April 12, 1912. Rose is teetering at the edge of the backend of the ship, with only the
small railing to hold on to. Jack comes up behind her.
Jack: Don't do it.
Rose: Stay back...don't come any closer.
Jack: Come on, just give me your hand.
Rose: No! Stay where you are. I mean it. I'll let go.
Rose looks back towards Jack, and he motions with his cigarette, moving
towards the railing to throw it overboard.
Jack: No you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, 'no I won't'. Don't presume to tell me what I will or will
not do. You don't know me.
Jack: Well, you would have done it already.
Rose: You're distracting me. Go away.
Jack: I can't. I'm involved now. You jump in and I'm gonna have to jump in there
after you.
Jack starts taking off his jacket and his shoes
Rose: Don't be absurd! You could be killed.
Jack: I'm a good swimmer.
Rose: The fall alone would kill you.
Jack: 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.
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple of degrees over. Ever been to Wisconsin?
Rose: What?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near
Trippewa Falls. I remember once, my dad took me ice fishing out on Lake Wasotta. Ice
fishing is you know where you...
Rose: ...I know what ice fishing is.
Jack: Sorry. You just seemed like kinda an indoor girl. Anyway, I fell through some
thin ice, and I'm telling you water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a
thousand knives stabbing you all over your 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 to jumping in
after you. But, like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back
over the railing, and get me off the hook here.
Rose: You're crazy!
Jack: That's what everybody says. But, with all due respect miss, I'm not the one
hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on, you don't want to do this.
Rose slowly turns around, still on the other side of the railing, and takes Jack's
hand.
Jack: Whew. I'm Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose DeWitt Bukater.
Jack: I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down.
Rose starts coming over the railing, but trips on the bottom of her long dress.
The only thing keeping her from falling into the ocean below is Jack's hand, still holding
hers.
Rose: Aah!
Jack: Come on. I've got you. Just pull yourself up!
It seems as though Rose will make it, until she slips again and goes back to
flailing helplessly at the edge of the ship. Some workers aboard Titanic hear her cries and
start running towards the source of the sound.
Jack: Come on. You just have to pull yourself up. Listen, I've got you. I won't let go.
Now pull yourself up! Come on!
Jack finally pulls her back to safety, and they lay on deck, panting, him
somewhat on top of her. The workers run up, see Jack on top of a breathless, pale-faced
Rose with a torn stocking.
Worker: What's all this? (to Jack) You stand back. And don't move an inch. (To other
worker) Fetch the master-at-arms.
Still April 12, 1912. The master-at-arms has just been fetched to arrest Jack for
something he didn't do. We hear the click of handcuffs as they are placed on Jack.
Cal: Completely unacceptable! What made you think that you could put your hands
on my fiancee?
Jack looks over at Rose.
Cal: Look at me, you filth.
Rose: Cal...
Cal: What could you possibly...?
Rose: Cal...stop!
Cal: What could be the...?
Rose: ...It was an accident!
Cal: An accident?
Rose: Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see
the, uh, the, uh, the...
Cal: Propellers?
Rose: ...propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson
here saved me, and almost went over himself.
Cal: She wanted to see...she wanted to see the propellers!
Colonel: Like I say, women and machinery do not mix.
Master-at-arms: Was that the way of it?
Jack: Yeah, that was pretty much it.
Colonel: Well, the boy's a hero then. Good for you son. So it's alls well, and back to
our brandys, eh?
Cal: God, look at you. You must be freezing. Lets get you inside.
Cal starts walking away, rubbing Rose's shoulders to warm her up.
Master-at-arms: Perhaps a little something for the boy?
Cal: Oh yes, of course. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a twenty should do it.
Rose: Ha. Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?
Cal: Rose is displeased. What to do? What to do? I know.
Cal walks over to Jack
Cal: Perhaps you can join us for dinner tomorrow evening to regale our group with
your heroic tale.
Jack: Sure, count me in.
Cal: Good, it's settled then. This should be interesting.
Mumbles last part to Lovejoy.
Jack whistles to Lovejoy as everyone else walks away.
Jack: Can I, uh, bum a smoke?
Lovejoy hands it to him, and then looks down at Jack's untied shoes.
Lovejoy: You'll want to tie those. It's interesting. The young lady slipped so
suddenly, and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.
