The ship glows with the warm creamy light of late afternoon. Harry and Ron
stand right at the bow gripping the curving railing so familiar from images
of the wreck. Harrry leans over, looking down fifty feet to where the prow
cuts the surface like a knife, sending up two glassy sheets of water.
ON THE BRIDGE, CAPTAIN SMITH turns from the binnacle to FIRST OFFICER WILLIAM MURDOCH.
"Take her to sea Mister Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs."
Murdoch moves the engine telegraph lever to ALL AHEAD FULL.
IN THE ENGINE ROOM the telegraph clangs and moves to "All Ahead Full".
CHIEF ENGINEER BELL yells, "All ahead full!"
On the catwalk THOMAS ANDREWS, the shipbuilder, watches carefully as the engineers and greasers scramble to adjust valves. Towering above them are the twin RECIPROCATING engines, four stories tall, their ten-foot-long connecting rods surging up and down with the turning of the massive crankshafts. The engines thunder like the footfalls of marching giants.
N THE BOILER ROOMS the STOKERS chant a song as they hurl coal into the roaring furnaces. The "black gang" are covered with sweat and coal dust, their muscles working like part of the machinery as they toil in the hellish glow.
UNDERWATER the enormous bronze screws chop through the water, hurling the steamer forward and churning up a vortex of foam that lingers for miles behind the juggernaut ship. Smoke pours from the funnels as--
The riven water flares higher at the bow as the ship's speeds builds. Harry has the wind streaming through his hair and--
Captain Smith steps out of the enclosed bridge onto the wing. He stands with his hands on the rail, looking every bit the storybook picture of a Captain... a great patriarch of the sea.
FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH yells "Twenty one knots, sir!"
"She's got a bone in her teeth now, eh, Mr. Murdoch." Smith says.
Smith accepts a cup of tea from FIFTH OFFICER LOWE. He contentedly watches the white V of water hurled outward from the bows like an expression of his own personal power. They are invulnerable, towering over the sea.
AT THE BOW Harry and Ron lean far over, looking down.
In the glassy bow-wave two dolphins appear, under the water, running fast just in front of the steel blade of the prow. They do it for the sheer joy and exultation of motion. Jack watches the dolphins and grins. They breach, jumping clear of the water and then dive back, crisscrossing in front of the bow, dancing ahead of the juggernaut.
Ron looks forward across the Atlantic, staring into the sunsparkles.
"I can see the Statue of Liberty already." Ron says, grinning at Harry "Very small... of course."
"She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history..." Ismay says, "...and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up." He indicates a handsome 39 year old Irish gentlemen to his right, THOMAS ANDREWS, of Harland and Wolf Shipbuilders.
WIDER, showing the group assembled for lunch the next day. Ismay seated with Draco, Hermione, Ruth, Minerva McGonagol, and Thomas Andrews in the Palm Court, a beautiful sunny spot enclosed by high arched windows.
ANDREWS dislikes the attention "Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is." he slaps the table "...willed into solid reality."
"Why're ships always bein' called "she"? Is it because men think half the women around have big sterns and should be weighed in tonnage?" Minerva says boldly and everyone laughs. Just another example of the men settin' the rules their way.
The waiter arrives to take orders. Hermione lights a cigarette.
"You know I don't like that, Hermione." Ruth tells her daughter.
"She knows." Draco replies. Draco takes the cigarette from her and stubs it out.
"We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce." Draco says to the waiter. Draco then turns to Hermione, after the waiter moves away. "You like lamb, don't you sweetpea?"
Minerva is watching the dynamic between Hermione, Draco and Ruth. "So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal?" Minerva says boldly. She then turns to Ismay, "Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? You, Bruce?"
"Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury... and safety--"
"Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Ismay." Herrmione askes.
Andrews chockes on his breadstick, suppressing laughter.
"My God, Hermione, what's gotten into--" Hermione then inturupts her mother.
"Excuse me." She says and walks off.
RUTH is mortified. "I do apologize."
"She's a pistol, Draco. You sure you can handle her?" Minerva asks.
Draco, now tense but feigning unconcern "Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on."
ON THE BRIDGE, CAPTAIN SMITH turns from the binnacle to FIRST OFFICER WILLIAM MURDOCH.
"Take her to sea Mister Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs."
Murdoch moves the engine telegraph lever to ALL AHEAD FULL.
IN THE ENGINE ROOM the telegraph clangs and moves to "All Ahead Full".
CHIEF ENGINEER BELL yells, "All ahead full!"
On the catwalk THOMAS ANDREWS, the shipbuilder, watches carefully as the engineers and greasers scramble to adjust valves. Towering above them are the twin RECIPROCATING engines, four stories tall, their ten-foot-long connecting rods surging up and down with the turning of the massive crankshafts. The engines thunder like the footfalls of marching giants.
N THE BOILER ROOMS the STOKERS chant a song as they hurl coal into the roaring furnaces. The "black gang" are covered with sweat and coal dust, their muscles working like part of the machinery as they toil in the hellish glow.
UNDERWATER the enormous bronze screws chop through the water, hurling the steamer forward and churning up a vortex of foam that lingers for miles behind the juggernaut ship. Smoke pours from the funnels as--
The riven water flares higher at the bow as the ship's speeds builds. Harry has the wind streaming through his hair and--
Captain Smith steps out of the enclosed bridge onto the wing. He stands with his hands on the rail, looking every bit the storybook picture of a Captain... a great patriarch of the sea.
FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH yells "Twenty one knots, sir!"
"She's got a bone in her teeth now, eh, Mr. Murdoch." Smith says.
Smith accepts a cup of tea from FIFTH OFFICER LOWE. He contentedly watches the white V of water hurled outward from the bows like an expression of his own personal power. They are invulnerable, towering over the sea.
AT THE BOW Harry and Ron lean far over, looking down.
In the glassy bow-wave two dolphins appear, under the water, running fast just in front of the steel blade of the prow. They do it for the sheer joy and exultation of motion. Jack watches the dolphins and grins. They breach, jumping clear of the water and then dive back, crisscrossing in front of the bow, dancing ahead of the juggernaut.
Ron looks forward across the Atlantic, staring into the sunsparkles.
"I can see the Statue of Liberty already." Ron says, grinning at Harry "Very small... of course."
"She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history..." Ismay says, "...and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up." He indicates a handsome 39 year old Irish gentlemen to his right, THOMAS ANDREWS, of Harland and Wolf Shipbuilders.
WIDER, showing the group assembled for lunch the next day. Ismay seated with Draco, Hermione, Ruth, Minerva McGonagol, and Thomas Andrews in the Palm Court, a beautiful sunny spot enclosed by high arched windows.
ANDREWS dislikes the attention "Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is." he slaps the table "...willed into solid reality."
"Why're ships always bein' called "she"? Is it because men think half the women around have big sterns and should be weighed in tonnage?" Minerva says boldly and everyone laughs. Just another example of the men settin' the rules their way.
The waiter arrives to take orders. Hermione lights a cigarette.
"You know I don't like that, Hermione." Ruth tells her daughter.
"She knows." Draco replies. Draco takes the cigarette from her and stubs it out.
"We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce." Draco says to the waiter. Draco then turns to Hermione, after the waiter moves away. "You like lamb, don't you sweetpea?"
Minerva is watching the dynamic between Hermione, Draco and Ruth. "So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal?" Minerva says boldly. She then turns to Ismay, "Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? You, Bruce?"
"Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury... and safety--"
"Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Ismay." Herrmione askes.
Andrews chockes on his breadstick, suppressing laughter.
"My God, Hermione, what's gotten into--" Hermione then inturupts her mother.
"Excuse me." She says and walks off.
RUTH is mortified. "I do apologize."
"She's a pistol, Draco. You sure you can handle her?" Minerva asks.
Draco, now tense but feigning unconcern "Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on."