_
Confined again.
I cannot bear it.
The very world itself seems sick.
A most ungenial summer.
I've never known air as dank and frigid.
Oh!
"Dank and frigid"?
Who does that remind me of? I wonder.
Oh!
Sleep well, sweet boy.
Perhaps Lord Byron or Dr Polidori would read to us?
What would Miss Clairmont wish to hear?
Something to awaken thrilling horror.
Yes, Mrs Shelley.
To make us dread to look around.
To curdle the blood and quicken the beatings of the heart.
I have just the thing.
Oh...
Tales of the dead.
"At midnight, we took a torch to the chapel.
With pallid countenance and trembling limbs,
we descended to the vault.
Hildegarde's leaden coffin loomed before us.
The Count was seized with the sensations of terror."
"He opened the coffin with a stifled cry of dread
and inside we saw..."
I shall send whoever calls away, my lord.
No, Fletcher.
What if it is she?
Hildegarde, the death-bride.
If something infernal is on my doorstep,
I should be the one to go and greet it.
Infernal?
Surely not?
Who is brave enough to come and see?
I'll wager it's Shelley, amusing himself with a trick.
Shelley is not one for tricks.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
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Good evening! Not quite the welcome I was hoping for,
but I'll admit we've looked better.
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances. I'm...
Nothing?
Weird.
Might need a blow-dry.
Got a bit caught in the downpour.
Yes, because it is a truth universally acknowledged...
Wrong writer!
...that one's driver will park one's carriage
imprudently too far from whence one is going.
Can we please just come in before we drown to death? Please.
One hour, tops.
Plus drying time.
OK, so there was a spot of rain...
...and gale-force wind and a super-long walk,
but I got us here, didn't I?
And Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, soon to be Shelley,
screamed in your face.
Quality historical experience, that. Gold!
On that night that inspired Frankenstein.
If... you'd be so kind...
Blimey!
Excuse me, Yaz. I was very clear about the roles.
Nobody mention Frankenstein and don't interfere.
And nobody snog Byron.
In, out, soak up the atmos.
Witness some of the most enlightened minds
of a generation at the pinnacle,
the absolute zenith of their creativity...
What would you all care to drink?
We shall teach them the dance.
I detest all gossip, you understand.
Utterly abhor it.
Mary goes by Mrs Shelley,
except she and Percy are not married.
It really is quite a scandal.
Lord Byron is separated from his wife.
The rumours are so disastrous, he cannot return to England.
Now he keeps company with Mary's step-sister,
Miss Clairmont.
We have an exceptionally strong attachment.
She scrambled 500 miles from England to come and see me here.
Couldn't exactly turn her away.
Please... excuse me, fair lady.
I must poppeth to the little boys' room.
So... that was marvellous.
Is anyone up for, I don't know,
I'm spitballing here, how about writing the most gruesome,
spine-chilling ghost story of all time?
Dormez bien, Monsieur William.
You know? A bit of blood and guts?
Throw in a corpse for good measure.
Float anyone's boat? Mary?
Or perhaps another quadrille?
- I shall choose the music. - Hear, hear!
Excuse me, Doctor. You broke a rule.
Next, you'll be snogging Byron.
I was trying to get them back on track.
Something's wrong here.
This night, June 1816,
Byron challenges Mary, Polidori and Percy Shelley
to come up with a ghost story. Spot the difference!
You and I shall be partners for the next dance.
Not much writing going on.
And there's no Shelley.
Bingo! They're a man down.
Why?
Sorry, love.
- Oh. Oh. - Mon Dieu.
Crikey. A bit lost.
Looking for the lavatory?
C'est diabolique, monsieur!
C'est terrible.
Never mind. I can hold it.
Big house like this, there's got to be a lav somewhere.
I'm going round in circles here.
It is impolite not to announce oneself, Miss Khan.
Breaking and entering's worse.
I'm not at fault if Lord Byron selfishly keeps it locked.
What are you after?
Letters.
If he's written about me, I can ascertain his true sentiments.
Or...
...you could try asking him.
I have.
His answers only increase the enigma.
I know someone like that.
Mary reproaches me...
...and says I should find a more reliable prospect.
Not that she can talk.
Perhaps she's right.
His eye does seem to wander.
This enigmatic person of yours...
...would you trade them for reliable and dull?
My person's a bit different.
Did you see that?
What?
Nothing.
Trick of the light.
She walks in beauty, like the night.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.
I'm intensely flattered
you're familiar with my work, Mrs Doctor.
Just "Doctor" is fine.
I'm quite into Shelley's stuff too. He about?
Indisposed, I'm afraid.
He won't be joining us.
May I be candid?
Go for it.
I sent my man out to fetch your carriage,
but it seems to have disappeared.
Such a jaunty air!
Is it popular in the colonies?
Er... Yeah.
Me nan taught me, but I always get the keys wrong.
But she always said there's no reason not to try.
I should practise more.
But I confess, I prefer to write...
- Hm. - ...even though my efforts are weak.
I could never hope to match the achievements of my parents.
My nan would say stick with it.
Hm.
What's his problem?
Oh...
Pay Dr Polidori no heed.
He's bad-tempered because he does not sleep.
He walks at night.
A terrible affliction.
Imagine... never being able to truly rest.
I'm fully aware of what you want!
Please reveal all.
My third canto.
Of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, my work in progress.
Nah, it goes on a bit, that one. No offence.
Nice mention of Ada, though. Big fan of hers.
You know of my daughter?
Will do. Gorgeous brain.
Why are you here?
For a quick visit, supposedly,
but I'm getting this really weird vibe off your house.
- Vibe? - Yeah.
I don't want to worry you,
but I'm sensing that it's sort of...
...unrelentingly evil.
Ryan, it's like a maze up there,
and they're a few years shy of a toilet.
- Sir? - Oh, blimey!
You've got to stop doing that.
Splendid. Very convenient.
Ryan, not a khazi for love nor money,
and a French woman who's got a right hump about something.
Mrs Shelley seems fatigued.
Only of waiting to dance.
You're the one who looks like death.
Do you insult my visage, sir?
You might want to stop shooting daggers
- and maybe take a nap, all right? - I beg your pardon?
He means, perhaps you should take a rest.
I'm a physician. I'm in rude health.
Whatever you say, mate.
Then I say choose, sir!
Sorry. He does this rather a lot.
- Choose your weapon! - What?
Isn't it obvious?
He's challenging you to a duel.
Oh... Look, hey, look, I'm not here to fight anyone,
- so everyone just calm down. - Fletcher!
You will be my second.
- Will Mr O'Brien be yours? - No!
- Cheers, mate. - No, what I mean... No,
because there's going to be no duel. I absolutely forbid it.
- Ooh! Ooh! - What's up? What's up?
I shall return with my pistol.
He's getting a gun. He's getting a gun. He's getting a gun.
Whatever is that?
No...
I think it's a...
...hand! It's definitely a hand!
Get it off him.
- Doc! - It's so strong!
And ferocious!
Great shot.
Hmm.
14th. No...
15th century. Touch more umami.
- She licked it! - She is the most baffling creature
I've ever been acquainted with.
Human. Protein. Collagen and...
...nothing abnormal.
What kind of implement is that?
One that zaps people's heads off who threaten people with guns.
I don't think they're really from the colonies.
No. She is from somewhere much, much stranger.
The north.
How did it come to life, then? Was it haunted or something?
Unlikely.
Well, you did say the house was evil.
Well, that's a development.
I've been getting a vibe.
If there is evil here, I know who brought it in.
Very well. I may have a skeleton... in my chamber.
Right. You keep an eye on Trigger Happy.
Me and you need to take a squiz at your skeleton.
It's a collection.
Of what? Dead stuff?
Relics of war.
From my travels.
Reminders that we tread on the dust of empires.
Crops now grow where blood was split.
An innocent fascination, I assure you.
Waterloo!
Oh! I love a good plume!
What do you think?
A 15th-century soldier...
...from the Battle of Morat.
His final remains.
One hand gone.
Both hands gone.
Great. There's another on the loose.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Anything else strange happen since you've been here?
When the weather turned, Shelley began having visions.
He's prone to them.
What did he see?
An apparition of a figure...
...floating above the lake.
When you said he was indisposed, what did you mean?
Uh, well, when he didn't join us,
my mind naturally wandered to the idea of
some torrid assignation in town.
Shelley often retires to our chalet... to write.
Maison Chapuis. On the shore.
You should probably pop down and have a chat.
You're like ninjas, you lot.
Fair play to you, though, love. Food!
There's never any food.
Cheers. You're a belter. Yeah.
Baby-sitting duty. Yeah.
He'll be no trouble now, though. Dead to the world.
This apparition, did Shelley describe it in any more detail?
Dark. Charred by fire.
Suspended over the water like a death god rising from Hades.
Right...
Nothing too sinister, then.
You can ask him more questions when we get to the chalet.
Did we just go down to the top?
What reanimates bones and leaves no trace?
Why just the hands? Why only parts?
- However, my collection's not demonic? - Correct.
But I'll probably come back for this, though.
Strictly for, er, safety purposes.
Not because it really suits me or anything.
This vibe you mentioned, is it still there?
Yeah. I can't...
It's like it won't let me think.
I need to get out of this house.
Easier said than done, apparently.
- Oh... How many times now? - Seven?
Mrs Doctor said the house was evil. She must be right.
It's turning against us.
A house can't do that.
Even an evil one.
Oh, don't worry. We're great at sorting things out like this.
There's always an explanation...
Oh, it touched me! Ghost! Ghost.
It definitely touched me.
Ryan, that was my elbow.
I knew that.
I totally knew that.
Please tell me there's a real baby in here.
My son, William. I must get to him!
You're going nowhere, pal.
You're staying right there. I'm on guard.
Oh...
Hey! Poli?
Poli? Hello?
Poli?
Poli? Can you hear me, son?
Can you hear me?
The same chamber.
Over and over.
- How is it possible? - It's not.
- It's... - Like a dream.
Elise!
Can you hear me?
Do you have William?
He'll be OK.
He probably just cried himself out and fell asleep.
Doc! Poli! Doc! Doc!
There's something seriously wrong with this gaff.
Is anyone else trapped?
Yeah. And I think I'm seeing dead people.
- Perfect... - We're the same!
I totally saw a ghost.
- We're stuck on the stairs! - Please!
How do we move upwards?
I need to check my son is well.
Working on it! Head's a bit fuzzy.
Normal service will resume shortly.
- And ghosts don't exist. - Of course not!
You two just need a spray tan and a kip, eh?
Graham, what sort of dead people, exactly?
Oh... How can I hear your voice, Doc?
I'm using the fireplace chimney.
Doc?
Graham?
They've gone now.
And...
...so's Polidori.
- I've lost him. - You had one job!
Yeah, made more challenging by his ability
- to walk through walls! - Through?
He just turned sort of zombie and went into one.
What do you speak of? What is a zombie?
Mrs Doctor?
Kind of a dead person walking, but it won't be that.
- Mrs Doctor? - How do you know?
Because Polidori isn't dead, for a kick-off.
- Mrs Doctor! - Really, just "Doctor" is fine.
Polidori!
He emerged from the wall like a phantom!
Begone, demon!
Pulse... check.
Breathing... check.
May I just say, you are quite lovely in a crisis.
No, you may not!
The lights are on...
...but he's gone on a mini-break.
Possessed?
Or asleep? He walks in his sleep.
One does not sleepwalk through walls.
Not just through, up.
He was downstairs a second ago.
What you said before...
- About being lovely? - Back a bit!
Er... Demon?
It's like dreaming...
...only we aren't... and he is.
So he can't see... the illusion.
It's more than that.
We're surrounded. Immersed.
It's sort of like a perception filter.
Close your eyes. Clear your mind.
We're only experiencing what it wants us to.
I can feel it.
She's right.
Our minds are being deceived.
Here is the door, hidden from our eyes.
Elise?
I'm coming for William.
How are we here now?
This is impossible.
This should be William's room.
This place keeps on changing, like a puzzle.
I don't get it.
Why hide a house inside a house?
William! My darling!
I suspect I must have missed something.
Yes, but you've shown us how to get out of this room.
This can't be the hallway.
We've not descended the stairs.
It is. But there should be a door here.
Please can we get out of here?
In theory, yes. We just have to tell ourselves
that we can walk through the door
we know is right there...
Ugh! Ooh!
My bones have never caused such mischief before, I swear.
The things we know, we can move inside, but not out.
- Dead things don't act dead. - People vanish. Elise?
My poor William.
There's no sign of Fletcher either.
Hey, maybe Shelley didn't turn up because he couldn't get in.
I've never believed in such things, but could this be Hell?
- Could we be deceased? - Nice blue-sky thinking, but no.
This place keeps on folding in on itself as well.
Exactly.
I think we're caught in a security system. It's...
It's turned the house into a sort of giant panic room.
In 1816?
The Year Without a Summer.
They blamed it on volcanic ash covering the sunlight.
Weather went haywire.
What if something came here that wasn't supposed to
and caused a major disturbance?
- Like what? - That?
That could be a solid option, Mary, yes.
What is it?
I don't know.
It's sort of just floating around.
Like a death god rising from Hades.
Shelley's vision.
But we're all having it.
No. It's pushing through.
That is what Shelley saw.
It's not a vision. It never was.
It's a traveller...
...moving through time.
And he's trying to get in.
Are you the guardian?
That is a lone Cyberman.
Jack's warning, beware of the lone Cyberman!
- Don't let it have what it wants. - At all costs!
Yes, thank you! Barricade the door!
May I ask, what is a Cyberman?
Someone altered.
Organs, flesh surgically replaced with mechanical parts
without consent.
It drives them insane, so they alter the brain too,
- switch off all emotion. - Are you the guardian?
Never seen one like him before. He's different.
- Unfinished. - Are you the guardian?
Whatever he came for
is hidden here. It explains the security.
- What's hidden? - I've no idea,
but I need to beat him to it. Quick.
Lord Byron?
Doctor, what are you doing? Where are you going?
You're not leaving us?
I have to find out what he's looking for.
Alone.
You need backup. All of us against one.
One Cyberman, but then thousands.
Humans like all of you changed into empty, soulless shells.
No feeling, no control, no way back.
I will not lose anyone else to that!
Do not follow me.
Lord Byron?
Is that you?
I fear I've lost my faculties entirely.
- Are you the guardian? - No, sir.
I am the valet.
Notre Père qui es aux cieux!
Que ton nom soit sanctifié,
Que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.
Don't be afraid, little one.
You will be like us.
- What if it finds William? - We need to find the child.
- And a way out. - We are not safe here.
He could pass through a wall at any moment.
The Doctor told us to wait.
Technically, she only told us not to follow her.
Let's split up.
Tell me what you're after. I might be able to help.
Well, it was never going to be under there...
...unless you don't actually know what it looks like.
Funny...
This dark age is surprising.
You're not as primitive as I expected.
You're not as cyborg-y as I expected.
You've met my kind before?
- You could say that. - You appear courageous,
but your vital signs betray a heightened state of anxiety.
Or as I like to call it, Tuesday.
Interesting look.
What happened? They get bored halfway through, or something?
I'm complete enough to serve my purpose.
Oh.
Bit embarrassing.
Time hop took a lot of juice. Now you're fresh out.
You irritate me.
How very human. Still feel things, then?
No inhibitor yet.
I do not need to be stabilised!
OK. Here's the thing. There's a change I might be the guardian,
only I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be guarding.
This isn't my time either.
Maybe we're supposed to work together.
- Together? - Anything's possible.
The house still shifts.
- Whose room is this? - No-one's.
I thought it was empty.
But the writing on the walls and all of these papers?
The writing... It's Shelley's.
The cellar. We'll give it a miss, eh?
Could the coal hatch be a means of escape?
We should try everywhere.
Is it too late to choose another group?
Ooh! You ever considered breath mints?
Recharging? Not good.
Figuring out how to manipulate the elements
and creating an extreme sophisticated
and probably unlimited external power source.
That's better!
The coal hatch has gone.
There's no way out.
Claire, you OK?
Miss Clairmont?
There's something down here with us.
I can read the energy field now.
You are not the guardian.
The Cyberium has selected another as host too.
What's a Cyberium?
I'll find it and remove it.
What are we talking here?
A life form? A weapon of some kind?
Both...
What's happening to you?
"There's not one atom of yon Earth...
...but once was living man."
"The sword that stabs his peace..."
"...He cherisheth
the snakes that gnaw his heart
and he raises up the tyrant whose delight..."
"...Is in his woe."
Shelley's words.
How does it know them?
Something crept in front of me. I heard its vile breath.
Listen...
I'm sorry, but I tried to hide it.
I have to keep him out.
Who are you?
I'm the guardian.
I am...
...Percy Bysshe Shelley.
He is whom I seek.
But he is fortified against me!
OK. Good to know. So I vote we split up
and continue the search. You go this way, and I'll go...
- Doctor, you're here! - Come on, then.
Oh... William!
Dear Fletcher, no. It cannot be.
Mr O'Brien needs you in the cellar at once.
We found Shelley.
All of you, find somewhere to hide.
- But I... - Do you want to listen,
or do you want to end up like them?
None of this is supposed to happen.
They weren't supposed to die, neither are you,
so, please, let's not unravel anything else.
Hide, and stay there.
History is vulnerable tonight.
I mean it.
Now go on.
You're going to take William for me.
Guard him well.
Stay safe.
I need to see Percy.
Shelley in a cellar,
hidden away, cloaked, too big to register.
That's why my readings have been off.
It's something called a Cyberium.
I'm trying to protect it.
Be gone, invader!
Who moved him?
Is it you? Changing the house?
Some, but not all.
It has its own room.
- Mary! - I cannot hide.
Not while he suffers.
Show me.
What happened to you?
I was out walking alone.
There was a glimmer in the lake.
Exquisite.
Alive.
Like quicksilver.
I fished it out to study it more closely.
But then it took root within me.
I returned...
Hello!
I was changed.
No-one could see me.
It hid itself in me, and hid me within the villa.
And when it thought it might be discovered,
in manipulated all of our perceptions.
Since the quicksilver has taken hold of me,
I see symbols. Symbols and numbers.
They will not leave my head,
no matter how much I transcribe them.
The symbols were all over his room.
All over the walls.
The house was like shifting sands.
I sought solitude here, in the dark.
- What happened to him? - I'm going with...
- ...alien parasite. - Cyber technology.
The knowledge of the whole cyber race and AI
from the future,
containing the knowledge and future history of all Cybermen.
They scorched and split the sky.
Built the army of all armies.
Left behind only pain, rage, fear and death.
How is he seeing all this?
The Cyberium is burning through his mind.
It'll destroy him if it stays in him much longer.
An epic battle. The Cyberium at the heart of it,
controlling data, strategy, decision-making.
Clever!
Very clever. Someone took it from the Cybermen,
sent it back through time here
in an attempt to change the future.
In an attempt to protect you from that.
I can't keep him away much longer.
Then don't.
- Doc! - Stop fighting.
- It's OK. - Jack's warning!
Jack isn't here now, stuck in a house with that.
Exactly. You didn't want us near it a minute ago.
I've just been inside his brain.
There's a super-computer fused to a cerebral cortex.
He's the only one who knows how to get that out!
Don't let the Cyberman have what it wants.
I know, because armies will rise and billions will die.
Shelley's going to die if that stuff stays inside him.
Shelley's only one life against all those others.
What are you saying?
How can you condemn him to death like that?
But is he, Ryan?
His thoughts, his words inspire and influence thousands
for centuries. If he dies now,
who knows what damage that will have on future history?
Words matter!
One death, one ripple, and history will change in a blink.
The future will not be the world you know.
The world you came from, the world you were created in
won't exist, so neither will you.
It's not just his life at stake. It's yours.
You want to sacrifice yourself for this?
You want me to sacrifice you?
You want to call it? Do it now.
All of you.
Yeah.
Cos sometimes this team structure isn't flat.
It's mountainous, with me at the summit
in the stratosphere. Alone.
Left to choose.
Save the poet, save the universe.
Watch people burn now or tomorrow.
Sometimes, even I can't win.
Please...
...help me.
Release what you hold.
- How? - Release it!
He doesn't know what that means!
You've got to tell him what he's got to do!
I am addressing the Cyberium.
It must execute the host to be extracted.
It's not obeying you.
Hmm.
Then I shall execute the host.
What is your name, sir?
Mary, this is not a good time to talk.
Or names. Are you several men?
A composite of parts.
I am better than men!
Yet I still see a soul in there.
What do you think you see, child?
I see the man who spared my son.
Were you a father? Before?
I was.
You didn't want to be this way.
They hurt you, this modern Prometheus.
You loved once.
And were loved in return.
You do not wish to kill.
My name was Ashad.
I did spare your son...
...because he's a useless runt,
sickly and weak.
And I did have children.
I slit their throats when they joined the resistance.
In death we are transformed,
improved, updated, as you will learn!
Transformed in death.
I'm sorry, Percy Shelley. So very sorry.
Mrs Doctor, what are you doing to him?
Doctor...
The Cyberium! It's leaving his body!
What just happened?
- How are we back here? - He's reset the house
Shelley needs help!
I think I've freed him from the Cyberium!
At what cost?
No!
And it chooses me.
Interesting.
Time Lord magnetism.
Looks like I'm the true guardian.
Surrender it or I will execute you.
I'd be very careful with those execution threats.
I can feel it already, fusing to me.
It feels very at home.
Recognising great host material. Not to big myself up,
but I don't think it'll vacate me without a fight.
What are you doing? Transmitting.
My ship will lock on to my signal.
It will tear this reality,
and this planet will remain only in shreds!
This world doesn't end in 1816.
- It can't. - It will.
He's bluffing. Don't listen to him.
But I can't be sure. I can't risk this planet!
- I can't win! - We are inevitable.
Yes.
You are.
What are you doing?
Giving it what it wants.
What did you do to Shelley?
Old Time Lord trick. Not a nice one.
Pushed his mind to his future death,
tricked the Cyberium into letting go,
hoped his body would survive the trauma.
I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.
You saved Shelley, but what does that mean for the future?
It means I've put it in the gravest danger.
Please tell me that was part of the plan.
Yes. A last-minute, imperfect, all-I've-got plan.
Saving Shelley was step one.
- What's step two? - Fix the mess I created in step one.
Go to the future, find him
and stop him from rebuilding the Cyber Army.
Shelley, can you give Yaz those symbols and numbers?
We're going to need them.
Well, that was quite the evening.
Indeed.
Perhaps Miss Clairmont would care to retire?
A lie-down could prove restorative.
You pursued Mrs Doctor without a care for my presence...
...belittled my thoughts and opinions...
...and then proceeded to use my person as a human shield.
And...?
And the spell is broken, my lord.
You have returned me to life,
although I feel as though I have none of it left to live.
Sorry about the sneak peek.
Every moment will be precious.
How can we repay you?
Just don't lose hope.
Yeah. Keep doing that writing thing.
If you like.
So, if all the weirdness was the Cyberium, you know,
the bones and Shelley floating about and all that,
why would it reanimate a couple of stiffs
just to bring me a sarnie?
You know, the maid and the creepy little kid?
Er... no.
We thought you saw Shelley, like we did.
Oh, come on! Beady eyes? Made the room go all arctic?
- Where do them two fit in? - I'm not sure they did.
No, come on, Doc. This is where you jump in with a rational explanation.
I mean, ghosts don't exist, right?
- Unless they do. - What?!
Inside, you three.
We need to talk.
Listen...
You don't need to come with me.
Cyber war zones and people don't mix.
I'll drop you back in 2020.
Or we can use Shelley's numbers.
Co-ordinates, right?
Yeah. Wherever you think's a good place to start.
With step two.
"The world was void
The populous and the powerful was a lump
Seasonless, herbless, treeless
Manless, lifeless
A lump of death
A chaos of hard clay
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea
And their masts fell down piecemeal
As they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead
The tides were in their grave
The moon, their mistress
Had expired before
The winds were withered in the stagnant air
And the clouds perished
Darkness had no need of aid from them.
She was the universe."
Sync and corrections by btsix www.addic7ed.com
Any ideas what we're walking into,
this planet, this time period,
in the very far future,
immediate aftermath of the Cyber-Wars?