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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.

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 murder.

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?

(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, fuck 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.

Right.
Who else needs a drink?

-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...

I'm not four.

Right.

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 war,
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 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.

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.

- 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, killing 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.

Shit.

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 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.

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.
Killing 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 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.

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.

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
war 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.

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?

Shit.

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, grave, thy victory

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!

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.

2

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!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? You alright in there?

We can't...die...here.

So, find the exit.

Like I did.

Urgh!

Urgh!

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 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!

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...

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 ass,
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 murder.

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.

Shit.

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.

Motherfuckers!

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, fuck!

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...

...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.

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 murdered.

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 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.

Should we fail...

...your question as to whether
this ship is unsinkable...

...will most certainly
be answered.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my fucking God.

Shit!

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?!

Fuck 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.

Fuck.

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 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.

Get back in your box!

Play something.

Something nice.

Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck!

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 murder.

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.