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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!

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[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.

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(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.

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[dramatic music]

Sea Slug to Questor, 50 feet and descending.

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]

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(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.

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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]

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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 killed 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.'

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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 guns, 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 explosion 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?

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Huh!

[screaming]

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