!Titanic, scenariusze
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Titanica screenplay by James CameronCast:KATE WINSLET... Rose DeWitt BukaterLEONARDO DICAPRIO... Jack DawsonKATHY BATES... The Unsinkable Molly BrownBILLY ZANE... Caledon HockleyBILL PAXTON... Brock LovettWritten and Directed by:JAMES CAMERON1 BLACKNESSThen two faint lights appear, close together... growing brighter. Theyresolve into two DEEP SUBMERSIBLES, free-falling toward us like expresselevators.One is ahead of the other, and passes close enough to FILL FRAME, lookinglike a spacecraft blazing with lights, bristling with insectilemanipulators.TILTING DOWN to follow it as it descends away into the limitless blacknessbelow. Soon they are fireflies, then stars. Then gone.CUT TO:2 EXT./ INT. MIR ONE / NORTH ATLANTIC DEEPPUSHING IN on one of the falling submersibles, called MIR ONE, right up toits circular viewport to see the occupants.INSIDE, it is a cramped seven foot sphere, crammed with equipment. ANATOLYMIKAILAVICH, the sub's pilot, sits hunched over his controls... singingsoftly in Russian.Next to him on one side is BROCK LOVETT. He's in his late forties, deeplytanned, and likes to wear his Nomex suit unzipped to show the gold fromfamous shipwrecks covering his gray chest hair. He is a wiley, fast-talkingtreasure hunter, a salvage superstar who is part historian, part adventurerand part vacuum cleaner salesman. Right now, he is propped against the CO2scrubber, fast asleep and snoring.On the other side, crammed into the remaining space is a bearded wide-bodynamed LEWIS BODINE, sho is also asleep. Lewis is an R.O.V. (REMOTELYOPERATED VEHICLE) pilot and is the resident Titanic expert.Anatoly glances at the bottom sonar and makes a ballast adjustment.CUT TO:3 EXT. THE BOTTOM OF THE SEAA pale, dead-flat lunar landscape. It gets brighter, lit from above, as MIRONE enters FRAME and drops to the seafloor in a downblast from itsthrusters. It hits bottom after its two hour free-fall with a loud BONK.CUT TO:4 INT. MIR ONELovett and Bodine jerk awake at the landing.ANATOLY(heavy Russian accent)We are here.EXT. / INT. MIR ONE AND TWO5 MINUTES LATER: THE TWO SUBS skim over the seafloor to the sound ofsidescan sonar and the THRUM of big thrusters.6 The featureless gray clay of the bottom unrols in the lights of the subs.Bodine is watching the sidescan sonar display, where the outline of a hugepointed object is visible. Anatoly lies prone, driving the sub, his facepressed to the center port.BODINECome left a little. She's right in front of us, eighteen meters. Fifteen.Thirteen... you should see it.ANATOLYDo you see it? I don't see it... there!Out of the darkness, like a ghostly apparition, the bow of the shipappears. Its knife-edge prow is coming straight at us, seeming to plow thebottom sediment like ocean waves. It towers above the seafloor, standingjust as it landed 84 years ago.THE TITANIC. Or what is left of her. Mir One goes up and over the bowrailing, intact except for an overgrowth of "rusticles" draping it likemutated Spanish moss.TIGHT ON THE EYEPIECE MONITOR of a video camcorder. Brock Lovett's facefills the BLACK AND WHITE FRAME.LOVETTIt still gets me every time.The image pans to the front viewport, looking over Anatoly's shoulder, tothe bow railing visible in the lights beyond. Anatoly turns.ANATOLYIs just your guilt because of estealing from the dead.CUT WIDER, to show that Brock is operating the camera himself, turning itin his hand so it points at his own face.LOVETTThanks, Tolya. Work with me, here.Brock resumes his serious, pensive gaze out the front port, with the cameraaimed at himself at arm's length.LOVETTIt still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great shipsitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912,after her long fall from the world above.Anatoly rolls his eyes and mutters in Russian. Bodine chuckles and watchesthe sonar.BODINEYou are so full of shit, boss.7 Mir Two drives aft down the starboard side, past the huge anchor whileMir One passes over the seemingly endless forecastle deck, with its massiveanchor chains still laid out in two neat rows, its bronze windlass capsgleaming. The 22 foot long subs are like white bugs next to the enormouswreck.LOVETT (V.O.)Dive nine. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic... two and a half milesdown. The pressure is three tons per square inch, enough to crush us like afreight train going over an ant if our hull fails. These windows are nineinches thick and if they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds.8 Mir Two lands on the boat deck, next to the ruins of the Officer'sQuarters. Mir One lands on the roof of the deck hous nearby.LOVETTRight. Let's go to work.Bodine slips on a pair of 3-D electronic goggles, and grabs the joystickcontrols of the ROV.9 OUTSIDE THE SUB, the ROV, a small orange and black robot called SNOOPDOG, lifts from its cradle and flies forward.BODINE (V.O.)Walkin' the dog.SNOOP DOG drives itself away from the sub, paying out its umbilical behindit like a robot yo-yo. Its twin stereo-video cameras swivel like insecteyes. The ROV descends through an open shaft that once was the beautifulFirst Class Grand Staircase.Snoop Dog goes down several decks, then moves laterally into the FirstClass Reception Room.SNOOP'S VIDEO POV, moving through the cavernous interior. The remains ofthe ornate handcarved woodwork which gave the ship its elegance movethrough the floodlights, the lines blurred by slow dissolution anddescending rusticle formations. Stalactites of rust hang down so that attimes it looks like a natural grotto, then the scene shifts and the linesof a ghostly undersea mansion can be seen again.MONTAGE STYLE, as Snoop passes the ghostly images of Titanic's opulence:10 A grand piano in amazingly good shape, crashed on its side against awall. The keys gleam black and white in the lights.11 A chandelier, still hanging from the ceiling by its wire... glinting asSnoop moves around it.12 Its lights play across the floor, revealing a champagne bottle, thensome WHITE STAR LINE china... a woman's high-top "granny shoe". Thensomething eerie: what looks like a child's skull resolves into theporcelain head of a doll.Snoop enters a corridor which is much better preserved. Here and there adoor still hangs on its rusted hinges. An ornate piece of molding, a wallsconce... hint at the grandeur of the past.13 THE ROV turns and goes through a black doorway, entering room B-52, thesitting room of a "promenade suite", one of the most luxurious stateroomson Titanic.BODINEI'm in the sitting room. Heading for bedroom B-54.LOVETTStay off the floor. Don't stir it up like you did yesterday.BODINEI'm tryin' boss.Glinting in the lights are the brass fixtures of the near-perfectlypreserved fireplace. An albino Galathea crab crawls over it. Nearby are theremains of a divan and a writing desk. The Dog crosses the ruins of theonce elegant room toward another DOOR. It squeezes through the doorframe,scraping rust and wood chunks loose on both sides. It moves out of a cloudof rust and keeps on going.BODINEI'm crossing the bedroom.The remains of a pillared canopy bed. Broken chairs, a dresser. Through thecollapsed wall of the bathroom, the porcelain commode and bathtub tookalmost new, gleaming in the dark.LOVETTOkay, I want to see what's under that wardrobe door.SEVERAL ANGLES as the ROV deploys its MANIPULATOR ARMS and starts movingdebris aside. A lamp is lifted, its ceramic colors as bright as they werein 1912.LOVETTEasy, Lewis. Take it slow.Lewis grips a wardrobe door, lying at an angle in a corner, and pulls itwith Snoop's gripper. It moves reluctantly in a cloud of silt. Under it isa dark object. The silt clears and Snoop's cameras show them what was underthe door...BODINEOoohh daddy-oh, are you seein' what I'm seein'?CLOSE ON LOVETT, watching his moniteors. By his expression it is like he isseeing the Holy Grail.LOVETTOh baby baby baby.(grabs the mike)It's payday, boys.ON THE SCREEN, in the glare of the lights, is the object of their quest: asmall STEEL COMBINATION SAFE.CUT TO:14 EXT. STERN OF DECK OF KEDYSH - DAYTHE SAFE, dripping wet in the afternoon sun, is lowered onto the deck of aship by a winch cable.We are on the Russian research vessel AKADEMIK MISTISLAV KELDYSH. A crowdhas gathered, including most of the crew of KELDYSH, the sub crews, and ahand-wringing money guy named BOBBY BUELL who represents the limitedpartners. There is also a documentary video crew, hir...
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