S.O.S. Titanic Page #2

And two rooms in the house.

We was three and four to a bed.

- Mercy, what's that?

- An explosion.

Not to worry, they've just started

the engines. You're near the casing.

- Are we moving?

- We will be soon.

I'm going to be seasick, I know.

Well, think that way and you will.

Is it "Abandon ship"

or "Run for your life"?

- It's lunch.

- Da-da-da! Da-da-da!

Do you do that every time it's lunch?

And breakfast and dinner. Third-class

dining saloon, one deck down.

Dinner?

They call tea dinner?

What swank.

I never had dinner in my life.

We're on our way to ruin,

the bunch of us.

Good.

- Daniel, my stomach's growling.

- Almost finished.

Be careful.

Watch out.

- Oh!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

No harm done.

- Watch out.

- This reel is nearly used up.

That's quite an expensive toy.

- It was a wedding present.

My dad's in moving pictures.

Tell him to save his money and invest in

something with a future like Vaudeville.

Henry's a theatrical producer.

Broadway.

- Henry Harris. How are you?

- Dan Marvin. This is Mary.

I'm Renee.

Do you think the movies

are a flash in the pan?

Well, my father used to say

sinking cash into novelties was like

waiting for ships that never come in.

- Sinking ships? Was that funny?

- Only by accident.

Enough about accidents.

Let's eat.

Oh, sorry.

It's all right, Miss Sloan.

It's only me.

Mr Andrews?

Yes, the Astors have gone to lunch.

I just nipped in to give a prod

to that fan you reported out of order.

Were you taking a last look at Ireland?

Yes, yes.

Isn't it foolish?

We're hardly away and I'm homesick.

Where do you come from?

Comber, County Down,

but I live in Belfast now.

- So do I.

- Do you? Where?

Kerslan Road, Strandtown.

Yes. My wife and I used to stroll

in Victoria Park when we were courting.

- Do you have any children?

- One. A little girl, Elizabeth.

She cried when we said goodbye.

If you ever want to talk about home,

just come along to the linen room.

We could give you a cup of tea.

Thank you, I'd like that.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

She dines late.

Well, she's a countess.

When you're a countess

you dine when you like.

I'm sorry, darling.

- Countess of what, Maggie?

- Rothes.

Thank you, Cyril.

Don't call me Maggie.

I find her fascinating. She looks

just the way I've always wanted to.

Worldly and mysterious.

I wouldn't change you for any countess.

Talk about mysterious...

take a squint down there in the corner.

What is that gay dog Ben Guggenheim

doing at a table all by himself for two?

Well, the story...

The story is he finally broke it off

with her nibs, the Marquise de Cerruti,

and now he's on his way home

to his kids

for the first time

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