TITANIC: AFTERMATH
Chapter Eight

 

INT. CAL'S LIVING ROOM - EASTER DAY, 1913

Cal and Ruth watch the children hunting for Easter eggs, aided by the servants.

CAL (VO)

With time, and with a continual effort to change the world for the better, my feelings of remorse were gradually assuaged, to some degree. We had just celebrated Easter. As with Christmas, the children made the holiday brighter.

Ruth enjoys the children, but her happiness is somewhat forced, as this is her first Easter without her daughter. She's gotten over some of her class prejudice, having come down a few pegs herself.

Cal is withdrawn and depressed, but forces a smile when Ruth nudges him, pointing out a child discovering a hidden treat.

EXT. HOCKLEY STEEL OFFICE - AFTERNOON - APRIL 14, 1913

Cal emerges from the front door, greeting the world with an attitude of forced optimism.

Cal turns his pale face toward the sky. He blinks at the sunlight, as though its cheerful brilliance is something strangely foreign, or a vague memory from long ago. He draws his first full breath in almost a year.

CAL (VO)

Even I couldn't help experiencing some of the sense of hope and rejuvenation that came with springtime. I set out for my first walk about Philadelphia that I took just for the pleasure of it. It seemed that with time, and the company of others, I had begun to recover from the darkness that had hitherto enshrouded my life.

Cal descends the steps toward the sidewalk, coughing as he goes. He is getting over a cold.

Cal pauses to defer to passers by. He briefly glances at three men standing on the opposite corner to his left, then turns right to begin his constitutional.

Across the street, JOHANN GUNDERSEN (60), and Olaus Gundersen glance furtively in Cal's direction. The GHOST OF BJORN GUNDERSEN stands between them, gazing directly at Cal. Olaus nods to Johann as if to say, "Yeah, he's the one, all right".

Cal averts his eyes as he walks by a theater displaying a poster of Dorothy Gibson's film, "Saved from the Titanic".

EXT. NEAR INDEPENDENCE HALL - DAY

Cal proceeds on his walk. The streets and sidewalks bustle with people who are out to enjoy the glorious spring day. The sun beams joyfully upon them from a solidly optimistic blue sky.

Yet, at a tram stop behind Cal stand the GHOSTS OF GEORGE E. WIDENER (50), CHARLES DUANE WILLIAMS (51) AND JOHN B. THAYER (49), three prominent Philadelphians who died on the Titanic. The apparitions gaze hollowly in his direction.

CAL (VO)

The day was bathed in an ethereally beautiful glow, exalting and reassuring each soul that emerged from its winter lair to experience its radiance.

EXT. 3RD ST. AND ST. JAMES ST. INTERSECTION - DAY

CAL (VO)

Yet, I felt there was also something very disturbing about it. I could not place the source of this nagging feeling.

Cal walks through a predominantly Irish neighborhood, lost in thought. A ways behind him, Johann and Olaus walk past the GHOST OF TOMMY RYAN. They argue bitterly, Johann pressing forward, and Olaus trying to convince him to stop.

EXT. SOUTH PHILADELPHIA - CORNER OF 3RD AND CHRISTIAN ST. - DAY

Cal stops, realizing he is lost. The sun is now bereft of its former brilliance, having sunken lower in the sky.

CAL (VO)

I soon realized I had taken a wrong turn. I wondered why I had felt inexplicably drawn to this place.

Poor people glance away as Cal turns toward them. But the GHOST OF FABRIZIO DE ROSSI, some distance behind him, continues to stare unabashedly.

Cal turns left, and continues on his journey, looking decidedly less chipper than when he started out walking. Cal sees children stare out of a cluttered, poorly lit alleyway. Their world is a place of unmitigated poverty and dubious sanitation.

EXT. DELAWARE RIVER WATERFRONT AT CHRISTIAN ST. - LATE AFTERNOON

Cal walks across the street toward the river. Workmen unload sacks of sugar jute from a ship onto pier 40 south. A ferry returns workers after a long day's work. Scattered people pack up fishing gear and leave for home. A one-stack ocean-liner steams up the river.

Cal slows, then stops, realizing where he is. Despondency sets in, as he gazes out at the broad river. Life around him moves slowly, as if reality were a dream.

CAL (VO)

I realized I had come to the water. It was then that I remembered...it was April 14th! It was the night the Titanic hit the iceberg, one year ago today!

SOUNDS FROM THE SINKING emerge and overtake the reality around him. Cal is drawn away from the bustling activity, as he hears the call of another world.

CAL (VO)

I began to feel out of place among the people going about their daily routines...out of place amongst the living.

Cal fixes his eyes upon the water, as if drawn in by a vortex.

CAL (VO)

I wished for the river to swallow me up...but there was no way to execute this plan now. I decided it best I return home as soon as possible before the hideous apparitions of yesteryear overtook me completely.

Cal wrests himself away from the water's hypnotic grasp. As Cal crosses safely back over Delaware Avenue, he catches sight of the Old Swede's Church across the street. He heads there to find a moment of solace.

Behind him, steerage ghosts including Bjorn Gundersen (bleeding from the head), peer accusingly from the darkness inside the pier.

EXT. OLD SWEDE'S CHURCH - ALMOST SUNDOWN

Cal tries the church's front door, but it is locked. He turns away, disheartened by this refusal of entry into God's kingdom.

As Cal approaches the church's graveyard, he views Swedish gravestone after Swedish gravestone. The eerie monoliths seem to reach for him, casting tall shadows in his path. He veers away, then escapes outside a gate.

EXT. OLD SWEDE'S CHURCH COURTYARD - ALMOST SUNDOWN

As he shuts the gate behind him, Cal sees Olaus and Johann waiting near the walkway for him. As he moves to step by them, Johann's eyes pierce him with an evil gleam.

Johann interposes himself in Cal's way. Cal is jolted back into reality.

Johann reeks with the smell of liquor. He's become a habitual drinker since his son's death, and time has done little to assuage his grief. Indeed, he's become increasingly obsessed with each passing day.

Johann speaks in an ominously low tone, with a thick, Swedish accent.

JOHANN

I suppose y' think you can get away with jest about anything, don't you, rich boy?

Johann makes a sudden rush toward Cal, but Olaus holds him back.

OLAUS

(in Swedish, sub-titled) Uncle, no! There is no good that can come from vengeance!

Cal recoils with fright, but he is also intensely curious.

CAL

To what are you referring, sir?

Johann explodes with rage.

JOHANN

It's my boy I'm "referring" to, you bastard! The one you beat down into the water with an oar! I don't believe you're any kind of hero, like they say, not one bit!

Stunned, Cal's jaw drops open. His mind whirls in a twisting maelstrom of emotion.

But panic soon gives way to acceptance, as he realizes his moment of truth has come. Like a man sentenced to be hanged, he decides to put himself at the old man's mercy. Olaus stands ready to pounce on Johann, who seethes and quakes with rage. Cal drinks in the hatred in the old man's eyes. His heart is pounding, yet he grows increasingly listless, as he wallows in guilt.

JOHANN

My nephew here says it was you that did it. It's true, isn't it?

Cal recognizes Olaus from the lifeboat. Memories flood in. Filled with shame, he chokes on his words.

CAL

Yes.

Before Olaus can intervene, Johann hurls himself at Cal and deals him a hefty punch in the eye with his left fist, then swiftly, another with his right.

Cal slams against the gate and to the ground. His bowler tumbles off, as he clutches his face in pain. Olaus seizes Johann and wrestles him back.

Astonished, Cal touches his eye. He cups his hand under his bloody nose. He lowers his hand to look at it. Blood drips down upon Cal's hands.

Cal's head swims with this graphic image of guilt. Johann laughs uproariously at Cal while Olaus restrains him.

OLAUS

(in Swedish, sub-titled) No! He's a very powerful man, this one! It's not worth it!

JOHANN

(in Swedish, sub-titled) I'm an old man--there's nothing he can do to me! And I'll tell the world his story if he wants to pick a fight with Johann Gundersen!

Johann wriggles himself free of Olaus' grasp. Olaus admonishes Johann with a forceful glare.

The old man removes a flask from his pocket, and drinks in his courage in a bottle. He stuffs the bottle back in his jacket.

JOHANN

Yes, we've got a little anniversary to celebrate, eh, rich boy?

Cal pulls himself up off the ground and steadies himself. He removes a handkerchief from his pocket and pats the blood from his nose, controlling the bleeding.

CAL

Does your son have a family, sir?

JOHANN

(furious) Yes, he had a family! He left behind his wife and four children with no one to look after 'em! Every day is a struggle for them now! Why, I'd like string you up right here and now!

Cal stares intently into the old man's eyes. He removes his wallet from his pocket.

CAL

(faltering) I know they must need some assistance. Please accept this...I can give you more later. I assure you, they'll be very well taken care of.

Trembling, Cal removes all of the money from his wallet and hands it to Johann. Olaus' eyes widen with awe. He's never seen so much money in one place before.

Furiously, Johann knocks the money onto the ground. It scatters like so much useless waste over the ground.

JOHANN

I don't want your filthy money! You can't buy your way out of this one, you weasel!

OLAUS

Don't be a fool, man!

Johann prepares to deal Cal another blow, but Olaus grabs him and holds him back. Cal retrieves a wad of money from the ground.

Undaunted, Cal steps up to Johann and stuffs the money in his pocket. He's willing to get hurt doing his duty, though it's not bravery that motivates him, but a lack of concern for his own well being.

CAL

Please, sir...put aside your pride for a moment, and think of their needs. I cannot expect your forgiveness. This is something I can never...SHOULD never have. But this will make their lives easier.

Johann stops struggling with Olaus. He gazes incredulously at Cal, trying to understand his peculiar form of gentleness. He's not getting the fight he expected, and his energy for this one-way battle is beginning to wane.

CAL

I owe you more...much more.

Johann thinks Cal wants him to name his price. The idea that his son's life has a price that a rich man could easily afford infuriates Johann to the core and sears at his pride. He makes another start toward Cal, but Olaus holds him fast.

JOHANN

You can't put a price on my son's life!

OLAUS

Come on, Uncle! Just take the money and go!

JOHANN

But he killed my boy!

Johann is reduced to tears. Olaus starts to drag him away. The old man's words cut Cal like a knife.

Olaus drags Johann off, sobbing and screaming.

JOHANN

You murdered my son, you bastard!

Cal gapes in horror, seeing how terribly he's injured Johann.

CAL (VO)

He was right. I was a murderer. Yet, here I was, getting away with it. In fact, I was living a life of luxury. I was also living a lie. Anyone I knew...Mrs. Bingham...John Blair...would recoil in disgust if they were to discover what sort of a monster was lurking in their midst. I knew I had one last duty to perform. I owed this man my life, nothing less.

EXT. MARKET - CORNER OF SOUTH ST. AND FRONT ST. - DUSK

Food vendors pack up their wares while people finish shopping. Cal hurries toward home. He grabs a fistful of ice from a bucket of fish on a cart and holds it up to his eye.

EXT. 1811 WALNUT STREET - NIGHT

Max packs up his gardening tools. He looks curiously at Cal as he brushes past him without a word, trying to hide his black eye under his bowler.

INT. LIVING ROOM - 1811 WALNUT STREET - NIGHT

Sheila and Mrs. Spivey stop cleaning when they see Cal walk in.

SHEILA

Oh, my word!

Mrs. Bingham pops out of the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon. She eyes Cal incredulously as he hurries past.

MRS. BINGHAM

Good God, sir! What happened to you?

CAL

I took a little tumble, Mrs. Bingham. Not to worry.

Mrs. Bingham stares, mute with disbelief. Cal gives orders as he disappears down the hall.

CAL

I'll be leaving straight away for a holiday at the beach. Please have Max get my car ready.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Mrs. Bingham, Sheila, Mrs. Spivey, and Max huddle together. Mrs. Bingham is consumed with worry, but covers up for Cal.

MRS. BINGHAM

Well, if the master says he took a tumble, he took a tumble.

MAX

I say he's been in a bar room brawl! Did you see his clothes?

SHEILA

And that shiner!

MRS. SPIVEY

I don't believe a word he said.

MRS. BINGHAM

It is not our position to criticize our betters! Max, do you have his car ready?

MAX

No, mum.

Max hurries out of the room.

MRS. SPIVEY

That's right. Leave it to the upper classes to do our thinking for us, and see what happens to you! You'll end up at the bottom of the ocean with fish swimming in and out of your empty skull!

MRS. BINGHAM

(enraged) I'll have none of that sort of insolence! It's disrespectful of the dead, and of our very way of life!

MRS. SPIVEY

That way of life's the reason all those people are dead, Mrs. Bingham! People like him can't take care of themselves, much less anyone else.

MRS. BINGHAM

You are excused from this room, Mrs. Spivey!

Mrs. Spivey storms out. Mrs. Bingham waves a spoon in the air.

MRS. BINGHAM

It is only Mr. Hockley's kindness that keeps the likes of you here! Pure kindness!

Mrs. Bingham fumes.

MRS. BINGHAM

Really! Spouting her drivel at a time like this! She's not concerned for his welfare in the slightest! Why, he's probably been attacked by a band of ruffians...and he's just too proud to complain...and doesn't want us to worry about him--

Mrs. Bingham fidgets with her apron, near tears. Sheila comforts her with a hand on her shoulder.

INT. CAL'S CAR - ON THE ROAD TO ATLANTIC CITY - NIGHT

Cal drives fast, jaw clenched with determination.

CAL (VO)

There was only one path for me now. This thing was my responsibility, and I had to resolve it as soon as possible. I had already provided for all that depended on me in my will. Mr. Blair would run the business better than I ever could. So, there was no longer any need for me to linger here upon the earth.

EXT. STREET'S END NEAR BEACH - ATLANTIC CITY - NIGHT

Cal bounds out of his car. He flings his wallet, like a piece of useless trash, into the car. He reaches into the back seat, and grabs a gun from his suitcase. He regards it pensively, then returns it to the suitcase. He decides it would be too easy a death, the death of a coward.

EXT. BEACH - ATLANTIC CITY - 11:30 PM

Cal trudges across the sand toward a pier, fighting against the wind.

EXT. PIER - ATLANTIC CITY - MINUTES LATER

Cal slows his pace as he nears the end of the pier. His eyes take in the oblivion of the vast, dark ocean. He removes his jacket and tosses it onto the railing.

CAL (VO)

It was that time of year again...the days getting warmer, but the nights still chilly, the water cold.

Cal gazes down to the turbulent waves below, readying himself to jump.

CAL (VO)

It all came back to me, as if it were yesterday. I had come home.

A dull moaning rises up over the crashing of the waves. Pale, ghostly hands reach up from the water. They clench at the air, then sink back down, as if eager to drag Cal down with them.

CAL (VO)

I planned to swim out to sea as fast and hard as I could, so I'd never find my way back. The water beckoned irresistibly. I would not let myself be a coward, not this time.

Cal climbs to the other side of the railing. He grasps the railing behind him and stares down at the water.

Ready to jump, he breaks his downward gaze. He looks left to see if anybody is watching. He looks to his right. Cal sees ANNA LIVINGSTON, standing at the end of the next pier, about 250 feet away. She holds her hat in front of her. Her dress flutters in the wind, as she gazes wistfully out to sea, her mind far away.

Cal's concentration has been broken. He'll have to wait to jump.

CAL

Damn!

Cal returns his gaze to the water below, and gets lost in his world again.

The SCREAMS become louder and more real, until individual cries can be heard over a sea of agony. A SPLASH and a SCREAM rise above the rest. A woman's hat floats into Cal's field of vision, as his memories fade out.

Cal snaps out of it, and looks disbelievingly toward the next pier.

The woman is no longer there, but is struggling in the water. She is not a good swimmer.

THE WATER - ATLANTIC CITY - NIGHT

Cal jumps in with a SPLASH, then his head pops up. He lets out a gasp, then begins treading water. He turns to swim over to her.

THE WATER - ATLANTIC CITY - MINUTES LATER

CAL

Here, I've got you!

Anna grabs onto him. Cal proceeds to take her toward the shore.

EXT. SHORELINE - ATLANTIC CITY - NIGHT

Cal drags Anna up on shore and places her gently on the beach.

Exhausted, Anna gasps, her eyes closed. She is a beautiful, delicate lady, but she is plainly dressed.

Cal gives her a little shake.

CAL

(deeply caring) Are you all right?

Anna convulses with a coughing fit, then flops back down onto the sand.

A nearby vigilant policeman sees Cal poised over Anna. There appears to be a struggle going on.

Anna glances up at her rescuer in the dim light. Brought back from the brink of demise, her eyes search his. She has a look of wisdom and intelligence about her, even in this compromised state. His penetrating gaze moves her. Cal's dark eyes glisten with profound caring and concern. Her beauty and apparent depth strike him. Without realizing, he regards her tenderly.

Anna senses a depth of feeling that is rarely seen in the eyes of a stranger. She falls in love. Cal turns his head to see the policeman arrive on the scene.

POLICEMAN

Take that, you scoundrel!

The policeman whaps Cal on the side of the head with his night stick, near his injured eye.

ANNA

Oh, NO!

Cal falls down beside her, unconscious. Anna is dumbfounded. She reaches toward Cal with concern.

INT. LIVING ROOM - LIZZY'S HOUSE - PRESENT DAY

Brock and Lizzy sit close together, on the couch.

BROCK

So, that's how Cal and Anna met.

LIZZY

Their meeting...this whole story...it's not like anything I ever imagined. I wish Rose was here now to hear this.

BROCK

Yes, that's the first thing I thought when I read this. And who knows what would have happened if she knew how Cal had changed? But I think Rose had somewhere else she needed to be. Didn't you say she did something special on the first anniversary of the sinking?

LIZZY

Yes, she did. In fact, she also made a visit to a pier that night.

EXT. CUNARD PIER 54 - NIGHT - APRIL 14, 1913

Penetrating cold and darkness surround Rose's solitary figure. As she gazes out toward the river, she feels the loneliness the Titanic herself must have felt one year before, a shrinking tiny speck in an infinite black ocean. An icy breeze drifts off the water and assaults Rose mercilessly. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, faltering in her struggle to maintain a hopeful attitude.

LIZZY (VO)

Anticipating the anniversary of the sinking made Rose think about her life, and all the plans she and Jack had once shared. She still needed him terribly.

ROSE

Jack...

LIZZY (VO)

When she called out his name, an odd sensation came over her...like he was there with her, and would always be as long as she needed him.

Rose shuts her eyes and stretches out her arms, leaning up against the pier's railing. Jack's ghost walks up and embraces her from behind. A warm smile comes to Rose's face.

Rose no longer trembles with the cold, but quivers with the excitement of being alive.

LIZZY (VO)

She felt comforted, and felt surer that her decision to move on was the right one.

Rose stands alone, arms outstretched. She opens her eyes and peers confidently out over the water, like a lone hawk surveying its domain. Her spirit soars. Jack's spirit has remained alive within her. They are one and the same.

LIZZY (VO)

So, she decided to let go of the secure life she had in New York to do all the things she and Jack had talked about. She needed to go on to fulfill her dreams.

EXT. CONEY ISLAND - DAY (FLASHBACK)

LIZZY (VO)

By that time, she'd met Carl at Coney Island...under some pretty interesting circumstances, too.

Carl (22) winsomely performs magic tricks for Rose, cheering her up, making her laugh.

LIZZY (VO)

Rose went to a fair with her friend, Martha, and her daughter, Elizabeth Bainbridge. She stayed outside while they went to a show in one of the pavilions.

The sound of screams suddenly erupts behind Rose, sending a chill down her spine.

LIZZY (VO)

A fire broke out in the pavilion, and Rose and Carl rushed in to help her friend and her little girl. Luckily, no one was hurt.

Rose reels around to discover the source of the commotion. Smoke billows up from the pavilion. Panic-stricken people scurry out, but Rose's friends are nowhere to be seen. Rose runs inside the pavilion, followed by Carl.

EXT. CONEY ISLAND - SUNSET (FLASHBACK)

Carl and Rose walk around the deserted fair grounds, sharing dreams for the future.

LIZZY (VO)

Rose and Carl became close friends after this. She confided to him that she was interested in becoming an actress, and he tried to persuade her into joining his traveling show. She wasn't sure what to do until that night.

EXT. DIGUILIANI'S SHOP - DAY - APRIL, 1913

Mrs. DiGuiliani embraces Rose, and Carl shakes hands with Mr. DiGuiliani. Mimi, Paolo, and Amy also say their farewells.

Mrs. DiGuiliani waves her tear-laden handkerchief as they depart. Mr. DiGuiliani eyes Carl with a friendly paternal warning to take care of his adopted daughter.

Rose does not see the newspaper under Mr. DiGuiliani's arm, which headlines Cal's story at the pier in Atlantic City.

Chapter Nine
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