【正文】 Yes, sir. Full ahead, Mr. Moody. MOODY: All ahead full! SAILOR: All ahead full! SAILOR: Come on lads, look lively! ISMAY: She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history. And our master shipbuilder Mr. Andrews, here, designed her from the keel plates up. ANDREWS: Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mt. Ismay’s. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality. ALL：Here, here! RUTH: You know I don’t like that Rose. CAL: She knows. We’ll both have the lamb. Rare, with very little mint sauce. You like lamb, right, sweet pea? MOLLY: You gonna cut her meat for her too there, Call? Hey, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce? ISMAY: Well, yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength. ROSE: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest you. RUTH: What’s gotten into you? ROSE: Excuse me. RUTH: I do apologize. MOLLY: She is a pistol, Cal. I hope you can handle her. CAL: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won’t I, Mrs. Brown? ISMAY: Freud. Who is he? Is he a passenger? JACK: Don’t do it! ROSE: Stay back! Don’t e any closer! JACK: Come on! Just give me your hand and I’ll pull you back over. ROSE: No! stay where you are! I mean it! I’ll let go! JACK: No you won’t! ROSE : What do you mean, No I won’t? Don’t presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don’t know me. JACK: Well, you would have done it already. ROSE: You’re distracting me. Go away! JACK: I can’t. I’m involved now. You let go, and I’m gonna have to jump in there after you. ROSE: Don’t be absurd. You’d be killed. JACK: I’m a good swimmer. ROSE: The fall alone would kill you. JACK: It would be hurt, I’m not saying it wouldn’t. To tell you the truth, I’m a lot more concerned about that water being so cold. ROSE: How cold? JACK: Freezing. Maybe a couple of degrees over. Have you ever , uh, ever been to Wisconsin? ROSE: What? JACK: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went icefishing out on Lake Wisota. Icefishing is, you know, when you… ROSE: I know what icefishing is! JACK: Sorry. You just seemed like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice, and I’m telling you ya, water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can’t breathe, you can’t think, at last not about anything but the pain. Which is why I’m not looking for ward to jumping in there after you. Like I said, I don’t have a choice. I guess I’m kind of hoping that you’ll e back over the railing and get me off the hook here. ROSE: You’re crazy! JACK: That’s what everybody says, but with all due respect, miss, I’m not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on! Come on, give me your hand. You don’t want to do this. JACK: Whew. I’m Jack Dawson. ROSE: Rose Dewitt Buchater. JACK: I’m going to have to get you to write that one down. Come on. JACK: I’ve got you! Come on! Come on! ROSE: Help me, please! JACK: Listen. Listen to me. I’ve got you and I won’t let go. Now pull yourself up. Come on! Come on! Try! You can do it! JACK: I got you! SAILOR: What’s all this? SAILOR: Stand back and don’t move an inch! Fetch the masteratarms! CAL: This is pletely unacceptable! What make you think that you could put your hands on my fianc233。s right in front of us, eighteen meters. Fifteen. Thirteen... you should see it. ANATOLY Do you see it? I don39。s length. LOVETT It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting 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 watches the sonar. BODINE You are so full of shit, boss. 7 Mir Two drives aft down the starboard side, past the huge anchor while Mir One passes over the seemingly endless forecastle deck, with its massive anchor chains still laid out in two neat rows, its bronze windlass caps gleaming. The 22 foot long subs are like white bugs next to the enormous wreck. LOVETT (.) Dive nine. Here we are again on the deck of Titanic... two and a half miles down. The pressure is three tons per square inch, enough to crush us like a freight train going over an ant if our hull fails. These windows are nine inches thick and if they go, it39。 the dog. SNOOP DOG drives itself away from the sub, paying out its umbilical behind it like a robot yoyo. Its twin stereovideo cameras swivel like insect eyes. The ROV descends through an open shaft that once was the beautiful First Class Grand Staircase. Snoop Dog goes down several decks, then moves laterally into the First Class Reception Room. SNOOP39。s skull resolves into the porcelain head of a doll. Snoop enters a corridor which is much better preserved. Here and there a door still hangs on its rusted hinges. An ornate piece of molding, a wall sconce... hint at the grandeur of the past. 13 THE ROV turns and goes through a black doorway, entering room B52, the sitting room of a promenade suite, one of the most luxurious staterooms on Titanic. BODINE I39。 boss. Glinting in the lights are the brass fixtures of the nearperfectly preserved fireplace. An albino Galathea crab crawls over it. Nearby are the remains of a divan and a writing desk. The Dog crosses the ruins of the once elegant room toward another DOOR. It squeezes through the doorframe, scraping rust and wood chunks loose on both sides. It moves out of a cloud of rust an