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                                                                        JACK

Uh  huh.  They'll  be  sorry.  'Course  you'll  be  dead.

                                                                        ROSE

                                                      (she  lowers  her  head)

Oh  God,  I  am  such  an  utter  fool.

                                                                        JACK

That  penguin  last  night,  is  he  one  of  them?

                                                                        ROSE

Penguin?  Oh,  Cal!  He  is  them.

                                                                        JACK

Is  he  your  boyfriend?

                                                                        ROSE

Worse  I'm  afraid.

She  shows  him  her  engagement  ring.  A  sizable  diamond.

                                                                        JACK

Gawd  look  at  that  thing!  You  would  have  gone  straight  to  the  bottom.

They  laugh  together.  A  passing  steward  scowls  at  Jack,  who  is  clearly  not  a

first  class  passenger,  but  Rose  just  glares  at  him  away.

                                                                        JACK

So  you  feel  like  you're  stuck  on  a  train  you  can't  get  off  'cause  you're

marryin'  this  fella.

                                                                        ROSE

Yes,  exactly!

                                                                        JACK

So  don't  marry  him.

                                                                        ROSE

If  only  it  were  that  simple.

                                                                        JACK

It  is  that  simple.

                                                                        ROSE

Oh,  Jack...  please  don't  judge  me  until  you've  seen  my  world.

                                                                        JACK

Well,  I  guess  I  will  tonight.

Looking  for  another  topic,  any  other  topic,  she  indicates  his  sketchbook.

                                                                        ROSE

What's  this?

                                                                        JACK

Just  some  sketches.

                                                                        ROSE

May  I?

The  question  is  rhetorical  because  she  has  already  grabbed  the  book.  She

sits  on  a  deck  chair  and  opens  the  sketchbook.  ON  JACK'S  sketches...  each

one  an  expressive  little  bit  of  humanity:  an  old  woman's  hands,  a  sleeping

man,  a  father  and  daughter  at  the  rail.  The  faces  are  luminous  and  alive.

His  book  is  a  celebration  of  the  human  condition.

                                                                        ROSE

Jack,  these  are  quite  good!  Really,  they  are.

                                                                        JACK

Well,  they  didn't  think  too  much  of  'em  in  Paree.

Some  loose  sketches  fall  out  and  are  taken  by  the  wind.  Jack  scrambles  after

them...  catching  two,  but  the  rest  are  gone,  over  the  rail.

                                                                        ROSE

Oh  no!  Oh,  I'm  so  sorry.  Truly!

                                                                        JACK

Well,  they  didn't  think  too  much  of  'em  in  Paree.

He  snaps  his  wrist,  shaking  his  drawing  hand  in  a  flourish.

                                                                        JACK

I  just  seem  to  spew  'em  out.  Besides,  they're  not  worth  a  damn  anyway.

For  emphasis  he  throws  away  the  two  he  caught.  They  sail  off.

                                                                        ROSE

                                                                  (laughing)

You're  deranged!

She  goes  back  to  the  book,  turning  a  page.

                                                                        ROSE

Well,  well...

She  has  come  upon  a  series  of  nudes.  Rose  is  transfixed  by  the  languid

beauty  he  has  created.  His  nudes  are  soulful,  real,  with  expressive  hands