Titanic (2012): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Hugh,the earl of Manton,and his snobbish wife Louisa set sail on the 'Titanic' for New York,where Hugh has business. Their daughter Georgiana, a fervent suffragette just released from jail,accompanies them. On the train to Southampton the trio meet Hugh's lawyer Irishman John Batley and his vocal wife Muriel,who despises her husband's subservience to the aristocracy,as well as the aristocracy itself, and a tea party on board the 'Titanic'ends in an argument between the two wives. Barnes,the earl's valet,and Mabel Watson,Louisa's maid,are served dinner with the servants of other first class passengers by stewardess Annie Desmond and Barnes upsets Mabel by tearing a book of Aesop's fables given her by her father when she was a child. Georgiana befriends Harry Widener,scion of a wealthy Philadelphia family, and the two witness the over-protective attitude to her baby charge by Alice Cleaver,nanny to the Allison family.Louisa's aloofness extends to condemning film actress Dorothy Gibson and Madame Aubart,mistress of married millionaire Benjamin Guggenheim as well as insulting Grace and Joseph Rushton,a couple who have made their wealth through trade. When the ship hits an ice berg and Louisa declares herself 'lucky' to have rescued her jewels Muriel launches a verbal attack on her and her patronising ways. Hugh,however,is more concerned that Second Officer Lightoller is lowering lifeboats which are not full because he is filling them with women and children only whilst Alice leaves the Allisons and their little girl to get in a boat with the baby. Harry succeeds in putting Georgiana in a lifeboat but Louisa refuses to leave her husband and save herself.
Come on!
(Man shouting)
(Indistinct conversations)
What's the matter, darling?
Isn't this
what you were expecting?
Leave us alone.
Ooh!
Papa!
Don't worry.
We'll have you away from here
in a moment.
(Woman whistles)
You've got your orders.
Let her go.
You know, I can't help wondering
why Lady Georgiana Grex
is to be set free
but none of the others are.
It's not your place to wonder.
And it's not her place to pick
a fight with the police
at Guildhall.
It was a demonstration
for our right to vote!
Or to land up in a cell with
a bunch of thieves and tarts.
One more word and I'll report
you to the Home Secretary.
Who's your good friend,
I suppose.
All right. Let her go.
ANDREWS: But there are davits
for 32 lifeboats.
Why on earth
haven't we use them?
ISMAY:
Because there's no need.
The law stipulates 16 boats,
and that is what we have.
As well as four collapsibles.
Mr. Carlisle wanted to carry
boats for everyone on board.
I don't care
what Carlisle wanted.
He isn't working on it any more.
What difference does that make?
I will not have
the promenade deck ruined
or the ladies terrified
out of their wits.
Ismay.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Am I interrupting?
Not a bit, not a bit.
Do you know our designer,
Thomas Andrews?
You must be very proud,
Mr. Andrews.
Lord Manton is joining us
on our maiden voyage.
Yes, we can hardly wait.
I'll leave you to it,
until we meet on board.
Lord Manton.
Ismay.
ISMAY:
I got your message.
Of course we would be glad
to arrange a cabin
for Lady Georgiana.
Lady Manton will be so grateful.
But I'm afraid
it won't be near yours.
It's a pity I had no time
or I might have been able
to move things around.
Yes, well, we only knew
ourselves a day ago.
But Georgiana's health
will suffer
if she can't leave England soon.
There'll be cancellations,
surely?
I hear J.P. Morgan might not be
fit enough to travel.
I don't think Lady Manton would
care for us to be too separate.
Leave it with me.
I'll see what I can do.
I hope I'm not being a nuisance.
BARNES:
We have one..two...
Here comes the trunk.
Strip on. Labeled.
Very good.
Are you excited?
You're not planning
a hunger strike, are you?
You can take me round the world
three times, you know.
It won't make any difference.
Then you've got nothing
to worry about, have you?
Good heavens.
What is it?
It's John Batley.
And who is he?
A lawyer.
At Harcourt and Fennell.
I wonder if he's looking for me.
Batley?
Lord Manton.
I don't think you know my wife.
Mrs. Batley.
May I present the Batleys,
my dear?
And this is my daughter,
Lady Georgiana Grex.
Are you here on business?
I'm taking some papers
to New York for Mr. Harcourt.
Are you coming to see him off,
or are you traveling, too?
I'm going with him.
HUGH: It's a pity
they won't let us go ashore
at Queenstown tomorrow.
I thought we might all enjoy
a taste of Ireland.
JOHN:
We're not there much these days.
We're based in London now.
Well, Croydon, really.
Yes, only the lucky Irish live
in Ireland.
HUGH:
You know Lady Manton is Irish?
JOHN:
Really?
Yes, she grew up near
Blessington, County Wicklow.
Didn't you?
Will we see you at the service
on Sunday?
Of course.
Well, we shouldn't linger.
We don't have
first-class tickets,
and the guard will think
we're stowaways.
HUGH:
I tell you what...
Why not come for tea with us
on Sunday afternoon?
I don't think that's allowed,
my dear.
HUGH: Nonsense.
I'll see that it is.
(Horn honks)
(Indistinct conversations)
Off, boys.
There you are.
Where have you been?
Just checking the cabins.
Come on, quickly.
Don't dawdle.
- Yes, but why?
- Don't dawdle!
Theresa, come on!
Oh, sorry.
Crew?
Right to the end and turn left.
And next time,
don't use these stairs.
MARY:
Come on.
What numbers do the tickets say?
I know where I'm going.
Paolo, forza.
Sorry, excuse me.
Permisso.
Sorry.
Sandrini!
You're late!
Sorry, Chief.
I was trying to get
my brother taken on.
MAN:
Chief!
There's a fire
in one of the coalbunkers.
No surprise there.
Dampen it down,
keep your eye on it.
We'll see what happens
when we get the coal down a bit.
All right, Sandrini.
Get on with it!
Oh, what happened
with your brother?
He's a waiter in first class.
He'll earn his money, then.
(Shouting)
(Horn blows)
I wish you wouldn't call me
Irish.
You are Irish.
I'm not.
Not in that way.
You could have been friendlier.
Why?
And why do we have go through
with this ghastly tea?
To be polite.
Batley works for me.
If he does,
I suppose he gets paid for it.
What's your cabin like?
All right.
Same as this.
LOUISA:
Oh, how nice.
Captain Smith will be joining
our table for dinner.
GEORGIANA:
What's the time?
I'd better go and change.
No, no.
Don't get changed.
No one changes
on the first night out.
Why not?
It's not the done thing.
Just tidy yourself up.
I still don't see why not.
HUGH:
What does it matter?
GEORGIANA: Because I don't
believe in the "done thing."
If I do a thing,
I like to know why I'm doing it.
You wouldn't last long
in the army.
Is this right
for first-class servants?
Why? Are there many servants
in second class?
Who do you work for?
I am valet
to the Earl of Manton,
and this is Miss Watson.
The countess's lady's maid.
Hello, Miss Watson.
Roberta Maioni.
With the Countess of Rothes.
WATSON: Oh, we met
at the Duchess of Bedford's.
MAIONI:
Yes, we did.
And who are you with?
Madame Aubart.
Oh.
Is she traveling alone?
SAGESSER:
Not at all.
She is with Mr. Guggenheim,
the millionaire.
Oh, I see.
I wonder if you do.
He may not,
but I do, right enough.
Excuse me.
Don't let's start
the voyage badly.
Can't we just rub along
with them?
It's only a week.
Mr. Barnes, as we both know,
I do not share
your moral elasticity.
I have standards. You have none.
That is where we differ.
Would you like to take your
places for dinner, everyone?
Excuse me.
We're all employed by English
and Scottish families.
Might we share a table?
If that's what you'd like.
It's not catching,
being an American,
and some of us quite like it.
So do you always look after
the maids and valets?
Usually.
I've got a few of the
second-class cabins, as well.
But we're
first-class passengers.
You're first-class servants.
In every way, I'm sure.
SMITH: Oh, Lord Manton,
do you know Mr. and Mrs. Astor?
Good evening, madam.
SMITH: Oh, and a touch
of glamour at your table.
You'll have heard
of Miss Dorothy Gibson.
Oh, I doubt it.
Why should folks like you care
about my crazy job?
And this is my mother.
Hello.
Miss Gibson's a film star.
And Mr. and Mrs. Widener.
And their son, Harry.
Hello.
Oh, John.
How lovely to see you.
SMITH:
Perhaps we should all go in.
Oh, just a moment.
Mr. and Mrs. Rushton.
Good evening.
Do forgive us
if we've kept you all waiting.
Only, I had to see where they've
locked up my poor darling.
Her Pekinese.
The dogs have to travel
in cages.
Suki in a cage.
I feel like William Wilberforce.
Who'll free the dogs?
I'm with you, ma'am.
They've locked up my dog, too.
Let's say you and me stage
a breakout.
Shall we?
(Indistinct conversations)
My main prize was a copy
of Francis Bacon's essays.
First edition?
Not quite, no.
Second.
1598.
I'll show it to you,
if you like.
GEORGIANA: It's rather sad that
all our old books and pictures
seem to be emigrating
these days.
In search of a better life.
Harry seems to be
enjoying himself.
He's usually rather shy.
That's never been a problem
for Georgiana.
SMITH: Well, I suppose it must
have been quite a struggle
starting a business.
I beg your pardon?
The captain means when you
opened your dress shop,
Lady Duff Gordon.
What's your name?
Paolo Sandrini, sir.
And are you in charge
of this table for the voyage?
Yes, sir.
I didn't know we had any Italian
stewards in this dining room.
Just me, sir.
Thank you.
Do you fancy a game of anything?
No, thank you.
I prefer to read.
Ooh, now, what have we here?
Aesop's Fables.
Ooh!
- Well, I never.
- May I have it back?
Ah, ah. Ah!
Here, here!
Please.
- Please.
- ANNIE: That's enough.
"To my dear little Mabel,"
in the hope these examples will
be a source of strength to her
through life.
"From Papa, Christmas 1891."
Aw!
All right, that's enough now.
ANNIE: Okay. That's it.
Stop it now, please.
Just give it to me!
Yes, give it to her,
for heaven's sake.
Yes. Give it to her.
I'm sorry.
It was just meant to be
a bit of fun.
I can mend it for you
if you like.
(String band plays)
Is there anything
you'd like to hear, miss?
Do you know Autumn
by Archibald Joyce?
We know all the waltzes, miss.
May I have the pleasure?
You don't know
it'll be a pleasure.
I'll take my chances.
WAITER: Champagne, sir?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
I can't think
why I'm doing this.
I despise this sort of thing.
That sounds interesting.
Please don't flirt with me,
Mr. Widener.
You'll only regret it.
Why?
Because I'm not your type
at all,
and you're certainly not mine.
Hmm. Who is?
Oh, writers and rebels
angry at their fellow man's
injustices.
Oh, can't a book collector
hate injustice, too?
Not when he's heir to the
largest fortune in Philadelphia.
It's hard to be lectured
on equality
by the daughter
of an English Earl.
Ismay, hello.
I can't thank you enough
for coming to our aid
at such short notice.
Not at all.
I see Lady Georgiana
has already met her match.
I hope so, but I doubt it.
It's Mr. Andrews, isn't it?
You must be having
a proud time of it.
And this is
Mr. Benjamin Guggenheim.
Lord and Lady Manton.
How are you?
Pleasure.
May I introduce you to a great
friend of mine, Madame Aubart?
Enchanté.
I'm afraid I'm very tired.
If you'll excuse me.
HUGH:
Of course.
Mr. Guggenheim.
May I cut in?
I don't believe
it's an English custom.
But we're good, old
American boys.
It's all right.
I'm Jack Thayer.
GEORGIANA:
How do you do?
JACK:
So, do you know this dance?
Or isn't it an English custom,
either?
You'd be surprised.
What is the matter with her?
You mean they're together
but not married?
Isn't that rather odd
on a ship like this?
I suppose we're all
men of the world.
Lord Manton may be a man
of the world, Mr. Ismay,
but I am not a woman
of the world, I'm glad to say.
Good night.
Yes, I thought Madame Aubart
looked a little sheepish.
And no wonder.
What shall we do
about Georgiana?
I do sympathize.
How hard it is to keep
the young in check.
I'm told she was in
one of those dreadful
suffragette demonstrations.
You must be at your wits' end.
I would be.
I'm sure,
but we are a political family.
You, I think,
have always been in trade.
Would you like me
to turn down the bed, madam?
- WOMAN: No.
- No?
Very good.
MURIEL:
Yes.
Would you like me to turn down
the bed, madam?
MURIEL:
Come in.
She didn't mean to be
unfriendly.
You saw how she looked at us
when he invited us to tea.
She couldn't have been
more shocked
if we'd spat in her face.
(Clears throat)
MURIEL:
Could you help me with this?
You exaggerate.
I do not.
And why, in the name of God,
did you agree to attend
an Anglican service?
"Of course, Lord Manton.
My pleasure, Lord Manton."
I thought it'd be interesting.
And the necklace.
The clasp is a bit stiff.
You have to squeeze it.
Thank you.
Who does she think she is?
She thinks she's a countess.
And she's right.
She also thinks she's Irish,
and she's not right about that.
She grew up in County Wicklow.
If I grew up in a kennel,
would that make me a dog?
The Anglo-Irish are just as...
The so-called Anglo-Irish are
Anglo first and Irish never.
They've crushed the life
out of us since the dawn of time
and you expect me to sit
and chat with her
over a plate of sandwiches?
You're not being reasonable.
You've let them choke
the life out of your dreams,
and yet one invitation to tea
in first class
and you could be a spaniel,
begging for a pat
from the master.
- 21 years I've had that book.
- BARNES: I know.
And not a scratch on it,
not a mark until tonight.
Look, I am so sorry and
I've said that I will mend it.
I'll be the first...
Can't we complain
about our table?
The actress.
And the mother!
I dread to think
how they earned their crusts
before the girl struck it lucky.
I rather liked them.
LOUISA:
As for that Duff Gordon woman.
Carrying on
as if she were a queen
and not a seamstress
with an eye to the main chance.
HUGH:
They're just people, Louisa.
Trying to get from Southampton
to New York like we are.
Is everything all right, Barnes?
Oh, yes, thank you, my lord.
(Engines running)
Mmm. Watch out.
The sugar plum fairy's arrived.
Who are you calling a fairy?
Leave him alone.
He's my brother.
I'd keep that to myself
if I were you.
(Laughs)
Maybe.
(Band playing)
Jack.
It's past your bedtime.
I can't believe it.
You'd better go
or she'll get me
for baby snatching.
Mother, I am 17 years old.
MRS. THAYER:
Never mind that, dear.
I'm sure Miss Gibson
can spare you.
I can't believe
you just did that.
Mother, that's so embarrassing!
You're just embarrassing.
May I?
Second Officer Charles
Lightoller at your service.
Won't you be struck off?
On this ship, the passengers'
welfare is all we care about.
Ah. Very glad to hear it.
Besides, I'm a fan.
Better and better.
LIGHTOLLER:
No, I mean it.
I enjoyed you
in "Miss Masquerader"
and in "Hands Across the Sea."
Heavens.
You really are a fan.
HUGH:
Ah, Mr. Lightoller,
I'm trying to find my way
to second class.
I don't suppose you know
where I should be headed?
I'd be a poor seaman
if I didn't.
When you go back,
there's a shortcut.
You'll get to your corridor,
but if you keep going,
you'll come to the staircase
in first class.
But don't let anyone see you.
Thanks.
I need a necklace for tonight,
but there's nobody on duty.
The purser's back at 6:00,
madam.
Unless you'd like me
to send for him.
No, no, no.
6:00 will be fine. Thank you.
Here we are, my lord.
All present and correct.
So you are.
(Indistinct conversations)
These are all quite free.
Is there some difficulty?
Would you prefer that I left?
So kind.
Ah, here we are.
Well, this is hospitable,
I must say.
GUGGENHEIM: Did she turn you
out of your seat?
I'll tell her!
We knew what we were taking on
when we booked our passage.
GUGGENHEIM:
Even so.
No one is more morally indignant
than a beauty
the wrong side of 40.
The Germans don't want a war.
I'm not so sure.
They want an empire,
and they feel
they're entitled to it.
Do empires matter now?
They're always more toil
than profit.
Oh?
So, will you vote
for the Irish Home Rule Bill
when it gets to the Lords?
If you see no point in empires.
Ireland's rather different.
Not to the Irish, it isn't.
Don't you agree, Lady Manton?
I leave these things
to Lord Manton.
Yes, Ireland has a special tie
with England.
We shouldn't break it yet.
So, what are we doing tonight?
Not much, I hope.
LOUISA:
Dining at Gatti's restaurant.
HUGH: Is that the expensive one
on B deck
with all the Dago waiters?
It's the one we've been invited
to by Harry's charming parents.
Oops.
You can buy my silence
with one condition.
HUGH:
Name it.
May I take your daughter for
a walk on deck before we dine?
Let me change first.
LOUISA: Wrap up.
It's colder than it was.
JOHN:
We should be getting along, too.
HARRY:
Thank you so much, Lady Manton.
Thank you, Lady Manton.
It's been delightful.
Hasn't it, Muriel?
Delightful.
Can you find your way back?
Oh, I think so.
Nobody stops you
going into second class.
That'll teach you.
I can't see the English
wanting to drop the class system
anytime soon.
It's woven into their character.
I never judge people
by their class.
Don't you?
(Dogs barking)
GEORGIANA:
Oh, look.
There's that frightful
Mrs. Rushton
and her horrid little dog.
I rest my case.
(Baby crying)
Oh, aren't they adorable
at this age?
Don't touch him!
I wasn't going to hurt him.
BESSIE:
Of course not.
Alice, what has gotten into you?
I do apologize, miss.
Couldn't matter less.
You have lovely children.
BESSIE:
Thank you.
Well, at least she takes her job
seriously.
Too seriously by half.
(Laughs)
HUGH: But Philadelphia is so far away.
Better a Yankee nabob
than a homegrown anarchist
with a handmade bomb.
Is this brooch a bit showy?
What about a smaller one?
We ought to get going.
Oh, never mind.
It'll have to do.
As soon as we're all gathered,
we'll walk to the restaurant.
Harry, take in Lady Georgiana.
She's pretty, she's well born,
and there's money.
Believe me,
Harry could meet a worse fate.
Ah, here they are.
Let's go...
before the Rushtons find us.
That was a delicious dinner.
You Americans are so generous
to strangers.
We English never are.
Now you'll die of cold.
Not if you're near me.
We're going to bed in a minute.
Good night, Mama.
It's so clear and calm.
There's scarcely a ripple.
You're enjoying it more
than you thought you would.
Admit it.
I shall admit what I choose.
Don't take a stand
on everything.
Pick your battles.
If you fight for a cause,
make sure it's a cause
that you care about,
not just a way
to annoy your parents.
You seem to know me very well
all of a sudden.
I seem to like you very well
all of a sudden.
That's for sure.
Well, Mr. Widener.
Now we have a secret.
We missed you
in the dining room,
but I hope
you enjoyed yourselves.
Very much, thank you.
(Laughs) That's my trick!
And I will shoot
the man who denies it.
I'll just take them to the safe.
There was a terrific queue
by the purser's when we passed.
I'll keep them under my pillow
tonight.
Put them in the safe
tomorrow morning.
I don't mind queuing.
I'd rather.
LOUISA:
No!
You can do it in the morning.
(Laughs) Made it!
So, that is five hearts
achieved,
plus 50 for the insult
from this naughty man here.
- Whose deal?
- Mine.
(Bell clanging)
(Telephone rings)
What did you see?
Thank you.
Iceberg right ahead.
Hard a-starboard!
MAN:
Hard a-starboard, sir.
(Rumbling, metal scraping)
(Rumbling, conversations stop)
What was that?
Nothing, I'm sure, but...
We've hit an iceberg.
Well, scraped along one.
Murdoch ordered hard a-starboard
and reversed engines,
but it was very close.
(Engines rumbling)
(Engines stop)
Louisa?
Why aren't you undressed?
Listen.
I can't hear anything.
HUGH:
Exactly.
The engines have stopped.
Take care.
Officer, can you tell me
what on earth is going on?
I'm very sorry
to have to say it, my lord,
but we've hit an iceberg.
What? When?
About half an hour ago.
But we can't be
in any real danger.
Not on this ship.
Get your women up on deck
as quickly as you can.
Make them wear something warm.
But, surely, I mean...
It's not going to sink?
I certainly hope not.
HUGH: Quickly, now.
You need to get dressed.
- They want us on deck.
- What?
I've woken Georgiana.
She'll be here in a minute.
But there's no time to lose.
We need to hurry.
(Door opens)
You've heard then, my lord?
HUGH:
Yes, we have.
Watson, help your mistress
to get ready.
It's just a safety exercise,
but I don't want any of you
to miss it.
LOUISA: What do you mean
a "safety exercise"?
In the middle of the night?
What's wrong?
Well, we've hit something,
and they want us on deck.
It's just a precaution.
If there's really nothing
to worry about,
I'd prefer to stay in the warm
until we know more.
What's this doing here?
HUGH:
What do you mean?
This brooch.
I wasn't wearing it last night.
Everyone on deck.
Captain's orders.
With life jackets.
Ah, good.
Everyone on deck.
Captain's orders.
Bring life jackets.
Everyone on deck.
Captain's orders.
Bring life jackets.
Alice, bring the baby.
Sarah, find me my clothes.
I'll get Loraine.
(Crying)
- Shh!
(Indistinct conversations)
TAYLOR:
This way, please.
- To the boat deck.
- Come with me.
I know a way
through second class.
It'll take us
up to the boat deck.
TAYLOR: That's it.
Keep moving.
This way, please.
PURSER:
I understand, madam.
I will see what I can do.
LOUISA:
What in God's name?
It's the purser's office.
They're trying to get hold
of their jewels.
Close it down.
Now.
And get them all up on deck.
Thank God
I kept the best of mine out.
What a stroke of luck.
As if you needed luck,
you patronizing bitch!
BARNES:
Excuse me.
No more gracious put-downs.
I am not in the mood.
You think you're so smart.
So fine, so aristocratic,
don't you?
You are pathetic.
You're stupid!
You get away from us.
Batley, over here.
Come and take control
of your wife.
Take control?
How dare you, you arrogant pig?
Will you shut up?!
I will not shut up for
a dirty philanderer like you.
Oh, yes.
Quite the big nobleman now.
What about your grubby
little secrets in Dulwich?
JOHN: Come away,
you foolish, foolish woman.
(Shouting and screaming)
I really think I'd rather
freeze to death outside
than spend one more minute with
these ghastly, screaming women.
MAN: Open the gate!
Can we not go up?
TURNBULL:
Not yet.
All in good time.
Don't worry.
There's no danger.
Ma. Ma.
Don't let them put me
in the water.
Of course not.
You won't go near the water.
I can't swim, Ma.
I can't swim.
Nobody's going to be swimming
anywhere.
Sure, there'll be a boat along
to take us off
in the shake of a lamb's tail.
They're only waiting for it
to arrive.
Could you see anything?
Not much.
They're getting the boats out.
They say there's no danger.
They're lying.
Stay together.
PAOLO: This boat is gone.
Go the other way.
The other way.
This boat is gone.
But it's not even half full.
Stop!
LADY DUFF GORDON:
What can we do?
We can't bring it back, my lord.
No!
I won't go without Suki.
Grace, my dear, be sensible.
We could never find the cage
again.
She may already be drowned.
No!
Quickly, madame,
if you're coming.
I'm not!
BESSIE:
Save that space.
Sarah, you go.
I'll follow when I find Alice
and the baby.
Take Loraine.
Let go, darling.
Let go.
Please take her.
Let go. Let go.
The boat must go, madame.
Oh, all right.
Go.
We'll be on the next one.
(Flare exploding)
(Screaming)
Let the ladies through
to the front, please.
HUGH:
Mr. Lightoller?
Mr. Lightoller?
How many more can you take?
This one's full.
There's one about to load
on the other side.
Lower the boat.
This boat is full.
Back.
Make space in the boat, please.
Don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.
But he's only just 17.
Any more for this boat?
Any more for this boat?
- Madame?
- Get in.
I won't be long.
But it's not nearly full.
Women and children only.
But surely it's women
and children first, not only.
Orders, I'm afraid, ma'am.
Excuse me, Benjamin.
May I accompany her?
No men I'm afraid, sir.
I only ask
because of her condition.
She's expecting, you see.
I'm very sorry, sir.
Ready the boat!
Lower away.
I'll be all right.
It's all right.
You give them back to me
when we next meet!
I suppose there is some point
to this?
Well, I don't know about you,
but I can't think
of anything better to do.
Here's the young lady
who likes the Autumn waltz.
Would you play it for me now?
Come on.
Keep going.
My dear, what that woman said.
Not now.
GEORGIANA:
Excuse me.
That's the Allisons' nanny.
Why isn't she with them?
HUGH:
Quickly.
Louisa, come on, quickly.
(Gasps) Wait for us.
Come on, Mother, quick.
There, miss. Excuse me.
Can you make a place for her,
please?
Georgiana, just get on.
Louisa, please.
I will not sit in a boat
with a drunken prostitute.
You can't make me.
(Flare exploding)
I can't. I can't.
Not on my own.
- Georgiana.
- It's too high.
No, I can't.
Please. Please.
Papa, I'm sorry. I can't.
I'm sorry.
That's right.
That way.
To the boat deck, please.
That's right.
Keep going.
What now, sir?
Well, first, I will change
into something more gentlemanly,
and then we can wait
upon events.
GEORGIANA:
Harry! Harry!
- Harry!
- Are you all right?
You must get to a boat
straightaway.
They're full back there
or at least there's a queue
that will fill them.
I know, but there are some
down at the other end
that are still taking on women.
I was coming to fetch my mother,
but Father says
she's already on one of these.
I'm going to wave her goodbye.
After that,
I'll come and look for you.
I just hope I don't find you.
Why?
'Cause I want you to be safe.
Georgiana, if I don't make it...
Don't say that!
Men'll get through this.
In first, in second,
and in steerage,
and they'll live.
Just make sure
that you're one of them, please!
There'll be no room in this one,
I'm afraid.
But why are so few of them full?
Too dangerous
to lower them full.
There's a risk they might split.
Once we've got the women off,
the men can swim out to them.
But how?
From where?
From the hatches.
Even if we could get down there,
the boats are rowing away.
They're frightened of
the suction if she goes down.
Is that if or when?
So, what of the rest?
Pitched into the icy water?
I'm afraid you've miscalculated,
with your splits and your
hatches, Mr. Lightoller,
and hundreds of people will
drown who need not have done.
LIGHTOLLER:
Lower away.
We'll see you soon.
Take care.
You're Mrs. Widener, aren't you?
We haven't met.
I'm Lady Rothes.
My son can't swim.
(Flare exploding)
Oh, my dear.
Excuse me.
I'm not going to do it, no.
Grace, this is folly.
Giglio, you know
I'm not a democrat,
but at times like this
you are welcome to sit.
I'm trying to get my family
away.
We keep missing the boat.
Literally.
Mr. Andrews?
Some people ran through here on
their way to the promenade deck.
They said there are still
some boats there.
Thank you.
Will you come with us?
There's too much
rushing about already.
I prefer to wait
and see what happens.
Come on.
Good luck to you.
GEORGIANA:
Harry!
- HARRY: Georgiana!
- Harry!
I hoped you'd gone.
I prayed you'd gone.
No.
We've been unlucky.
Widener.
Hurry.
They've got one of
the collapsibles onto a davit,
and they're loading it now.
It may be the last boat
to get away.
Come on.
It's through here.
Left.
Manton. Here. This way.
Louisa,
I wish you'd let me explain.
You are funny.
Did you think you could keep
a secret like that?
Don't you know me at all?
Lady Manton!
No.
I'm not going.
Louisa, you must.
That's right.
We can stay together.
Whatever happens,
we'll just stay together.
Please.
Let me do one last thing
I can be proud of.
HUGH:
Louisa, you must.
I am not leaving you behind.
Mama.
Mama, please don't leave me!
There's one thing you could do
that would help me so very much,
my dear.
Live.
For me.
Please live.
Lady Manton, the boat must go.
Please, Mama!
Please come with me!
MAN:
Ready to lower!
(Man shouting)
(Indistinct conversations)
What's the matter, darling?
Isn't this
what you were expecting?
Leave us alone.
Ooh!
Papa!
Don't worry.
We'll have you away from here
in a moment.
(Woman whistles)
You've got your orders.
Let her go.
You know, I can't help wondering
why Lady Georgiana Grex
is to be set free
but none of the others are.
It's not your place to wonder.
And it's not her place to pick
a fight with the police
at Guildhall.
It was a demonstration
for our right to vote!
Or to land up in a cell with
a bunch of thieves and tarts.
One more word and I'll report
you to the Home Secretary.
Who's your good friend,
I suppose.
All right. Let her go.
ANDREWS: But there are davits
for 32 lifeboats.
Why on earth
haven't we use them?
ISMAY:
Because there's no need.
The law stipulates 16 boats,
and that is what we have.
As well as four collapsibles.
Mr. Carlisle wanted to carry
boats for everyone on board.
I don't care
what Carlisle wanted.
He isn't working on it any more.
What difference does that make?
I will not have
the promenade deck ruined
or the ladies terrified
out of their wits.
Ismay.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Am I interrupting?
Not a bit, not a bit.
Do you know our designer,
Thomas Andrews?
You must be very proud,
Mr. Andrews.
Lord Manton is joining us
on our maiden voyage.
Yes, we can hardly wait.
I'll leave you to it,
until we meet on board.
Lord Manton.
Ismay.
ISMAY:
I got your message.
Of course we would be glad
to arrange a cabin
for Lady Georgiana.
Lady Manton will be so grateful.
But I'm afraid
it won't be near yours.
It's a pity I had no time
or I might have been able
to move things around.
Yes, well, we only knew
ourselves a day ago.
But Georgiana's health
will suffer
if she can't leave England soon.
There'll be cancellations,
surely?
I hear J.P. Morgan might not be
fit enough to travel.
I don't think Lady Manton would
care for us to be too separate.
Leave it with me.
I'll see what I can do.
I hope I'm not being a nuisance.
BARNES:
We have one..two...
Here comes the trunk.
Strip on. Labeled.
Very good.
Are you excited?
You're not planning
a hunger strike, are you?
You can take me round the world
three times, you know.
It won't make any difference.
Then you've got nothing
to worry about, have you?
Good heavens.
What is it?
It's John Batley.
And who is he?
A lawyer.
At Harcourt and Fennell.
I wonder if he's looking for me.
Batley?
Lord Manton.
I don't think you know my wife.
Mrs. Batley.
May I present the Batleys,
my dear?
And this is my daughter,
Lady Georgiana Grex.
Are you here on business?
I'm taking some papers
to New York for Mr. Harcourt.
Are you coming to see him off,
or are you traveling, too?
I'm going with him.
HUGH: It's a pity
they won't let us go ashore
at Queenstown tomorrow.
I thought we might all enjoy
a taste of Ireland.
JOHN:
We're not there much these days.
We're based in London now.
Well, Croydon, really.
Yes, only the lucky Irish live
in Ireland.
HUGH:
You know Lady Manton is Irish?
JOHN:
Really?
Yes, she grew up near
Blessington, County Wicklow.
Didn't you?
Will we see you at the service
on Sunday?
Of course.
Well, we shouldn't linger.
We don't have
first-class tickets,
and the guard will think
we're stowaways.
HUGH:
I tell you what...
Why not come for tea with us
on Sunday afternoon?
I don't think that's allowed,
my dear.
HUGH: Nonsense.
I'll see that it is.
(Horn honks)
(Indistinct conversations)
Off, boys.
There you are.
Where have you been?
Just checking the cabins.
Come on, quickly.
Don't dawdle.
- Yes, but why?
- Don't dawdle!
Theresa, come on!
Oh, sorry.
Crew?
Right to the end and turn left.
And next time,
don't use these stairs.
MARY:
Come on.
What numbers do the tickets say?
I know where I'm going.
Paolo, forza.
Sorry, excuse me.
Permisso.
Sorry.
Sandrini!
You're late!
Sorry, Chief.
I was trying to get
my brother taken on.
MAN:
Chief!
There's a fire
in one of the coalbunkers.
No surprise there.
Dampen it down,
keep your eye on it.
We'll see what happens
when we get the coal down a bit.
All right, Sandrini.
Get on with it!
Oh, what happened
with your brother?
He's a waiter in first class.
He'll earn his money, then.
(Shouting)
(Horn blows)
I wish you wouldn't call me
Irish.
You are Irish.
I'm not.
Not in that way.
You could have been friendlier.
Why?
And why do we have go through
with this ghastly tea?
To be polite.
Batley works for me.
If he does,
I suppose he gets paid for it.
What's your cabin like?
All right.
Same as this.
LOUISA:
Oh, how nice.
Captain Smith will be joining
our table for dinner.
GEORGIANA:
What's the time?
I'd better go and change.
No, no.
Don't get changed.
No one changes
on the first night out.
Why not?
It's not the done thing.
Just tidy yourself up.
I still don't see why not.
HUGH:
What does it matter?
GEORGIANA: Because I don't
believe in the "done thing."
If I do a thing,
I like to know why I'm doing it.
You wouldn't last long
in the army.
Is this right
for first-class servants?
Why? Are there many servants
in second class?
Who do you work for?
I am valet
to the Earl of Manton,
and this is Miss Watson.
The countess's lady's maid.
Hello, Miss Watson.
Roberta Maioni.
With the Countess of Rothes.
WATSON: Oh, we met
at the Duchess of Bedford's.
MAIONI:
Yes, we did.
And who are you with?
Madame Aubart.
Oh.
Is she traveling alone?
SAGESSER:
Not at all.
She is with Mr. Guggenheim,
the millionaire.
Oh, I see.
I wonder if you do.
He may not,
but I do, right enough.
Excuse me.
Don't let's start
the voyage badly.
Can't we just rub along
with them?
It's only a week.
Mr. Barnes, as we both know,
I do not share
your moral elasticity.
I have standards. You have none.
That is where we differ.
Would you like to take your
places for dinner, everyone?
Excuse me.
We're all employed by English
and Scottish families.
Might we share a table?
If that's what you'd like.
It's not catching,
being an American,
and some of us quite like it.
So do you always look after
the maids and valets?
Usually.
I've got a few of the
second-class cabins, as well.
But we're
first-class passengers.
You're first-class servants.
In every way, I'm sure.
SMITH: Oh, Lord Manton,
do you know Mr. and Mrs. Astor?
Good evening, madam.
SMITH: Oh, and a touch
of glamour at your table.
You'll have heard
of Miss Dorothy Gibson.
Oh, I doubt it.
Why should folks like you care
about my crazy job?
And this is my mother.
Hello.
Miss Gibson's a film star.
And Mr. and Mrs. Widener.
And their son, Harry.
Hello.
Oh, John.
How lovely to see you.
SMITH:
Perhaps we should all go in.
Oh, just a moment.
Mr. and Mrs. Rushton.
Good evening.
Do forgive us
if we've kept you all waiting.
Only, I had to see where they've
locked up my poor darling.
Her Pekinese.
The dogs have to travel
in cages.
Suki in a cage.
I feel like William Wilberforce.
Who'll free the dogs?
I'm with you, ma'am.
They've locked up my dog, too.
Let's say you and me stage
a breakout.
Shall we?
(Indistinct conversations)
My main prize was a copy
of Francis Bacon's essays.
First edition?
Not quite, no.
Second.
1598.
I'll show it to you,
if you like.
GEORGIANA: It's rather sad that
all our old books and pictures
seem to be emigrating
these days.
In search of a better life.
Harry seems to be
enjoying himself.
He's usually rather shy.
That's never been a problem
for Georgiana.
SMITH: Well, I suppose it must
have been quite a struggle
starting a business.
I beg your pardon?
The captain means when you
opened your dress shop,
Lady Duff Gordon.
What's your name?
Paolo Sandrini, sir.
And are you in charge
of this table for the voyage?
Yes, sir.
I didn't know we had any Italian
stewards in this dining room.
Just me, sir.
Thank you.
Do you fancy a game of anything?
No, thank you.
I prefer to read.
Ooh, now, what have we here?
Aesop's Fables.
Ooh!
- Well, I never.
- May I have it back?
Ah, ah. Ah!
Here, here!
Please.
- Please.
- ANNIE: That's enough.
"To my dear little Mabel,"
in the hope these examples will
be a source of strength to her
through life.
"From Papa, Christmas 1891."
Aw!
All right, that's enough now.
ANNIE: Okay. That's it.
Stop it now, please.
Just give it to me!
Yes, give it to her,
for heaven's sake.
Yes. Give it to her.
I'm sorry.
It was just meant to be
a bit of fun.
I can mend it for you
if you like.
(String band plays)
Is there anything
you'd like to hear, miss?
Do you know Autumn
by Archibald Joyce?
We know all the waltzes, miss.
May I have the pleasure?
You don't know
it'll be a pleasure.
I'll take my chances.
WAITER: Champagne, sir?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
I can't think
why I'm doing this.
I despise this sort of thing.
That sounds interesting.
Please don't flirt with me,
Mr. Widener.
You'll only regret it.
Why?
Because I'm not your type
at all,
and you're certainly not mine.
Hmm. Who is?
Oh, writers and rebels
angry at their fellow man's
injustices.
Oh, can't a book collector
hate injustice, too?
Not when he's heir to the
largest fortune in Philadelphia.
It's hard to be lectured
on equality
by the daughter
of an English Earl.
Ismay, hello.
I can't thank you enough
for coming to our aid
at such short notice.
Not at all.
I see Lady Georgiana
has already met her match.
I hope so, but I doubt it.
It's Mr. Andrews, isn't it?
You must be having
a proud time of it.
And this is
Mr. Benjamin Guggenheim.
Lord and Lady Manton.
How are you?
Pleasure.
May I introduce you to a great
friend of mine, Madame Aubart?
Enchanté.
I'm afraid I'm very tired.
If you'll excuse me.
HUGH:
Of course.
Mr. Guggenheim.
May I cut in?
I don't believe
it's an English custom.
But we're good, old
American boys.
It's all right.
I'm Jack Thayer.
GEORGIANA:
How do you do?
JACK:
So, do you know this dance?
Or isn't it an English custom,
either?
You'd be surprised.
What is the matter with her?
You mean they're together
but not married?
Isn't that rather odd
on a ship like this?
I suppose we're all
men of the world.
Lord Manton may be a man
of the world, Mr. Ismay,
but I am not a woman
of the world, I'm glad to say.
Good night.
Yes, I thought Madame Aubart
looked a little sheepish.
And no wonder.
What shall we do
about Georgiana?
I do sympathize.
How hard it is to keep
the young in check.
I'm told she was in
one of those dreadful
suffragette demonstrations.
You must be at your wits' end.
I would be.
I'm sure,
but we are a political family.
You, I think,
have always been in trade.
Would you like me
to turn down the bed, madam?
- WOMAN: No.
- No?
Very good.
MURIEL:
Yes.
Would you like me to turn down
the bed, madam?
MURIEL:
Come in.
She didn't mean to be
unfriendly.
You saw how she looked at us
when he invited us to tea.
She couldn't have been
more shocked
if we'd spat in her face.
(Clears throat)
MURIEL:
Could you help me with this?
You exaggerate.
I do not.
And why, in the name of God,
did you agree to attend
an Anglican service?
"Of course, Lord Manton.
My pleasure, Lord Manton."
I thought it'd be interesting.
And the necklace.
The clasp is a bit stiff.
You have to squeeze it.
Thank you.
Who does she think she is?
She thinks she's a countess.
And she's right.
She also thinks she's Irish,
and she's not right about that.
She grew up in County Wicklow.
If I grew up in a kennel,
would that make me a dog?
The Anglo-Irish are just as...
The so-called Anglo-Irish are
Anglo first and Irish never.
They've crushed the life
out of us since the dawn of time
and you expect me to sit
and chat with her
over a plate of sandwiches?
You're not being reasonable.
You've let them choke
the life out of your dreams,
and yet one invitation to tea
in first class
and you could be a spaniel,
begging for a pat
from the master.
- 21 years I've had that book.
- BARNES: I know.
And not a scratch on it,
not a mark until tonight.
Look, I am so sorry and
I've said that I will mend it.
I'll be the first...
Can't we complain
about our table?
The actress.
And the mother!
I dread to think
how they earned their crusts
before the girl struck it lucky.
I rather liked them.
LOUISA:
As for that Duff Gordon woman.
Carrying on
as if she were a queen
and not a seamstress
with an eye to the main chance.
HUGH:
They're just people, Louisa.
Trying to get from Southampton
to New York like we are.
Is everything all right, Barnes?
Oh, yes, thank you, my lord.
(Engines running)
Mmm. Watch out.
The sugar plum fairy's arrived.
Who are you calling a fairy?
Leave him alone.
He's my brother.
I'd keep that to myself
if I were you.
(Laughs)
Maybe.
(Band playing)
Jack.
It's past your bedtime.
I can't believe it.
You'd better go
or she'll get me
for baby snatching.
Mother, I am 17 years old.
MRS. THAYER:
Never mind that, dear.
I'm sure Miss Gibson
can spare you.
I can't believe
you just did that.
Mother, that's so embarrassing!
You're just embarrassing.
May I?
Second Officer Charles
Lightoller at your service.
Won't you be struck off?
On this ship, the passengers'
welfare is all we care about.
Ah. Very glad to hear it.
Besides, I'm a fan.
Better and better.
LIGHTOLLER:
No, I mean it.
I enjoyed you
in "Miss Masquerader"
and in "Hands Across the Sea."
Heavens.
You really are a fan.
HUGH:
Ah, Mr. Lightoller,
I'm trying to find my way
to second class.
I don't suppose you know
where I should be headed?
I'd be a poor seaman
if I didn't.
When you go back,
there's a shortcut.
You'll get to your corridor,
but if you keep going,
you'll come to the staircase
in first class.
But don't let anyone see you.
Thanks.
I need a necklace for tonight,
but there's nobody on duty.
The purser's back at 6:00,
madam.
Unless you'd like me
to send for him.
No, no, no.
6:00 will be fine. Thank you.
Here we are, my lord.
All present and correct.
So you are.
(Indistinct conversations)
These are all quite free.
Is there some difficulty?
Would you prefer that I left?
So kind.
Ah, here we are.
Well, this is hospitable,
I must say.
GUGGENHEIM: Did she turn you
out of your seat?
I'll tell her!
We knew what we were taking on
when we booked our passage.
GUGGENHEIM:
Even so.
No one is more morally indignant
than a beauty
the wrong side of 40.
The Germans don't want a war.
I'm not so sure.
They want an empire,
and they feel
they're entitled to it.
Do empires matter now?
They're always more toil
than profit.
Oh?
So, will you vote
for the Irish Home Rule Bill
when it gets to the Lords?
If you see no point in empires.
Ireland's rather different.
Not to the Irish, it isn't.
Don't you agree, Lady Manton?
I leave these things
to Lord Manton.
Yes, Ireland has a special tie
with England.
We shouldn't break it yet.
So, what are we doing tonight?
Not much, I hope.
LOUISA:
Dining at Gatti's restaurant.
HUGH: Is that the expensive one
on B deck
with all the Dago waiters?
It's the one we've been invited
to by Harry's charming parents.
Oops.
You can buy my silence
with one condition.
HUGH:
Name it.
May I take your daughter for
a walk on deck before we dine?
Let me change first.
LOUISA: Wrap up.
It's colder than it was.
JOHN:
We should be getting along, too.
HARRY:
Thank you so much, Lady Manton.
Thank you, Lady Manton.
It's been delightful.
Hasn't it, Muriel?
Delightful.
Can you find your way back?
Oh, I think so.
Nobody stops you
going into second class.
That'll teach you.
I can't see the English
wanting to drop the class system
anytime soon.
It's woven into their character.
I never judge people
by their class.
Don't you?
(Dogs barking)
GEORGIANA:
Oh, look.
There's that frightful
Mrs. Rushton
and her horrid little dog.
I rest my case.
(Baby crying)
Oh, aren't they adorable
at this age?
Don't touch him!
I wasn't going to hurt him.
BESSIE:
Of course not.
Alice, what has gotten into you?
I do apologize, miss.
Couldn't matter less.
You have lovely children.
BESSIE:
Thank you.
Well, at least she takes her job
seriously.
Too seriously by half.
(Laughs)
HUGH: But Philadelphia is so far away.
Better a Yankee nabob
than a homegrown anarchist
with a handmade bomb.
Is this brooch a bit showy?
What about a smaller one?
We ought to get going.
Oh, never mind.
It'll have to do.
As soon as we're all gathered,
we'll walk to the restaurant.
Harry, take in Lady Georgiana.
She's pretty, she's well born,
and there's money.
Believe me,
Harry could meet a worse fate.
Ah, here they are.
Let's go...
before the Rushtons find us.
That was a delicious dinner.
You Americans are so generous
to strangers.
We English never are.
Now you'll die of cold.
Not if you're near me.
We're going to bed in a minute.
Good night, Mama.
It's so clear and calm.
There's scarcely a ripple.
You're enjoying it more
than you thought you would.
Admit it.
I shall admit what I choose.
Don't take a stand
on everything.
Pick your battles.
If you fight for a cause,
make sure it's a cause
that you care about,
not just a way
to annoy your parents.
You seem to know me very well
all of a sudden.
I seem to like you very well
all of a sudden.
That's for sure.
Well, Mr. Widener.
Now we have a secret.
We missed you
in the dining room,
but I hope
you enjoyed yourselves.
Very much, thank you.
(Laughs) That's my trick!
And I will shoot
the man who denies it.
I'll just take them to the safe.
There was a terrific queue
by the purser's when we passed.
I'll keep them under my pillow
tonight.
Put them in the safe
tomorrow morning.
I don't mind queuing.
I'd rather.
LOUISA:
No!
You can do it in the morning.
(Laughs) Made it!
So, that is five hearts
achieved,
plus 50 for the insult
from this naughty man here.
- Whose deal?
- Mine.
(Bell clanging)
(Telephone rings)
What did you see?
Thank you.
Iceberg right ahead.
Hard a-starboard!
MAN:
Hard a-starboard, sir.
(Rumbling, metal scraping)
(Rumbling, conversations stop)
What was that?
Nothing, I'm sure, but...
We've hit an iceberg.
Well, scraped along one.
Murdoch ordered hard a-starboard
and reversed engines,
but it was very close.
(Engines rumbling)
(Engines stop)
Louisa?
Why aren't you undressed?
Listen.
I can't hear anything.
HUGH:
Exactly.
The engines have stopped.
Take care.
Officer, can you tell me
what on earth is going on?
I'm very sorry
to have to say it, my lord,
but we've hit an iceberg.
What? When?
About half an hour ago.
But we can't be
in any real danger.
Not on this ship.
Get your women up on deck
as quickly as you can.
Make them wear something warm.
But, surely, I mean...
It's not going to sink?
I certainly hope not.
HUGH: Quickly, now.
You need to get dressed.
- They want us on deck.
- What?
I've woken Georgiana.
She'll be here in a minute.
But there's no time to lose.
We need to hurry.
(Door opens)
You've heard then, my lord?
HUGH:
Yes, we have.
Watson, help your mistress
to get ready.
It's just a safety exercise,
but I don't want any of you
to miss it.
LOUISA: What do you mean
a "safety exercise"?
In the middle of the night?
What's wrong?
Well, we've hit something,
and they want us on deck.
It's just a precaution.
If there's really nothing
to worry about,
I'd prefer to stay in the warm
until we know more.
What's this doing here?
HUGH:
What do you mean?
This brooch.
I wasn't wearing it last night.
Everyone on deck.
Captain's orders.
With life jackets.
Ah, good.
Everyone on deck.
Captain's orders.
Bring life jackets.
Everyone on deck.
Captain's orders.
Bring life jackets.
Alice, bring the baby.
Sarah, find me my clothes.
I'll get Loraine.
(Crying)
- Shh!
(Indistinct conversations)
TAYLOR:
This way, please.
- To the boat deck.
- Come with me.
I know a way
through second class.
It'll take us
up to the boat deck.
TAYLOR: That's it.
Keep moving.
This way, please.
PURSER:
I understand, madam.
I will see what I can do.
LOUISA:
What in God's name?
It's the purser's office.
They're trying to get hold
of their jewels.
Close it down.
Now.
And get them all up on deck.
Thank God
I kept the best of mine out.
What a stroke of luck.
As if you needed luck,
you patronizing bitch!
BARNES:
Excuse me.
No more gracious put-downs.
I am not in the mood.
You think you're so smart.
So fine, so aristocratic,
don't you?
You are pathetic.
You're stupid!
You get away from us.
Batley, over here.
Come and take control
of your wife.
Take control?
How dare you, you arrogant pig?
Will you shut up?!
I will not shut up for
a dirty philanderer like you.
Oh, yes.
Quite the big nobleman now.
What about your grubby
little secrets in Dulwich?
JOHN: Come away,
you foolish, foolish woman.
(Shouting and screaming)
I really think I'd rather
freeze to death outside
than spend one more minute with
these ghastly, screaming women.
MAN: Open the gate!
Can we not go up?
TURNBULL:
Not yet.
All in good time.
Don't worry.
There's no danger.
Ma. Ma.
Don't let them put me
in the water.
Of course not.
You won't go near the water.
I can't swim, Ma.
I can't swim.
Nobody's going to be swimming
anywhere.
Sure, there'll be a boat along
to take us off
in the shake of a lamb's tail.
They're only waiting for it
to arrive.
Could you see anything?
Not much.
They're getting the boats out.
They say there's no danger.
They're lying.
Stay together.
PAOLO: This boat is gone.
Go the other way.
The other way.
This boat is gone.
But it's not even half full.
Stop!
LADY DUFF GORDON:
What can we do?
We can't bring it back, my lord.
No!
I won't go without Suki.
Grace, my dear, be sensible.
We could never find the cage
again.
She may already be drowned.
No!
Quickly, madame,
if you're coming.
I'm not!
BESSIE:
Save that space.
Sarah, you go.
I'll follow when I find Alice
and the baby.
Take Loraine.
Let go, darling.
Let go.
Please take her.
Let go. Let go.
The boat must go, madame.
Oh, all right.
Go.
We'll be on the next one.
(Flare exploding)
(Screaming)
Let the ladies through
to the front, please.
HUGH:
Mr. Lightoller?
Mr. Lightoller?
How many more can you take?
This one's full.
There's one about to load
on the other side.
Lower the boat.
This boat is full.
Back.
Make space in the boat, please.
Don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.
But he's only just 17.
Any more for this boat?
Any more for this boat?
- Madame?
- Get in.
I won't be long.
But it's not nearly full.
Women and children only.
But surely it's women
and children first, not only.
Orders, I'm afraid, ma'am.
Excuse me, Benjamin.
May I accompany her?
No men I'm afraid, sir.
I only ask
because of her condition.
She's expecting, you see.
I'm very sorry, sir.
Ready the boat!
Lower away.
I'll be all right.
It's all right.
You give them back to me
when we next meet!
I suppose there is some point
to this?
Well, I don't know about you,
but I can't think
of anything better to do.
Here's the young lady
who likes the Autumn waltz.
Would you play it for me now?
Come on.
Keep going.
My dear, what that woman said.
Not now.
GEORGIANA:
Excuse me.
That's the Allisons' nanny.
Why isn't she with them?
HUGH:
Quickly.
Louisa, come on, quickly.
(Gasps) Wait for us.
Come on, Mother, quick.
There, miss. Excuse me.
Can you make a place for her,
please?
Georgiana, just get on.
Louisa, please.
I will not sit in a boat
with a drunken prostitute.
You can't make me.
(Flare exploding)
I can't. I can't.
Not on my own.
- Georgiana.
- It's too high.
No, I can't.
Please. Please.
Papa, I'm sorry. I can't.
I'm sorry.
That's right.
That way.
To the boat deck, please.
That's right.
Keep going.
What now, sir?
Well, first, I will change
into something more gentlemanly,
and then we can wait
upon events.
GEORGIANA:
Harry! Harry!
- Harry!
- Are you all right?
You must get to a boat
straightaway.
They're full back there
or at least there's a queue
that will fill them.
I know, but there are some
down at the other end
that are still taking on women.
I was coming to fetch my mother,
but Father says
she's already on one of these.
I'm going to wave her goodbye.
After that,
I'll come and look for you.
I just hope I don't find you.
Why?
'Cause I want you to be safe.
Georgiana, if I don't make it...
Don't say that!
Men'll get through this.
In first, in second,
and in steerage,
and they'll live.
Just make sure
that you're one of them, please!
There'll be no room in this one,
I'm afraid.
But why are so few of them full?
Too dangerous
to lower them full.
There's a risk they might split.
Once we've got the women off,
the men can swim out to them.
But how?
From where?
From the hatches.
Even if we could get down there,
the boats are rowing away.
They're frightened of
the suction if she goes down.
Is that if or when?
So, what of the rest?
Pitched into the icy water?
I'm afraid you've miscalculated,
with your splits and your
hatches, Mr. Lightoller,
and hundreds of people will
drown who need not have done.
LIGHTOLLER:
Lower away.
We'll see you soon.
Take care.
You're Mrs. Widener, aren't you?
We haven't met.
I'm Lady Rothes.
My son can't swim.
(Flare exploding)
Oh, my dear.
Excuse me.
I'm not going to do it, no.
Grace, this is folly.
Giglio, you know
I'm not a democrat,
but at times like this
you are welcome to sit.
I'm trying to get my family
away.
We keep missing the boat.
Literally.
Mr. Andrews?
Some people ran through here on
their way to the promenade deck.
They said there are still
some boats there.
Thank you.
Will you come with us?
There's too much
rushing about already.
I prefer to wait
and see what happens.
Come on.
Good luck to you.
GEORGIANA:
Harry!
- HARRY: Georgiana!
- Harry!
I hoped you'd gone.
I prayed you'd gone.
No.
We've been unlucky.
Widener.
Hurry.
They've got one of
the collapsibles onto a davit,
and they're loading it now.
It may be the last boat
to get away.
Come on.
It's through here.
Left.
Manton. Here. This way.
Louisa,
I wish you'd let me explain.
You are funny.
Did you think you could keep
a secret like that?
Don't you know me at all?
Lady Manton!
No.
I'm not going.
Louisa, you must.
That's right.
We can stay together.
Whatever happens,
we'll just stay together.
Please.
Let me do one last thing
I can be proud of.
HUGH:
Louisa, you must.
I am not leaving you behind.
Mama.
Mama, please don't leave me!
There's one thing you could do
that would help me so very much,
my dear.
Live.
For me.
Please live.
Lady Manton, the boat must go.
Please, Mama!
Please come with me!
MAN:
Ready to lower!