ROSE: I saw the iceberg, Mr. Andrews. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.
ANDREWS: The ship will sink.
ROSE: Youíre certain?
ANDREWS: Yes. In an hour or so...all this...will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.
RUTH: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope theyíre not too crowded--
ROSE: Oh, Mother, shut up! Donít you understand? The water is freezing and there arenít enough boats...not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die!
CAL: Not the better half.
ROSE: You unimaginable bastard.
MOLLY: Come on, Rose. Youíre next, darliní.
Rose steps back, shaking her head.
RUTH: Rose, get in the boat!
ROSE: Goodbye, Mother.
CAL: Where are going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to that gutter rat?
ROSE: Iíd rather be his whore than your wife.
CRASH! A wooden doorframe splinters and the door bursts open under the force of Jackís shoulder. Jack and Rose stumble through into the corridor.
STEWARD: Here you! Youíll have to pay for that, you know. Thatís White Star Line property--
JACK AND ROSE: (turning together) Shut up!
ROSE: Iím not going without you.
JACK: Get in the boat, Rose.
Cal walks up just then.
CAL: Yes. Get in the boat, Rose...My God, look at you. (taking off his coat) Here put this on.
JACK: Go on. Iíll get the next one.
ROSE: No. Not without you!
CAL: Get in...hurry up, itís almost full.
Lightoller grabs her arm and pulls her toward the boat. She reaches out for Jack and her fingers brush his for a moment.
Lightoller is giving orders, his lips moving...but Rose hears only the blood pounding in her ears...this cannot be happening...a rocket bursts above in slow-motion, outlining Jack in a halo of light...Roseís hair is blowing in slow motion as she gazes up at him, descending away from him...she sees his hands trembling, the tears at the corner of his eyes, and cannot believe the unbearable pain she is feeling...
Rose is still staring up, tears pouring down her face...SUDDENLY SHE IS MOVING...She lunges across the women next to her...She hurls herself out of the boat to the rail of the A-Deck promenade, catching it, and scrambling over the rail. The Boat 2 continues down. But Rose is back on Titanic.
JACK: No Rose! NOOOO!!
They meet at the bottom of the stairs, and collide in an embrace.
JACK: Rose, Rose, youíre so stupid, youíre such an idiot--
And all the while heís kissing her and holding her as tight as he can.
ROSE: You jump, I jump, right?
JACK: I donít 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 more like a gasp of fear. Rose finds his eyes in the dim light.
ROSE: I love you, Jack.
JACK: No...donít say your goodbyes, Rose. Donít you give up. Donít do it.
ROSE: Iím so cold.
JACK: Youíre going to get out of this...youíre going to go on and youíre going to make babies and watch them grow and youíre going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here...Not this night. Do you understand me?
ROSE: I canít feel my body.
JACK: Rose, listen to me. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Jack is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
JACK: It brought me to you. And Iím thankful, Rose. Iím thankful.
His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.
JACK: You must do me this honor...promise me you will survive....that you will never give up...not matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me now, and never let go of that promise.
ROSE: I promise.
JACK: Never let go.
ROSE: I promise. I will never let go, Jack. Iíll never let go.
OLD ROSE: 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.
OLD ROSE: 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.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER: Name?
ROSE: Dawson...Rose Dawson.
We PAN OFF the last picture to Rose herself, warm in her bunk. She is very still...She could be sleeping or maybe something else...IN POV we sweep down the staircase. The crowd of beautiful gentleman and ladies turn as we descend toward them. At the bottom a man stands with his back to us...he turns and it is Jack. Smiling he holds his hand out toward us.
Rose goes into his arms, a girl of 17. The passengers, officers and crew of the RMS Titanic smile and applaud in the utter silence of the abyss.
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