(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
- Stop the machine! - Get out of here!
- You've got to stop it! - I can't!
Ace! The power!
- It's stuck! - Pull it! Pull it!
I can't!
You're too late, Doctor!
Captain, no one is to touch the Ultima Machine.
- It must complete its task. - Sir.
But you weakened your defences so the Russians could steal it.
Captain, radio for reinforcements.
Sir, you ordered that all radio transmitters be disabled.
- I've set Perkins onto it now. - What?!
- Radio transmitters disabled, sir. - Splendid work, Perkins. Splendid work.
Now put them back together again.
- We haven't much time! - But Jean and Phyllis?
Dark legends... In the story of Dracula, this is where he came ashore.
- Vampires? - Not vampires, Haemovores.
They're what Homo sapiens evolve into in the future. They hunger for blood.
I don't understand. The future? How can you know?
I've seen it. How good are your parish records?
- They go back as far as the 18th century. - Good. Now for a little local history.
- What's the matter? - I was just thinking.
If these vampires... I mean Haemovores...if they come here...
- Kathleen and her baby... - You used do anything for some excitement.
I just want to make sure they're all right.
- Catch us up. - Thanks.
Doctor, those two girls, they said they'd come back for me.
I'm sorry, Kapitan.
I know you and the sergeant had been friends a long time.
Kapitan.
- On your command. - Save your bullets.
Everyone pulls back. Don't turn away from them or you're dead. Move! Move!
Hiya. How's the little horror?
- I've just fed her and put her down. - Oh, sorry. You should have told me.
(BABY CRIES)
- Where are you going? - I'll manage. Frank's got shore leave soon.
- Who's Frank? Your boyfriend? - No, my husband.
- I didn't know you were married. - I've got a baby.
- Yeah, I just thought... - Well, stop thinking it.
- Oh, I didn't know... - It's OK.
It's OK.
- Where is he? - He's in the merchant navy.
Atlantic convoys.
I used to think I'll never get married...
..but now I'm not so sure.
We're wasting our time on some superstition.
The Viking legends will come true, the treasure will be brought to us,
and all the dark powers of Fenric shall be ours.
I know. ''Let the Chains of Fenric shatter.'' What about my chains?
That was over 20 years ago. Why must you remind me?
I offer you everything.
Kapitan, what are they?
Six months ago, a sabotage team was sent into Romania.
Only one survived.
He talked about dead men coming out the black fog.
The official report said he'd been listening to too much local gossip about vampires.
But vampires don't exist.
Your bell tower looks like a fortress, like the builders were expecting trouble.
There's no record of any battles.
Today hasn't been written down yet.
Look for descendents of early Viking settlers, about 200 years ago. Ace, help me.
So, what exactly are we looking for?
The inscriptions said they were carrying treasures from the Orient.
Give me something to go on. A few hints might be useful.
Just look for something...evil!
(MR WAINWRIGHT) Doctor! Doctor!
Doctor, I've found it.
- Exactly as you said. - What you got, Vicar?
There's your Vikings, or descendants of them, at any rate.
''Joseph Sundvik. Florence Sundvik, wife.
''Daughters: Sarah, Martha, Jane, Clara, Annie.''
(DOCTOR) The Curse of Fenric, passed down through generations.
Find out which daughters married and what their new surnames are.
Professor, what's this water doing here?
Oh, it's the roof. It leaks. It always seeps in when it's raining.
The problem is, it's not raining.
(ALL SHOUT IN PANIC)
(SHOUTS OUT)
(SCREAMS)
Follow me!
(GROWLS)
Takes two against one, does it?
How about a little Cossack blood, eh?
Fire!
Up the ladder! Quick!
- Hold them! Hold them! - I don't know that I can!
You've got to have faith! Have faith! Faith!
(DOCTOR MUTTERS, HAEMOVORES WAIL)
- Any more up there? - Only those creatures.
Quick. In the crypt. Get the record books.
Right.
- Hurry up! - Yes!
Jam the door!
What was that noise you were making, like singing?
Just something to frighten off Haemovores.
- Aren't vampires scared of crucifixes? - It's the faith of the person carrying it.
- It creates a psychic barrier. - Doors secure.
- We're trapped! - Ace?
- The mine shaft! - Correct.
- Listen, I must go back to my men. - You can't go that way.
Those creatures, th-they're inhuman!
I must try. If I fail, I fail.
- These two will stay. - Show him how to do the singing.
I can't. Either he believes absolutely or he doesn't.
- I believe in the Revolution. - Complete faith, no doubts?
If we meet again, you will have your answer.
Go.
Be careful.
I hope we're not too late.
- Oh, no! - What's happened?
You two, break that wall down! Quick! Quick!
If you want a job doing properly, get a girl. Out of the way, boys.
Ace!
Oh, don't antagonise her. It'll make things worse!
- Five seconds and you're history, sunbeam. - Take cover!
Wicked!
Quick! Get in the tunnel!
I'll talk to you later.
(ALL SCREAM)
- How much further? - Three or four hundred metres.
We'll never make it.
- What's the matter? - I can use this to make more nitro.
Another explosion might bring the roof down.
- Just a small one? - No!
If only we could slow them down for a few moments.
(SOLDIERS COCK RIFLES)
Two minutes, then follow us.
- Where did you find that? - It was just lying around.
That's the oriental treasure we've been looking for.
Oh.
(ALL WAIL)
What's happening? The air, it's so still, so warm.
There is a storm coming.
(MILLINGTON) Come on! You're almost here!
(GUNFIRE)
Right. Seal it.
- There are two people following us. - You're here. I'll have those.
- Open those doors! - Many years ago,
on board ship, we had an explosion in the engine room...
- The Russians are our allies! - I had to seal it off to save the ship.
Please, Commander. Those men won't stand a chance against those creatures.
- They're inhuman! - So is he.
We could hear men screaming for nearly an hour.
Then the screaming stopped.
OK.
You stay here. If I'm not back in ten minutes, abort the mission.
Take this.
Take cover.
Commander Millington!
Commander Millington, I want to talk with you...
officer to officer!
Here we are, Judson. I said it would be brought to us.
There is power.
- Sir, the house guests have arrived. - What?
The house guests. There's one outside. He wants to talk to you.
Talk?
We must talk, Commander Millington.
I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage.
You seem to know my name, but I don't know yours.
However, that hardly seems to matter at the moment.
Tell your men to put down their weapons and surrender.
I come alone.
(RIFLES ARE COCKED )
Very well.
Lay down your weapons and come in peacefully...
..like the wolves of winter.
Move back! Move it! Let's get out of here!
Lock him up.
Fortunately, Doctor, everything is under control.
The Russians aren't your problem. Those creatures devour humans like fruit.
I doubt if any creatures can walk through iron shutters.
They can weld metal beneath the sea with their bare hands!
You all right?
What is it? What's wrong? Tell me!
What's the matter? I'll do anything!
What's this?
''It is with deepest sorrow that I write to inform you
''that the ship on which your husband, Frank William Dudman, was serving
''was struck by enemy torpedoes.
''Your husband was trapped in the fire
''and has been listed as missing, presumed dead.
''Please accept our sincere condolences.''
I'm sorry.
- You know what's going on. - Yes.
You always know. You just can't be bothered to tell anyone.
It's like a game, and only you know the rules.
You knew that inscription was a computer programme, but didn't tell me.
You know about that bottle and you're not telling me!
- Am I so stupid? - That's not it.
- Why, then? I want to know! - Evil since the dawn of time!
- What do you mean? - Stop asking questions!
- Tell me! - The beginning of all beginnings.
Two forces: good and evil. Then chaos. Time is born, matter, space.
The universe cries out like a newborn.
The forces shatter as the universe explodes outwards.
Only echoes remain, and somehow...
somehow, the evil force survives.
An intelligence. Pure evil!
- That's Fenric? - No. That's just Millington's name for it.
Evil has no name. Trapped inside a flask like a genie in a bottle.
- Can we stop it? - We need to get that flask.
We can release Captain Sorin to help us. I can distract the guard.
- How? - Professor, I'm not a little girl.
(HIGH-PITCHED WHINE)
- Are you looking for someone? - No. You.
It's the wind whipping up. I can feel it through my clothes.
- Is there a storm coming? - I wasn't expecting one.
The question is, is he making all the right moves
or only going through the motions?
What are you doing here?
You have to move fast to keep up with me. Faster than light.
- Faster than the second hand on a watch? - Much faster.
We're not even moving yet.
Hardly cruising speed.
Sometimes...I move so fast... I don't exist any more.
What can you see?
(ACE) Undercurrents...
bringing things to the surface.
- I can't stay. - You promised.
I can't!
I'm here.
The book won't do you any good. You don't believe.
We'll see.
(THEY SCREAM)
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
- You all right? - Nothing out of my depth.
- How will we stop Fenric? - Evil needs a body. He hasn't found one.
Thank you.
It's not true! You don't believe it!
Look at us. There's no good in us.
No! I believe in good!
Look in yourself. There's no good in you.
No! No!
(WAILS) No!
What's it doing?
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
- Don't touch him. Don't touch anything! - He's an invalid. He can't stand.
- He's dead. - The time is now.
The Chains of Fenric are shattered.
- The gods have lost the final battle. - We're too late! It's him!
The dead men's ship has slipped its moorings,
and the Great Ash itself trembles to its roots!
(WHISPERS) Fenric!
We play the contest again...Time Lord.