Dunn vaguely remembered reading a similar news story online before. During the filming of *Titanic*, a crew member, furious over James Cameron's harsh reprimands, poisoned the catering. This resulted in dozens of people, including Cameron himself, being hospitalized, forcing the production to shut down for two months.
But this time, something was strange. The director was Dunn Walker, and unlike Cameron, he wasn't hot-tempered. He was actually quite respectful toward the crew. So why had another poisoning incident occurred?
Fortunately, Dunn, Cameron, and Grant were drinking alcohol at the time and hadn't eaten anything.
If any of them had ended up in the hospital, the production schedule would have been delayed for sure.
"We need to investigate this! This is way too serious to let slide!"
Grant Hill, rarely seen this furious, was livid. As the producer in charge, he was the first to be held accountable for something like this.
Cameron's face was grim, dark enough to drip water. After all, he was the film's lead producer.
Dunn, in comparison, remained much calmer.
"Luckily, the situation isn't too bad. Only two people suffered severe poisoning, while the others only had mild symptoms. This won't affect our shooting schedule." Staying on schedule was Dunn's top priority.
The entire crew was on edge. Grant Hill took full responsibility for investigating the incident, while Dunn and Cameron continued with the filming.
"Who would even poison the food?" Cameron was baffled and slightly amused. "This has to be a first in film history."
Dunn smirked. "An 18-year-old director leading a $160 million blockbuster is also a first in film history."
"What are you implying?" Cameron picked up on the hidden meaning in Dunn's words, his temper flaring.
"Hmph."
Dunn didn't answer, turning his back on him and waving dismissively. "I just hope I'm wrong."
…
Due to the morning's incident, the afternoon shoot was adjusted to focus on simple cabin scenes. The extras were either sent home, given a break, or called in for questioning by Grant.
After filming several takes, they finally reached one of the most anticipated scenes—Jack sketching a **nude portrait** of Rose in the lower deck.
The artwork had already been prepared beforehand. It was actually drawn by Cameron himself, using a bikini photo of Kate Winslet as a reference and relying on his *imagination*.
One finished piece. One half-finished.
But when it came time to shoot, an unexpected problem arose.
It wasn't the actors. Kate, despite being undressed, remained poised and confident. Her makeup-enhanced body exuded an artistic beauty. Young Leonardo was just as composed, showing no signs of embarrassment.
If anyone was nervous, it was Dunn—the only one whose heart was racing in the cleared-out set.
"James, since when were you left-handed?!" Dunn blurted out in surprise.
Since Leonardo didn't know how to draw, they had planned for Cameron to substitute his hand in the close-up shots, sketching over the half-finished drawing.
But in the wide-angle shot, Leo was drawing with his right hand.
The moment the words left Dunn's mouth, he realized his mistake—it sounded like he was discriminating against left-handed people.
Cameron scowled. "How about *you* do it? My hands are too old-looking to pass for a young man's anyway."
"Fine, I'll do it!"
Dunn wasn't an artist, but thanks to his *borrowed* Cameron skills, drawing was a basic talent any director should have. Rolling up his sleeves, he took Leo's seat.
**The camera zoomed in, capturing only his arm as he drew.**
It was a simple shoot, and Dunn felt confident. He picked up the pencil, ready to sketch. But as he glanced up and saw Kate Winslet reclining before him, locking eyes with him in a gaze full of warmth and depth, he suddenly felt a rush of heat surge through his body, his face instantly flushing.
"Dunn, do you even know how to draw?"
Cameron scoffed as he saw Dunn's pencil make a wild, meaningless stroke on the paper.
Kate pursed her lips, trying to hold back laughter, but eventually, she couldn't help it—she burst out giggling.
Cameron froze for a moment before realization struck. He chuckled awkwardly. "Ah, the *joys* of youth."
Dunn took a deep breath, glaring at Cameron before waving his hand. "Cut! We're doing that again!"
This time, he focused. The scene was shot in a continuous two-minute take, and by the end, the half-finished sketch was nearly complete.
Cameron's eyes lit up. "Not bad at all!"
Dunn scoffed. "Alright, let's get the wide shot done in three takes or less. I want everyone to wrap up early."
…
As they were wrapping up for the day, Kate Winslet walked past Dunn with a teasing smile. "Dunn, you *almost* made a fool of yourself while drawing."
Dunn didn't bother hiding it. He chuckled and shook his head. "You're just too beautiful—I got distracted."
Kate's dazzling smile widened, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Are we… continuing tonight?"
Since arriving in Rosarito, they had spent most nights together.
"Yeah."
"Your place or mine?"
"I don't mind. You decide."
Kate batted her long lashes. "Let's go to my room. My fiancé sent over a bottle of '90 Romanée-Conti. Let's have a drink."
Dunn laughed. "Your fiancé's gift, and you're sharing it with *me*? Isn't that a little… inappropriate?"
Kate giggled, glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then whispered, "We've done *much* more inappropriate things… what's a glass of wine compared to that?"
Dunn nearly tripped over his own feet. He found Kate's bold, carefree attitude equal parts amusing and exasperating. "Fine, but I need to go over tomorrow's script first. I'll come by later."
"Alright, I'll wait for you." She paused, then playfully tossed him a seductive glance, her charm utterly irresistible.
Dunn smirked. "I'll make sure to take my time savoring the *delicacies* tonight."
Kate, of course, caught his double meaning. She let out a soft, sultry laugh, her voice teasingly low. "Oh? And which *delicacy* does the strong, young director want to taste first?"
Dunn coughed, struggling to keep his composure. Hollywood actresses really *could* flirt like no other.
"Alright, let's talk about it later. Grant's coming over—I need to speak with him."
Still feeling warm from the exchange, Dunn walked over to Grant Hill. "Any updates?"
Grant's face was serious as he sighed. "We questioned over 80 people this afternoon… no suspects, no motives."
Dunn was surprised. Finding hard evidence was difficult, but surely there should've been *some* suspects? He hadn't expected this answer at all.
"Not even a single lead?"
Grant shook his head, his expression grim. "If I *do* find out who did this, I won't let them off easy."
Dunn fell silent for a moment before saying, "If it's this serious and we still don't have answers… maybe we should call the police."
Grant immediately shook his head. "No one *died*. I've already swapped out the catering staff with people I trust. We'll just have to stay cautious. This kind of thing… it's best if we keep it quiet."
Dunn's smirk turned cold. "Keep it quiet? So just because no one died, we let it go?"
Grant looked at him sharply. "Dunn… do you have a theory?"
"It's simple. If Leo, Kate, or I had ended up in the hospital, who benefits the most? Or rather… *who wants to delay my filming schedule the most*?"
Grant's expression went blank. Then his eyes widened in shock. A name was already forming on his lips. "You're saying… *Jon Landau*?"
Dunn's gaze darkened. "Either it was one of us… or it had to be someone powerful enough within the crew to pull this off."
Grant's breath hitched. If Jon Landau was behind this… that was terrifying.