( SonarPings)
Man: 1 3 meters. You should see it.
( SonarPings)
Okay, take her up and overthe bow rail.
( OverRadio ): Okay, Mir2, we're going overthe bow.
Staywith 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 ofApril 1 5, 1 91 2
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
21/2 miles down
3,821 meters.
The pressure outside is 31/2 tons per square inch.
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: Makeyourturn. Come around.
- Lewis: Cable out, Captain. - Makeyourturn. 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...
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.
1 01 next month.
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 20,000, 30,000 tons, okay?
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...
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
1 2 from here, and the safe...
to the parlor suite, rooms B-52, 54, 56.
- ( Whistle Blowing) - Ladies...
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.
360, 360.
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!
21 knots, sir.
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...
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. 1 5,000 lrishmen built this ship.
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...
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...
I fell through some thin ice
and I'm tellingyou...
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...
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!
- 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...
- 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...
uh... uh... the, uh... uh...
- Propellers? - propellers and I slipped.
And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here saved me
and almost went over himself.
You wanted to see... She wanted to see the propellers.
Like I said, women and machinery do not mix.
Was that the way of it?
Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it.
Well, the boy's a hero then. Good 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...your heroic tale.
Sure, count me in.
Good. Settled then.
This should be interesting. Mmm.
( Whistles)
Can l, uh... 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... - Diamond? Yes.
56 carats to be exact.
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...
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...
I want to thankyou forwhatyou did.
Notjust for... 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.
500 invitations have gone out.
All of Philadelphia society will be there
and all the while I feel I'm...
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...
- 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...
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... 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... ( 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...
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)
...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...
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... accident. - That's all right, Miss Rose.
- That's all right. - I'm sorry, Trudy.
Let me helpyou. 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... "
- Hello, Mr. Andrews. - Hello,Jack.
- Sir. - I need to talkto somebodyfor a sec.
You're not supposed to be in here.
" ...fire and foe Protect them... "
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... giveyou this in gratitude.
- I don't wantyour money. Please, l-- - And also to remind you...
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...
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...
-Jack, l... - 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...
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... "
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...
in his fucking hand-- excuse me-- his hand, and he's ordering more speed.
26years ofexperience 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... 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...
I expect to get what I want.
Over on the bed-- the couch.
Go... 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...