283 EXT. OCEAN
Jack strokes rhythmically, the effort keeping him from freezing.
Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything.
It's so cold.
I know. I know. Help me, here. Look around.
His words keep her focused, taking her mind off the wailing around them. Rose scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. She turns and... SCREAMS.
A DEVIL is right in from of her face. It is the black FRENCH BULLDOG, swimming right at her like a sea monster in the darkness, its coal eyes bugging. It motors past her, like it is headed for Newfoundland.
Beyond it Rose sees something in the water.
Jack sees what she is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved. He pushes her up and she slithers onto it belly down.
But when Jack tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost dumping Rose off. It is clearly only big enough to support her. He clings to it, close to her, keeping his upper body out of the water as best he can.
Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A MAN swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Jack warns him back.
It's just enough for this lady... you'll push it under.
Let me try at least, or I'll die soon.
You'll die quicker if you come any closer.
Yes, I see. Good luck to you then.
284 EXT. COLLAPSIBLE A / OCEAN
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as their only hope. Cal, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in the water as a warning.
Stay back! Keep off!
Fabrizio, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the boat. Cal CLUBS HIM with the oar, cutting open his scalp.
You don't... understand... I have... to get... to America.
(pointing with the oar)
It's that way!
CLOSE ON FABRIZIO as he floats, panting each breath agony. You see the spirit leave him.
FABRIZIO'S POV: Cal in SLOW MOTION, yelling and wielding the oar. A demon in a tuxedo. The image fades to black.
285 EXT. OCEAN
JACK AND ROSE still float amid a chorus of the damned. Jack sees the ship's officer nearby, CHIEF OFFICER WILDE. He is blowing his whistle furiously, knowing the sound will carry over the water for miles.
The boats will come back for us, Rose. Hold on just a little longer. They had to row away for the suction and now they'll be coming back.
She nods, his words helping her. She is shivering uncontrollably, her lips blue and her teeth chattering.
Thank God for you Jack.
People are still screaming, calling to the lifeboats.
Come back! Please! We know you can hear us. For God's sake!
Please... help us. Save one life! SAVE ONE LIFE!
286 EXT. LIFEBOATS / OCEAN
IN BOAT 6: Ruth has her ears covered against the wailing in the darkness. The first class women in the boat sit, stunned, listening to the sounds of hundreds screaming.
They'll pull us right down I tell ya!
Aw knock it off, yer scarin' me. Come on girls, grab your oars. Let's go.
Well come on!
The women won't meet her eyes. They huddle into their ermine wraps.
I don't understand any one of you. What's the matter with you? It's your men back there! We got plenty a' room for more.
If you don't shut that hole in yer face, there'll be one less in this boat!
Ruth keeps her ears covered and her eyes closed, shutting it all out.
287 IN BOAT ONE: Sir Cosmo and Lucile Duff-Gordon sit with ten other people in a boat that is two thirds empty. They are two hundred yards from the screaming in the darkness.
We should do something.
Lucile squeezes Cosmo's hand and pleads him with her eyes. She is terrified.
It's out of the question.
The crewmembers, intimidated by a nobleman, acquiesce. They hunch guiltily, hoping the sound will stop soon.
TWENTY BOATS, most half full, float in the darkness. None of them make a move.
288 EXT. OCEAN
Jack and Rose drift under the blazing stars. The water is glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Rose can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
Jack squeezes the water out of her long coat, tucking it in tightly around her legs. He rubs her arms. His face is chalk with in the darkness. A low MOANING in the darkness around them.
It's getting quiet.
Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized...
Rose is unmoving, just staring into space. She knows the truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Jack she sees that Officer Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure already.
I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
She laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Rose finds his eyes in the dim light.
I love you Jack.
He takes her hand.
No... don't say your good-byes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it.
I'm so cold.
You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?
I can't feel my body.
Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Jack is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful.
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise.
Never let go.
I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
She grips his hand and they lie with their heads together. It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.
289 EXT. LIFEBOATS / OCEAN - NIGHT
Fifth Officer Lowe, the impetuous young Welshman, has gotten Boats 10, 12 and Collapsible D together with his own Boat 14. A demon of energy, he's had everyone hold the boats together and is transferring passengers from 14 into the others, to empty his boat for a rescue attempt.
As the women step gingerly across the other boats, Lowe sees a shawled figure in too much of a hurry. He rips the shawl off, and finds himself staring into the face of a man. He angrily shoves the stowaway into another boat and turns to his crew of three.
Right, man the oars.
290 EXT. OCEAN / BOAT 14
The beam of an electric torch plays across the water like a searchlight as boat 14 comes toward us.
ANGLE FROM THE BOAT as the torch illuminates floating debris, a poignant trail of flotsam: a violin, a child's wooden soldier, a framed photo of a steerage family. Daniel Marvin's wooden Biograph camera.
Then, their white lifebelts bobbing in the darkness like signposts, the first bodies come into the torch's beam. The people are dead but not drowned, killed by the freezing water. Some look like they could be sleeping. Others stare with frozen eyes at the stars.
Soon bodies are so thick the seamen cannot row. They hit the oars on the heads of floating men and women... a wooden thunk. One seaman throws up. Lowe sees a mother floating with her arms frozen around her lifeless baby.
(the worst moment of his life)
We waited too long.
291 EXT. OCEAN
IN A HOVERING DOWNANGLE we see Jack and Rose floating in the black water. The stars reflect in the mill pond surface, and the two of them seem to be floating in interstellar space. They are absolutely still. Their hands are locked together. Rose is staring upwards at the canopy of stars wheeling above her. The music is transparent, floating... as the long sleep steals over Rose, and she feels peace.
CLOSE ON Rose's face. Pale, like the faces of the dead. She seems to be floating in a void. Rose is in a semi-hallucinatory state. She knows she is dying. Her lips barely move as she sings a scrap of Jack's song:
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
ROSE'S POV: The stars. Like you've never seen them. The Milky Way a glorious band from horizon to horizon.
A SHOOTING STAR flares... a line of light across the heavens.
TIGHT ON ROSE again. We see that her hair is dusted with frost crystals. Her breathing is so shallow, she is almost motionless. Her eyes track down from the stars to the water.
ROSE'S POV... SLOW MOTION: The silhouette of a boat crossing the stars. She sees men in it, rowing so slowly the oars lift out of the syrupy water, leaving weightless pearls floating in the air. The VOICES of the men sound slow and DISTORTED.
Then the lookout flashes his torch toward her and the light flares across the water, silhouetting the bobbing corpses in between. It flicks past her motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past her. The men look away.
Rose lifts her head to turn to Jack. We see that her hair has frozen to the wood under her.
She touches his shoulder with her free hand. He doesn't respond. Rose gently turns his face toward her. It is rimed with frost.
He seems to be sleeping peacefully.
But he is not asleep.
Rose can only stare at his still face as the realization goes through her.
All hope, will and spirit leave her. She looks at the boat. It is further away now, the voices fainter. Rose watches them go.
She closes her eyes. She is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to even try.
And then... her eyes snap open.
She raises her head suddenly, cracking the ice as she rips her hair off the wood. She calls out, but her voice is so weak they don't hear her. The boat is invisible now, the torch light a star impossibly far away. She struggles to draw breath, calling again.
292 IN THE BOAT Lowe hears nothing behind him. He points to something ahead, turning the tiller.
293 ROSE struggles to move. Her hand, she realizes, is actually frozen to Jack's. She breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.
I won't let go. I promise.
She releases him and he sinks into the black water. He seems to fade out like a spirit returning to some immaterial plane.
Rose rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. She swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. She starts to BLOW THE WHISTLE with all the strength in her body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
294 IN BOAT 14 Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.
(turning the tiller)
Row back! That way! Pull!
Rose keeps blowing as the boat comes to her. She is still blowing when Lowe takes the whistle from her mouth as they haul her into the boat. She slips into unconsciousness and they scramble to cover her with blankets...
295 INT. IMAGING SHACK / KELDYSH
EXTREME CLOSEUP of Rose's ancient, wrinkled face. Present day.
Fifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of fifteen hundred.
As she speaks THE CAMERA TRACKS slowly across the faces of Lizzy and the salvage crew on KELDYSH. Lovett, Bodine, Buell, the others... the reality of what happened here 84 years before has hit them like never before. With her story Rose has put them on Titanic in its final hours, and or the first time, they do feel like grave robbers.
Lovett, for the first time, has even forgotten to ask about the diamond.
Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait... wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution which would never come.
296 EXT. LIFEBOATS / OPEN SEA - PRE-DAWN
MATCHING MOVE as the camera tracks along the faces of the saved.
DISSOLVE TO: ANOTHER BOAT, and then ANOTHER, seeing faces we know among the survivors: Ismay in a trance, just staring and trembling... Cal, sipping from a hip flask offered to him by a black-faced stoker... Ruth hugging herself, rocking gently.
IN BOAT 14: CLOSE ON ROSE, lying swaddled. Only her face is visible, white as the moon. The man next to her jumps up, pointing and yelling. Soon everyone is looking and shouting excitedly. In Rose's POV it is all silent, SLOW MOTION.
IN SLOW-MOTION SILENCE we see Lowe light a green flare and wave it as everyone shouts and cheers. Rose doesn't react. She floats beyond all human emotion.