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~Cal's Harvard days/Amore is not logical~ |
**All right, Jack has just been sent away from the church service, no thanks to Cal and Mr. Lovejoy! Ruth, Cal and Rose are now on a tour of the ship, led by Mr. Andrews.**
INT. GYMNASIUM- DAY
An Edwardian nautilus room. There are machines we recognize, and some we don't. A woman pedals a stationary bicycle in a long dress, looking ridiculous. Thomas Andrews is leading a small tour group, including Rose, Ruth and Cal. Cal is working the oars of a stationary rowing machine with a well trained stroke.
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 even have an electric 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.
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EXT. AFT WELL DECK, B-DECK AND A-DECK -
DAY
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.
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 over the railing, onto the First Class deck.
TOMMY
He's not bein' logical, I tell ya.
FABRIZIO
Amore is'a not logical.