FABRIZIO
Porca Madonna!! YEEAAAAA!!!
The table explodes into shouting in several languages. Jack rakes in the
money and the tickets.
JACK
(to the Swedes)
Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and...
(to Fabrizio)
... we're going to--
FABRIZIO/JACK
L'AMERICA!!!
Olaf balls up one huge farmer's fist. We think he's going to clobber Jack,
but he swings round and punches Sven, who flops backward onto the floor and
sits there, looking depressed. Olaf forgets about Jack and Fabrizio, who are
dancing around, and goes into a rapid harangue of his stupid cousin.
Jack kisses the tickets, then jumps on Fabrizio's back and rides him around
the pub. It's like they won the lottery.
JACK
Goin' home... to the land o' the free and the home of the real hot-dogs! On
the TITANIC!! We're ridin' in high style now! We're practically goddamned
royalty, ragazzo mio!!
FABRIZIO
You see? Is my destinio!! Like I told you. I go to l'America!! To be a
millionaire!!
(MORE)
FABRIZIO (CONT'D)
(to pubkeeper)
Capito?? I go to America!!
PUBKEEPER
No, mate. Titanic go to America. In five minutes.
JACK
Shit!! Come on, Fabri!
(grabbing their stuff)
Come on!!
(to all, grinning)
It's been grand.
They run for the door.
PUBKEEPER
'Course I'm sure if they knew it was you lot comin', they'd be pleased to
wait!
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37 OMITTED
38 EXT. TERMINAL - TITANIC
Jack and Fabrizio, carrying everything they own in the world in the kit bags
on their shoulders, sprint toward the pier. They tear through milling crowds
next to the terminal. Shouts go up behind them as they jostle slow-moving
gentlemen. They dodge piles of luggage, and weave through groups of people.
They burst out onto the pier and Jack comes to a dead stop... staring at the
cast wall of the ship's hull, towering seven stories above the wharf and
over an eighth of a mile long. The Titanic is monstrous.
Fabrizio runs back and grabs Jack, and they sprint toward the third class
gangway aft, at E deck. They reach the bottom of the ramp just as SIXTH
OFFICER MOODY detaches it at the top. It starts to swing down from the
gangway doors.
JACK
Wait!! We're passengers!
Flushed and panting, he waves the tickets.
MOODY
Have you been through the inspection queue?
JACK
(lying cheerfully)
Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans.