LEONARDO DICAPRIO...JACK DAWSON
KATE WINSLET...ROSE DEWITT BUKATER
BILLY ZANE...CAL HOCKLEY (Roses fästman)
FRANCES FISHER...RUTH DEWITT BUKATER (Roses mor)
här nedanför har jag tagit 3 st scener ur "titanic"- manuset
som jag tycker är väldigt bra!
(obs! scenerna är inte helt korekta,jag har klippt
bort en del.Se längst ner på sidan för att komma åt
hela manuset).
/Charlotte.
103 INT. ROSE'S SUITE
ROSE
I want you to draw me like your French girl. Wearing this.
(she smiles at him)
Wearing only this.
ROSE
The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a
china doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.
Jakc looks so stricken, it is almost comical.
ROSE
Tell me when it looks right to you.
She poses on the divan
JACK
Uh... just bend your left leg a little and... and lower your head.
Eyes to me. That's it.
Jack starts to sketch. He drops his pencil and she stifles a laugh.
ROSE
I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine
Monsieur Monet blushing.
JACK
(sweating)
He does landscapes.
TIGHT ON JACK as his eyes come up to look at her over the top edge of his sketchpad. We have
seen this image of him before, in her memory. It is an image she will carry the rest of her life.
177 EXT. BOAT DECK / PORT SIDE
RUTH
Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're
not too crowded--
ROSE
Oh, Mother shut up!
(Ruth freezes, mouth open)
Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't
enough boats... not enough by half. Half the people on this ship
are going to die.
CAL
Not the better half.
ROSE
You unimaginable bastard.
288 EXT. OCEAN
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
It's getting quiet.
JACK
Just a few more minutes. It'll take them a while to get the boats
organized...
Rose is unmoving, just staring into space. She knows the truth. There won't be any boats.
JACK
I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded
letter to the White Star Line about all this.
She laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Rose finds his eyes in the dim light.
ROSE
I love you Jack.
He takes her hand.
JACK
No... don't say your good-byes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't
do it.
ROSE
I'm so cold.
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JACK
Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best
thing that ever happened to me.
Jack is having trouble getting the breath to speak.
JACK
It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful.
JACK
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.
ROSE
I promise.
JACK
Never let go.
ROSE
I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
IN A HOVERING DOWNANGLE we see Jack and Rose floating in the black water. They are absolutely still.
Their hands are locked together.
CLOSE ON Rose's face. Pale, like the faces of the dead. Her lips barely move as she sings a scrap of
Jack's song:
ROSE
"Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
