On the Train
Jack and Rose were now discussing their problems.
They raised their voices at each other a few times.
"Jack! Don't scream at me! You don't get it, do you? You never will. It's hopeless. Maybe we shouldn't be together at all!" Rose said.
Jack opened his mouth to say something, but no words came.
He turned around and walked out the door.
Rose decided to go down to the eating lounge on the train and get something to eat. Although she wasn't hungry, her baby needed it.
She came back with a sandwich. She ate it and climbed in bed.
She had seen Jack at the eating lounge, but she didn't say anything, and he didn't dare come to her.
The couch in the room folded out into a bed and Rose made it up.
She sat in the bed reading a book.
She heard Jack open the door, so she put her book away and lay down on her side, her back facing him.
A few minutes later, he climbed in bed.
He came closer to her, and said, "I'm sorry, Rose."
He tried to hold her, but she pushed him away, saying, "Sorry doesn't cut it. Leave me alone."
He turned away with tears in his eyes. "I guess not. But I am."
"Jack, I--" she tried.
"What?" he replied, a bit rudely.
"I don't know," she began. "I don't know what I've done to be treated like that."
"Like what?" he asked.
"You don't see? You don't see how you treat me?"
"Um...h-how do I treat you?" he asked meekly.
"What? Jack, you're hopeless! Our marriage is hopeless! Everything in this damned world is hopeless, especially us!" she exclaimed, tears flowing freely.
They were now sitting up facing each other.
"Rose, we aren't hopeless." He began to cry. "Rose, I can't live without you. You are my life line. I live for you only."
"We are hopeless, Jack. I can't live like this."
"But, Rose...what--what about making it count? Heading out for the horizon? What about everything we've ever talked about? We said we'd do everything together."
"Well, maybe we shouldn't do it together."
"What? No, Rose. Please."
"I will be living in Santa Monica. I can't live in Wisconsin. That's your house. Bring Cora down here. She'll live with me."
"Rose. Don't--don't do this. What about our baby? It won't know me," he said, putting his hand on her stomach and kissing it.
"Yes, it will, Jack. But I won't know you. I don't know you now. You're a complete stranger," she said, still crying.
"Rose, please! I can't live without you, Rose! Please." He begged and begged.
"You've lived this long without me. You can go on."
"No, Rose! I never really lived, until I met you!"
"Jack! You went to France, for God's sake!"
"That was nothing! Rose, please! I found the meaning of life when I met you."
"Jack, you should've thought about that when you were screaming at me for the past two damned weeks. Jack, you took me for granted, and now you've lost me. It's your fault!"
"Do you think I don't know that? I've been in complete agony ever since you left."
"Then why are you continuing to argue with me?"
"I--I don't know. All I know is that I love you. And don't want to lose you."
They were still crying.
"You already have."
"I thought you said that you'd never let go!" he said.
A flood of memories came rushing over Rose.
"Well, we're even then. I went back on my promise, and so did you," she said.
"What? I did no such thing!"
"Yes, you did! You said that you'd take care of me!"
"I have!"
"No, you haven't! Taking care of me means to not hurt me like you're hurting me now!"
"I told you I was sorry!"
"Jack, you don't know the meaning of sorry or love! Because if you knew the meaning of either one, we wouldn't be going through this right now!"
"I do. I do know the meaning of love. I can't go on without you, Rose! Please forgive me!"
"I've already forgiven you, but I won't ever forget it!"
"I will never forget either, Rose, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to build our love back the way it used to be."
"Jack, you're only truly sorry when you don't do the wrong thing you did again. You don't even realize what you've done. How can you be sorry?"
"We can work through this, Rose. We have to. I know I hurt you, Rose. I am truly sorry."
She stood up and walked to the desk.
He saw a bruise on the back of her arm.
"Rose?" He ran up to her. "What happened?"
"Oh, that? Were you too drunk to remember? You grabbed my arm. You did that! I never thought in a million years that you, Jack Dawson, would ever harm me."
"Oh God, Rose! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry."
"So am I. So am I."