Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 1, Episode 11 - Combat - full transcript

Torchwood.

Outside the government,
beyond the police.

Tracking down alien life on Earth and
arming the human race against the future.

The 21st century is
when everything changes.

And you've got to be ready.

- Diane Holmes.
- How have you done this to me?

Love, you're always at its mercy.

Hate to break it to you,
but you're not my first.

Anti-Weevil spray. Hand clamps.

Come on, let's make this
easy for both of us.

This always happens when I
give them the night off.



It's not even really medium,
let alone well done.

French place, you see?

Hey, remember that weekend in Paris?
The little place with the wood paneling...

They barely even waved the steak
under the grill and you said...

- Why are you looking at me like that?
- Sorry, like what?

Like you'd rather be somewhere else.
It's becoming the norm, innit?

I'm chopsing away,
I look up and you're just absent.

- What's happening to us, Gwen?
- I know, I'm sorry.

Is it something I've done,
or not done?

What the hell was that?

- Oh, God, what's happened to you?
- Rhys, is it? Nice to meet you.

Sorry, dude, kind of an emergency.
I'll have her back for dessert. Come on.

Hold on, sunshine.
That's my girlfriend.

- Rhys, this is Jack...
- Sit down, Gwen.



- He's my boss!
- Sit the fuck down!

Don't ever speak to me like that.

Come on, Gwen. Let's go.

Hey, she's with me tonight.
One night off. You promised.

Don't you dare.

If you go now, Gwen...

Sorry for cutting in, but I've been
having a little trouble with this one.

Rhys will get over it.
He always does.

You promised to keep hold of your life.
Don't let it drift.

300 metres on the right, car park.

Jack! Over there!

Get him in, get him in! MAN 2:
They're fucking...

Hey!

Who the hell were they?

One, since when did other
people know about Weevils?

Two, have they done this before and if so,
how come we didn't know about it?

Three, what do they
want with them anyway?

Might not be connected,

but we've noticed a surge of unusual
injuries being reported at the A&E unit.

Chunks taken out of legs and arms,
deep wounds to backs and stomachs.

So we have a wave of Weevil
attacks to add to our problems.

Oh, and by the way, that spray
we used on them previously?

Looks like they're
becoming immune to it.

- They're mutating?
- Or evolving.

So any sign of the
one we lost earlier?

I've run a trace on the van's
number plate. It's fake.

2, 500 vans of that type
registered in the Cardiff area.

Widen that to a 40 mile radius,
and the number doubles.

- So, run a trace on the vehicle...
- Route via traffic cameras?

This is Owen's voice-mail.
Leave a message if you must.

Processing that now.

Leave a message for Gwen and Rhys,
and we'll call you back.

- If we remember.
- Oi!

Hi, it's me. I've left
three messages now.

Look, I've got dozens of excuses,
um, hundreds, thousands!

But none of them good enough.
Things have got away from me a bit lately.

It's this job. It never lets up.

Look, I'll see you later.
I'm not sure what time yet.

I've got some work
to finish off first.

Call me.

Message deleted.

Are you going to answer that?
Ninth missed call. Work.

- Do you enjoy your job, then?
- Look, if you don't mind, I came out to be alone.

- Ah, the old Greta Garbo.
- Something like that.

Little bit of advice.

Next time you feel like this,
I think you should stay in.

Trust me, the bigger the crowd,
the more alone I feel.

- I said no chatting up the punters.
- Oh, for God's sake.

Tommy, I work in a bar.
It's my job to speak to them.

You're never happier than when you're
flashing your tits at a passing dickhead.

- Don't speak to her like that.
- You what?

We were having a conversation.

One day, when you've grown up,
you'll realise that's what human beings do.

Tommy, stop it!
You'll get me the sack!

See, it's about using your opponent's
aggression to your own ends.

Now, I'd suggest you don't
pick fights with strangers.

And you should really
upgrade your boyfriend.

What does a man have to do to
get some peace in this city?

Owen's still not
answering his phone.

Well, he's been even more erratic than
usual since that thing with Diane.

Since the what?

It's none of my business.

What thing?

What thing, Tosh?

Owen and Diane. Before she took
the plane, they had a thing.

- You knew that, right?
- Oh, yeah, of course I knew that.

I just didn't know they had a
"thing" thing.

It started 10 minutes ago.

What do you think it's doing?

- I think it's weeping.
- Why?

Owen's been studying this one.

He thinks they have a low level of telepathic
ability to share emotion across distance.

You mean, it might be feeling
the pain of another Weevil?

- I kind of hope we're wrong, though.
- Why?

Because that would mean somebody's
not only kidnapping Weevils,

they're causing them pain.

What can you feel?

What do you know?

I've tracked the van's route.

It went straight from the
car park out to the docks.

This was two hours ago.

- What happened?
- The CCTV cameras went down.

Do you think it was deliberate?

I think these guys really
don't like to be watched.

See, and I know it's
a character flaw,

but that makes me all the more determined
to find out what it is they're hiding.

Looks like we missed them.

Yeah, but if you quit places in a hurry,
you tend to be forgetful.

You know what they used these
warehouses for during World War II?

Storing the bodies of dead Gls.

Sometimes you can
know too much history.

Come on.

There's nothing here.

So what were they doing here?

Why come all this way out?

- Psst.
- What is it?

Looks human. Male.

- Is he alive?
- Hello?

You okay there?

We're looking for the people
who were here last night.

If you saw anything,
now's a good time to speak up.

Jack, he's bleeding.

- Oh, my God.
- Weevil marks.

- You don't think it's still here, do you?
- No. We'd hear it.

Help me with the body.

- Is that his?
- You don't think I'd choose that ring tone?

Don't answer it.

Hello.

I don't know who you are,
but stay out of what doesn't concern you.

- Who killed this man?
- Did you hear what I just said?

I have this selective deafness when
I'm talking to cowards or murderers.

Don't interfere in things
you don't understand.

Oh, I understand this better than you.
'Cause I know how this is going to end.

We're going to hunt you down.

We're going to ensure that you're
punished for what happened here.

And we're going to make you surrender
that creature that you kidnapped.

Is that clear enough?

Ianto, I need you to trace all calls to and from
this number in the last 24 hours fast as you can.

We're on our way back.

This is Owen's voice-mail.
Don't leave a message.

Nice try, Owen. I want you
back at the Hub immediately.

We've got a Weevil murder,
so get your bony little ass over here now.

Dan Hodges. Date of birth,
21st January, 1979.

Salesman for web
publishing software.

Looks like he was
married with a kid.

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Right, definitely death by Weevil,

but he took a right kicking
before the throat was punctured.

Weevils go for the kill,
straight for the jugular.

Look at his face. Black eye,
bruises to the cheekbones.

Same across the back and the ribs.

Could he have been tortured?

Maybe, but I reckon these
wounds were inflicted by humans.

But why smack somebody about and
then set the Weevil on them?

Why not get the Weevil to
do all the work for you?

- Any joy with the phone records?
- The last incoming number was blocked,

and the phone's entire call
history has been erased.

God, they move fast.

If you ask me, these guys are using
Weevils to carry out the perfect murder.

No fingerprints,
no traces of recognizable DNA,

a quick, guaranteed death.

Nothing to connect
anyone to the murder.

Right. Should be a piece of
piss to find the killer, then.

What about this guy? Someone's got to
break it to his wife that he's dead.

The shittiest part about being a police
officer, and I can't get away from it.

Thanks for your kind
words of support.

What do you want me to say?
She'll be all right in the end?

You can always count on Owen
to make you feel better.

Tosh mentioned you and Diane.

- Did you...
- I didn't want her to go. She went.

Why are we still doing this,
me and you?

Fine, let's not.

I was getting bored of
your fuck-tricks anyway.

You can be such a wanker sometimes,
Owen, do you know that?

I do, as a matter of fact!

- Where the hell have you been?
- Walking.

Well, in your absence,
Toshiko's had a great idea.

- Well, it had to happen sooner or later.
- Ignore him, Tosh.

Yeah, just ignore me, Tosh.
I can be such a wanker apparently.

The van went from kidnapping the
Weevil straight to the warehouse.

They must've known it was empty.

So either they own it, or they had
previous contact with the estate agents.

Owen Harper, you're going into property. Toshiko's
in the middle of fixing you a cover story.

Hang on, why me?

Jack and Gwen were in the car park,
I was in the warehouse.

If they've got access to CCTV,
they'll recognise us.

We have to get under their guard,
find out what's going on.

Yeah, all right.

I could do with being
someone else right now.

- Mr Harper?
- Yeah.

Mark Lynch. You're looking to
relocate your business to Cardiff.

- Yeah.
- And you export jellied eels. Really?

Huge growth market.
China, South America...

I'm having a nightmare trying
to keep up with demand.

- I'll get you a batch if you find me the right gaff.
- I think I'll pass on that.

- Any family to relocate?
- Just me. It's better that way.

And you're looking for
premises out by the docks.

Hmm, nice big warehouse.
That's what I need.

I've got a couple that
should be perfect.

Hang on while I print.

Thanks.

Oh, we're in.

This'll give us everything on his
hard drive, including encrypted files.

If I can establish
a routing protocol,

whatever he does on this computer
from now on, we'll know about it.

Owen, you're clear.

These have got the square
footage you're looking for,

good access, competitively priced.

Except... these all look
like shitholes to me.

Yeah, they are a bit.

Didn't I see your sign outside a big
place in the Q section of the docks?

We've accepted an offer on it.
Pretty much signed and sealed.

He's lying.

According to their records,
it only went on the market last week.

- Bummer.
- What about a unit on an industrial estate?

Save a ton on rent,
even after transport costs.

And you just happen to have a
list of suitable premises? Nah.

There are other possibilities.
You free at the end of the day?

- Yeah.
- Why don't we go for a drink?

On your own in a strange city,
see, I remember that feeling.

Look at you now.

Couple of gorgeous birds
answering your phones for you.

- If that's not success, I don't know what is.
- It's all bollocks, really.

- But if you wanted me to put in a good word...
- No.

Thanks.

- Good to meet you, Mark.
- Yeah, I'll give you a bell.

First, he'll go for the web-link
at the top of the page.

Then he'll want to know what other
people say about the business.

Now he'll see what Owen
has to say about himself.

Welcome to the number one supplier of
jellied eels to Britain and Northern Europe.

With a client base of
more than 150 resellers,

we're constantly looking to
expand into new territories.

If you're interested in becoming an
affiliate or Harper's franchise holder,

please contact our Sales
Director on the number below.

Harper's sales,
Jenny Long speaking.

I'm sorry, wrong number.

Job done.

I've tracked down another set of
suspicious injuries at the hospital.

They sound pretty bad.

Tosh, stay here and monitor
Mark Lynch's movements.

- Ianto, with me.
- I'll come with you.

- Go home.
- But...

It's not a request.
Remember, don't let it drift.

- What you doing?
- You here now, are you?

That's your pulling top.

- No, it's not.
- It is!

That's what you call it,
since I said you looked sexy in it

- You off out?
- Aye, Daf's stag do.

All day job.

- Since when is Daf getting married?
- No, he's not.

But he thinks he's
missing out on a piss-up.

So he's having a
Staying Single Stag.

Few beers, see what transpires.

Strip club, that sort of thing.

- What time will you be back?
- Not sure.

- But I'm in tonight.
- Well, I'm not.

I've already made my
statement to the police.

According to your chart here, you nearly
had your heart torn from your rib cage.

Ooh!

A ten-hour operation
to repair chest wounds.

Why should I talk to you?

Let me tell you what
did this to you.

Six feet high, teeth like a shark,
rippled skin

and the rage of a wild animal.

- Am I close?
- I was mugged.

There was three of them,
they had knives.

So why were your wounds described
by paramedics as bite marks?

Look, I can't help it
if they got mixed up.

They're overworked.

There are lots of ways
I can get you to talk,

but the easiest would be if
you consider the consequences

should you not tell me the truth.

And that is... this
creature will attack again,

somebody will die,

and it will be on your conscience.

- Now tell us the truth.
- I can't.

- They'd kill me.
- Who'd kill you?

Everyone.

What did he mean, everyone?

That's all he'd say.
Couldn't get any more out of him.

That leaves us one option.

Okay, Janet, time for a trip out.

- You call it Janet?
- Barbara just never seemed right.

You want to release a Weevil
in the middle of Cardiff!

Not exactly in the middle, a little to the
side. We placed a tracker in its boiler suit

so when they capture it,
we'll know exactly where they are.

It could kill any number
of people before then.

I'm with Tosh. There's no
telling what might happen.

We set it loose in the same place
where they took the other one.

It's deserted this time of night.
We'll be with it every step of the way.

- Tracker working?
- Yeah.

Go, Janet!

Second right, 200 metres ahead.

Shit! Stop the car.

She's taken a left.
Pedestrian access only!

Ianto, take over!

Now that's what I
call service. Cheers.

Yeah, cheers.

Shit.

- We got a problem here, boys?
- Not with you.

Come on then,
let's get it over with.

No need for you to get involved...

Get up!

Thanks.

Whoa, whoa.

The Weevil has landed.

- Got a signal?
- Yeah.

Just so I know where we stand,

we would never deliberately put
a human being through that.

- But Weevils are fair game, is that right?
- We need to follow them.

This is your gaff?

Make yourself at home.

I'm in the wrong business.

So, what's your outlet?

Uh, for what?

- The anger.
- Who said I was angry?

You're not even living here yet and
you've got people coming after you.

Yeah, well, some people
need teaching a lesson.

I'm not criticizing.

You're not the only pissed-off bloke out
there. It's what the world does to us.

- Fancy a beer?
- Yeah, why not?

You work yourself stupid,
get a house, a car, plasma screen...

You end up with a workforce, people there
specifically to look after your every whim.

You're officially successful,
but what does it bring?

Nothing. Success has no
worth other than itself.

Seriously, I could live without all this.
It doesn't define me.

Yeah, nice to have it though, yeah?

Ask yourself,

what's the point of your life?

Mark, mate, I only
came here for a beer.

There's so much more,

if you know where to look.

Is that right?

It's closer than you think.

Something's coming.

Out there, in the darkness,

something is coming.

You drunk?

Two pints was all I could get down.
They've gone on without me.

- Look, Gwen...
- I need to tell you something.

What sort of thing?

I've been sleeping... I've been
having sex with someone else.

From work.

His name's Owen.

I mean, he's a bit of a tosser actually,
and it's all gonna stop but...

- Shut up.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm really sorry.
- You wouldn't do that.

But I have.

- Then... Why are you telling me?
- Because I'm ashamed.

And I'm angry.
And I want... I need...

I need you to forgive me.

And because I've drugged you.

- You've done what?
- Just sit down. It's nothing.

It's just an amnesia pill.
Dash of sedative.

You'll wake up tomorrow,
and you'll forget everything.

- Rhys?
- God, you selfish bitch!

I know, I just thought it
would give us a chance...

A chance to get everything out in the open,
you know, get everything out.

Rhys! Stay with me, Rhys.

Say you forgive me.
Say, "It's all right, Gwen."

"Gwen, it's all right.
Gwen..." Say it please, Rhys.

Rhys, just say it once.
Say it once, "I forgive you."

Rhys, please say it!

Say you forgive me.
Say you forgive me.

Say it! Say it, please, say it.

Say it, please.

- Have you found the bathroom yet?
- Yeah. Cheers.

Told you there was more to see.

Mark, mate, I'm really sorry.
I couldn't resist the padlock.

- What do you think?
- What is it?

No idea. Don't get
too close, though.

- Vicious bastard.
- Where did you get it from?

I found one on the streets.
It took five of us to bring it in.

Other than that,
I haven't got a clue.

Scientific experiment gone wrong?

Nuclear victim?

One of the lads even
reckons it's an alien.

- Do you want to know what I think?
- Yeah, go on.

I think it's us, Owen, you and me,
in 1000 years' time.

This is what we become when
all we have left is our rage.

- Not exactly a comforting thought.
- Give it a smack.

- You what?
- Punch it.

- Why?
- That's what it's there for.

- Or do you want me to do it for you?
- It just feels a bit weird, that's all.

All right, that's enough!

It's not exactly
putting up a fight.

We all need a punch bag.

- So who are you, Owen?
- Sorry?

It'd be pretty stupid not to assume

you're not connected to
those two in the black SUV.

I don't know what you mean.

Bloke in the big coat,
cute little Asian girl? I was watching.

Nice website by the way.
Kudos to whoever did that.

Although, jellied eels?
I'm not sure that was your greatest idea.

- I wasn't that bad.
- Pretty much, you were.

Whoever you are, you've
royally fucked up my plans.

- Didn't want all this getting out.
- What about Dan Hodges?

What about his wife and kid?

I'm not responsible for
people's life choices.

Now, why did you lot take the body?

Why didn't you go to the cops?

Because, Mark, they are parochial pigshits
whose minds would implode if they saw this.

Who are you, Owen Harper?

Is that who you are?

A little kid hiding behind a gun.

If you want to know what happens, you're
not going to find out because of a weapon.

Good boy, we're finally
getting somewhere.

Now, you're just you.

Stripping things back to the core, Owen.
Now we're just two blokes.

Equal.

- Why did you murder Dan Hodges?
- I didn't.

All right, not technically.
Did you do it here?

I mean, you let that
thing loose on him.

Perfect murder. Nothing to
link you back to the crime.

God, you haven't got a clue,
have you?

Dan wasn't murdered.
He was one of us.

Tell me what happened.

I can do better than that.

Come on.

Hello?

Anyone?

So where is it, Tosh?

- So what have we got now?
- Nothing.

We have no clue where they
are or what they're doing.

- So, what am I supposed to be looking at?
- Wait and see.

All this lot with you?

- What's going on?
- You'll find out.

I've never been that
keen on surprises.

Jack, I've...

Yes!

Jack, can you hear me?

What the hell are you doing there?
I told you to go home.

There's a text message that's just
come through on Dan Hodges' phone.

Charlie Foxtrot one zero,
six Bravo Yankee.

Seems to be a postcode for a building.
It's gonna have a Lynch Frost sign outside.

- Okay, I've got the location.
- Gwen, we'll pick you up on the way.

So people get an alert by text
message and they head to a property.

A property Mark Lynch
knows is empty.

So the question is,
what happens when they get there?

- What the hell's going on here?
- Warm-up.

- Warm-up? Who are these blokes?
- Same as us.

Ordinary blokes just trying to find
meaning in a world that doesn't have any.

You don't really
believe that, do you?

We're the dispossessed now, Owen. All the
certainties our fathers had are gone.

We're a generation of no faith.

In society, in religion,
or in life.

everyone into the big hall.

All we can do is reduce
ourselves to the basics.

This is only the warm-up.

Come on. You coming or staying?

Five, four, three, two, one.

Come on, don't just
stand there, you muppet!

Get me out!

Nice one, mate!
Costs a grand to enter the cage.

Whoever stays in there the longest across
the night, takes home all the money.

- You're next.
- Hang on.

- These guys are paying to put their lives at risk?
- The ultimate extreme sport.

Too much disposable income,
not enough meaning. That's us.

So what about Dan Hodges, Mark?

He wouldn't come out.

Just stood in the middle of
the cage and let it maul him.

I think he got in there and he
realised he didn't want to live enough.

He surrendered.

- None of us could get to him in time.
- And still you all come back.

- Well, what else is there?
- This has to stop.

More people are gonna die.

Five, four, three, two, one.

How long are we going to
keep playing this game, Owen?

You lie, you bullshit,
you sweet talk,

but you are hiding, Owen.

Get in the cage.

- Not if you're gonna point a gun at me.
- Do you want me to shoot you?

Lower the gun

and then I will get into the cage.

Good boy.

- What's the longest anyone's been in there?
- That'd be Dan Hodges.

When you get in there,
when you're up close with it,

- take a look into its eyes.
- Open the door!

It's like looking into the darkest
recesses of your own soul.

Open the door.

Come on, then.

Owen!

Just open the door!

Jack!

Open it!

- Owen...
- Get off me!

- That's enough!
- Help me, Jack. Help me get him out.

- Owen, come on. Come one.
- Get a stretcher!

- You did this to him.
- He did it to himself.

He had no fear.

It's over now.

These creatures are to be left alone.
Go back to your lives.

Jack.

- What are you doing?
- It's over.

You shouldn't have.

No, really, you shouldn't.
I hate grapes.

Doctors reckon you can go home.

Doctors... what do they know, eh?

I didn't want saving.

You want us to apologise?

For a few seconds in that cage,

I felt totally at peace.

And then you blunder in.

Do you always know best, Jack?

Is that what you believe?

I want you back in work tomorrow.

- You sure you'll be all right?
- Give us a moment alone, yeah?

Where's the SUV?
Has it been stolen?

No, we have.

They're stuck in the middle
of the Cardiff blitz.

Toshiko!

It's our duty to get them out.

Open the rift now,
and the whole world could suffer.

Who knows what will come out?

I love you.

It's a trap to incite total
chaos and destruction.

- We don't even know who he is.
- He's our leader.

Not any more.

I'm Captain Jack Harkness,
133rd squadron.