The film started up again to Jack and Harley running across the deck. "We have to tell Harvey and Mother about the iceberg!" exclaimed Harley. "They won't know anything's wrong…"

"Harley, there you are!" cried Dent, as they ran into him on the stairs. "I've been looking for you everywhere. And you too, Mr. Napier," he muttered, eyes narrowed.

"Harvey, where's Mother?" asked Harley. "Something terrible has happened! We've hit a…what are you doing?!" she exclaimed, as two men suddenly seized ahold of Jack.

"Jack Napier, you're under arrest for murder in Gotham City," said Dent, calmly, as the men began to search him. One of them pulled the Heart of the Ocean out of his pocket, and held it out to Dent. "And theft," he added, taking it from him. "Take him away and lock him up somewhere."

"He didn't steal that!" snapped Harley. "I gave it to him!"

Dent turned to look at her. "You have no right to give away my engagement present," he growled. "Especially not to some common criminal."

"I ain't a common criminal!" snapped Jack. "I'm a damn good one!"

"Indeed, you must be, to have stolen Harley's heart," muttered Dent. "But I'm reclaiming my property from you, Mr. Napier. All of it," he said, taking Harley's arm firmly.

"Harvey, you have to listen!" cried Harley. "The ship's hit an iceberg…"

"I'm sure the crew have everything under control," interrupted Dent. "This ship is unsinkable, after all, Harley, so don't worry your pretty head about it. I said take him away!" he roared at the men.

They dragged Jack off, struggling and looking back at Harley. She was pulled away from him and dragged back to her cabin. "Harvey, please…" she began, but he suddenly struck her across the face.

"How dare you give away my property to that filthy criminal, you little slut?!" he roared. "You know how much this cost, you dumb bitch?! Do you?!" he shouted, holding the necklace up.

"I don't care!" she shrieked. "Money doesn't matter to me anymore, Harvey! Jack's given me something far more precious than that! And I am not going to marry you, do you understand?!"

"Who are you going to marry then?!" he demanded. "That penniless thief?! That murderer?!"

Harley used to be afraid of his temper. But she wasn't anymore. "Yes," she said, firmly. "I love him."

Dent could not have looked more enraged. He grabbed her by the arms, so tightly that she could feel bruises forming, and shook her roughly. "Listen to me, you little whore!" he hissed. "I don't know what he's done to you, although I have a pretty good idea, you filthy slut! But I will not let that disgusting excuse for a human being best me! I will not lose you to him!"

"You already have," she retorted.

He raised his hand to strike her again when there was a knock on the door. "Excuse me, sir, but the captain's ordering everyone to put on their life vests and come out onto the deck," said a member of the crew. "Just a routine safety check – nothing to worry about."

"Thank you," snapped Dent. "My fiancee and I will be out momentarily."

"He's lying," said Harley as the door shut. "We saw the iceberg hit, and we heard it scrape the hull. Something is terribly wrong with this ship."

"You're going to learn to hold your tongue after we're married, or suffer the consequences," muttered Dent, seizing two life-jackets and tossing one to Harley. "My wife will be seen and not heard."

"And she's not going to be me," snapped Harley.

He looked ready to hit her again, when another knock came on the door. "Harley, Harvey, I've just heard the news!" exclaimed Ivy. "What's all this about going on deck? It's after midnight!"

"It's a routine safety check, Pamela," snapped Dent. "I'm sure it'll be over fairly quickly and we can all head to bed."

He dragged Harley out of the cabin, with Ivy following. They joined the people milling about in the first class foyer, talking amongst themselves in puzzlement. Harley looked around for some way to escape and find Jack when she saw Crane moving about the foyer, indicating to passengers who weren't wearing a life vest to put one on.

"Mr. Crane," said Harley in a low voice, catching his arm. "I saw us hit the iceberg. Is it…is it serious?"

He looked at her. "Yes," he said, quietly. "In two hours time, this ship will be at the bottom of the Atlantic."

Dent and Ivy stared at him. "But…but I thought it was unsinkable!" gasped Ivy.

Crane smiled grimly. "So did I, dear lady," he murmured. "So did I. Now we must get you on the deck and into a lifeboat as quickly as possible. Come along," he said, taking Ivy's hand.

While Dent was distracted processing the horror of the situation, Harley wrenched her arm out of his grip and dashed off down the hall, ignoring the shouts after her. "Jack!" she called, racing down the corridors and looking around desperately. "Jack, where are you?"

Far below in the officers' quarters, Jack Napier was being handcuffed to a pole. "Captain's orders – get back on deck and help the women and children into the lifeboats," said one of the officers. "This ship is sinking, and we have to get as many passengers as possible off it before it does."

"Wait, so this ship is sinking and you're gonna leave me handcuffed here?!" demanded Jack. "Why doncha gimme a fighting chance like the rest of these people?!"

The man looked at him, sneering. "You're a criminal, not a person. I don't see any reason why we shouldn't let you drown like the rat you are. A man like you would probably shove a child out of the way to take their space in the lifeboat. It's better that we don't risk a life that can be saved against your worthless one."

They left him, slamming the door shut. "I hate humanity," muttered Jack, struggling against his handcuffs. "If I live through this, I swear to God, I'm gonna become a homicidal maniac with no regard for human life and wreak chaos and mayhem on an unsuspecting city night after night. Just you wait."

He heard a shuddering as the ship listed suddenly, sending furniture crashing toward him. "Oh, this is not good," he muttered, as water began pouring under the door.