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~Daydream~ |
**This scene follows the scene with Ruth and the ladies at tea; and Captain Smith with Ismay. Jack and Rose are walking around the decks, still and it's almost time for dinner**
EXT. A DECK PROMENADE- DAY
Rose and Jack stroll aft, past people lounging on deck chairs in the slanting late-after-noon-light. Stewards scurry to serve tea or hot cocoa.
ROSE (girlish and excited)
You know, my dream has always been to just chuck it all and become an
artist...living in a garret, poor but free!
JACK (laughing)
You wouldn't last two days. There's not hot water, and hardly ever any
caviar.
ROSE (angry in a flash)
Listen, buster...I hate caviar! And I'm tired of people dismissing my dreams
with a chuckle and a pat on the head.
JACK
I'm sorry. Really...I am.
ROSE
Well, alright. There's something in me, Jack. I feel it. I don't know what it
is, whether I should be an artist, or, I don't know...a dancer. Like Isadora
Duncan...a wild pagan spirit...
She leaps forward, lands deftly and whirls like a dervish. Then she sees something ahead and her face lights up.
ROSE
...or a moving picture actress!
She takes his hand and runs, pulling him along the deck toward-
DANIEL AND MARY MARVIN. Daniel is cranking the big wooden movie camera as she poses stiffly at the rail.
MARVIN
You're sad. Sad, sad, sad. You've left your lover on the shore. You may never
see him again. Try to be sadder, darling.
SUDDENLY Rose shoots into the shot and strikes a theatrical pose at the rail next to Mary. Mary bursts out laughing. Rose pulls Jack into the picture and makes him pose.
Marvin grins and starts yelling and gesturing. We see this in CUTS, with music and no dialogue.
SERIES OF CUTS:
Rose posing tragically at the rail, back of her hand to her forehead.
Jack on a deck chair, pretending to be a Pasha, the two girls pantomiming fanning him like slave girls.
Jack, on his knees, pleading with his hands clasped while Rose, standing, turns her head in a bored disdain.
Rose cranking the camera, while Daniel and Jack have a western shoot-out. Jack wins and leers into the lens, twirling an air mustache like Snidely Whiplash.