81 INT. DINING SALOON

Like a ballroom at the palace, alive and lit by a constellation of chandeliers, full of elegantly dressed people and beautiful music from BANDLEADER WALLACE HARTLRY'S small orchastra. As Rose and Jack enter and move across the room to their table, Cal and Ruth beside them, we hear...

OLD ROSE (V.O.)
He must have been nervous but he never faltered. They assummed he was one of them... a young captian of the industry perhaps.... new money, obviously, but still a member of the club. Mother, of course, could always be counted upon....

82 INT. DINING SALOON

CLOSE ON RUTH.
RUTH
Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on this ship.

WIDER: THE TABLE. Jack is seated oppisete Rose, who is flanked by Cal and Thomas Andrews. Also at the table are Molly Brown, Ismay, Colonel Gracie, the Countless, Guggenhiem, Madame Aubet, and the Astors.

JACK
The best I've ever seen, m'am. Hardly any rats.

Rose motions surrepitiously for Jack to take his napkin off his plate.

CAL
Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of some assisance to my fiancee last night.

(to Jack, as if to a child)
This is foie gras. It's goose liver.

We see whispers exchanged. Jack becomes the subject of furtive glances. Now they're all feeling terribly liberal and dangerous.

GUGGENHIEM (low to Madame Aubert)
What is Hockly hoping to prove, bringing this... bohemian.... up here?

WAITER (to Jack)
How do you take your caviar, sir?

CAL (answering for him)
Just a soupcon of lemon...
(to Jack, smiling)
...it improves the flavor with champagne.

JACK (to the waiter)
No caviar for me, thanks.
(to Cal)
Never did like it much.

He looks at Rose, pokerfaced, and she smiles.

RUTH
And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?

JACK
Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good humor.

Salad is served. Jack reaches for the fish fork. Rose gives him a look and picks up the salad fork, prompting him with her eyes. He changes forks.

RUTH
You find that sort of rootless existance appealing, do you?

JACK
Well... it's a big world, and I want to see it all before I go. My father was always talkin' about goin' to see the ocean. He died in the town he was born in, and never did see it. You can't wait around, because you never know what hand your going to get dealt next. See, my folks died in a fire when I was fifteen, and I've been on the road since. Somethin' like that teaches you to take life as it comes to you. To make each day count.

Molly Brown rasies her glass in a salute.

MOLLY
Well said, Jack.

COLONEL GRACIE (raising his glass)
Here, here.

Rose raises her glass, looking at Jack.

ROSE
To making it count.

Ruth, annoyed that Jack has scored a point, presses him further.

RUTH
How is it you have the means to travel, Mr Dawson?

JACK
I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand at poker.

(he glances at Rose)
A very lucky hand.

GRACIE
All life is a game of luck.

CAL
A real man makes his own luck, Archie.

Rose notices that Thomas Andrews, sitting next to her, is writting in his notebook, completely ignoring the conversation.

ROSE
Mr. Andrews, what are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in this little book.

(grabs it and reads)
Increase the number of screws in hat hooks from 2 to3. You build the biggest ship in the world and this preoccupies you?!

Andrews smiles sheeplishly.

ISMAY
He knows every rivet in her, don't you Thomas?

ANDREWS
All three million of them.

ISMAY
His blood and soul are in the ship. She may be mine on paper, but in the eyes of God she belongs to Thomas Andrews.

ROSE
Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly.

ANDREWS
Thank you, Rose.

We see that Andrews has come under Rose's spell.

ROSE (low)
Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congradulate eachother on being the masters of the universe.

GRACIE
Joining us, Dawson? You don't want to stay out here with the women, do you?

Actually he does but....

JACK
No thanks. I'm heading back.

CAL
Probably best. It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing. Wouldn't intrest you. Good of you to come. Cal and the other gentlemen exit.

ROSE
Jack, must you go?

JACK
Time for my coach to turn back into a pumpkin.

He leans over to take her hand.

INSERT: We see him slip a tiny folded note into her palm.

Ruth, scowling, watches him walk away across the crowded room. Rose surreptitously opens the note below table level. It reads: "Make it count. Meet me at the clock".

84 INT. A-DECK FOYER-NIGHT
Rose crosses the A-deck foyer, sighting Jack at the landing above. Overhead is the crystal dome. Jack has his back to her, studying the ornate clock with it's carved figures of Honor and Glory. It softly strikes the hour.
MOVING WITH ROSE as she goes up the sweeping staircase toward him. He turns, sees her... smiles.

JACK
Want to go to a real party?