Titanic (2012): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

(Crowd jeering)

(Engine rumbling)

(Shouting continues)

LORD PIRRIE:
Why is it taking so long?

Who's working on the wiring?

ANDREWS:
Jim Maloney.

Maloney?
He's a Catholic?

He's our best man.

You don't have to look
so offended.

I hire Catholics.

As you well know, I'm jeered at
in the street for it.



No, he can be the Pope's nephew,
as far as I'm concerned,

but if he doesn't get
this bloody wiring finished

in the next 10 days, we're
going to miss the bloody trials.

Steady on, Uncle Bill.
Deep breaths.

How's it going, Maloney?

Slowly, I'm afraid, Mr. Andrews.

You know our chairman,
Lord Pirrie.

Why is it going slowly?

The system is more complicated
than the scheduled time allows.

It's designed in sections that
are independent of each other.

Why?

The trips will mean
that if there's a fault in one,

all the others will continue
to function.

But there won't be a fault.
Not on Titanic.



- Ismay must be here by now.
- I'll be there in a minute.

Is there anything I can do
to sort it out?

Not unless you can sort
the country out.

Better men than I have tried.

Look at me.

I am a qualified engineer,

and I'm up a ladder
with a screwdriver.

That's how it is for a Catholic
in these parts.

So you have no faith
in the Home Rule Bill.

Even if they get it through
the Commons,

they'll tear it to shreds
in the Lords.

Why do you think those hooligans
are screaming at the gates?

They'd rather die
than see Home Rule.

There's no future for a Catholic
in Belfast.

If I had any sense, I'd be on
this ship on the way to America.

Why aren't you?

I have a family.

And even if I had the money
for the tickets,

there'd be nothing left to get
us started once we were there.

If you were in charge, what
would you do to change things?

Recruit new men, to begin with.

None of this lot know enough
about electricity.

Could you find a better team?

There are men
I have trained myself.

But if they come from
West Belfast,

will it be allowed?

Really, Thomas.
You're being stubborn.

We'll never need lifeboats
for every passenger.

They're ferries, nothing more.

If the liners sink at all,

they take a very long time
about it...

more than enough
for other boats to reach them.

Exactly.

When Republic sank, six people
were killed in the collision.

But everyone else had been
transferred to another vessel

before the ship went down.

LORD PIRRIE: And we have
the four collapsibles

in addition to the 16 boats,

so we've far more places
than we're obliged to provide.

Maybe, but it's...

It's what?

We seem to be cutting corners.

Do you mean to insult me
and the White Star Line?

Or is your target
your uncle's shipyard?

LORD PIRRIE: I'm sure he doesn't
mean to insult anyone.

Do you, Thomas?

No.
Of course not.

I apologize.

But we ought to be aware
of what's going on.

Look at the compartments
in the hull...

Aren't they
your stroke of genius?

They might have been

if I'd been allowed
to continue them up to the deck.

Oh, come on.

It would take a gash
of more than 200 feet

- before there was any danger.
- But it doesn't end there.

Why are we using iron rivets
instead of steel?

We know they're weaker.

- We have used steel rivets.
- Only on the sides.

We have iron at the prow
and the stern.

And where are we
getting them from?

Random makers,
no record with the company.

And as for the riveters
themselves...

It seems to me, Mr. Andrews,
you are trying to find fault.

Is this to serve as an excuse

when and if your design
is proved wanting?

- So you're missing the trials?
- Yes. I have to.

I'm needed
in the Liverpool office.

But good luck with it, and I'll
see you on the 10th of April.

I'm afraid I may fail you, too.

I woke up with a sore throat
this morning,

which I want to get rid of
before we sail.

- But I shall want a full report.
- You'll have one.

(Engine turns over)

How a man like that gets to be
head of the White Star Line

is a mystery to me.

Not an impenetrable one.

- His father owned the company.
(Chuckles)

Oh.

Ride your friend Maloney.

We can't miss the damn trials
because of the electrics.

No.

Maloney?

I have a proposition to make.

If I empower you to take over
the completion of the wiring,

you may recruit whom you like.

You'll also travel
with your family to New York

on Titanic's maiden voyage.

So your savings will give you
a start when you get there.

You'd pay for all six of us?

The company will provide free
third-class passage for you all.

Steerage.

Would your wife travel steerage?

For heaven's sake, man,

it's five days
of a little discomfort.

Is that a big price to pay
for a new life in a new country?

What about my work team?

You can have who you like.

Leave that with me.

Very well.

Good.

It's too late for a whole cabin
in third,

but I'll make sure you
and your sons are together

and your wife is with the girls.

That's good of you.

(Clanging in distance)

SMITH:
Any problems to report, Chief?

Anything we should know about
before we begin the trials?

Nothing yet, sir.

Ah. Good.

How are you doing with the crew,
Mr. Lightoller?

We're taking on men here
in Belfast and in Southampton.

No problems so far, sir.

Mr. Blair?

Well, if a second officer
is allowed to complain, sir,

the storage space is limited.

I'm packing equipment in
all over the place, sir.

Well, make sure someone knows
where it is.

We don't want to get caught out
if you fall overboard.

Are we taking any measures
against the anarchists, sir?

What?

These are dangerous times.

I think Officer Murdoch means
that a ship as famous as Titanic

is an obvious target, sir.

Gentlemen, all White Star ships
carry guns.

And I don't believe a bomb
would do sufficient damage

to take us down.

But I'm afraid that's all
I can say to reassure you.

Life is a risk
every day that passes.

The truth is, man might sink us,
even if nature can't.

MARY:
Steerage?

It won't be so bad.

No.

Of course it won't.

I'm sure it won't.

Not on Titanic.

How are your plans going?

For when we get to New York.

Whatever turns up, it's bound to
be better than Belfast.

It hasn't been so terrible.

There's no career for a Catholic
in Belfast, Mary.

There might be a job
in New York.

I have to weigh a doubt
against a certainty.

You've always worked.

I have survived on scraps
from the Protestants' table.

I only meant
you've always found work here,

so I know you will
when we get there.

I'm sure of it.

I hope you're right, darling.

Oh, God, I hope you're right.

(indistinct shouting
in distance)

I'm afraid I don't quite
understand, sir.

You're being very slow,
Mr. Lightoller.

The company has decided

that Mr. Wilde will replace
Mr. Murdoch as chief officer.

Mr. Murdoch will become
first officer,

and you will become second.

But, sir, we've already
allocated the duties between us.

Should we unravel all that when
we're sailing in a few hours?

WILDE:
May I say something, sir?

As you know, I've served
as chief to Captain Smith

in Titanic's sister ship,
Olympic.

There's little difference
between them,

and I believe it will be useful
to have a captain and a chief

who really know
how the ship works.

Exactly.

But I've served in Olympic,
too, sir.

I know how Titanic works.

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing
more to be said on the subject.

LIGHTOLLER:
So what happens now, sir?

Does Davy Blair replace Pitman,

Pitman Boxhal, Boxhal Lowe,
and so on?

No.

Mr. Blair will leave the ship
here in Southampton.

All other officers will remain
in their present posts.

Look, I'm sorry, Blair.

But you must understand

I can hardly countermand
a company order.

Of course not, sir.

Well, I'm sure they'll find you
a new berth soon enough.

I don't know what my mother
will say, sir.

She was so excited.

Well... I hope one day
she'll be able to forgive us.

(Indistinct conversations)

Theresa!

Will you stop that now and come
and stand by me, please?

Sean?

Sean!

Sean!
Where are you?

Sean!

Sean!

He belongs to you, I think.

Don't run away like that!

Thank you.

(Indistinct conversations)

Charming.

ANNIE:
Oh, no.

Uh, let me, sir.

Will the ship be full, sir?

First will be.

There are some places in second
and third.

Oh.

What's your name?

Oh.
Uh, Annie Desmond, sir.

And your position?

Cabin stewardess
in second class, sir,

and I look after the dining room

for the servants
of the first-class passengers.

Who will all be quite
as difficult as their employers.

That's not for me to say, sir.

(Chuckles)

Oh!

Sorry.

Crew?

Right to the end and turn left.

And next time
don't use these stairs.

What numbers do the tickets say?

I know where I'm going.

Come on.

Wait.

Why wasn't this unlocked
with the others?

MARIO:
Excuse me. Permiso.

PAOLO: Sorry.

Stay here.

All right.
Quickly. Quickly.

Come on!

MARY:
Come on. Come on.

All right.
Everybody in.

Come on.
Quickly.

Get on the beds.
Quickly.

Go.

Up you get.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hello.

ISMAY: There were a good many Italians
coming on board when I arrived.

I don't know about a good many.

There are some stokers,

the waiters
for Signor Gatti's restaurant.

- But that's about it.
- Keep it that way.

They're an excitable breed

and politically unstable,
to say the least of it.

We'll, uh, make sure they stick
to the straight and narrow, sir.

Have you heard Lord Pirrie
has canceled?

It's an ill wind.

I promised a cabin next to
Lord Manton for his daughter.

Now they can have it.

But there's a waiting list, sir.

And several passengers in first

wanted a larger cabin
if one came free.

Never mind that.

The cabin will be taken
by Lady Georgiana Grex.

So here we are.

Packed into steerage

with the sweepings
of the streets of the city.

Don't be such a grump.

It's not so bad.

- And it's not for long.
(Knock on door)

Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

Uh, sorry, Missus, but these men
have tickets for this cabin.

JIM:
We were shown in here.

Who by?

How do I know?
We've only just arrived.

MAN: Look, there must be
some other places for us.

We don't know each other.
We don't need to be together.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Excuse me, gentlemen.

I would like to see the tickets,
sir.

Oh, right.
Tickets.

(Grunts)

Um...

Uh, I had them
just a moment ago.

Oh, come on.
Let's leave them to it.

Come on.

HART: Sir. Just...
Just give me a minute, sir.

THERESA:
I'm thirsty, Ma.

Wait one minute, darling, and
we'll go and look for a drink.

But I'm thirsty now.

I'll take her.

Come on.

Excuse me.

MAN:
Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Sorry.

It wasn't made for you, then?

I don't like to think
of the shape of the man

this was made for.

(Chuckles)

Do you want me to fix it?

Thank you.

- You're very well equipped.
(Chuckles)

You wouldn't get far in my job
without a needle and thread.

(Indistinct conversations)

Thank you.

Sandrini.

Did I actually see you wink
at Lady Georgiana Grex?

She's very pretty.

Pretty?

Have you any idea
how offensive that is?

I don't think she was offended.
She smiled.

Silence!

One more incident like this,
Sandrini,

and you'll stay in your cabin
for the rest of the voyage.

You will also forfeit your pay.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Now, get back to work.

So, why New York?

Why not?

My reasons are no different
to any other passenger's.

Europe...

Europe was wrong for me.

I want a new start.

Do you think
we should have stayed

and tried to change things?

LUBOV:
I've done enough of all that.

JIM:
What? So you've given up?

And I don't care who knows it.

Let the downtrodden cringe
from the lash of their masters.

I'm off to the New World,
and I won't be back.

- JIM: Cheers.
(Rattling)

You dropped this.

Aren't you gonna thank him?

Thank you.

This is Peter Lubov.

This is my wife, Mary.

Mrs. Maloney.

What's the matter?
That's not like you.

Nothing.

(Indistinct conversations)

We had the captain this evening,
but we won't again.

He eats at a different table
every night.

What about the rest of your lot?

Uh, English lords,
Yankees millionaires.

Nice?

Nice enough.

For the most part.

Mine are all right.

At least passengers are.

First-class servants
are an odd bunch.

Grander than their masters
and touchy as a king in exile.

Oh, we almost had a fight
earlier on.

One of the valets was teasing
a lady's maid.

He stole her book.

I thought they'd come to blows.

- But they didn't?
- Mm.

Gave it back in the end.

He's got a soft spot for her.

Though I don't think he knows
it, and... she certainly doesn't.

I must get on.

I should not be in first class
anyway.

You're a bad influence.

You can't come with me.

I can try.

Lady Manton.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning, Captain.

What are you doing here?

I was curious.
I wanted a look.

Just don't make any trouble.

(Indistinct conversations)

Very good.

(Whispering indistinctly)

Are we allowed in?

We're only second class.

LIGHTOLLER: Everyone is welcome
at the service.

What do you mean "only"?

I am not "only" anything.

It just seems wrong that second
class and servants and steerage

are all to worship with us.

I think I may go back
to the cabin.

But the captain
would be so disappointed

if you weren't here.

(Chuckles)
- You can laugh.

But it is odd of them

to fling us all in together,
hugger-mugger.

Half of them look suspiciously
like Catholics.

I don't imagine Jesus minds
one bit.

(Indistinct conversations)

Thank God it's over.

HUGH:
Uh, Batley?

I'll come in search of you at
4:00 and take you back for tea.

Are you sure it's no bother?

Quite sure.
We're looking forward to it.

Aren't we, my dear?

(Indistinct conversations)

Is there a locksmith here?

The lady has a job for one.

BARNES: But I have to find
Lady Manton's maid.

And she's just gone down here.

I'm sorry, sir. Third-class
passengers only past this point.

Her ladyship has asked for her.

I can't help that, sir.

Ah.
Mr. Lightoller, please.

Miss Watson has just gone down
into third,

and now I have to go
and fetch her.

Oh.
Let him down.

Thank you.

It's, uh, it's when they try to
come the other way that matters.

What did you make
of first class?

Very elegant.

I'm sure it will be...

once the colors
have settled down.

Is there anything else?

Good night.

ANNIE:
Good night.

(Door closes)

Well, let's just hope there was
no one we know in the saloon.

Because I wouldn't want
any witnesses

to that exhibition of groveling.

I'm surprised
you have any stomach left

after crawling on it
for most of the afternoon.

I was being polite.

It was kind of Lord Manton
to invite us.

And we know why he was so kind.

He wanted to show his gratitude

to someone who has worked for
him with duty and discretion.

(Laughs)

Well, discretion I grant you.

What are you talking about?

About a young lady in leafy
Dulwich who doesn't know

that she's the bastard daughter
of the Earl of Manton,

thanks to the ever-so-discreet
John Batley, Esquire.

Have you been reading my papers?

No.
The birds told me.

Of course I read your papers.

Very dull they are, too,
most of them.

- You shouldn't have done that.
- What should I have done?

Locked in a boring house
on a boring street

in a boring suburb
of a city I hate.

What would you suggest I do?

Does he visit her?

No.

He thinks it might confuse her.

Maybe when she's grown up.

And why would he need to?

Got two healthy children
at home.

I wish I could have given you
a child.

Oh, please don't pretend
you think it was your fault.

What difference does it make?

Won't you tell me
what you want...

...what I could do
that might make you happy?

I'll tell you what I don't want.

I don't want to have to
pay court to my Lady of Manton,

who thinks she's so far above us

when she's got the brains
of a kipper

and the charisma of an egg.

All right.

(Laughs softly)

Why is it so hard
for you to understand

that I want to feel,
just once...

just once...
that my life is worth living?

That it matters that I was born.

That a part, a speck
of my existence has some...

tiny, infinitesimal value.

It has value to me.

Ah.
You found her, then.

Yes.
Thank you.

She, uh,
she doesn't look too clever.

Uh, Miss Watson's just having
a bout of seasickness.

Well, then she has my sympathy.

It'll pass.

There you are.

I wondered where you'd got to.

I felt like a breath of air.

Theresa says
we're like six little pigs

packed into that cabin,

all trussed
and bound for market.

We're six people
bound for a new life.

And we'll have plenty of air
to breathe when we get there.

We Will.

How are the children?

Washed and changed,

but they need their ma
to take them for tea.

Really, Officer,

I wish you would explain
the company policy.

We have Madame Aubart,

whom I gather is almost a
woman of the streets!

Well, everyone has a right
to cross the Atlantic.

(Indistinct conversations)

But not in first class!

And what about that frightful
Mrs. Brown?

It's bad enough that one
has to put up with the rudeness

of people like the Wideners,

but why should we have to suffer
Mrs. Brown?

She shrieks
like a panicking mule,

yet last night she had
the captain at her table.

I'm sure he looked at me
as though he was suffering,

but that doesn't alter the fact
that it was wrong.

(Sighs)

ISMAY:
We never race.

Let Cunard collect
the Blue Riband.

Well, I wasn't
talking about racing,

just making up a little time.

At that rate, we could arrive
half a day earlier.

White Star offers reliability
and luxury second to none.

That's enough.

A few hours here or there
will make no difference.

Oh, I think I can hear
my bed calling.

Good night, gentlemen.

SMITH:
Good night.

Well... we'll see about that.

I have never seen such
a clear sky or a calmer sea.

I think we can make
a little headway

without frightening the horses.

We have had
some ice warnings, sir,

from various ships in the area.

Well, our course is well south
of the ice field.

LIGHTOLLER:
I can't find the binoculars.

Does anyone know
where Davy put them?

We'll send out a search party
in the morning.

(Laughs)

That's it for me.

I'll take a tour, then turn in.

I meant what I said.

You'll let me know
of any changes.

Righto, sir.

(Laughs) Made it!

So that is five hearts achieved,

plus 50 for the insult
from this naughty man here.

(Laughter)
- Whose deal is it?

ASTOR:
Mine.

All Well?

Seems so.

Except Mr. Lightoller has lost
the binoculars.

According to Davy Blair,
it's all your fault.

Not enough storage.

(Both laugh)

How was your tea party?

Oh.

That's clever of you, Captain,
to recognize me.

It's my job.

I never think of myself
as particularly memorable.

But yes, it was, uh, enjoyable.

Thank you.

Well, it's Lord Manton
you must thank.

And Mrs. Batley...
Did she have a good time?

It is hard for Mrs. Batley
to have a good time.

I don't know why I said that.

I do apologize.

Please forgive me.

No.
Of course.

Well... I'll say good night.

(Rumbling)

(Gasps)

What now?

We must find out how many
compartments are affected.

Get that!
Shut this down!

MAN:
I've got it, sir.

BLAKE:
Come on! All of them!

(indistinct shouting)

Come on!
Put your backs into it!

This is as far as it goes.

Yes, but...

it's the fifth compartment
to be penetrated.

If it had been the third
or even the fourth...

(Shouting continues)

What are you saying?

We have two hours.

Two and a half if we're lucky.

She can't sink!

She can't float.

Not for much longer.

Come on!

(indistinct shouting)

We've hit an iceberg, sir.

They've stopped the engines.

The water's up to F deck
in the mail room.

MURIEL:
Not yet.

Just... Just put it on
and come with me.

No.
I have to get my jewels first.

- Never mind that.
- I'm not giving them up.

What else have I got to show
for the last 20 years?

As soon as you're ready,
make your way

to the second-class section
of the boat deck.

Of course. Let's make sure even
our drowning is second class.

Put on your life jacket.

No.
I don't like to.

If you don't wear one,

men like me might think
they don't have to.

What do you mean,
"men like you"?

Men who can't face reality.

Thank you.

(Shouting in distance)

WILDE: We've made contact
with Carpathia, sir,

and they're coming.

But they're four hours away.

What's the matter with that ship
on the horizon?

Why aren't they responding?

What are they doing?

The boats are ready, sir,
but we have to start loading.

SMITH:
I don't think...

They're saying
we only have 90 minutes.

I-I must start.

You're confident
about the lowering procedures?

Well... Well, I won't fill them
in case they split.

I'll... I'll put the women in
and the children.

Then the men can swim out
to the empty places.

And you've discussed all this
with Andrews?

I'm sure he'll approve
the plan, sir.

Do I have your permission?

I don't understand.

We must begin to load, sir!

Mr. Wilde?

I think we should wait to hear
what the captain has to say.

Right, sir.

I'll take that as an order
to lower the boats.

The boats were tested full
in Belfast?

Weren't they?

(Indistinct shouting)
- PAOLO: Annie!

They won't wear them.

No. I have to get my jewels.

Your jewels are gone.
Put this on.

There's no point to this!
Let's try to get to the boats!

What in God's name
is going on here?

Close it down.
Now.

And get them all up on deck.

LOUISA: Thank God I kept
the best of mine out.

What a stroke of luck.

As if you needed luck,
you patronizing bitch!

- Mrs. Batley...
- No more gracious put-downs.

I am not in the mood.

You think you're so smart,
so fine, so aristocratic.

You are pathetic, stupid,
and ignorant.

- You get back.
- You are selfish and unkind...

- You get away from us! Batley!
- ...and... and ill-mannered...

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, aren't you?

What about your grubby
little secrets in Dulwich?

Come away, you foolish,
foolish woman!

Are you pleased with yourself?

So now, even if we do survive,

I won't have a job
to come home to?

Oh, stop whining.

TURNBULL:
Will you all please stay calm?

(indistinct shouting)

You will be taken
up on deck very soon!

There is no danger!

Why do you keep saying that when
there's every bloody danger?

Why are you holding them
down here?

What are you afraid of?

Let the women and children
through, at least!

Ma, I'm scared.

Don't be, darling.

They're only shouting
because it's their way.

We'll be out of here in no time.

MAN: There are women
and children down here!

Let the kiddies out!

- You got no right!
- We're losing control.

If we don't do something, we're
gonna have a riot on our hands.

We've got our orders.

MAN:
You can't do this!

Send the women with young
children to the front,

and I'll take the first group
up on deck.

Come on.

Come on. You're with me.
Come on. Come on.

(Shouting continues)

HART:
Thank you.

That's enough!

Stand back!
Keep back!

Let my wife and children
through...

Stand back!

Hey. Hey.
What's that?

I said... stand back.

Mary, go!

- Go! Go now!
- Go! Go! Go! Go!

JIM:
Go, children!

Mary! Sean!

TURNBULL Back!

(Grunts)

(Shouting continues)

(Keys jingling)

ANNIE:
Make your way to the boat deck.

Take them to A deck.

They're loading straight from
the windows of the promenade.

- Turn back!
- Come on. This way.

Turn back.
Make your way to A deck.

It's this way.
Come on.

Make your way to A deck.
We're going to A deck.

Mother, please!

I can't!

I just can't!

That's all there is to it,
and I'm staying right here!

Can I help?
Can I help?

Yes. My mother won't wear
her life vest.

And I won't get on a boat.

Now, Mrs. Gibson.

You want to help Dorothy,
don't you?

She won't leave without you,

so for her to be safe,
then you must be safe.

I guess.

Thank you, Mr. Lightoller.

All right.

Oh, wait, wait.
Wait, wait.

Here.
Take this.

I can't carry
a bottle of brandy.

There may be others on the boat
who will need it.

Especially if you pull anyone in
from the sea.

Go. Go.

(Indistinct conversations)

Sir, please.

Sir, let her take her place.

- PAOLO: Come on.
- ANNIE: Careful.

- Mind the steps.
- PAOLO: And your head.

- ANNIE: One at a time, please.
- WOMAN: Ooh! Ooh!

(Creaking)

ANNIE:
Next, please.

Are these ladies first class?

ANNIE:
No, sir.

We are only loading the ladies
from first class.

Is there ice in your veins?

MURDOCH:
What's the trouble here?

ANNIE: We're trying to help
the ladies, sir.

They're second class and ought
to be on the boat deck, sir.

Just help them
and be done with it.

Excuse me, please.

Are there any more women?

- Are there any children?
(Flare exploding)

(Women screaming)

Are there any more women?

JOHN:
Here!

Excuse me. Thank you.
Excuse me.

- Is this right for second class?
- It is now.

Come along.
Fast as you can.

Can we both get in?

Yes.
I don't see why not.

Mr. Lightoller says no men,

but what's the point
when there's no more women?

Go on.
Go on!

HART: Wait!
There's women and children here.

Mr. Hart?!

They've been holding
the steerage below, sir.

MURDOCH:
Well, get them on board, then.

On you go!

HART:
Through the window.

Into the boat.

- MURDOCH: You're fine. Come on.
- Stay close to me.

MURDOCH:
Go on.

Gentlemen, we're freeing the
collapsibles on the top deck,

so you ought to get up there.

How are you doing
with the boats?

All gone.
Or nearly all.

The collapsibles will be
the last.

So you should all go now
to the boat deck.

If you can't find a collapsible,

then climb down a rope
and swim out.

Don't wait for her to sink.

I somehow can't picture it,
can you, Giglio?

Of course,
you must go if you want to.

No, thank you, sir.

Well, I don't really care
to be on the boat deck.

Not as things are.

Situations like this

really don't bring out the best
in people.

Mr. Andrews?

- Please let my children pass!
(Indistinct shouting)

Please let my children pass!
(Screams)

Help her!
Get the children onto the boat!

Give me your hand.

(Gasps)

JOHN:
Muriel.

Muriel! My God!
Muriel!

MAN:
Let them through!

Oh!

JOHN:
Let me see.

No.
I-It's not broken.

It's fine.
I'm fine!

I can stand.

Hart!
Get in there and take charge!

HART:
Yes, sir.

Batley?

Here.
Let me help you.

Go.

Go. Just go.

(Shouting continues)

Look.
They're loading.

Loading a boat!

Is that boat full?

They're lowering it.
We're too late.

No, we're not too late.

We're not too late.
We're not too late.

I think there's another boat.

(Dog whimpering)

MURIEL:
Oh, poor thing.

I'm sorry.

What for?

All of it.

Oh.

No, John.

I'm sorry.

I was nice when you married me,
wasn't I?

I wonder what happened
to that nice, reasonable woman.

When did she go away?

I know why she went.

Because of me.

Because I gave you nothing
that I promised.

Oh, my dear...

there's so much I wish
I'd spared you.

You could have spared me
Croydon.

(Laughs)

Well, let's be friends now.

Let's put all our regrets
behind us

and... and die at peace
with one another.

Please, John.

Regrets?

How could I have any regrets

when marrying you was
the most exciting...

the only exciting thing
I've ever done?

(Laughs)
- How... How could I regret that?

Come on.

If we're going down,
we should go down fighting.

(indistinct shouting)

LIGHTOLLER: Everyone lift
on the count of three.

One, two, three.

Lift!

Come on!
Harder!

Come on!
Lift!

(Grunting)

Come on!

(Rumbling)

What is that?

LIGHTOLLER:
Lift!

I love you.