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Jack, I |
No wait. Let me try to get this out. You're amazing... and I know I have nothing to offer you, Rose. I know that. But I'm involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away without knowin' that you're goin' to be alright. |
You're making this very hard. I'll be fine. Really. |
I don't think so. They've got you in a glass jar like some butterfly, and you're goin' to die if you don't break out. Maybe not right away, 'cause you're strong. But sooner or later the fire in you is goin' to go out. |
It's not up to you to save me, Jack. |
You're right. Only you can do that. |
I have to get back, they'll miss me. Please, Jack, for both our sakes, leave me alone. |
Fabrizio said you might be up |
Sssshh. Come here. |
Will this light do? Don't artists need good light? |
Zat is true, I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions. Hey... Monet! |
Cal insist on lugging this thing everywhere. |
Should I be expecting him anytime soon? |
Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out. |
What is it? A sapphire? |
A diamond. A very rare diamond, called the Heart of the Ocean. |
I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. |
He does landscapes. |
Pretty tough for a valet, this fella. |
He's an exPinkerton. Cal's father hired him to keep Cal out of trouble... to make sure he always got back to the hotel with his wallet and watch, after some crawl through the less reputable parts of town... |
Kinda like we're doin' right now uh oh! |
Where to, Miss? |
To the stars. |
Are you nervous? |
Au contraire, mon cher. |
You're trembling. |
It's okay. I'm alright. |
When this ship docks, I'm getting off with you. |
This is crazy. |
I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it. |
Looks okay. I don't see anything. |
Could it have damaged the ship? |
It didn't seem like much of a bump. I'm sure we're okay. |
It's bad. |
We have to tell Mother and Cal. |
Now it's worse. |
Come with me, Jack. I jump, you jump... Right? |
Right. |
This is horseshit. |
Cal, you can't be serious! We're in the middle of an emergency and you |
Don't you believe it, Rose. Don't! |
He couldn't have. |
That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket. |
I know, I know. |
See if you can find a key for these. Try those drawers. It's a little brass one. |
So... how did you find out I didn't do it? |
I didn't. I just realized I already knew. |
You have to go for help. |
I'll be right back. |
I'll wait here. |
Will this work? |
We'll find out. |
I'm not going without you. |
Get in the boat, Rose. |
You jump, I jump, right? |
Right. |
Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything. |
It's so cold. |
I know. I know. Help me, here. Look around. |
It's getting quiet. |
Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats organized... |
No... don't say your goodbyes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it. |
I'm so cold. |
You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me? |
I can't feel my body. |
Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. |
You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise. |
I promise. |
Never let go. |
I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go. |
So you've not lit the last four boilers then? |
No, but we're making excellent time. |
Captain, the press knows the size of Titanic, let them marvel at her speed too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines! |
I prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in. |
Of course I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best, but what a glorious end to your last crossing if we get into New York Tuesday night and surprise them all. Retire with a bang, eh, E.J.? |
Why have we stopped? |
We've struck ice. |
Well, do you think the ship is seriously damaged? |
Excuse me. |
Keep pulling... away from the ship. Pull. |
Ain't you boys ever rowed before? Here, gimme those oars. I'll show ya how it's done. |
The suction will pull us right down if we don't keep going. |
We got room for lots more. I say we go back. |
No! It's our lives now, not theirs. And I'm in charge of this boat! Now row!! |
They'll pull us right down I tell ya! |
Aw knock it off, yer scarin' me. Come on girls, grab your oars. Let's go. Well come on! |
I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with you? It's your men back there! We got plenty a' room for more. |
If you don't shut that hole in yer face, there'll be one less in this boat! |
You can smell ice, you know, when it's near. |
Bollocks. |
Well I can. |
Cor... look at that, would ya. |
They're a bloody sight warmer than we are. |
Well if that's what it takes for us two to get warm, I'd rather not, if it's all the same. |
Oy, mate... that was a close shave. |
Smell ice, can you? Bleedin' Christ! |
Let's see... Fabrizio's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven, uh oh... two pair... mmm. Sorry Fabrizio. |
What sorry? What you got? You lose my money?? Ma va fa'n culo testa di cazzo |
Sorry, you're not gonna see your mama again for a long time... |
'Cause you're goin' to America!! Full house boys! |
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