"So we have an understanding then?" Cal asked.
"As you've said." Murdoch nods curtly.
Cal, satisfied, steps back. He finds himself waiting next to J. Bruce Ismay. Ismay does not meet his eyes, nor anyone's. Lovejoy soon comes up to Cal at that moment.
"I've found him. He's just over on the port side. With that boy!"
Murdoch yelled at the crowd. "Women and children? Any more women and children?" he turns his attention to Cal. "Any one else, then?" Cal looks longingly at his boat... his moment has arrived.
"G-damn it to hell! Come on." Cal furiously says, before he and Lovejoy head for the port side, taking a short-cut through the bridge. Bruce Ismay, seeing his opportunity, steps quickly into Collapsible C. He stares straight ahead, not meeting Murdoch's eyes. Murdoch sees, then eyes Ismay for some time, before finally saying, "Lower away!"
On the port side Lightoller is getting people into Boat 2. He keeps his pistol in his hand at this point. Twenty feet below them the sea is pouring into the doors and windows of B deck staterooms. They can hear the roar of water cascading into the ship.
"Women and children, please! Women and children only! Step back, sir!" Even with Jack's arms wrapped around him, Thomas is shivering in the cold. Near him a woman with two young daughters looks into the eyes of a husband. He knows they may not see each other again.
"It's goodbye for a little while... only for a little while. Go with mummy."
The woman stumbles into the boat with the children, hiding her tears from them. Beneath the false good cheer, the man is choked with emotion.
"Hold mummy's hand and be good little girls. That's right."
Some of the women are stoic, others are overwhelmed by emotion and have to be helped into the boats. A man scribbles a note and hands it to a woman who is about to board.
"Please get this to my wife in Des Moines, Iowa."
Jack looks up at Thomas, then at Tommy and Fabrizio.
"You'd better check out the other side."
They nod and run off, searching for a way around the deckhouse. Thomas looks down to Jack.
"I'm not going. Not without you."
"Get in the boat, Thomas. No one will notice you're a man. You're beautiful enough to look like a young woman. Please, get in the boat." Jack ran his hand lovingly down Thomas' cheek. Just then, Cal walks up to them.
"Yes. Get in the boat, Thomas." Thomas flinches lightly, before noticing Cal. Thomas pushes back his wet hair from his eyes.
"My God, look at you. You look a fright. Here." Cal takes off the soaking wet coat, then shoves it to Jack, before giving him his own coat.
"Quickly ladies. Step into the boat. Hurry, please!" Lightoller yells, before turning his attention to where Thomas and Cal were standing.
"Go on, I'll get the next one." Jack says.
"No. Not without you!" Thomas began. He doesn't even care that Cal is standing right there. Cal sees the emotion growing between Jack and Thomas and his jaw clenches. But then he leans close to him and says in his low voice...
"There are boats on the other side that are allowing men in. Jack and I can get off safely. Both of us."
Jack smiles reassuringly, then tells Thomas.
"See? I have my own boat to catch. Hurry up so we can get going."
"Get in, hurry up. It's almost filling up." Cal nudges Thomas over to the boat. Lightoller pulls in Thomas, not realizing he was pulling in a man. Thomas reaches out for Jack, and their fingers brush for a moment. Then he finds himself stepping down into the boat. It's all a rush and blur.
Theme Song: Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave-James Horner
"Lower away!" Lightoller ordered.
The two men watch at the rail as the boat begins its slow descent to the ocean below.
"You're a good liar." Cal says, in his low voice.
"Almost as good as you." Jack replied.
"I always win, Jack. One way or another." Cal looks at Jack, then smiles at him. "Pity I didn't keep that drawing. It's going to be worth a lot more by morning."
Jack knows he is screwed. He looks down at Thomas, not wanting to waste a second of his last view of him.
Thomas' perception... in slow motion: The ropes going through the pulleys as the seamen start to lower. All sound going away... Lightoller giving orders, his lips moving... but Thomas hears only the blood pounding in his ears... this cannot be happening... a rocket bursts above in slow-motion, outlining Jack in a halo of light... Thomas' hair blowing in slow motion as he gazes up at him, descending away from him... he sees his hand trembling, the tears at the corners of his eyes, and cannot believe the unbearable pain he is feeling...
Thomas is still staring up, tears began pouring down his face.
Suddenly he begins moving. He lunges across the women next to him. Reached the gunwale, climbing it...
He hurls himself out of the boat to the rail of the A-Deck promenade, catching it, and scrambling over the rail. Boat 2 continues down. But Thomas is back on Titanic.
Jack quickly peers over the railing. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"No Thomas! NOOOO!"
Jack spins from the rail, running for the nearest way down to A-Deck.
Hockley too has seen him jump. He was willing to die for this man; this gutter scum. He is overwhelmed by a rage so all consuming it eclipses all thought.
Jack bangs through the doors to the foyer and sprints down the Grand Staircase. He sees him coming into A-deck foyer, running toward him, Cal's long coat flying out behind him as he runs. They meet at the bottom of the stairs, and collide in an embrace.
"Thomas, Thomas! you're so stupid, you're such an idiot-"
And all the while he's kissing him and holding him as tight as he can.
"You jump, I jump. Right?"
"Right." Jack still holds onto Thomas' beautiful face in his hands.
Hockley comes in and runs to the railing. Looking down he sees them locked in their embrace. Lovejoy comes up behind Cal and puts a restraining hand on him, but Cal whips around, grabbing the pistol from Lovejoy's waistband in one cobra-fast move. He runs along the rail and down the stairs. As he reaches the landing above them he raises the gun. Screaming in rage, he fires the pistol.
The carved cherub at the foot of the center railing explodes in pieces.
"Come On!" Jack pulls Thomas toward the stairs going down to the next deck. Cal fires again, running down the steps toward them. A bullet blows a divet out of the oak paneling behind Jack's head as he pulls Thomas down the next flight of stairs.
Hockley steps on the skittering head of the cherub statue and goes sprawling. The gun clatters across the marble floor. He gets up, and reeling drunkenly goes over to retrieve it.
The bottom of the grand staircase is flooded several feet deep. Jack and Thomas come down the stairs two at a time and run straight into the water, fording across the room to where the floor slopes up, until they reach dry footing at the entrance to the dining saloon. Hockley comes down the stairs in time to see Jack and Thomas splashing through the water toward the dining saloon, as he helps Jack through the doors. He fires the gun twice. Big gouts of spray near them, but he's not a great shot. The water boils up around his feet and he retreats up the stairs a couple of steps. Around him the wood work groans and creaks.
"I hope you enjoy your time together!" Cal called out to the couple.
Lovejoy arrives next to him. Cal suddenly remembers something and starts to laugh.
"What could possibly be funny?" Lovejoy asked, clearly not amused by the situation.
"I put the diamond in my coat pocket. And I put my coat... on him!"
He turns to Lovejoy with a sickly expression, his eyes glittering.
"I give it to you... if you can get it."
He hands Lovejoy the pistol and goes back up the stairs. Lovejoy thinks about it... then slogs into the water. The icewater is up to his waist as he crosses the pool into the dining saloon.
Lovejoy moves among the tables and ornate columns, searching...listening... his eyes tracking rapidly. It is a sea of tables, and they could be anywhere. A silver serving trolley rolls downhill, bumping into tables and pillars. He takes a quick glance behind him. The water is following him into the room, advancing in a hundred foot wide tide. The reception room is now a roiling lake, and the Grand Staircase is submerged past the first landing. Monstrous groans echo through the ship.
Jack and Thomas, crouched behind a table, somewhere in the middle. They see the water advancing toward them, swirling over the floor. They crawl ahead of it to the next row of tables.
"Stay here." Jack whispered, then put a finger to his lips.
He moves off as-
Lovejoy moves over one row and looks along the tables. Nothing. The ship groans and creaks. He moves another row. A metal cart was full of stacks of china dishes. It starts to roll down the aisle between tables. The cart begins to roll toward Thomas. It hits a table and the stacks of dishes topple out, exploding across the floor and showering him.
"Oh, hell-" He scrambles out of the way and-
Lovejoy spins, seeing him. He moves rapidly toward Thomas, keeping the gun aimed-
That's when Jack tackles him from the side. They slam together into table, crashing over it, and toppling to the floor. They land in the water which is flowing rapidly between the tables. Jack and Lovejoy grapple in the icy water. Jack jams his knee down on Lovejoy's hand, breaking his grip on the pistol, and kicks it away. Lovejoy scrambles up and lunges at him, but Jack gut punches him right in the stomach, in the same place he was hit, doubling him over.
"Compliments of the Chippewa Falls Dawsons." He grabs Lovejoy and slams him into an ornate column. Lovejoy drops to the floor with a splash, stunned, while Thomas flinched, then yelped, and puts his hands to his mouth.
"Let's go." Jack grabs Thomas' sleeve. Jack and Thomas run aft... uphill... entering the galley. Behind them the tables have become islands in a lake... and the far end of the room is flooded up to the ceiling.
Lovejoy gets up and looks around for his gun. He pulls it up out of the water and wades after them.