01x14 - In the Wake of Mary Celeste

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[male narrator]
November, 1872,
we were two weeks out New York

bound for Genoa
aboard the Mary Celeste.

There were few occurrences
to tax the skills

of an experienced shipmaster
such as myself

Captain
Benjamin Spooner Briggs.

My dear wife and daughter
were enjoying the voyage

while the crew seemed content
to go about their duties

showing admirable restraint
in the matter of our cargo

seventeen hundred
full barrels of rum.

By all appearances
we were in for a calm trip.

But appearances
can be deceiving.

I became aware of a strange
undercurrent to the music.

At first, I heard
an unearthly sound.

A deep trembling
that seemed to emanate

from the depths of the sea.

Unrelenting sound that pierces
the very soul itself.

Above decks, a strange fog
enveloped us.

A fog, the likes of which
I had never seen before.

Soon the crew ceased performing
their allotted tasks.

Even our trusted first mate had
fallen to the sound's spell.

Return to your station,
Mr. George.

The sound became more and more
intolerable. What was it?

Where was it coming from?
Why wouldn't it stop?

[buzzing]

[screeching]

[screaming]

Stop! This is mutiny, mister.

[screeching continues]

Aah!

Then, the unearthly light
was upon us.

My family and I retreated
from this evil presence

taking refuge in our cabin,
our sanctuary.

There was no safety.

It worked it's way
through windows.

It washed over the deck
and found us.

It turned night into day!

[both]
No, no, no!

[intense music]

[men screaming]

Then, the unearthly light
was upon us.

My family and I retreated
from this evil presence

taking refuge in our cabin,
our sanctuary.

There was no safety.

It worked it's way
through windows.

It washed over the deck
and found us.

It turned night into day!

[both]
No, no, no!

All is lost.
All is lost. All is lost!

Relax, please breathe steadily
and calm yourself.

You are Max Schumaker.
Everything is alright.

Regressing to a former life
can be a very taxing ordeal.

You really think
he can help us

solve the mystery
of the Mary Celeste?

Either he has
a psychic connection

with that unfortunate ship

or he is a performer
of exceptional talent.

Is he able to recall
the ship's route?

Perhaps.

Listen to me, Max.

Let us go back
to November 1872

the day of your embarkation.

Your cargo is loaded
and you're ready to sail.

[Capt. Briggs]
Run up the topsail.
Make ready to cast off.

Mr. George, I'd be obliged
if you will steer.

[Jonny grunting]

Remind me again.

How come dad's solving one of
the world's greatest mysteries

while I'm in
the Spanish inquisition?

It was your idea
to enter the triathlon.

You sure?

I reckon, you got the usual
triathlete's condition.

- What's that?
- Cold feet.

Ha ha.

So, Dr. Quest, has my old friend
Capt. Briggs been able

to help you calculate
the Mary Celeste's last course?

We're about to find out.

[upbeat music]

[Dr. Quest]
'We start with this
oceanographic map'

'of the Atlantic.'

Then, overlay wind and tide
from records taken

at the time
the Mary Celeste disappeared.

Then, we add the most important
piece of information..

'...the route that you, uh,
Capt. Briggs described.'

Now, we put our trust
in technology.

[buzzing]

[Max]
'That's the location?'

That's where the Mary Celeste's
crew vanished into thin air?

Within a few square miles,
I betcha.

[upbeat music]

[dramatic music]

Sea Slug to Questor,


whump

[Hadji on radio]
'Questor to Sea Slug,
you are nearing your target.'

We're almost there, Max.
You look a little nervous.

- Ah, a little queasy, perhaps.
- Try to enjoy it.

'I doubt you'll ever see
anything quite like this again.'

- That's strange.
- 'What is it, Dr. Quest?'

[Dr. Quest]
'It's a barren area.'

'Completely devoid
of any marine life whatsoever.'

'If we weren't 300 feet
below water'

'I'd swear I was looking
at the Gobi Desert.'

'It's astonishing.'

Dear Mary.

Dear Mary Celeste.

Hadji, we're looking at the
burial site of the Mary Celeste.

'Please make a note
of our coordinates.'

[Hadji on radio]
'Co-ordinates noted
and locked.'

Max, can you see this?

[heavy breathing]
I certainly can.

[Max]
'Ah!'

Standby, Hadji, we're pulling
closer for confirmation.

I think we've seen enough,
Dr. Quest.

[panting]

[Max grunting]

[Capt. Briggs]
Return to your station,
Mr. George!

Max?

[Hadji on radio]
'Dr. Quest, what is happening?'

Pull us away from here,
Mr. George. That's an order.

Max seems to have regressed
to his former life.

Without hypnotism?
Highly unlikely.

No, no. Stop!
Come no further!

- No!
- Max, no!

'No!'

[grunts]

Abandon ship!

Every man for himself!

[alarm blaring]

[Hadji on radio]
'Dr. Quest, what's wrong?'

'What happened?
Dr. Quest?'

[shivers]

Sea Slug to Questor.

Max is back under control.

The cabin has experienced
a pressure loss.

We're returning to base.

I don't understand how Max could
have regressed without hypnosis.

[Hadji]
Hard as it may sound

it seems the sight
of the Mary Celeste

'triggered his episode.'

'In any event, it might be wise
to bring Max back to shore.'

We will, but while he rests

I wanna get another look
at that site.

Keep an eye on Max, Hadji.

One thousand feet.

'Nothing unusual
to observe, Hadji.'

Climbing to 2000.

- Wait.
- What is it, Dr. Quest?

If we weren't in the middle
of the Atlantic ocean

I'd say, we were looking
at a series of crop circles.

'I should take
some photographs.'

[camera clicks]

I'm descending
to take a closer look.

[screeching]

What?

We have
a full control malfunction.

'No response!'

Aah!

Dr. Quest!

[intense music]

[banging]

[grunting]

[glass shatters]

[intense music]

[Hadji on phone]
'The sooner you get here,
the better it is.'

'First, it was the Sea Slug'

'now this accident
with the chopper.'

'Luckily, Dr. Quest is unhurt.'

'But something strange
is going on here.'

[pants]

Let's move, Jonny.

[panting]

[crowd applauding]

Good going, kid.

Yeah, if you call halfway
down the pack good going.

Hey, you're
the youngest guy out there.

- What more do you want?
- Twenty-four hours sleep.

You got it.
A long flight over water.

[dramatic music]

This is not my idea
of a warm reception.

Ahoy, lubbers!
The A-Team's here.

'Hey, where is everyone?'

Race, this is kinda weird.

I'm not sure
I like the feel of this.

Let's take a look around.

[door creaks]

[intense music]

Nothing. No one.

Emptier than
a Skid Row trash can.

They've disappeared..

'...just like
the Mary Celeste crew.'

[birds chirping]

All that I'm saying
is that maybe

it's not a coincident that
your friends disappeared also.

Jefe, I don't care why
they disappeared.

We need men, boats,
planes, a search party.

I understand your problem,
Senor Bannon

but you must understand mine.

What you see there,
senors

is the entire San Esteban
Police Patrol Fleet.

Jonny,
what we've got here

is what you might call
a situation.

[chirping]

'Mr. Bannon.
Young, Mr. Quest.'

- Who are you?
- My name is Vladimire Oistrakh.

And I believe, I may be
of some service to you.

I am a psychic investigator.

So what are you
gonna do, Mr. Oistrakh?

Set a posse of spooks
on the trail?

Let me dispel your cynicism,
Mr. Bannon.

You have many secrets,
Mr. Bannon.

I'm getting something.

Your first name is
in actuality, Roger.

There's thousands of ways
to know that.

Come on, kid.

Wait. I see a dark alley.

In Khartoum..

...you k*lled a man
with your bare hands.

Only one other man
knew about that and he is dead.

I only tell you
what I see.

Now, if you wish my services
in finding your friends

we should discuss my fee.

I'll try anything once.

But if this turkey
so much as breathes wrong

we'll be having
Thanksgiving early.

I can't believe
I'm doin' this.

Come on,
let the man do his thing.

Okay, okay.

Concentrate.
Both of you, concentrate.

[Oistrakh grunts]

Aah!

[groans]

[Capt. Briggs]
Good day, Mr. Bannon.
Young Jonathan.

Warnings from my wife and child

and the crew
of the Mary Celeste.

And I have with me
another master mariner

whose acquaintance
I've only recently made.

[Dr. Quest]
'Race, Jonny.'

Dad? Where are you?

Somewhere
you cannot follow, son.

- What do you mean?
- It's too late for us, Jonny.

You and Race
must leave this place.

Leave before it's too late.

Race, please listen to me.

You must abandon this search--

- What are you doing?
- Race!

Do you think your old man
would tell us to give up?

You must not
question the spirits.

It's not the spirits
I'm questioning.

It's you.

Not even
a double jointed mosquito

could get out
of this place.

And you'll stay here
until you tell me

where Benton and Hadji are.

And if you need company..

...call up a couple
of your spirit pals.

[door slams]

Maybe his memory will
come back for the local policia.

[engine revving]

Adios.

I thought you said there
was no way he could escape.

I knew he wouldn't resist
a challenge.

[engine revving]

[screaming]

[snoring]

Huh!

[screaming]

[Jonny]
'Look out!'

[grunts]

Ay, caramba!

[speaking in Spanish]

De nada, Senor Bannon.

The fish, they are not
biting today anyway.

Never mind that.
We've lost Oistrakh.

Hey, don't bet
the farm on that either.

I installed homing beacons on
the speedboat before the seance.

'I guess you were too busy
being impressed'

'by that psychic to notice.'

[intense music]

Freeze, pal.

[glass shatters]

[gasps]

[Oistrakh]
'Smoke and mirrors, Bannon.'

I'm afraid, this time, the hand
is not quicker than the eye.

Drop the spear g*ns,
gentlemen.

Who are you
and what do you want?

[Race]
'Derek Ironwood?'

- You know this guy?
- Yeah, I know him.

He's another old pal
from the agency.

I should thank you
and Dr. Quest for cooperating.

Where's my father,
you jerk?

You'll see him
soon enough.

What's your story, Ironwood?
What's in this for you?

Money, Bannon.
Money.

I was on assignment
in Portugal.

My target, an old man, told me
that he knew the true secret

of the Mary Celeste was not
the disappearance of her crew

but the fact that
the ship's real cargo was gold.

The barrels of rum
was simply a cover.

[gasps]

[Derek]
'The first mate
discovered the gold'

'and incited the crew to mutiny
against Capt. Briggs.'

'The sailors took control
of the ship'

'and left Capt. Briggs
and his family adrift'

'in a lifeboat.'

'As they were escaping,
they were pulled under'

'in some
inexplicable light.'

[men screaming]

'Apparently, the first mate
survived to wash up on shore.'

He never told this story
until on his deathbed.

'The man that heard it was the
man that spoke it to me.'

I knew that
if I could pull an inside job

using Dr. Quest's abilities..

Hey, ugh!

[Derek]
'...the gold will be
good as mine.'

Dad! Hadji!

Spare me
the family reunion.

I'd love to stay and chat,
but you know how it is.

However, before I leave,
one final mystery.

The disappearance
of the Quest clan.

In three minutes,
an expl*si*n in the engine room

'will be the cause
of yet another tragedy'

in these mysterious waters.

Adios.

[timer beeping]

[engine revving]

[grunts]

- What, you're Houdini now?
- Houdini nothing.

Picking locks was practically
on the entrance exam

back in my agency days.

[timer beeping]

crack

Who knows how long we got.
Get out of here!

'Come on! Move it!'

[Hadji]
'Jump!'

kaboom

[gasps]

We made it!

Yeah, but Ironwood
got away scot-free.

Karma will change life like
the swish of a horse's tail.

I have no idea
what that means.

You gotta feed the mule
if wanna go to the fair.

Sooner or later
men like Ironwood

would have to
pay the piper.

'It's just a matter of time'

Gold and the secret
of the Mary Celeste all mine.

[laughing]

[engine sputtering]

Uh-oh!

Oh!

[screeching]

'I don't understand this.'

I filled up the tank.
What could possibly be wrong?

[intense music]

Huh!

[screaming]

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