103 INT. ROSE'S SUITE

....1912. Like a dream the beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery emerge from the rusted ruin. Jack is overwelmed by the opulence of the room. He sets his sketchnook and drawing materials on the marble table.

ROSE
Will this light do? Don't artists need good light?

JACK (bad French accent)
Zat is true, I am not used to woring in such 'orreeble conditions.
(seeing the paintings)
Hey... Monet!

He crouches next to the paintings stacked agianst the wall.

JACK
Isn't he great... the use of colors? I saw him once.. through a hole in his garden fence in Giverny.

She goes into the adjoining walk-in wordrobe closet. He sees her go to the safe and start working the combination. He's fascinated.

ROSE
Cal insits on lugging this thing everywhere.

JACK
Should I be expecting him soon?

ROSE
Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out.

CLUNCK! She unlocks the safe. Glancing up, she meets his eyes in the mirror behind the safe. She opens it and removes the necklace, then holds it out to Jack who takes it nervously.

JACK
What is it? A sapphire?

ROSE
A diamond. A very rare diamond, called the Heart of the Ocean.

Jack gazes at wealth beyond his comprehension.

ROSE
I want you to draw my like your French girl. Wearing this.
(she smiles at him)
Wearing only this.
He looks up at her, surprised, and we CUT TO:

104 ROSE'S BEDROOM, ON THE BUTTERFLY COMB as Rose draws it out of her hair. She shakes her head and her hair falls free around her shoulders.

105 IN THE SITTING ROOM Jack is laying out his pencils like surgical tools. His sketchbook is open and ready. He looks up as she comes into the room, wearing a silk kimono.

ROSE
The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a china doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.

She hands him a dime and steps back, parting the kimono. The blue stone lies on her creamy breat. Her heart is pounding as she slowly lowers the robe.

Jack looks so stricken, it is almost comical. The kimono drops to the floor (this is all in cuts, lyrical).

ROSE
Tell me when it looks right to you.

She poses on the divan, settleing like a cat into the position we remeber from the drawing.... almost.

JACK
Uh.... just bent your left leg a little and.... and lower you head. Eyes to me. That's it.

Jack starts to sketch. He drops his pencil and she stifles a laugh.

ROSE
I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsier Monet blushing.

JACK (sweating)
He does lanscapes.

TIGHT ON JACK as his eyes come up to look at her over the top edge of his sketchpad. We have seen this image of him before, in her memory. It is an image she will carry with her the rest of he life.

Despite his nervousness, he draws with sure strokes, and what emerges is the best thing he has ever done. Her pose is languid, her hands beautiful, and her eyes radiate her energy.

107 INT. ROSE AND CAL'S SUITE-NIGHT

BACK TO 1912. Jack is signing the drawing. Rose, wearing the kimono agian, is leaning over on his shoulder, watching.

OLD ROSE (V.O.)
Sorry to dissapoint you Mr. Bodine.

Rose gazes at the drawing. He has X-rayed her soul.

ROSE
Date it, Jack. I want to always remeber this night.

He does: 4/14/1912. Rose meanwhile scribbles a note on a piece of Titanic stationary. We don't see what it says. She accepts the drawing from him, and crosses to the safe in the wardrobe.

She puts the diamond back in the safe, placing the drawing and the note on top of it. Closes the door with a CLUNCK!