The Bridge

Ismay:
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.

Andrews:
Not as well as I'd hoped Mr. Ismay.
We've got a few problems.

Ismay:
Really? Such as what?




Andrews:
I'm disappointed in the water
pressure in the upper decks. The
kitchen staff are complaining that
their quarters are overheated.

Ismay:
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?

Andrews:
I think so, Sir.

Ismay:
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?


Andrews:
We are doing 22 knots, Mr. Ismay.
That's faster than any White Star
Ship has ever managed.

Ismay:
Talk to me straight Andrews. You
chaps at Harland & Wolff built the
Cunard ships. Was Titanic
intentionally designed to run slower?

Andrews:
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.

Ismay:
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.

Captain:
Mr. Ismay is there something
that you wanted?

Ismay:
EJ, I was wondering if you could now
predict with any certainty our landing
in NY by Tuesday afternoon.

Captain:
I can only say it's still possible.

Ismay:
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!

Captain:
I'm sure that we will do everything
that we can Mr. Ismay!

Ismay:
Splendid! That's all we can ask
isn't it?

The Radio Room, Late Saturday Night

Barrett:
Excuse me! Excuse me!

Bride:
Who's there?

Barrett:
Barrett! Barrett!

Bride:
The stoker? I remember! Welcome
to the most important place in the
whole ship! What can I do for you?

Barrett:
I heard you can actually send a
message back to England.

Bride:
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!

Barrett:
Yeah!

Bride:
As you can see I'm awfully busy
Barrett so what is it you want?

Barrett:
Shouldn't the Captain know about
that iceberg then?

Bride:
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.

Barrett:
So how much would it cost to send
a message to my girl in England?
Sort of a romantic message?
<shows Bride picture>

Bride:
Very pretty. But romance or not the
minimum rakes 2 pounds 4.

Barrett:
2 pounds quid!? That's twice what I
get for going to America and back!

Bride:
Hold on! Maybe I can give you a
professional discount..?

Barrett:
Oh yeah, How much would that cost?

Bride:
Ahhh <figuring>...nothing!
They'll never know the difference!

Barrett:
Ah you must be sort of a romantic
person yourself!

Bride:
Not me. Romance and telegraphy
don't mix. How can you
communicatewith only one
person when you've
got the entire world talking to you!
I'll need the name & address...

Barrett:
Darlene Watkins,
Knottingham, England

Bride:
All right. <begins tapping message)

Barrett:
What's that you're doing?

Bride:
Darlene Watkins- Knottingham,
England, Sir -what's the rest of it?

Barrett:
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

Barrett:
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!

Bride:
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...

Barrett:
Marry me

Barrett:
May the Lord who
watches all watch over thee

Barrett:
Marry me

Barrett:
May God's heaven be
Your blanket
As you sleep

Barrett:
Marry me...

Barrett:
Marry me...

Barrett:
Signed "Fred"

Bride: (tapping out "F-R-E-D" on this telegraph key)

Everywhere!

(He picks up a signal from the reciever)

Message recieved.

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