99 EXT. TITANIC-DAY

TITANIC STEAMS TOWARD US, in the dusk light, as if lite by the embers of a giant fire. As the ship looms, FILLING FRAME, we push in on the bow. Jack is there, right at the apex of the bow railing, his favorite spot. He closes his eyes, letting the chill wind clear his head. Jack hears her voice, behind him....

ROSE
Hello, Jack.

He turns and she is standing there.

ROSE I changed my mind.

He smiles at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her chesks are red with the chill wind, and her eyes sparkle. Her hair blows wildly about her face.

ROSE
Fabrizo said you might be up---

JACK
Ssssshh. Come here.

He puts his hands on her waist. As if he is going to kiss her.

JACK
Close your eyes.

She does, and he turns her face forward, the way the ship is going. He presses her gently toward the rail, standing right behind her. Then he takes her two hands and raises them until she is standing with her arms outstreched on each side. Rose is going along with him. When he lowers his hands, her arms stay up... like wings.

JACK
Okay, open them.

Rose gasps. There is nothing in her field of vision but water. It's like there is no ship under them at all, just the two of them, soring. The Atlantic unrolls toward her, a hammered copper shield under a dusk sky. There is only the wind, and the hiss of the water 50 feet below.

ROSE
I'm flying!

She leans forward, arching her back. He puts his hands on her waist to steady her.

JACK (singing softly)
Come Josephine in my flying maching...

Rose closes her eyes, feeling herself floating weithless far above the sea. She smiles dreamily, then leans back, gently pressing her back agianst his chest. He pushes forward slightly agianst her.

Slowly he raises his hands, arms outstreched, and they meet hers... fingertips gently touching. Then their fingers intertwine. Moving slowly, their fingers caress through and around each other like the bodies of two lovers Jack tips his face forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent of her wash over him, until his cheek is agianst her ear.

Rose turns her head until her lips are near his. She lowers her arms, turing further, until she finds his mouth with hers. He wraps his arms around her from behind, and they kiss like this with her head turned and tilted back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable. They kiss, slowly and tremulously, and then with building passion. Jack and the ship seem to merge into one force of power and optimisum, lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soring onward into a night without fear.

101 JACK AND ROSE, embrasing at the bow rail, DISSOLVE SLOWLY AWAY, leaving the ruined bow of the WRECK--