WOMAN IN CROWD
You watch. They'll put us off in these silly little boats to freeze, and
we'll all be back on board by breakfast.
Cal, Rose and Ruth come out of the doors near the band.
RUTH
My brooch, I left my brooch. I must have it!
She turns back to go to her room but Cal takes her by the arm, refusing to
let her go. The firmness of his hold surprises her.
CAL
Stay here, Ruth.
Ruth sees his expression, and knows fear for the first time.
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173 INT. STEERAGE BERTHING AFT / CORRIDORS AND STAIRWELL
It is chaos, with stewards pushing their way through narrow corridors
clogged with people carrying suitcases, duffel bags, children. Some have
lifebelts on, others don't.
STEWARD #2
(to Steward #3)
I told the stupid sods no luggage. Aw, bloody hell!
He throws up his hand at the sight of a family, loaded down with cases and
bags, completely blocking the corridor.
Fabrizio and Tommy push past the stewards, going the other way. They reach a
huge crowd gathered at the bottom of the MAIN 3RD CLASS STAIRWELL. Fabrizio
spots Helga with the rest of the Dahl family, standing patiently with
suitcases in hand. He reaches her and she grins, hugging him.
Tommy pushes to where he can see what's holding up the group. There is a
steel gate across the top of the stairs, with several stewards and seamen on
the other side.
STEWARD
Stay calm, please. It's not time to go up to the boats yet.
Near Tommy, an IRISHWOMAN stands stoically with two small children and their
battered luggage.
LITTLE BOY
What are we doing, mummy?
WOMAN
We're just waiting, dear. When they finish putting First Class people in the
boats, they'll be startin' with us, and we'll want to be all ready, won't
we?
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174 EXT. STARBOARD SIDE
Boat 7 is less than half full, with 28 aboard a boat made for 65.
FIRST OFFICER MURDOCH
Lower away! By the left and right together, steady lads!
The boat lurches as the falls start to pay out through the pulley blocks.
The women gasp. The boat descends, swaying and jerking, toward the water 60
feet below. The passengers are terrified.
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175 EXT. / INT. TITANIC HULL AND MASTER AT ARMS OFFICE
TRACKING along the rows of portholes angling down into the water. Under the
surface, they glow green. PUSHING IN on one porthole which is have
submerged. Inside we see Jack, looking apprehensively at the water rising up
the glass.
INSIDE THE MASTER AT ARMS' OFFICE Jack sits chained to the waterpipe, next
to the porthole. Lovejoy sits on the edge of a desk. He puts a .45 bullet on