(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(WHOOSHING)
Ah! This looks about right. World War Two uniforms.
No need to worry about looking silly.
- If this is a naval camp, I'm Lord Nelson. - Oh, whine, whine, whine!
Professor, top secret naval camps have men with guns everywhere.
You don't just stroll in.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
I've had more trouble getting into a disco.
- You can always go back. - I'd rather go rock climbing.
Not in those clothes.
- Don't move! Hands up! - About time, too!
Call yourself Royal Marines? Those boots are filthy.
- What if the Germans attacked? - Sorry, sir.
How do you know we're not Germans?
- You don't look like Germans, ma'am. - Where's Dr Judson's office?
- Never mind. This way. - Yes, sir.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
Prozorov, from now on, everything in English.
- Quick! On the beach. - Come on.
- How long till nightfall? - Long enough. Come on!
Listen to me. Where are the sealed orders?
You had them. Gayev, what's happened to them? Gayev?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- What in heaven's name... - Dr Judson? Excuse me.
- I've travelled a long way to meet you. - This is intolerable!
Less excitement, please. Remember your blood pressure.
- The Prisoner's Dilemma. - You can't just...
Shut up, Crane! You're familiar with the Prisoner's Dilemma?
Based on a false premise, don't you think? But a neat algorithm, nevertheless.
- Do you have a typewriter I can use? - On the desk.
You're obviously also an expert in this field, but I don't recognise...
- Ace. - Hi. I'm Ace. This is the Professor.
- Doctor. - Sorry. Doctor.
- Oh, wow! Have you seen this, Professor? - Put it down, child. It's not a toy.
I know. It's a flip-flop thingy. We use them at school.
- You understand it? - Yeah. It's a logic game.
You drop marbles in, which, depending on the window's colour, follow a different path.
There's a logic diagram for it on the blackboard.
This is extraordinary! You learned about logic at school?
Miss Burket taught us in Computer Studies. Can I borrow this?
- Two pens, please. - Crane!
Ah, thank you.
- There we are. Come in. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)
I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but these two are unauthorised personnel.
Unauthorised? We're here by urgent request of the War Office.
This is signed by the prime minister and the head of the secret service.
I must apologise, sir. We weren't informed of your arrival.
Need to know, Captain.
Dr Judson's work at breaking the German codes is very important.
- We thought you were an East End evacuee. - I'm not from the East End. I'm from...
- Would you like to see the Ultima Machine? - Yes.
Bates, fetch Commander Millington.
On second thoughts, it's been a tiring day. Perhaps tomorrow.
If you just show us to our quarters...
Now, as soon as it's dark, we check the base.
Petrossian, check the shoreline in case anything gets washed up.
- Alone? - It only needs one.
Listen to me. There's evil here.
Can't you feel it? Cold against our skin.
Stop it!
More stupid Armenian superstitions.
- You're supposed to be a soldier. - So was he!
You follow orders.
Ace! Bunk beds! Bags on top.
- (WHISPERS) Quiet! People are sleeping. - Sorry.
Can I go rock climbing tomorrow?
Go to sleep.
Sorry.
Oh, it's you, sir. I thought...
Eyes... Eyes watching.
(SCREAMS)
Thank you. What a lovely day!
- Miss Hardaker. - Your sermon, Mr Wainwright.
- Yes? - There's no doubt about it.
Of course we'll win the war. Right is on our side.
I don't think that right is on anyone's side in war, Miss Hardaker.
Your father would turn in his grave to hear such words.
When he was vicar, there was respect for the good book.
I think that faith is more than just words.
In plain language, doubt and indecision.
- Miss Hardaker... - Pardon me, I'm looking for Dr Judson.
Oh, I think he's working in the crypt. If you'll follow me.
Good day, Miss Hardaker. This way.
- Who's the old gargoyle? - She's the old bag we're billeted with.
- Come again. - We've been evacuated.
- We're from London. - So am I!
(MISS HARDAKER) Time we were moving!
- See you later. - Where?
What about over there? Maidens' Point.
Here, Vicar. You shouldn't leave all this silverware lying around.
- You're wide open. - They're superstitious in these parts.
Too afraid of the old Viking curse to break in.
- Curse? - This church is built on old Viking graves.
They say evil was once buried here.
(SCRIBBLES AND MUTTERS)
Here we are, Doctor. The crypt.
Ah, Doctor. What do you make of these?
- Fascinating! Ace, look at this. - They look like Viking carvings.
- Viking runes. 9th century, yes? - You know more than I do.
It's the alphabet. The later Vikings used a 16-character alphabet.
Don't tell me. The Ultima Machine can break sophisticated Nazi ciphers.
Some 9th-century scribbling shouldn't be a problem.
- Professor? - Mm?
What's that noise?
- What noise? - Like a machine.
Organ bellows. Come on. Let's leave Dr Judson to his puzzles.
Yeah, OK.
It was definitely some kind of machinery, Professor.
Only don't bother listening to me, 'cause I'm only a mere mortal.
- Look. - Yeah, graves.
No, at the ground.
- There's a slight dip in it. - Subsidence. Since the grave was dug.
- How do you know that? - Either that
or they'd been at the Communion wine when they put up the headstone.
Joseph Sundvik. He must be one of the descendants of the original Viking settlers.
Look at the last one. She only lived 13 days, poor thing.
You don't suppose it was that curse, do you?
Where are you meeting your friends?
Somewhere called Maidens' Point.
I think I'll go with you.
Maidens' Point! Did you say Maidens' Point?
I only want to go for a walk. Maybe have a swim.
I know what girls who go to Maidens' Point have in mind.
You will never go near the place.
- All right. Keep your hair on! - You impudent child!
Do you know why it's called Maidens' Point?
Because when you stand on those cliffs,
you can hear the terrible lost cries of girls who went to that place
with evil in their hearts.
Girls who are damned for ever.
I like watching the sea. It makes me feel so small.
You'd think people would take their rubbish home.
- What's that? - People have picnics and leave rubbish.
It's not the kind of place people come for picnics.
Not ordinary tourists. Not English, anyway.
Germans? German spies?
- Look at the lettering. - Greek?
- Russian. - The Russians were on our side in the war.
- We'd better warn them at the camp. - I think they already know.
- Where do you think the Russians are now? - Where have they come from?
From the north, like Vikings.
- I think I'd better go back to the church. - Church!
If you find churches boring, stay here, but don't go into the water.
(CLICKS)
The North Atlantic U-boats have changed ciphers again.
- That's twice this month. - Can we correct them?
It may take a few days longer.
They're using six rotors now instead of five.
Get inside the Nazi mind, Judson. Learn to think the way they think.
It's the only way to understand their ciphers.
The machine can do it, if you'd be so kind as to authorise it, sir.
Thank you...
Oh, yes. The machine can do it.
This is the first. In the future, there'll be many more.
Computing machines, thinking machines.
Yes, but whose thoughts will they think?
I beg your pardon. I didn't hear you.
- Possibly not. - What can I do for you, Doctor?
- I'd like to know the answer. - I'm afraid I don't understand.
Afraid, yes, but of what? The Viking inscriptions? The curse?
Doctor, there are some questions better left unanswered.
That may be so, but it's too late, isn't it? Someone's translated the inscriptions.
It's probably all nonsense. Some records that my grandfather made
when he was vicar of St Jude's at the end of the last century.
He translated the Viking inscriptions.
I wish to heavens he never had.
- Come on! Don't be a baby! - No! Swimming's stupid!
- It's lovely and warm. - Anyway, it's dangerous. Look.
Oh, you're just a baby doll!
Stupid.
''We hope to return to the North Way,
''carrying home the oriental treasures from the silk lands in the east.
''But the dark curse follows our dragon ship...
''Black fog turned day into night,
''and the fingers of death reached out from the waters to reclaim the treasures we stole.
''I carve these stones in memory of Asmund, Grimvald, Torkal, Halfdan,
''brave Viking warriors slain by the curse.
''We took refuge at a place called Maidens' Bay, but the curse has followed us here.''
- Maidens' Bay? - That's Maidens' Point.
- I've just left Ace there. - But I'm here now. What's that, Professor?
A translation of the Viking inscriptions.
- There's something I've just noticed. - What's that?
Look. ''We hope to return to the North Way, carrying home the oriental treasures...''
Now listen to this.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
- I only did French O level. - ''We return to Norway,''
the North Way, ''bearing the treasure.''
Now, let's see how Dr Judson's getting along, shall we?
Hold still, will you?
Make me look like Lana Turner.
You mean Betty Grable.
(BOTH) Jane Russell!
Here, look at that.
- What is it? - It feels all funny and tingly!
- Here. - Oh! It's like electric!
No, leave it. I don't like it.
It's just a piece of junk. We'd better go before that old bag starts wailing.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
No closer, please.
(BOTH) Alice Faye!
(KNOCKING)
- Dr Judson, this might interest you. - What's that, then?
A 19th-century translation of the Viking inscriptions,
courtesy of Mr Wainwright's grandfather.
Really?
''Night is the time of the evil curse,
''and no man is safe alone.''
This is invaluable! ''The waters are most dangerous.
''The dark evil lies waiting in the sea. It has followed the treasure we stole.
''We cannot see it, but we know that it is there,
''beneath the surface, beyond seeing, but it is there,
''and one by one our crew is being killed. ''
I didn't know they had personal stereos in 1943.
They're listening to coded German radio messages.
- Are you looking for someone? - Ah... We're just being nosy.
Well, we're the girls. I'm Kathleen.
- Hello, Kathleen. - Hello.
- Oh, look, Professor! A baby!
- Is it yours? - Yes, and she's a she.
- She's lovely. Can I pick her up? - Excuse her. She's from Perivale.
- That's all right. Of course you can. - Thanks.
- Where's Perivale? - You don't want to know.
- What do I do? - Put your arm underneath her.
- Yeah? - Get her head...and you're fine.
You're fine. There we are.
Oh, Professor, isn't she beautiful?
Oh, look at her little fingernails.
- They're so perfect and so tiny. - Yes, every one a heartbreaker.
- What's she called? - Audrey.
- Oh. - Don't you like it?
I hate it. It's my mum's name.
Here.
Come here, darling. Audrey...
Dudman, I gave you clear instructions the baby was not to remain on camp.
- Yes, sir. - Well?
I thought she could stay with my cousin, only their cottage is too small, and...
24 hours, Dudman...
..or I shall have you dismissed from service.
- Yes, sir. - Who do you think you are...
Not now, Ace.
- Extraordinary! - What is this?
This is a perfect replica of the German naval cipher room in Berlin.
Even down to the files.
- Dreadful man. - Commander Millington's a spy?
Oh, no! Just trying to think the way the Germans think.
One step ahead. But he's done it so perfectly.
Let's see what else they've got here.
Oh, dear. Pictures of cities being bombed, innocent people...
Wait a minute. That's not right.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
- What is it? - The old school tie.
It seems that Millington and Judson went to school together.
That was before Judson's accident.
Why is everyone here so interested in Vikings?
Yes. Why?
A girl? From the War Office?
She's a mathematical specialist. She understands the logic diagrams.
They found an old translation of those Viking inscriptions.
Let me see.
''I warn of the day when the earth shall fall asunder, and all of heaven, too.
''The Wolves of Fenric shall return for their treasure,
''and then shall the dark evil rule eternally.''
This is it. The final battle between the gods and the beasts.
It's now, Judson.
The Curse of Fenric.
I'm confused, Professor. What's it got to do with the Russian papers?
Whatever it is, it'll be near where we found those papers.
What are we looking for? Is it big or...
- Doctor. - What have you found?
Yes. Not very pleasant.
What's he holding?