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OK, so I admit it. I'm obsessed with Cal. But he was a nice guy really. Er..
"Cal is jostled by two steerage boys who shove past him. And he is bumped again a second later by the boy's father."
Cal: Steady!!
Man: Sorry squire!
Cal: Steerage swine. Apparently missed his annual bath.
Ruth: Honestly, Cal, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the main terminal instead of running along the dock like some squalid immigrant family.
Cal: All part of my charm, Ruth. At any rate, it was my darling fiancee's beauty rituals which made us late.
Rose: You told me to change.
Cal: I couldn't let you wear black on sailing day, sweetpea. It's bad luck.
Rose: I felt like black.
Cal: Here I've pulled every string I could to book us on the grandest ship in history, in her most luxurious suites and you act as if you're going to your execution.
Trudy: It smells so new. Like they built it all just for us. I mean... just to think that tonight, when I crawl between the sheets, I'll be the first--
Cal (looking at Rose): And when I crawl between the sheets tonight, I'll still be the first.
Trudy (blushing at the innuendo): S'cuse me, Miss.
Cal: The first and only forever.
(Bleak? Bleak? Is the girl mad?! Talk about taste..)
Cal: Reminds me of my Harvard days.
T.W. McCauley, the gym instructor is a bouncy little man in white flannels, eager to show off his modern equipment, like his present-day counterpart on an "Abflex" infomercial. He hits a switch and a machine with a saddle on it starts to undulate. Rose puts her hand on it, curious.
McCauley: The electric horse is very popular. We can have an electrical camel. (To Ruth) Care to try your hand at the rowing, m'am?
Ruth: Don't be absurd. I can't think of a skill I should likely need less.
Andrews: The next stop on our tour will be the bridge. This way please.
Jack, walking with determination, is followed closely by Tommy and Fabrizio. He quickly climbs the steps to B-Deck and steps over the gate separating 3rd class from 2nd class.
Tommy: She's a goddess amongst mortal men, there's no denyin'. But she's in another world, Jackie, forget her. She's closed the door.
Jack moves furtively to the wall below the A-Deck promenade, aft.
Jack: It was them, not her. (Glancing around the deck) Ready...go.
Tommy shakes his head resignedly and puts his hands together, crouching down. Jack steps into Tommy's hands and gets boosted up to the next deck, where he scrambles nimbly over the railing onto the First Class Deck.
Tommy: He's not being logical, I tell ya.
Fabrizio: Amore is'a not logical
As Cal and Lovejoy cross the foyer encounter Benjamin Guggenheim and his valet, both dressed in white tie, tail-coats, and top hats.
Cal: Ben, what's the occasion?
Guggenheim: We have dressed in our best and prepared to go down like gentlemen. (I know that this line was in the film, but in the movie he did not say it to Cal)
Cal: That's admirable Ben. (Walking on) I'll sure and tell your wife...when I get to New York.
The scene in which Cal realizes that the diamond is in the pocket of the coat the he put on Rose, was longer in the original script with the following lines of dialogue and action.
Cal (indicating Lovejoy): I'll give it (the necklace) to you...if you can get it.
He hands Lovejoy the pistol and goes back up the stairs. Lovejoy thinks about it then slogs into the water. The icewater is up to his waist as he crosses the pool into the dining saloon.
Lovejoy moves among the tables and ornate columns, searching, listening, his eyes tracking rapidly. It is a sea of tables, and they could be anywhere. A silver serving trolley rolls downhill, bumping into tables and pillars.
He glances behind him. The water is following him into the room, advancing in a hundred foot wide tide. The reception room is now a rolling lake, and the grand staircase is submerged past the first landing. Monstrous groans echo through the ship.
On Jack and Rose, crouched behind a table, somewhere in the middle. They see the water advancing toward them, swirling over the floor. They crawl ahead of it to the next row of tables.
Jack (whispering): Stay here.
He moves off as---
Lovejoy moves over one row and looks along the tables. Nothing.
The ship groans and creaks. He moves another row.
Angle on a mental cart...five feet tall and full of stacks of china dishes. It starts to roll down the aisle between tables.
On Rose, as the cart rolls toward her. It hits a table and the stacks of dishes topple out, exploding across the floor and showering her.
She scrambles out of the way and--
Lovejoy spins, seeing her. He moves rapidly toward her, keeping the gun aimed--
That's when Jack tackles him from the side. They slam together into a table, crashing over it, and toppling to the floor. They land in the water which is flowing rapidly between the tables.
Jack and Lovejoy grapple in the icy water. Jack jams his knee down on Lovejoy's hand, breaking his grip on the pistol, and kicks it away. Lovejoy scrambles up and lunges at him, but Jack gutpunches him right in the solar plexus, doubling him over.
Jack: Compliments of the Chippewa Falls Dawson's
He grabs Lovejoy and slams him into an ornate column. Lovejoy drops to the floor with a splash, stunned.
Jack: Let's go.
Jack and Rose run aft...uphill...entering the galley. Behind them the tables have become islands in a lake...and the far end of the room is flooded up to the ceiling.
Lovejoy gets up and looks around for his gun. He pulls it up out of the water and wades after them.
The boat is overloaded and half-flooded. Men cling to the sides in the water. Others swimming are drawn to it as their only hope. Cal, standing in the boat, slaps his oar in the water as a warning.
Cal: Stay back, keep off.
Fabrizio, exhausted and near the limit, makes it almost to the boat. Cal clubs him with the oar cutting open his scalp.
Fabrizio: You don't understand...I have...to get...to America.
Cal (pointing with the oar): It's that way!
The main characters that survived are now on board the Carpathia. Jack has died and Rose is distraught. In Cameron's original script, Rose did to talk to Cal when she saw him on the Carpathia. The scene went like this.
Rose is sipping hot tea. Her eyes focus on him as he approaches her. He barely recognizes her. She looks like a refugee, her matted hair hanging in her eyes.
Rose: Yes, I lived. How awkward for you.
Cal: Rose...your mother and I have been looking for you--
She holds up her hand, stopping him.
Rose: Please don't. Don't talk. Just listen. We will make a deal, since that is something you understand. From this moment you do not exist for me, nor I for you. You shall not see me again. And you will not attempt to find me. In return I will keep my silence. Your actions last night need never to come to light, and you will get to keep the honor you have carefully purchased.
She fixes him with a glare as cold and as hard as the ice which changed their lives.
Rose: Is this in any way unclear?
Cal (after a long pause): What do I tell your mother?
Rose: Tell her that her daughter died with the Titanic.
She stands, turning to the rail. Dismissing him. We see Cal stricken with emotion.
Cal: You're precious to me Rose.
Rose: Jewels are precious. Goodbye, Mr. Hockley.
We see that in his way, the only way he knows, he does truly love her.
After a moment, he turns and walks away.
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