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to a pallet. It looks like a royal coach from a fairy tale, its brass trim
and headlamps nicely set off by its deep burgundy color.
Rose climbs into the plushly upholstered back seat, acting very royal. There
are cut crystals bud vases on the walls back there, each containing a rose.
Jack jumps into the driver's seat, enjoying the feel of the leather and
wood.
JACK
Where to, Miss?
ROSE
To the stars.
ON JACK as her hands come out of the shadows and pull him over the seat into
the back. He lands next to her, and his breath seems loud in the quiet
darkness. He looks at her and she is smiling. It is the moment of truth.
JACK
Are you nervous?
ROSE
Au contraire, mon cher.
He strokes her face, cherishing her. She kisses his artist's fingers.
ROSE
Put your hands on me Jack.
He kisses her, and she slides down in the seat under his welcome weight.
CUT TO:
121 INT. WIRELESS ROOM
A BRILLIANT ARC OF ELECTRICITY fills frame-- the sparks gap of the Marconi
instrument as SENIOR WIRELESS OPERATOR JACK PHILLIPS (24) rapidly keys out a
message. Junior Operator Bride looks through the huge stack of outgoing
messages swamping them.
BRIDE
Look at this one, he wants his private train to meet him. La dee da.
(slaps them down)
We'll be up all bloody night on this lot.
Phillips start to receive an incoming message from a nearby ship, the
Leyland freighter CALIFORNIAN, which jams his outgoing signal. At such close
range, the beeps are deafening.
PHILLIPS
Christ! It's that idiot on the Californian.
Cursing, Phillips furiously keys a rebuke.
CUT TO:
122 INT. / EXT. WIRELESS SHANK / FREIGHTER CALIFORNIAN
Wireless Operator CYRIL EVANS pulls his earphone off his ear as the
Titanic's spark deafens him. he translates the message for THIRD OFFICER
GROVES.
EVANS
Stupid bastard. I try to warn him about the ice, and he says "Keep out. Shut
up. I'm working Cape Race."
GROVES
Now what's he sending?
EVANS
"No seasickness. Poker business good. Al". Well that's it for me. I'm
shutting down.
As Evans wearily switches off his generator, Groves goes out on deck. PAN
OFF Him to reveal the ship is stopped fifty yards from the edge of a field
of pack ice and icebergs stretching as far as the eye can see.
CUT TO:
123 EXT. OCEAN / TITANIC
ON TITANIC, steaming hellbent through the darkness, hurling up white water
at the bows. The bow comes straight at us, until the bow wave WIPES THE