At the first-class dinner, Jack wears a borrowed tuxedo. He faces cruel stares, but he charms everyone with raw honesty: “I have nothing to lose. I’ve got ten bucks in my pocket. I’ve slept under bridges. And I’ve seen the Atlantic from a cargo ship’s bow. That’s more real than any of this silverware.”

Jack asks: “Are you ready to be a penniless artist’s wife, sleeping on park benches?”

On the sloping stern, Jack and Rose hold each other. The ship breaks in two. Hundreds fall into the 28°F water.

Young Jack Dawson turns at the top of the stairs. Young Rose walks up to him, wearing a simple white dress. He holds out his hand. They kiss.

“Don’t do it,” he says.

(20) – a spirited, penniless artist who won his third-class ticket in a lucky hand of poker. He has nothing but a few drawings, a sketchbook, and a hunger for real experience. “Make each day count,” he says.