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《泰坦尼克(英文)》章节:第97页,宠文网网友提供全文无弹窗免费在线阅读。!
jostling people, moving with purpose, and none challenges her in the
confusion.
OLD ROSE (V.O.)
Can you exchange one life for another? A caterpillar turns into a butterfly.
If a mindless insect can do it, why couldn't I? Was it any more unimaginable
than the sinking of the Titanic?
TRACKING WITH HER as she walks away, further and further until she flashes
and the roar are far behind her, and she is s till walking, determined.
CUT TO:
303 INT. IMAGING SHACK / KELDYSH
Old Rose sits with the group in the Imaging Shack, lit by the blue glow of
the screens. She holds the haircomb with the jade butterfly on the handle in
her gnarled hands.
BODINE
We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all.
OLD ROSE
No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now,
not to anyone.
(to Lizzy)
Not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But
now you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in
every way that a person can be saved.
(closing her eyes)
I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.
CUT TO:
304 OMITTED
305 EXT. OCEAN FLOOR / TITANIC WRECK
The Mir submersibles make their last pass over the ship. We hear Yuri the
pilot on the UQC:
YURI
Mir One returning to surface.
The sub rises off the deck of the wreck, taking its light with it, leaving
the Titanic once again it its fine and private darkness.
CUT TO:
306 EXT. KELDYSH DECK
A desultory wrap party for the expedition is in progress. There is music and
some of the (co-ed) Russian crew are dancing. Bodine is getting drunk in the
aggressive style of Baker Joughin.
Lovett stands at the rail, looking down into the black water. Lizzy comes to
him, offering him a beer. She puts her hand on his arm.
LIZZY
I'm sorry.
LOVETT
We were pissin' in the wind the whole time.
Lovett notices a figure move through the lights far down at the stern of the
ship.
LOVETT
Oh shit.
CUT TO:
307 EXT. KELDYSH STERN DECK
Rose walks through the shadows of the deck machinery. Her nightgown blows in
the wind. Her feet are bare. Her hands are clutched at her chest, almost as
if she is praying.
ON LOVETT AND LIZZY running down the stairs from the top deck, hauling ass.
ROSE reaches the stern rail. Her gnarled fingers wrap over the rail. Her
ancient foot steps up on the gunwale. She pushes herself up, leaning
forward. Over her shoulder, we see the black water glinting far below.