Hi everyone!
My apologies for keeping you waiting but I was down with a cold and didn't feel like doing anything apart from sleeping. This was a very emotional chapter towards the end and I kind of let out my frustration about Rose's whole situation a bit. I won't get into detail, you can just read it for yourselves. :)
- Magic Maryse: Thanks a lot! Sam is probably the favorite of my four OCs. She is fun to write because she just states her opinion - whether it's asked for or not. ;)
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To answer your question: Yes, this is the movie script. I found it on Google and have only worked on the layout to make it easier to read. I haven't done any changes to the content though. Yes, I know that the script differs from the movie but I couldn't find anything else - I suppose it's because scenes are often cut out of the movie or are changed throughout the filming process.
I really hope you all enjoy what I did here! Have fun reading!
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36 EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCKS / TITANIC - DAY
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.
JACK DAWSON and FABRIZIO DE ROSSI, 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.
Ruth gave Jack a measuring glance. To her, he embodied the very thing she had wanted to keep away from her daughter; a common third-class passenger, unable to provide for her, let alone a family.
"I imagine, Mr. Dawson, that your previously mentioned – what did you call it? – lucky hand at poker is what we are seeing here?", she said with just enough iciness in her voice to make her opinion of him obvious.
"That's correct, Ma'am," Jack replied steadily and met her gaze with an honest smile. "Luck was on my side that day, I couldn't have wished for a better hand."
He'd been in the midst of the snake pit before when Cal had invited him to dine with the first-class passengers after saving Rose from certain death. It had been nothing but another move in Hockley's grand game of power to keep up the façade but, with no small thanks to Molly Brown, Jack had made it out in one piece.
"I see." Ruth had regained her composition quickly enough to change the status quo once more. "Is this… lifestyle you are currently leading your idea of supporting your future wife and children, Mr. Dawson? Gambling and - what else was it - drawing?"
She regarded him with a smile as fake and poisonous as a viper's bite. Cat followed their dynamic with keen interest, curious to see whether Jack Dawson would be able to hold his ground against Ruth DeWitt Bukater.
"No, Ma'am," he replied with his hands folded neatly in his lap. "With respect, at the end of the day, it's honest work that supports a family. Drawing is merely a hobby of mine, a means to pass time or capture a moment of true beauty."
"Hear, hear," Molly interrupted with a laugh. "Well said, Jack, well said."
"Indeed," Cal muttered, his brown eyes looking at Jack as if he were an insect that had to be smashed quickly.
The TWO SWEDES continue their sullen argument, in Swedish.
OLAF (subtitled): You stupid fish head. I can't believe you bet our tickets.
SVEN (subtitled): You lost our money. I'm just trying to get it back. Now shut up and take a card.
JACK (jaunty): Hit me again, Sven.
Jack takes the card and slips it into his hand.
ECU JACK'S EYES. They betray nothing.
CLOSE ON FABRIZIO licking his lips nervously as he refuses a card.
ECU STACK 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 RMS TITANIC.
The Titanic's whistle blows again. Final warning.
JACK: The moment of truth boys. Somebody's life's about to change.
Fabrizio puts his cards down. So do the Swedes. Jack holds his close.
JACK: Let's see... Fabrizio's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven, uh oh... two pair... mmm. (turns to his friend) Sorry Fabrizio.
FABRIZIO: What sorry? What you got? You lose my money? Ma va fa'n culo testa di cazzo-
JACK: Sorry, you're not gonna see your mama again for a long time...
He slaps a full house down on the table.
JACK (grinning): 'Cause you're goin' to America! Full house boys!
FABRIZIO: Porca Madonna! YEEAAAAA!
The table explodes into shouting in several languages. Jack rakes in the money and the tickets.
Mr. Andrews chuckled at seeing the two young men in such a state of joy and happiness. Ruth watched the display with a look of disapproval.
Cat shook her head; the woman seemed a long way from where they wanted her to be by the time the movie was finished. She just hoped, for Rose's sake, that Ruth would see her mistakes before it was too late.
JACK (to the Swedes): Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and... (to Fabrizio) ... we're going to-
FABRIZIO/JACK: L'AMERICA!
Olaf balls up one huge farmer's fist. We think he's going to clobber Jack, but he swings round and punches Sven, who flops backward onto the floor and sits there, looking depressed. Olaf forgets about Jack and Fabrizio, who are dancing around, and goes into a rapid harangue of his stupid cousin.
"I honestly thought he was going to punch me," Jack said with a smirk.
"You're not the only one, boy," Molly replied with a chuckle.
Jack kisses the tickets, then jumps on Fabrizio's back and rides him around the pub. It's like they won the lottery.
JACK: 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!
"Hardly," Cal remarked in an almost bored voice.
FABRIZIO: You see? Is my destinio! Like I told you. I go to l'America! To be a millionaire! (to pubkeeper) Capito? I go to America!
PUBKEEPER: No, mate. Titanic goes to America. In five minutes.
JACK: Shit! Come on, Fabri! (grabbing their stuff) Come on! (to all, grinning) It's been grand.
They run for the door.
PUBKEEPER: 'Course I'm sure if they knew it was you lot comin', they'd be pleased to wait!
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37 OMITTED
38 EXT. TERMINAL - TITANIC
Jack and Fabrizio, 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.
Fabrizio runs back and grabs Jack, 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.
JACK: Wait! We're passengers!
Flushed and panting, he waves the tickets.
MOODY: Have you been through the inspection queue?
JACK (lying cheerfully): Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans. (glances at Fabrizio) Both of us.
MOODY (testy): Right, come aboard.
"I can't believe they let you board the ship," Ismay said, disgust filling his voice. "And at the last minute at that!"
"Moody was only doing his job," Matt replied. "Besides, they did have two tickets for the Titanic. What was he gonna do? Forbid them to come aboard?"
Moody has QUARTERMASTER ROWE reattach the gangway. Jack and Fabrizio come aboard. Moody glances at the tickets, then passes Jack and Fabrizio through to Rowe. Rowe looks at the names on the tickets to enter them in the passenger list.
ROWE: Gundersen. And... (reading Fabrizio's) Gundersen.
He hands the tickets back, eyeing Fabrizio's Mediterranean looks suspiciously.
A few chuckles went around the room. Even too Sixth Officer Moody, it had been apparent Jack and Fabrizio were most likely not the gentlemen who'd bought the tickets.
Murdoch shook his head but the small smile playing at the First Officer's lips made it obvious that he couldn't be angry with his mate for letting these two board the Titanic.
JACK (grabbing Fabrizio's arm): Come on, Sven.
Jack and Fabrizio whoop with victory as they run down the white-painted corridor... grinning from ear to ear.
JACK: We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!
Ruth pursed her lips at Jack's vulgar choice of words but remained silent. She really couldn't see what in the world it was that Rose found so appealing about the boy.
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39 OMITTED
40 EXT. TITANIC AND DOCK - DAY
The mooring lines, as big around as a man's arm, are dropped into the water. A cheer goes up on the pier as SEVEN TUGS pull the Titanic away from the quay.
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41 EXT. AFT WELL DECK / POOP DECK - DAY
JACK AND FABRIZIO 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.
FABRIZIO: You know somebody?
JACK: Of course not. That's not the point. (to the crowd) Goodbye! Goodbye! I'll miss you!
Grinning, Fabrizio joins in, adding his voice to the swell of voices, feeling the exhilaration of the moment.
FABRIZIO: Goodbye! I will never forget you!
"Oh, boy," Sam said dreamily. "What a feeling this must've been… I would probably have done the same!"
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42 OMITTED
EXT. SOUTHAMPTON DOCK - DAY
The crowd of cheering well-wishers waves heartily as a black wall of metal moves past them. Impossibly tiny figures wave back from the ship's rails. Titanic gathers speed.
"They look so tiny next to the ship," Rosalie said.
"I love how well the animations are done," Matte replied. "I mean, they did rebuild a large part of the ship, but it all just looks so real…"
"How do these animations work, Mr. Riley?", Mr. Andrews asked curiously. "It certainly looks like this Mr. Cameron reconstructed the Titanic entirely."
Matt shook his head. "They rebuilt a large part of it and put it into a giant water tank right next to the ocean. Everything else was added digitally so it looks like they were actually shooting on a real ship."
"Pardon me," Mr. Ismay cut in. "What exactly does digitally mean?"
"Our advanced technology allows us to edit pictures or films after they were shot," Matt explained. "We use so-called computers to add animations, virtual effects to, in this case, transform a parking lot into the North Atlantic."
Mr. Ismay nodded, although Cat had the impression that the man hadn't understood a word Matt had said. Mr. Andrews, on the other hand, seemed to be processing this newly acquired information, a smile playing at his lips.
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44 EXT. RIVER TEST - DAY
IN A LONG LENS SHOT 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.
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45 INT. THIRD CLASS BERTHING / G-DECK FORWARD - DAY
Jack and Fabrizio 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.
Cat was reminded of her first ever vacations without her parents. She'd travelled to Spain with a friend and the little dictionary she'd been carrying around, had proved to be a lifesaver in some situations.
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.
"The steerage accommodations seem very… simple to me," Ruth commented. "Not nearly as luxurious as the Millionaire Suits."
"Mother, please," Rose hissed lowly.
"I am merely pointing out the truth, Rose." Of course, the remark was aimed at Jack's inability to afford a first-class cabin.
Jack throws his kit on one open bunk, while Fabrizio takes the other.
BJORN (in Swedish/ subtitled): Where is Sven?
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46 INT. SUITE B-52-56 - DAY
By contrast, the so-called "Millionaire Suite" is in the Empire style, and comprises two bedrooms, a bath, WC, wardrobe room, and a large sitting room. In addition, there is a private 50 foot promenade deck outside.
A room service waiter pours champagne into a tulip glass of orange juice and hands the Bucks Fizz to Rose. She is looking through her new paintings. There is a Monet of water lilies, a Degas of dancers, and a few abstract works. They are all unknown paintings... lost works.
Cal is out on the covered deck, which has potted trees and vines on trellises, talking through the doorway to Rose in the sitting room.
CAL: Those mud puddles were certainly a waste of money.
ROSE (looking at a cubist portrait): You're wrong. They're fascinating. Like in a dream... there's truth without logic. What's his name again...? (reading off the canvas) Picasso.
CAL (coming into the sitting room): He'll never amount to a thing, trust me. At least they were cheap.
Sam grinned. "You know, Cal, some paintings of Picasso have been sold for several million dollars. I think one even went for almost 200 million, if I remember correctly."
"That's absurd," Cal said with a snort. "No one would pay such a horrendous sum for this garbage."
"You should tell that to the people who bought the paintings," Matt said, grinning.
A porter wheels Cal's private safe (which we recognize) into the room on a hand truck.
CAL: Put that in the wardrobe.
47 IN THE BEDROOM Rose enters with the large Degas of the dancers. She sets it on the dresser, near the canopy bed. Trudy is already in there, hanging up some of Rose's clothes.
TRUDY: It smells so brand new. Like they built it all just for us. I mean... just to think that tonight, when I crawl between the sheets, I`ll be the first-
Cal appears in the doorway of the bedroom.
CAL (looking at Rose): And when I crawl between the sheets tonight, I'll still be the first.
Ruth tensed upon hearing these words, though only merely so, and remained silent. Caledon Hockley's money would secure their future, she would not jeopardize the engagement by calling him out for his inappropriate remark. Marriage was not a matter of love, it was a convenience – especially so for women from the upper class. Rose would do well to realize what a fine match Caledon Hockley was, even more so given their current financial situation.
TRUDY (blushing at the innuendo): S'cuse me, Miss.
She edges around Cal and makes a quick exit. Cal comes up behind Rose and
puts his hands on her shoulders. An act of possession, not intimacy.
CAL: The first and only. Forever.
Rose's expression shows how bleak a prospect this is for her, now.
Good gracious, Molly thought as she watched the scene.
She herself had been blessed with a loving husband and even after their separation they continued to treat each other with respect. Molly Brown had only met Rose DeWitt Bukater after boarding the Titanic and they were a long way from calling each other friends, but the girl needed an escape route out of this engagement.
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48 EXT. CHERBOURG HARBOR, FRANCE - LATE DUSK
Titanic stands silhouetted against a purple post-sunset sky. She is lit up like a floating palace, and her thousand portholes reflect in the calm harbor waters. The 150-foot tender Nomadic lies-to alongside, looking like a rowboat. The lights of a Cherbourg harbor complete the postcard image.
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49 INT. FIRST CLASS RECEPTION/ D-DECK
Entering the first-class reception room from the tender are a number of prominent passengers. A BROAD-SHOULDERED WOMAN in an enormous feathered hat comes up the gangway, carrying a suitcase in each hand, a spindly porter running to catch up with her to take the bags.
WOMAN: Well, I wasn't about to wait all day for you, sonny. Take 'em the rest of the way if you think you can manage.
Rose had always preferred Molly's company to those of the other upper-class women. Maybe it was because she was less stuck-up, less snobbish. Or perhaps it was the fact that everything about Molly Brown was straight forward and honest. Rose didn't feel the same pressure of keeping up her façade when she was around the other woman, although their encounters were limited – mostly due to her mother's dislike of people who simply didn't fit into her picture of high society.
OLD ROSE (V.O.): At Cherbourg a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown, but we all called her Molly. History would call her the Unsinkable Molly Brown. Her husband had struck gold someplace out west, and she was what mother called "new money".
"No hard feelings there, Ruthie," Molly laughed cheerfully despite the obvious insult. "Glad I got to live some before bein' introduced to the snake pit."
Ouch. That blow must've hurt. Cat could see Ruth's eyes darken but the woman did not reply. Maybe it was to maintain her composure as a first-class lady, Cat could only guess.
At 45, MOLLY BROWN is a tough talking straightshooter who dresses in the finery of her genteel peers but will never be one of them.
OLD ROSE (V.O.): By the next afternoon we had made our final stop and we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us but ocean...
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50 OMITTED
51 EXT. BOW - DAY
The ship glows with the warm creamy light of late afternoon. Jack and Fabrizio stand right at the bow gripping the curving railing so familiar from images of the wreck. Jack leans over, looking down fifty feet to where the prow cuts the surface like a knife, sending up two glassy sheets of water.
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52 INT. / EXT. TITANIC - SERIES OF SCENES - DAY
ON THE BRIDGE, CAPTAIN SMITH turns from the binnacle to FIRST OFFICER WILLIAM MURDOCH.
CAPTAIN SMITH: Take her to sea Mister Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs.
Murdoch moves the engine telegraph lever to ALL AHEAD FULL.
"Damn," Matt said in awe. "Must be a good feeling up on the bridge…"
Captain Smith smiled knowingly, remembering his first sail on a ship. "That it is, Mr. Riley."
53 NOW BEGINS a kind of musical/visual setpiece... an ode to the great ship. The music is rhythmic, surging forward, with a soaring melody that addresses the majesty and optimism of the ship of dreams.
"God, I love the music," Rosalie was raving about James Horner's movie soundtrack. "I just want to jump right into the scene myself!"
Sam and Cat giggled. Their friend had always been more on the romantic side.
IN THE ENGINE ROOM the telegraph clangs and moves to "All Ahead Full".
CHIEF ENGINEER BELL: 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.
Wrinkling her nose with disgust, Ruth turned to look at the others. "I really don't understand how anyone could possibly find this kind of work appealing."
To their surprise, it was Murdoch who answered. "With all due respect, these honorable men are part of the ships crew, Ma'am. They work day and night to make sure you arrive at your planned destination safely and on time."
His voice was as tense as his body but his years as officer at the sea reminded him to remain polite when speaking to a lady of Ruth's rank.
"What Murdoch is trying to say," Sam cut in, her temper getting the better of her once again. "Is that these men work to give you snobbish and stuck-up bitches from first class a comfortable journey across the Atlantic. He's just too polite to put it that way."
"You are forgetting your place, Miss Riley," Ruth countered as coolly as an ice sculpture.
Sam just laughed at that.
"How so?", she asked in between laughers. "You're a nobody here, Mrs. DeWitt Bukater. Things have changed, ya know. Women have rights these days, they are allowed to have an opinion and are men's equals – shocking, I know…"
54 IN 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.
55 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.
56 The riven water flares higher at the bow as the ship's speeds builds. THE CAMERA SWEEPS UP the prow to find Jack, the wind streaming through his hair.
57 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: Twenty-one knots, sir!
SMITH: She's got a bone in her teeth now, eh, Mr. Murdoch.
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.
Murdoch smiled fondly at the memory of his Fifth Officer complaining to him about having to serve tea to the captain.
"I'm not a bloody steward!", Lowe had cursed under his breath. "If the captain wants his own personal maid, he should be lookin' in first class, not here!"
58 AT THE BOW Jack and Fabrizio 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.
"Oh, I have never seen dolphins this close!", Rose exclaimed excitedly, wishing that she could have been there with Jack and Fabrizio.
"We can go to the zoo, darling," Cal said. "There are plenty of animals you can look at. God knows where they pick up these things anyways…"
FABRIZIO looks forward across the Atlantic, staring into the sun sparkles.
FABRIZIO: I can see the Statue of Liberty already. (grinning at Jack) Very small... of course.
A few chuckles went around the room at that.
THE CAMERA ARCS around them, until they are framed against the sea.
NOW WE PULL BACK, across the forecastle deck. Rising, as we continue back, and the ships rolls endlessly forward underneath. Over the bridge wing, along the boat deck until her funnels come INTO FRAME besides us and march past like the pillars of heaven, one by one. We pull back and up, until we are looking down the funnels, and the people strolling on the decks and standing at the rail become antlike.
And still we pull back until the great lady is seen whole in a gorgeous aerial portrait, black and severe in her majesty.
"Breathtaking," Rose whispered. "Like a bird's view at the world below…"
ISMAY (V.O.): She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history...
The atmosphere abruptly changed – not only in the movie but also in Rosalie's living room. Everyone but Jack, Captain Smith and Mr. Murdoch had been present at the Palm Court Restaurant and none of them had fond memories of the meeting.
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59 INT. PALM COURT RESTAURANT - DAY
CLOSE ON J. BRUCE ISMAY, Managing Director of White Star Line.
ISMAY: ...and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up.
He indicates a handsome 39-year old Irish gentleman to his right, THOMAS ANDREWS, of Harland and Wolf Shipbuilders.
Mr. Andrews shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Cat suspected that the man, although in high regard given his recent works, did not enjoy being at the center of attention. She couldn't blame him though, not in this sort of company.
WIDER, showing the group assembled for lunch the next day. Ismay seated with Cal, Rose, Ruth, Molly Brown and Thomas Andrews in the Palm Court, a beautiful sunny spot enclosed by high arched windows.
ANDREWS (disliking 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.
MOLLY: 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? (they all laugh) Just another example of the men settin' the rules their way.
The waiter arrives to take orders. Rose lights a cigarette.
RUTH: You know I don't like that, Rose.
CAL: She knows.
Cal takes the cigarette from her and stubs it out.
CAL (to the waiter): We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce. (to Rose, after the waiter moves away) You like lamb, don't you sweetpea?
"I'm sure Rose is capable of ordering her own food, Mr. Hockley," Cat said with her eyes resting on Cal's leaned-back figure.
"Let my fiancée's ordering habits be my problem, Miss Graham," he replied with a tense smile. "I do believe I know what's best for her."
"Do you?", Cat asked skeptically. "Cause from the looks of it, you've got it all wrong."
"As I said," Cal's voice had a dangerous tone to it. "You should leave such worries to me."
Cat shook her head. It would not be easy to get Rose out of this hell of an engagement, but it was worth a try.
Molly is watching the dynamic between Rose, Cal and Ruth.
MOLLY: So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal? (turning to Ismay) Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? You, Bruce?
ISMAY: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury... and safety-
ROSE: Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Ismay.
Andrews chokes on his breadstick, suppressing laughter.
Rose was taken aback when Cat patted her on her shoulder and said: "Well done, Rose. Couldn't've said it better myself!"
Her mother's expression, however, mirrored her screen-self's following words perfectly:
RUTH: My God, Rose, what's gotten into-
ROSE: Excuse me.
She stalks away.
RUTH (mortified): I do apologize.
MOLLY: She's a pistol, Cal. You sure you can handle her?
CAL (tense but feigning unconcern): Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on.
"You should be thankful to have a fiancée like her," Sam countered angrily. "She's everything you could hope for – and what do you do? You smash what little fire she has left within her! She walks through life like a zombie while you show her around like a prized possession! She's a human being, Caledon Hockley, not a porcelain doll." Then she turned toward Ruth, not caring in the slightest if she had offended Cal. "And you are even worse! You are her mother for god's sake! You should love and cherish her, not force her into an engagement she wants no part of! Instead of wanting her to be happy, all you care about is money and your beloved reputation among upper-class society. Wake up, woman, because you're about to lose the only person in your life who you can call family!"
Silence followed Sam's rant as she was still fuming at Ruth who looked as shocked and taken aback by this outburst as the rest of them.
"Now, excuse me," Sam added, her dark eyes sparkling with anger. "I need some fresh air. I'll be back soon."
As I said, very emotional - for me, at least. ;) Another thing I wanted to ask is if you think that the length of the chapters are okay the way they are now or if you want them shorter/longer? I try to let my chapters end whenever I fell like we are entering a new section in the movie. Let me know what you guys think!