165 INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE
From inside the sitting room they can hear knocking and voices in the corridor.
I had better go dress.
Ruth exits and Hockley crosses to Rose. He regards her coldly for a moment, then SLAPS her across the face.
It is a little slut, isn't it?
To Rose the blow is inconsequential compared to the blow her heart has been given. Cal grabs her shoulders roughly.
Look at me, you little--
There is a loud knock on the door and an urgent voice. The door opens and their steward puts his head in.
Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your lifebelt, and come up to the boat deck.
Get out. We're busy.
The steward persists, coming in to get the lifebelts down from the top of a dresser.
I'm sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Hockley, but it's Captain's orders. Please dress warmly, it's quite cold tonight.
(he hands a lifebelt to Rose)
Not to worry, miss, I'm sure it's just a precaution.
This is ridiculous.
In the corridor outside the stewards are being so polite and obsequious they are conveying no sense of danger whatsoever. However, it's another story in...
166 INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT
BLACKNESS. Then BANG! The door is thrown open and the lights snapped on by a steward. The Cartmell family rouses from a sound sleep.
Everybody up. Let's go. Put your lifebelts on.
IN THE CORRIDOR outside, another steward is going from door to door along the hall, pouncing and yelling.
Lifebelts on. Lifebelts on. Everybody up, come on. Lifebelts on...
People come out of the doors behind the steward, perplexed. In the foreground a SYRIAN WOMAN asks her husband what was said. He shrugs.
167 INT. WIRELESS ROOM
ON PHILLIPS, looking shocked.
That's right. The distress call. CQD. Tell whoever responds that we are going down by the head and need immediate assistance.
Smith hurries out.
Maybe you ought to try that new distress call... S.O.S.
It may be our only chance to use it.
Phillips laughs in spite of himself and starts sending history's first S.O.S. Dit dit dit, da da da, dit dit dit... over and over.
168 EXT. BOAT DECK
Thomas Andrews looks around in amazement. The deck is empty except for the crew fumbling with the davits. He yells over the roar of the steam to First Officer Murdoch.
Where are all the passengers?
They've all gone back inside. Too damn cold and noisy for them.
Andrews feels like he is in a bad dream. He looks at his pocketwatch and heads for the foyer entrance.
169 INT. A-DECK FOYER
A large number of First Class passengers have gathered near the staircase. They are getting indignant about the confusion. Molly Brown snags a passing YOUNG STEWARD.
What's doing, sonny? You've got us all trussed up and now we're cooling our heels.
The young steward backs away, actually stumbling on the stairs.
Sorry, mum. Let me go and find out.
The jumpy piano rhythm of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" comes out of the first class lounge a few yards away. Band leader WALLACE HARTLEY has assembled some of his men on Captain's orders, to allay panic.
Hockley's entourage comes up to the A-deck foyer. Cal is carrying the lifebelts, almost as an afterthought. Rose is like a sleepwalker.
It's just the God damned English doing everything by the book.
There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley.
Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it won't be too cold when we get back.
Thomas Andrews enters, looking around the magnificent room, which he knows is doomed. Rose, standing nearby, sees his heartbroken expression. She walks over to him and Cal goes after her.
I saw the iceberg, Mr. Andrews. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.
The ship will sink.
Yes. In an hour or so... all this... will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.
Now it is Cal's turn to look stunned. The Titanic? Sinking?
Please tell only who you must, I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly. Don't wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?
Yes, I understand. Thank you.
Andrews goes off, moving among the passengers and urging them to put on their lifebelts and get to the boats.
170 INT. MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE
Lovejoy and the Master at Arms are handcuffing Jack to a 4" WATER PIPE as a crewman rushes in anxiously and almost blurts to the Master at Arms--
You're wanted by the Purser, sir. Urgently.
Go on. I'll keep an eye on him.
Lovejoy pulls a pearl handled Colt .45 automatic from under his coat. The Master at Arms nods and tosses the handcuff key to Lovejoy, then exits with the crewman. Lovejoy flips the key in the air. Catches it.
171 INT. BRIDGE
Junior Wireless Operator Bride is relaying a message to Captain Smith from the CUNARD LINER CARPATHIA.
Carpathia says they're making 17 knots, full steam for them, sir.
And she's the only one who's responding?
The only one close, sir. She says they can be here in four hours.
The enormity of it hits Smith like a sledgehammer blow.
Thank you, Bride.
He turns as Bride exits, and looks out onto the blackness.
172 EXT. BOAT DECK - NIGHT
Lightoller has his boats swung out. He is standing amidst a crowd of uncertain passengers in all states of dress and undress. One first class woman is barefoot. Others are in stockings. The maitre of the restaurant is in top hat and overcoat. Others are still in evening dress, while some are in bathrobes and kimonos. Women are wearing lifebelts over velvet gowns, then topping it with sable stoles. Some brought jewels, others books, even small dogs.
Lightoller sees Smith walking stiffly toward him and quickly goes to him. He yells into the Captain's ear, through cupped hands, over the roar of the steam...
Hadn't we better get the women and children into the boats, sir?
Smith just nods, a bit abstractly. The fire has gone out of him. Lightoller sees the awesome truth in Smith's face.
(to the men)
Right! Start the loading. Women and children!
The appalling din of escaping steam abruptly cuts off, leaving a sudden unearthly silence in which Lightoller's voice echoes.
ON WALLACE HARTLEY raising his violin to play.
Number 26. Ready and--
The band has reassembled just outside the First Class Entrance, port side, near where Lightoller is calling for the boats to be loaded. They strike up a waltz, lively and elegant. The music wafts all over the ship.
Ladies, please. Step into the boat.
Finally one WOMAN steps across the gap, into the boat, terrified of the drop to the water far below.
WOMAN IN CROWD
You watch. They'll put us off in these silly little boats to freeze, and we'll all be back on board by breakfast.
Cal, Rose and Ruth come out of the doors near the band.
My brooch, I left my brooch. I must have it!
She turns back to go to her room but Cal takes her by the arm, refusing to let her go. The firmness of his hold surprises her.
Stay here, Ruth.
Ruth sees his expression, and knows fear for the first time.
173 INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT / CORRIDORS AND STAIRWELL
It is chaos, with stewards pushing their way through narrow corridors clogged with people carrying suitcases, duffel bags, children. Some have lifebelts on, others don't.
(to Steward #3)
I told the stupid sods no luggage. Aw, bloody hell!
He throws up his hand at the sight of a family, loaded down with cases and bags, completely blocking the corridor.
Fabrizio and Tommy push past the stewards, going the other way. They reach a huge crowd gathered at the bottom of the MAIN 3RD CLASS STAIRWELL. Fabrizio spots Helga with the rest of the Dahl family, standing patiently with suitcases in hand. He reaches her and she grins, hugging him.
Tommy pushes to where he can see what's holding up the group. There is a steel gate across the top of the stairs, with several stewards and seamen on the other side.
Stay calm, please. It's not time to go up to the boats yet.
Near Tommy, an IRISHWOMAN stands stoically with two small children and their battered luggage.
What are we doing, mummy?
We're just waiting, dear. When they finish putting First Class people in the boats, they'll be startin' with us, and we'll want to be all ready, won't we?
174 EXT. STARBOARD SIDE
Boat 7 is less than half full, with 28 aboard a boat made for 65.
FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH
Lower away! By the left and right together, steady lads!
The boat lurches as the falls start to pay out through the pulley blocks. The women gasp. The boat descends, swaying and jerking, toward the water 60 feet below. The passengers are terrified.
175 EXT. / INT. TITANIC HULL AND MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE
TRACKING along the rows of portholes angling down into the water. Under the surface, they glow green. PUSHING IN on one porthole which is have submerged. Inside we see Jack, looking apprehensively at the water rising up the glass.
INSIDE THE MASTER AT ARMS' OFFICE Jack sits chained to the water pipe, next to the porthole. Lovejoy sits on the edge of a desk. He puts a .45 bullet on the desk and watches it roll across and fall off. He picks up the bullet.
You know... I believe this ship may sink.
(crosses to Jack)
I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation...
He punches Jack hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley.
Lovejoy flips the handcuff key in the air, catches it and puts it in his pocket. He exits. Jack is left gasping, handcuffed to the pipe.
176 EXT. BOAT DECK / STARBOARD SIDE, FORWARD
At the stairwell rail on the bridge wing, Fourth Officer Boxhall and Quartermaster Rowe light the first distress rocket. It shoots into the sky and EXPLODES with a thunderclap over the ship, sending out white starbursts which light up the entire deck as they fall.
WHIP PAN off the starbursts to Ismay. The Managing Director of White Star Line is cracking. Already at the breaking point from his immense guilt, the rocket panics him. He starts shouting at the officers struggling with the falls of BOAT 5.
There is no time to waste!
(yelling and waving his arms)
Lower away! Lower away! Lower away!
FIFTH OFFICER LOWE, a baby-faced 28, and the youngest officer, looks up from the tangled falls at the madman.
Get out of the way, you fool!
Do you know who I am?
Lowe, not having a clue nor caring, squares up to Ismay.
You're a passenger. And I'm a ship's bloody officer. Now do what you're told!
Steady men! Stand by the falls!
(numbly, backing away)
Yes, quite right. Sorry.
177 EXT. BOAT DECK / PORT SIDE
SECOND OFFICER LIGHTOLLER is loading the boat nearest Cal and Rose... Boat 6.
Women and children only! Sorry sir, no men yet.
Another rocket bursts overhead, lighting the crowd. Startled faces turn upward. Fear now in the eyes.
DANIEL MARVIN has his Biograph camera set up, cranking away... hoping to get an exposure off the rocket's light. he has Mary posed in front of the scene at the boats.
You're afraid, darling. Scared to death. That's it!
Either she suddenly learned to act or she is petrified.
ROSE watches the farewells taking pace right in front of her as they step closer to the boat. Husbands saying goodbye to wives and children. Lovers and friends parted. Nearby MOLLY is getting a reluctant woman to board the boat.
Come on, you heard the man. Get in the boat, sister.
Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded--
Oh, Mother shut up!
(Ruth freezes, mouth open)
Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats... not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.
Not the better half.
PUSH IN ON ROSE'S FACE as it hits her like a thunderbolt. Jack is third class. He doesn't stand a chance. Another rocket bursts overhead, bathing her face in white light.
You unimaginable bastard.
Come on, Ruth, get in the boat. These are the first class seats right up here. That's it.
Molly practically hands her over to Lightoller, then looks around for some other women who might need a push.
Come on, Rose. You're next, darlin'.
Rose steps back, shaking her head.
Rose, get in the boat!
Ruth, standing in the tippy lifeboat, can do nothing. Cal grabs Rose's arm but she pulls free and walks away through the crowd. Cal catches up to Rose and grabs her again, roughly.
Where are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to that gutter rat?
I'd rather be his whore than your wife.
He clenches his jaw and squeezes her arm viciously, pulling her back toward the lifeboat. Rose pulls out a hairpin and jabs him with it. he lets go with a curse and she runs into the crowd.
Stuff a sock in it, would ya, Ruth. She'll be along.
The boat lurches downward as the falls are paid out.
TRACKING WITH ROSE, as she runs through the clusters of people. She looks back and a furious Cal is coming after her. She runs breathlessly up to two proper looking men.
That man tried to take advantage of me in the crowd!
Appalled, they turn to see Cal running toward them. Rose runs on as the two men grab Cal, restraining him. She runs through the First Class entrance.
Cal breaks free and runs after her. He reaches the entrance, but runs into a knot of people coming out. He pushes rudely through them...
178 INT. BOAT DECK FOYER / STAIRCASE / A-DECK FOYER
Cal runs in, and down to the landing, pushing past the gentlemen and ladies who are filling up the stairs. He scans the A-deck foyer. Rose is gone.
179 EXT. OCEAN / TITANIC / BOAT 6
The hull of Titanic looms over Boat 6 like a cliff. Its enormous mass is suddenly threatening to those in the tiny boat. Quartermaster Hitchins, at the tiller, wants nothing but to get away from the ship. Unfortunately his two seamen can't row. They flail like a duck with a broken wing.
Keep pulling... away from the ship. Pull.
Ain't you boys ever rowed before? Here, gimme those oars. I'll show ya how it's done.
She climbs over Ruth to get at the oars, stepping on her feet.
Around them the evacuation is in full swing, with boats in the water, others being lowered.
180 INT. MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE / CORRIDOR
Jack pulls on the pipe with all his strength. It's not budging. He hears gurgling sound. Water pours under the door, spreading rapidly across the floor.
He tries to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin is raw... no good.
Help!! Somebody!! Can anybody hear me?!
This could be bad.
181 THE CORRIDOR outside is deserted. Flooded a couple of inches deep. Jack's voice comes faintly through the door, but there is no one to hear it.