Final part! Whoa! 4 updates in one night... well, day... dawn...er... whatever! Just enjoy!
Above the wailing and sobbing,Father Byles'voice carries, cracking with emotion.
FATHER BYLES: I also saw a New Jerusalem, the holy city coming down out of heaven from God, beautiful as a bride prepared to meet her husband. I heard a loud voice from the throne ring out this is God's dwelling among men. He shall dwell with them and they shall be his people and He shall be their God who is always with them.
Rose stares about her at the faces of the doomed. Near them are the DAHL FAMILY, clinging together stoically. Helga looks at her briefly, and her eyes are infinitely sad. Rose sees a young mother next to her, clutching her five year old son, who is crying in terror.
MOTHER: Shhh. Don't cry. It'll be over soon, darling. It'll all be over soon.
FATHER BYLES: He shall wipe every tear from their eyes. And there shall be no more death or mourning, crying out or pain, for the former world has passed away.
"God… and this really happened?" Mikey asked sobbing.
"Unfortunately yes, Mikey" I said sadly.
The final relentless plunge begins as the stern section floods. Looking down a hundred feet to the water, we drop like an elevator with Jack and Rose.
JACK (talking fast): Take a deep breath and hold it right before we go into the water. The ship will suck us down. Kick for the surface and keep kicking. Don't let go of my hand. We're gonna make it Rose. Trust me.
She stares at the water coming up at them, and grips his hand harder.
ROSE: I trust you.
Below them the poop deck is disappearing. The plunge gathers speed... the boiling surface engulfs the docking bridge and then rushes up the last thirty feet. IN A HIGH SHOT, we see the stern descend into the boiling sea. The name TITANIC disappears, and the tiny figures of Jack and Rose vanish under the water.
Where the ship stood, now there is nothing. Only the black ocean.
"Is it over?" Mikey asked.
"Nope. There's more" I said.
"You don't have to stay here any longer if you don't want"
"Nah! It's ok, it's getting interesting"
Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them. Jack rises kicking hard for the surface... holding tightly to Rose, pulling her up. Jack and Rose surface among them. They barely have time to gasp for air before people are clawing at them. A man pushes Rose under, trying to climb on top of her... senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. Jack punches him repeatedly, pulling her free.
JACK: Swim, Rose! SWIM!
"Yeah, swim… in cold water… nice one, dude" Mikey said sarcastically.
Jack and Rose drift under the blazing stars. The water is glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Rose can actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the sea.
[Rose is on top of a door in the water and Jack is hanging off the side, shivering.]
Rose DeWitt Bukater: It's getting quiet.
Jack Dawson: It's gonna take a couple of minutes to get the boats organized. I don't know about you, but I intend to go write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
Rose DeWitt Bukater: I love you, Jack.
Jack Dawson: Don't you do that. Don't you say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?
Rose DeWitt Bukater: I'm so cold.
Jack Dawson: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on, and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose DeWitt Bukater: I can't feel my body.
Jack Dawson: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor. You must promise me that you'll survive, that you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose DeWitt Bukater: I promise.
Jack Dawson: Never let go.
Rose DeWitt Bukater: I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
"This is so damn sad!" Mikey sobbed.
Angle from the boat as the torch illuminates floating debris, a poignant trail of flotsam: a violin, a child's wooden soldier, a framed photo of a steerage family. Daniel Marvin's wooden Biograph camera.
Then, their white lifebelts bobbing in the darkness like signposts, the first bodies come into the torch's beam. The people are dead but not drowned, killed by the freezing water. Some look like they could be sleeping. Others stare with frozen eyes at the stars. Soon bodies are so thick the seamen cannot row. They hit the oars on the heads of floating men and women... a wooden thunk. One seaman throws up. Lowe sees a mother floating with her arms frozen around her lifeless baby.
LOWE (the worst moment of his life): We waited too long.
"No, not the baby!" Mikey sobbed softly.
"Who's note: Seems like Mikey is taking this too hard; he'll probably have nightmares"
ROSE (barely audible): Jack.
She touches his shoulder with her free hand. He doesn't respond. Rose gently turns his face toward her. It is rimed with frost. He seems to be sleeping peacefully. But he is not asleep. Rose can only stare at his still face as the realization goes through her.
ROSE (sobbing): Oh, Jack.
She closes her eyes. She is so weak, and there just seems to be no reason to even try. And then... her eyes snap open.
ROSE: I won't let go. I promise.
She releases him and he sinks into the black water. He seems to fade out like a spirit returning to some immaterial plane.
Rose rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. She swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. She starts to BLOW THE WHISTLE with all the strength in her body. Its sound slaps across the still water.
OLD ROSE: Fifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of fifteen hundred.
Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait... wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution which would never come.
Golden light washes across the white boats, which gloat in a calm sea reflecting the rosy sky. All around them, like a flotilla of sailing ships, are icebergs. The CARPATHIA sits nearby, as boats row toward her
It is the afternoon of the 15th. Cal is searching the faces of the widows lining the deck, looking for Rose. The deck of Carpathia is crammed with huddled people, and even the recovered lifeboats of Titanic. On a hatch cover sits an enormous pile of lifebelts.
He keeps walking toward the stern. Seeing Cal's tuxedo, a steward approaches him.
CARPATHIA STEWARD: You won't find any of your people back here, sir. It's all steerage.
Cal ignores him and goes amongst this wrecked group, looking under shawls and blankets at one bleak face after another.
OLD ROSE (V.O.): That was the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course, and inherited his millions. The crash of 28 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year. His children fought over the scraps of his estate like hyenas, or so I read.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER: Name?
ROSE: Dawson. Rose Dawson.
BODINE: We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all.
OLD ROSE: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now, not to anyone. (to Lizzy) Not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved. (closing her eyes) I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.
Rose walks through the shadows of the deck machinery. Her nightgown blows in the wind. Her feet are bare. Her hands are clutched at her chest, almost as if she is praying. ROSE reaches the stern rail. Her gnarled fingers wrap over the rail. Her ancient foot steps up on the gunwale. She pushes herself up, leaning forward. Over her shoulder, we see the black water glinting far below. Then, with an impish little grin, Rose tosses the necklace over the rail.
A GRACEFUL PAN across Rose's shelf of carefully arranged pictures:
Rose as a young actress in California, radiant... a theatrically lit studio publicity shot... Rose and her husband, with their two children... Rose with her son at his college graduation... Rose with her children and grandchildren at her 70th birthday. A collage of images of a life lived well.
THE PAN STOPS on an image filling frame. Rose, circa 1920. She is at the beach, sitting on a horse at the surfline. The Santa Monica pier, with its roller coaster is behind her. She is grinning, full of life.
We PAN OFF the last picture to Rose herself, warm in her bunk. A profile shot. She is very still. She could be sleeping, or maybe something else.
THE WRECK OF TITANIC looms like a ghost out of the dark. It is lit by a kind of moonlight, a light of the mind. We pass over the endless forecastle deck to the superstructure, moving faster than subs can move... almost like we are flying.
INSIDE, the echoing sound of distant waltz music is heard. The rust fades away from the walls of the dark corridor and it is transformed... WE EMERGE onto the grand staircase, lit by glowing chandelier. The music is vibrant now, and the room is populated by men in tie and tails, women in gowns. It is exquisitely beautiful.
IN POV we sweep down the staircase. The crowd of beautiful gentlemen and ladies turn as we descend toward them. At the bottom a man stands with his back to us... he turns and it is Jack. Smiling he holds his hand out toward us.
IN A SIDE ANGLE Rose goes into his arms, a girl of 17. The passengers, officers and crew of the RMS Titanic smile and applaud in the utter silence of the abyss.
"That was really sad" Don said wiping a few tears away.
"Poor Rose" Mikey sniffed loudly.
"At least he could save her from herself and the life she was condemned to live" Leo said sadly.
"The empty life of a rich girl" I said "Well, did you like the movie?"
"It was sad but good" Leo said.
"Yeah, I like movies based on true stories" Don said.
"Though it was kinda corny and made me cry… I liked it too" Mikey said.
"How about you Raph? You've been kinda quiet"
"It was ok… I… I gotta go to the bathroom" Raph said and rushed to the bathroom.
"Hmm… seems like I touched a nerve" I said grinning.
"Yeah, you actually made him cry!" Don said noticing the tear drops in the couch.
"But you know he's gonna deny it, right?" Leo asked smirking.
"Yeah… but at least I proved the theory wrong"
"Why?" Don asked a little confused.
"This movie can make someone like Raph cry but… I still can't do it! So, the movie does NOT make everybody cry. Problem solved… or maybe is because I'm weird?"
"You're not weird, just… stronger than I thought you were" Leo said.
"You think so?"
"Well, it seems that you control your emotions better than other people" Leo added.
"You mean better than normal people" I sighed sadly.
"You are normal!" Leo said seriously taking me by the shoulders.
"Ok, ok. I got it! Could you put me down already?" I said a little scared.
"No prob. Just control your anger or you're gonna end up being Raph II" I said chuckling "Speaking of him… we better see if he's ok"
"I'll go. He'll be probably mad at you for making him cry" Leo said and went to the bathroom.
"Hmm… next time… I'll try with 'Bambi'… I can't believe people just cried for that fawn and his dead mother" I muttered.
"Are you heartless or what? Almost everybody that watches that movie cries!" Mikey said in an alarmed tone.
"You said it: ALMOST everybody" I replied.
"I give, you're weird girl" Mikey said sighing.
"Just as I thought. Well, another and maybe the last Who's note for today: Bring some onions so I can pretend I'm crying" I recorded.
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