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    ( SonarPings)
    ( 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
    The pressure outside is
    These windows are nine inches thick
    and ifthey go
    it's sayonara
    in two microseconds.
    All right, enough
    ofthat bullshit.
    ( Mechanical Whirring)
    Just put her down on the roofof
    the officer's quarters likeyesterday.
    - Man: Sure.
    - Man ( OverRadio ): Okay, Mir 2.
    We have landed right on the grand
    staircase. You guys set to launch?
    Yeah, Brock-- Launching Dunkin now.
    Go, Charlie.
    - All right, tether out.
    - Man: Tether out.
    Man ( OverRadio ): Okay, Brock,
    we're dropping down along the hull.
    Rogerthat. Okay, drop down and go
    into the first-class gangway door.
    I wantyou guys working the D deck
    reception area and the dining saloon.
    Man ( OverRadio ):
    - Tether out.
    - Man: Tether out.
    - Now left, left.
    - I'm coming left.
    Snoop Dog is on the move.
    We're headed down the stairwell.
    Okay, Lewis, drop down to B deck.
    A deck.
    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.
    Makeyourturn. Come around.
    - Lewis: Cable out, Captain.
    - Makeyourturn. Watch the wall.
    Yeah, Brock,
    we're at the piano,you copy?
    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.
    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):
    - 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)
    Okay, crack her open.
    ( ManSpeaking OverLoudspeaker)
    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?
    The woman in the picture is me.
    ( Yelling OverEngineNoise):
    She's a goddamned liar--
    Some nut case seeking
    money or publicity.
    God only knows why, like that
    Russian babe, Anesthesia.
    They're inbound!
    Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic
    when she was 1 7, right?
    - That's right.
    - Ifshe had lived, she'd be over 1 00.
    Okay, so she's a very old
    goddamned liar.
    Look, I've already done
    the background on this woman
    all the way backto the '20s
    when she was working as an actress.
    An actress! There's
    yourfirst clue, Sherlock.
    Her name was Rose Dawson backthen.
    Then she marries this guy named Calvert.
    They move to Cedar Rapids
    and she punches out a couple of kids.
    Now, Calvert's dead, and from what
    I hear, Cedar Rapids is dead.
    And everybodywho
    knows about the diamond
    is supposed to be dead
    or on this boat, but she knows.
    Doesn't exactly
    travel light, does she?
    Mrs. Calvert, I'm Brock Lovett.
    Welcome to the Keldysh.
    Okay, let's get her
    inside there.
    - Hi, Ms. Calvert.
    - Hi.
    Welcome to the Keldysh.
    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?
    I would like to see my drawing.
    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.
    You actuallythinkthis isyou, Nana?
    It is me, dear.
    Wasn't I a dish?
    I tracked it down
    through insurance records--
    An old claim that was settled
    underterms ofabsolute secrecy.
    Can you tell me
    who the claimant was, Rose?
    I should imagine
    someone named Hockley.
    Brock: Nathan Hockley, that's right.
    Pittsburgh steel tycoon.
    Claim was for
    a diamond necklace
    his son Caledon
    bought his fiancee--you
    a week before
    he sailed on Titanic.
    It was filed right
    afterthe sinking
    so the diamond had to have
    gone down with the ship.
    You see the date?
    "April 1 4, 1 91 2."
    Which means ifyour grandmother is
    who she says she is
    she was wearing the diamond
    the daythe Titanicsank.
    And that makesyou
    my new best friend.
    These are some ofthe things
    we recovered from your stateroom.
    This was mine.
    How extraordinary!
    And it looks the same as it did
    the last time I saw it.
    The reflection
    has changed a bit.
    ( GaspsQuietly)
    Areyou readyto go
    backto Titanic?
    Lewis: Okay, here we go. She hits
    the berg on the starboard side, right?
    She kind of bumps along punching holes
    like Morse code-- dit-dit-dit--
    along the side,
    below the waterline.
    Then the forward compartments
    start to flood.
    Now as the water level rises, it
    spills overthe watertight bulkheads
    which unfortunately
    don't go any higherthan E deck.
    So now as the bow goes down,
    the stern rises up
    slow at first, then faster
    and faster until finally
    she's got herwhole ass is sticking
    up in the air and that's a big ass.
    We're talking
    And the hull's not designed to deal
    with that pressure, so what happens?
    She splits,
    right down to the keel
    and the stern
    falls back level.
    Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the
    stern vertical and finally detaches.
    Now, the stern sectionjust
    kind of bobs there like a cork
    for a couple of minutes, floods and
    finally goes under about 2:20 a.m.
    two hours and 40 minutes
    afterthe collision.
    The bow section planes away
    landing about a halfa mile away
    going 20, 30 knots when
    it hits the ocean floor.
    ( lmitates Crashing)
    Pretty cool, huh?
    Thankyou forthat fine
    forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine.
    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
    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.
    All right, moment oftruth.
    Somebody's life's about to change.
    - Ola?.
    - Nothing.
    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.
    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?
    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)
    - You know somebody?
    - Ofcourse not. That's not the point.
    Good-bye! I'll missyou!
    Good-bye! I'm going
    to neverforgetyou.
    ( Crowd Cheering)
    All the way, darling.
    Excuse me, ma'am.
    Oh, right here.
    Hey, howyou doing?
    Jack. Nice to meetyou.
    I'mJack Dawson.
    Nice to meetyou.
    Howyou doing?
    Who saysyou get the top bunk?
    ( SpeakingSwedish )
    This isyour private
    promenade deck, sir.
    Would you be
    requiring anything?
    - Hmm.
    - Excuse me.
    - Woman: This one?
    - Rose: No. It had a lot offaces on it.
    This is the one.
    Would you like
    all ofthem out, miss?
    Yes, we need a little color
    in this room.
    Put it in there,
    in the wardrobe.
    God, not those finger paintings again.
    They certainlywere a waste of money.
    The difference between Cal's taste
    in art and mine is that I have some.
    They're fascinating, like being
    inside a dream or something.
    - There's truth, but no logic.
    - What's the artist's name?
    - Something Picasso.
    - "Something Picasso."
    He won't amount to a thing.
    He won't, trust me.
    - Put the Degas in the bedroom.
    - At least theywere cheap.
    Ah, put it in the wardrobe.
    AtCherbourg, a woman came
    We all calledherMolly.
    Historywould callher
    "the Unsinkable MollyBrown. "
    Well, I wasn't about to wait
    all dayforyou, sonny.
    Here,you thinkyou can manage?
    someplace out West
    andshe was whatmothercalled
    "newmoney. "
    By thenext afternoon, we were steaming
    westfrom the coastoflreland
    with nothing outaheadofus
    Take herto sea, Mr. Murdoch.
    - Let's stretch her legs.
    - Yes, sir.
    - All ahead full, Mr. Moody.
    - Very good, sir.
    - ( Bells Ringing)
    - ( BelIRings)
    - All ahead full.
    - Man ( Shouting): All ahead full!
    Come on, lads. Get moving.
    What's the reading?
    ( Crew TalkingAndShouting)
    All right,
    let's stoke them right up!
    We're going full ahead!
    Hey, look, look, look!
    Look, look!
    See it?
    There's another one. See him?
    Look at that one.
    Look at himjump!
    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.
    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,
    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.
    The ship is nice, huh?
    - Yeah, it's an lrish ship.
    - Is English, no?
    No, it was built in lreland.
    Solid as a rock.
    Big lrish hands.
    That's typical. First-class dogs
    come down here to take a shit.
    Uh, it lets us know where we rank
    in the scheme ofthings.
    Like we could forget?
    - I'm Tommy Ryan.
    -Jack Dawson.
    - Hello.
    - Fabrizio.
    Hi. Doyou make any money
    with your drawings?
    Oh, forget it, boyo. You'd as like
    have angels fly outyour arse
    as get next
    to the likes of her.
    ( Laughs)
    - Doyou mind?
    - I hopeyou're proud ofthis.
    Isawmy whole life
    an endlessparade
    ofparties andcotillions
    yachts andpolo matches
    always thesamenarrowpeople,
    thesamemindless chatter.
    Ifelt likel wasstanding
    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?
    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,
    ( Angrily):
    I know what ice fishing is!
    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.
    I'mJack Dawson.
    Rose Dewitt Bukater.
    I'm going to have to getyou
    to write that one down.
    Come on.
    - ( Screams)
    - ( Grunting)
    I gotyou! Come on.
    Come on!
    ( Screams)
    Help! Please!
    Help! Please!
    - Please get me!
    - Listen. Listen to me.
    I've gotyou. I won't let go.
    Now pull yourself up. Come on.
    ( Grunts)
    Come on. That's right.
    You can do it.
    I gotyou.
    What's all this?
    You stand back!
    And don't move an inch!
    - Fetch the master-at-arms!
    - Care for a brandy?
    Cal: This is completely unacceptable!
    What madeyou think
    thatyou could putyour hands
    on myfiancee?
    - Look at me,you filth!
    - Cal...
    - 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.
    It was worn by Louis XVI
    and they called it
    "Le CoeurDeLa Mer. "
    The Heart ofthe Ocean.
    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--
    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.
    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.
    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.
    - ( 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.
    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.
    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.
    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.
    Reallytry and hawk it up
    and get some bodyto it,you know?
    You got to...
    ( Snorting)
    ( Swallows)
    May I introduceJack Dawson?
    Charmed, I'm sure.
    The others were gracious
    who hadsavedmylife
    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.
    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)
    I'll seeyou at dinner.
    Darling? Surely
    you remember Mr. Dawson.
    ( Chuckles)
    Well, it's amazing.
    You could almost pass for a gentleman.
    - Almost.
    - Extraordinary.
    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.
    Areyou ofthe Boston Dawsons?
    No-- the Chippewa Falls Dawsons,
    Oh,yes. Yes.
    Hemusthave been nervous,
    he wasone ofthem--
    Heir to a railroadfortune,
    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)
    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.
    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.
    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.
    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! Stop,Jack!
    - Ba-ba-ba.
    - ( Dancers Whooping)
    - Rose: Wait!
    - Hey! Hey!
    ( Whooping)
    -Jack: Yeah!
    -Jack, no!
    ( 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.
    you thinkyou're
    big, tough men?
    Let's seeyou do this.
    Hold this for me,Jack.
    Hold it up.
    ( Laughing)
    -Jesus, Mary andJoseph!
    - You all right?
    I haven't done that in years.
    Go see Maggie, lads.
    Give herthe holley! Let's go!
    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.
    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.
    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.
    " 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.
    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.
    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.
    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)
    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.
    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.
    - 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.
    Put that other arm up,
    that hand right byyourface there.
    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.
    ( RoseLaughing)
    Whatyou doing?
    Will you put this back
    in the safe for me?
    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.
    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!
    Quickly, quickly!
    ( Giggling)
    - 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!
    ( 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)
    - ( Honks Horn )
    - Where to, miss?
    To the stars.
    You nervous?
    Putyour hands on me,Jack.
    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.
    You're trembling.
    Don't worry.
    I'll be all right.
    - They ran down there.
    - Right.
    Anything missing?
    I've got a better idea.
    ( RoseLaughing)
    ( Laughing)
    Did you see those guys' faces?
    Did you see the...
    When the ship docks...
    I'm getting offwith you.
    This is crazy.
    I know.
    It doesn't make any sense.
    That's why I trust it.
    ( Quietly):
    Oh,yes. Here, look at this.
    Oh, look at that, would you?
    - They're a bit warmerthan we are.
    - Well, ifthat's what it takes
    for us to get warmer I'd rather not,
    if it's all the same toyou.
    - Bugger me!
    - ( Alarm Bell Clanging)
    - ( PhoneRings)
    - Pick up,you bastards!
    ( PhoneRinging)
    - Is there anyone there?
    - Yes, what doyou see?
    - Iceberg! Right ahead!
    - Thankyou.
    Iceberg! Right ahead!
    Hard to starboard!
    Hard to starboard!
    - ( Ringing)
    - Crewman: Turn, turn! Steady!
    - ( Ringing)
    - ( Bell Clangs )
    Full astern!
    - Hard over.
    - Helm's hard over, sir.
    - ( Ringing)
    - Go, lads! Go!
    ( Men Yelling OutOrders)
    Shut all the dampers!
    Shut them!
    ( DampersSlamming)
    Hold it.
    Hold it!
    Now, engage
    the reversing engine!
    ( EngineStops)
    ( EngineRestarts)
    Why aren't theyturning?!
    - Is it hard over?!
    - Crewman: It is,yes, sir, hard over!
    ( Softly):
    Come on, come on, come on.
    It's going to hit!
    Jesus Christ.
    ( Glass Tinkling)
    - ( Softly):Jesus.
    - Hard to port!
    Hard to port!
    ( MenScreaming)
    Get back!
    ( Screaming)
    - ( Hissing)
    - ( Screams)
    - ( MetaIDoors Closing)
    - Come on, let's go!
    Get out the door!
    They're closing the doors! Get out!
    Get out! Get out! Get out!
    Get out the door! Go on!
    Go on! Come on, lads!
    Go, lads, go!
    Get out!
    ( Screams)
    ( DoorsSlamming)
    ( Softly): Oh, my God.
    That was a close shave, weren't it?
    Smell ice, can you?
    Bleeding Christ.
    Note the time
    and enter it in the log.
    What was that, Mr. Murdoch?
    An iceberg, sir.
    I put her hard to starboard
    and ran the engines full astern
    but it was too close.
    I tried to port round it
    but she hit and the...
    - Close the watertight doors.
    - Murdoch: The doors are closed, sir.
    - All stop.
    - Crewman: Aye, sir!
    ( Ringing)
    Find the carpenter.
    Get him to sound the ship.
    Yes, sir!
    Porca puttana!
    Che cazzo e?
    Come on, let's get the hell
    out of here! Come on, hurry up.
    Excuse me. Why have the engines stopped?
    I felt a shudder.
    I shouldn't worry, madam.
    We've likelythrown a propeller blade.
    That's the shudderyou felt.
    May I bringyou anything?
    No, thankyou.
    Did you see anything?
    I don't see anything now, doyou?
    ( Commotion)
    Ifthis is the direction the rats
    are going that's good enough for me.
    Crewman: Please, sir, please.
    Everything's under control.
    - You there.
    - Sir, there is no emergency.
    - Yes, there is, I have been robbed.
    - Get the master-at-arms.
    - Now,you moron!
    - Yes, sir.
    ( Men Laughing)
    Hey,you're going to miss the fun.
    Did you see what happened?
    No, I missed it.
    Apparently, it hit overthere.
    Crewman: Boiler room six
    is flooded eight feet above the plate.
    And the mail hold is worse. She's
    all buckled in in the forward hold.
    - Can you shore up?
    - Not unless the pumps get ahead.
    Haveyou seen the damage
    in the mail hold?
    - No, she's already underwater.
    - This is bad.
    We should tell
    Mother and Cal.
    I thinkthey're very good, sir.
    Don't touch anything.
    I want the entire room photographed.
    Just keep holding my hand.
    We've been looking
    foryou, miss.
    Rose ( Sighs):
    Well, here we go.
    Something serious has happened.
    Yes, it has.
    Indeed. Two things dearto me
    have disappeared this evening.
    Now that one is back I have a pretty
    good idea where to find the other.
    - Search him.
    - Takeyour coat off, sir.
    - Now what?
    - Come on.
    Cal, what areyou doing? We're in the
    middle ofan emergency. What's going on?
    - Is this it?
    - That's it.
    This is horseshit!
    - Don'tyou believe it, Rose. Don't!
    - He couldn't have.
    Ofcourse he could.
    It's easy enough for a professional.
    But I was with him the whole time.
    This is absurd.
    Perhaps he did it whileyou were putting
    your clothes back on, dear.
    Real slick, Cal.
    Rose, they put it in my pocket.
    - Shut up.
    - It isn't even your pocket, is it, son?
    Property ofA. L. Ryerson.
    - That was reported stolen today.
    - I just borrowed it.
    - I was going to return it.
    - We have an honest thief here, do we?
    You know I didn't do this, Rose.
    You know it.
    Don'tyou believe them, Rose.
    You know I didn't do it.
    - Come on, let's go.
    - You know I didn't do it, Rose. Rose!
    Come on, son.
    There's a good lad.
    - Come on.
    - You know I didn't do it! You know me!
    Most unfortunate, Captain.
    Water... 1 4 feet above
    the keel in ten minutes--
    In the forepeak, in all three holds
    and in the boiler room six.
    - That's right, sir.
    - When can we get underway, damn it?
    That's five compartments.
    She can stay afloat with the first
    four compartments breached
    but not five-- not five.
    As she goes down bythe head
    the water
    will spill overthe tops of bulkheads
    at E deckfrom one to the next.
    Back and back.
    There's no stopping it.
    The pumps--
    Ifwe opened the doors--
    The pumps buyyou time,
    but minutes only.
    From this moment,
    no matterwhat we do
    Titanicwill founder.
    But this ship can't sink.
    She's made of iron, sir.
    I assureyou, she can...
    and she will.
    It is a mathematical certainty.
    How much time?
    An hour. Two at most.
    And how many aboard,
    Mr. Murdoch?
    Well, I believeyou may get
    your headlines, Mr. Ismay.
    Oh, it is a little slut, isn't it? Will
    you look at me when I'm talking toyou.
    ( KnockAtDoor)
    - Mr. Hockley?
    - Not now, we're busy.
    Sir, I've been told to askyou to please
    put on your lifebelts and come up to--
    I said not now.
    I'm sorryto inconvenienceyou,
    Mr. Hockley, but it's Captain's orders.
    Now, please, dress warmly.
    It's quite cold out tonight.
    Now, may I suggest
    topcoats and hats.
    - This is ridiculous.
    - Not to worry, miss.
    I am sure
    it'sjust a precaution.
    Everybody up!
    Lifebelts on!
    - ( MenScreaming Orders)
    - What's heyelling about?
    Everybody up!
    Putyour lifebelts on!
    - What's the ruckus?
    -Just putyour lifebelts on!
    That's right-- C.QD.
    The distress call.
    That's our position.
    ( Sighs)
    Tell whoever responds
    that we're going down bythe head.
    We need immediate assistance.
    Keep lowering!
    Keep lowering!
    ( Crewman Yelling OutOrders)
    Mr. Wilde! Mr. Wilde,
    where are the passengers?
    We moved them back inside.
    It's too damn cold and noisyforthem.
    You there!
    (Blows Whistle)
    Get down here and
    help with these lines.
    ( Orchestra Playing
    "Alexander's RagtimeBand")
    ( People Conversing)
    Care for a drink, sir?
    - Crewman: Please putyour lifebelts on.
    - Hey, sonny, what's doing?
    You got us all trussed up here
    and now we're cooling our heels.
    Sorry, ma'am.
    Let me go and find out.
    I don't think anybody knows
    what the hell's going on around here.
    It's the goddamned English
    doing everything bythe book.
    There's no need for language,
    Mr. Hockley.
    Go back and turn
    the heaters on in our rooms.
    I'd like a cup oftea
    when I return.
    Yes, ma'am.
    Mr. Andrews.
    I saw the iceberg
    and I see it in your eyes.
    Please tell me the truth.
    The ship will sink.
    - You're certain.
    - Yes, in an hour or so....
    all this will be
    at the bottom ofthe Atlantic.
    - What?
    - Please, tell onlywhoyou must?
    I don't want to
    be responsible for a panic
    and get to a boat quickly,
    don't wait.
    You rememberwhat I told you
    about the boats?
    I understand.
    Over here, sir.
    Sir, they need you
    up in the second-class purser's office.
    - There's a big mob up there.
    - Go on, I'll keep an eye on him.
    Aye, right.
    Sir! Carpathia says
    they're making 1 7 knots.
    Full steam forthem, sir.
    She's the onl

    1. Jamie


      I always loved Lion King. good read