ROSE
What's this?

JACK
Just some sketches.

ROSE
May I?

The question is rhetorical because she has already grabbed the book. She sits on a deck chair and opens the sketchbook. ON JACK'S sketches... each one an expressive little bit of humanity: an old woman's hands, a sleeping man, a father and daughter at the rail. The faces are lumionous and alive. His book is a celebration of the human condition.

ROSE
Jack, these are quite good! Really, they are.

JACK
Well, they didn't think too much of them in Paree.

Some loose sketches fall out and are taken by the wind. Jack scrambles after them... catching two, but the rest are gone, over the rail.

ROSE
Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry. Truly!

JACK
Well, they didn't think too much of them in Paree.

He snaps his wrist, shaking his drawing hand in a florish.

JACK
I just seem to spew 'em out. Besides, there not worth a damn anyway.

For emphasis he throws away the two he caught. They sail off.

ROSE (laughing)
You're deranged!

She goes back to the book.

ROSE
Well, well...

She has come upon a serise of nudes. Rose is transfixed by the languid beauty he has created. His nudes are soulful, real, with expressive hands and eyes. They feel more like portrailts that studies of the human form... almost uncomfertably intimate. Rose blushes, raising the book as some strollers go by.

ROSE (trying to be very adult)
And these were drawn from life.

JACK
Yup, that's the one great thing about Paris. Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.

She studies one drawing in particular, the girl posed half in sunlight, half in shadow. Her hands lie at her chin, one furled and one open like a flower, languid and graceful. The drawing is like an Alfred Steigliz print of Georgia O'Keefe.

ROSE
You liked this woman. You used her several times.

JACK
She has beautiful hands.

ROSE (smiling)
I think you must have had a love affiar with her...

JACK (laughing)
No, no! Just with her hands.

ROSE (looking up from the drawings)
You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people.

JACK
I see you. There it is agian. That peircing gaze.

ROSE
And...?

JACK
You wouldn'ta jumped.

76 EXT. A DECK PROMEMNADE/AFT-SUNSET Painted with orange light, Jack and Rose lean on the A-deck rail aft, shoulder to shoulder. The ship's lights come on.

It is a magical moment... perfect.

ROSE
So what then, Mr. Wondering Jack?

JACK
Well, then logging got to be too much like work, so I went down to Los Angelas to that pier in Santa Monica. That's a swell place, they even have a rollercoaster. I sketched portaits there for ten cents a piece.

ROSE
A whole ten cents?!

JACK (not getting it)
Yeah; it was great money... I could make a dollar a day, sometimes. But only in the summer. When it got cold, I desided to go to Paris and see what the real artists were doing.

ROSE (looks at the dusk sky)
Why can't I be like you Jack? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it.

(turning to him) Say we'll go there, sometime... to that pier... even if we only talk about it.

JACK
Alright, we're going. We'll drink cheap beer and go on the rollercoaster until we throw up and we'll ride horses on the beach... right in the surf.. .but you have to ride like a cowboy, none of that sidesadle stuff.

ROSE
You mean one leg on each side? Scandalous! Can you show me?

JACK
Sure. If you'd like.

ROSE (smiling at him)
I think I would.

(she looks at the horizon)

And teach me how to spit too. Like a man. Why should only men be able to spit? It's unfair.

JACK
They didn't teach you that in finshing school? Here, it's easy. Watch closely.

He spits. It arches out over the water.

JACK
Your turn.

Rose screws up her mouth and spits. A pathetic little bit of foamy spittle with mostly runs down her chin before falling off into the water.

JACK
Nope, that was pathetic. Here, like this... you hawk it down.... HHHNNNK!... then roll it on your tongue, up to the front, like thith, then a big breath and PLOOOOOWW!! You see the range on that thing?

She goes through the steps. Hawks it down, ect. He coaches her through it (ad lib) while doing the steps himself. She lets it fly. So does he. Two comets of gob fly out over the water.

JACK
That was great! Rose turns to him, her face alight. Suddenly she blanches. He sees her expression and turns.

RUTH, the Countess of Rothes, and Molly Brown have been watching them hawking lugees. Rose becomes instanly composed.

ROSE
Mother, may I introduce you to Jack Dawson.

RUTH
Charmed, I'm sure. Jack has a little spit running down his chin. He doesn't know it. Molly Brown is grinning. As Rose proceeds with the introductions, we hear...

OLD ROSE (V.O.)
The others were gracious and curious about the man who saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.