**This scene instantly follows the previous one. It is the original scene with Jack and Rose walking around the boat deck. Keep that in mind when reading the dialogue.**

EXT. BOAT DECK- DAY

Jack and Rose walk side by side. They pass people reading and talking in steamer chairs, some of whom glance curiously at the mismatched couple. He feels out of place in his rough clothes. They are both awkward, for different reasons.

JACK
So, you got a name by the way?

ROSE
Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater

JACK
That's quite a moniker. I may hafta get you to write that down. 

There is an awkward pause.

ROSE
Mr. Dawson, I-

JACK
Jack.

ROSE
Jack...I feel like such an idiot. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you.

JACK
Well, here you are.

ROSE
Here I am. I...I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for...for pulling me back. But for your discretion.

JACK
You're welcome. Rose.

ROSE
Look, I know what you must be thinking, poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?

JACK
That's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was...what could have happened to hurt this girl so much she thought she had no way out.

ROSE
I don't...it wasn't just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it was their whole world. And I was trapped in it, like an insect in amber.
(in a rush)
I just had to get away...just run and run and run...and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship...even the TITANIC wasn't big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before I'd really thought about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. I'll show them. They'll be sorry!

JACK
Uh huh. They'll be sorry. 'Course you'll be dead.

ROSE (she lowers her head)
Oh God, I am such and utter fool.

JACK
That penguin last night, is he one of them?

ROSE
Penguin? Oh, Cal! He is them.

JACK
Is he your boyfriend?

ROSE
Worse I'm afraid.

She shows him her engagement ring. a sizable diamond.

JACK
Gawd look at that thing. You would have gone straight to the bottom.

They laugh together. A passing steward scowls at Jack, who is clearly not a first class passenger, but Rose just glares him away.

JACK
So you feel like you're stuck on a train you can't get off 'cause you're marryin' this fella.

ROSE
Yes, exactly!

JACK
So don't marry him

ROSE
If only it were that simple.

JACK
It is that simple.

ROSE
Oh, Jack...please don't judge me until you've seen my world.

JACK
Well, I guess I will tonight.

Looking for another topic, any other topic, she indicates his sketchbook.

ROSE
What's this?

JACK
Just some sketches.

ROSE
May I?

The question is rhetorical because she has already grabbed the book. She sits on a deck chair and opens the sketchbook. ON JACK'S sketches...each one an expressive little bit of humanity: an old woman's hands, a sleeping man, a father and daughter at the rail. The faces are luminous and alive. His book is a celebration of the human condition.

ROSE
Jack, these are quite good! Really, they are.

JACK
Well they didn't think too much of 'em in Paree.

Some loose sketches fall out and are taken by the wind. Jack scrambles after them...catching two, but the rest are gone, over the rail.

ROSE
Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry. Truly!

JACK
Don't worry about it. Plenty more where they came from.

He snaps his wrist, shaking his drawing hand in a flourish.

JACK
I just seem to spew 'em out. Besides, they're not worth a damn anyway.

For emphasis he throws away the two he caught. They sail off.

ROSE (laughing)
You're deranged!

She goes back to the book, turning the page

ROSE
Well, well, well...

She has come upon a series of nudes. Rose is transfixed by the languid beauty he has created. His nudes are soulful, real, with expressive hands and eyes. They feel more like portraits than studies of the human form...almost uncomfortably intimate. Rose blushes, raising the book as some strollers go by.

ROSE (trying to be very adult)
And these were drawn from life?

JACK
Yup. That's one of the great things about Paris. Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.

She studies on drawing in particular, the girl posed half in sunlight, half in shadow. Her hands lie at her chin, one furled and one open like a flower, languid and graceful. The drawing is like an Alfred Steiglitz print of Georigia O'Keefe.

ROSE
You liked this woman. You used her several times.

JACK
She had beautiful hands.

ROSE (smiling)
I think you must have had a love affair with her...

JACK (laughing)
No, no! Just with her hands.

ROSE (looking up from the drawing)
You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people.

JACK
I see you.

ROSE
And...?

JACK
You wouldn'ta jumped.

**Okay, okay yeah it wasn't that much different the new scene, but there was a lot that was added. Like him telling her about his life, the argument they get into and other little things.**

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