Last one there goes to prison!
Wait, that's not
fair. Wait for me!
I said if you want to
see a clattering engine,
stop by the Commons on the
first Friday of the month.
What do you think is?
Might just be a drill.
Very strange, don't you
think? Haven't you heard?
Heard what?
A rupture of some
sort in the engine.
Oh, here comes someone.
Excuse me, where do
you think he's going?
Hello?
Take one, keep moving please.
Take one.
- Did you say this way?
- Everything will be fine.
Upstairs and turn left.
I don't like this madness.
Are we sinking? No.
Upstairs, turn left.
Everything will be fine.
Just continue upstairs, please.
Keep moving, please.
Sir, keep moving, please.
There you go, Sir.
Are there at least enough
lifeboats this time?
Keep calm, go upstairs please.
Hello?
Mrs Ratch?
The porter found her
twenty minutes ago.
And?
Apparently, her
husband used an axe.
Oh my God.
The lunatic hasn't stopped
whistling since he got here.
The little girl?
We're still looking.
♪ London Bridge
is falling down ♪
♪ Falling down ♪
♪ Falling down ♪
♪ London Bridge
is falling down ♪
My fair lady...
Daddy? Is that you?
In the flesh.
Mum... mum's hurt.
It's horrible.
Captain! Why aren't
you upstairs?
I was. But an incident occurred
with one of the passengers.
- Take care of it.
- There's been a m*rder.
♪ Build it up with
iron and steel ♪
♪ My fair lady ♪
Let's find the captain.
But first, can you
help me out this bind?
Where... is... she?
Thank you, Cassandra.
Daddy? My name is Jackie.
Where... is... she?
♪ ...he must go, he must go ♪
(siren blaring
No! No!
Right, anyone asks, we're
Mr and Mrs William Howe.
Are you sure they cancelled?
- Who am I?
- Our niece.
They might just be delayed,
have you thought of that?
Stop worrying. Apparently
Mrs Howe's weak stomach
caused her so much upset,
she's still clinging
to a toilet bowl.
Do I have to use my real name?
- Why?
- Jackie is so boring!
How about... Cassandra?
That's a terrible name.
I was fine in
third class dining.
I wasn't.
- Were you?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, what does a
seven-year-old know?
- Eight!
- Really?
Have you any idea
what will happen
if they catch us
impersonating other guests?
Thank you.
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.
Army, Sir?
Infantry. Northern Ireland.
Did you serve?
Royal engineers. Palestine.
Oh, bugger.
Blasted lighter.
Could have sworn I
brought it with me.
Well... Captain Howe.
Shall we see about that table?
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'!
This is you, Sir.
Ah, perhaps you have
something a little more...
central, for an old army pal?
My usual table.
Reserved, I'm afraid.
Typical army engineer.
Technically correct,
but of no use to anyone.
Enjoy your evening, Sir.
Oh, f*ck off.
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.
One Up, One Down?
- 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.
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...
grab it!
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.
♪ Release me, release me
and stop haunting me ♪
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?
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.
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 ♪
Okay.
Go do some of that
ghost hunting, honey.
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 w*r, a period
of unequalled glory,
and a last great voyage.
Well, I would describe this
Queen Mary's the most elegant
and the finest ship that has
ever sailed any of the oceans.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Guests have reported
seeing a woman in
white, playing piano.
A w*r 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.
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.
It deserves something...
- I'm thirsty.
You can feel and touch.
Something that lasts.
- Can I get a frappe?
- Er, sure.
No, honey. Who lets
a kid drink coffee?
- Oh, come on!
- Fine.
Hang on, I'll give you water.
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.
Get your God damn
freaking hands off me!
If I catch you sneaking
in here one more time,
I swear to God, I'll
crack your head open.
So, I've been
published three times.
Oh, we're counting
academic papers now?
All warmly received.
Welcome to L.A.
These days.
So, what do you think?
Look, isn't the real reason
you wanted to work on this...
so you can spend time with...
Hey, buddy.
Huh? Yeah?
Er... you wanna go
on the haunted tour
while your mom has
her boring meeting?
Yeah!
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
Yeah.
- Come on.
- Bye, Mom!
I'll be fine.
♪ We'll give a toast to
our b*stard Captain ♪
♪ 'Cause only a b*stard
could drive us to drink ♪
♪ To drink! To drink! ♪
♪ And though we all know ♪
- ♪the man is a b*stard ♪
- Damn it.
♪ He will never let
us sink Sink! Sink! ♪
♪ Our b*stard captain
enjoys the flavour ♪
♪ of any substance
that eases the pain ♪
♪ The pain! The pain! ♪
♪ And that's the reason
our merciless cap... ♪
♪ 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! ♪
- 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.
- Captain.
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.
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, k*lling an engineer...
shutting down the main engine.
Guests have since reported
hearing his haunting scream...
-Dad! Throughout the ship.
Hey, Dad!
Dad!
Dad!
She survived head on collisions,
Hitler's relentless wolf packs and
even a one-hundred-foot rogue wave,
causing many to
believe her blessed.
Mrs Calder?
Mrs Calder.
- Miss.
- Oh, Miss Calder.
Yes, yes. Hello, hello.
Um, Mr Torres?
Er, no, er, Charles Bittner.
Are you the historian?
I'm our, er, humble Captain.
I work directly with Mr Torres,
our historian. You were delayed?
He asked if I'd fill in.
Oh, please.
sh*t.
Hello?
Pipes started shaking,
so I reduced the speed.
- And?
- Problem's coming from in there.
It's hot to the touch.
I wouldn't venture in there.
My guess is cracked steam pipes
and a c*ck 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.
H-hello?
Are you lost?
How old are you?
Eight.
Me too.
Hello?
Down here.
I didn't know there still
was a ship's Captain.
There is not. But
don't tell anyone.
I just like the suit.
So, why a book
about us, exactly?
I am a digital
marketing consultant...
and my...
my son is obsessed
with ghost stories.
A little too obsessed
actually and...
Bittner, are you there?
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."
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.
And although we're
famous for our fiction,
you know, sometimes facts
can be much stranger.
Did you know in 1942, while, er,
transporting German and Italian prisoners,
she collided with one
of our own escort ships?
Sank it. k*lling all but
99 of its 400 sailors.
And she just continued on with
little more than a scratch.
Would you take me on a tour?
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?
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.
You're f*cking 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.
Over here is the grand salon
and, er, if you'll all come
this way, we'll go to our...
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.
Stop it, it's way
overdue we all moved on.
I, I hear what you're saying,
but it's a house, not a prison.
You always made it feel
so God damn permanent.
Jackie, darling.
If I'm doing that
I, I'm not aware...
You mustn't worry.
- Move to another town and...
- We have to move forward.
You're going to a new home.
This is your home.
You die here, you
stay here forever.
Honey, are you okay?
Wait for us there.
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.
Come on, let's get
you home and dry.
You poor thing.
Miss Calder! Wait,
wait! Miss Calder!
Miss Calder? Charles Bittner.
Good news.
We'd like you and your
family to come back
and work on that
exciting project.
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 ♪
♪ Living free again... ♪
♪ Good times are finally back ♪
I'm on the lookout
for my next big star.
She could be right
here, in this room,
you just never know.
You just never know.
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.
Hmm-mm.
Now then, put that in your pipe.
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.
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.
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?
What happened?
Oh.
David.
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.
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!
You'll be doing me a big
favour if you just reconsider.
You, you see what see can
do, you won't be sorry.
Please.
Please.
And who are you?
My thought exactly.
Go home. We'll reschedule.
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...
Well, so he should be here.
It's empty now. It's the
perfect time to do it.
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.
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?
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 w*r heroes.
If you're not who you claim
to be, then who are you?
Should anything happen to
your father or I, stay here.
Come with me, Sir.
What on earth are you doing?
Give me your hands. Come on.
Just see what she can do.
Just see what she can do.
♪ 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.
Enjoy the rest of your evening.
I told you, I told you,
I told you he'd be there.
- Darling.
- Yeah?
- Your mask.
- Oh.
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.
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.
I'll see you back in the cabin.
Yeah.
How did you know that she'd
pick the fortune card?
sh*t.
♪ The bells of hell are ting-a-ling-a-ling
for you but not for me ♪
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.
If you wanna sleep, I'll wait.
Could be a long night.
I'm fine.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Urgh.
Are you hungry?
Not really.
I might look around
and see if I can find a
vending machine or something.
Yeah, I know.
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?
Yeah.
Honey! We leave for Long
Beach in five minutes!
Lukas?
Is everything okay?
Oh my God, what are you doing?!
Where is she?!
She said she'd find me!
Just come inside.
I'm never going
back in that ship!
Take my hand, please. Lukas.
That's not my name!
♪ Oh, Death, where is thy
sting-a-ling-a-ling? ♪
Oh, grave, thy victory
♪ The bells of hell go
ting-a-ling- a-ling for you... ♪
♪ ...but not for me. ♪
Set alarm, forty-five
minutes. Set, sleep calm...
Hello.
Tonight, let's go
to a far-off place.
Using my words in your dreams.
Where time dissolves like
shifting desert sands.
And the truth of what happened.
Now, focus on the dark.
Bingo.
Come on...
Urgh!
Urgh. Urgh. Argh.
Come on!
Urgh!
Ha.
Jackie... went... away.
Never... to... return.
Where... is... she?
Where is she?!
I come bearing...
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!
Good evening.
Here you are, my man.
Hmm.
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 ♪
♪ the turning of the tide ♪
♪ 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 ♪
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.
Ow!
Call the doctor!
Emergency in the boiler room!
Fred, you did it again.
Kid, you were wonderful.
Just wonderful!
I am sorry about before.
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.
Thank you!
Kid, you earned it.
Just hold on a little longer.
Not my swally!
You'll be fine.
Oh! Excuse me!
Jackie?
David?
David?
Is that you?
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!
- Why do you have that?
- Hmm.
I...
I'm going to go upstairs
and try and find...
Cassandra.
Perhaps she's waiting
in the playroom.
Stay.
Somebody oughta tell
them to keep it down.
Can you please keep it down?
Or I'll call security.
David?
He's with the ship now.
What does that mean?
Show me my husband!
Firstly, put on the mask.
Now take the card.
Just tell me.
The answer is on the card.
Please.
Step in and take it.
What did you do to my husband?
Your husband, your husband?
Please.
Take it.
Just tell me.
My service to this ship
has... come to an end.
Thank your family
for me, will you?
Eight years without sport was...
tough.
No, no, no, no, no!
Urgh!
♪ A bunch of blue ribbons ♪
♪ to tie up my
bonnie brown hair ♪
♪ He promised he'd buy
me a basket of posies ♪
♪ A garland... ♪
Hello?
Hello?
Hello? You alright in there?
We can't... die... here.
So, find the exit.
Like I did.
Urgh!
Urgh!
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Oh dear, what can
the matter be? ♪
♪ 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? ♪
♪ Dear, dear, what
can the matter be? ♪
♪ Oh dear, what can
the matter be...? ♪
♪ Johnny's so long... ♪
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.
Bittner. Yeah?
Will you turn it down?
It's Torres.
Yeah? You're closed
for business?
Yeah.
Management is concerned.
Yeah, we're, er...
we're renovating.
Must be a pretty big job?
Well, it's an emergency.
It's just a couple of days.
We've creditors crawling up our
a*s 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!
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 f*cking...
Hey, Jesus!
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.
Wait, wait, please.
But, um...
what happens if he is here?
Then I'll stay.
Okay.
It's just that I don't know
where to find the pool.
I do.
I think we're done here.
Anne, Captain Bittner here.
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 a*s, you understand?
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?
Okay, Captain.
We gotta go.
You know what?
Think I will have that drink.
Hell are you going?
Go! Clear!
- My face!
- Move!
- My face!
- Wait!
Make way for the Captain!
Give it here.
Not... my... swally!
Easy, easy!
Go. Go!
Oh God, oh God.
Captain.
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...
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 m*rder.
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?
Captain! Why's she so
slow this evening, huh?!
Party's upstairs, gentlemen.
- Are we sinking?!
- Alright, alright. That'll do.
The fastest ship, my arse.
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.
How dare you make a
joke about my wife?!
I wasn't...
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?
- No.
- Have you a cigarette, Gibson?
- Oh.
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?
You don't understand.
Our only concern now
is Mr Ratch.
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?
I need...
Oh!
To leave...
this...
ship...
I need to leave this ship,
I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this ship!
I need to leave this...!
The pool. It's below M deck.
Bittner, you sneaky
little prick.
sh*t.
It's all wet. Even the scanner.
This'll need time to dry.
Friend of Bittner's, you think?
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?
Oh no.
No, no, that's not what it is.
I just don't
believe in marriage.
I failed once.
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.
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.
Ugh, that smell.
m*therf*ckers!
Look.
He's still here, Patrick.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, Christ.
Send the distress code.
It won't make a
difference, don't you see?
The man roaming freely is
why the ship is faltering.
Hello?
Miss Calder?
Are you alright in there?
Oh, f*ck!
Wow, he used the whole roll.
Be careful.
I need to know what
Bittner's hiding.
Is that it?
Damn.
I've never seen a doorway to...
f*ck 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.
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.
Crime locks many doors.
But for one prisoner,
it required...
sacrifice.
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 m*rder*d.
They inflicted on him the
most miserable of ends.
His sacrifice protected them.
Gave them the success
and peace of mind
they so badly craved.
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...
Until they lock a man inside.
Yeah. Folklore based
on a grain of truth.
My God, that is barbaric.
And you actually believe
we're unsinkable?!
Might explain how the
ship survived a World w*r
a dozen botched face lifts,
a rogue wave.
RTo reinstate the ship's power,
we must reinstate Mr Clark,
and k*ll whatever
flesh he is in.
Should we fail...
your question as to whether
this ship is unsinkable...
will most certainly be answered.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my f*cking God.
sh*t!
Lukas?!
Patrick!
I see him.
- Baby, come back!
- Wait!
Anne!
Anne? Are you there?
Patrick, come in! Patrick.
Yeah, I'm here.
I followed Lukas to an
elevator, but he's gone.
Where are you?
I don't know, er, cabin
numbers are E-100s.
Okay, stay where you are...
Clear the way, coming through!
Keep moving, upstairs.
And follow the safety orders.
Where is it?
Come on!
Keep moving!
Out of the way! Coming through!
You're not from here, are you?
I'm sorry, excuse
my impertinence.
- Mum?
- Stay with us, please.
Lukas?
If you wish to stay,
y- y-you could take my place!
I really don't mind!
It's wonderful, wonderful fun!
And I could leave...
just for a little while.
You don't understand!
I've been here for so long!
I promise, I'll come back.
None of this is real.
- None of this is real.
- Need your body!
But I need you more!
Why should you go and not me?!
f*ck me. People
are waiting for me!
Please! I'm begging you!
Lukas!
Where are you?!
Give me your body!
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.
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.
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.
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.
Move, move, move!
Where's that boy?
Clarky!
As we approach the
next stop of our tour,
we are reminded in
these hallowed halls
of how insignificant
we really are.
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,
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.
Lukas. Oh, Lukas, baby.
Is that you?
Is that you?
What happened to Jackie, Mommy?
Where are you?
Anne, please come in.
f*ck.
Oh.
Lukas?
Where are you?
Keep moving and stay calm.
It's all part of the show!
Move!
Move, move, move!
Don't let him off the ship!
Reverse the winch.
No, lower it! Lower it!
Mom, why can't I move on?
Oh, Lukas baby.
Jackie told me what happened.
We left him in the pool.
- To rot...
- with the others.
Dad used to say...
opportunity is slippery
Like...
Like trying to catch a fish...
with your bare hands.
No matter how much it begs,
tries to slip away,
hold on tight.
And don't be afraid
to get your hands dirty.
Where... is... she?
She's waiting for her mom.
Stay with me... forever.
We'll be a family again.
Yes, I'll stay.
It's useless trying
to leave, Clarky.
Even if I have to swim,
I'm getting off this ship.
Outside, there are laws
and obstacles to freedom.
Inside, there's only her.
I served my time.
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.
Captain! Lower your r*fle,
or I will have you forcibly removed
and relieved of your duties.
If you are unwilling
to perform your duty,
I won't hesitate.
Get back in your box!
Play something.
Something nice.
♪ The Campbells are
coming, oho! Oho! ♪
♪ The Campbells are
coming, oho! Oho! ♪
♪ The Campbells are coming
to bonnie Lochle... ♪
♪ Argyle he goes before ♪
♪ He makes the cannons
and g*ns to roar ♪
♪ Wi' sound o' trumpet,
pipe and drum ♪
♪ The Campbells are
coming, oho! Oho! ♪
♪ The Campbells are
coming, oho! Oho! ♪
♪ 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... ♪
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, f*ck!
Oh, Captain Bittner.
Perhaps you can tell us.
Yeah?
Your secret?
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?
Well, er,
young lady, I can, er, I
can recommend just the book.
Available from our gift shop!
Okay, who wants a picture?
Come on, bring it in.
There you go.
This your first
time with a captain?
Ah.
Where is she?
She?
He. My son.
We would like to speak with
you about the statement
you provided detectives
three days ago.
After Lukas climbed
out his bedroom window,
you said he
accidentally slipped.
And fell.
Well, a neighbour has come
forward with an account
which... contradicts yours.
Help me! Please!
I'm sorry about your boy.
I had to escape.
No.
No, no.
No... er...
We, er... we escaped.
Miss Calder.
Sir, we, we escaped.
Miss Calder,
you're being charged with
second degree m*rder.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can
and will be used against
you in a court of law.
You have the right
to an attorney...
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Miss Calder?
Miss Calder?
Captain Bittner for Torres.
Please hold.
Mr Torres on line two.
Bittner? You there?
In the flesh.
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.
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