ACT ONE cont.
The Bridge
Andrews! There you are! I’ve been
looking for you everywhere!
I want
to know your opinion on how you
think the crossing is going so far.
Not as well as I’d hoped Mr. Ismay.
We’ve got a few problems.
Really? Such as what?
I’m disappointed in the water
pressure in the upper decks.
The
kitchen staff are complaining that
their quarters are overheated.
There’s gratitude for you.
In my
fathers day they were lucky to get
any heat at all. Come, come Andrews.
Are you satisfied with our present speed?
I think so, Sir.
Well, I don’t mind telling you – I’m
very disappointed. The sea is calm,
the weather is fair – why aren’t we
going faster?
We are doing 22 knots, Mr. Ismay.
That’s faster than any White Star Ship has ever managed.
Talk to me straight Andrews.
You
chaps at Harland and Wolff built the Cunard ships.
Was Titanic intentionally designed to run slower?
I really must protest the implication, Sir.
When your father ran the line,
he demanded safety and comfort
before speed. Cunard may get
their passengersthere a little faster yes-
but White Star gives them a far better ride.
It’s a new world Andrews! These days
people want speed above everything
else! Americans would gladly lose their
dinner over the rail if it meant arriving
in New York a day sooner.
Mr. Ismay is there something that you wanted?
EJ, I was wondering if you could now
predict with any certainty our landing
in NY by Tuesday afternoon.
I can only say it’s still possible.
Possible! But it’s imperative dammit!
If we have to stand off til Wednesday
morning our return to England will be
delayed for 24 hours.
Titanic must be
known as a six day ship! EJ – Even the
bloody krouts can do it. And if second
rate tubs like Deutchland and Kaiser
Wilhelm can turn around in fortnight
than so by God will we!
I’m sure that we will do everything
that we can Mr. Ismay!
Splendid! That’s all we can ask, isn’t it?
The Radio Room
Excuse me! Excuse me!
Who’s there?
Barrett! Barrett!
The stoker? I
remember!
Welcome
to the most important place in the
whole ship! What can I do for you?
I heard you can actually send a
message back to England.
You heard right – all right.
Sitting righthere I can communicate
with important people all over the world.
I’d explain how it works but I’m …
Hold on – message coming in! An
iceberg warning. It’s from the Baltic.
That’s your old ship!
Yeah!
As you can see I’m awfully busy
Barrett so what is it you want?
Shouldn’t the Captain know about that iceberg then?
Not to worry, I’ve already sent him
half dozen warnings just like it.
If you
ask me – they don’t know what the
bloody hell they’re doing up there!
Excuse my French.
It’s like we say
in the telegraphy business
– you can’t
be in the telegraphy business and remain a Christian.
So how much would it cost to send
a message to my girl in England?
Sort of a romantic message?
Very pretty. But romance or not the
minimum rakes 2 pounds 4.
2 bloody quid!? That’s twice what they
pay me to America and back!
Hold on! Maybe I can give you a professional discount..?
Oh yeah, How much would that cost?
Ahhh … nothing!
They’ll never know the difference!
Ah you must be sort of a romantic person yourself!
Not me. Romance and telegraphy don’t mix.
How can you
communicate with only one person
when you’ve
got the entire world talking to you!
I’ll need the name and address…
Darlene Watkins,
Nottingham, England
All right.
What’s that you’re doing?
Darlene Watkins-
Nottingham,
England, Sir -what’s the rest of it?
I don’t know…it’s
gotta be just the right thing.
Darlene’s sort of funny you see.
She said if I wouldn’t take it serious she knew somebody who
would.
I’m not due back for another 2 weeks
so I might as
well come straight
out with it…
The Proposal/The Night Was Alive
I’ll be coming back to you Darlene
Back to your dark eyes and hair
Marry me when I return Darlene
And until that day, my love, take care
Be thee well
May the Lord who watches all
watch over thee
May God’s heaven be your blanket
as you softly sleep
Marry me
When you’re fin’ly in my arms
you’ll plainly see
This devoted sailor’s heart and soul
are yours to keep!
Yours-to-keep
Every day from G-M-O-M
“Good morning old man”
to G-N-O-M
“Good night old man”
My telegraph sends it’s messages to
ships at sea
Sending out its dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit…
Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit
Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit…
I was young and shy, detached and sad
Spent my days indoors, a home-bound lad
Hardly spoke, few friends
I kept myself to myself
Quite alone
Then I found Marconi’s Telegraph
It could span the planet’s width by half
Fifty yards, two thousand miles the same!
Touch the spark…sound the tone
And the night was alive with a thousand voices
Fighting to be heard
And each and every one of them
Connected to me…
And my life came alive with a thousand voices
Tapping out each word
Like a thousand people
Joined in a single heartbeat
Tapping out our dit dit-dah-dit da-dit
Dit dit-dah-dit dah-dit
Dit dit-dah-dit da
Everywhere…
Marry me
It’s alive with a thousand voices
May the Lord who watches all watch over thee
And every one of them connected to me
Marry me
So alive with a thousand voices
May God’s heaven be your blanket as you sleep
Those people joined with a single heartbeat
Tapping out our dit-dah-dit-dah-dit
Marry me…
dit dit-dah-dit-dah-dit
Marry me…
dit dit-dah-dit-dah-dit
Signed “Fred”
Everywhere!
Message recieved.
Hymn/Doing the Latest Rag
God lift me up in mighty waters
Keep my eyes on things above
Righteousness, divine atonement
Peace and everlasting love…
Ladies and gentleman –
Everyone up and out
Follow the band and shout:
“Isn’t it a lovely day?” (Yes!)
Watching all the ladies in Parisian fashions
On display
Young Mister Hartley
Is playing quite smartly
In Rhythm that could never lag
It’s a musical treat
to hear a band with a beat
Performing their latest rag!
How do you do, my friends?
So good to see you once more!
How long since we first met?
It’s been three days or four?
It seems like so much longer
Than a little weekend jag
On the ship, by ourselves
On this glorious afternoon
Doing the latest rag!
I love the cool of the Breeze
Feel the rhythm of the song in your knees
Promenading along at your ease
Like a feather in the air
Is that the hint of a chill?
When you’re dancing out of doors it’s a thrill
Keeps you hardy and healthier still
Take a partner if you dare
Everyone is bursting with emotion
Dancing as we cross the mighty ocean
Moving to the rhythm of
The latest rag!
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Dance with me please Feel the rhythm of the song in your knees Promenading along At your ease Like a feather in the air! Is that a hint of a chill? When you’re dancing out of doors It’s a thrill Keeps you hardy and healthier still Take a partner if you dare… |
Dance The latest ragtime Ragtime Now! Dance The latest ragtime Ragtime
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Out on the well-deck
Ship’s personnel deck
Feel all the ocean spray
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Get yourself upon |
Port… |
The upper hotel deck
Oh what a swell deck!
Great for your dejeuner
Turn the corner on
The port parallel deck
It’s La Plus belle deck
All of the rest passe
Now the band is betting
This ragtime setting
Will take you away..
Everyone up and out!
Nobody lag about
Let your darker spirits climb!
Strolling with the orchestra beside you
Playing the four-four time
We’ve got a fellow
Who’s better on cello
Than any other ship can brag
So take your girl by the hand
And lend an ear to the band
And do today’s latest rag!
Come dancing!
Out on the well-deck
Oh what a swell deck!
Kick all your cares away
Turn the corner on
The port parallel deck
Great Demoiselle Deck!
Watch the girls sashay
How the ragtime music
The ragtime music
Can take you away!
How the ragtime music
The ragtime music
Can take you away!
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Out on the well-deck Ships personnel deck! Feel all the ocean spray Upper Hotel Deck Oh what a swell deck! Kick all your troubles away The port parallel deck It’s La Plus belle deck All of the rest passe Great demoiselle deck watch all the girls Sashay! |
Dance with me please Feel the rhythm of the song in your knees Promenading along At your ease Like a feather in the air! Is that a hint of a chill? When you’re dancing out of doors It’s a thrill Keeps you hardy and healthier still Take a partner if you dare… |
Everyone is bursting with emotion
Dancing as we cross the mighty ocean
Hasn’t it been absolutely great to dance
The latest rag!
I Have Danced
I have danced with the first class Edgar
It was oh, such a dream come true!
That class isn’t for our kind, Alice…
That won’t do!
There are hotels on island Edgar!
Great resorts near a sandy beach…
That’s a world that’s beyond our income
And our reach…
Please don’t tell me never
I’ll want this forever…ever…
There’s a new world around us, Edgar
Won’t you ever give up that view?
I want more than we’ve got now Edgar
Why don’t you?
No Moon
No moon
No wind
Nothing to spy things by
No wave
No swell
No line where sea meets sky
Stillness
Darkness
Can’t see a thing says I
No reflection
Not a shadow
Not a glint of light
Meets the eye…
And we go sailing
Sailing
Ever westward on the sea
We go sailing
Sailing
Ever on go we…
It’s a beautiful night, Mr. Straus
Even though there’s no moon
Look at all the stars
Can you find the big dipper?
The big dipper? I Can’t even find our own
stateroom. Every time I go out for a walk,
finding my way back is an adventure.
Maybe you should break bread crumbs
Can you feel how cold it’s getting, Mrs Straus?
All in the past couple of hours
Would you like me to get your fur stole?
What and maybe never see you again?
No thank you, I’d rather freeze
Are you cold then Katie?
Not now that you’ve got your arm around me…
But I don’t …
Oh you’re a funny one, Kate McGowan.
Funny? T’anks very much
Because you come right out with what you want.
And you find that funny do you think?
What kind of girl do you think I am?
You think I need to be told what I want?
Life’s too short for that, me boy-o
The weather’s quite changed Mr. Lightholler
Yes sir, it’s turned very cold
Only one point above freezing.
Ocean temparature’s down to thirty-one degrees, Captain.
Warn the carpenter to check our supply of
fresh water, Mr. Murdoch- and tell the
engine room to watch the stream winches.
Aye, Aye Sir.
There’s not much wind, is there?
No sir. It appears to be a flat calm.
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…And we go sailing sailing Ever westward on the sea …we go sailing sailing ever on go we… |
See how calm it is Smooth as polished glass Ah, the open sea Feel the bite in the air Ah, the open sea Smooth as polished glass |
Charles think!
In two days, America!
What’s the first thing you’re going to do
when we get there darling?
After marrying me of course!
Apply to the sports desk of an important
NY newspaper. I’m sure that they can
use a journalist with my experience.
Oh darling, you’re sure to be a success!
Let us both hope so!
That’s why we’re going there…
Good evening, gentleman.
Madam, this happens to be the Smoke Room!
So I see
Woman are never permitted it the 1st class smoke room, madam
Don’t look so shocked gentleman,
There’s a new world out there.
There’s a new world out where?
Mr. Hartely, that’s a new melody –
what’s it called?
“Autumn”
Autumn
Autumn
Shall we all meet in Autumn?
Golden and glowing by autumn
Shall we still be best of friends?
Best of friends…
All through the languous season
We ebb and flow
Romance, defying all reason
Will come, then go
Still, perhaps this Autumn
Love won’t retreat in the Autumn
We’ll be complete in the Autumn
All that we have won’t be past
…Won’t be past
Let breezes blow and turn cold
As we continue growing old
This Autumn
Love newly found may yet last
So what do you say gentlemen?
I happen to play an excellent game of auction bridge.
May I join you?
Where’s your sense of occaision madam?
I understand you’ve just lost your husband.
Yes. But not at cards.
Ahead we plow
Into the darkening night
Can’t see the bow
How then to search
With only starlight?…
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No moon No wind Nothing to spy things by No wave No swell No line where sea meets sky |
Autumn Shall we all meet in Autumn? Golden and glowing by autumn Shall we still be best of friends Best of friends? Best of friends… |
Stillness; darkness
Can’t see a thing, says I
No reflection
Not a shadow
Not a glint of light
Meets the eye
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And we go sailing sailing Ever westward On the sea, we go. . .Sailing Sailing |
See how calm it is Smooth as polished glass Ah, the open sea Feel the bite in the air Ah, the open sea Smooth as polished glass |
Ever on go we…
No moon
No wind…
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No moon No wind No moon No wind No moon No wind No moon No wind |
The night was alive with a thousand voices… Night was alive with a thousand voices The screws are turning At eighty-one The screws are turning At eighty-one |
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No moon No wind No moon No wind |
The night was alive with a thousand voices |
The screws were turning at eighty-one The screws were turning at eighty-one |
At once a poem and the perfection of physical engineering
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No moon!
No wind!
Dear mother of God –
Iceberg right ahead!