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... I have a pretty good idea where to fine the other.
(to Master at Arms)
Search him.
The Master at Arms steps up to Jack.
MASTER AT ARMS
Coat off, mate.
Lovejoy pulls at Jack's coat and Jack shakes his head in dismay, shrugging
out of it. The Master at Arms pats him down.
JACK
This is horseshit.
ROSE
Cal, you can't be serious! We're in the middle of an emergency and you--
Steward Barnes pulls the Heart of the Ocean out of the pocket of Jack's
coat.
STEWARD BARNES
Is this it?
Rose is stunned. Needless to say, so is Jack.
CAL
That's it.
MASTER AT ARMS
Right then. Now don't make a fuss.
He starts to handcuff Jack.
JACK
Don't you believe it, Rose. Don't!
ROSE
(uncertain)
He couldn't have.
CAL
Of course he could. Easy enough for a professional. He memorized the
combination when you opened the safe.
FLASHBACK: Rose at the safe, looking in the mirror and meeting Jack's eyes
as he stands behind her, watching.
ROSE
But I was with him the whole time.
CAL
(just to her, low and cold)
Maybe he did it while you were putting your clothes back on.
JACK
They put it in my pocket!
LOVEJOY
(holding Jack's coat)
It's not even your pocket, son.
(reading)
"Property of A. L. Ryerson".
Lovejoy shows the coat to the Master at Arms. There is a label inside the
collar with the owner's name.
MASTER AT ARMS
That was reported stolen today.
JACK
I was going to return it! Rose--
Rose feels utterly betrayed, hurt and confused. She shrinks away from him.
He starts shouting to her as Lovejoy and the Master at Arms drag him out
into the hall. She can't look him in the eye.
JACK
Rose, don't listen to them... I didn't do this! You know I didn't! You know
it!
She is devastated. Her mother lays a comforting hand on her shoulder as the
tears well up.
RUTH
Why do women believe men?
CUT TO:
162 INT. MAIL SORTING ROOM / HOLD
Smith and Andrews come down the steps to the Mail Sorting Room and finds the
clerks scrambling to pull mail from the racks. They are furiously hauling
wet sacks of mail up from the hold below.
Andrews climbs partway down the stairs to the hold, which is almost full.
Sacks of mail float everywhere. The lights are still on below the surface,