89 INT. ORSE AND CAL'S SUITE / PRIVATE PROMENADE - DAY
SUNDAY APRIL 14, 1912. A bright clear day. Sunlight splashing across the
promenade. Rose and Cal are having breakfast in silence. The tension is palpable.
Trudy Bolt, in her maid's uniform, pours the coffee and goes inside.
CAL
I had hoped you would come to me last night.
ROSE
I was tired.
CAL
Yes. Your exertions below decks were no doubt
exausting.
ROSE
(stiffening)
I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow
me.
CAL
You will never behave like that again! Do you
understand?
ROSE
I'm not some foreman in your mills than you can
ommand! I am your fiancee--
Cal explodes, sweeping the breakfast china off the table with a crash. He moves to her in
one shocking moment, glowering over her and gripping the sides of her chair, so she is
trapped between his arms.
CAL
Yes! You are! And my wife... in practice, if not yet by
law. So you will honor me, as a wife is required to
honor her husband! I will not be made out a fool! Is
this in any way unclear?
Rose shrinks into the chair. She sees Trudy, frozen, partway through the door bringing
the orange juice. Cal follows Rose's glance and straightens up. He stalks past the maid,
entering the stateroom.
ROSE
We... had a little accident. I'm sorry, Trudy.
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