[unsettling drumbeat]
[wind rushing]
[woman] The brain is wider than the sky
For put them side by side
The one the other will contain
With ease, and you beside
The brain is deeper than the sea
[jarring stinger]
For hold them, blue to blue
The one the other will absorb
As sponges buckets do
[water rushing]
[unsettling music swells]
[panting]
Father? [continues panting]
I… I know what I have seen. I'm not crazy!
What did you do to my brother?
Where is my brother?
He was on the Prometheus.
He found out what you were doing on these ships.
Why don't I remember? What have you done to my memory?
[struggling] I'm not crazy!
Wake up.
[staticky distortion]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
"Steamship lost at sea."
"Prometheus still missing after four months."
[eerie, unsettling music plays]
"I found out what our father did. Meet me in New York."
"Don't trust anyone."
"Your brother."
[jagged drumbeat]
[haunting vocalizations]
I am Maura Franklin.
Born in Morefield.
Today is October 19th,
1899.
I am not crazy.
I am Maura Franklin.
[haunting vocalizations intensify]
[vocalizations trail off]
[indistinct chatter]
[sharp, high-pitched note ringing]
[note intensifies]
[low, menacing chords playing]
-[brooding cover of "White Rabbit" plays] -♪ One pill makes you larger ♪
♪ And one pill makes you small ♪
♪ And the ones that Mother gives you ♪
♪ Don't do anything at all ♪
[singer vocalizing]
♪ When logic and proportion ♪
♪ Have fallen sloppy dead ♪
♪ And the White Knight is Talking backwards ♪
♪ And the Red Queen's off with her head ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[song trails off]
[ship's horn blares]
[shovel scraping coal]
[worker yelling indistinctly]
-[whistle blowing] -[leadman] All right, now!
[worker] Moving on! Moving on!
Yeah, I'm not superstitious.
All I'm saying is it's been four months now,
and they still haven't found the Prometheus.
A big ship, just… just disappearing.
-It's odd. -It didn't disappear, it sank.
End of story.
You don't know that.
[worker 2] Whose turn is it?
-[worker 3] Stop! -[worker 2] We're not getting any coal.
Oh, fuck me, not again.
[machinery clanks]
Oi, Polack!
Climb up. Fix it.
[bell ringing]
[man 1] Last year, at the docks, there was this man. Told me about…
[workers chatter indistinctly]
[whistle blows]
[conversations continue indistinctly]
[coal pile clattering]
[tense, unnerving music playing]
[loud clanging]
[man 2] Polack! Move the bloody lever.
[machinery clang echoes]
[indistinct, genteel conversation]
[woman 1] I can't stop thinking about that lost ship.
-[waiter] First course, madam. -[woman 1] Do you believe it sank?
It's the only explanation possible now, I would think.
It makes me a bit uneasy to travel on this ship.
But then again, two ships from the same company
sinking within four months?
The odds are low.
Lucien, are you listening?
There are too many knives to pick.
[woman 2] It doesn't matter.
Just pick that one and pretend.
Hurry and eat. Just try and play along.
Lucien?
If you say so.
[hushed, indistinct whispering]
[hushed whispering continuing]
[genteel conversation continuing]
[man 1] Waiter.
Another.
Don't you think you've had enough?
The problem is that you're a fucking bore.
Ángel, please try to keep it down.
"Ángel, please keep it down. Ángel, calm down."
Not one of these people here gives a single shit about me,
so tell me why I should care.
[footsteps approaching]
[woman 3] Miss Franklin.
What a rare treat to see you up here so early. May I?
[chair scraping]
Don't make such a face.
I'm doing you a favor.
I mean, I get it. I've traveled by myself for years now.
I know sometimes it's preferable to seek solitude over company,
but I also know how fast one is judged,
and there are already rumors circulating.
Is it true that you're a doctor?
My focus was… is on the human brain.
They let you cut up brains?
Women in England are allowed to study, not practice.
That's what they do, don't they?
They show you the world, and then they tell you you can't have it.
See that man over there? Dr. Reginald Murray.
He's dumb as a stump.
His father was a doctor, and so was his father,
and so on and so on.
Born a boy and spoiled silly.
[man] Perhaps we could've all gone outside on the deck.
Tell me.
What is so interesting about the brain?
The brain drives our thoughts, our behavior.
It holds all of the secrets of the universe.
The secrets of the universe?
There's a hidden world inside each of us which only needs to be deciphered.
Aren't some things better left in the dark?
I mean, look at them.
Why do you think they're all here?
Nervous wreck of a priest
and his horny-looking brother.
That exotic little bird over there with her sheep of a servant.
And those French honeymooners
who clearly didn't marry for the right reasons.
All running away from something.
Why else would someone want to go somewhere different?
[unsettling, mysterious music plays]
[cups all clattering in unison]
[cups setting in unison]
And if I'm not mistaken,
that's also the case for you, my dear.
[door flings open]
[music stops]
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
[door hinges squeaking]
Uh, sorry.
Uh… Um… We need help. We need some help.
We… Uh… Someone who can…
We need a doctor.
It… It… It's my sister.
A… A doctor? A doctor?
She needs… We don't know what to do. We… We need a doctor.
[door slams open]
[dark, intense industrial music]
Help, please. I'm begging.
She's dying. We don't know what to do. I'm begging you.
She's dying. I'm begging you!
I'm begging you!
A doctor! Someone find a doctor!
Let me go! Stop!
Help us!
I need a doctor! You're killing her!
We need a doctor!
[door creaks, slams shut]
I'm sure you can do without my company.
[passengers murmur apprehensively]
[low, unsettling brass notes play]
[man 1] We need a doctor.
Please, we need a doctor!
[man 2] Shut the hell up.
Creeps like you don't belong up here.
Next time, I'll throw your scrawny ass overboard.
Got that?
[grunts]
[gate creaks]
[chains rattling]
Ma'am.
[dark, intense industrial music playing]
[door lock clanking]
Stop!
You were looking for a doctor.
Are you a doctor?
Okay. She's over here.
This way.
[wailing in pain]
[grunts]
[crowd murmurs anxiously]
[woman 1 wails]
[woman 1 grunting]
How far along are you? How far along is she?
How long have you been with child?
How many months?
How long? Seven months? Six?
-[child] Seven. -Seven?
Get it out of me!
For God's sake, now!
She thinks her baby is dead.
[woman 2] Who is that, Krester?
Why did you bring her here? We don't need help.
-[Maura] Give me that. -[woman 1 wails]
[woman 2] No. This is wrong. We don't know who or what she is.
Stop her, Anker!
-[woman 1 straining] -[faint heartbeat]
I can hear its heartbeat.
The pain might come from the umbilical cord.
It's rare, but they can get tangled up in it.
I have to turn the baby.
Just let her help us, please.
[tense music plays]
You can't let her.
This might hurt.
[grunting]
No. She can't! She could kill it!
It's God's child. Do something. Get her out of here, Anker!
-Anker! -What do you suggest I do?
[woman 1 grunts, whimpers]
[agonized wail]
[tense percussive music continues]
[ragged breathing]
[shrieks]
[tense music trails away]
[panting heavily]
[woman 1 gasps]
[bystanders chattering]
She's fine.
[overlapping anxious chatter]
Thank you.
[bell ringing]
-[whistle blows in distance] -[workers chattering indistinctly]
[coal clattering]
[enigmatic synth chords reverberate]
[indistinct conversation]
[synth chords drone]
[indistinct conversation continues]
[door hinges creak]
-[muffled grunting] -[disturbing synth music plays]
[man grunts]
[bed squeaking]
[breathing heavily]
[man inhales sharply]
[music warbles dissonantly]
[clothing rustling]
Maybe if you helped a little,
if you didn't simply lay there not moving, dead almost.
So this is my fault?
Stop your little act. It's pretentious.
Your parents aren't here, Clémence.
You don't love me. You never did.
This isn't a marriage. It's a lie.
Don't pretend anymore.
[door clanks open]
[cabin door closes]
[dissonant music continues]
[passengers chattering indistinctly]
Thank you.
For what you did for my sister.
I want to do that, to be a doctor like you are.
That's sweet of you. I'm sure you will be one day.
Thanks.
Are you a mother?
[jarring audio distortion]
No. I…
I, uh…
I can't have children.
[haunting vocalizations]
[Maura] Hmm?
[Krester] Here.
It's all we have.
[vocalizations continue]
[Maura panting]
[staccato audio glitches]
[music crescendos]
-[panting] -[music and vocalizations fade away]
Miss, have you gotten lost?
[gasps]
I didn't see you there.
[liquid sloshes]
[wind rushing]
[wind whistles]
-[chains rattle] -[gate clanks]
You're the captain.
What were you doing down there?
I don't really see how that's any of your business.
Passengers from first class aren't allowed down there.
There are rules on this ship, and they shouldn't be challenged.
Who made those rules,
and to whose benefit were they put in place?
[sailor] Captain!
Captain, you need to see this.
[ominous synth music quavers]
For 20 minutes, we've been receiving the same signal.
I think it's coming from the lost ship.
The Prometheus.
[steady clicking, clacking]
[sailors chattering]
Fifty-seven.
Forty-four. Fifty-seven.
Then 59. Sixty.
[sailor 1] They're just sending these coordinates.
Over and over. Nothing else.
There's nothing to tell us the Prometheus sent these.
How far away are we?
[sailor 2] We're right here.
Moving at 18 knots.
[captain] This is odd.
The last four months, that boat has been off-course.
The current should have taken them north of their route, not south.
How did they get here?
That's about seven hours.
We're changing course. New destination. 44 by 4 north.
44 by 57 west.
[sailor 2] Reduce speed to nine knots.
Prepare to turn the ship. Rudder to 20 degrees portside.
New course, 230 degrees.
Twenty degrees port side.
SLOW
[bell ringing]
[leadman] Lads! Prepare for turning!
Increase power on starboard shafts.
Close all furnaces on port side!
Hurry up, will ya?
Are we turning to port?
[workers clamoring]
Where are we going?
-Why are we turning the ship? -You just do what you're told.
Here, don't ask questions.
[whistle blowing]
[priest] It's like you want people to find out.
Can't you be a little more careful?
-Meaning what? -It's just that…
Don't you think it's best to keep both our heads down?
You know what really differentiates the two of us, dear brother?
I have no fear.
And you're consumed by it.
Why don't you have a little conversation with God?
Because he made sheep and turned you into one,
and me into a wolf.
[chuckles]
[ship rumbling]
What's happening?
I don't know.
Something's wrong.
It's the boat, Ángel.
It's turning.
Why would the ship be turning?
I swear, the goddamn ship is turning!
[ship's horn blaring]
Think they'd have us go back now?
No, this can't be happening. We cannot go back.
Dear Lord, please don't let us go back. No.
No. We can't go back.
[suspenseful music plays]
Not back there.
[ominous industrial synth music plays]
[horn blares]
[breathing shallowly]
[ship creaking, groaning]
[child] Tove?
Tove. Tove, wake up.
Get up, Tove.
Where's everyone?
They're all outside, looking for the ship.
What ship?
The ship that went missing.
-What are you talking about? -They turned our ship around.
The crew got a signal from the ship that got lost.
What? They turned our ship?
Are we going back?
Of course not.
I already told you. They're looking for that lost ship.
[ship groaning]
You know that one story you told me about the ghost ship?
Where all passengers had all sinned because they killed a whale.
The spirits of the sea got so angry,
they made black waves and sent a big storm to the ship that night at midnight.
When they woke the next morning, they had all been turned into shadows.
What if that's what happened to the ship?
We'll only find shadows on board.
You stop with all that.
Don't say anything to Mama and Papa.
Okay?
[bed frame creaking]
[faint, rapid musical notes flitting]
"What is lost, will be found."
[knocking at door]
May I step inside?
Passengers shouldn't be in this part of the ship either.
Is it true that you found the Prometheus?
[door closes]
We received a signal.
Coordinates. It's not quite clear yet, but they might come from the Prometheus.
You think the passengers, they're still alive?
It's been four months. It's unlikely.
But if they rationed food, they could've made it.
Or at least some of them.
Why do you take such an interest in the Prometheus?
Did you know anyone on board?
I… [breathes shakily]
I just noticed we turned the ship.
I just want to know when we're returning to our course.
I will address the current situation in the dining room in an hour.
All your questions will be answered then.
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music intensifying]
[objects in drawer rattling]
[mysterious music continuing]
Mrs. Wilson.
I saw you talking together at breakfast.
I thought I made myself clear.
No talking.
Yes, madam.
[door opening]
[tense synth music plays]
And tell that one to cheer up a little.
[glass clinking]
[indistinct chatter]
[chatter subsides]
Six hours ago, we received a message.
Coordinates. Southwest of our course.
We believe this message comes from the Prometheus,
the ship that went missing a couple of months ago.
Believe?
[anxious murmuring]
You're not sure the signal comes from the lost ship?
[Eyk] We're not.
But the communication technology we're using
on the ships of this company is rare.
It has a greater range than that on other ships.
The coordinates were seven hours away from us.
And there's no other ship from our company traveling this route.
-What else did the message say? -Just that.
The location.
[Mrs. Wilson] And they didn't identify themselves as the Prometheus?
Nor did they say they were in need of any help?
So we're changing course
because of a message from an unknown sender,
who did not ask for help.
[tense, rapid percussive music plays]
The Prometheus carried 1,423 passengers.
Some might still be alive.
After four months?
[crowd murmurs in agitation]
[Ángel] Captain.
My brother and I, and all these people,
we paid good money for this trip.
[crowd clamors]
Seven days to get to New York. No detours.
[clamoring continues]
Come back and explain yourself!
Captain, this is crazy.
[low synth chords blare]
[panting]
[Clémence] There you are.
Is this really so upsetting?
Why do you care if we arrive in New York a day or so later?
[dissonant music warbles]
Lucien?
[unnerving synth music playing]
[dissonant music continues]
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry, sir.
I know I'm not supposed to be here. I was just taking a break.
[man] Wait.
I'm sorry.
Stay.
I won't hurt you. I'm hungry.
Some bread?
[man chewing loudly]
What's your name?
Hey, what's your name?
[ship groans, creaks]
I'm Jérôme.
You?
Olek.
[wind rushing]
Everyone else is inside having dinner.
And you? Are you not hungry?
Just not hungry for another conversation about the weather,
the decline of the empire,
or the fact that I'm a woman traveling alone.
Is it true?
That you studied medicine?
I guess Mrs. Wilson was right.
Rumors do travel fast.
Do you know there are just as many rumors about you
as there are about me?
[delicate, mysterious music playing]
Right down here, the ocean has a depth of almost 4,000 meters.
Man has mapped out every corner of this world.
Been to the farthest deserts, the top of the highest mountains.
But what's down there is still a mystery.
A hidden world in the shadows.
When we get to the ship, what do you think you'll find?
[delicate, mysterious music continues]
[inhales sharply]
I don't know.
[sailor] Ship ahead!
Ship ahead!
[ship's horn blares]
[unsettling synth music plays]
Captain, it may be best…
With all due respect, we should return to our course.
Let's just give the company these coordinates.
-This is their concern, not ours. -We're dropping a boat.
But Captain, the company needs to know. Doing anything else is insane.
Captain, the first mate is right.
You're in command while I'm gone. Is that clear?
That's not how this works, Captain.
It's supposed to be your ship, sir. You can't just…
You three, with me.
I'm coming with you.
You might need a doctor.
Try to reach the company again.
Tell them the Prometheus has finally turned up.
What are you waiting for?
Miss Franklin.
You as well.
[furtive chattering]
It's the captain.
Captain?
Shouldn't we take the priest with us?
I… What I mean is, we have no idea what's waiting for us.
What's going on?
I suppose they want company.
-[priest] Where are they going? -[Ángel] To the lost ship.
-[priest] Why would they want me? -[Ángel] You're a priest, remember?
What's your name?
What does being a priest have to do with anything?
-Stop. -Your name?
-Tell the man. -Ramiro.
Father Ramiro.
The Prometheus has been missing for four months.
I don't know how many passengers are still alive,
what they've gone through.
But I'm sure it would comfort them to see you.
Stay calm. It'll be fine.
[heavy clanking]
What are you doing here?
[Olek] I, uh…
He…
[sailor 1] Who are you, crewman? I haven't seen you before.
You know crew aren't allowed out here.
Return to your post.
Are you deaf?
Return to your post!
[Eyk] Franz, untie the cords.
[sailor 2] Why is the sea so still?
There's no wind anymore.
You know what they say.
The sea knows when there's death about.
[sailor 3] I agree. There's something wrong.
Why aren't they responding? Why aren't there any lights?
I won't get on that boat.
You.
What's your name?
Olek.
You two are coming with me.
[disturbing, high-pitched note playing]
[passengers murmuring anxiously]
[Krester] Can I have one?
May I have a cigarette?
[match rasps]
What?
Now you don't want it?
[anxious musical flourish]
Thank you.
[Ángel] I saw you in the dining hall.
And you caught my attention.
It's strange, but…
your scar…
[anxious music continues]
…I think that it suits you. Really.
[Ángel exhales]
[footsteps receding rapidly]
[ominous music plays]
[Eyk] Hello!
Anyone there?
Hello!
Wait right here.
If we're not back in an hour, get help.
You first.
The last 12 years, I've been part of your crew.
I outrank him. I should be there.
Why should he come?
[Eyk] No, you stay here.
I said one hour.
Go back and get help then.
[low, menacing chords play]
[Maura] Why is nobody here?
[Eyk] Someone sent the signal.
There have to be survivors.
[ticker steadily clicking, clacking]
[ominous music builds]
[ticker stops abruptly]
It just stopped, sir.
What do you mean?
The coordinates. They stopped all of a sudden.
Then they've seen us, right?
I wonder.
[ominous music swells]
[Olek] Where is everyone?
[ship creaking, groaning]
[harsh, metallic grinding]
[metal groaning ominously]
What happened here?
[eerie, asynchronous laughter]
[staticky, cacophonous music plays]
[faint laughter echoing]
[footsteps approaching]
Are you all right?
[Eyk's breath quavering]
[eerie music builds]
[eerie audio ends abruptly]
[woman] Nothing will change.
We'll do exactly as we had decided.
I can't bear to wear this makeup or this dress anymore.
If you had just accepted things, then none of this would have happened.
That hurts, all right?
Life is full of pain.
You should practice your Japanese now.
[recording] Would you like to dance?
[in Japanese] Would you like to dance?
Would you like to dance?
[in English] To dance?
[in Japanese] To dance?
To dance?
[in English] Nice to meet you.
[in Japanese] Nice to meet you.
We just need to go on with this a little longer.
And you know…
[both] Things will turn out okay in the end.
Meaning that, the end won't be here till it's okay.
[record] I'm much obliged.
[in Japanese] I'm much obliged.
[wind rushing]
[Eyk] Someone destroyed the telegraph.
How did they send the signal?
[unsettling synth music plays]
[ominous drumbeat plays]
[low, intense synth music blasts]
[figure panting]
[wind rushing]
[intense synth music pulsing]
[Olek] Hello?
Anyone?
[insect scuttling]
[Jérôme] What's she doing?
[eerie synth music playing]
[eerie synth music drones]
[jarring banging]
What was that?
[loud banging]
[Ramiro] Oh God, please don't do this to me.
[Ramiro] No. Hey, hey, are you crazy?
There could be anything inside there!
[Ramiro breathing heavily]
[hinges creak]
[Eyk] Oh my God.
Are you all right?
Who put you in there?
["White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane playing]
♪ One pill makes you larger ♪
♪ And one pill makes you small ♪
♪ And the ones that Mother gives you ♪
♪ Don't do anything at all ♪
♪ Go ask Alice ♪
♪ When she's ten feet tall ♪
♪ And if you go chasing rabbits ♪
♪ And you know you're going to fall ♪
♪ Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar ♪
♪ Has given you the call ♪
♪ Call Alice ♪
♪ When she was just small ♪
♪ When the men on the chessboard ♪
♪ Get up and tell you where to go ♪
♪ And you've just had Some kind of mushroom ♪
♪ And your mind is moving low ♪
♪ Go ask Alice ♪
♪ I think she'll know ♪
♪ When logic and proportion ♪
♪ Have fallen sloppy dead ♪
♪ And the White Knight is Talking backwards ♪
♪ And the Red Queen's off with her head ♪
♪ Remember ♪
♪ What the dormouse said ♪
♪ Feed your head ♪
[song ends]
[atmospheric, entrancing music plays]