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~Return the boats!~ |
**Tommy has just punched the steward in the face after he, Jack and Fabrizio break down the iron gate.**
EXT. BOAT 6/ TITANIC-NIGHT
Ruth rows with Molly Brown, two other women and the incompetent sailors. She rests on her oars, exhausted, and she looks at the ship.
It slants down in the water, still ablaze with light. Nothing is above water forward of the bridge except for the foremast. Another rocket goes off, lighting up the entire area...there are a dozen boats moving outward from the ship.
AT THE BOAT DECK RAIL Captain Smith is shouting to Boat 6 through a large metal megaphone.
SMITH
Come back! Come Back to the ship!
CHIEF OFFICER WILDE joins him, blowing his silver whistle.
FROM BOAT 6 the whistle comes shrilly across the water. Quartermaster Hitchins grips the rudder in fear.
HITCHINS
The suction will pull us right down if we don't keep going.
MOLLY BROWN
We got room for lots more. I say we go back.
HITCHINS
No! It's our lives now, not theirs. And I'm in charge of this boat! Now
row!!
CAPTAIN SMITH, at the rail of the boat deck, lowers his megaphone slowly.
SMITH
The fools.
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INT. A-DECK FOYER
As Cal and Lovejoy cross the foyer they encounter Benjamin Guggenheim and his valet, both dressed in white tie, tail-coats and top hats.
CAL
Ben, what's the occasion?
GUGGENHEIM **line moved to later
scene**
We have dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.
CAL
That's admirable Ben.
(walking on)
I'll be sure to tell your wife...when I get to New York.
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INT. FIRST CLASS SMOKING ROOM
There are still two card games in progress. The room is quiet and civilized. A silver serving cart, holding large humidor, begins to roll slowly across the room. One of the card players takes a cigar from it as it rolls by.
CARD PLAYER
It seems we've been dealt a bad hand this time.
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EXT./ INT. A-DECK PROMENADE
Cal and Lovejoy are walking aft with a purposeful stride. They pass CHIEF BAKER JOUGHIN, who is working up a sweat tossing deck chairs over the rail. After they go by, Joughin takes a break and pulls a bottle of scotch from a pocket, upending it. He drains it, and tosses it over the side too, then stands there a little unsteadily.