Hudson: This piece of paper has been underwater for a million years. That’s before you or I were even born..
Rose: That’s not Kate Winslet. That’s me. He’s a fucking idiot.
Rose: Give me the phone.
Hudson: Jesus…this is so boring.
Bloke: Oi, Brock…I mean Hudson..there’s a call for you.
Hudson: This better be important.
Bloke: Oh you wanna take this call..
Bloke: You wanna speak up..she’s kinda old.
Hudson: Great. Hello.
Rose: Alright? I was just wondering if you’d found the heart of the ocean yet?
Hudson: Fuck. Alright, you have my attention Rose. Can you tell me who the woman in the picture is?
Rose: It’s me.
Hudson: No, it’s not. You’re a hundered years old. She’s 17. That’s a billion years difference obviously.
Rose: Fuck’s sake. What do you not understand about time and age, Mr Lovett?
Hudson: Name’s Hudson.
INT: Helicopter approaching boat. Old Rose stares out. Lands on deck. Meanwhile, Hudson and Beard are walking along.
Beard: Some nutcase seeking money or publicity, God only knows why..
Bloke: THEY’RE INBOUND!
Beard: Look, i’ve already done the background on this woman all the way back to the twenties. She was an actress back then. AN ACTRESS….There’s your first clue, Sherlock.
Hudson: Yeah, I know, she’s Kate Winslet.
Beard: She ISN’T KATE FUCKING WINSLET! She moves to some place, meets some bloke and then punches out o a couple of kids.
Hudson: Violent then..
Hudson: Anyway, she knows loads of stuff. Everybody who’s supposed to know about it is dead, which she knows!
Hudson: Dunno. Let’s meet the old crone.
(Rose gets off the copter, in wheel chair and holding a dog. Luggage follows.
Beard: Doesn’t exactly travel light, does she?
Hudson: You really are a fucking unfunny cunt, Beard. Get off my boat.