screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
Do you love him?
Pardon me?
Do you love him?
You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
It's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
This is not a suitable conversation.
Why can't you just answer the question?
This is absurd.
You don't know me and I don't know you...
and we are not having this conversation at all.
You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous...
and I am leaving now.
Jack, Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure.
I sought you out to thank you and now I have thanked you...
And you've insulted me.
Well, you deserved it.
- Right. - Right.
- I thought you were leaving. - I am.
You are so annoying.
Wait, I don't have to leave.
This is my part of the ship. You leave.
Well, well, well! Now who's being rude?
What is this stupid thing you're carrying around?
So, what are you, an artist or something?
These are rather good.
They're very good, actually.
Jack, this is exquisite work.
They didn't think too much of them in old Paris.
Paris?
You do get around for a...
A person of limited means.
Go on, a poor guy. You can say it.
Well, well, well.
And these were drawn from life?
That's one of the good things about Paris.
Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.
You liked this woman.
You used her several times.
She had beautiful hands, you see?
I think you must have had a love affair with her.
No. Just with her hands.
She was a one-legged prostitute.
See?
She had a good sense of humor, though.
And this lady...
she used to sit at this bar every night...
wearing every piece of jewelry she owned...
just waiting for her long lost love.
We called her Madame Bijoux.
See, her clothes are all moth-eaten.
Well, you have a gift, Jack.
You do.
- You see people. - I see you.
And?
You wouldn't have jumped.
But the purpose of university is to find a suitable husband.
Rose has already done that.
Look, here comes that vulgar Brown woman.
Quickly, get up before she sits with us.
Hello, girls. I was hoping I'd catch you at tea.
We're awfully sorry. You missed it.
The Countess and I were just off to take the air on the boat deck.
What a lovely idea. I need to catch up on my gossip.
Countess.
You've not yet lit the last four boilers?
No, I don't see the need.
We are making excellent time.
The press knows the size of Titanic.
Now, I want them to marvel at her speed.
We must give them something new to print.
This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines.
Mr. Ismay...
I would prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in.
Of course, I'm just a passenger.
I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best.
But what a glorious end to your final crossing...
if we were to get into New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all.
Make the morning papers.
Retire with a bang, eh, E. J?
Good man.
After that, I worked on a squid boat in Monterey...
then I went down to Los Angeles to the pier in Santa Monica...
and started doing portraits there for 10 cents apiece.
Why can't I be like you, Jack?
Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it.
Say we'll go there sometime, to that pier...
even if we only ever just talk about it.
No, we'll do it. We'll drink cheap beer...
we'll ride on the roller coaster till we throw up.
Then we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf.
But you'll have to do it like a real cowboy, none of that sidesaddle stuff.
- You mean, one leg on each side? - Yeah.
- Can you show me? - Sure, if you like.
Teach me to ride like a man.
And chew tobacco like a man.
And spit like a man.
What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
No.
Come on, I'll show you. Let's do it.
I'll show you how, come on.
- Jack, no. - Come on.
- No. Wait, Jack. - Come on.
No, Jack. I couldn't possibly, Jack.
Watch closely.
That's disgusting.
All right, your turn.
That was pitiful. Come on, you really gotta hawk it back.
Get some leverage to it, use your arms...
arc your neck.
You see the range on that thing?
Okay, go.
- That was better. You got to work on it. - Really?
Really try to hawk it up and get some body to it. You gotta...
Mother.
May I introduce Jack Dawson?
Charmed, I'm sure.
The others were gracious and curious...
about the man who'd saved my life.
But my mother looked at him like an insect.
A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.
Jack, sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot.
Why do they always insist on announcing dinner...
like a damn cavalry charge?
Shall we go dress, Mother?
See you at dinner, Jack.
Son?
Son!
Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're doing?
Not really.
You're about to go into the snake pit.
What are you planning to wear?
I figured. Come on.
I was right.
You and my son are just about the same size.
Pretty close.
You shine up like a new penny.
Good evening, sir.
There are several thousand tons of Hockley steel in this very ship.
- Which part? - All the right ones, of course.
Then we'll know who to hold accountable if there's a problem.
- Where's my daughter? - She'll be along.
There is the Countess.
- Hello, my dear. - Good evening, Cal.
So good to see you.
I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.
I'll see you at dinner.
Darling...
surely you remember Mr. Dawson.
Dawson.
That's amazing.
You could almost pass for a gentleman.
Almost.
Extraordinary.
My dear, it's delightful to see you.
What a remarkable voyage this is.
- It's mad, isn't it? - Completely lunatic.
There's the Countess of Rothes.
And that's John Jacob Astor...
the richest man on the ship.
His little wifey there, Madeleine, is my age, and in a delicate condition.
See how she's trying to hide it?
Quite the scandal.
And that's Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress, Madame Aubert.
Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with the children, of course.
And over here, we have Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady Duff-Gordon.
She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents.
Very popular with the royals.
Congratulations, Hockley. She's splendid.
Why, thank you.
- Care to escort a lady to dinner? - Certainly.
Sweet pea?
Ain't nothing to it, is there, Jack? Remember, they love money.
So just pretend like you own a gold mine and you're in the club.
Hey, Astor.
Hello, Molly, nice to see you.
J.J., Madeleine, I'd like you to meet Jack Dawson.
- How do you do? - Pleasure.
Well, Jack...
are you of the Boston Dawsons?
No, the Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.
Oh, yes.
He must have been nervous, but he never faltered.
They assumed he was one of them.
Heir to a railroad fortune, perhaps.
New money, obviously, but still a member of the club.
Mother, of course, could always be counted upon.
Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson.
I hear they're quite good on this ship.
The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.
Mr. Dawson is joining us from the third class.
He was of some assistance to my fiancée last night.
It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist.
He was kind enough to show me some of his work today.
Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art.
Not to impugn your work, sir.
Are these all for me?
Just start from the outside and work your way in.
He knows every rivet in her, don't you, Thomas?
Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly.
Thank you, Rose.
How do you take your caviar, sir?
No caviar for me, thanks.
Never did like it much.
And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
Right now, my address is the RMS Titanic.
After that, I'm on God's good humor.
And how is it you have means to travel?
I work my way from place to place.
You know, tramp steamers and such.
But I won my ticket on Titanic here at a lucky hand at poker.
A very lucky hand.
All life is a game of luck.
A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson?
And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
Yes, ma'am, I do.
I mean, I've got everything I need right here with me.
I got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper.
I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen...
or who I'm gonna meet...
where I'm gonna wind up.
Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now...
here I am on the grandest ship in the world...
having champagne with you fine people.
I'll take some more of that.
I figure life is a gift and I don't intend on wasting it.
You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next.
You learn to take life as it comes at you.
Here you go, Cal.
To make each day count.
- Well said, Jack. - Hear, hear.
To making it count.
To making it count!
Bravo.
But Mr. Brown had no idea I'd hidden the money in the stove.
So he comes home drunk as a pig, celebrating, and he lights a fire.
Bravo.
Next it'll be brandies in the smoking room.
- Join me in a brandy, gentlemen? - What a good idea.
Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other...
on being masters of the universe.
Ladies, thank you for the pleasure of your company.
Rose, may I escort you to the cabin?
No, I'll stay here.
Here you go, Molly.
Joining us, Dawson?
You don't want to stay out here with the women, do you?
- No, thanks, I've got to be heading back. - Probably best.
It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing.
Wouldn't interest you.
But, Dawson...
good of you to come.
Jack, must you go?
Time for me to go row with the other slaves.
Good night, Rose.
So you want to go to a real party?
Is okay if I put my hand here? Okay.
What?
I can't understand you.
I'm going to dance with her now, all right?
Come on.
- What? - Come on.
- Come with me. - Jack! Jack, wait.
I can't do this.
We're gonna have to get a little bit closer, like this.
You're still my best girl, Cora.
- I don't know the steps. - Neither do I, just go with it.
Don't think.
Wait, Jack! Stop!
Stop! Wait!
Jack, no.
...beyond the jurisdiction of the Sherman Act.
So my lawyers will argue.
That's what Rockefeller said, but the Supreme Court is not swallowing it.
What?
You think a first-class girl can't drink?
Get out of here.
You all right?
I'm fine.
Two out of three.
So...
you think you're big tough men?
Let's see you do this.
Hold this for me, Jack. Hold it up.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
- Are you all right? - I haven't done that in years.
Coffee, sir?
I had hoped you would come to me last night.
I was tired.
Your exertions below decks were, no doubt, exhausting.
I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me. How typical.
You will never behave like that again, Rose, do you understand?
I'm not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command.
I'm your fiancée.
My fiancée!
Yes, you are, and my wife!
My wife in practice, if not yet by law. So you will honor me.
You'll honor me the way a wife is required to honor her husband.
Because I will not be made out a fool, Rose.
Is this in any way unclear?
No.
Good. Excuse me.
Miss Rose.
- We had a little accident. - That's all right, Miss Rose.
- Sorry, Trudy. - It's all right.
Let me help you.
It's all right, miss.
- Tea, Trudy. - Yes, ma'am.
You are not to see that boy again. Do you understand me?
Rose, I forbid it.
Stop it, Mother. You'll give yourself a nosebleed.
This is not a game.
Our situation is precarious.
You know the money's gone.
Of course I know it's gone.
You remind me every day.
Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name.
That name is the only card we have to play.
I don't understand you.
It is a fine match with Hockley. It will ensure our survival.
How can you put this on my shoulders?
Why are you being so selfish?
I'm being selfish?
Do you want to see me working as a seamstress?
Is that what you want?
To see our fine things sold at auction?
Our memories scattered to the wind?
It's so unfair.
Of course it's unfair.
We're women.
Our choices are never easy.
Protect them by Thy guarding hand
From every peril on the land
O spirit whom the Father sent
To spread abroad the firmament
O wind of heaven, by Thy might
Save all who dare the eagle's flight
And keep them by Thy watchful
- Hello, Mr. Andrews. - Hello, Jack.
I just need to talk to somebody for a second.
- Sir, you're not supposed to be in here. - I just need to speak to someone.
I was just here last night, you don't remember me?
No, I'm afraid I don't.
- Now, you're gonna have to turn around. - He'll tell you.
I just need to talk...
Mr. Hockley and Mrs. Dewitt Bukater...
continue to be appreciative of your assistance.
They asked me to give you this in gratitude.
I don't want your money. Please. I just...
Also to remind you that you hold a third-class ticket...
and that your presence here is no longer appropriate.
Please, I just wanna speak to Rose for one second.
Gentlemen, please see Mr. Dawson gets back to where he belongs...
and that he stays there.
Yes, sir. Come along, you.
Hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea
And why do you have two steering wheels?
- We really only use this near shore. - Excuse me, sir.
Another ice warning. This one is from the Noordam.
Thank you, Sparks.
Not to worry. Quite normal for this time of year.
In fact, we're speeding up. I've just ordered the last boilers lit.
Okay, son, wind it up tight like I showed you. That's right.
Okay, now, let it go.
That's excellent.
Mr. Andrews, forgive me...
I did the sum in my head...
and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned...
Forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.
About half, actually.
Rose, you miss nothing, do you?
In fact, I put in these new-type davits...
which can take an extra row of boats inside this one.
But it was thought, by some...
the deck would look too cluttered.
So, I was overruled.
It's a waste of deck space as it is in an unsinkable ship.
Sleep soundly, young Rose.
I have built you a good ship, strong and true.
She's all the lifeboat you need.
Keep heading aft. The next stop will be the engine room.
Come on.
Jack, this is impossible. I can't see you.
- I need to talk to you. - No, Jack. No.
Jack, I'm engaged.
I'm marrying Cal.
I love Cal.
Rose, you're no picnic, all right?
You're a spoiled little brat, even.
But under that, you're the most amazingly...
astounding, wonderful girl...
Woman that I've ever known and...
- Jack, I... - No, let me try to get this out.
You're...
I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works.
I've got $10 in my pocket.
I have nothing to offer you and I know that.
I understand.
But I'm too involved now.
You jump, I jump, remember?
I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right.
That's all that I want.
Well, I'm fine.
I'll be fine. Really.
Really?
I don't think so.
They have got you trapped, Rose.
And you're gonna die if you don't break free.
Maybe not right away, because you're strong...
but sooner or later, that fire that I love about you, Rose...
that fire's gonna burn out.
It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
You're right.
Only you can do that.
I'm going back. Leave me alone.
Tell Lucile about the disaster you had with the stationers.
Of course, the invitations had to be sent back, twice.
- Oh, my dear. - And the dreadful bridesmaids' gowns.
Let me tell you, what an odyssey that has been.
Rose decided she wanted lavender. She knows I detest the color.
She did it to spite me.
If only you'd come to me sooner.
Ruth saw some of my designs in La Mode Illustrée...
they were for the trousseau...
of the Duchess of Marlborough's youngest daughter.
we've created something of a phoenix from the ashes.
Hello, Jack.
I changed my mind.
They said you might be up here...
Give me your hand.
Now close your eyes.
Go on.
Now step up.
Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed.
- Don't peek. - I'm not.
Step up onto the rail.
Hold on. Hold on.
Keep your eyes closed.
- Do you trust me? - I trust you.
All right, open your eyes.
I'm flying. Jack.
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up she goes Up she goes
That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight.
We're up to dusk, the night of the sinking.
- Six hours to go. - Incredible.
There's Smith, and he's standing there...
and he's got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand.
Excuse me, his hand, and he's ordering more speed.
Twenty-six years of experience working against him.
He figures anything big enough to sink the ship, they're gonna see in time to turn.
But the ship's too big with too small a rudder.
Doesn't corner worth a damn.
Everything he knows is wrong.
It's quite proper, I assure you. This is the sitting room.
- Will this light do? - What?
Don't artists need good light?
That is true, but I'm not used to working in such horrible conditions.
Monet!
- You know his work? - Of course.
Look at his use of color 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 want you to draw me like one of your French girls.
- Wearing this. - All right.
Wearing only this.
The last thing I need...
is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.
As a paying customer...
I expect to get what I want.
Over on the bed. The couch.
Come. Lie down.
- Tell me when it looks right. - Put your arm back the way it was.
Put that other arm up, that hand right by your face there.
Right.
Now, head down.
Eyes to me, keep them on me.
And try to stay still.
So serious.
I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste.
I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
He does landscapes.
- Just relax your face. - Sorry.
No laughing.
My heart was pounding the whole time.
It was the most erotic moment of my life...
up until then, at least.
So what happened next?
You mean, did we do it?
Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Bodine.
Jack was very professional.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
Will you put this back in the safe for me?
- Gentlemen, would you excuse me? - Sure.
None of the stewards have seen her.
This is absurd. It's a ship.
There's only so many places she could be.
Lovejoy, find her.
- Clear. - Yes.
I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm.
Like a mill pond. Not a breath of wind.
It will make the 'bergs harder to see...
with no breaking water at the base.
Well, I'm off.
Maintain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller.
Yes, sir.
It's getting cold.
- You look nice. - Miss Rose?
My drawings.
Come on, Jack!
- Wait! - Wait!
- Go! - Take us down, quick.
- Go! - Quickly! Quickly!
Bye.
Sorry.
- Keep going. - Thank you, I've got it.
Pretty tough for a valet, this fella.
- Seems more like a cop. - I think he was.
- Oh, shit. - Go!
- No, over here! - Quick!
- Now what? - What?
More coal for number one, mate.
What are you two doing down here?
You shouldn't be down here. It could be dangerous!
Carry on. Don't mind us.
You're doing a great job. Keep up the good work!
Look at what we have here.
Thank you.
Where to, miss?
To the stars.
You nervous?
No.
Put your hands on me, Jack.
It's bloody cold.
You know, I can smell ice, you know. When it's near.
- Bollocks! - Well, I can, all right?
Did you ever find those binoculars for the lookouts?
Haven't seen them since Southampton.
Well, I'll be on my rounds. Cheerio.
You're trembling.
Don't worry, I'll be all right.
- They ran down there. - All right.
Anything missing?
I've got a better idea.
Gotcha!
Did you see those guys' faces?
Did you see them?
When the ship docks...
I'm getting off with you.
- This is crazy. - I know.
It doesn't make any sense.
That's why I trust it.
Here, look at this.
Look at that, would you?
They're a bit warmer than we are.
If that's what it takes for us to get warm, I'd rather not...
if it's all the same to you, all right?
Bugger me!
Pick up, you bastards!
- Is anyone there? - Yes, what do you see?
- Iceberg, right ahead! - Thank you.
Iceberg, right ahead!
Hard to starboard!
Turn! Smartly!
Full astern!
- Hard over. - Helm's hard over, sir.
Go, lads, go!
Bring that steam down! Bring it down!
Shut all the dampers! Shut them!