses the
handcuff key to Lovejoy, then exits with the crewman. Lovejoy flips the key
in the air. Catches it.
CUT TO:
171 INT. BRIDGE
Junior Wireless Operator Bride is relaying a message
to Captain Smith from the CUNARD LINER CARPATHIA. |
| BRIDE: |
Carpathia says they're making 17 knots, full steam for
them, sir. |
| SMITH: |
And she's the only one who's responding? |
| BRIDE: |
The only one close, sir. She says they can be here in
four hours. |
| SMITH: |
Four hours! |
| The enormity of it hits Smith like
a sledgehammer blow. |
| SMITH: |
Thank you, Bride. |
| He turns as Bride exits, and looks
out onto the blackness. |
| SMITH: |
(to himself)
My God. |
| CUT TO:
172 EXT. BOAT DECK - NIGHT
Lightoller has his boats swung out. He is standing
amidst a crowd of uncertain passengers in all states of dress and undress.
One first class woman is barefoot. Others are in stockings. The maŒtre
of the restaurant is in top hat and overcoat. Others are still in evening
dress, while some are in bathrobes and kimonos. Women are wearing lifebelts
over velvet gowns, then topping it with stable soles. Some brought jewels,
others books, even small dogs.
Lightoller sees Smith walking stiffly toward
him and quickly goes to him. He yells into the Captain's ear, through cupped
hands, over the roar of the steam... |
| LIGHTOLLER: |
Hadn't we better get the women and children into the
boats, sir? |
| Smith just nods, a bit abstractly.
The fire has gone out of him. Lightoller sees the awesome truth in Smith's
face. |
| LIGHTOLLER: |
(to the men)
Right! Start the loading. Women and children! |
| The appalling din of escaping steam
abruptly cuts off, leaving a sudden unearthly silence in which Lightoller's
voice echoes.
ON WALLACE HARTLEY raising his violin to
play. |
| HARTLEY: |
Number
26. Ready and-- |
| The band has reassembled just outside
the First Class Entrance, port side, near where Lightoller is calling for
the boats to be loaded. They strike up a waltz, lively and elegant. The music
wafts all over the ship. |
| LIGHTOLLER: |
Ladies,
please. Step into the boat. |
| Finally one woman steps across
the gap, into the boat, terrified of the drop to the water far below. |
| WOMAN IN CROWD: |
You
watch. They'll put us off in these silly little boats to freeze, and we'll
all be back on board by breakfast. |
| Cal, Rose and Ruth come out of
the doors near the band. |
| RUTH: |
My brooch,
I left my brooch. I must have it! |
| She turns back to go to her room
but Cal takes her by the arm, refusing to let her go. The firmness of his
hold surprises her. |
| CAL: |
Stay
here, Ruth. |
| Ruth sees his expression, and knows
fear for the first time.
CUT TO:
173 INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT/CORRIDORS
AND STAIRWELL
It is chaos, with stewards pushing their way
through narrow corridors clogged with people carrying suitcases, duffel bags,
children. Some have lifebelts on, others don't. |
| STEWARD #2: |
(to Steward #3) I
told the stupid sods no luggage. Aw, bloody hell! |
| He throws up his hand at the sight
of a family, loaded down with cases and bags, completely blocking the
corridor.
Fabrizio and Tommy push past the stewards, going
the other way. They reach a huge crowd gathered at the bottom of the MAIN
3RD CLASS STAIRWELL. Fabrizio spots Helga with the rest of the Dahl family,
standing patiently with suitcases in hand. He reaches her and she grins,
hugging him.
Tommy pushes to where he can see what's holding
up the group. There is a steel gate across the top of the stairs, with several
stewards and seamen on the other side. |
| STEWARD: |
Stay
calm, please. It's not time to go up to the boats yet. |
| Near Tommy, an IRISHWOMAN stands
stoically with two small children and their battered luggage. |
| LITTLE BOY: |
What
are we doing, mummy? |
| WOMAN: |
We're
just waiting, dear. When they finish putting First Class people in the boats,
they'll be startin' with us, and we'll want to be all ready, won't we? |
| CUT TO:
174 EXT. STARBOARD SIDE
Boat 7 is less than half full, with 28 aboard
a boat made for 65. |
| MURDOCH: |
Lower
away! By the left and right together, steady lads! |
| The boat lurches as the falls start
to pay out through the pulley blocks. The women gasp. The boat descends,
swaying and jerking, toward the water 60 feet below. The passengers are
terrified.
CUT TO:
175 EXT. / INT. TITANIC HULL AND MASTER AT
ARMS OFFICE
TRACKING along the rows of portholes angling down
into the water. Under the surface, they glow green. PUSHING IN on one porthole
which is have submerged. Inside we see Jack, looking apprehensively at the
water rising up the glass.
INSIDE THE MASTER AT ARMS' OFFICE Jack sits chained
to the waterpipe, next to the porthole. Lovejoy sits on the edge of a desk.
He puts a .45 bullet on the desk and watches it roll across and fall off.
He picks up the bullet.. |
| LOVEJOY: |
You
know... I believe this ship may sink.
(crosses to
Jack) I've been asked to
give you this small token of our appreciation. |
| He punches Jack hard in the stomach,
knocking the wind out of him. |
| LOVEJOY: |
Compliments
of Mr. Caledon Hockley. |
| Lovejoy flips the handcuff key in
the air, catches it and puts it in his pocket. He exits. Jack is left gasping,
handcuffed to the pipe. CUT TO:
176 EXT. BOAT DECK / STARBOARD SIDE,
FORWARD
At the stairwell rail on the bridge wing, Fourth
Officer Boxhall and Quartermaster Rowe light the first distress rocket. It
shoots into the sky and EXPLODES with a thunderclap over the ship, sending
out white starbursts which light up the entire deck as they fall.
WHIP PAN off the starbursts to Ismay. The Managing
Director of White Star Line is cracking. Already at the breaking point from
his immense guilt, the rocket panics him. He starts shouting at the officers
struggling with the falls of BOAT 5. |
| ISMAY: |
There
is no time to waste!
(yelling and waving
his arms) Lower away! Lower
away! Lower away! |
| FIFTH OFFICER LOWE, a baby-faced
28, and the youngest officer, looks up from the tangled falls at the
madman. |
| LOWE: |
Get
out of the way, you fool! |
| ISMAY: |
Do you
know who I am? |
| Lowe, not having a clue nor caring,
squares up to Ismay. |
| LOWE: |
You're
a passenger. And I'm a ship's bloody officer. Now do what you're told!
(turning away)
Steady men! Stand by the
falls! |
| ISMAY: |
(numbly, backing away)
Yes, quite right. Sorry. |
| CUT TO:
177 EXT. BOAT DECK / PORT SIDE
SECOND OFFICER LIGHTOLLER is loading the boat nearest
Cal and Rose... Boat 6. |
| LIGHTOLLER: |
Women
and children only! Sorry sir, no men yet. |
| Another rocket bursts overhead, lighting
the crowd. Startled faces turn upward. Fear now in the eyes.
DANIEL MARVIN has his Biograph camera set up, cranking
away... hoping to get an exposure off the rocket's light. he has Mary posed
in front of the scene at the boats. |
| MARVIN: |
You're
afraid, darling. Scared to death. That's it! |
| Either she suddenly learned to act
or she is petrified.
ROSE watches the farewells taking pace right in
front of her as they step closer to the boat. Husbands saying goodbye to
wives and children. Lovers and friends parted. Nearby MOLLY is getting a
reluctant woman to board the boat. |
| MOLLY: |
Come
on, you heard the man. Get in the boat, sister. |
| RUTH: |
Will
the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too
crowded-- |
| ROSE: |
Oh,
Mother shut up!
(Ruth freezes, mouth
open) 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. |
| CAL: |
Not
the better half. |
| PUSH IN ON ROSE'S FACE as it hits
her like a thunderbolt. Jack is third class. He doesn't stand a chance. Another
rocket bursts overhead, bathing her face in white light. |
| ROSE: |
You
unimaginable bastard. |
| MOLLY: |
Come
on, Ruth, get in the boat. These are the first class seats right up here.
That's it. |
| Molly practically hands her over
to Lightoller, then looks around for some other women who might need a
push. |
| MOLLY: |
Come
on, Rose. You're next, darlin'. |
| Rose steps back, shaking her
head. |
| RUTH: |
Rose,
get in the boat! |
| ROSE: |
Goodbye,
mother. |
| Ruth, standing in the tippy lifeboat,
can do nothing. Cal grabs Rose's arm but she pulls free and walks away through
the crowd. Cal catches up to Rose and grabs her again, roughly. |
| CAL: |
Where
are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to that gutter rat? |
| ROSE: |
I'd
rather be his whore than your wife. |
| He clenches his jaw and squeezes
her arm viciously, pulling her back toward the lifeboat. Rose pulls out a
hairpin and jabs him with it. he lets go with a curse and she runs into the
crowd. |
| LIGHTOLLER: |
Lower
away!! |
| RUTH: |
Rose!
ROSE!! |
| MOLLY: |
Stuff
a sock in it, would ya, Ruth. She'll be along. |
| The boat lurches downward as the
falls are paid out.
TRACKING WITH ROSE, as she runs through the clusters
of people. She looks back and a furious Cal is coming after her. She runs
breathlessly up to two proper looking men. |
| ROSE: |
That
man tried to take advantage of me in the crowd! |
| Appalled, they turn to see Cal running
toward them. Rose runs on as the two men grab Cal, restraining him. She runs
through the First Class entrance.
Cal breaks free and runs after her. He reaches
the entrance, but runs into a knot of people coming out. He pushes rudely
through them...
CUT TO:
178 INT. BOAT DECK FOYER / STAIRCASE / A-DECK
FOYER
Cal runs in, and down to the landing, pushing
past the gentlemen and ladies who are filling up the stairs. He scans the
A-deck foyer. Rose is gone.
CUT TO:
179 EXT. OCEAN / TITANIC / BOAT 6
The hull of Titanic looms over Boat 6 like a cliff.
Its enormous mass is suddenly threatening to those in the tiny boat.
Quartermaster Hitchins, at the tiller, wants nothing but to get away from
the ship. Unfortunately his two seamen can't row. They flail like a duck
with a broken wing. |
| HITCHINS: |
Keep
pulling... away from the ship. Pull. |
| MOLLY: |
Ain't
you boys ever rowed before? Here, gimme those oars. I'll show ya how it's
done. |
| Around them the evacuation is in
full swing, with boats in the water, others being lowered. |
