Uit: TITANIC by James Cameron
May 7, 1996
OMITTED
EXT. OCEAN

Jack strokes rhythmically, the effort keeping him from
freezing.

JACK
Look for something floating. Some
debris… wood… anything.

ROSE
It’s so cold.

JACK
I know. I know. Help me, here. Look
around.

His words keep her focused, taking her mind off the wailing
around them. Rose scans the water, panting, barely able to
draw a breath. She turns and… SCREAMS.

A DEVIL is right in from of her face. It is the black FRENCH
BULLDOG, swimming right at her like a seamonster in the
darkness, its coal eyes bugging. It motors past her, like it
is headed for Newfoundland. Beyond it Rose sees something in
the water.

ROSE
What’s that?

Jack sees what she is pointing to, and they make for it
together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved.
He pushes her up and she slithers onto it belly down. But
when Jack tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and
submerges, almost dumping Rose off. It is clearly only big
enough to support her. He clings to it, close to her, keeping
his upper body out of the water as best he can. Their breath
floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion. A
MAN swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Jack
warns him back.

JACK
It’s just enough for this lady…
you’ll push it under.

MAN
Let me try at least, or I’ll die
soon.

JACK
You’ll die quicker if you come any
closer.

MAN
Yes, I see. Good luck to you then.
(swimming off) )
God bless.

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EXT. COLLAPSIBLE A / OCEAN

The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the
sides in the water. Others, swimming, are drawn to it as
their only hope. Cal, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in
the water as a warning.

CAL
Stay back! Keep off!

Fabrizio, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to
the boat. Cal CLUBS HIM with the oar, cutting open his scalp.

FABRIZIO
You don’t… understand… I
have… to get… to America.

CAL
(pointing with the oar)
It’s that way!

CLOSE ON FABRIZIO as he floats, panting each breath agony.
You see the spirit leave him. FABRIZIO’S POV: Cal in SLOW
MOTION, yelling and wielding the oar. A demon in a tuxedo.
The image fades to black.

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