Paramount+ original film Titanic was released December 19, 1997.
#Titanic cleared $2.201B at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 87%
metacritic: 75
imdb: 7.9
oscars: 11 wins
golden globes: 4 wins
SAG awards: 1 win
Rose DeWitt Bukater
Rose Bukater boards the SMS Titanic on the way to her wedding in Philadelphia, PA.
Best Actress in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 1998
Best Actress – Motion Picture Drama
1 nomination: 1998
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 1998
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It doesn’t look any bigger than the Mauretania. My coat?” — Rose Bukater
“No. It had a lot of faces on it. This is the one. Yes. We need a little color in this room. The difference between Cal’s taste in art… …and mine is that I have some. They’re fascinating. Like being inside a dream or something. There’s truth but no logic.” — Rose Bukater
“Something Picasso. Let’s put the Degas in the bedroom.” — Rose Bukater
“Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you. Excuse me.” — Rose Bukater
“Stay back. Don’t come any closer. No. Stay where you are. I mean it. I’ll let go. What do you mean, no I won’t? Don’t presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don’t know me. You’re distracting me. Go away. Don’t be absurd. You’ll be killed. The fall alone will kill you.” — Rose Bukater
“How cold? What? I know what ice fishing is! You’re crazy.” — Rose Bukater
“Rose DeWitt Bukater. Help, please! Help! Please, help me!” — Rose Bukater
“Cal. Cal, stop. It was an accident. It was. Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the, uh… …uh, uh, the uh…. propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here… …saved me. And almost went over himself.” — Rose Bukater
“Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?” — Rose Bukater
“Good gracious. Is it a– The Heart of the Ocean. It’s overwhelming.” — Rose Bukater
“Mr. Dawson, I– Jack. I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for pulling me back, but for your discretion. Look. I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?” — Rose Bukater
“Well I… it was everything. It was my whole world and… …all the people in it. And the inertia of my life, plunging ahead and me… …powerless to stop it.” — Rose Bukater
“500 invitations have gone out. All of Philadelphia society will be there. And all the while I feel I’m… …standing in the middle of a crowded room… …screaming at the top of my lungs… …and no one even looks up.” — Rose Bukater
“Pardon me? You’re being very rude. You shouldn’t be asking me this. This is not a suitable conversation. This is absurd. You don’t know me and I don’t know you… …and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude… …and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving now… …Jack. Mr. Dawson. It’s been a pleasure.” — Rose Bukater
“I sought you out to thank you and now I have thanked you. Well, you deserved it. Right. I am. You are so annoying. Wait. I don’t have to leave. This is my part of the ship. You leave.” — Rose Bukater
“What is this stupid thing you’re carrying around? So, what are you, an artist or something? Well… these are rather good. They’re very good, actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.” — Rose Bukater
“Paris? You do get around for a p– well, a– a person of limited means. Well, well, well. And these were drawn from life? You liked this woman. You used her several times.” — Rose Bukater
“I think you must have had a love affair with her. Oh. Well, you have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people. And?” — Rose Bukater
“Why can’t I be like you? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it. Say we’ll go there sometime, to that pier… …only if we just talk about it.” — Rose Bukater
“You mean with one leg on each side? Can you show me? Teach me to ride like a man. And spit like a man. No. Jack! No, Jack, no. Wait. I couldn’t possibly, Jack. That’s disgusting. Mm-hm.” — Rose Bukater
“Mother. May I introduce Jack Dawson? Shall we go dress, Mother? See you at dinner, Jack.” — Rose Bukater
“Darling… …surely you remember Mr. Dawson.” — Rose Bukater
“There’s the Countess of Rothes. That’s John Jacob Astor… …the richest man on the ship. His little wifey, Madeleine, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she’s trying to hide it. Quite the scandal. Hmm. That’s Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress, Madame Aubert. Mrs. Guggenheim… …is at home with the children, of course. And over here… …we have Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals.” — Rose Bukater
“J.J., Madeleine, I’d like you to meet Jack Dawson.” — Rose Bukater
“It happens Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He showed me some of his work today. Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews.” — Rose Bukater
“No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much. To making it count.” — Rose Bukater
“Next is brandy in the smoking. Now they retreat to congratulate each other on being masters of the universe. No, I’ll stay here.” — Rose Bukater
“Must you go? I can’t understand you.” — Rose Bukater
“Jack. Jack, wait. I can’t do this. I don’t know the steps. Wait! Jack! Wait! Stop, Jack! What? Wait.” — Rose Bukater
“Jack, no. What, you think a first-class girl can’t drink? Oh! I’m fine.” — Rose Bukater
“So… …you think you’re big tough men? Let’s see you do this. Hold this for me, Jack. Hold it up. Ow! I haven’t done that in years.” — Rose Bukater
“I was tired. I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me. I’m not one of your mill foremen that you can command. I’m your fiancée. No.” — Rose Bukater
“We had a little accident. I’m sorry. Let me help you.” — Rose Bukater
“Stop it, Mother. You’ll give yourself a nosebleed. Of course I know. You remind me every day. How can you put this on me? I’m being selfish? It’s so unfair.” — Rose Bukater
“Mr. Andrews… forgive me. I did the sum in my head… …and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned… forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.” — Rose Bukater
“Jack, this is impossible. I can’t see you. No, Jack. No. Jack. I’m engaged. I’m marrying Cal. I love Cal. Jack, I–” — Rose Bukater
“Well, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Really. It’s not up to you to save me, Jack. I’m going back. Leave me alone.” — Rose Bukater
Cal Hockley
“You can be blasé about some things, Rose… …but not about Titanic. It’s over 100 feet longer than Mauretania… …and far more luxurious. Your daughter is far too difficult to impress, Ruth. It is unsinkable. God Himself could not sink this ship– what?! I put my faith in you good sir. Now kindly see my man.”
“Ladies… …we better hurry. Come along.”
“Mmm. God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.”
“Something Picasso. He won’t amount to a thing. He won’t, trust me. At least they were cheap.”
“Hear, hear. She knows. Hm. We’ll both have the lamb. Rare, with very little mint sauce. Hm, you like lamb, right sweet pea? Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won’t I, Mrs. Brown?”
“This is completely unacceptable! What made you think you can put your hands on my fiancée?! Look at me, you filth! What do you think you were doing? An accident? Propellers? You wanted to see the… she wanted to see the propellers.”
“Look at you. You must be freezing. Let’s get you inside. Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a 20 should do it. Rose is displeased. What to do? I know. Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening… …to regale our group… …with your heroic tale. Good. It’s settled then. This should be interesting.”
“I know you’ve been melancholy. I don’t pretend to know why. I intended to save this… …until the engagement gala next week… …but, I thought… …tonight. Perhaps as a reminder of my feelings for you.”
“Diamond. Yes. 56 carats to be exact. It was worn by Louis XVI. And they called it Le Coeur de la Mer. The Heart of the Ocean. Yes. Well, it’s for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, there’s nothing I couldn’t give you. There’s nothing I’d deny you… …if you would not deny me.”
“Open your heart to me, Rose. Jack! No, Jack, no. Wait.”
“Thousands of tons of Hockley steel are in this ship. All the right ones. She’ll be along. There is the Countess.”
“Dawson. It’s amazing. You could almost pass for a gentleman. This is extraordinary.”
“Why, thank you. Sweet pea, sweet pea.”
“Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of help to my fiancée last night. Rose and I differ in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work, sir.”
“Hmm. A real man makes his own luck. Right, Dawson?”
“May I escort you to the cabin? That’s best. It’ll be all business and politics. Wouldn’t interest you. But Dawson, good of you to come.”
“–beyond the jurisdiction of the Sherman Act. That’s what my lawyers will argue.”
“You didn’t come to last night. Your exertions below deck were no doubt exhausting. You will never behave like that again. My fiancée. My fiancée! Yes, you are! And my wife! My wife in practice, if not yet by law, so you will honor me! You will honor me the way a wife honors her husband. Because I will not be made a fool of. Is this in any way unclear? Good. Excuse me.”
“It’s a waste of deck space as it is on an unsinkable ship.”
Jack Dawson
Best Actor – Motion Picture Drama
1 nomination: 1998
“When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose. Sven? All right, moment of truth. Someone’s life is about to change. Fabrizio? Niente. Olaf? Nothing. Sven? Uh-oh. Two pair. I’m sorry, Fabrizio.”
“I’m sorry… …you’re not gonna see your mom again for a… …longtime… …’cause we’re going to America. Full house, boys! Oh!”
“I’m going home! I’m going home.”
“Shit. Fabri. Come on. Come on, here. Here. We’re riding in high style now! We’re a couple of regular swells. We’re practically goddamn royalty… …ragazzo mio.”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoo! Maybe, but I’ve got the tickets. Come on, I thought you were fast. Whoa. Wait! Wait! Hey, wait! We’re passengers! Of course. Anyway, we don’t have any lice. We’re Americans. Both of us.”
“We’re the luckiest sons of bitches in the world. You know that? Good-bye! Of course not. That’s not the point. Good-bye! I’ll miss you.”
“G-60. G-60. G-60. Excuse me, ma’am. G-60. Oh, right here. Hey, how you doing? Jack. Nice to meet you. Jack Dawson. Nice to meet you. How you doing? Who says you get top bunk, huh?”
“Hey, look, look, look! See it? There’s another one! See him? Look at that one! Look at him jump! Whoo! I’m the king of the world! Yee-hah!”
“Let us know where we rank in the scheme of things. Jack Dawson.”
“Don’t do it. Come on. Just give me your hand. I’ll pull you back over. No, you won’t. Well, you would have done it already. I can’t. I’m involved now. You let go, and I’m going to have to jump in there after you. I’m a good swimmer. It would hurt. I’m not saying it wouldn’t.”
“Tell you the truth… …I’m a lot more concerned about that water being so cold. Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh… …ever been to Wisconsin? Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing… …out on Lake Wissota.”
“Ice fishing is, you know, where you– sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I… …fell through some thin ice. And I’m telling you… …water that cold, like right down there… …it hits you like 1000 knives stabbing you all over your body. You cant’ breathe. You can’t think. Least not about anything but the pain.”
“Which is why I’m not looking forward to jumping in there after you. Like I said… …I don’t have a choice. I guess I’m kind of hoping you’ll come back over the rail and… …and get me off the hook here. That’s what everybody says but… …with all due respect, miss… …I’m not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. Come on, give me your hand. You don’t want to do this. Phew.”
“I’m Jack Dawson. I’ll have to get you to write that one down. Come on. I got you. Come on. Listen. Listen to me. Listen. Listen to me. I’ve got you. I won’t let you go. Now pull yourself up. Come on! Come on. That’s right. You can do it. I got you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it. Sure. Count me in. Can I bum a smoke?”
“Well, I’ve been on my own since I was 15, since my folks died. And I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country… …so I lit on out of there and I haven’t been back since. You could just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind.”
“Well, Rose, we’ve walked about a mile around this boat deck and… …chewed over how great the weather’s been and how I grew up… …but I reckon that’s not why you came to talk to me, is it? Jack.”
“You’re welcome. No. No, that’s not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was… ..what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out? God, look at that thing. You would have gone straight to the bottom.”
“Do you love him? Do you love him? Well, it’s a simple question. Do you love the guy or not? Why can’t you just answer the question?”
“And you’ve insulted me. Right. I thought you were leaving. Oh-ho-ho-ho. Well, well, well. Now who’s being rude?”
“Ah, they didn’t think too much of them in old Paree. Go on. A poor guy. You can say it. Well, that’s one of the good things about Paris. Lots of girls are willing to take their clothes off. Well. She had beautiful hands, you see?”
“No, no, no. Just with her hands. She was a one-legged prostitute. See? She had a good sense of humor though. Oh, and this lady… she used to sit at this bar every night… …wearing every piece of jewelry she owned… …just waiting for her long, lost love. we called her Madame Bijoux. See, her clothes are all moth-eaten.”
“I see you. You wouldn’t have jumped.”
“After that, I worked on a squid board in Monterey… …then I went to Los Angeles to the… …Santa Monica pier and did portraits for 10 cents each. No, we’ll do it. We’ll drink cheap beer. Ride on the roller coaster till we throw up. We’ll ride horses on the beach, in the surf. But you have to do it like a real cowboy. No sidesaddle stuff.”
“Yeah. Sure, if you like. Chew tobacco like a man. You didn’t learn in finishing school? Come on, I’ll show you. I’ll show you how. Watch closely. Your turn. That was pitiful. You really have to hawk it back. Get some leverage. Use your arms. Arc your neck. You see the range on that thing? Okay, go. That was better. You have to work on it. Really try to hawk it up.”
“Not really. Pretty close.”
“I saw that in a nickelodeon and always wanted to do it. Almost.”
“Certainly. No, the Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.”
“The best I’ve seen, ma’am. Hardly any rats. Are all these mine?”
“Right now, my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I’m on God’s good humor. I work my way from to place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my ticket on Titanic at a lucky hand at poker. A very lucky hand.”
“Mmm. Yes, ma’am, I do. I’ve got everything I need right here with me. I have air in my lungs and blank sheets of paper. I love waking up, not knowing what will happen or who I’ll meet. Where I’ll wind up.”
“One night I’m sleeping under a bridge… …now I’m on the grandest ship in the world, with you fine people. I’ll take more of that. Life’s a gift. I don’t intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you’ll get dealt. You take life as it comes at you. Here, Cal. Make each day count.”
“Here, Molly. No, thanks. I have to head back. Time for me to row with the slaves. Good night, Rose.”
“Want to go to a real party? I’m going to dance with her now. Come on. Come on. Come with me. We’ll have to get a bit closer. Like this. You’re still my best girl, Cora. Me, either. Just go with it. Don’t think.”
“Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Wow!”
“Get out of here. Are you all right? Whoa! Jesus! You okay?”
“Hello, Mr. Andrews. I need to talk to someone. I was here last night, remember? He’ll tell you. I just need to talk– I don’t want your money. Let me speak to Rose.”
“I need to talk to you. Rose… …you’re no picnic. All right? You’re a spoiled little brat even. But under that, you’re the most amazingly, astounding… …wonderful girl… …woman, that I’ve ever known. No, let me try and get this out. You’re ama–“
“I’m not an idiot. I know how the world works. I’ve got ten bucks in my pocket. I have nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I’m too involved now. You jump, I jump. Remember? I can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be all right. That’s all that I want.”
“Really? I don’t think so. They’ve got you trapped, Rose. And you’re gonna die if you don’t break free. Maybe not right away… …because you’re strong… …but sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose… …that fire is gonna burn out.”
“You’re right. Only you can do that.”
Ruth DeWitt Bukater
“So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.”
“You know I don’t like that, Rose. What’s gotten into you? I do apologize.”
“But the purpose of university is to find a suitable husband. Rose has already done that. Quickly, get up before she sits with us. We’re awfully sorry, you missed it. The Countess and I were just off to take the air on the boat deck.”
“Charmed, I’m sure.”
“Which part? Then you’re accountable if there’s a problem. Where’s Rose?”
“Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they’re quite good on this ship.”
“Where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson? How do you have means to travel? And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing?”
“Tea, Trudy. You’re not to see that boy again. You understand? Rose, I forbid it. This is not a game. Our situation is precarious. You know the money’s gone.”
“Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. That name is the only card that we have to play. I don’t understand you. It is a fine match with Hockley. It will ensure our survival. Why are you being so selfish?”
“Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want? To see our fine things sold at auction? Our memories scattered to the wind?”
“Of course it’s unfair. We’re women. Our choices are never easy. Mmm?”
“Why are there two steering wheels?”
Spicer Lovejoy
“All the trunks from that car there. 12 from here. And the safe, to the parlor suite… …rooms B-52, 54, 56.”
“Put it in there. In the wardrobe. Put it in the wardrobe.”
“You’ll want to tie those. It’s interesting… …the young lady slipped so suddenly… …and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.”
“Mr. Hockley and Mrs. DeWitt Bukater… are still appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude– –and remind you you are in third class and your presence here… …is no longer appropriate. Gentlemen, please see Mr. Dawson returns to where he belongs… …and that he stays there.”
Molly Brown
“Well, I wasn’t about to wait all day for you, sonny. Here, if you think you can manage.”
“You gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal? Hey, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce? She’s a pistol, Cal. Hope you can handle her.”
“Hello, girls. I was hoping I’d catch you at tea. What a lovely idea. I need to catch up on my gossip. Countess.”
“Sounds like you’re a good man to have around in a sticky spot. Why do they always insist on announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge? Uh, son? Son! Do you have any idea what you’re doing? You’re about to go into the snake pit.”
“What are you going to wear? I figured. Come on. I was right. You and my son are just about the same size. You shine up like a new penny.”
“Escort a lady to dinner? Ain’t nothing to it. They love money. So just pretend like you struck a gold mine and you’re in the club. Hey, Astor.”
“Start from the outside and work your way in. Well said, Jack.”
“But Mr. Brown didn’t know I’d hid the money in the stove. He comes home drunk as a pig celebrating and lights a fire.”
Bruce Ismay
“She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man… …in all history. And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here… …designed her from the keel plates up. I’ll have the salmon.”
“Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability… …luxury, and above all, strength. Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?”
“So, you’ve not yet lit the last four boilers? The press knows the size of Titanic. Now, I want them to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print. This maiden voyage of Titanic must… …make headlines.”
“Of course I’m just a passenger. I leave it to your good offices to decide what’s best. But what a glorious end to your final crossing… …if we were to get into New York on Tuesday night… …and surprise them all. Make the morning papers. Retire with a bang, eh, E.J.? Good man.”
“He knows every rivet in her. Ladies, thank you for your company.”
Thomas Andrews
“I may have knocked her together, but… …the idea was Mr. Ismay’s. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale… …and so luxurious in… …its appointments… …that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is. Willed into solid reality.”
“Thank you, Rose.”
“We use this one near shore.”
“About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits… …which can take an extra row of boats inside this one. But it was thought, by some… …the deck would look too cluttered. So, I was overruled.”
“Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She’s all the lifeboat you need. Just keep heading aft. The next stop will be the engine room.”
Captain Edward James Smith
“Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let’s stretch her legs.”
“No, I don’t see the need. We are making excellent time. Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines… …until they’ve been properly run in.”
“Thank you, Sparks. Not to worry. Quite normal for this time of year. In fact, we’re speeding up. I’ve ordered the last boilers lit.”
John Jacob Astor
“Hello, Molly. Nice to see you. Well, Jack… …are you of the Boston Dawsons? Oh, yes.”
Porter
“All third-class passengers… …with a forward berth… …this way please! This queue!”
“All third-class passengers queue here for health inspection.”
SMS Titanic
“It’s a big boat, huh? Daddy, it’s a ship. You’re right.”
“Sir, sir. Sir! You have to check your baggage through the main terminal. It’s round that way, sir. Yes sir. It’s my pleasure, sir. If I can do anything at all… yes, right.”
“I have it, miss.”
“Welcome aboard, ma’am. Welcome to Titanic.”
“No, mate. Titanic go to America, in 5 minutes.”
“Have you been through the inspection queue? Right. Come aboard.”
“Come with me, darling. Let’s go.”
“Where’s Sven?”
“This is your private promenade deck, sir. Will you be requiring anything? Excuse me.”
“This one? Would you like all of them out, miss?”
“What’s the artist’s name?”
“Yes sir. All full ahead, Mr. Moody.”
“Very good, sir. All ahead full. All ahead full! Come on lads, step lively! All right! Let’s stoke her right up! We go full ahead! Come on, put your backs into it!”
“21 knots, sir.”
“Yeah. It’s an Irish ship. No, it was built in Ireland. 15,000 Irishmen built this ship. Solid as a rock. Big Irish hands. That’s typical. First-class dogs come down here to take a shite. Like we could forget? I’m Tommy Ryan. Do you make any money with your drawings? Ah, forget it, boyo. You’d as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to… …the likes of her.”
“What’s all this? You stand back and… …don’t move an inch! Fetch the Master at Arms.”
“Like I said, women and machinery do not mix.”
“Was that the way of it?”
“Well, the boy’s a hero then. Good for you, son. Well done. So, it’s all’s well and back to our brandy, eh? Perhaps a little something for the boy?”
“Look, here comes that vulgar Brown woman.”
“Good evening, sir.”
“Congratulations. She’s splendid.”
“How do you take your caviar, sir?”
“All life is a game of luck. Hear, hear.”
“To making it count. Bravo.”
“Join me in a brandy, gentlemen?”
“Joining us, Dawson? You don’t want to stay with the women. Ah.”
“Bom, bom, bom.”
“That’s what Rockefeller said– Supreme Court didn’t swallow it.”
“Two out of three.”
“Come on, lads. Give it all you got. Let’s go.”
“Coffee, sir? Oh, Miss Rose. That’s all right. It’s all right, miss. It’s all right, miss.”
“♪ Protect them by Thy guiding hand ♪ From every peril on the land ♪ O, spirit whom the Father sent ♪ To spread abroad the firmament ♪ O, wind of heaven, by Thy might ♪ Save all who dare the eagle’s flight ♪ And keep them by Thy watchful care… ♪ “
“You’re not supposed to be in here. No. Now please turn around. Yes, sir. Come along, you.”
“♪ Hear us when we cry to Thee ♪ For those in peril on the sea ♪”
“Excuse me, sir. Another ice warning from the Noordam.”
“Okay, son, wind it up tight like I showed you, that’s right. Okay, now let it go. It was good, wasn’t it? Quite nice. That’s excellent.”
Fabrizio
“Jack, you are pazzo. You bet everything we have. Niente. Come on. I go to America!”
“You see? Is my destino. Like I told you… I go to America to be millionaire. Bastardo. You are pazzo. Aspetta!”
“You know somebody? Good-bye! I will never forget you!”
“I can see the Statue of Liberty already. Very small, of course.”
“The ship is nice, huh? Is English, no? Fabrizio.”
“Is okay I put my hand here? Bravo!”
Sven
“You moron. I can’t believe you bet our tickets.”
Old Rose
Best Actress in a Supporting Role
1 nomination: 1998
Best Supporting Actress – Motion Picture
1 nomination: 1998
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Supporting Role
1 win: 1998
“Turn that up, dear. I’ll be goddamned.”
“I was just wondering if you had found… …the ‘Heart of the Ocean’ yet, Mr. Lovett. Oh, yes. The woman in the picture is me.”
“Oh, yes. Very nice. Have you met my granddaughter, Lizzy. She takes care of me. Oh, yes. There. That’s nice. Have to have my pictures when I travel. Yes. I would like to see my drawing.”
“It was a dreadful, heavy thing. I only wore it this once. It is me, dear. Wasn’t I a dish? I should imagine someone named Hockley.”
“This was mine. How extraordinary. And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. Hmm. The reflection has changed a bit.”
“Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was… …somewhat different.”
“Oh. No. No! It’s been 84 years– do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett? It’s been 84 years… …and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was. It really was.”
“It was the ship of dreams… …to everyone else. to me, it was a slave ship… …taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.”
“At Cherbourg, a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown. We all called her Molly. History would call her the Unsinkable Molly Brown. Her husband had struck gold someplace out west. And she was what Mother called ‘new money.’ By the next afternoon… …we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland… …with nothing out ahead of us but ocean.”
“I saw my whole life as if I’d already lived it. And endless parade of parties and cotillions… …yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice… …with no one to pull me back. No one who cared… …or even noticed.”
“The others were gracious and curious about the man who’d saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.”
“He must have been nervous, but he never faltered. They assumed he was one of them. Heir to a railroad fortune, perhaps. New money, obviously, but still a member of the club.”
“Mother, of course, could always be counted on.”
Rose’s granddaughter
“It’s okay. I’ll feed you in a minute. What is it?”
“Hi. Thanks. We just met a few minutes ago. Remember, Nana? Up on deck?”
“You actually think this is you, Nana? April 14, 1912.”
“I’m taking her to rest. Come on, Nana.”
TV Reporter
“Treasure hunter Brock Lovett is best known for finding Spanish gold… now he has charted Russian subs to reach the most famous shipwreck of all, the Titanic. He is live with us via satellite from the research ship Keldysh… …in the North Atlantic. Hello, Brock. Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy… …over salvage rights and even ethics. Many are calling you a graverobber.”
Brock Lovett
“Okay, take her up and over the bow rail. Mir 2, we’re going over the bow. Stay with us. Okay, quiet. We’re rolling. Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship… …still gets me every time. To see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here… …where she landed at 2:30 in the morning of April 15, 1912… …after her long fall… …from the world above.”
“Dive 6. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic. 2 1/2 miles down. 3,821 meters. The pressure outside is 3 1/2 tons per square inch. These windows are 9 inches thick. If they go, it’s sayanora in two microseconds. All right, enough of that bullshit.”
“Just put her down on the root of the officer’s quarters like yesterday. Mir 2, we’re landing right over the grand staircase. You guys set to launch? Yeah, roger that. Okay, drop down and go into the first class gangway door. I want you guys working the D deck… …reception area and the dining saloon.”
“Tether out. Okay, now left. Left, left. Okay, coming left. Snoop Dog is on the move. We’re headed down the stairwell. Okay Lewis, drop down to B deck. Okay, A deck. B deck. Get in there. Get in there. What the door frame. Watch it, watch it. We good? Bring her down.”
“Okay, make your turn. Make your turn. Watch the wall. Okay, copy that. Okay, right there. Right there. Okay, that’s it, that’s it. That’s the bedroom door. That’s Hockley’s bed. That’s where the son of a bitch slept.”
“Hold it. Hold it just a second. Go back to the right. That wardrobe door. Get closer. I want to see what’s under it. Take it easy. It might come apart. Okay. Go, go, go. Flip it over. Flip it over. Go. Turn her over. Keep going. Go, go, go. Okay, drop it.”
“It’s payday, boys. We did it, Bobby. We brought it back, baby. You are, Lewis. Bobby, my cigar. Okay, crack her open. Shit. Turn the camera off.”
“Hey, Dave, Barry, hi. Look, I it wasn’t in the safe. But hey, hey… …don’t worry about it. There’s still plenty of places it could be. Hell, yes. The floor debris in the suite, the mother’s room… the purser’s safe on C deck. A dozen other places. Guys, look, you’re just going to have to trust my instincts. I know we’re close. We’ve just got to to through a little process of elimination. Hang on a second.”
“Let me see that. Where’s the photograph of the necklace? I’ll be goddamned.”
“Hello, Tracy. Of course, everyone knows the familiar stories of Titanic. You know, the nobility of the band playing to the very end and all that. But what I’m interested in are the untold stories. The secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic. And we’re out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck… …than anybody has ever done before.”
“Well, nobody every called the recovery of the artifacts… I have museum-trained experts sent out here making sure… …that these relics are preserved and catalogued properly. Take a look at this drawing that we found just today. A piece of paper that’s been underwater for 84 years. And my team are able to preserve it intact. Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity… …when we can see and enjoy it now?”
“Bobby, we’re launching. You see these submersibles going in the water? This better be good. Great. This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs…? Mrs. Calvert. All right, you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?”
“That’s right. 101 next month. And everybody who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead… …or on this boat, but she knows.”
“Hurry up, give him a hand. Mrs. Calvert, I’m Brock Lovett. Welcome to the Keldysh. Okay, let’s get her inside there. Hi, Miss Calvert. Welcome to the Keldysh.”
“Are your staterooms all right? Can I get you anything? Is there anything you’d like?”
“Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone that was… …called the Blue Diamond of the Crown… …which disappeared in 1792… ..about the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped, too. Recut into a heart-like shape that became known as… …the Heart of the Ocean. Today it would be worth more than the Hope diamond.”
“I tracked it down through insurance records. An old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose? Nathan Hockley, that’s right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. The claim was for a diamond necklace his son… …Caledon, bought his fiancée. You. A week before he sailed on Titanic. And it was filed right after the sinking. So the diamond had to have gone down with the ship. You see the date?”
“Which means if your grandmother is who she says she is… and that makes you my new best friend. These are some of the things we recovered from your stateroom.”
“Are you ready to go back to Titanic? Will you share it with us? Give me the tape recorder. Tell us, Rose. It’s okay. Just try to remember anything… …anything at all.”
Lewis Bodine
“13 meters. You should see it. You are so full of shit, boss.”
“Give me some rope, Captain. I see it. I got it. We’re good. Just chill, boss. Cable out, Captain. I see it. I see it. We’re in!”
“We’re in, baby. We’re there. Oops. Somebody left the water running. You smelling something, boss? Give me my hands, man. All right.”
“Oh, baby, baby. Are you seeing this, boss?”
“Cha-ching! Oh, yeah! Who’s the best? Who’s the best, baby? Say it. Say it. Say it. You know boss, this same thing happened to Geraldo and his career never recovered.”
“She’s a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity. God only knows why. Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia.”
“Rose DeWitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was 17, right? If she had lived, she’d be over 100 by now. Okay, so she’s a very old goddamn liar. Look, I’ve already done the background on this woman… …all the way back to the 20s, when she was working as an actress. An actress, There’s your first clue, Sherlock. Hey name was Rose Dawson back then.”
“Then she marries this guy named Calvert. They move to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. Now Calvert’s dead and, from what I hear, Cedar Rapids is dead.”
“Doesn’t exactly travel light, does she?”
“…she was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank.”
“Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along… …punching holes like morse code… — dit-dit-dit — along the side… …below the water line. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now, as the water level rises… …it spills over the watertight bulkheads… …which, unfortunately, don’t go any higher than E deck.”
“So now as the bow goes down… …the stern rises up, slow at first… …then faster and faster… …until finally, she’s got her whole ass sticking up in the air. And that’s a big ass. We’re talking 20, 30,000 tons. Okay? And the hull’s not designed to deal with that pressure. So, what happens? She splits, right down to the keel. And the stern… …falls back level. Then… …as the bow sinks… …it pulls the stern vertical… …and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes… …floods, and finally goes under about 2:20 AM… …2 hours and 40 minutes after the collision.”
“The bow section planes away… …landing about a half a mile away… …going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Pretty cool, huh?”
Submarine
“Yeah, Brock. Launching Dunkin now. Go, Charlie. All right, tether out. Tether out. Okay, Brock, we’re dropping down along the hull. Copy that.”
“Yeah Brock, we’re at the piano. You copy?”
“Right here. No diamond.”
“Brock, the partners would like to know how it’s going. Jimmy Hoffa’s briefcase.”
“Ah, we may have something here, guys. We’ll call you right back.”
“Brock! There’s a satellite call for you. Trust me, buddy. You want to take this call. Now, you gotta speak up. She’s kind of old. Calvert. Rose Calvert. Told you you wanted to take the call.”
“They’re inbound! Hey!”