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I will happily compensate you for anything you can tell us that will lead to its recovery. Laid out on a worktable are fifty or so objects, from mundane to valuable. She is 17 years old and beautiful, regal of bearing, with piercing eyes. CAL You can be blase about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. Cal turns and fives his hand to Rose's mother, RUTH DEWITT BUKATER, who descends from the touring car being him. He is an artist, and has adopted the bohemian style of art scene in Paris. He is also unshaven, and his clothes are rumpled from sleeping in them. LAB DECK, PRESERVATION AREA Rose looks at the drawing in its tray of water, confronting herself across a span of 84 years. LOVETT I tracked it down through insurance records... Behind him emerge TWO MAIDS, personal servants to Ruth and Rose. (MORE) CAL (CONT'D) (curtly, indicating Lovejoy) See my man. LOVEJOY (to the porter) These trunks here, and 12 more in the Daimler. The White Star man looks stricken when he sees the enormous pile of steamer trunks and suitcases loading down the second car, including wooden crates and steel safe. They pass a line of steerage passengers in their coarse wool and tweeds, queued up inside movable barriers like cattle in a chute. Mary Marvin, without an acting fiber in her body, does a bad Clara Bow pantomime of awe, hands raised. RUTH Honestly, Cal, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running along the dock like some squalid immigrant family. At any rate, it was my darling fiancee's beauty rituals which made us late. CAL I couldn't let you wear black on sailing day, sweetpea. CAL Here I've pulled every string I could to book us on the grandest ship in history, in her most luxurious suites... Rose looks up as the hull of Titanic looms over them...a great iron wall, Bible black and sever. CLOSE ON CAL'S HAND IN SLOW-MOTION as it closes possessively over Rose's arm. CLOSE ON FABRIZIO licking his lips nervously as he refuses a card. Cal's VALET, SPICER LOVEJOY, is a tall and impassive, dour as an undertaker. Cal never tires of the effect of money on the unwashed masses. Most of the first class passengers are avoiding the smelly press of the dockside crowd by using an elevated boarding bridge, twenty feet above. Cal guides them out of the path of a horse-drawn wagon loaded down with two tons of OXFORD MARMALADE, in wooden cases, for Titanic's Victualling Department. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains.
Then she married a guy named Calvert, moved to Cedar Rapids, had two kids. Lovett, Buell and Bodine watch as the HELICOPTER CREW CHIEF hands out about ten suitcases, and then Rose is lowered to the deck in a wheelchair by Keldysh crewmen.