1- Step up.
Now hold on to the railing.
Keep your eyes closed, don’t peek. I’m not.
Step up onto the rail.
Hold on. Hold on. Keep your eyes closed.
Do you trust me?
I trust you.
All right, open your eyes.
I’m flying! Jack!
" Come, Josephine, my flying machine "
" Going up, she goes "
" Up, she goes… "
That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight.
So we’re up to dusk the night of the sinking.
Six hours to go. Incredible.
There’s Smith and he’s standing there and he’s got the iceberg warning…
in his fucking hand- excuse me- his hand, and he’s ordering more speed.
26 years of experience working against him.
He figures anything big enough to sink the ship
they’re going to see in time to turn
but the ship’s too big with too small a rudder.
Doesn’t corner worth a damn.
Everything he knows is wrong.
It’s quite proper, I assure you.
This is the sitting room.
Will this light do? What?
Don’t artists need good light?
That is true
but I’m not used to working in such horrible conditions.
Do you know his work? Of course.
Look at his use of color here. Isn’t he great?
I know, it’s extraordinary.
Cal insists on carting this hideous thing everywhere.
Should we be expecting him anytime soon?
Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out.
That’s nice. What is it, a sapphire?
A diamond, a very rare diamond.
Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls… wearing this.
Wearing only this.
The last thing I need is another picture of me
looking like a porcelain doll.
As a paying customer…
I expect to get what I want.
Over on the bed- the couch.
Go… lie down.
Tell me when it looks right. Put your arm back the way it was.
Put that other arm up, that hand right by your face there.
Now, head down.
Eyes to me, keep them on me.
And try to stay still.
I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste.
I can’t imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
He does landscapes. Just relax your face.
Sorry. No laughing.
My heart was pounding the whole time.
It was the most erotic moment of my life.
Up until then, at least.
So what happened next? You mean, did we do it?
Sorry, to disappoint you, Mr. Bodine.
Jack was very professional.
What you doing?
Will you put this back in the safe for me?
Would you excuse me?
None of the stewards have seen her. This is absurd.
It’s a ship, there’s only so many places she could be.
Lovejoy, find her.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a flat calm.
Like a mill pond. Not a breath of wind.
It will make the bergs harder to see
with no breaking water at the base.
Well, I’m off. Maintain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller.
It’s getting cold. You look nice.
Lovejoy: Miss Rose?
No, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait!
Go, go! Down, down!
Rose: Quickly, quickly!
It’s all right!
Pretty tough for a valet, this fellow.
Seems more like a cop. I think he was.
Jack: Oh, shit.
No, over here!
Now what?! What?!
Hold up! What’re you two doing down here?
You shouldn’t be down here! It could be dangerous!
Jack: Carry on! Don’t mind us. You’re doing a great job!
Keep up the good work!
Ah, look what we have here, huh?
Where to, miss?
To the stars.
Put your hands on me,Jack.
Crewman: God, it’s bloody cold.
You know, I can smell ice, you know, when it’s near.
Bollocks. But I can, all right!
Murdoch: Did you ever find those binoculars for the lookouts?
Haven’t seen them since Southampton.
Well, I’ll be on my rounds. Cheerio.
Don’t worry. I’ll be all right.
They ran down there. Right.
Lovejoy: Anything missing?
I’ve got a better idea.
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