A large number of First Class passengers have gathered near the staircase. They are getting indignant about the confusion. Molly Brown snags a passing YOUNG STEWARD.
MOLLY
What's doing, sonny? You've got us all trussed up and now we're cooling our heels. The young steward backs away, actually stumbling on the stairs.
YOUNG STEWARD
Sorry, mum. Let me go and find out.
The jumpy piano rhythm of "Alexander's Ragtime Band" comes out of the first class lounge a few yards away. Band leader WALLACE HARTLEY has assembled some of his men on Captain's orders, to allay panic.
Hockley's entourage comes up to the A-deck foyer. Cal is carrying the lifebelts, almost as an afterthought. Rose is like a sleepwalker.
CAL
It's just the God damned English doing everything by the book.
RUTH
There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley.
(to Trudy)
Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it won't be too cold when we get back.
Thomas Andrews enters, looking around the magnificent room, which he knows is doomed. Rose, standing nearby, sees his heartbroken expression. She walks over to him and Cal goes after her.
ROSE
I saw the iceberg, Mr. Andrews. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.
ANDREWS
The ship will sink.
ROSE
You're certain?
ANDREWS
Yes. In an hour or so... all this... will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.
CAL
My God.
Now it is Cal's turn to look stunned.
The Titanic?
Sinking?
ANDREWS
Please tell only who you must, I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly. Don't wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?
ROSE
Yes, I understand. Thank you.
Andrews goes off, moving among the passengers and urging them to put on their lifebelts and get to the boats.