Come on! I've got you!

                                    JACK

Come on! I've got you!

Jack pulls her over the rail. It is the same place he pulled her over the

rail two nights earlier, going the other direction. She gets over just as

the railing is going HORIZONTAL, and the deck VERTICAL. Jack grips her

fiercely.

The stern is now straight up in the air... a rumbling black monolith

standing against the stars. It hangs there like that for a long grace note,

its buoyancy stable.

Rose lies on the railing, looking down fifteen stories to the boiling sea at

the base of the stern section. People near them, who didn't climb over, hang

from the railing, their legs dangling over the long drop. They fall one by

one, plummeting down the vertical face of the poop deck. Some of them bounce

horribly off deck benches and ventilators.

Jack and Rose lie side by side on what was the vertical face of the hull,

gripping the railing, which is now horizontal. Just beneath their feet are

the gold letters TITANIC emblazoned across the stern.

Rose stares down terrified at the black ocean waiting below to claim them.

Jack looks to his left and sees Baker Joughin, crouching on the hull,

holding onto the railing. It is a surreal moment.