— You stole my boat.
— Actually — borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you.
— And I'm telling you... water that cold, like right down there... it hits you like 1000 knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe... You can't think. Least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. Like I said I don't have a choice I guess I'm kind of hoping you'll come back over the rail and... and get me off the hook here.
— You're crazy.
— That's what everybody says but... with all due respect, miss... I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.
— It's been 84 years...
— It's okay. Just try to remember anything...anything at all.
— Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett? It's been 84 years... and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called
the ship of dreams. And it was.
— Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along... punching holes like morse code, ditdit-dit along the side... below the water line. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now, as the water level rises... it spills over the watertight bulkheads... which, unfortunately, don't go any higher than E deck. So now as the bow goes down... the stern rises up, slow at first... then faster and faster... until finally, she's got her whole ass sticking up in the air. And that's a big ass. We're talking 20, 30,000 tons. Okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure. So, what happens? She splits, right down to the keel. And the stern falls back level. Then... as the bow sinks it pulls the stern vertical... and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes... floods, and finally goes under about 2:20 AM... 2 hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away...landing about a half a mile away... going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Pretty cool?
— Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different.
Two thousand men, and fifty thousand tonnes of steel,
Set the course for the Atlantic with the allies on their heel.
Battlestations, keep the targets steady in sight!
Into formation! The hunt has begun!
Death and damnation, the fleet is coming.
The terror of the seas
The "Bismarck" and the Kriegsmarine!