S.O.S. Titanic (1979) - full transcript

Her name,
like everything about her,

gave promise of something
mighty and splendid.

They called her Titanic.

She was the longest,
the tallest,

The most luxurious ship
in all creation.

Before her initial
Atlantic crossing was to end,

She would achieve another,
and this time unexpected,

distinction,

as the first ocean liner ever

to use the code signal SOS.

At noon, April 10th, 1912,



she steamed out of Southampton
into the English Channel.

At night, she dropped anchor
at Cherbourg, France,

and again the next morning
at Queenstown in Ireland

to receive additional
cargo and passengers,

then took to the open sea.

At 11:40 p.m., April 14th,

some 400 miles off the coast
of Newfoundland,

calamity struck.

Within a matter of hours,

the magnificent,
unsinkable Titanic

vanished forever in water
more than two miles deep.

1500 lives were lost.

Only the swift
and courageous action

of a small passenger liner,
the Carpathia,



prevented a greater devastation.

Even so, it was
and remains to this day

the worst maritime disaster

in the history
of the North Atlantic.

Good night, ladies.

Good night, ladies.

Good night, ladies.

I'm going to leave you now.

Merrily we roll along,
roll along,

roll along,
merrily we roll along,

o'er the deep blue...

Blimey.

- Officer Dwight.
- Who's that?

- Cottam, sir.
- What's the problem?

- I've had an urgent message.
- At this hour?

I thought you switched off
at midnight.

- It's the Titanic.
- Titanic?

She's sinking.

Sinking, that's impossible,
she's unsinkable.

The message is to come at once.

Sir? Captain?

Captain, sir!
Sir, wake up!

I'm awake, I'm awake,
I was only just dropping off.

- Who is this?
- It's First Officer Dean, sir.

Bloody hell, Dean!

Since when do you push your way
in here without knocking?

Sorry, sir, it's an emergency.

I don't care a blue damn
what it is.

I want to see some discipline
on this ship.

Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir.

- Who's that with you?
- It's Cottam, sir.

- Cottam?
- Wireless operator, sir.

- Yes.
- He's had an urgent

communication from the Titanic.

The Titanic?

Well, what is it?

It's a CQD, sir.

CQ...

- Are you sure?
- Yes, sir.

They used the new
distress signal as well.

SOS.

She's struck an iceberg.

She's 58 miles away.

Our course is north 52 west.

Now get back to your man
on the Titanic,

tell him we're coming
as fast as we can

that we should be there
in just four hours' time.

Four hours?

- Did you get through all right?
- Yes, sir, I told him

within four hours
just like you said.

- And what was his reply?
- He said,

"Please hurry, young man,
engine room flooded,

we're sinking head down ."

Then there was nothing.

- We're here.
- We've arrived, sir.

Call out all hands.

All boats to be readied
and swung out.

- Open all gangway doors.
- A pilot ladder at each gangway

and a chair sling for bringing
up the sick or wounded.

The canvas bags for children.

We're going
to receive survivors.

- Swing the derrick around.
- Aye aye, sir.

Shall I go first?

Come on, now.

Hold on!

Keep clutching it,
we've got you.

That's it.

Just a few more steps.

Come on now, good girl.

What ship is this?

The Carpathia.

Carpathia.

And the Titanic?

Gone.

What time is it?

Twenty minutes past two.

Approximately three hours
after the collision.

Slightly less than three.

With how many still aboard,
would you estimate?

Hundreds, all the boats together

assuming every one got away
with a full load

wouldn't have held
half of those aboard.

Chances are more than
a thousand went down.

Another boat on
the starboard bow, sir.

And another beyond that.

Ease away the winch.

Just follow the steward, ma'am.

Good morning, the steward will
direct you to the dining saloon

where there's food and drink
and medicine if you need it.

Will you kindly give
your name to my assistant.

Mr. Ismay
of the White Star Line.

I'm Ismay.

- And the Titanic was...
- My ship.

Mr. Ismay, sir?

I'm Dr. McGee, ship's surgeon.

Won't you come inside
now, sir, where it's warm?

And we can try
to make you comfortable.

Comfortable?

What's the good
of standing out here

in the cold this way, sir?

Look, look.

There's something in the water,
just there.

- I don't see anything, sir.
- Look, look, it's just there.

Use your eyes, why don't you?

It's only a bit of flotsam, sir.

Are you sure?

A few deck chairs
by the look of it.

That's all.

All I can see, sir.

A few chairs.

All that beauty.

All that strength, power, grace.

A few chairs.

So much gaiety.

So much for the smoking room
and the palm court.

The electronic lifts are over
there behind the staircase

and then forward of that
there are some 30-odd cabins.

Now this will take us up
to the boat deck.

Are we going back to the bridge
and the wheelhouse?

No, no, no, no,
I don't think so,

they won't want anyone
underfoot just now.

Come on. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Look there,
it's almost sailing time!

- Such a beautiful clock.
- Thank you, darling.

I chose it myself.

It's meant to be
Honor and Glory crowning Time.

They ought to be
crowning you, Ismay.

Hello.

Never mind, every sort
of honor and glory

will be coming your way
after today.

We all thought the Olympic
the last word.

This really is the summit.

- Congratulations.
- Too kind.

- Who was that?
- A countryman of yours, my dear.

- John Jacob Astor and his bride.
- His child bride.

I think half the
millionaires in America

have booked passage
on this crossing.

This way, one and all!

All ashore that's going ashore!

All ashore that's going ashore!

All ashore that's going ashore!

This is the way
to second class, isn't it?

- Straight ahead, miss.
- Thank you.

All ashore that's going ashore!

Excuse me.

- I'm sailing.
- Yes, well so am I,

as it happens.

A-ha!
The man of the hour himself!

Hail to thee, chief designer!

How are you, Bruce? Julia?

Look here, I've been taking bows
for your handiwork all morning.

I don't seem to be able
to convince anyone

that you built it,
and I just commissioned it,

so I've stopped trying.

What are you togged out for,
Tom?

You're not still working,
are you?

Just tightening up the odd bolt
here and there.

Tommy, you've got
an army of helpers for that.

Yes, but if I do it myself,
then I've no one but me to blame

if it's not done properly.
Any road, I enjoy it.

Now come on, own up, you're
a perfectionist, aren't you?

A hard case.

You know, I expect this
will do me for exercise.

Probably stand me in good stead
in case of an emergency too.

Darling, don't even jest.

My darling Julia.

There is not one chance
in a million

that anything could
possibly go wrong.

She passed her trials without
the slightest incident.

Well, she's perfect.

Here, you two,
come and be immortalized.

Is it true that this is to be
your last voyage, Captain?

And that... you're going out
in a blaze of glory, as it were?

Not quite, not quite,
though I do see retirement

in my immediate future.

I'm looking forward to a long,
tranquil time in dry dock

before they finally sell me
for scrap, as it were.

Now, how is this?

Keep coming.
Keep coming.

Smile, darling.

Walk right on past me.
That's it.

- Tugs are all fast, sir.
- Good.

Mr. Bowyer, we're in your expert
hands until we reach the Nab.

May we have your orders?

We have a rendezvous
this evening in France.

Thank you, sir.
Let go your stern ropes.

Let go the stern ropes.

Aft tug away, sir.

Slow ahead.

Slow ahead it is, sir.

Gentlemen, we're under way.

Since there was
no formal launching,

I should just like to say.

God bless this ship
and all who sail in her.

Like it?

I'm sorry, madam,
I had no business.

No, no, it suits you.
Let's see.

It's a very good color for you.

You're bigger here than I am.

You'll want to have it
let out a little.

I will?

It's yours when we reach
New York.

No, madam,
I couldn't possibly.

You like it, don't you?

It's the most beautiful dress
I've ever seen.

Then it's settled.

- No, but I... I can't.
- Shh.

Did you find everything
you need?

Yes.

There's no bidet
in the bathroom, of course,

but then, it's not a French
ship, it's a British ship.

One mustn't expect miracles.

Mrs. Astor likes her comfort,

I'm awfully spoiled, aren't I,

for the rather ordinary daughter
of a man

who runs a forwarding firm
in Brooklyn.

You were never ordinary.
I don't care who your father is.

And you're not half as spoiled
as you're going to be

when I'm through with you.

Did you spoil Ava
when you were first married?

Nobody spoils Ava, she's the one
that spoils things.

Everything.

I got used to her insulting me,
calling me stupid and clumsy.

I never got used
to her cruelty to Vincent.

From the time
he was no bigger than that,

shaming him
in front of her guests.

He's about the same age
as you are now-

I don't suppose he's ever heard
a kind word from her.

Everywhere he goes, people say,

"Your mother,
the greatest beauty of the age."

He just looks at them.

I'm not beautiful.

Yes, you are.

Not like her.

But I can be kind.

I can be infinitely kind.

Dear Sis, I have only
just now come off watch,

and I am dashing this off
to you, old chum,

as I know you will be anxious
for word of the great occasion.

We had a near thing
leaving Southampton.

A ship docked nearby was
nearly sucked into a collision

by the force of our propellers.

But never mind, no harm done.

Although one bloke
in first class

insisted on being
put ashore in Cherbourg,

saying it was a bad omen
or some such rubbish.

The loading in France
went off without a hitch,

and we're now underway again.

It's a typical first night out.

Pretty quiet,
as always in any ship.

The passengers haven't
got the feel of it yet,

and in this case
neither have the crew.

The sheer distance
from one end to the other

is such I expect it will
be a fortnight at least

before I find
the shortest route.

What do you think of it?

I don't know what to think.

It gives me the shivers.

Big is one thing, but that?

It'll seem small enough,
no doubt,

when we're a thousand miles
from any land

and nothing but the great ocean
all around.

You've been to sea before, then?

I haven't.

Me neither.

What are those, Kate?

I don't know.

Bumboats.

Bumboats? What's a bumboat for?

Boats that carry things
to sell aboard ships

when they ride into dock.

Now didn't my brother travel
all around the Orient,

that time he was
a merchant seaman.

And then he used
to write home about things.

What's your pleasure, ladies?

Here's the finest Irish linen
in all creation.

Here's linen as fine
as anything you'll find.

Will you look this way,
Mrs. Astor? Smile, please.

Mr. Astor, could you tell us,
how do you and your bride

- feel to be on board the Titanic?
- No more.

Louise-Kate, I didn't know
you were on board.

May I... may I introduce my wife?

- Friends of Ava's?
- Yes.

- Doesn't matter.
- Of course it matters.

Johnny, look at this!

Isn't it lovely?

The lady shows great taste.

That's a prime example
of the art of making

caliber class lace.

Very nice.

See how full it is in the waist?

I'll need that in a few weeks
when I've begun to show.

Think of the poor women
who risk their precious eyesight

to produce a stitch that fine.

How much is it?

Well, in round figures...

What I'll have before long.

- £160.
- You're joking.

Not a bit of it.

- £ 160?
- $800.

That's ridiculous!

No, thank you.

I'll give you $400.

$800 by your own reckoning.

Let's make it even, $600.

And $200 makes $800.

You're a hard man.

Come to think of it,

it's a hard life, you know, now.

Maggie!

Maggie?

Maggie!

I beg your pardon.
Are you addressing me?

How's it gonna look
on the marquee

when I make my
legitimate stage debut?

Maggie Brown?

I'm sorry.

Molly. Molly!

- I keep forgetting.
- So do I.

Hello, Emma. Are you two
dining with us tonight?

Try and stop us.

Look, darling.

What would you think of this

done up as a kind of
walking suit?

All this stuff just
brings out the Irish in me

with a vengeance.

Of course, you gotta tell me

if it's apt to make me
look like Patty's pig.

Single ladies, this way.
Come along please.

Never mind, we'll
get you sorted out.

This alleyway's something,
innit?

The officers have nicknamed it
Park Lane

after the poshest street
in London.

That's irony.
The crew calls it Scotland Road,

which if you've never been
to Liverpool, you know,

it's thoroughly disreputable.

My ticket's for a cabin
that's already full up.

Well, come on then,
join the parade.

You know, you've got to
expect these little mishaps

- on a brand new ship.
- Single ladies this way.

I'm sorry.
Mary Agatha, is it?

Bridget. Bridget Bradley.

- I'm Mary Agatha.
- I'll get it straight.

The pair of you's the problem.

Just remember,
she's Kate and I'm Katie.

Shocking business, isn't it?

Putting four of us
in a space this small.

Small, is it?
Seems massive to me.

- Go on!
- She means it.

She's one of ten kids.

And two rooms in the house.

We was all times
three and four to a bed.

- English speaking.
- Reluctantly.

Good. Here, lads,
you can stow your cases

underneath the bunks there.

There's soap and towels
over there,

and the lavatory's
right 'round the bend,

which is where I shall be
before this trip's over,

I can tell ya.

Well, it looks like
we're gonna be sharing.

This here is David Charters.

- David.
- 'Tis very good.

I'm Farrell, James, Jim.

- We're from London.
- Gallagher, Martin. Donegal.

You're a long ways from home.

Buckley, Daniel.
Daniel Buckley.

Why not take the upper there,

you're smaller than Martin.

There's trouble
getting in and out.

Right.

Not exactly
the Royal Hibernian, is it?

The Royal Hibernian,
what's that?

That's the swankiest hotel
in Dublin is what that is.

Been much to Dublin then,
have ya?

We passed through
on our way down here.

And did you stay at
the Royal Whatever You Call It?

Are you daft or what?

We have sod all between us.

We stayed at the Westland Road
Station is where we stayed.

Long enough to change trains.

And last night in Cobh,

which the bloody minded British
insist on calling Queenstown.

We slept rough in a little park.

The girls stayed
in a guest house.

- The girls?
- Well, two girls from our town

- traveled down with us.
- Name of Gilnagh and Mullins.

The two Kates.

- Mother mercy, what's that now?
- An explosion.

Not to worry, they've just
started the engines, that's all.

You happen to be
quite near the casing.

- Are we moving?
- We will be in two shakes.

Heaven help me,
I'm going to be seasick, I know.

Well, think that way
and you will.

Is it "Abandon ship"
or "Run for your life"

or what is it at all?

- It's lunch.
- Da-da-da! Da-da-da!

Do you make that racket
every time it's lunch, then?

And breakfast and dinner.

Third class dining saloon,
one deck down. Thank you.

Dinner?
They call tea dinner?

What swank.
I never had dinner in my life.

We're on our way to ruin,
the bunch of us.

Good.

- Daniel, my stomach's growling.
- Almost finished.

Daniel, be careful.
Watch out.

I'm sorry.

No harm done.

- Watch out.
- It's all right, folks.

This reel is nearly used up.

That's quite an expensive toy,
isn't it?

It was a wedding present.

My dad's in the business,
moving pictures.

Well, tell him to save his money

and invest it
in something with a future,

like Vaudeville.

Henry's a theatrical producer.
Broadway.

- Henry Harris. How are you?
- Dan Marvin.

- This is my wife, Mary.
- How do you do?

- Pleased to meet you. I'm Rene.
- Do you really think the movies

are a flash in the pan?

Well, my father
always used to say

sinking cash into
short-term novelties

was like waiting for ships
that never come in.

Sinking ships?
Is that supposed to be funny?

- Only by accident.
- Enough about accidents.

Let's eat.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Miss Sloan.
It's only me.

Mr. Andrews?

Yes, the Astors
have gone down to lunch.

I just nipped in to give
a prod to that fan

you reported out of order.

Were you taking a last look
at Ireland?

Yes, yes.
Isn't it foolish?

We're hardly away yet
and I'm homesick already.

Where do you come from?

Comber, County Down,
but I live in Belfast now.

- So do I.
- Do you? Where?

- Kersland Road, Strandtown.
- Yes, yes, of course.

My wife and I used to go
for a stroll in Victoria Park

when we were courting.

- Do you have any children?
- One. A little girl, Elizabeth.

She cried when we said goodbye.

If you ever want to talk
to anybody about home,

just come along
to the linen room.

We have a little electric
hearth in there,

we could give you a cup of tea.

Thank you, I'd like that.

- Good evening, my lady.
- Good evening.

She dines late.

Well, she's a countess.

When you're a countess you dine
when you dogwell feel like it.

I'm sorry, darling.

- Countess of what, Maggie?
- Of Rothes.

Thank you, Cyril.

And don't call me Maggie.

I find her fascinating.

She looks just the way
I've always wanted to.

Worldly and mysterious.

Darling, I wouldn't trade you
for all the countesses

in Burke's Peerage.

Talk about mysterious.

Take a squint back there,
down there in the corner.

What, ya ask yourself,
is that gay dog Ben Guggenheim

doing at a table
all by himself for two?

Well, the story...

The story is he finally
broke it off with her nibs,

the Marquise de Cerruti,

and now he's on his way home
to see Florette and the kids

for the first time
in seven or eight months.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

He's such
an attractive-looking man.

I'll tell the world,

he can leave his patent leathers
outside my door any night.

- Maggie!
- Molly, darn it, Emma!

Scandalous. This conversation's
a little spicy for me, ladies,

if you'll excuse me.

I'm going to the smoke room
to have a very, very mild cigar.

Well, now we can loosen our
corsets and let our hair down.

Walk me to the ladies room,

I'll save my foot
in there, Cyril.

Yes, Mrs. Brown.

Did I really bother JJ
with my nonsense?

Of course not,
you're good for him.

You make him laugh.
Lord knows he needs it.

After all, he's suffered
on my account-

- Boo.
- No, it's true.

That's why I frowned
when you mentioned

Mr. Guggenheim
and his wife and children.

John still hasn't got over
the insults and snubs

that came after his divorce.

And worse after we were married.

Well, because he loved me,

he thought his friends
would accept me automatically.

His friends do.

As for the others,
to hell with them.

He can't say that, Molly.

It's desperately important
to him.

- It's his life.
- Cheer up.

Everything's gonna look
a whole lot better

after the baby's born.

You've got so much happiness
in store for you, honey.

- Come on then! Jimmy! Jimmy!
- Thanks very much.

- Your health, Jimmy.
- Slainte.

Up the Irish.

God, this is fierce.

No different
to what it was back home.

I know what you mean.

Girls on one side,
boys on the other

and never the twain shall meet.

Now, the problem as I see it,

is that we're all
the time having dances

and we don't know how to dance.

I don't, for one,
and I'm jiggered

if I'll apologize for it.

Damn silly business in my view.

I can dance.

- Can you, Martin?
- I can so,

it's only I haven't seen
the girl yet.

What girl is that, Martin?

The girl I'll be out there
dancing with.

Good luck, old son.

It looks a pretty narrow field
from where I'm sitting.

Sit down, you idiot.

Hold that, will you?

Don't be doing that.
Stop it now, do you hear?

Hello?

Hello?

Turn off your light,
Mr. Moon Man.

Go and hide your face
behind a cloud.

Can't you see that couples
want to spoon, man?

Two is company
and three's a crowd

I'll take my lady to a shady
place where I can hug my lady.

And we'll say to you goodnight.

Emma, to be 17 again!

Or even 39.

I don't think there's a worse
place to be on your own

than a big romantic ship
like this,

unless it's Niagara Falls.

You just know
there's so much love going on.

You lie there in the dark

and watch the shadows moving
past that little crack of light

under your cabin door.

Footsteps coming close,
footsteps going away.

A soft knock on a door
and a soft voice answers.

A door closes.

You wonder
if you're the only one

sleeping one to a bed tonight.

- Maggie...
- I'm gonna brain you

if you don't stop
calling me Maggie.

- Sit up straight.
- Was I slouching?

I'm not concerned
with your posture, honey,

you're blocking my view.

View of what?

There's a bozo sitting
over there behind...

Don't look now,
he's glancing this way.

Like he's getting up courage
to ask me

if my program's full up
for the evening.

Not exactly love's young dream,

but he wouldn't
turn your stomach.

- Maggie.
- Molly!

Molly... you surely wouldn't
dance with a perfect stranger.

Certainly not.

Emma Bucknell, what in the world
are you thinking of?

Olé!

"Saw another ice field
with two icebergs,

latitude 45' 20",
longitude 49'."

Jack?
Jack, are you awake?

This has got to go
straight up to the bridge.

Sam out.

You'd like to go on the fritz,
wouldn't you,

you randy little beast.

It's the twinkle like
the stars above for me...

You might have got off
with a stewardess or two

on the Mauritania,

but the Titanic's
a different keg of ale,

I can tell ya.

Captain Smith's a right stickler
for discipline.

Yeah, but, Bootsy,
look at it this way.

He has to sleep sometime,
don't he?

And what happens
when the captain sleeps?

Answer me that.

And the little words
that say you love me...

I'm here by invitation.

A cup of tea, you said.

And just in time you are, too.

Miss Jessop's about to pour,
aren't you, Violet?

All right.

Shall I be mother, then?

Fresh scones from
the first class bakery.

Can I tempt you?

I'm tempted.

What do you find to read in that
rather primitive library?

I beg your pardon?

They don't seem to have anything
except what the library steward

calls "light
ship-board reading...

"Stover At Yale",
"Hopalong Cassidy".

I was wondering how you found
anything so engrossing.

Well, this isn't one of theirs.

I'm just catching up
with Fischer's work on proteins.

- Rather dull stuff, I'm afraid.
- You're a scientist?

No, nothing so colorful.
I teach.

I'm a science master
at Dulwich College.

Not college
in the American sense.

It's a boys' school.

What a coincidence.
I'm a teacher too.

At a girls' school
in the States.

That is a coincidence.

Yes.

I'm rather bored with this.
Would you care for a stroll?

That would be nice.

- I'm on my way...
- I'm on my way...

- Please go on.
- Please go on.

- You first.
- I was only going to say

I'm on my way to the States
for my first visit.

Leave of absence.

I made a tour of India
with a group of teachers

from all over the world.

Now I'm on my way home.
I'm on leave too.

Another coincidence.

This is a funny place to be,
isn't it?

- We're the middle.
- The middle?

The middle class.
Haven't you noticed?

This ship is a microcosm
of the British social system.

A maze of barriers
erected to keep them

from getting where we are,

and to keep us
from getting where they are.

Yes, but it's not social, is it?
It's purely economic.

Any rich upstart can get his
pick of accommodation up there

and any nobleman short of funds

might find himself
traveling down there.

So, in a sense,
the thing is constructed

on the American principle

of equal opportunity
based on the ability to pay.

Well, I don't see any dukes
or earls milling about. Do you?

Well, none wearing a coronet.

Look at that chap there.

I saw him yesterday
and the day before as well.

Always keeps to himself.

Always immaculately dressed.

Never goes out without gloves.

I've evolved a theory about him.

Go on.

Well, he's been a failure
in one way or other at home

and his family
has packed him off

with the proverbial shilling
and a one-way ticket to America.

And he finds himself
thrown among people

who would normally
be cooking his meals

or cleaning his boots.

What about the pretty girls?

They only make him uneasy.

He can appreciate
their beauty well enough,

but in his world, don't you see,

they'd be house maids
or serving girls.

He wouldn't know how
to treat them as equals.

He has all the arrogance
of his class.

Yes, but one can't help
feeling sorry for him.

He must be desperately lonely.

- How romantic you are.
- No, am I?

I think so.

Making up stories about people.

All you'd have to do
is ask a deck steward.

They know everybody's business.

I couldn't do that.

Anyway, it helps pass the time.
One has to do something.

I believe I'm parboiled.

Ten minutes more, dear.
Be brave.

Mrs. Brown,
your time is up, lovey.

Maude, you got
an aspirin out there?

We'll see. Now, come along.

Agh! I'm gonna take
another half-hour, hon.

- Whatever for?
- For my sins!

Hey, I'm looking
for the swimming pool.

- Yeah, me too.
- Good.

Jack Thayer.

Come along, come along.

Hey, get a load of this.

My word.

Scheherazade.

I'll give you Scheherazade.

Aren't you ashamed?

Just what is it you're after?

Could you tell us the way
to the swimming pool...

The swimming bath is just there.

And take a nice, cool shower
right away!

You know, every time we've
been in here, day or night,

those four have been sitting
in exactly the same place.

I believe this ship could tip
over, blow up, or run aground

and not one of them would raise
his eyes from his hand.

Play cards.

Cognac, please.

Can I buy you a drink,
Guggenheim?

- Why not?
- Two.

Here. Try one of these.

Something special from Havana.

What a relief.

I seldom know these days exactly
who is still speaking to me

and who isn't.

Why wouldn't I be sympathetic?

Our stories aren't
so very different.

Just a couple
of middle-aged refugees.

- Refugees?
- Fleeing from bad marriages,

falling for younger women.

Condemned to wonder
for the rest of our lives.

To wonder what?

Do they really want us for
ourselves, these golden girls,

or is it just the name,
the position, the money?

I hate... getting old.

I hate having a paunch.

What about mine?

I love that.

I love you.

Do you love me?

Is it... is it possible
you love me?

We will be closing
in five minutes' time,

ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

If I had a chaperone
and a luxury suite

with a sitting room,
I'd invite you in for a chat.

As it is, I'm sharing a cabin
about this big

with a total stranger.

So am I.

- We'll see each other tomorrow.
- I expect we will, yes.

Well, it's inevitable.
See you at breakfast?

I say, I don't know your name.

- It's Leigh.
- Miss Leigh or...

Miss Goodwin. Leigh Goodwin.

I'm Lawrence Beesley.

- I know.
- How?

I asked a steward.

I told you
they know everybody's business.

- Longer.
- Yes, a bit higher.

Thank you very much.
Would you care for a go?

I'm not allowed.

- Who was that?
- The lift boy.

- The lift boy?
- I mean he runs the elevator.

I think he'd much rather be
out here playing games,

but he can't.

Thank you!

- It isn't fair.
- What?

For anyone to be that beautiful.

If you were to stand down there,

there's a barrier
between second and steerage.

You could talk to her
when she came round.

No. You couldn't do that.
I'm sorry.

All the arrogance of class
isn't at the very top, you see.

It's none of my business
in any case.

I was talking out of turn.

I honestly am sorry.

- How's the patient?
- Expiring.

And what time's the rosary?

- Blackguards.
- We missed you at lunch.

We brought you some fruit
from the table.

Don't, David. Don't ever say
food to me again

as long as I live.

- Kate, fetch the chamber.
- Now that's foolish, listen,

you have nothing whatever
on your stomach.

It's a great pity, surely, to be
lying there the whole voyage

and you the grandest dancer
from Ballymahon to Drumlish.

- Me dancing days are over.
- More's the pity.

For haven't we the fine figure
of a lad in with us

to be looking everywhere so
for the right partner.

My merry, kind, and true.

But I'll not forget my darling.

In the land I'm going to.

They say there's bread
and work for all.

And the sun shines always there.

But I'll not forget old Ireland.

Is it true what
the song says, Oli,

that there's bread and work
for all on the other side?

For all who is willing
to work, to work hard.

Ja, I say so.

What you find naturally depends
what you're looking for.

A bit of money
more than anything.

Amen to that.

- What about you, Martin?
- What?

Give over, will you?

In my view, there's not a
sorrier sight in the world

than a man that's gone spoons
over a girl

he's never even spoken to.

- Leave it alone, Farrell.
- No, no, hear me out, boyo.

I'm your friend, aren't I?

Even if I've only known you
a few days.

And what I say,
it's clear to everyone but you,

that the lady
is never going to honor us

with her sublime presence again,

having stuck her pretty nose
in the one time only,

and you'd be far better off
if you...

You were saying, James?

Go in peace, my son.

And in your hour of rapture
let it not be forgotten

tomorrow's the first Sunday
after Easter.

This is he that came by the
water and blood, Jesus Christ.

Not by water only,
but by water and blood.

Let us sing "Eternal Father,
Strong To Save."

Eternal Father, strong to save.

Whose arm doth bind
the restless wave.

Who bidd'st
the mighty ocean deep.

Its own appointed limits keep

hear us when we cry to thee.

For those in peril on the sea.

- What's all this in aid of?
- Slumming, do you suppose?

- Steward?
- Yes, madam, the captain

always inspects the ship
top to bottom every Sunday.

It's a White Star tradition.

Isn't it the custom to have

some sort of
lifeboat drill on Sunday?

- Yes, that's right.
- Will there be one today?

I haven't heard of it.

Well, isn't it rather important?

I mean that everyone
should know just which boat

is assigned to where it is
and so on?

Normally I'd say yes,
very important,

but when you're talking about
the Titanic,

well, she's one great huge
lifeboat herself, ain't she?

Put me in my place.

Why would you think of lifeboats
on a beautiful day like this?

I suppose one
can't help speculating

on the hazards
this one puts out to sea.

From my hotel in Southampton
the day we sailed,

I was amazed at the
conversations I overheard

about famous marine disasters.

Everybody speculating how safe
the Titanic really is.

You'll make me nervous
in a minute.

I'm sorry.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Another perfect day.

You could scarcely ask
for a smoother sea.

We've had a good few of those
from various sources.

I suppose...

- Well, how far away is this?
- Not far.

Chances are we'll be well
into it by midnight.

Do you have any plans
to alter the speed or course?

I never have in the past.

The position, as you know,
is the same

with every large ship
sailing this route.

So long as the weather's clear
and visibility good,

full speed ahead.

Put the danger behind you

as rapidly as possible.

I've lived by that
and never encountered

the slightest difficulty.

Had you anything in mind
different for the Titanic?

Certainly not.

The company have always had
utmost confidence

in your judgment.

And of course, we should
be sorry not to arrive

in New York on schedule.

Please carry on
as if I weren't even on board.

It's about time.
Thank you, Alfie.

Have you filled out
a declaration form

for the American customs
yet, sir?

No, not yet.

New York still seems
such a long way off.

Well, might as well be
early as late.

The way they're
pouring on the steam,

the chances are that
we will dock on Tuesday,

late Tuesday
rather than Wednesday morning.

In that event, tonight seems
likely to be our last night

but one.

Good heavens.

Dinner!

No reaction.

They must have
their meals sent in.

- Are we dressing again?
- Of course we're dressing.

Every night
except the first and the last.

- But why?
- How do I know why?

It's the unwritten law
of the sea, that's why.

Moses gave it to Noah
and he took it from there.

Wouldn't the Schuberts
love this staircase?

Only if they could get it
for half price.

Lina Abarbanell
in Madame Sherry.

Every little movement
has a meaning of its own.

Every thought and feeling
by some posture can be shown.

And every...

Rene!

Kettle is almost boiling.

I could do with a cup.

The bell in my station hasn't
stopped ringing since dawn.

Never mind it's Sunday.

Is that the frock
Mrs. Astor promised you?

This, my girl, is the Paris gown.

Mrs. Brown is wearing
to the gala dinner tonight.

She's decided it's a bit plain
for her taste,

and she wants me
to tart it up with this.

There's a needle
and thread over here.

Hang on a minute.

Poor creature,
is she in pain, Doctor?

She was.
I gave her something.

Whether or not she took it
is anybody's guess.

She's an independent
little thing, though.

Apparently.

If everyone wants to cheer,
why don't they?

Because we're all
so frightfully proper.

Says who? Dag blame it,
give her a hand!

That's the biggest thing
that's happened.

Take a bow, kid,
you're a celebrity.

What do you have to break
to get a standing ovation?

Very nice indeed.

My gosh.

Mesaba to Titanic.
Ice report in latitude...

Heavy packed ice,
large icebergs also.

Field ice. Weather good. Clear.

I'll be damned if I'm gonna
break my neck

running up to the bridge again.

It's only more of the same.

Sorry, Jack, just polishing
the old ivories.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

- It's a raw night.
- Perishing cold.

Temperature's dropped four
degrees in the past half-hour.

- There's not much wind.
- No, flat calm.

Aye, seems clear enough.

Perfectly clear.

- Captain in his cabin, is he?
- Yes.

We're doing just over 22 knots
at present-

Not bad for a 21-knot ship.

He said if it becomes
the least bit hazy

we'll be obliged to slow down.

I understand.

His order is that he's to be
woken up at once

if there's any
noticeable change.

- Right you are.
- I'll leave you to it, then.

- Good night.
- Good night.

All right, you lot,
out you come-

What's the word?

Keep a sharp lookout
for small ice.

- Have you seen any?
- Nah.

But it's out there.
I can smell it.

Have fun, chaps.

You want to hear
something funny?

Everyone on the dancefloor
is on his honeymoon.

And like us,
they can't believe it's over.

We still have tomorrow.

I don't want it ever to end.

I want to go on
sailing and dancing

and loving forever and ever.

I am too old to be cavorting
around the dancefloor

with a girl half my age.

Especially when the girl
is a bit pregnant.

Especially that.

I really shouldn't ask you.

No, you shouldn't,

but I'd never forgive you
if you didn't.

Anything wrong?

Why don't you find
something else?

There's always
"Hopalong Cassidy".

I can't concentrate.

I keep thinking
how near the end we are.

Oughtn't we be doing
something special tonight?

- Like what?
- I don't know.

There's some sort of concert
in the lounge, I believe.

Yes, I saw the announcement.

"The Flight Of The Bumblebee"

and Other Favorites
on Piano and Violin.

- Would you care to go?
- Would you?

- Not really.
- Neither would I.

It's probably over
by now anyway.

Very likely.

What else is there?

A turn on the deck?

Why not?

There I am 30 or 40 years on.

A friend of mine once said

that I'd take my nose
out of a book one day

and find that life
had passed me by.

Is this too cold for you?

- No, I like it.
- You sure?

Let's keep moving though,
it is bracing.

To say the least.

Go on about your friend.

- Diana.
- Was that her name?

Yes.

She was very critical
of my nature.

She said I was the carefullest
man she ever met.

According to her,
by the time I ever get around

to doing a thing, having weighed
every possible consequence,

it's usually too late.

I ought to have invited you
to that concert after dinner.

Why, when neither of us
cared anything about it?

It would have made a change.

Something at least
a little bit festive.

If we were first class
we might have gone dancing.

Yes. On the boat coming over,

some of the more daring
young folk in second

sneaked up and had quite
a gay time of it apparently.

You didn't go?

No, I was afraid
of the embarrassment

if I were caught.

I should be too.

- We're both cautious.
- Yes.

A turn on the deck won't be much
to look back on, will it?

Not very memorable.

Why not?
It's a beautiful night.

I don't think I've ever seen
so many stars all at one time.

Amazing, isn't it?

So bright up there,
so dark below.

The sea doesn't reflect
the stars, have you noticed?

Like a big black void,
bottomless.

I think this is much nicer
than dancing

or listening to
"The Flight Of The Bumblebee."

You're wrong to say that tonight
won't be anything

to look back on.

I'm sure I'll remember it
for a very long time.

Will you?

Yes.

It was awfully lucky for me
that we met.

- That I was so forward you mean?
- Yes, well, there you are,

you see, if you hadn't been,
I'd never have spoken

for fear you might think me
a masher or something.

I could never do that.

It's obvious to everyone
what sort of a man you are.

You know, when you left
the boat deck this afternoon,

the woman that was sitting
next to me leaned over and said,

"Your husband
is a perfect gentleman."

- "Your husband"?
- Isn't it silly?

It appears our spending
so much time together

has aroused quite a lot
of interest.

My cabin steward, for one.

Did he say something?

Yes.

He's a very friendly
sort of chap.

I expect he meant well.

"It must be hard with
so many people milling around

to find a place to be alone."

And?

That was all.

Doesn't sound as if it were.

It had the ring
of an unfinished thought.

And then he said
something stupid

- I couldn't possibly repeat.
- Well, you'll have to now

or I'll think it's something
awful if you don't.

- It is awful.
- Go on.

He said... we were talking just
outside my door, he said...

"There's an empty cabin
at the far end of the corridor."

I see.

Did he give you a key?

There is no key, it's unlocked.

Do you want me
to go there with you?

I expect I do, yes.

You expect
but you're not certain.

You haven't weighed
every possible consequence.

I scarcely dared think about it.

Then how can you be sure
it's what you really want?

Not just what you think
I might expect from you,

the friendly thing to do.

Because we are friends,
I believe,

or at least good companions.

Of course.

But we're not in love, are we?

Well?

Are we?

No, I don't expect we are.

Of course not.

Either way, I'm told
the same rule applies.

Shipboard friendships,
like shipboard romances

end with the voyage.

It's considered bad form
to pursue it any further.

You sound as if
you're already saying goodbye.

No.

Just practicing.

I will say good night, though,
if you don't mind.

I really am feeling
the cold finally.

I'm sorry.
I'll see you to your door.

No, don't. Stay. Have your walk.

I'm all right.

Please. Please.

Forget what I said.
It was clumsy and foolish.

- I don't know what possessed me.
- I think I do.

I think it was just a desire,
a desire to be kind.

I'm not offended, honestly.

A little shocked, perhaps,
but not offended.

I suppose I actually
ought to be grateful,

and I am in a way,
it's just that...

Forgive me, but I'm waiting
for a better offer.

So you should.

Thank you all the same,
you're a very special man.

I'll never forget you.

- Good night.
- You're sure I can't...

Good night.

Look at the flowers,
all bloody withered.

Isn't it grand, boys,
to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle,
let's have a bloody-good cry.

And always remember
the longer you live.

The sooner
you'll bloody-well die.

Look at the preacher,
a bloody-nice fellow.

Isn't it grand, boys,
to be bloody-well dead?

Let's not have a sniffle,
let's have a bloody-good cry.

And always remember
the longer you live.

The sooner
you'll bloody-well die.

Come on, boys,
no more cold mutton.

There's fresh meat
for tomorrow's feast.

Tally ho!

Come on, Paddy, start
collecting the groceries.

I don't fancy that.

All right, now...

Christ.

What did you see?

- Iceberg right ahead.
- Thank you.

Iceberg right ahead.

Hard to starboard.

We've had it.

Hello.

How did you ever get
down there, Seamus?

You tell me, ya jibber.

Did you feel something?

- I did, a slight bump.
- A bump in mid-ocean?

Steward.

- Why have we stopped?
- I don't know, sir.

But I don't suppose
it's anything much.

Mr. Barrett,
where's the man got to?

Barrett, get some men down
there to help draw the fires.

- Aye aye, sir.
- Go!

Just how serious is it?

We're listing five points
to starboard.

My God.

What are you doing about it?

At the moment, I'm waiting
for a report from Mr. Andrews

and the Chief Engineer

as to the exact
extent of the damage.

Fire down below,
fire down below!

You want to get blown
to kingdom come?

I don't want to see
your faces you back here

until these boilers are out!

Is it hopeless, then?

It appears that the unthinkable
has happened.

As you know, the ship
is designed to stay afloat

with any three of its first
five compartments flooded.

She would even float
if all five were gone,

torn away completely,
but under no circumstances

can she be expected
remain afloat

with those five
compartments flooded.

The sheer weight of
the flooding must inevitably

bring her down at the head.

Every sort of potential damage
was considered in the planning.

But who could have anticipated
a collision that would leave

a gash close to 300 feet long
in her side?

The pumps will help, of course.

Temporarily.

How much time do you give us?

At a rough guess,
one hour, possibly two.

Gentlemen.

I must say something to you now,

which you can well appreciate
is the nightmare of every master

and which, in 32 years
of service to this company,

I never expected to have to say.

We must prepare to abandon ship.

Mr. Wilde and Mr. Lightoller,
cover the boats.

Mr. Murdoch,
muster the passengers.

- What is that?
- Steam coming off the boilers.

- Can't you stop it?
- We've got to let off steam,

sir, the engine will
explode otherwise.

Mr. Boxhall,
tell the wireless operator

to send out the distress signal,
he must be given our position.

Cap.

There must not be any panic.

Well, get on with it.

Lad, here, help me over here.

Get started on number three.

Sir, a ship has been sighted
half a point on the port bow.

At least a light,
there might be a ship.

Request permission
to break out the rockets.

By all means use your
Morse lamp as well.

The Carpathia
is on her way to us

but she's more
than 50 miles away.

Tell her, if you make contact,
to come quickly.

Aye aye, sir.

Stop it now, Jimmy!

Say what you want.

I'll make a snowman of ya,
see if I don't.

- Take that.
- Come here.

Stop it, stop it, stop it,
no, stop it, stop it!

- Stop it!
- Jimmy.

Listen, listen, if you have
anything in the cabin

you value,
you better come quickly.

There's water on the floor
and so help me, it's rising.

All passengers on deck
with their lifebelts on.

- What happened?
- No cause for alarm, Madam.

There's been some mishap
and we've been asked

to take certain precautions.

It's all right, go back to bed.

Do go back to bed,
won't you.

That's right, there's nothing
whatever to worry about.

Nothing, nothing at all,
just go back to bed.

Dear, what are you telling them,
the order is for everyone

- to get into their lifebelts.
- First I've heard of it.

- Yeah, well, now you know.
- Then what,

- take them up on the boat deck?
- No, of course not

you know it's all first
and second class up there.

They won't stay in the cabins
once they put the belts on.

Then there's something,
some concern-

I know, but we'll
just have to herd them

into the general room,
I suppose, and in the foyers.

Listen, we don't want
any unpleasantness.

- Just keep them calm.
- Understand.

Look at that, will you?

Mother's picture.

What's that steward on about,

there's no lifebelts under here.

None up here either.

We've been fiddled.

You see, darling.

That is what makes it float.

Do you think you ought
to be doing that, Johnny?

- Why not?
- Perhaps you'll need it.

I'm sure they have
more than enough.

There were half a dozen
in our suite.

It's nonsense for us
to be in these things anyway.

This ship is unsinkable.

It's just not
a publicity slogan.

It's a scientific fact.

All I say is, tell us what's
expected of us and we'll do it.

It's this not knowing
that makes everybody so edgy.

Look who's here.

Good business, Wally.

Miss Goodwin.

Mr. Hesketh.

Are all the fires out
in number six?

- Aye.
- What about number five?

Flooded, completely
covered with water.

Well let's get going, then.

No lifebelt, Miss Sloan?

It seemed a bit
mean to wear one-

Apparently they're
in short supply.

Now, don't be a fool,
there are plenty.

Find one and put it
on straight away.

Yes, sir.

And what about you?

The boats are ready, don't you
think it's time we got

- the women and children away?
- Without any delay,

the assignment list is no good
to us now,

it's too late to organize
it in properly.

Just do the best you can
as quickly as possible.

Sir.

Ladies, ladies, please,
we're trying to fill this boat.

We can't do that without your...

...cooperation.

- What means that?
- It means the fires are all out.

It means the boilers are cold.

It means the Titanic isn't going
anywhere under its own steam,

you'll be just as well
off in this boat.

No, it's not safe, no!,

I want to go back to my cabin.

- My jewels!
- Don't be a damn fool, honey.

They won't be any use to you
if this thing sinks.

Now go ahead,
do as the man says.

Come on, love,
we won't drop you.

- You too.
- Hold on a minute, no.

I just thought
I'd stick around for a while

and watch the fun.

My friend!

Down here, Emma, jump in.

It's all right.

I'll get the next one, Maggie.

Molly, it's Molly,
can't you ever get it right?

If, by any chance, I am not
on the list of survivors,

tell my wife
that the last time you saw me

I was wearing
my English dinner jacket,

I was prepared to die
like a gentleman.

It'll make a nice story for her
to tell her friends.

Now, lower away.

Women and children only,
women and children only.

I can't force the women in,
can I?

I can't hit them in the head
if they don't want to go.

Ladies, this way,
please, this way.

What's going on?

I'll put a stop to that.

Right, lower away.

Lower away, lower away!

Lower away, lower away.

Well, don't take all night,
come on, boys, lower away!

Put some life into it, faster.

Listen, mister, you get the
hell out and it will go fine.

- I only wanted to help.
- You want it faster, do you?

You'll have me drown
the lot of them.

Who the bloody hell are you,
anyway to be giving orders?

Now, look here, I'm...

Do you know who I am?

I... I'm... I'm a passenger,
I'm a passenger.

Well, then get back
with the passengers

and leave the crew
to do their job.

I'm sorry.

- No, let's take the elevator.
- It's only one flight.

- Something's funny.
- What do you mean?

- The steps, don't you feel it?
- Yeah they make you

- lean forward.
- They're tilted, they're tilted

toward the front of the ship,
now what would cause that?

Search me.

I didn't know it was a party.

Don't look so worried.

They'll keep you out there
until they got everything

shipshape again, then they'll
bring you back on board.

Look here, look here,
my wife is expecting.

- May I get in just long...
- I wouldn't advise it, sir.

The Chief Officer is getting
rather touchy at this point.

He's even given us
all pistols just in case.

Well, I wouldn't want
to get shot, thank you.

Please be extra careful
with this lady.

Johnny.

Soon, darling.

Soon.

Lower away.

We'll be together soon, darling.

Now, listen, everybody!

Listen now,
pay attention, please.

Now listen.

Look, I've been authorized

to lead you all out
in small groups

to where the lifeboats are.

Now, the rule is women
and children first, of course.

That'll take from Jericho
till June, I'm thinking.

Come on, we'll have
our own small group.

Come on.

Don't push forward,
ladies, come this way.

Nobody come down.

Men, stay back.

Women and children only.

I say, Mary Agatha,
may I have this dance?

No two ways about it,
this is the best shipwreck

I've ever been
to in my whole life.

Funny, is it,
you'll be waltzing with sharks

if we can't get up
to where the music is.

Now, come on.

What's your answer to that, Oli,

you with them powerful
great mitts of yours?

Well said.

Katie.

- Kate.
- Will you look at that, now!

Did you ever.

Real silver.

Real linen.

If what they say about
the States is true,

It's the way we'll all living
before long.

Picking up gold and silver
from Tom Tiddler's Ground.

Come on, will you?

What's this, what's this,
how did you lot get here?

I see, that's your game, is it?

Let me tell you, it'll go on
with the lot of you

if anything is missing
from this room tomorrow.

Furthermore,
every first-class state room

has been carefully locked
in case you get any ideas.

We'll have no looting aboard
this ship while I'm master arms.

Looting, is it?

We don't know anything
about any looting.

T'was only looking we were.

Looking for a way
to the lifeboats.

Do you go through here?

Where I go doesn't come into it.

You go back the way you came
and be quick about it.

You're not meant to be in here
and well you know it.

For God's sake, mister,
let the women through at least.

Well, it's against the rules.

All right, women only, though.

- Danny, please.
- It's all right.

I love you.

- You go ahead, Ellen.
- But Mr. Straus said...

Don't worry,
I'll explain to him.

He won't like it.

He's put up with me
for 40 years.

What can he do to me now?

Don't be angry.

And please don't argue,
my mind's made up.

I'm going to stay with you
for a little.

How long is a little?

We'll see.

We'll see.

Right, lower away.

- Murdoch.
- Sir.

How many boats left over here,
Mr. Murdoch?

- Two, sir.
- Two?

Make sure that they're filled
to absolute capacity.

Yes, sir.

Let the children through.

Kindly let them through.

Hurry along, that's right.

We don't want to send another
boat away half-empty.

Any more women?

Any more women, please.

Come on, ladies, this is the
last boat but one on this side.

You can't afford
to pick and choose.

See you soon, kid.

You better!

- I don't suppose...
- Just hand them over, sir.

Their mother
is not here, you see.

- They have only me.
- They'll be well looked after.

Right, that's it, lower away.

- Papa!
- Papa!

Papa, Papa!

Papa!
Papa!

Hey, hey, any women behind you?

- No.
- Come on, there's a space here.

Jump.

- Jump.
- Come on.

Jump!

Now!

- Come on, give me your hand.
- Thank you.

Steady.

Lift!

Okay, we've got you.

Lift.

- You all right?
- Yes, thanks, thanks very much.

- What you got there?
- A dressing gown.

A dressing gown, what do you
want to bring that for?

I don't know.

- I don't know.
- You've got a screw loose

somewhere, haven't ya, mate?

Let go of that!

- It's jammed!
- God Almighty,

- that comes down on top of us.
- Cut this right underneath.

Cut that bloody rope, man,
we're trapped.

Stop lowering 15.

Stop lowering 15!

Bloody rope, we're trapped.

Stop lowering!

All right, love, come along.

Steady it, steady,
someone pull that boat in.

Step over there.

Watch your skirt.

Well done.

You'll be fine, dear.

All right, next.

Next.

Give me your hand.

That's it.

Come along, dear, come along.

Steady, steady as you go.

For heaven's sake.

Shh!

Daniel.

Here, cover yourself with this.

Now, keep back.

Come on,
come on with the others.

Good.

Come on, boys, follow me.

This is the way
to the lifeboats.

Come on.

Which way do we go?

- Mr. Murdoch.
- Keep it moving.

- Mr. Murdoch!
- Get 'em back!

There's none of that,
now stay back, stay well back.

Any man who tries
to push his way in

he don't get arrested,
he gets this for his bother.

Any more women there?

Are there no more women about?

Come on if you're there.

This may be your last chance.

Lower away.

Are there any ladies
or children?

Mr. Andrews.

All the boats are away
now except for

one or two
of the collapsible kind.

Better hurry then, you don't
want to be left behind.

No use, sir.

Get going, Miss Sloan.

Yes, sir.

There's nothing for it,
I'm afraid.

Better hurry.

You must save yourself,
you know.

There'll be questions
no one else

will ever be able to answer.

Possibly, possibly,
it's something to consider.

Don't be too long.

No, no, not too long.

Off you go.

Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death, Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death, Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee...

They ain't just forgotten
about us, have they, Bootsy?

You're not off there mate,
us and a right few others.

God knows how many
trapped below deck.

- What we going to do then?
- You a Catholic?

- No.
- Me neither, what's it matter

now, come on -

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

- I'm for jumping.
- I'm for sliding down.

You might land on a deck chair
or something and hurt yourself.

Yeah, you might get pulled
under by the suction.

Well, we'll see who's right.

See you in New York, maybe.

Nice meeting you.

It's locked, it's locked.

There's no way out here,
go back.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on Earth

as it is in Heaven,
give us this day...

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on Earth

as it is in Heaven, give us
this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not to temptation...

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death, Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

Get moving, come on!

Move it, come on, move!

Now over the side!

We may be able to load it
in the water!

...but deliver us
from evil, amen.

Martin!

Don't look.

Over here!

Get over here!

Move, move!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Mind that oar there.

Sorry.

Come on.

Help!

Come on!

Grab the rope.

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help me!

She's gone.

God Almighty.

We got to go back.

- We got to go back and help!
- Like hell we will.

They'd only tip us over.

They'd pull us down.

Give me the tiller.

You take over an oar
for a change.

Look, I'm in charge here.

Now sit down and row,
sit down, damn you!

- You're talking to a lady.
- I know who I'm talking to.

Coward.

Coward.

There's nothing more
we can do for them!

We took all we could
out of the water.

We'll get swamped if we go back.

What's the use
in any more dying?

That's no help to anyone.

Come on, Emma, come on.

Come on, Emma.

What I notice more than
anything else is the silence.

I suppose I expected sobbing

or screaming or I don't know.

Everyone's so quiet.

Perhaps it hasn't hit them yet.

I know it hasn't hit me.

Perhaps they're still
hearing that sound.

I know I'll never stop
hearing it.

And I keep looking
for certain faces.

- The sad librarian.
- I know.

I did so hope little Alfie
might have come through.

The lift boy.

It was his first voyage,
he loved the sea.

Rumor has it that
Mr. Ismay is in shock

and they've got him
under sedation.

He supposed to have said
to somebody,

"I have no right to be alive.

Women and children
are dead."

You can't feel guilty
to be alive.

You didn't plow
that ship full speed

through an icefield you knew
was there in the dead of night.

Or let it sail with
thousands of people on board

and only enough lifeboats
for a few hundred.

Who lays down the law
about a thing like that anyway?

British Board of Trade.

Well, then let the British
Board of Trade feel guilty.

Of course they'll have
some routine lull inquiry

and give themselves a nice,
soothing coat of whitewash.

Nothing will have changed.

Everything will go on
just exactly as it was.

Not everything.

What about us?

Shall we ever be the same again?

I wonder.

Shall we ever be able
to look at the world

in quite the same way?

I'll never see it
as safe and snug,

if that's what you mean.

None of us will.

They never did, of course.

For them it's always been
perilous and unjust.

In a way, one might
almost envy them

the fact they have no illusions
to be disabused of.

But they...

I should think they, especially,

have had a shocking glimpse
of the underside of things.

The Titanic was a way of life
designed especially for them.

Safe, snug, and teeming
with creature comforts.

And it's crumbled under them.

Good afternoon, ladies,
I'm Mrs. Ogden from New York.

I'm just one of the passengers
on the Carpathia

trying to do my bit,
I've got hot coffee here

and sandwiches?

Now, come on.

You've got to have
some nourishment after all.

Come on, dear,
you set them an example.

Please don't do that.

Just give it to somebody else,
won't you please.

Every one of these ladies
has just lost her husband.

I know that, son.

I know how I'd feel
in their place.

And believe me, my heart
goes out to you, all of you.

But you've got to go on living.

You just have to say
to yourself it was God's will.

Whatever you do,
you must never lose faith

in the infinite wisdom
and mercy of the Lord.

- Coffee?
- No coffee.

No God either.

God went down with the Titanic.