Rose and Jack were running, running away from Cal and Lovejoy. Rose's hand was in Jack's laughing as they ran, when they entered the boiler room they were enveloped by a bright white light leaving Lovejoy standing there in shock. Mr. Andrews was with Caption Smith and Mr. Ismay at dinner, they were speaking with Molly and Ruth when the bright white light enveloped them and they disappeared leaving Cal to be confused. Down in third class Fabrizio, Tommy, Helga, and Cora were dancing to another tune when they were enveloped by the same white light as everyone else.
In a big blue room somewhere hidden on the Titanic two sixteen year old girls sat. One had shoulder-length brown hair and dark blue eyes, the other had long brown hair, _ eyes and glasses. "It's time to change the future of the people on the Titanic." Said the girl with the shorter hair as the white light hit their room, instead of the girls disappearing eleven people landed in the room.
Jack quickly helped Rose up before they both went over to help Helga and Cora as well as Fabrizio and Tommy. Ruth just watched her daughter in shock as Molly helped her up. Mr. Andrews, Captain Smith, and Mr. Ismay looked around confused. "I don't remember this room…" Mr. Andrews said.
"That's because it's not really on the Titanic. This is a magic room where time stops." The girl with glasses stated as she watched the people in the room closely.
"And who might I ask, are you?" Ruth asked coldly. The young girl without glasses, eyes narrowed.
"Excuse me Mrs. Dewitt Bukater," she said sarcastically. "Let me get one thing straight, Mrs. Dewitt Bukater, I. Do. Not. Like. You. The only reason why you are here is because I am hoping that you will come to your senses and actually listen to what your daughter wants from her life. But for the rest of you my name is Alice."
Ruth just sat there gaping like a fish whereas Rose had a smug look on her face as she held onto Jack. "Can I ask why we are here?" she asked.
"We are here to change the future of the Titanic." The other girl stated calmly. Mr. Ismay scoffed.
"Why would the future of the Titanic need to be changed?" he questioned.
"Because Mr. Ismay, it is your stupidity and big-headedness that causes the Titanic to sink in about three to four hours. By the way my name is Jessica" He gulped at that answer but didn't say anything as everyone else gasped.
Rose then remembered what Mr. Andrews said about the lifeboats, "Ho-how many dead?"
Alice sighed, "Only 1/3 make it to New York. And the only people who make it in this room are Molly, Mrs. Dewitt Bukater, and Mr. Ismay. Rose Dewitt Bukater, Jack Dawson, Mr. Andrews, Captain Smith, Cora, Tommy, Fabrizio, and Helga do not make it to New York. They all die either on the Titanic or in the freezing cold Atlantic."
Everyone had tears in their eyes as they listened to what the young girl had to say. "What happened to Mr. Hockley?" Molly asked.
Jessica scowled, "That lying bastard was not welcome here. We only invited who we thought would put an effort towards changing the future. He would not have, in this room we are not to judge. We are going to watch a movie about what happened on the Titanic. It is mostly about Jack and Rose's relationship. We will be here to answer questions."
Seeing that Jess was still upset about the Cal question, Alice stepped in. "I think we should start now. We have set up a seating arrangement, Jack you will be next to Rose. Cora, you will be next to Molly who will be next to Ruth. Mr. Andrews, you will be in between Captain Smith and Mr. Ismay. Helga, you will be in between Fabrizio and Tommy."
They all nodded as they headed to their specified seats, Rose's hand still clasped in Jack's. Alice quickly sat next to Jessica who pressed play on the movie player.
Two faint lights appear, close together... growing brighter. They
resolve into two DEEP SUBMERSIBLES, free-falling toward us like express
elevators.
One is ahead of the other, and passes close enough to FILL FRAME, looking
like a spacecraft blazing with lights, bristling with insectile
manipulators.
TILTING DOWN to follow it as it descends away into the limitless blackness
below. Soon they are fireflies, then stars. Then gone.
Everyone looked around confused. They had no idea what any of this stuff was. Jessica, seeing their confused looks tried to explain. "They are these things that go underwater while a person is on a boat or on land and they send back images so that we can know what is under the water."
Some people nodded as they tried to understand.
CUT TO: 2 EXT./ INT. MIR ONE / NORTH ATLANTIC DEEP
PUSHING IN on one of the falling submersibles, called MIR ONE, right up to
its circular viewport to see the occupants.
INSIDE, it is a cramped seven foot sphere, crammed with equipment. ANATOLY
MIKAILAVICH, the sub's pilot, sits hunched over his controls... singing
softly in Russian.
Next to him on one side is BROCK LOVETT. He's in his late forties, deeply
tanned, and likes to wear his Nomex suit unzipped to show the gold from
famous shipwrecks covering his gray chest hair. He is a wiley, fast-talking
treasure hunter, a salvage superstar who is part historian, part adventurer
and part vacuum cleaner salesman. Right now, he is propped against the CO2
scrubber, fast asleep and snoring.
On the other side, crammed into the remaining space is a bearded wide-body
named LEWIS BODINE, sho is also asleep. Lewis is an R.O.V. (REMOTELY
OPERATED VEHICLE) pilot and is the resident Titanic expert.
Anatoly glances at the bottom sonar and makes a ballast adjustment.
CUT TO: 3 EXT. THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA
A pale, dead-flat lunar landscape. It gets brighter, lit from above, as MIR
ONE enters FRAME and drops to the seafloor in a downblast from its
thrusters. It hits bottom after its two hour free-fall with a loud BONK.
"I'm sorry but this is just getting confusing." Jack said. Alice sighed, she figured something like this would happen.
"Well, this part isn't really important for saving the Titanic…but it is important for Rose and Jack." She said. Everyone still looked confused but said nothing against it. Ruth was wondering what could be going on between her daughter and that gutter rat.
CUT TO: 4 INT. MIR ONE
Lovett and Bodine jerk awake at the landing.
ANATOLY (heavy Russian accent):We are here.
EXT. / INT. MIR ONE AND TWO
5 MINUTES LATER: THE TWO SUBS skim over the seafloor to the sound of
sidescan sonar and the THRUM of big thrusters.
6 The featureless gray clay of the bottom unrols in the lights of the subs.
Bodine is watching the sidescan sonar display, where the outline of a huge
pointed object is visible. Anatoly lies prone, driving the sub, his face
pressed to the center port.
BODINE: Come left a little. She's right in front of us, eighteen meters. Fifteen.
Thirteen... you should see it.
ANATOLY: Do you see it? I don't see it... there!
Out of the darkness, like a ghostly apparition, the bow of the ship
appears. Its knife-edge prow is coming straight at us, seeming to plow the
bottom sediment like ocean waves. It towers above the seafloor, standing
just as it landed 84 years ago.
There were many gasps as they all noticed what ship that was. Rose began to tear up as it finally sunk in, Jack wouldn't make it off the Titanic. She didn't care so much about herself but Jack had to survive, even if she didn't.
As if sensing what she was thinking Jack placed Rose carefully on his lap. He then kissed her cheek causing Jessica and Alice to silently 'aww'. "Rose, don't think like that. We'll change things, we'll both get off in time." Rose nodded slowly but held on to Jack as if her life depended on it. Ruth's eyes just narrowed but she said nothing as she tried to keep in mind what Alice had said about listening to her daughter.
THE TITANIC. Or what is left of her. Mir One goes up and over the bow
railing, intact except for an overgrowth of "rusticles" draping it like
mutated Spanish moss.
Captain Smith sucked in a breath. He did not like looking at his beloved ship that way. Mr. Ismay and Mr. Andrews seemed to be having a difficult time as well.
TIGHT ON THE EYEPIECE MONITOR of a video camcorder. Brock Lovett's face
fills the BLACK AND WHITE FRAME.
LOVETT: It still gets me every time.
The image pans to the front viewport, looking over Anatoly's shoulder, to
the bow railing visible in the lights beyond. Anatoly turns.
ANATOLY: Is just your guilt because of stealing from the dead.
There was some frowning at that. No one liked the idea of stealing from the dead. "How many years is this after the sinking of the ship?" Ruth asked.
"That's actually a really good question…" Jessica said frowning slightly.
CUT WIDER, to show that Brock is operating the camera himself, turning it
in his hand so it points at his own face.
LOVETT: Thanks, Tolya. Work with me, here.
Brock resumes his serious, pensive gaze out the front port, with the camera
aimed at himself at arm's length.
LOVETT: It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship
sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912,
after her long fall from the world above.
There were some tears at this. "Tha-that's only a few hours away…" Captain Smith stated.
"And there defiantly not enough life boats…" Mr. Andrews said his face paling. Mr. Ismay seemed to freak out at this news. It was his fault, it was his fault that there weren't enough life boats.
"My suggestion would be to finish watching the movie and then make decisions on how to change things." Alice suggested, she felt bad for the men who worked on the ship. Well…Mr. Ismay could be nicer but they still only wanted what was best for the passengers.
Anatoly rolls his eyes and mutters in Russian. Bodine chuckles and watches
the sonar.
BODINE: You are so full of shit, boss.
7 Mir Two drives aft down the starboard side, past the huge anchor while
Mir One passes over the seemingly endless forecastle deck, with its massive
anchor chains still laid out in two neat rows, its bronze windlass caps
gleaming. The 22 foot long subs are like white bugs next to the enormous
wreck.
The men who had worked on the ship winced again. Seeing their baby like that…it was terrible. They really wished they could change things for the better. If not for their ship then for the lives that would be on their hands if things didn't change.
LOVETT (V.O.): Dive nine. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic... two and a half miles down. The pressure is three tons per square inch, enough to crush us like a freight train going over an ant if our hull fails. These windows are nine inches thick and if they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds.
8 Mir Two lands on the boat deck, next to the ruins of the Officer's
Quarters. Mir One lands on the roof of the deck hous nearby.
LOVETT: Right. Let's go to work.
Bodine slips on a pair of 3-D electronic goggles, and grabs the joystick
controls of the ROV.
9 OUTSIDE THE SUB, the ROV, a small orange and black robot called SNOOP
DOG, lifts from its cradle and flies forward.
BODINE (V.O.): Walkin' the dog.
SNOOP DOG drives itself away from the sub, paying out its umbilical behind
it like a robot yo-yo. Its twin stereo-video cameras swivel like insect eyes. The ROV descends through an open shaft that once was the beautiful First Class Grand Staircase. Snoop Dog goes down several decks, then moves laterally into the First
Class Reception Room.
The people who belonged in First Class were shocked in seeing this. They had just seen that staircase no more than two minutes before. It seemed surreal that it was underwater in front of them.
SNOOP'S VIDEO POV, moving through the cavernous interior. The remains of the ornate handcarved woodwork which gave the ship its elegance move through the floodlights, the lines blurred by slow dissolution and descending rusticle formations. Stalactites of rust hang down so that at times it looks like a natural grotto, then the scene shifts and the lines of a ghostly undersea mansion can be seen again.
MONTAGE STYLE, as Snoop passes the ghostly images of Titanic's opulence:
10 A grand piano in amazingly good shape, crashed on its side against a wall. The keys gleam black and white in the lights.
11 A chandelier, still hanging from the ceiling by its wire... glinting as Snoop moves around it.
12 Its lights play across the floor, revealing a champagne bottle, then
some WHITE STAR LINE china... a woman's high-top "granny shoe". Then
something eerie: what looks like a child's skull resolves into the porcelain head of a doll.
Rose gasps again and lets the tears fall. Seeing something that actually belonged to a child on the ship broken and underwater caused her to cry. Too many children would never see the sun again, too many women who would never meet their true love. It was all too tragic for one Rose Dewitt Bukater.
Jack whispered softly into her ear, trying to calm down the girl who was clearly emotional. Jack might not know what she was thinking but he was pretty close with his thoughts as well.
Snoop enters a corridor which is much better preserved. Here and there a
door still hangs on its rusted hinges. An ornate piece of molding, a wall sconce... hint at the grandeur of the past.
13 THE ROV turns and goes through a black doorway, entering room B-52, the
sitting room of a "promenade suite", one of the most luxurious staterooms on Titanic.
Rose quickly wiped the tears away, "Mother, isn't that Cal's room?"
Ruth seemed to take a double-take. "It does seem like his room doesn't it…but what would anyone want from his room?" No one answered her as they hadn't a clue themselves except for Jessica and Alice who wisely kept their mouths closed.
BODINE: I'm in the sitting room. Heading for bedroom B-54.
"That is Mr. Hockley's room." Molly said. "Interesting."
LOVETT: Stay off the floor. Don't stir it up like you did yesterday.
BODINE: I'm tryin' boss.
Glinting in the lights are the brass fixtures of the near-perfectly
preserved fireplace. An albino Galathea crab crawls over it. Nearby are the
remains of a divan and a writing desk. The Dog crosses the ruins of the
once elegant room toward another DOOR. It squeezes through the doorframe,
scraping rust and wood chunks loose on both sides. It moves out of a cloud
of rust and keeps on going.
BODINE: I'm crossing the bedroom.
The remains of a pillared canopy bed. Broken chairs, a dresser. Through the
collapsed wall of the bathroom, the porcelain commode and bathtub took almost new, gleaming in the dark.
LOVETT: Okay, I want to see what's under that wardrobe door.
SEVERAL ANGLES as the ROV deploys its MANIPULATOR ARMS and starts moving debris aside. A lamp is lifted, its ceramic colors as bright as they were
in 1912.
LOVETT: Easy, Lewis. Take it slow.
Lewis grips a wardrobe door, lying at an angle in a corner, and pulls it
with Snoop's gripper. It moves reluctantly in a cloud of silt. Under it is a dark object. The silt clears and Snoop's cameras show them what was under the door...
BODINE: Ooohh daddy-oh, are you seein' what I'm seein'?
CLOSE ON LOVETT, watching his moniteors. By his expression it is like he is
seeing the Holy Grail.
They all seemed confused by this. They didn't understand what was going on at all.
LOVETT: Oh baby baby baby. (grabs the mike) It's payday, boys.
ON THE SCREEN, in the glare of the lights, is the object of their quest: a
small STEEL COMBINATION SAFE.
"What would they want with Cal's safe?" Molly asked. Rose blushed as she remembered what Jack and her had put in there the last time she had seen the safe. She really hoped that Cal had taken the drawing out before it made its way to the bottom of the Atlantic.
Jack seemed to realize the same thing as he hid his face in Rose's hair. He really hoped that no one figured out he was the one to draw that. He was sure that Rose's mother would kill him.
CUT TO: 14 EXT. STERN OF DECK OF KEDYSH - DAY
THE SAFE, dripping wet in the afternoon sun, is lowered onto the deck of a
ship by a winch are on the Russian research vessel AKADEMIK MISTISLAV KELDYSH. A crowd has gathered, including most of the crew of KELDYSH, the sub crews, and a hand-wringing money guy named BOBBY BUELL who represents the limited partners. There is also a documentary video crew, hired by Lovett to cover his moment of glory.
Everyone crowds around the safe. In the background Mir Two is being lowered
into its cradle on deck by a massive hydraulic arm. Mir One is already recovered with Lewis Bodine following Brock Lovett as he bounds over to the safe like a kid on Christmas morning.
BODINE: Who's the best? Say it.
LOVETT: You are, Lewis. (to the video crew) You rolling?
CAMERAMAN: Rolling.
Brock nods to his technicians, and they set about drilling the safe's
hinges. During this operation, Brock amps the suspense, working the lens to
fill the time.
LOVETT: Well, here it is, the moment of truth. Here's where we find out if the
time, the sweat, the money spent to charter this ship and these subs, to come out here to the middle of the North Atlantic... were worth it. If what we think is in that same... is in that safe... it will be.
They all frowned wondering what the man could be talking about.
Lovett grins wolfishly in anticipation of his greatest find yet. The door
is pried loose. It clangs onto the deck. Lovett moves closer, peering into the safe's wet interior. A long moment then... his face says it all.
LOVETT: Shit.
BODINE: You know, boss, this happened to Geraldo and his career never recovered.
LOVETT: (to the video cameraman) Get that outta my face.
"Whatever it was, he didn't find it." Fabrizio said. (I cannot write accents…sorry! If anyone can write accents and wants to PM me so I can fix it I will be glad to.)
CUT TO: 15 INT. LAB DECK, PRESERVATION ROOM - DAY
Technicians are carefully removing some papers from the safe and placing
them in a tray of water to separate them safely. Nearby, other artifacts from the stateroom are being washed and preserved.
Buell is on the satellite phone with the INVESTORS. Lovett is yelling at
the video crew.
LOVETT: You send out what I tell you when I tell you. I'm signing your paychecks, not 60 minutes. Now get set up for the uplink.
Buell covers the phone and turns to Lovett.
BUELL: The partners want to know how it's going?
LOVETT: How it's going? It's going like a first date in prison, whattaya think?
"Than I guess it isn't going so well." Jack said with a slight smirk causing Rose to giggle slightly.
Lovett grabs the phone from Buell and goes instantly smooth.
LOVETT: Hi, Dave? Barry? Look, it wasn't in the safe... no, look, don't worry about it, there're still plenty of places it could be... in the floor debris in the suite, in the mother's room, in the purser's safe on C deck... (seeing something) Hang on a second.
A tech coaxes some letters in the water tray to one side with a tong...
revealing a pencil (conte crayon) drawing of a woman.
Rose and Jack blushed as they recognized the drawing. Rose buried her face in Jacks' face as he buried his face in her hair. It took everyone a minute to realize who it was that was in the drawing.
The men in the room blushed as the women stared at the screen in shock. "Rose Dewitt Bukater! What in the name of God is that!" Ruth asked. Rose said nothing but she motioned for Alice to continue the movie.
Brock looks closely at the drawing, which is in excellent shape, though its edges have partially disintegrated. The woman is beautiful, and beautifully rendered. In her late teens or early twenties, she is nude, though posed with a kind of casual modesty. She is on an Empire divan, in a pool of light that seems to radiate outward from her eyes. Scrawled in the lower right corner is the date: April 14 1912. And the initials JD.
Everyone seemed to mull over the initials before someone gasped in shock. "Jack! Jack Dawson! You old dog!" Molly said with a smile. Jack paled as Ruth glared.
"Thank you, so much Mrs. Brown." Jack said sarcastically causing the men to chuckle and Molly to nod in his direction, a smile still on her face.
The girl is not entirely nude. At her throat is a diamond necklace with one
large stone hanging in the center.
Lovett grabs a reference photo from the clutter on the lab table. It is a
period black-and-white photo of a diamond necklace on a black velvet jeller's display stand. He holds it next to the drawing. It is clearly the same piece... a complex setting with a massive central stone which is almost heart-shaped.
Rose gasped as she realized what they were after. Then she frowned, she had placed the necklace back into the safe when she was done with it. She had wanted nothing more to do with it.
LOVETT: I'll be God damned.
CUT TO: 16 INSERT
A CNN NEWS STORY: a live satellite feed from the deck of the Keldysh, intercut with the CNN studio.
ANNOUNCER: Treasure hunter Brock Lovett is best known for finding Spanish gold in sunken galleons in the Caribbean. Now he is using deep submergence technology to work two and a half miles down at another famous wreck... the Titanic. He is with us live via satellite from a Russian research ship in the middle of the Atlantic... hello Brock?
"The technology of the time is truly amazing." Mr. Ismay said, causing Mr. Andrews to nod in agreement.
LOVETT: Yes, hi, Tracy. You know, Titanic is not just A shipwrick, Titanic is THE shipwreck. It's the Mount Everest of shipwrecks.
CUT TO: 17 INT. HOUSE / CERAMICS STUDIO
PULL BACK from the screen, showing the CNN report playing on a TV set in
the living room of a small rustic house. It is full of ceramics, figurines, folk art, the walls crammed with drawings and paintings... things collected over a lifetime.
PANNING to show a glassed-in studio attached to the house. Outside it is a
quiet morning in Ojai, California. In the studio, amid incredible clutter, an ANCIENT WOMAN is throwing a pot on a potter's wheel. The liquid red clay covers her hands... hands that are gnarled and age-spotted, but still surprisingly strong and supple. A woman in her early forties assists her.
LOVETT (V.O.): I've planned this expedition for three years, and we're out here recoveringsome amazing things... things that will have enormous historical and
educational value.
CNN REPORTER (V.O.): But it's no secret that education is not your main purpose. You're a treasure hunter. So what is the treasure you're hunting?
LOVETT (V.O.): I'd rather show you than tell you, and we think we're very close to doing just that.
The old woman's name is ROSE CALVERT. Her face is a wrinkled mass, her body shapeless and shrunken under a one-piece African-print dress. But her eyes are just as bright and alive as those of a young girl.
Jack, Rose, and Ruth gasped as they saw the old woman's eyes. They thought that the girl had said Rose died…
Rose gets up and walks into the living room, wiping pottery clay from her
hands with a rag. A Pomeranian dog gets up and comes in with her. The younger soman, LIZZY CALVERT, rushes to help her.
ROSE: Turn that up please, dear.
REPORTER (V.O.): Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvage rights and even ethics. Many are calling you a grave robber.
TIGHT ON THE SCREEN.
LOVETT: Nobody called the recovery of the artifacts from King Tut's tomb grave robbing. I have museum-trained experts here, making sure this stuff is preserved and catalogued properly. Look at this drawing, which was found today...
The video camera pans off Brock to the drawing, in a tray of water. The
image of the woman with the necklace FILLS FRAME.
LOVETT: ...a piece of paper that's been underwater for 84 years... and my team are able to preserve it intanct. Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity, when we can see it and enjoy it now...?
ROSE is galvanized by this image. Her mouth hangs open in amazement.
ROSE: I'll be God damned.
Now everyone was confuse but three more than the rest. "Who was that woman?" Tommy asked, he had seen those eyes before but he couldn't think of where.
Jessica and Alice looked at each other with identical grins. "You'll see." They said together, causing everyone else to shudder.
CUT TO: 18 EXT. KELDYSH DECK - NIGHT
CUT TO KELDYSH. The Mir subs are being launched. Mir Two is already in the water, and Lovett is getting ready to climb into Mir One when Bobby Buell runs up to him.
BUELL: There's a satellite call for you.
LOVETT: Bobby, we're launching. See these submersibles here, going in the water? Take a message.
BUELL: No, trust me, you want to take this call.
"I wonder who he would need to talk to so badly?" Molly wondered out loud.
CUT TO: 19 INT. LAB DECK / KELDYSH - NIGHT
Beull hands Lovett the phone, pushing down the blinking line. The call is from Rose and we see both ends of the conversation. She is in her kitchen with a mystified Lizzy.
LOVETT: This is Brock Lovett. What can I do for you, Mrs... ?
BUELL: Rose Calvert.
Gasps went throughout the room though no one was as confused as Rose. Why was her last name Calvert? She thought it would either stay Dewitt Bukater become Dawson or become Hockley.
LOVETT: ... Mrs. Calvert?
ROSE: I was just wondering if you had found the "Heart of the Ocean" yet, Mr.
Lovett.
It took Jack a minute but then he burst out laughing. "That's my Rose." Rose blushed at that but smiled just the same. Molly and Cora laughed a little at that as well.
Brock almost drops the phone. Bobby sees his shocked expression...
BUELL: I told you you wanted to take this call.
LOVETT: (to Rose) Alright. You have my attention, Rose. Can you tell me who the woman in the picture is?
ROSE: Oh yes. The woman in the picture is me.
"I think you have their attention now, Miss. Dewitt Bukater." Mr. Andrews chuckled softly. Rose smiled at the man.
"I do think that was what I was going for." She stated with a smirk.
CUT TO: 20 EXT. OCEAN - DAY
SMASH CUT TO AN ENORMOUS SEA STALLION HELICOPTER thundering across the ocean. PAN 180 degrees as it roars past. There is no land at either
horizon. The Keldysh is visible in the distance.
CLOSE ON A WINDOW of the monster helicopter. Rose's face is visible, looking out calmly.
"It would seem as if they wanted to talk to you now." Tommy said with a smirk. Rose nodded with a grin.
CUT TO: 21 EXT. KELDYSH - DAY
Brock and Bodine are watching Mir 2 being swung over the side to start a
dive.
BODINE: She's a goddamned liar! A nutcase. Like that... what's her name? That
Anastasia babe.
Rose and Jack frowned, "I don't think I would lie about that." She said calmly but dangerously.
BUELL: They're inbound.
Brock nods and the three of them head forward to meet the approaching helicopter.
BODINE: She says she's Rose DeWitt Bukater, right? Rose DeWitt Bukater died on the Titanic. At the age of 17. If she'd've lived, she'd be over a hundred now.
"Umm…wow. Rose, you got old." Jack chuckled. Rose childishly shuck her tounge out at him. Ruth sat there appalled.
LOVETT: A hundred and one next month.
BODINE: Okay, so she's a very old goddamned liar. I traced her as far back as the 20's... she was working as an actress in L.A. An actress. Her name was Rose Dawson. Then she married a guy named Calvert, moved to Cedar Rapids, had two kids. Now Calvert's dead, and from what I've heard Cedar Rapids is dead.
Jack sat there in shock. "You…took…my name?" he was extremely confused. Rose just shrugged, she was confused as well.
"At least my dream of becoming an actress came true." Rose said with a frown, how did she go on living if Jack didn't survive?
The Sea Stallion approaches the ship, BG, forcing Brock to yell over the
rotors.
LOVETT: And everyobody who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead... or on this ship. But she knows about it. And I want to hear what she has to say.
Got it?
CUT TO: 22 EXT. KELDYSH HELIPAD
IN A THUNDERING DOWNBLAST the helicopter's wheels bounce down on the helipad.
Lovett, Buell and Bodine watch as the HELICOPTER CREW CHIEF hands out about ten suitcases, and then Rose is lowered to the deck in a wheelchair by Keldysh crewmen. Lizzy, ducking unnecessarily under the rotor, follows her out, carrying FREDDY the Pomeranian. The crew chief hands a puzzled Keldysh crewmember a goldfish bowl with several fish in it. Rose does not travel light.
"It seems like once you are First Class you never really realize how to travel light." Jack teased, causing Rose, Fabrizio, Tommy, Cora, and Helga to laugh. Ruth just sat there like she had a stick up her butt and Molly had a small smile on her face.
HOLD ON the incongruous image of this little old lady, looking impossibly
fragile amongst all the high tech gear, grungy deck crew and gigantic equipment.
BODINE: S'cuse me, I have to go check our supply of Depends.
Many raised eyebrows at that as they had no idea what that meant. Jessica was about to explain but Alice placed her hand over the girls mouth to keep her from speaking.
CUT TO: 23 INT. ROSE'S STATEROOM / KELDYSH - DAY
Lizzy is unpacking Rose's things in the small utilitarian room. Rose is placing a number of FRAMED PHOTOS on the bureau, arranging them carefully next to the fishbowl. Brock and Bodine are in the doorway.
LOVETT: Is your stateroom alright?
ROSE: Yes. Very nice. Have you met my granddaughter, Lizzy? She takes care of me.
"At least I have someone to care for me. Not like I have now." Rose said looking directly at her mother, who looked like she swallowed a lemon.
LIZZY: Yes. We met just a few minutes ago, grandma. Remember, up on deck?
ROSE: Oh, yes.
Brock glances at Bodine... oh oh. Bodine rolls his eyes. Rose finishes arranging her photographs. We get a general glimpse of them: the usual snapshots... children and grandchildren, her late husband.
Jack frowns as he saw the photo of her late husband. He silently wondered who he was and where he was…
ROSE: There, that's nice. I have to have my pictures when I travel. And Freddy of course. (to the Pomeranian) Isn't that right, sweetie.
LOVETT: Would you like anything?
ROSE: I should like to see my drawing.
Rose chuckled sadly, "That sounds like something I would say."
CUT TO: 24 INT. LAB DECK, PRESERVATION AREA
Rose looks at the drawing in its tray of water, confronting herself across a span of 84 years. Until they can figure out the best way to preserve it, they have to keep it immersed. It sways and ripples, almost as if alive.
TIGHT ON Rose's ancient eyes, gazing at the drawing.
25 FLASHCUT of a man's hand, holding a conte crayon deftly creating a shoulder and the shape of her hair with two efficient lines.
26 THE WOMAN'S FACE IN THE DRAWING, dancing under the water.
27 A FLASHCUT of a man's eyes, just visible over the top of a sketching
pad. They look up suddenly right into the LENS. Soft eyes, but fearlessly direct.
Rose glanced at Jack, as if making sure he was still there. Jack smiled as he realized what she was doing and he held her more tightly.
28 Rose smiles, remembering. Brock has the reference photo of the necklace in his hand.
LOVET: Louis the Sixteenth wore a fabulous stone, called the Blue Diamond of the Crown, which disappeared in 1792, about the time Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too... recut into a heart-like shape... and it became Le Coeur de la Mer. The Heart of the Ocean. Today it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond.
ROSE: It was a dreadful, heavy thing. (she points at the drawing) I only wore it this once.
Rose sighed in relief. She never wanted to wear that damn thing again. Jack seemed to sense her thinking and chukled.
LIZZY: You actually believe this is you, grandma?
Everyone seemed to chuckle at the thought of Rose being a grandmother. Rose glared, "I'm allowed to have grandchildren." She mumbled under her breath causing Jack to kiss her neck.
ROSE: It is me, dear. Wasn't I a hot number?
There were even more chuckles at that as Rose shook her head trying to rid herself of that memory. "If I ever say that again, any of you have permission to slap me."
LOVETT: I tracked it down through insurance records... and old claim that was
settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Do you know who the client was, Rose?
"Hockley." Jack and Rose said together. Jack said it darkly and Rose said as an explination.
ROSE: Someone named Hockley, I should imagine.
LOVETT: Nathan Hockley, right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. For a diamond necklace his son Caledon Hockley bought in France for his fiancee... you... a week
before he sailed on Titanic. And the claim was filed right after the sinking. So the diamond had to've gone down with the ship. (to Lizzy) See the date?
LIZZY: April 14, 1912.
"Today." They all breathed.
LOVETT: If your grandma is who she says she is, she was wearing the diamond the day Titanic sank. (to Rose) And that makes you my new best friend. I will happily compensate you for anything you can tell us that will lead to its recovery.
ROSE: I don't want your money, Mr. Lovett. I know how hard it is for people who care greatly for money to give some away.
"Ain't that the truth." Molly said sincerely as she glanced at the happy couple from the corner of her eye.
BODINE: (skeptical) You don't want anything?
ROSE:(indicating the drawing) You may give me this, if anything I tell you is of value.
"I like that deal." Rose said as Jack nodded in approval.
LOVETT: Deal. (crossing the room) Over here are a few things we've recovered from your staterooms.
Laid out on a worktable are fifty or so objects, from mundane to valuable.
Rose, shrunken in her chair, can barely see over the table top. With a trembling hand she lifts a tortoise shell hand mirror, inlaid with mother of pearl. She caresses it wonderingly.
ROSE: This was mine. How extraordinary! It looks the same as the last time I saw it.
"And that was just this morning. This is extraordinary!" Rose whispered in awe.
She turns the mirror over and looks at her ancient face in the cracked
glass.
ROSE: The reflection has changed a bit.
She spies something else, a silver and moonstone art-nouveau brooch.
ROSE: My mother's brooch. She wanted to go back for it. Caused quite a fuss.
"That sounds like Ruth." Molly said with a smirk causing said woman to frown.
Rose picks up an ornate art-nouveau HAIR COMB. A jade butterfly takes
flight on the ebony handle of the comb. She turns it slowly, remembering. We can see that Rose is experiencing a rush of images and emotions that have lain dormant for eight decades as she handles the butterfly comb.
LOVETT: Are you ready to go back to Titanic?