A VIEW OF TITANIC from several blocks away, towering above the terminal
buildings like the skyline of a city. The steamer's whistle echoes across
Southampton.
PULL BACK, revealing that we were looking through a window, and back further to show the smoky inside of a pub. It is crowded with dockworkers and ship;s crew.
Just inside the window, a poker game is in progress. four men, in working class clothes, play a very serious hand.
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, both about 20, exchange a glance as the other two players argue in Swedish. Jack is American, a lanky drifter with his hair a little long for the standards of the times. He is also unshaven, and his clothes are rumpled from sleeping in them. He is an artist, and has adopted the bohemian style of art scene in Paris. He is also very self-possessed and sure-footed for 20, having lived on his own since 15.
The two swedes continue their sullen argument, in Swedish.
"You stupid fishhead. I can't believe you bet our tickets." He says in swedish.
"You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. Now shutup and take a card." The other man says, also in Swedish.
"Hit me again, Sven." Harry says cockily.
Harry takes the card and slips it into his hand.
Ron is licking his lips nervously as he refuses a card.
Ecu, the other sweden stacks in the middle of the table. Bills and coins from four countries. This has been going on for a while. Sitting on top of the money are two 3RD class tickets for the Titanic.
The Titanic's whistle blows again. Final warning.
"The moment of truth boys. Somebody's life's about to change." Harry says.
Ron puts his cards down. So do the Swedes. Jack holds his close.
"Let's see... Fabrizio's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven, uh oh... two pair... mmm." Harry says nervously, he turns to his friend, "Sorry Ron."
"What sorry? What you got? You lose my money?? Ma va fa'n culo testa di cazzo--" Ron screams, but Harry interrupts him.
"Sorry, you're not gonna see your mama again for a long time..." He slaps a full house down on the table. Harry grins boyishly, "'Cause you're goin' to America!! Full house boys!"
"Porca Madonna!! YEEAAAAA!!!" Ron screams happily. The table explodes into shouting in several languages. Jack rakes in the money and the tickets.
"Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and..." Harry says to the Swedes before turning to Ron, "we're going to--" Ron and Harry both yell loudly, "L'AMERICA!!!"
Olaf balls up one huge farmer's fist. We think he's going to clobber Harry, but he swings round and punches Sven, who flops backward onto the floor and sits there, looking depressed. Olaf forgets about Harry and Ron, who are dancing around, and goes into a rapid harangue of his stupid cousin.
Jack kisses the tickets, then jumps on Fabrizio's back and rides him around the pub. It's like they won the lottery.
"Goin' home... to the land o' the free and the home of the real hot-dogs! On the TITANIC!! We're ridin' in high style now! We're practically goddamned royalty, ragazzo mio!!" Harry smiles broudly.
" You see? Is my destinio!! Like I told you. I go to l'America!! To be a millionaire!!" Ron says to no one in particular "Capito?? I go to America!!"
"No, mate. Titanic go to America. In five minutes." The pubkeeper replies to the boys, pointing at the clock.
Harry and Ron grab all there stuff and grin as the walk "It's been grand." They run for the door.
"'Course I'm sure if they knew it was you lot comin', they'd be pleased to wait!" the pubkeeper says to everyone.
CUT TO:
Harry and Ron, carrying everything they own in the world in the kit bags on their shoulders, sprint toward the pier. They tear through milling crowds next to the terminal. Shouts go up behind them as they jostle slow-moving gentlemen. They dodge piles of luggage, and weave through groups of people. They burst out onto the pier and Jack comes to a dead stop... staring at the cast wall of the ship's hull, towering seven stories above the wharf and over an eighth of a mile long. The Titanic is monstrous.
Ron runs back and grabs Harry, and they sprint toward the third class gangway aft, at E deck. They reach the bottom of the ramp just as SIXTH OFFICER MOODY detaches it at the top. It starts to swing down from the gangway doors.
"Wait!! We're passengers!" Harry is now flushed and panting, he waves the tickets.
"Have you been through the inspection queue?"
"Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans." Harry glances at Ron, "Both of us."
"Right, come aboard." Moody says testy.
Moody has QUARTERMASTER ROWE reattach the gangway. Harry and Ron come aboard. Moody glances at the tickets, then passes Harry and Ron through to Rowe. Rowe looks at the names on the tickets to enter them in the passenger list.
"Gundersen. And...," reading Fabrizio's "Gundersen." He hands the tickets back, eyeing Ron's Mediterranean looks suspiciously.
Harry grabs Ron's arm "Come on, Ron."
Harry and Ron whoop with victory as they run down the white-painted corridero... grinning from ear to ear.
"We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!" Harry says.
The mooring lines, as big around as a man's arm, are dropped into the water. A cheer goes up on the pier as Ron tugs pull the Titanic away from the quay. Ron and Harry burst through a door onto the aft well deck. TRACKING WITH THEM as they run across the deck and up the steel stairs to the poop deck. They get to the rail and Jack starts to yell and wave to the crowd on the dock.
"You know somebody?" Ron asks.
"Of course not. That's not the point." Harry replys, he then turns back to the crowd, "Goodbye! Goodbye!! I'll miss you!"
Grinning, Ron joins in, adding his voice to the swell of voices, feeling the exhilaration of the moment.
"Goodbye! I will never forget you!!" Ron yells.
The crowd of cheering well-wishers waves heartily as a black wall of metal moves past them. Impossibly tiny figues wave back from the ship's rails. Titanic gathers speed.
The prow of Titanic FILLS FRAME behind the lead tug, which is dwarfed. The bow wave spreads before the mighty plow of the liner's hull as it moves down the River Test toward the English Channel.
Harry and Ron walk down a narrow corridor with doors lining both sides like a college dorm. Total confusion as people argue over luggage in several languages, or wander in confusion in the labyrinth. They pass emigrants studying the signs over the doors, and looking up the words in phrase books.
They find their berth. It is a modest cubicle, painted enamel white, with four bunks. Exposed pipes overhead. The other two guys are already there. OLAUS and BJORN GUNDERSEN.
Harry throws his kit on one open bunk, while Ron takes the other.
"Where is Sven?" Bjorn asks in Swedish.
PULL BACK, revealing that we were looking through a window, and back further to show the smoky inside of a pub. It is crowded with dockworkers and ship;s crew.
Just inside the window, a poker game is in progress. four men, in working class clothes, play a very serious hand.
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, both about 20, exchange a glance as the other two players argue in Swedish. Jack is American, a lanky drifter with his hair a little long for the standards of the times. He is also unshaven, and his clothes are rumpled from sleeping in them. He is an artist, and has adopted the bohemian style of art scene in Paris. He is also very self-possessed and sure-footed for 20, having lived on his own since 15.
The two swedes continue their sullen argument, in Swedish.
"You stupid fishhead. I can't believe you bet our tickets." He says in swedish.
"You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. Now shutup and take a card." The other man says, also in Swedish.
"Hit me again, Sven." Harry says cockily.
Harry takes the card and slips it into his hand.
Ron is licking his lips nervously as he refuses a card.
Ecu, the other sweden stacks in the middle of the table. Bills and coins from four countries. This has been going on for a while. Sitting on top of the money are two 3RD class tickets for the Titanic.
The Titanic's whistle blows again. Final warning.
"The moment of truth boys. Somebody's life's about to change." Harry says.
Ron puts his cards down. So do the Swedes. Jack holds his close.
"Let's see... Fabrizio's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven, uh oh... two pair... mmm." Harry says nervously, he turns to his friend, "Sorry Ron."
"What sorry? What you got? You lose my money?? Ma va fa'n culo testa di cazzo--" Ron screams, but Harry interrupts him.
"Sorry, you're not gonna see your mama again for a long time..." He slaps a full house down on the table. Harry grins boyishly, "'Cause you're goin' to America!! Full house boys!"
"Porca Madonna!! YEEAAAAA!!!" Ron screams happily. The table explodes into shouting in several languages. Jack rakes in the money and the tickets.
"Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and..." Harry says to the Swedes before turning to Ron, "we're going to--" Ron and Harry both yell loudly, "L'AMERICA!!!"
Olaf balls up one huge farmer's fist. We think he's going to clobber Harry, but he swings round and punches Sven, who flops backward onto the floor and sits there, looking depressed. Olaf forgets about Harry and Ron, who are dancing around, and goes into a rapid harangue of his stupid cousin.
Jack kisses the tickets, then jumps on Fabrizio's back and rides him around the pub. It's like they won the lottery.
"Goin' home... to the land o' the free and the home of the real hot-dogs! On the TITANIC!! We're ridin' in high style now! We're practically goddamned royalty, ragazzo mio!!" Harry smiles broudly.
" You see? Is my destinio!! Like I told you. I go to l'America!! To be a millionaire!!" Ron says to no one in particular "Capito?? I go to America!!"
"No, mate. Titanic go to America. In five minutes." The pubkeeper replies to the boys, pointing at the clock.
Harry and Ron grab all there stuff and grin as the walk "It's been grand." They run for the door.
"'Course I'm sure if they knew it was you lot comin', they'd be pleased to wait!" the pubkeeper says to everyone.
CUT TO:
Harry and Ron, carrying everything they own in the world in the kit bags on their shoulders, sprint toward the pier. They tear through milling crowds next to the terminal. Shouts go up behind them as they jostle slow-moving gentlemen. They dodge piles of luggage, and weave through groups of people. They burst out onto the pier and Jack comes to a dead stop... staring at the cast wall of the ship's hull, towering seven stories above the wharf and over an eighth of a mile long. The Titanic is monstrous.
Ron runs back and grabs Harry, and they sprint toward the third class gangway aft, at E deck. They reach the bottom of the ramp just as SIXTH OFFICER MOODY detaches it at the top. It starts to swing down from the gangway doors.
"Wait!! We're passengers!" Harry is now flushed and panting, he waves the tickets.
"Have you been through the inspection queue?"
"Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans." Harry glances at Ron, "Both of us."
"Right, come aboard." Moody says testy.
Moody has QUARTERMASTER ROWE reattach the gangway. Harry and Ron come aboard. Moody glances at the tickets, then passes Harry and Ron through to Rowe. Rowe looks at the names on the tickets to enter them in the passenger list.
"Gundersen. And...," reading Fabrizio's "Gundersen." He hands the tickets back, eyeing Ron's Mediterranean looks suspiciously.
Harry grabs Ron's arm "Come on, Ron."
Harry and Ron whoop with victory as they run down the white-painted corridero... grinning from ear to ear.
"We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!" Harry says.
The mooring lines, as big around as a man's arm, are dropped into the water. A cheer goes up on the pier as Ron tugs pull the Titanic away from the quay. Ron and Harry burst through a door onto the aft well deck. TRACKING WITH THEM as they run across the deck and up the steel stairs to the poop deck. They get to the rail and Jack starts to yell and wave to the crowd on the dock.
"You know somebody?" Ron asks.
"Of course not. That's not the point." Harry replys, he then turns back to the crowd, "Goodbye! Goodbye!! I'll miss you!"
Grinning, Ron joins in, adding his voice to the swell of voices, feeling the exhilaration of the moment.
"Goodbye! I will never forget you!!" Ron yells.
The crowd of cheering well-wishers waves heartily as a black wall of metal moves past them. Impossibly tiny figues wave back from the ship's rails. Titanic gathers speed.
The prow of Titanic FILLS FRAME behind the lead tug, which is dwarfed. The bow wave spreads before the mighty plow of the liner's hull as it moves down the River Test toward the English Channel.
Harry and Ron walk down a narrow corridor with doors lining both sides like a college dorm. Total confusion as people argue over luggage in several languages, or wander in confusion in the labyrinth. They pass emigrants studying the signs over the doors, and looking up the words in phrase books.
They find their berth. It is a modest cubicle, painted enamel white, with four bunks. Exposed pipes overhead. The other two guys are already there. OLAUS and BJORN GUNDERSEN.
Harry throws his kit on one open bunk, while Ron takes the other.
"Where is Sven?" Bjorn asks in Swedish.