13 metres. You should see it.
Okay. Take her up and over the bow rail.
Okay, Mir 2, we're going over the bow. Stay with us.
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.
You are so full of shit, boss !
Dive six - here we are again on the deck of Titanic.
2½ miles down, 3,821 metres.
The pressure outside is 31/2 tons per square inch.
These windows are nine inches thick.
If they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds.
All right. Enough of that bullshit.
Put her down on the roof of the officers' quarters.
Sure.
Okay, Mir 2.
We've landed on the grand staircase. You guys set to launch ?
Yeah. Launching Dunkin now. Go, Charlie.
- Tether out. - Tether out.
Okay, Brock, we're dropping down along the hull.
Roger that. Okay, drop down and go into the first-class gangway door.
I want you guys working the ''D'' deck, reception and the dining saloon.
Copy that.
- Tether out. - Tether out.
- Now left. - I'm coming left.
Snoop Dog is on the move.
We're headed down the stairwell.
Okay, Lewis. Drop down to "B" deck.
Okay. "A" deck.
Give me some rope, Captain.
"B" deck. Get in there.
Watch the doorframe.
I see it. I got it.
We're good... Just chill, boss.
Make your turn.
- Cable out, Captain. - Make your turn.
Brock, we're at the piano. You copy ?
Okay, copy that.
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 !
That's Hockley's bed.
That's where the son of a bitch slept.
Somebody left the water running.
Hold it. Go back to the right.
That wardrobe door... Get closer.
- You smelling something, boss ? - I wanna see what's under it.
Gimme my hands, man.
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... Are you seeing this, boss ?
It's payday, boys.
Ka-ching !
We did it, Bobby !
Oh, yeah ! Who's the man !
Who's the best, baby ?
Say it, say it.
You are, Lewis.
- Bobby, my cigar. - Right here.
Okay, crack her open.
- Let me get around. Hang on. - You getting it ?
Shit.
No diamond.
You know, boss,
the same thing happened to Geraldo, and his career never recovered.
Turn the camera off.
Brock, the partners would like to know how it's going.
Hey, Dave. Barry. Hi. Look, it wasn't in the safe, but hey
don't worry about it. There's plenty of places it could be.
The floor debris, the mother's room...
- Purser's safe on "C" deck. - Jimmy Hoffa's briefcase.
A dozen other places.
You've got to trust my instincts. I know we're close.
We just got to go through a process of elimination.
Hang on a second.
Let me see that.
We might have something here, guys.
Where's the photo of the necklace ?
- We'll call you right back. - Holy...
I'll be goddamned.
Treasure hunter Brock Lovett is best known for finding Spanish gold...
It's okay. I'll feed you in a minute.
He's chartered a Russian sub to reach the most famous wreck of all: Titanic.
He's with us live via satellite from the Keldysh in the North Atlantic.
- Hello, Brock. - Hello, Tracy.
Everyone knows the stories of Titanic,
the nobility, the band playing and all that.
I'm interested in the untold stories, the secrets deep inside the hull.
We're using robot technology to go further into the wreck
than anybody's ever done before.
You're at the centre of a controversy
over salvage rights, and ethics. Many are calling you a grave robber.
Nobody called the recovery of King Tut "grave robbing".
- What is it ? - Turn that up, dear.
I have museum-trained experts here
making sure these relics are treated properly.
Look at this drawing 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 ?
I'll be goddamned.
Brock ! There's a satellite call for you.
Bobby, we're launching. You see these submersibles going in ?
Trust me, buddy. You wanna take this call.
This better be good.
You gotta speak up. She's kinda old.
Great.
This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs... ?
Calvert. Rose Calvert.
Mrs Calvert ?
I was just wondering if you'd found the "Heart of the Ocean", Mr Lovett.
I said 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.
She's a goddamned liar ! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity !
God only knows why ! Like that Russian babe, Anaesthesia !
They're inbound !
Rose DeWitt Bukater died on Titanic when she was 17.
Right.
If she'd lived, she'd be over 100 by now.
101 next month.
So she's a very old goddamned liar !
I've done the background on this woman
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.
She marries a guy named Calvert. They move to Cedar Rapids and have kids.
Now Calvert's dead, and Cedar Rapids, too.
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 ?
Mrs Calvert, I'm Brock Lovett.
Welcome to the Keldysh.
Let's get her inside.
Hi, Ms Calvert.
- Hi. - Welcome to the Keldysh.
Hey.
Hey !
Yes ?
- Are your staterooms all right ? - Very nice.
Have you met my granddaughter Lizzy ?
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.
Is there anything you'd like ?
Yes.
I would like to see my drawing.
Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone, the Blue Diamond of the Crown,
which disappeared in 1792.
About that time old Louis lost everything, from the neck up.
The theory goes that the Crown Diamond was chopped, too.
Recut into a heart shape that became known as "The Heart of the Ocean".
Today it'd 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 l 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 imagine someone named Hockley.
Nathan Hockley, that's right.
Pittsburgh steel tycoon.
The claim was for a 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."
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.
Are you ready to go back to Titanic ?
Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right ?
She bumps along, punching holes along the side, below the waterline.
Then the forward compartments start to flood.
As the water rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads
which 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 she's got her whole ass up in the air. A big ass.
We're talking 20,000, 30,000 tons, okay ?
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.
As the bow sinks it pulls the stern vertical
and then finally detaches.
The stern section bobs there like a cork for a few minutes,
floods, and finally goes under about 2.20am.
Two hours and 40 minutes after the collision.
The bow section planes away, landing about half a mile away,
going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor.
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 ?
- I'm taking her to rest. - No.
- Come on, Nana. - No !
Tape recorder.
Tell us, Rose.
It's been 84 years.
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.
All third-class passengers
with a forward berth,
this way, please. This queue. Right here.
Big boat, uh ?
- Daddy, it's a ship. - You're right.
Why all the fuss ? It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania.
You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic.
It's 100 feet longer
and far more luxurious.
Your daughter is difficult to impress, Ruth.
So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
God himself could not sink this ship.
Sir, you have to check your baggage through the main terminal.
I put my faith in you, good sir. Now kindly see my man.
Yes, sir. My pleasure, sir.
Right.
All the trunks from that car there,
12 from here, and the safe,
to the Parlour Suite, rooms B52, 54, 56.
Ladies...
Better hurry.
- My coat ? - I have it, miss.
All third-class passengers queue here for health inspection.
Chin up.
Welcome aboard, ma'am. Welcome to Titanic.
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.
Jack, you are pazzo. You bet everything we have.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You moron. I can't believe you bet our tickets.
Sven ?
All right... moment of truth.
Somebody's life's about to change.
Fabrizio ?
Niente.
Olaf ?
Nothing.
Sven ?
Uh-oh. Two pair.
I'm sorry, Fabrizio.
"Sorry" ? You bet all the money !
I'm sorry. You're not gonna see your mom for a long time.
Cos we're going to America ! Full house, boys !
Whoa !
Yeah !
Dio mio, grazie !
Come on !
Figlio di puttana !
I'm going home !
I go to America !
No, mate.
Titanic go to America, in five minutes.
Come on ! Come on, here !
Andiamo !
We're riding in high style now ! We're a couple of swells !
Practically goddamn royalty, ragazzo mio !
You see, it's my destino !
I go to America to be millionario !
Whoa ! Whoa !
Bastardo !
- You're pazzo ! - Maybe, but I've got the tickets !
Come on, I thought you were fast !
- Aspetta ! - Wait ! Hey, wait !
We're passengers ! Passengers !
- Have you been through the inspection ? - Of course !
Anyway, we don't have lice. We're Americans.
Right. Come aboard.
We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world !
Goodbye !
- You know somebody ? - That's not the point.
- Goodbye ! I'll miss you ! - Goodbye ! I will never forget you !
Go left, darling.
G60, G60...
Excuse me, ma'am.
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 ?
Where's Sven ?
This is your private deck, sir. Would you be requiring anything ?
- Mm-mm. - Excuse me.
- This one ? - 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 colour in this room.
Put it in there, in the wardrobe.
God, not those finger paintings again !
Waste of money !
The difference between Cal's taste 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. Trust me.
- Put the Degas in the bedroom. - At least they were cheap.
Put it in the wardrobe.
At Cherbourg, a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown.
We all called her Molly.
History would call her "The Unsinkable Molly Brown".
I wasn't about to wait all day, sonny. Here, think you can manage ?
Her husband had struck gold someplace out west
and she was what Mother called "new money".
By next afternoon we were steaming west from the coast of lreland
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.
All ahead full.
All ahead full !
Come on, lads. Step lively.
Let's stoke them right up ! We're going full ahead !
21 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 !
Whoo !
I can see the Statue of Liberty already !
Very small, of course.
I'm the king of the world !
She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man
in all history.
Our master shipbuilder, Mr Andrews,
designed her.
I knocked her together
but the idea was Mr Ismay's.
He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale
that its supremacy would never be challenged.
And here she is
willed into solid reality.
Hear, hear.
Salmon.
You know I don't like that, Rose.
She knows.
We'll both have the lamb, rare, with very little mint sauce.
You like lamb, right, sweet pea ?
Are you gonna cut her meat for her, too, Cal ?
Hey, who thought of the name "Titanic" ? Was it you, Bruce ?
Yes, actually.
I wanted to convey sheer size, and the size means stability,
luxury, and, above all, strength.
Do you know of Dr Freud, Mr Ismay ?
His ideas about male preoccupation with size might interest you.
- What's gotten into you ? - Excuse me.
I do apologise.
She's a pistol, Cal. Hope you can handle her.
Well, I may have to start minding what she reads, Mrs Brown.
Freud... who is he ? ls he a passenger ?
..turns the propeller,
makes these waves,
makes them spin.
The ship is nice, uh ?
- Yeah, it's an Irish ship. - Is English, no ?
No, it was built in Ireland. 15,000 Irishmen built this ship.
That's typical.
First-class dogs come down here to take a shite.
It lets us know where we rank.
Like we could forget ?
I'm Tommy Ryan.
- Jack Dawson. - 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.
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.
Don't do it.
Stay back.
Don't come any closer.
Come on.
- Gimme your hand. I'll pull you back. - 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.
Well, you would've 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.
But I'm more concerned about that water being so cold.
How cold ?
Freezing. Maybe a couple of degrees over.
You ever, uh...
Ever been to Wisconsin ?
What ?
They have some of the coldest winters.
I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls.
When I was a kid, me and my father went ice fishing
out on Lake Wissota.
Ice fishing is where you...
I know what ice fishing is !
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.
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'm 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.
Come on.
Come on, gimme your hand.
You don't wanna do this.
Whew !
I'm Jack Dawson.
Rose DeWitt Bukater.
I'll have to get you to write that down !
Come on.
I got you ! Come on !
Come on !
Help ! Please !
- Please help me ! - Listen ! Listen to me !
I've got you. I won't let go.
Now pull yourself up. Come on !
Come on.
That's right.
You can do it.
I got you.
What's all this ?
You stand back ! And don't move an inch !
Fetch the master-at-arms !
Care for a brandy ?
This is completely unacceptable !
How dare you 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...
the, uh...
- Propellers ? - Propellers. And I slipped.
I would have gone overboard, but Mr Dawson here saved me
and almost went over himself.
- She wanted to see the propellers ! - Women and machinery do not mix.
Was that the way of it ?
Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it.
The boy's a hero, then. Good for you, son. Well done.
So it's all's well, and, uh...
back to our brandy, eh ?
Look at you. You must be freezing. Let's get you inside.
Perhaps a little something for the boy ?
Of course.
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.
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. - Mmm.
Can I, uh... bum a smoke ?
You'll want to tie those.
It's interesting.
The young lady slips so suddenly
and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.
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 !
A reminder of my feelings for you.
Is it a... ?
Diamond ? Yes.
56 carats to be exact.
It was worn by Louis XVI, and they called it "Le Coeur de la Mer".
The Heart of the Ocean.
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.
Well, I've been on my own since I was 15, since my folks died.