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(thunder rumbling)
(rain pouring)
(wind blowing)
(melodic whistling)
(water lapping)
(ship motor chugging loudly)
(whistling grows louder)
(children laughing)
BOY: Last one there goes to prison!
GIRL: Wait, that's not fair. Wait for me!
GUEST: I said if you want to see a clattering engine,
stop by the Commons on the first Friday of the month.
(dog barking)
WOMAN: What do you think is?
MAN 1: Might just be a drill.
-MAN 2: Very strange, don't you think? -MAN 3: Haven't you heard?
-MAN 2: Heard what?
-MAN 4: A rupture of some sort in the engine.
Oh, here comes someone.
Excuse me, where do you think he's going?
MAN: (calls) Hello?
(whistling continues)
CREW MEMBER: Take one, keep moving please.
Take one.
-GUEST: Did you say this way? -CREW: Everything will be fine.
CREW MEMBER: Upstairs and turn left.
MAN: I don't like this madness.
-WOMAN: Are we sinking? -CREW MEMBER: No. Upstairs, turn left.
Everything will be fine.
Just continue upstairs, please.
Keep moving, please.
(bell ringing) Sir, keep moving, please.
(door opens) There you go, Sir.
GUEST: Are there at least enough lifeboats this time?
CREW MEMBER: Keep calm, go upstairs please.
(whistling continues)
PORTER: Hello?
Mrs Ratch?
(footsteps echoing) (whistling continues)
(bell ringing continuously)
(ominous music)
GIBSON: The porter found her twenty minutes ago.
CARRADINE: And?
GIBSON: Apparently, her husband used an axe.
CARRADINE: Oh my God.
GIBSON: The lunatic hasn't stopped whistling since he got here.
CARRADINE: The little girl?
GIBSON: We're still looking.
(door opens)
(jewellery box music tinkling)
(glass crunching)
(tense music)
♪London Bridge is falling down
♪Falling down♪ (dog barking)
♪Falling down♪
♪London Bridge is falling down♪ (whistling)
(tap dance shoes stepping) My fair lady...
(metal banging)
(footsteps) (whistling continues)
(spurs banging wooden box) (whistling getting louder)
JACKIE: Daddy? Is that you?
(creaking)
DAVID: In the flesh.
JACKIE: (upset) Mum...mum's hurt.
It's horrible.
(tense music)
-GIBSON: Captain! -CARRADINE: Why aren't you upstairs?
I was. But an incident occurred with one of the passengers.
-Take care of it. -There's been a murder.
♪Build it up with iron and steel
♪My fair lady♪
Let's find the captain.
But first, can you help me out this bind?
(high tempo music)
GWEN: (softly) Where...is...she?
(metal clangs) (shackles drop)
Thank you, Cassandra.
(sniffs) Daddy? My name is Jackie.
(dramatic music)
(Gwen staggered breath)
(glass crunching) GWEN: Where...is...she?
(crew member screaming)
(thump)
(door bolt slides closed)
(upbeat violin music)
(music becomes threatening) (dog barking)
(siren blares)
♪...he must go, he must go♪
(siren blaring
(door kicks)
(children chanting)
(treacherous music)
JACKIE: No! No!
(blood spatters)
(people chattering)
DAVID: Right, anyone asks, we're Mr and Mrs William Howe.
GWEN: Are you sure they cancelled?
-JACKIE: Who am I? -DAVID: Our niece.
GWEN: They might just be delayed, have you thought of that?
DAVID: Stop worrying. Apparently Mrs Howe's weak stomach
caused her so much upset,
she's still clinging to a toilet bowl.
JACKIE: Do I have to use my real name?
-DAVID: Why? -Jackie is so boring!
How about...Cassandra?
DAVID: That's a terrible name.
GWEN: I was fine in third class dining.
I wasn't.
-Were you? -Mm-hmm.
Oh, what does a seven-year-old know?
-Eight! -Really?
GWEN: Have you any idea what will happen
if they catch us impersonating other guests?
(pen scratches)
GUEST: Thank you.
DAVID: We, err, reserved a table. The name is Howe.
William Howe?
Ah, yes. Er, you cancelled.
Well, we're here now.
That table is no longer available.
I'm sorry, Mr Howe.
And it was for two guests, only.
Captain...Howe.
(clears throat) -M'AITRE D: Army, Sir?
Infantry. Northern Ireland.
(battle sounds)
Did you serve?
Royal engineers. Palestine.
(men laughing)
DAVID: Oh, bugger.
Blasted lighter.
Could have sworn I brought it with me.
(lighter clicks)
(exhales)
(cigarette tip sizzles)
Well...Captain Howe.
-(exhales) -Shall we see about that table?
(jazz music playing)
Happy Halloween!
And boy, oh, boy, have we got a show or you tonight!
So, come and join us on the dance floor
and let's 'raise some spirits'!
(people chattering)
This is you, Sir.
Ah, perhaps you have something a little more...
central, for an old army pal?
VIKTOR: My usual table.
(Viktor groans)
Reserved, I'm afraid.
Typical army engineer.
Technically correct, but of no use to anyone.
Enjoy your evening, Sir.
Oh, fuck off.
GWEN: Darling, please.
This is fine.
He's a movie producer.
Made the one about a couple who have a child out of wedlock,
with hilarious consequences.
-GWEN: One Up, One Down? -(chuckles) Yeah, yeah. Quite liked it.
Heard he was in London making a picture with Fred Astaire.
Really?
I should go over and introduce myself.
-No. -No.
JACKIE: You always say,
"If an opportunity comes along, grab it."
Yeah, I do, but never beg.
Opportunity is slippery.
It's like trying to catch a fish with bare hands.
The trick is to wait and let it come to you,
then when it gets close... (hand bangs table)
...grab it! (mirror shatters)
(chuckles) And don't let it go,
no matter how much it begs and tries to slip away.
Hold on tight.
And don't be afraid to get your hands dirty.
How long must I wait?
Haven't you heard?
Patience is next to godliness. (chuckles)
♪Release me, release me and stop haunting me
DAVID: Right. Who else needs a drink?
-♪Release me♪ -Garon?
♪Release me♪
♪and stop haunting me♪
-The quality of the work, the quality... -Mom...
...the, the quality of the work and the story you tell,
that is all very important,
but the, the truth of the matter is... -Mom.
Um, yes. Yes?
Why can't ghosts move on?
Er, what does your book say?
-Nothing. -Well, it is a good question.
The quality of the work, and the story you tell...
Dad should write about it in his book.
Er, I'm not sure that's the angle they want to take.
Well, then change his mind.
Who wants to read about boring old architecture
on a haunted ship? -(laughs)
What?
Um, well, maybe we should leave it
for the people in charge to decide.
I hope they say yes.
It's been ages since the three of us did anything.
Yep. Feels that way.
He might as well live in a different country.
Well, it's kind of appropriate, then,
that we are meeting on a ship that has travelled the whole world.
-Or a different continent. -Honey, you're being a little dramatic.
You just needed time to settle in.
You know, new home, new school, new friends.
-Yeah, right. -What?
-Nothing. -I told you,
those kids don't know what they're talking about.
That is why they're kids.
Do you believe them?
Then you are just as stupid as they are.
-No, I'm not! No, you're not. You're not.
(exhales)
(game plays) A sailor went to...
♪sea, sea, sea...♪
♪to see what he could...♪
♪...see, see, see♪
I'm not four.
Right.
♪But all that he could see, see, see...
♪was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea
♪Two sailors went to sea, sea, sea
♪To see what they could see, see, see
♪And all that they could see, see, see
♪Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea
(dramatic music)
(camera housing clicks closed)
Okay.
Go do some of that ghost hunting, honey.
(camera clicks)
(exhales)
(dramatic music)
(film reel static)
REPORTER: For thirty-one years,
the Queen Mary served as a majestic city of the sea.
Now she's dropped anchor for the final time.
Closing out a career
unequalled in the history of commercial sea voyaging.
A career that took her through a depression,
a world war, a period of unequalled glory,
and a last great voyage.
CAPTAIN:Well, I would describe this Queen Mary's the most elegant
and the finest ship that has ever sailed any of the oceans.
CREW MEMBER:The saddest thing is, I think, to ever happen
because this has got to be one of the most beautiful ships that was, er...
anyone's ever built.
(jazz music)
MAN:We feel that The Queen Mary will be sort of
the crown jewel in what we hope will be
the foremost water recreation development in the entire United States.
MAN:Their predictions are as high as two and a half million people a year
will be coming down to visit and board The Queen Mary for its various activities.
PATRICK: The quality of the work and the story that you tell, the pictures,
that's all very...quality, the quality...
-Dad! Dad! -Hey, son!
I have missed you.
(chuckles) Me too!
-Hi, Patrick. -Hey...Anne.
Glad you made it,
although you are a little late, but that's fine.
-Sorry. -I rung ahead, let them know.
You wanna go through it again, or...?
-The pitch? -Yeah.
Um, I'm good if you are?
I'm, I'm good. -Er, well, although, er...
the publisher thinks a more holistic approach is needed.
Um, books, website, 3D tour?
TOUR GUIDE: Guests have reported (camera shutter clicks)
seeing a woman in white, playing piano.
A war bride, who, after learning her husband died
serving in France, took her own life.
You can pick up a limited-edition doll of the woman in white
in the gift shop on your way out.
Next, we'll see where Fred Astaire once danced the cha cha.
I'm half expecting Fred Astaire to jump out and try sell me a hoover.
-So, what's this about a 3D tour? -Oh, sorry.
Er, you know, I just thought you could mention it to him.
PATRICK: It, it's a big thing to just mention.
There are no visuals, no concept work.
Besides we've been through this... -Hey, uh...
-...the ship's almost 80 years old. -Hey, Dad.
-PATRICK: It deserves something... -I'm thirsty.
...you can feel and touch. Something that lasts.
-Can I get a frappe? -PATRICK: Er, sure.
ANNE: No, honey. Who lets a kid drink coffee?
-Oh, come on! -PATRICK: Fine.
ANNE: Hang on, I'll give you water.
LUKAS: Oh, forget it.
With or without all this.
But, er, you don't agree?
No, I do, I do. I think you're incredibly noble.
-Well, thank you. -And righteous.
-Yeah, keep going. -And have amazing intentions.
I feel like the idea is a little dated.
I don't know what a book is gonna do
to save The Queen Mary.
HOMELESS MAN: Get your God damn freaking hands off me!
(homeless man groans)
If I catch you sneaking in here one more time,
I swear to God, I'll crack your head open.
PATRICK: So, I've been published three times.
ANNE: Oh, we're counting academic papers now?
PATRICK: All warmly received.
(Anne and Patrick chatter)
(tense music)
Welcome to L.A.
These days.
So, what do you think?
ANNE: Look, isn't the real reason you wanted to work on this...
so you can spend time with...
-PATRICK: Hey, buddy. -(gasps)
Huh? Yeah?
Er...you wanna go on the haunted tour
while your mom has her boring meeting?
(chuckling)
Yeah!
(Patrick clears his throat)
-Good luck. -Thank you.
Yeah.
-Come on. -Bye, Mom!
(blows kiss)
(suspenseful music)
I'll be fine.
(ship cutting through sea) (jazz music)
♪We'll give a toast to our bastard Captain
♪'Cause only a bastard could drive us to drink
♪To drink! To drink!
♪And though we all know♪ (glass shatters)
♪the man is a bastard♪ -CARRADINE: Damn it.
♪He will never let us sink Sink! Sink!
♪Our bastard captain enjoys the flavour
♪of any substance that eases the pain
♪The pain! The pain!
♪And that's the reason our merciless cap...
(tap dripping)
(tap handle squeaks)
♪A captain fancies alleviation♪
♪from all of the willies that drive him to drink
♪To drink! To drink!
♪And that's the reason our barbarous captain
♪keeps assortments at his sink♪
♪Sink! Sink!
GIBSON: Captain. -Oh, Gibson.
I've looked at your proposal.
-Oh, right. -Let's be clear,
we're on the world's fastest ocean liner.
And all you're thinking about is how to make us go faster.
I like it. -Yes, Sir, about that...
-Passengers travel on The Queen Mary
because of two words, Blue Riband.
Not just an award for fastest transatlantic crossing,
but a guarantee.
-Evening, gentlemen. -OFFICERS: Captain.
CARRADINE: So, if our rivals want the title of world's fastest,
well, fuel consumption is the new battle ground.
Not propulsion.
Slow? Gibson, why haven't you rung off full ahead?
Yes, Sir, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
(elevator music) TOUR GUIDE: Standing still would mean
almost certain death for a project of this magnitude.
So, when the Great Depression halted construction for over a year,
a deal was struck
for Cunard to merge with White Star Line.
Owners of the ill-fated Titanic.
Creating Cunard White Star.
Steam was generated in massive furnaces,
superheated and passed to engine at seven-hundred degrees Fahrenheit.
About four-hundred pound per square inch. Phew!
Now, I don't mean to scare y'all,
but this was the scene of an accident in 1938,
when steam built up behind an emergency door,
escaped, killing an engineer... (mobile phone camera clicks)
...shutting down the main engine.
Guests have since reported hearing his haunting scream...
-Dad! ...throughout the ship.
(shouts) Hey, Dad!
(ominous music)
Dad! (elevator door pings)
(a card flutters to the floor)
(water dripping)
(light jazz music) (footsteps echoing)
(Lukas breathes heavily)
(elevator door pings) (high tempo music)
(Lukas groans)
(elevator door slams shut)
(tour guide talking in the distance) (Lukas panicking)
Dad!
TOUR GUIDE: She survived head on collisions,
Hitler's relentless wolf packs and even a one-hundred-foot rogue wave,
causing many to believe her blessed.
(pages flipping)
(soft music)
BITTNER: Mrs Calder?
(footsteps approaching)
Mrs Calder.
-Miss. -Oh, Miss Calder.
Yes, yes. Hello, hello. (mobile phone drops to floor)
Um, Mr Torres?
Er, no, er, Charles Bittner.
Are you the historian?
I'm our, er, humble Captain.
(chuckles)
I work directly with Mr Torres, our historian. You were delayed?
(soft music) He asked if I'd fill in.
Oh, please.
(door opens, closes)
(whispers) Shit.
(elevator pings) (doors open)
(tense music)
Hello?
(water dripping)
(camera shutter clicks)
(footsteps running)
(metal clanging)
(ominous music)
(woman screaming)
(ghostly sounds)
(metal door clangs open) (door closes)
(door locks clang shut) (siren blares)
CHIEF ENGINEER: Pipes started shaking,
so I reduced the speed.
-And? -Problem's coming from in there.
(sizzle) (chief engineer gasps)
It's hot to the touch.
I wouldn't venture in there.
My guess is cracked steam pipes and a cocktail of superheated oil.
That room is probably 700 degrees.
We need to shut her down, Captain.
Let the engineers do their work.
No.
Reduce speed to 15 knots.
-Captain, it only takes a spark from... - All that clatter down here,
you must've lost your hearing.
I said do not stop.
By all means, find a way to reduce the pressure and speed.
Gradually.
But do not stop.
And the next time you decide to slow my ship without my consent,
I'll leave you at the nearest port.
Yes, Captain.
(tense music)
(seagulls crying)
(footsteps running)
(voices of children talking)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clangs)
H-hello?
(metal turnstile cranks)
(sheet rustles)
(breathing heavily)
Are you lost?
JACKIE: How old are you?
Eight.
JACKIE: Me too.
(camera clicks)
(metal turnstile cranks)
(eerie music)
(footsteps running)
(water splashing)
Hello?
JACKIE: Down here.
(tense music)
(camera shutter clicks)
(pages flip)
I didn't know there still was a ship's Captain.
There is not. But don't tell anyone.
(scoffs)
I just like the suit.
(Anne chuckles) So, why a book about us, exactly?
I am a digital marketing consultant... (phone rings)
and my...
...my son is obsessed with ghost stories.
(phone rings repeatedly) A little too obsessed actually and...
MAN:Bittner, are you there? (slams phone into cradle)
Well, er, one day he has this dream and he says to me,
"Mom, I had a dream that I was on The Queen Mary."
And I was like, "Oh, you know, we should go visit."
And he said, "No, I had a dream we lived there."
(laughs)
Not kidding.
And so, you know, it got me thinking,
um, what about doing a book from a child's perspective?
-Hmm. -Exploring the ship and some of the...
stranger stories.
-Ghost stories? -Yes, the ghost stories.
And also explore the ship's rich history
and we could raise awareness and we could help save it.
I didn't know we needed saving.
Just what I see in the media.
Stories.
Right. Stories.
You know, we're pretty used to stories around here,
I mean, people have said we're a doorway for the dead. (laughs)
And although we're famous for our fiction,
you know, sometimes facts can be much stranger.
(tense music)
Did you know in 1942, while, er, transporting German and Italian prisoners,
she collided with one of our own escort ships?
Sank it. Killing all but 99 of its 400 sailors.
And she just continued on with little more than a scratch.
(laughs)
Would you take me on a tour?
(clock chimes)
(slow footsteps)
(exhales) Beautiful.
Oh, yes, we have exactly five hundred and ninety-six working clocks
aboard The Queen Mary.
Wow. Really is a time machine in here.
We should definitely get all these details in the book.
Well, the Queen's Salon was a social hub at night.
Winston Churchill used to sit over there,
Alfred Hitchcock drank his martini there,
and Bob Hope wrote his column over there.
Tourists, they love that.
You know, knowing what famous people did,
where they went.
Is there anything else you can show me?
(camera shutter clicking)
(bulb flashes)
(loud footsteps, spurs jangling)
(tense music)
(Lukas panicking)
(camera shutter clicks)
(loud banging, ripping sounds)
(camera shutter clicking)
(dramatic music)
(camera shutter clicking)
(banging)
(camera shutter clicking)
(banging)
(rope pulls)
(banging)
(Lukas screams) (splash)
(water rippling gently)
(Lukas gasping for air) (splashing)
(tense music)
(water gurgling)
(dramatic music)
(water lapping gently)
BITTNER: People came here to enjoy glamour.
They still do.
We host brunch on Sundays.
Wedding receptions. Corporate parties.
You know, Bar-mitzvahs and what-not.
Oh, throughout the voyage,
er, those ships marked The Queen's Mary's location along the Atlantic.
Unfortunately, they stopped working after we permanently docked in '67.
We could capture these fascinating details in a wholly original way.
Well, other people have taken pictures.
How do you propose your book will be any different?
The quality of the work and the story you tell with the pictures,
that's all very important. But...
...have you ever thought about virtual reality?
Imagine taking a tour of The Queen Mary.
Not as it is now, but...
as it was in, I don't know, 1938 or even 1944.
What would that entail?
On site time. Just the scanning.
The coding we could do from anywhere.
But we would need to cover... every inch of the ship.
(ominous music)
You're fucking kidding me?
I'm sorry?
Thank you, Miss Calder.
I'll, er, pass this along to Mr Torres and we'll get back to you.
(footsteps receding)
(sighs)
(suspenseful music)
TOUR GUIDE: Over here is the grand salon
and, er, if you'll all come this way, we'll go to our...
(frappe preparation sounds)
(sucking on straw)
(dramatic music)
He seems traumatised.
I just...sorry, I turned around, he was just gone and I ...
How'd the meeting go?
Fine.
Um, I was thinking, if this book thing goes well,
maybe we could try again.
Settle down, buy a house.
I'm the only one still renting at my firm, so...
Does now feel like the right time to be talking about this?
All I wanna do is know
that we're thinking the same thing for our son.
'Cause Lukas needs stability, we, we both need stability, right?
There is no 'we'.
-And he's not your son. -Come on.
We, we, we raised him together.
You can't just move to another town and shut me out.
ANNE: Stop it, it's way overdue we all moved on.
PATRICK: I, I hear what you're saying, but it's a house, not a prison.
(deck creaking) ANNE: You always made it feel
so God damn permanent.
GWEN: Jackie, darling.
(distorted) If I'm doing that I, I'm not aware...
GWEN: You mustn't worry.
(quick footsteps)
-...move to another town and... -We have to move forward.
GWEN: You're going to a new home.
GHOST VOICE: (distorted) This is your home.
GHOST VOICE: (distorted) You die here, you stay here forever.
(distorted) Honey, are you okay?
GWEN: Wait for us there.
(quickened footsteps)
GWEN: And we'll be a family again.
We found him. No big deal.
-He's wet. -Yeah, I can see that.
You know, but otherwise unharmed.
ANNE: (distorted) Come on, let's get you home and dry.
You poor thing. (voices talking over)
BITTNER: (distorted) Miss Calder! Wait, wait! Miss Calder!
(elevator door closes)
(scream) (glass smashes)
(phone ringing)
(beep) BITTNER:Miss Calder? Charles Bittner.
Good news.
We'd like you and your family to come back
and work on that exciting project.
(light jazz music) Mr Torres thinks is a great idea.
Luckily, we've renovation scheduled this weekend,
so, you'll have the, er, the entire ship to yourself.
♪Good times are finally back♪
♪ Here to stay and that's a fact ♪ (happy chatter)
♪Living free again...♪
♪Good times are finally back♪
(Gwen and David chattering)
I'm on the lookout for my next big star.
She could be right here, in this room,
you just never know.
(whispering) You just never know.
(chair scrapes)
Where are you going?
How's he supposed to notice me if I'm planted to a chair?
I told you, we don't beg, ever.
Well, I say let the cards decide.
No, we shouldn't draw attention.
What if somebody else questions and we've to explains things?
-Things? -Things.
We were offered tickets to America and we took 'em.
What's wrong with that?
They paid me to read their fortune.
I told them they'd die if they left London.
Who's to say they wouldn't?
That was wrong. It's not what the cards said.
We were fine in third class.
We don't belong there and neither does she.
(sighs)
Hmm-mm.
Now then, put that in your pipe.
(band continues singing)
(slow footsteps)
(glasses clatter) (room falls silent)
(Jackie breathes heavily)
(band and chatter continue)
COWGIRL: Have you seen George's new film?
Oh, it's simply divine.
Hepburn lights up every room.
Including the box office.
I don't know how to compare it to some of his earlier pictures,
probably not as entertaining as Two Dinosaurs Meet While Ice Skating.
But it is just magical, wouldn't you agree?
Excuse me, Sir.
COWGIRL: Now, you may ask, what is the distinction between
subject matter and style.
-But this is a cinematic... -I'm a dancer.
-...experiment in style. -I'd to audition for your next movie.
What now, my dear?
I'm a dancer.
I'd like to audition for your next movie.
I'm the star you've been looking for.
(Viktor clears his throat)
Did your parents not teach you that it is very rude
to come to a table uninvited? -Oh, Viktor. Come now.
Good evening, your name please.
Mr and Mrs Howe.
Frightfully sorry I had to cancel earlier.
My wife is feeling much better now.
Is there a table still free?
(jazz singing)
What happened?
Oh.
(chair scrapes)
David.
GINGER: He once asked, can I give him a scoop?
A scoop, I said, of what ice cream?!
Well, I'm a sherbet...
Excuse me.
Sir, that's my girl you just spoke to.
She's, er, just a little upset.
(chair scrapes loudly)
Now...
I apologise that she interrupted you,
but she wants to be in movies more than anything and, er...
and now she's just a little upset.
She's talking about abandoning her dream,
which upset my wife.
Oh, we're also performers.
Now, she's a dancer. A very good one.
Better than that Ginger Rogers.
-Oh, she is? -Oh!
(laughs) You'll be doing me a big favour if you just reconsider.
You, you see what see can do, you won't be sorry.
(jazz singing continues in background)
(Viktor slurps)
(chuckles) Please.
(laughs)
Please.
And who are you?
My thought exactly.
(laughs)
(jazz music crescendo)
BITTNER: Go home. We'll reschedule.
ANNE: Why would you invite us here and then tell us to go home?
Isn't the book from your son's perspective?
Er, yeah, but...
BITTNER: Well, so he should be here.
ANNE: It's empty now. It's the perfect time to do it.
BITTNER: Oh, we refurbish all the time. Yeah, tourism is eating this ship alive.
People come, they take things.
Souvenirs that cost us a fortune.
You know the worst offender?
I mean, you'll laugh. (chuckles)
Mould.
-What, mould? -Hmm.
Such a tiny nuisance, you know.
We got leaking roofs, dripping air ducts,
sweating plumbing pipes and all this...damp.
I mean, you wouldn't think it when you're up there in the fresh air.
But below deck is the perfect breeding ground
for some really... nasty organisms.
Which might explain why your son is sick.
Tell me, did Lukas mention the ship when you got home?
He said he left his camera in the pool area.
-Pool? -His clothes were wet.
No, pockets of stagnant water.
Poor ventilation.
He said the pool.
When we docked in '67, the boilers came out,
so did the pool above it.
It was a tragedy, really. She was a real pearl. But...
Look, er, I know this isn't the same without Lukas.
So how about when you come back,
I'll give you a deluxe, all access, tour.
With me as your guide, yeah?
And, er, this is you.
I had to leave my very sick son... at home
in order to come here because he knows this is, um...
a last chance for us.
I even had to call my very unpleasant mother
to ask her to watch him.
And as you can imagine, I don't like calling her for anything.
We are just not leaving here empty handed...
Captain.
I am not asking you, I am begging you.
Okay.
Okay!
But, er, anything below M deck is restricted.
He's not exactly Captain material, is he?
If you don't wanna do this, I understand.
I'm here, aren't I? (sniffs)
(door beeps, opens)
(door creaks closed) (ominous music)
(jazz music, woman singing)
Your mask, Sir. Remove it.
My mask? What does that have to do with anything?
There is a special place in hell
for men who impersonate war heroes.
(laughs)
(drum playing)
If you're not who you claim to be, then who are you?
(drum playing)
Should anything happen to your father or I, stay here.
Come with me, Sir.
What on earth are you doing?
SECURITY GUARD: Give me your hands. Come on.
(music playing loudly)
...just see what she can do. Just see what she can do.
(mask slides across the table)
(slap) (guests gasp)
♪Might be a curse♪
♪It makes your mind all into a blur
♪You won't be feeling...♪
Your, er, film, One Up, One Down. Didn't think much of it.
The plot wasn't very realistic.
Oh, a critic.
This, no doubt, is why he hides his face.
A parent would do anything for their child.
Even if it requires looking rather...foolish.
(singing continues)
(laughs) Enjoy the rest of your evening.
(guests chatter quietly)
(party toy honks) (laughter)
I told you, I told you, I told you he'd be there.
-Darling. -Yeah?
-Your mask. -Oh.
(tinkling piano music)
D'you think she bought it?
-Yes. -Hmm.
You were magnificent.
A little part of me feels bad we had to lie.
How else is she supposed to learn to perform when it counts?
Still, it's one thing to have an opportunity, it's another to take it.
(romantic music) And she will.
With her talent,
she won't need to scrimp and scrape like we did.
Every door will be held open, every opportunity laid out
before she even sets foot off this ship.
(David chuckles)
(kiss) I'll see you back in the cabin.
Yeah.
How did you know that she'd pick the fortune card?
(footsteps fading)
(sighs)
Shit. (box bangs into bin)
♪The bells of hell are ting-a-ling-a-ling for you but not for me
(upbeat jazz music) (feet tapping)
(background chatter)
(wine pouring) (cigar snipping)
Excuse me. Do Dinosaurs on Ice Skates.
Apologies for my friend earlier.
Was your father in the army?
Yes. He was in the Varlets.
So, he entertained the troops.
Sounds like a hero to me!
Well, here's the thing.
I wanted to ask if you'd mind a dance.
Mr Astaire!
Please, call me Fred.
Fred. I'm your biggest fan!
You are?!
Well, I think that's made my day.
(door beeps, opens)
(light switch clicks)
(tinkling music)
(door closes)
PATRICK: If you wanna sleep, I'll wait.
Could be a long night.
I'm fine.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
(Patrick sighs deeply)
(bag thunks on floor)
(water dripping) (ominous music)
Urgh.
PATRICK: Are you hungry?
ANNE: Not really.
I might look around
and see if I can find a vending machine or something.
(exhales softly)
(distant thunder rumbling)
Yeah, I know.
(sighs deeply)
We have to talk about it.
I'm still trying to, you know, process everything you've told me.
But I, I, I can't get my head around it.
-I... -Maybe later?
(deep inhale)
(whispers) Yeah.
(tap turns, water runs)
(thunder claps) (rain pouring)
ANNE: Honey! We leave for Long Beach in five minutes!
(calls) Lukas?
(wind howling)
(tense music) (thunder rumbles)
Is everything okay?
ANNE: Oh my God, what are you doing?!
(rain pouring) (thunder roars)
LUKAS: Where is she?!
She said she'd find me!
ANNE: Just come inside.
LUKAS: I'm never going back in that ship!
ANNE: Take my hand, please. Lukas.
LUKAS: That's not my name!
(window thuds) (screaming)
(David crying)
(water dripping)
(distant thunder rumbles)
(exhales)
(shower curtain swishes open)
(footsteps with spurs clanging)
♪Oh, Death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling?
(spur tinkles) Oh, grave, thy victory
♪The bells of hell go ting-a-ling- a-ling for you...
(ominous music)
(splashing)
♪...but not for me.♪
(rain pouring)
(ear pod case snaps shut)
Set alarm, forty-five minutes. Set, sleep calm...
(beep)
CALMING VOICE:Hello.
Tonight, let's go to a far-off place.
Using my words in your dreams.
Where time dissolves like shifting desert sands.
(soft cracking) (tense music)
(calming voice continues - distorted)
(crying)
(calming voice continues - distorted)
...and the truth of what happened.
(buzzing)
(distorted)Now, focus on the dark.
(phone alarm rings)
(breathing heavily)
(shattering sound)
(quiet footsteps)
PATRICK: Bingo.
(inhales)
(machine beeping)
(whirring)
(banging)
(ominous music)
(choking) (phone alarm continues to chime)
(dragging, smashing sound)
(pen drops)
(groaning)
Come on...
(gasps for breath, chokes)
(calming voice continues - distorted)
Urgh!
Urgh. Urgh. Argh.
(music tension building)
(straining)
(gasps)
PATRICK: Come on!
ANNE: Urgh! (snatching)
(squeaking)
(stabbing sound)
(Anne crying)
Ha.
(heavy breathing)
(ear pod calls on carpet)
(gasping, crying)
(creaking) (high tempo music)
DEAD TEENAGE GIRL: Jackie...went...away.
DEAD FATHER: Never...to...return.
(Gwen sobs)
GWEN: Where...is...she?
(Anne gasps)
DAVID: (distorted) Where is she?! (Anne screams)
I come bearing...
(Anne sobbing uncontrollably) (glass crunching)
GWEN: Where is she?
She must've slipped out.
No. I told her to stay here.
-You have to let me inside. -Out of the question.
Good evening!
GUEST: Good evening.
GUEST: Here you are, my man.
Hmm.
(high tempo music)
...there's a special guest onboard, Mr Fred Astaire!
♪There's some that's bound for New York town
♪and some that's bound for France♪
♪Heave away, me Johnny, heave away
♪And some that's bound for the bangle bay
♪to teach them ways to dance♪
♪Heavy away, me Johnny boy♪
♪We're all bound to go♪
♪The pilot he's a-waiting for♪ (guests laugh)
♪the turning of the tide♪ (laughs)
♪Heavy away, me Johnny, heave away
♪And then me boys will be gone again
♪with a good and westerly wind♪
♪Heave away, me Johnny boy,♪
♪ We're all bound to go♪
(upbeat music)
(shoes tapping) (laughs)
(breathes heavily)
(tense music)
(boiler hisses)
(pipes clanging)
(jazz music) (tap dancing)
(cutlery clanging)
(applause)
(camera bulb flashing)
(music and dancing continue)
Captain, you're risking the forward generators
and the safety of the passengers!
And for what?
For the sake of a title? It's reckless.
The first-class pool is above us.
Clear it out, as a precaution.
If that'll make you feel better.
But I'm telling you,
there's nothing we can throw at this ship that she cannot survive.
Natural law might disagree.
(ominous music, clanging)
(music, tap dancing continue)
Ow!
(metal clanging)
(tense music)
(distant heartbeat)
(music, tap dancing continue)
(pipes clanging)
(music, tap dancing continue) (fireworks pop)
(applause)
(glass cracking)
(valve clangs) (steam hisses)
(junior engineer screaming)
Call the doctor!
Emergency in the boiler room!
(music, tap dancing continue)
(eerie ghostly sounds)
(water splashes)
(applause and cheering)
Fred, you did it again.
(breathes heavily)
Kid, you were wonderful. Just wonderful!
(clears throat) I am sorry about before.
(chuckles)
You got real talent.
I want to offer you a contract.
I guarantee it'll open every door in town,
or I'm not Viktor Kershner!
Now, if I could just speak to your parents,
straighten out that misunderstanding from before.
You stay there. I'll go talk to them.
-(Fred chuckles) -Thank you!
FRED: Kid, you earned it.
(junior engineer screaming)
Just hold on a little longer.
(junior engineer gasps)
Not my swally!
You'll be fine.
(piano music tinkling) (door squeaks open)
(spurs jangle)
(door closes) (David groans)
(menacing music)
(melodic whistling)
(high tempo music)
Oh! Excuse me!
(door opens) Jackie?
(door closes)
(light switch clicks)
(soft music)
David?
(sighs)
(key slides into lock) (hatch door creaks open)
David?
(door handle turns)
Is that you?
(door creaks open)
Oh, thank goodness.
Something is very wrong.
I went back and she wasn't there.
David, I, I didn't want to tell you
in case you accuse me of being overly dramatic,
because I know this sounds like it is...
...but last night I had a dream
there were police waiting for us at the port
and then a few moments ago downstairs I tried to give the maitre d' a tip,
but when I reached into my bag, I pulled out this!
(bang)
(threatening music)
-Why do you have that? -Hmm.
(keys jangle)
(slow cello music)
(David growls)
I...
I'm going to go upstairs and try and find...
...Cassandra.
Perhaps she's waiting in the playroom.
DAVID: Stay.
(creaking)
(Gwen breathes heavily)
(banging, laughing) (people chattering)
(jazz music playing)
(Gwen chuckles)
(clanging)
(rubbing sound)
Somebody oughta tell them to keep it down.
(threatening music)
(door opens) (chain jangles)
Can you please keep it down?
Or I'll call security.
(gasps)
(tense music)
(Gwen breathes heavily) (footsteps creaking)
(metal object scrapes)
2(dripping)
(music growing intense)
(alarming beat) (Gwen gasps)
(door closes)
(locks click, slide shut)
(breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(water running)
(sniffs)
(door creaks open)
David?
DAVID: He's with the ship now.
What does that mean?
Show me my husband!
DAVID: Firstly, put on the mask.
(breathes heavily)
(cords swish)
DAVID: Now take the card.
(crying) Just tell me.
DAVID: The answer is on the card.
Please.
DAVID: Step in and take it.
(sobbing)
What did you do to my husband?
DAVID: (scoffs) Your husband, your husband?
Please.
(Gwen sobs) (David chuckles)
DAVID: Take it.
Just tell me. (crashing sound)
(slashing sound) (Gwen screaming)
(mirror shatters)
(Gwen sobs, groans)
(dramatic music) (Gwen sobbing)
(glass crunching)
My service to this ship has... come to an end.
Thank your family for me, will you?
Eight years without sport was...
...tough. (guest clears his throat)
(Gwen sobbing)
(guests screaming)
(hacking, screaming)
GUEST: No, no, no, no, no!
(hacking, groaning)
Urgh! (hacking, crushing)
♪A bunch of blue ribbons♪
♪to tie up my bonnie brown hair♪
♪He promised he'd buy me a basket of posies
♪A garland...♪
DAVID: (calls) Hello?
(spurs jangle)
Hello?
Hello? You alright in there?
(Gwen sobs)
GWEN: We can't...die...here.
DAVID: So, find the exit.
(Gwen gasping)
Like I did.
(water running)
(grunts, slashes) (Gwen screaming)
(blood spraying)
Urgh! (smashing sound)
(slashing and blood spurting)
(Gwen screaming, curtain ripping)
Urgh! (smash)
(blood dripping)
(David breathing heavily)
(music continues in background)
(David growling)
(growling continues)
♪Oh dear, what can the matter be?♪
♪Dear, dear, what can the matter be?
♪Oh my dear, what can the matter be?
♪Johnny, so long at the fair♪ (David moaning)
♪Oh dear, what can the matter be?♪ (spurs jangling)
♪Dear, dear, dear, what can the matter be?
♪Oh, my dear, what can the matter be?♪
♪Johnny, so long at the fair♪
♪Oh dear, what can the matter be?♪ (record slowing down)
♪Dear, dear, what can the matter be?♪
♪Oh dear, what can the matter be...?♪
♪Johnny's so long...♪
(tannoy jingle)
AUTOMATED VOICE:In a few moments, the Ghost and Legends tour
will disembark from the grand staircase on the promenade level.
Join our resident guides as they lead you into the depths
of the RMS Queen Mary in an effort to connect with spirits
who still call the ship home.
Stops include the isolation ward, door number 13,
the boiler room,
and the infamous B-474 state room.
That's Ghosts and Legends departing soon.
(high tempo jazz music)
(phone rings)
TORRES:Bittner. Yeah?
Will you turn it down?
(music stops)
It's Torres.
Yeah? You're closed for business?
Yeah.
Management is concerned.
Yeah, we're, er...
we're renovating.
(chuckles) Must be a pretty big job?
Well, it's an emergency. It's just a couple of days.
We've creditors crawling up our ass threatening to call in loans.
I mean, do we look like Disney Land?
Look, I've been doing this a long time, Mr Torres,
and I'm telling you, it's better to cut a problem off at the root.
What problem?
Bittner, are you there?
(Bittner sighs)
Bittner!
One of our guests stole a vessel.
A lifeboat?
Er, no.
Oh?
A little girl, er, took one home.
I called the parents, requested they return it,
but they fed me some bullshit.
Said she wasn't coming back,
so I need time to find out what they know and fix it.
Soon as I'm done, doors will open.
Get rid of them.
I don't think you understand.
No, no. We agreed.
You sell The Queen Mary experience, tours, merchandise, churro and whatnot,
and we ignore whatever goes on there.
But if you go and make an even bigger mess,
that's a problem.
Call me tomorrow when doors are open.
-And Bittner? -Yeah?
You're a security guard. Don't fucking...
(phone hangs up) (upbeat jazz music continues)
(thunder rumbles)
(whiskey sloshes)
Hey, Jesus! (Anne spits)
I'll make you a Manhattan later if you want.
I think it was the girl's mother.
-Ow! -Yeah, I believe you.
That wasn't your son you left with...
Our son.
I know you only stayed for Lukas, all these years.
I know that. (Anne inhales)
Wait, wait, please.
But, um...
what happens if he is here?
(whispers) Then I'll stay.
(softly) Okay.
It's just that I don't know where to find the pool.
I do.
I think we're done here.
(light switch clicks)
(telephone ringing)
Anne, Captain Bittner here.
(exhales) Oh, hello.
I'm sorry, the power is down.
This whole place is a death trap when it rains.
Look, I called maintenance,
but they said they won't be here until tomorrow.
I mean, "Tomorrow?" I said.
"We've guests working on a special project."
They apologised and all, but tomorrow's the best they can do.
We brought torches.
Yeah, if it was up to me,
I wouldn't care if you looked around,
but it's an insurance risk, you know.
Those guys, they're a pain in the ass, you understand?
ANNE: We'll be careful.
Yeah, no doubt. Still, we shouldn't take any risks.
Let's reschedule, I insist.
Pour yourself a drink, I'll come get you.
We'll walk to your cabin, collect your stuff.
And, er, I can tell you about the time Walt Disney and I smoked cigars
in the bar until the wee hours. Huh?
ANNE: Okay, Captain. (sighs)
(phone rings off) We gotta go.
You know what?
Think I will have that drink.
(smashing, screaming)
(high tempo music)
Hell are you going?
(drawer opens)
(gun cocks)
(bullets clang)
(barrel spins) (junior engineer screaming)
(crewmen chattering)
CREWMAN: Go! Clear!
-JUNIOR ENGINEER: My face! -CREWMAN: Move!
-JUNIOR ENGINEER: My face! -Wait!
CREWMAN: Make way for the Captain!
(junior engineer whimpers) CARRADINE: Give it here.
Not...my...swally!
CARRADINE: Easy, easy!
Go. Go!
Oh God, oh God.
(tense music)
(machine whirring)
(steam blows)
Captain. (Carradine gasps)
(hip flask clangs) Gibson! Bloody hell.
Forward generator burned out. All the flood doors are closing.
Shall we contact New York?
The navy? I mean, maybe they have a craft in the area.
No, no. Just, just...(chuckles)...
just tell them it's part of tonight's entertainment.
Sir?
-Why aren't you upstairs? -Well, I was.
But an incident occurred with one of the passengers.
-Well, take care of it. -There's been a murder.
(dramatic music)
(quickened footsteps)
David Ratch.
Travelling third class with his family.
Appears Mr Ratch lost his senses some time after dinner.
Found him covered in his wife's blood trying to launch a life vessel.
Took three men to restrain him.
He's in the infirmary now.
Bloody hell, how did they get down here?
DRUNK GUEST: Captain! Why's she so slow this evening, huh?!
Party's upstairs, gentlemen.
-DRUNK GUEST: Are we sinking?! -Alright, alright. That'll do.
The fastest ship, my arse. (laughing)
CARRADINE: Where is Mrs Ratch?
Cabin B-474.
Apparently, he did it with an axe. Made a frightful mess.
They have a young daughter. Our people are trying to locate her.
She was last seen leaving the grand salon by herself,
approximately eight thirty.
(people chattering)
GUEST: How dare you make a joke about my wife?!
CLOWN: I wasn't... (glass smashes)
(guests gasp)
Sir, respectfully, why are we here
and not at the scene or on the bridge?
I needed to see for myself.
Clock stopped at seven.
Same time you reported the accident downstairs.
The prisoner say anything?
Well, like what?
Other than the obvious crazy?
Was there anything that stood out?
Well apparently, his friends call him Clarky.
Thought it was a bit odd for someone with the surname Ratch.
He then used some rather choice words to indicate how the officer could
use a 'so-and-so' and insert it.
-A cigarette? -(chuckles) No.
-Have you a cigarette, Gibson? -Oh.
(tinkling music)
It must be time to send an SOS.
Have you witnessed a ship go down?
No.
I have.
My father did everything he could.
Gave the order within plenty of time.
People get scared.
They panic...and fight like rats.
I won't let that happen on this ship.
Not while we can still save her.
Well, shall I report to the bridge and...
coordinate our resources from there?
(scoffs)
You don't understand.
Our only concern now
is Mr Ratch.
(lilting piano music)
(Anne breathes heavily)
LADY IN WHITE: Frightfully sorry to bother you.
But I'm supposed to meet my husband in New York.
And the captain said I can't disembark.
If you see my husband, can you send him a message?
(cries) I need... (head clangs on piano keys)
Oh!
(piano music continues) ...to leave...
(head clangs on piano keys)
...this... (head clanging on piano keys)
...ship... (head bashing piano)
I need to leave this ship, I need to leave this ship!
(shouts) I need to leave this ship! I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this...!
(door beeps, opens)
(tense music)
(shoes squeaking)
(wind whistling)
PATRICK: The pool. It's below M deck.
Bittner, you sneaky little prick.
(banging on wall)
(softly) Shit.
It's all wet. Even the scanner.
This'll need time to dry.
Friend of Bittner's, you think?
(clears throat)
You know, I thought if we did this project together,
you and Lukas would come home and we'd be...
a...a kind of family again.
But honestly, the last thing I expected
was to get your answer before we even started.
So, I, I guess...
how come I wasn't enough?
ANNE: Oh no.
No, no, that's not what it is.
I just don't believe in marriage.
I failed once.
(softly) I still want to escape.
It's just that the urge to be with Lukas is stronger.
You know, if you stay here,
you'll get trapped like that shrieking woman.
(ominous music)
You'll end up as a footnote in one of Bittner's haunted tours.
A historical curiosity, nothing more.
Patrick.
Yeah?
I can't leave my son alone here.
Fine.
We can be the dead family still walking the deck.
(smashing) (high tempo music)
(Bittner breathing heavily)
(smashing continues)
(vomits) (smashing)
(David breathes heavily)
Ugh, that smell.
(dramatic music crescendo)
(flare sizzles)
(dead bolt slides closed)
(Jackie screaming, sobbing)
(kicks door open)
(siren blaring in the background)
(heavy breathing)
(distant banging)
(tense music)
(high tempo music)
Motherfuckers!
(echoing footsteps)
(ominous music)
(water dripping)
(flashback sounds)
Look.
He's still here, Patrick.
(Anne sobs)
(doors open)
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. (Jackie wheezing)
(Jackie exhales her final breath)
(soft violin music)
(door opens)
(siren blares in background)
Oh, Christ.
(David yells) (fighting, slashing, spurting)
GIBSON: Send the distress code.
CARRADINE: It won't make a difference, don't you see?
The man roaming freely is why the ship is faltering.
(beeping)
(door creaks open)
Hello?
Miss Calder?
(water running)
Are you alright in there?
(door creaks open)
(gunfire)
(door kicks open)
(dramatic music)
(homeless man gasping)
Oh, fuck!
(curtain door swishes) (gunfire)
(curtain hooks snap)
(camera snaps open)
PATRICK: Wow, he used the whole roll.
Be careful.
PATRICK: I need to know what Bittner's hiding.
(whirring, static)
ANNE: Is that it?
Damn.
I've never seen a doorway to...
...fuck knows.
Anything?
Is that a...child?
No.
No, judging by the size, I'd say an adult.
And it's in the structure,
so probably from the time the ship was built.
Also, there's no way they could put the metal poles in there
after pouring the concrete. Which...
...which tells me the workers knew about it.
Or they did it. (tense music)
CARRADINE: After Wall Street tumbled in '29, Clydebank shipyard closed its doors.
While this vessel was just bare bones.
The ship spent three long years overlooking that town.
Like a coffin.
As if they needed reminding
what would happen if her future couldn't be secured.
Then with the nation's pride at stake,
the British Government stepped in with a financial commitment,
to guarantee completion.
With Clydebank's future at stake,
the workers stepped in.
To guarantee her success.
And that of future generations.
(crowds shouting)
Crime locks many doors.
But for one prisoner,
it required...
sacrifice.
PATRICK: Foundation sacrifice, to be exact.
According to an old engineering tradition,
to guarantee structural integrity,
one ought to bury a human inside of the walls.
And the more pain he suffers,
the greater the bind...
...between his spirit...
and the ship.
Until both are inseparable.
The workers selected their victim, Edward Clark.
Or Clarky as he was known to them.
A riveter and former inmate, rumoured to have murdered.
They inflicted on him the most miserable of ends.
(burning, screaming)
His sacrifice protected them.
(hammering, screaming)
(choral music)
Gave them the success and peace of mind
they so badly craved.
ANNE: That's a real thing?
What, foundation sacrifice?
Yeah.
Well, it's not exactly on the curriculum at university,
but yeah, sure.
From time-to-time cases have occurred.
I mean, it's an open secret.
Even kids' rhymes are about it.
London Bridge keeps falling down until...
ANNE: Until they lock a man inside. (distant thunder)
PATRICK: Yeah. Folklore based on a grain of truth.
My God, that is barbaric.
And you actually believe we're unsinkable?!
PATRICK: Might explain how the ship survived a World War
a dozen botched face lifts,
a rogue wave.
rTo reinstate the ship's power, we must reinstate Mr Clark,
and kill whatever flesh he is in.
(music crescendo)
(siren continues in the distance)
Should we fail...
...your question as to whether this ship is unsinkable...
(clanging)
...will most certainly be answered.
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
Oh, my God!
Oh, my fucking God.
Shit! (running footsteps)
(ghostly sounds)
Lukas?!
Patrick! (clicking)
I see him.
-Baby, come back! -Wait!
(water dripping) (horrifying music)
(static interference)
(banging)
PATRICK: Anne!
(breathing heavily)
(radio bleeps) Anne? Are you there?
(Anne gasping)
(high tempo music)
ANNE: Patrick, come in! Patrick.
Yeah, I'm here.
I followed Lukas to an elevator, but he's gone.
Where are you?
(sighs)
I don't know, er, cabin numbers are E-100s.
PATRICK: (distorted) Okay, stay where you are...
(tense music)
(clanging, ping)
(eerie music) (ghostly voices)
(clanging, hammering)
(fast footsteps)
(high tempo music)
(door opens) (siren blares)
CARRADINE: Clear the way, coming through!
Keep moving, upstairs.
And follow the safety orders.
Where is it?
(door unlocks, opens)
(rifle opens)
Come on!
(rifle cocks)
Keep moving!
Out of the way! Coming through!
(ghostly shouting)
(tense music)
(creaking)
WOMAN: You're not from here, are you? (doors opening)
I'm sorry, excuse my impertinence.
-LUKAS: Mum? -WOMAN: Stay with us, please.
ANNE: Lukas? (ghostly chatter)
WOMAN: If you wish to stay,
y- y- you could take my place!
(laughs) I really don't mind!
MAN: It's wonderful, wonderful fun!
WOMAN: And I could leave...
(distorted) just for a little while.
WOMAN: You don't understand!
I've been here for so long!
WOMAN: I promise, I'll come back.
None of this is real.
-None of this is real. -MAN: need your body!
MAN: But I need you more!
WOMAN: (angry) Why should you go and not me?!
MAN: Fuck me. People are waiting for me!
WOMAN: Please! I'm begging you!
Lukas!
WOMAN: Where are you?!
MAN: Give me your body!
(Anne breathes heavily) (ghostly screaming continues)
MAN: I must get off of this boat!
Stop!
Where are you?
I thought you'd gone home.
Er...
yeah, we got lost on the way out.
Have you seen Anne anywhere?
No.
Who's that?
That's nobody.
(Patrick breathes heavily)
You sure?
Yeah.
So, so that...
that's not her on the trolley?
Oh, him?
No, it's just, er...
just some vagrant I caught, er, sneaking around.
Okay.
Er, we, we found the swimming pool, by the way.
You're right, she's, she's a, she's a pearl.
And the, er, little brat who absconded in your son's place?
She told us everything.
Now, I was hoping you'd, er, return with her,
so I could give you back your son.
(Patrick coughs, sniffs)
We left instructions.
If we don't walk out of here tomorrow, call the cops.
Tell them everything. Okay?
So even if that was true, who'd believe her stories?
Well, actually, a lot of people would.
Whatever secrets you've kept hidden down here,
Lukas saw.
Okay, he saw them.
Give that to me.
No. No, no, no.
Not until we're safely off the ship.
(high tempo music) (gun cocks)
(gunshot) (Patrick groans)
(door opens, closes)
(people screaming)
Move, move, move! Where's that boy?
Clarky!
(siren wails)
(tannoy chimes)
As we approach the next stop of our tour,
we are reminded in these hallowed halls
of how insignificant we really are. (breathes heavily)
When even a ship as hardy as the Queen Mary
could be brought to her knees.
The year 1942, she was en route to Scotland
with ten thousand, three hundred and ninety-eight soldiers,
and nine hundred and fifty crew on board.
Duly recorded on the ship's log is the date and time,
the course, the destination, weather conditions,
temperature, (door opens)
longitude and latitude.
But what is never recorded is the fear that washes over a deck
like fog and ocean spray,
as a ninety foot rogue wave appears.
Yes, the RMS Queen Mary is a frightened ship,
and she carries with her a premonition...of death.
(tense music)
(siren blares)
(people shouting, screaming)
(crockery smashing)
(people screaming)
(creaking)
(siren fades) (Anne groaning)
ANNE: Lukas. Oh, Lukas, baby.
Is that you?
(Lukas breathes heavily)
What happened to Jackie, Mommy?
(Anne groaning)
Where are you?
Anne, please come in.
(clanging) Fuck.
Oh.
(water dripping)
(men talking)
PATRICK: Lukas?
Where are you?
(soldier shouting)
(hatch door closes) (siren blares)
(orchestral music) (people screaming)
Keep moving and stay calm.
It's all part of the show!
(gunfire, guests screaming)
MAN: Move!
Move, move, move!
(clanging, creaking)
(gunfire)
CARRADINE: Don't let him off the ship!
(David yells)
CARRADINE: Reverse the winch.
No, lower it! Lower it!
(tense music)
LUKAS: Mom, why can't I move on?
Oh, Lukas baby.
Jackie told me what happened.
LUKAS: We left him in the pool.
To rot... (distorted) with the others.
Dad used to say...
...opportunity is slippery (sniffs)
Like...(crying)
Like trying to catch a fish...
with your bare hands.
(sniffs) No matter how much it begs,
tries to slip away,
(thunder clap) hold on tight.
(sniffs) (thunder crack)
And don't be afraid
to get your hands dirty.
Where...is...she?
ANNE: She's waiting for her mom.
(dramatic music)
Stay with me...forever.
We'll be a family again.
Yes, I'll stay.
(waves crashing)
(tense music)
CARRADINE: It's useless trying to leave, Clarky.
DAVID: Even if I have to swim, I'm getting off this ship.
(gunshot) (groan)
(body thumps)
(people shouting)
(dramatic music)
Outside, there are laws and obstacles to freedom.
Inside, there's only her.
(gunshot) (groan)
I served my time.
I served my time!
You're the guardian, Clarky.
It's what they call 'a job for life'!
-Gibson! -Captain, the man is unarmed!
Let go, you fool.
Or he'll take us all to a watery grave.
(orchestral music)
Captain! Lower your rifle,
or I will have you forcibly removed and relieved of your duties.
If you are unwilling to perform your duty,
I won't hesitate.
(gunshot)
(high tempo music)
(gun cocks)
Get back in your box!
(gunshot)
(wind howls)
(whirring sound)
Play something.
(exhales)
Something nice.
(violin starts playing)
(lilting orchestral music)
(gunshot)
(lively music)
(scrubbing)
♪The Campbells are coming, oho! Oho!
♪The Campbells are coming to bonnie Lochle...
(revolver spinning)
♪Argyle he goes before♪
♪He makes the cannons and guns to roar
♪Wi' sound o' trumpet, pipe and drum
♪The Campbells are coming, oho! Oho!
♪The Campbells are coming, to bonnie Lochleven
♪The Campbells are coming, oho! Oho!
♪The Campbells they are all with arms
♪Their loyal faith and truth to show
♪Wi' banners rattling in the wind
♪The Campbells are co...♪
(elevator pings) (doors slide open)
(dripping)
(footsteps)
(people chattering)
(dramatic music)
(seagulls crying)
(footsteps clanging)
(lift door clangs)
(tense music) (police siren wails)
Oh, shit!
Oh, fuck!
TOUR GUIDE: Oh, Captain Bittner.
(background music)
Perhaps you can tell us.
Yeah?
Your secret?
(gun cocks)
I'm afraid I, er, I don't know what...
I, I don't know what you mean, I...
As the ship's longest serving employee,
how she survived for so long?
BITTNER: Well, er, (laughs)
young lady, I can, er, I can recommend just the book.
Available from our gift shop!
(everyone laughing)
Okay, who wants a picture? Come on, bring it in.
There you go.
This your first time with a captain? (laughs)
Ah. (camera shutter clicks)
Where is she?
POLICE OFFICER: She?
He. My son.
POLICE OFFICER: We would like to speak with you about the statement
you provided detectives three days ago.
(high tempo music)
After Lukas climbed out his bedroom window,
you said he accidentally slipped.
(window opens)
And fell.
Well, a neighbour has come forward with an account
which...contradicts yours.
(screams) Help me! Please!
I'm sorry about your boy.
(Lukas groans)
I had to escape.
(groans)
(window slams shut) (Lukas screams)
No.
No, no.
No...er...
We, er...we escaped.
POLICE OFFICER: Miss Calder.
Sir, we, we escaped.
POLICE OFFICER: Miss Calder,
you're being charged with second degree murder.
(Anne breathes deeply)
POLICE OFFICER: You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can
and will be used against you in a court of law.
(fading) You have the right to an attorney...
(Anne breathing heavily)
Hmm.
(laughing)
POLICE OFFICER: Miss Calder?
Miss Calder?
(laughing)
Captain Bittner for Torres.
WOMAN:Please hold.
(pen tapping) (humming)
(buzz)
WOMAN:Mr Torres on line two.
TORRES:Bittner? You there?
In the flesh.
(door closes) (bolt locks)
(dramatic music)
(banging, screaming)
BITTNER:They lived their hopes and dreams
buried in her lavish woods and polished decks.
Now, resting and all but forgotten, they wait to return to life.
In a few moments, the new Ghosts and Legends tour,
No Escape,
will disembark from the grand staircase on the promenade level.
Join our resident guides
as they lead you into the depths of the RMS Queen Mary
in an effort to connect with spirits who still call this ship home.
That's Ghosts and Legends, No Escape, departing soon.
(high tempo music)
(theme song)