JACK

I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to

the White Star Line about all this.

She laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Rose finds his eyes in

the dim light.

                                    ROSE

I love you Jack.

He takes her hand.

                                    JACK

No... don't say your good-byes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it.

                                    ROSE

I'm so cold.

                                    JACK

You're going to get out of this... you're going to go on and you're going to

make babies and watch them grow and you're going to die an old lady, warm in

your bed. Not here. Not this night. Do you understand me?

                                    ROSE

I can't feel my body.