[英文电影剧本]TITANIC(泰坦尼克号)(JamesCa.doc

其他范文/相声小品剧本 英文电影剧本TITANIC(泰坦尼克号)(JamesCa 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 subs pilot, sits hunched over his controls. singingsoftly in russian.next to him on one side is brock lovett. hes 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, who 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 unrolls 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. shes right in front of us, eighteen meters. fifteen.thirteen. you should see it. anatolydo you see it? i dont see it. there!out of the darkness, like a ghostly apparition, the bow of the ship appears.its knife-edge prow is coming straight at us, seeming to plow the bottomsediment like ocean waves. it towers above the seafloor, standing just as itlanded 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 lovetts facefills the black and white frame. lovettit still gets me every time.the image pans to the front viewport, looking over anatolys shoulder, tothe bow railing visible in the lights beyond. anatoly turns. anatolyis just your guilt because of stealing from the dead.cut wider, to show that brock is operating the camera himself, turning it inhis 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 arms length. lovettit still gets me every time. to see the sad ruin of the great ship sittinglong 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 while mirone 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, its sayonara in two microseconds.8 mir two lands on the boat deck, next to the ruins of the officersquarters. mir one lands on the roof of the deck house nearby. lovettright. lets 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 snoop dog,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 first classreception room.snoops video pov, moving through the cavernous interior. the remains of theornate handcarved woodwork which gave the ship its elegance move through thefloodlights, the lines blurred by slow dissolution and descending rusticleformations. stalactites of rust hang down so that at times it looks like anatural grotto, then the scene shifts and the lines of a ghostly underseamansion can be seen again.montage style, as snoop passes the ghostly images of titanics 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, then somewhite star line china. a womans high-top granny shoe. then somethingeerie: what looks like a childs skull resolves into the porcelain head of adoll.snoop enters a corridor which is much better preserved. here and there adoor still hangs on its rusted hinges. an ornate piece of moulding, 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 staterooms ontitanic. bodineim in the sitting room. heading for bedroom b-54. lovettstay off the floor. dont stir it up like you did yesterday. bodineim 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 the onceelegant 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. bodineim 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 whats 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 were in1912. lovetteasy, lewis. take it slow.lewis grips a wardrobe door, lying at an angle in a corner, and pulls itwith snoops gripper. it moves reluctantly in a cloud of silt. under it is adark object. the silt clears and snoops cameras show them what was underthe door. bodineooohh daddy-oh, are you seein what im seein?close on lovett, watching his monitors. by his expression it is like he isseeing the holy grail. lovettoh baby baby baby. (grabs the mike)its 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, hired by lovett to coverhis moment of glory.everyone crowds around the safe. in the background mir two is being loweredinto its cradle on deck by a massive hydraulic arm. mir one is alreadyrecovered with lewis bodine following brock lovett as he bounds over to thesafe like a kid on christmas morning. bodinewhos the best? say it. lovettyou are, lewis. (to the video crew)you rolling? cameramanrolling.brock nods to his technicians, and they set about drilling the safeshinges. during this operation, brock amps the suspense, working the lens tofill the time. lovettwell, here it is, the moment of truth. heres where we find out if the time,the sweat, the money spent to charter this ship and these subs, to come outhere to the middle of the north atlantic. were worth it. if what we thinkis in that same. is in that safe. it will be.lovett grins wolfishly in anticipation of his greatest find yet. the door ispried loose. it clangs onto the deck. lovett moves closer, peering into thesafes wet interior. a long moment then. his face says it all. lovettshit. bodineyou know, boss, this happened to geraldo and his career never recovered. lovett (to the video cameraman)get that outta my face. cut to:15 int. lab deck, preservation room - daytechnicians are carefully removing some papers from the safe and placingthem in a tray of water to separate them safely. nearby, other artifactsfrom the stateroom are being washed and preserved.buell is on the satellite phone with the investors. lovett is yelling at thevideo crew. lovettyou send out what i tell you when i tell you. im signing your paychecks,not 60 minutes. now get set up for the uplink.buell covers the phone and turns to lovett. buellthe partners want to know how its going? lovetthow its going? its going like a first date in prison, whattaya think?!lovett grabs the phone from buell and goes instantly smooth. lovetthi, dave? barry? look, it wasnt in the safe. no, look, dont worry aboutit, therere still plenty of places it could be. in the floor debris inthe suite, in the mothers room, in the pursers safe on c deck. (seeing something)hang on a second.a tech coaxes some letters in the water tray to one side with a tong.revealing a pencil (conte crayon) drawing of a woman.brock looks closely at the drawing, which is in excellent shape, though itsedges have partially disintegrated. the woman is beautiful, and beautifullyrendered. in her late teens or early twenties, she is nude, though posedwith a kind of casual modesty. she is on an empire divan, in a pool of lightthat seems to radiate outward from her eyes. scrawled in the lower rightthe girl is not entirely nude. at her throat is a diamond necklace with onelarge stone hanging in the center.lovett grabs a reference photo from the clutter on the lab table. it is aperiod black-and-white photo of a diamond necklace on a black velvetjellers display stand. he holds it next to the drawing. it is clearly thesame piece. a complex setting with a massive central stone which is almostheart-shaped. lovettill be god damned. cut to:16 inserta cnn news story: a live satellite feed from the deck of the keldysh,intercut with the cnn studio. announcertreasure hunter brock lovett is best known for finding spanish gold insunken galleons in the caribbean. now he is using deep submergencetechnology to work two and a half miles down at another famous wreck. thetitanic. he is with us live via satellite from a russian research ship inthe middle of the atlantic. hello brock? lovettyes, hi, tracy. you know, titanic is not just a shipwreck, titanic is theshipwreck. its the mount everest of shipwrecks. cut to:17 int. house / ceramics studiopull back from the screen, showing the cnn report playing on a tv set in theliving room of a small rustic house. it is full of ceramics, figurines, folkart, the walls crammed with drawings and paintings. things collected overa lifetime.panning to show a glassed-in studio attached to the house. outside it is aquiet morning in ojai, california. in the studio, amid incredible clutter,an ancient woman is throwing a pot on a potters wheel. the liquid red claycovers her hands. hands that are gnarled and age-spotted, but stillsurprisingly strong and supple. a woman in her early forties assists her. lovett (v.o.)ive planned this expedition for three years, and were out here recoveringsome amazing things. things that will have enormous historical andeducational value. cnn reporter (v.o.)but its no secret that education is not your main purpose. youre atreasure hunter. so what is the treasure youre hunting? lovett (v.o.)id rather show you than tell you, and we think were very close to doingjust that.the old womans name is rose calvert. her face is a wrinkled mass, her bodyshapeless and shrunken under a one-piece african-print dress.but her eyes are just as bright and alive as those of a young girl.rose gets up and walks into the living room, wiping pottery clay from herhands with a rag. a pomeranian dog gets up and comes in with her.the younger woman, lizzy calvert, rushes to help her. roseturn that up please, dear. reporter (v.o.)your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvagerights and even ethics. many are calling you a grave robber.tight on the screen. lovettnobody called the recovery of the artifacts from king tuts tomb graverobbing. i have museum-trained experts here, making sure this stuff ispreserved and catalogued properly. look at this drawing, which was foundtoday.the video camera pans off brock to the drawing, in a tray of water. theimage of the woman with the necklace fills frame. lovett.a piece of paper thats been underwater for 84 years. and my team areable to preserve it intact. should this have remained unseen at the bottomof the ocean for eternity, when we can see it and enjoy it now.?rose is galvanized by this image. her mouth hangs open in amazement. roseill be god damned. cut to:18 ext. keldysh deck - nightcut to keldysh. the mir subs are being launched. mir two is already in thewater, and lovett is getting ready to climb into mir one when bobby buellruns up to him. buelltheres a satellite call for you. lovettbobby, were launching. see these submersibles here, going in the water?take a message. buellno, trust me, you want to take this call. cut to:19 int. lab deck / keldysh - nightbuell hands lovett the phone, pushing down the blinking line. the call isfrom rose and we see both ends of the conversation. she is in her kitchenwith a mystified lizzy. lovettthis is brock lovett. what can i do for you, mrs. ? buellrose calvert. lovett. mrs. calvert? rosei was just wondering if you had found the heart of the ocean yet, mr.lovett.brock almost drops the phone. bobby sees his shocked expression. buelli told you you wanted to take this call. lovett (to rose)alright. you have my attention, rose. can you tell me who the woman in thepicture is? roseoh yes. the woman in the picture is me. cut to:20 ext. ocean - daysmash cut to an enormous sea stallion helicopter thundering across theocean. pan 180 degrees as it roars past. there is no land at either horizon.the keldysh is visible in the distance.close on a window of the monster helicopter. roses face is visible, lookingout calmly. cut to:21 ext. keldysh - daybrock and bodine are watching mir 2 being swung over the side to start adive. bodineshes a goddamned liar! a nutcase. like that. whats her name? thatanastasia babe. buelltheyre inbound.brock nods and the three of them head forward to meet the approaching helm. bodineshe says shes rose dewitt bukater, right? rose dewitt bukater died on thetitanic. at the age of 17. if shed have lived, shed be over a hundred now. lovetta hundred and one next month. bodineokay, so shes a very old goddamned liar. i traced her as far back as the20s. she was working as an actress in l.a. an actress. her name was rosedawson. then she married a guy named calvert, moved to cedar rapids, had twokids. now calverts dead, and from what ive heard cedar rapids is dead.the sea stallion approaches the ship, bg, forcing brock to yell over therotors. lovettand everybody who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead. or onthis ship. but she knows about it. and i want to hear what she has to say.got it? cut to:22 ext. keldysh helipadin a thundering downblast the helicopters wheels bounce down on thehelipad.lovett, buell and bodine watch as the helicopter crew chief hands out aboutten suitcases, and then rose is lowered to the deck in a wheelchair bykeldysh crewmen. lizzy, ducking unnecessarily under the rotor, follows herout, carrying freddy the pomeranian. the crew chief hands a puzzled keldyshcrewmember a goldfish bowl with several fish in it. rose does not travellight.hold on the incongruous image of this little old lady, looking impossiblyfragile amongst all the high tech gear, grungy deck crew and giganticequipment. bodinescuse me, i have to go check our supply of depends. cut to:23 int. roses stateroom / keldysh - daylizzy is unpacking roses things in the small utilitarian room. rose isplacing a number of framed photos on the bureau, arranging them carefullynext to the fishbowl. brock and bodine are in the doorway. lovettis your stateroom alright? roseyes. very nice. have you met my granddaughter, lizzy? she takes care of me. lizzyyes. we met just a few minutes ago, grandma. remember, up on deck? roseoh, yes.brock glances at bodine. oh oh. bodine rolls his eyes. rose finishesarranging her photographs. we get a general glimpse of them: the usualsnapshots. children and grandchildren, her late husband. rosethere, thats nice. i have to have my pictures when i travel. and freddy ofcourse. (to the pomeranian)isnt that right, sweetie. lovettwould you like anything? rosei should like to see my drawing. cut to:24 int. lab deck, preservation arearose