Wow, I didn't think this story would be so well received! Thank you all so much for your kind words.
- Queenoffangirls18: I think at the end of the movie, especially in the scene on the Carpathia that was cut out where Ruth is looking for Rose, we get to see that she's not all materialistic but actually cares about her daughter. Of course, since we never get to hear her thoughts, all we can do is guess and this is just my personal opinion. I know that a lot of people think differently.
- Guest: Assuming that you are the same Guest who wrote the other review on chapter two as well, thank you. I'm trying to make everyone stay in character which is easier said than done, especially with the ones we don't get to see much of in the movie. I hope I'm doing them justice. I don't know why but I find Jack especially difficult to write, I'm working on it though. ;)
- spikessweetgirl75: Thanks! I often have to rewrite their reactions or throw in another comment or two. Since they're not reading a book/the script, they only have the images and spoken lines to refer to. They can't know, for example, that old Rose is old Rose when we meet her for the first time in the movie, even though the script says so from the beginning.
- Emerald Charms: Not sure where you read any comments from Molly in the second chapter, but she sure will make more appearances in the future! xD She was only mentioned once. lol Nevertheless, thanks for the kind review! Yes, Cal is probably as much fun to write as he is to read. Although he is a slimy little git and I really can't stand him - him and Ismay.
Anyway, here is the third chapter! I hope that you'll enjoy it as much as the other two! :)
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.
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.
BUELL: They're inbound.
Brock nods and the three of them head forward to meet the approaching hele.
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.
Ruth pursed her lips. She wasn't sure how much of this nonsense she could bear to listen to. The Titanic had not sunk yet and she saw absolutely no reason why it should sink any time soon.
Even if it did, they were first-class passengers. They would be granted a seat in a life boat before any of the lower classes would even be allowed on deck. It was just one of many advantages money brought with it – it would keep them save and, more importantly, it would keep them alive.
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.
"Dawson," Cal spat out the name as if it were pure evil and gave his fiancée a look that made Cat shiver. "I think we have much to discuss when we return home, darling. Don't you agree?"
Rose lowered her eyes. Her heart was beating so erratically in her chest, she was sure the others could hear it. She'd never seen Cal look at her this way, a sickeningly sweet expression mixed with so much hatred and anger that she was too terrified to even reply.
"Look at me when I talk to you," he said coolly.
"With that look on your face, Cal, I'm surprised she isn't down in tears," Molly retorted.
The Sea Stallion approaches the ship, BG, forcing Brock to yell over the
rotors.
LOVETT: And everybody 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Now things are gonna get interesting," Matt muttered with a grin.
"Whatever do you mean, Mr…?" Ruth asked.
"Riley," he added. "You'll just have to be patient and see for yourself, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater."
Not content with being left in the dark, Ruth gave him a cold glance and went back to watching the screen.
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.
"I knew it," Cal muttered with a snort and a disparaging look toward Jack who calmly met his gaze.
None of the others dared interfere. It was embarrassing enough for Mrs. DeWitt Bukater and Mr. Hockley as it was, there was no need to make matters worse.
28 Rose smiles, remembering. Brock has the reference photo of the necklace in his hand.
LOVETT: 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.
"Dreadful and heavy," Cal said calmly. "Is that what my love for you is, darling? Dreadful, a burden that has been placed on your shoulders?"
He didn't seem hurt, just angered.
Ruth gave her daughter a stern look, silently chiding her for these words. Couldn't she see that Cal loved her?
LIZZY: You actually believe this is you, grandma?
ROSE: It is me, dear. Wasn't I a hot number?
Mr. Andrews, Molly, Jack and the four students chuckled at the comment.
LOVETT: I tracked it down through insurance records... and old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Do you know who the claimant was, Rose?
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 fiancée... 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.
Cal's eyes returned to his fiancée.
"Perhaps I should just let him draw you," he suggested.
Rose didn't even turn to look at him, her eyes intently fixed on the screen.
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.
"I have said it before, Rose, and I'm going to say it again," Cal said following old Rose's words. "There's nothing I would deny you, if you would not deny me. I'd buy you the world, if you'd let me, sweetpea."
But you'd do it for the wrong reasons, Cal, Rose bitterly added.
BODINE (skeptical): You don't want anything?
ROSE (indicating the drawing): You may give me this, if anything I tell you is of value.
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.
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.
Ruth's eyes widened as she, too, recognized the very brooch she was currently wearing. Subconsciously, her hand moved to the object decorating her collar. It felt cool and familiar underneath her touch.
"A mere coincidence," she dismissed the scene nonchalantly.
"The objects they're showing in the movie are real, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater," Rosalie said. "You better start believing us. It might just be to your own benefit."
"Ridiculous," Ruth snorted.
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?
CUT TO:
29 INT. IMAGING SHACK / KELDYSH
It is a darkened room lined with TV monitors. IMAGES OF THE WRECK fill the screens, fed from Mir One and Two, and the two ROVs, Snoop Dog and DUNCAN.
BODINE: Live from 12,000 feet.
ROSE stares raptly at the screens. She is enthralled by one in particular, an image of the bow railing. It obviously means something to her. Brock is studying her reactions carefully.
Unnoticed by the rest of the attendees, Rose glanced over to Jack, a mysterious smile gracing her delicate features as she remembered the first kiss she'd shared with him at this place.
He caught her eye and winked, a smirk on his lips. It was their secret, a secret only they shared – one that would soon be uncovered.
BODINE: The bow's struck in the bottom like an axe, from the impact. Here... I can run a simulation we worked up on this monitor over here.
Lizzy turns the chair so Rose can see the screen of Bodine's computer. As he is calling up the file, he keeps talking.
BODINE: We've put together the world's largest database on the Titanic. Okay, here...
LOVETT: Rose might not want to see this, Lewis.
ROSE: No, no. It's fine. I'm curious.
Thomas Andrews couldn't help but smile fondly at the memory of a younger Rose catching him nose-deep in his notebook, already working on improvements for future projects.
Bodine starts a COMPUTER ANIMATED GRAPHIC on the screen, which parallels his rapid-fire narration.
BODINE: She hits the berg on the starboard side and it sort of bumps along... punching holes like a Morse code... dit dit dit, down the side. Now she's flooding in the forward compartments... and the water spills over the tops of the bulkheads, going aft. As her bow is going down, her stern is coming up... slow at first... and then faster and faster until it's lifting all that weight, maybe 20 or 30 thousand tons... out of the water and the hull can't deal... so SKRTTT! (making a sound in time with the animation) ... it splits! Right down to the keel, which acts like a big hinge. Now the bow swings down and the stern falls back level... but the weight of the bow pulls the stern up vertical, and then the bow section detaches, heading for the bottom. The stern bobs like a cork, floods and goes under about 2:20 a.m. Two hours and forty minutes after the collision.
Captain Edward Smith watched the simulation emotionless. He now had the answer to his earlier question but there was one more thing troubling his mind.
"How did it come this far, Miss Graham?", he asked.
"I won't go into detail," Cat replied evenly. "You'll see in due time. All I can tell you right now is that this," she pointed at the screen, "is the result of human failure and man's never-ending greed for public recognition."
Smith nodded. "Is this why you have asked us to come?"
Cat smiled and looked at the man with over two decades experience as captain. "For some of you, it is. For others," she glanced towards Rose and Ruth, "it's only partly why they're here."
The animation then follows the bow section as it sinks. Rose watches this clinical dissection of the disaster without emotion.
BODINE: The bow pulls out of its dive and planes away, almost a half a mile, before it hits the bottom going maybe 12 miles an hour. KABOOM!
The bow impacts, digging deeply into the bottom, the animation now follows the stern.
BODINE: The stern implodes as it sinks, from the pressure, and rips apart from the force of the current as it falls, landing like a big pile of junk. (indicating the simulation) Cool huh?
ROSE: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was somewhat less clinical.
LOVETT: Will you share it with us?
Her eyes go back to the screens, showing the sad ruins far below them.
A VIEW from one of the subs TRACKING SLOWLY over the boat deck. Rose recognizes one of the Wellin davits, still in place. She hears ghostly waltz music. The faint and echoing sound of an officer's voice, English accented, calling "Women and children only".
30 FLASH CUTS of screaming faces in a running crowd. Pandemonium and terror. People crying, praying, kneeling on the deck. Just impressions... flashes in the dark.
31 Rose Looks at another monitor. SNOOP DOG moving down a rusted, debris-filled corridor. Rose watches the endless row of doorways sliding past, like dark mouths.
32 IMAGE OF A CHILD, three years old, standing ankle deep in water in the middle of an endless corridor. The child is lost alone, crying.
Despite the short glimpses of horror awaiting the passengers on the Titanic, the pictures have obviously touched the majority of their guests from the pasts.
"My god…," Murdoch whispered.
Cat nodded. She'd cried when she'd watched the movie for the first time together with her parents and Sam. Having learned that Cameron hadn't just made up a script for the film, she and her three best friends had searched for a way to help these poor souls. They'd found a solution by creating a time machine, as unbelievable as it now sounded in her head.
33 Rose is shaken by the flood of memories and emotions. Her eyes well up and she puts her head down, sobbing quietly.
LIZZY (taking the wheelchair): I'm taking her to rest.
ROSE: No!
"You haven't changed at all, darling," Cal said. "Age doesn't become you, it seems."
"Now, now, Mr. Hockley," Captain Smith replied. "There's no need for such words."
Her voice is surprisingly strong. The sweet little old lady is gone, replaced by a woman with eyes of steel. Lovett signals everyone to stay quiet.
LOVETT: Tell us, Rose.
She looks from screen to screen, the images of the ruined ship.
ROSE: It's been 84 years...
LOVETT: Just tell us what you can-
ROSE (holds up her hand for silence): It's been 84 years... and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in.
He switches on the minirecorder and sets it near her.
ROSE: Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was...
As the underwater camera rises past the rusted bow rail, WE DISSOLVE / MATCH MOVE to that same railing in 1912...
"I think we're going to see now how wrong we are, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater," Sam said with a smirk. "If anything is not accurate, feel free to inform us. Otherwise, I suggest you accept the truth you're about to see."
Cat couldn't hold back the grin. Sam had always been one to say what was on her mind.
"The truth hurts, Cat," she'd told her once. "If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen."
MATCH DISSOLVE:
34 EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK - DAY
SHOT CONTINUES IN A FLORIOUS REVEAL as the gleaming white superstructure of Titanic rises mountainously beyond the rail, and above that the buff colored funnels stand against the sky like the pillars of a great temple. Crewmen move across the deck, dwarfed by the awesome scale of the steamer.
Southampton, England, April 10, 1912. It is almost noon on ailing day. A crowd of hundreds blackens the pier next to Titanic like ants on a jelly sandwich.
A collective gasp went through the room as the nine visitors from the past got a first glimpse at the entirety of the enormous ship.
"She truly is a sight to behold, Mr. Andrews," Rose complimented him. "I don't think anyone could have done a finer job."
"Thank you, Rose," Mr. Andrews answered with a sad smile. "However, it seems that I didn't build you a strong enough ship to take you to New York safely."
"I'm afraid we'll have to disagree, Mr. Andrews," Cat said which earned her firm nods from her friends. "It's a proven fact that the special safety mechanisms onboard the Titanic bought the crew members enough time to rescue over seven-hundred people that night. A normal ship would never have lasted well over two hours afloat with this kind of damage."
She was trying to make him understand that the sinking was not a mechanical fault.
"Thank you for attempting to take this burden off my shoulders, Miss Graham, but-," Mr. Andrews began but it was Matt who interrupted him this time.
"She's right," he said firmly. "If you go on to watch the movie, you'll see that none of it was your fault."
"He's right, Andrews," Molly jumped in with her usual positive attitude. "The boy seems to know what he's talkin' about."
IN FG a gorgeous burgundy RENAULT TOURING CAR swings into frame, hanging from a loading crane. It is lowered toward HATCH #2.
On the pier horse drawn vehicles, motorcars and lorries move slowly through the dense throng. The atmosphere is one of excitement and general giddiness. People embrace in tearful farewells, or wave and shout bon voyage wishes to friends and relatives on the decks above.
A white RENAULT, leading a silver-gray DAIMLER-BENZ, pushes through the crowd leaving a wake in the press of people. Around the handsome cars people are streaming to board the ship, jostling with hustling seamen and stokers, porters, and barking WHITE STAR LINE officials.
The Renault stops and the LIVERIED DRIVER scurries to open the door for a YOUNG WOMAN dressed in a stunning white and purple outfit, with an enormous feathered hat. She is 17 years old and beautiful, regal of bearing, with piercing eyes.
Ruth gasped at the sight of her daughter. It was exactly as she remembered it, the day they arrived at the docks and received their first glimpses of the ship of dreams.
"Told ya," Sam said triumphantly.
"This is… impossible," the matriarch of the DeWitt Bukater family whispered to herself.
"It's not," Cat countered.
It is the girl in the drawing. ROSE. She looks up at the ship, taking it in with cool appraisal.
ROSE: I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania.
The remark earned her a few chuckles from around the room.
A PERSONAL VALET opens the door on the other side of the car for CALEDON HOCKLEY, the 30-year old heir to the elder Hockley's fortune. "Cal" is handsome, arrogant and rich beyond meaning.
CAL: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than Mauretania, and far more luxurious. It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe... even Turkish baths.
Cal turns and gives his hand to Rose's mother, RUTH DEWITT BUKATER, who descends from the touring car being him. Ruth is a 40ish society empress, from one of the most prominent Philadelphia families. She is a widow, and rules her household with iron will.
CAL: Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Ruth. (indicating a puddle) Mind your step.
Unable to fully comprehend what she was seeing, Ruth DeWitt Bukater stared at herself on the screen. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing one's reflection; the same clothes, not a hair out of place, the same voice and words leaving her mouth.
RUTH (gazing at the leviathan): So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
CAL: It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship.
God didn't sink that ship, an iceberg did, Cat thought upon hearing Cal's words.
Cal speaks with the pride of a host providing a special experience.
This entire entourage of rich Americans is impeccably turned out, a quintessential example of the Edwardian upper class, complete with servants. Cal's VALET, SPICER LOVEJOY, is a tall and impassive, dour as an undertaker. Behind him emerge TWO MAIDS, personal servants to Ruth and Rose.
A WHITE STAR LINE PORTER scurries toward them, harried by last minute loading.
PORTER: Sir, you'll have to check your baggage through the main terminal, round that way-
Cal nonchalantly hands the man a fiver. The porter's eyes dilate. Five pounds was a monster tip in those days.
"My god, Caledon," Ruth said. "Was it really necessary to give him this much?"
Cat could feel Rose tense next to her.
"I had to make sure he understood my rank in society, my dear Ruth," Cal replied charmingly. "Although, knowing it all went to the bottom of the sea, I shouldn't have given him anything."
A dry laugh left his lips but only Mr. Ismay seemed equally amused by his remark.
Cat glanced over at Murdoch who had a hard look in his eyes. Apparently, he, too, had just have to swallow down a retort.
Good, she thought. Looks like there are more people in 1912 who disapprove of Cal's behavior.
CAL: I put my faith in you, good sir. (curtly, indicating Lovejoy) See my man.
PORTER: Yes, sir. My pleasure, sir.
Cal never tires of the effect of money on the unwashed masses.
LOVEJOY (to the porter): These trunks here, and 12 more in the Daimler. We'll have all this lot up in the rooms.
The White Star man looks stricken when he sees the enormous pile of steamer trunks and suitcases loading down the second car, including wooden crates and steel safe. He whistles frantically for some cargo-handlers nearby who come running.
Cal breezes on, leaving the minions to scramble. He quickly checks his pocket watch.
CAL: We'd better hurry. This way, ladies.
He indicates the way toward the first-class gangway. They move into the crowd. TRUDY BOLT, Rose's maid, hustles behind them, laden with bags of her mistress's most recent purchases... things too delicate for the baggage handlers.
Cal leads, weaving between vehicles and handcarts, hurrying passengers (mostly second class and steerage) and well-wishers. Most of the first-class passengers are avoiding the smelly press of the dockside crowd by using an elevated boarding bridge, twenty feet above.
They pass a line of steerage passengers in their coarse wool and tweeds, queued up inside movable barriers like cattle in a chute. A HEALTH OFFICER examines their heads one by one, checking scalp and eyelashes for lice.
They pass a well-dressed young man cranking the handle of a wooden Biograph "cinematograph" camera mounted on a tripod. DANIEL MARVIN (whose father founded the Biograph Film Studio) is filming his young bride in front of the Titanic. MARY MARVIN stands stiffly and smiles, self-conscious.
DANIEL: Look up at the ship, darling, that's it. You're amazed! You can't believe how big it is! Like a mountain. That's great.
A very un-lady-like giggle escaped Rose as she recognized the two people.
"Rose," her mother chided her. "What has gotten into you?"
Of course, the proper upper-class woman did not giggle in that manner, especially if gentlemen of Mr. Ismay's rank were present.
Mary Marvin, without an acting fiber in her body, does a bad Clara Bow pantomime of awe, hands raised.
Cal is jostled by two yelling steerage boys who shove past him. And he is bumped again a second later by the boys' father.
CAL: Steady!
"The nerve of these people!" Ruth exclaimed with a shake of her head.
MAN: Sorry squire!
The Cockney father pushes on, after his kids, shouting.
CAL: Steerage swine. Apparently missed his annual bath.
Appalled by his comment, Sam couldn't hold back any longer.
"At least he gets an annual bath," she retorted sarcastically, making her disapproval obvious. "Unlike other people who are covered in so much slime that one just has to wonder if they've ever even seen a drop of water in their entire life."
"Outrageous!" Mr. Ismay shouted.
"Oh, shut up, Ismay," Sam said angrily. "You're no better than him and you know it."
"I did not come here to listen to your insults, young lady," he replied furiously.
"Oh, you'll see why you're here, Mr. Ismay," Sam said bluntly. "We'll have to wait till the middle of the movie, but you'll contribute your fair share to Titanic's fate, believe me."
Ismay looked like he had no intentions of dropping the subject but Captain Smith put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
RUTH: Honestly, Cal, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running along the dock like some squalid immigrant family.
CAL: All part of my charm, Ruth. At any rate, it was my darling fiancée's beauty rituals which made us late.
"Nothin' against that, Rose darling," Molly said with a laugh. "Us women have to take their time for our beauty!"
ROSE: You told me to change.
CAL: I couldn't let you wear black on sailing day, sweetpea. It's bad luck.
ROSE: I felt like black.
Cat knew why Rose chose to dress in mourning colors – and the others would too in a couple of minutes.
Cal guides them out of the path of a horse-drawn wagon loaded down with two tons of OXFORD MARMALADE, in wooden cases, for Titanic's Victualling Department.
CAL: Here I've pulled every string I could to book us on the grandest ship in history, in her most luxurious suites... and you act as if you're going to your execution.
"Oh, but I did," Rose whispered so quietly that only Cat and her mother could hear her.
Rose looks up as the hull of Titanic looms over them...a great iron wall, Bible black and sever. Cal motions her forward, and she enters the gangway to the D Deck doors with a sense of overwhelming dread.
OLD ROSE (V.O.): It was the ship of dreams... to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains.
CLOSE ON CAL'S HAND IN SLOW-MOTION as it closes possessively over Rose's arm. He escorts her up the gangway and the black hull of Titanic swallows them.
OLD ROSE (V.O.): Outwardly I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.
"Don't be ridiculous, darling," Cal said. "There's no reason to act like this."
Oh, but there is, Rose thought. You.
She left the words unspoken, however, hoping for the first time that her mother would come to recognize the hell she was putting her though. Maybe with the help of her older self narrating the events, the people around her would come to understand how she truly felt.
35 CUT TO a SCREAMING BLAST from the mighty triple steam horns on Titanic's funnels, bellowing their departure warning.
I chose to make the cut here because we'll get to meet Jack in the next one! :) As always, feel free to leave behind a review! See you all in the next chapter!