Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 1, Episode 2 - Day One - full transcript

Torchwood, outside the government,
beyond the police

tracking down alien life on earth,

arming the human race
against the future.

The 21st Century
is when everything changes.

And you've gotta be ready.

Yes!

That is the last
time you choose a film.

I was told it was good.
I feel asleep, Rhys.

What does it mean, "Special Ops"?

It's no big deal. Mostly filing.

Special admin, really.



Can we talk about something else?
Oh, come on,

it's your first day tomorrow,
I'm excited for you! Big promotion.

Secondment. You'll be brilliant.

Let's have an early night.
Check, please!

Bloody hell! Is that plane on fire?

It's not a plane.

We haven't paid. Come on.

What was that?

I've got to go to work.

Simple locating clean up operation. Find that
meteorite before anyone else gets their hands on it.

Good to see you, by the way.

Tosh, you found it yet?
You got enough kit?

Basic tracking and surveillance.

The crash site.



With this we can tap into CCTV
networks, national databases.

This is the police computer system.
You shouldn't have this!

Might wanna stop saying "you"
and start saying "we".

Crash site is 100 metres ahead.

Shit.

The amateurs got here first.

All right. Usual formation.

What's the usual formation?

Varies.
How can a usual formation vary?

Who the hell are you?!

Sorry! This area's restricted.
No, it's all right, I'm with...

Special Ops. I'm Special Ops.

Torchwood. I'm with Torchwood.
Don't mess with me, little girl.

You're not with Torchwood.
And even if you were...

You'd have put out
the welcome banners!

First of all, she's no little girl.

All the right curves
in all the right places.

But she is Torchwood. We both are.
We'd appreciate it

if you'd leave us
to do the real work.

Shall we?

So let's see what we came for.

What do we know?
Bog standard space debris.

That's a technical term.
Yeah, thanks.

So take all the readings
and let's get out of here.

Make yourself useful, sweetheart!

Pass us the big chisel from the
toolbox. Not sweetheart - Gwen.

One syllable, sure you can manage it.
Not sweetcheeks? Freckles? New Girl?

It's a shame your tool's not
big enough for the job, darlin'.

Catch! Don't! Shit!

Put this on!

Is this all I get now,
your voicemail?

You're out with her, aren't you?

You bastard, you could've
had the decency to text.

I've been standin' in
there all on my own.

I'm sick of this hanging around all of the time
waiting for you to show up. I wish I'd never met you.

I wish I was dead, no,
I wish you were dead.

Call me back.

Hiya. Evening, ladies.
Hiya, handsome.

Very nice.

Where do you think you're going?

I've been in once,
I came out to make a call.

There's no readmission.

Um, OK, then, on you go.

Watch and learn, boys.

I don't even know your name.

Overrated, names.

I don't think... I can... hold on.

Well, go on, then.

Go on... you're... this
is... the best... Oh!

I'm so sorry.
Seriously, stop saying that.

But I am! I mean, really,
I mean really, really sorry.

God, I can't believe it. Didn't they
teach you Health and Safety in the police?

You chucked tools
at each other, so...

We didn't miss. I'll sort it.

Whatever's happened, I'll deal with
it. What d'you think has happened?

I mean, it was just gas, wasn't it?

That can't be too bad, can it?

Right, because gas never
did anyone any harm

On the plus side, we've got good
evidence, relatively undamaged.

On the downside,
there's an alien on the loose,

we don't know where it is, why
it's here or what it's going to do.

Give her a break! God, this has
been the worst first day ever.

We all make mistakes. Now we find and
recover whatever came out of there.

This might help. Nightclub death
been phoned into 999.

Circumstances sound...
a little unusual.

Might be connected.

Torchwood.

Gwen? Hi!

Bloody hell! Look at you, all posh.

Special ops! We were wondering.

I meant to call.

It's been a bit of a whirlwind.
Go on, then, tell us all. Coming?

Yeah, sorry.

You can get away now. No point you
freezing your arse off out here.

Boss of me now, are you?

Say hi to everyone for me.

This is all that's left?

How's that possible? The question is
how did you know this used to be a body?

Go on, son! With you all the way!

Bit of a shock, I tell you.

We need to see that CCTV.

Wow. Oh, my God!
He just... Came and went.

That's the way I'd like to go.

I'm sure we could arrange it.
How can that be?

It doesn't make any sense.

It's not possible.
Do you know the girl's name?

Did they arrive together
or meet in the club?

Is she a regular? Would any of the
other staff know her? I dunno!

We get hundreds of people
here every weekend.

I don't keep tabs.
Thanks for your help.

We've got all we need.

What are you talking about? We haven't
got a clue. We don't even know her name!

We need a body from the cryo-chamber,
close match for the dead guy.

Disfigure the face, dump it someplace
remote, make it look like a suicide attempt.

You have a stash of bodies?

What about his family?

You can't just fake his death.
You want to tell his family

he died screwing an alien?
We don't know for sure.

Same elements recorded
at the crash site.

Traces all over the club
but strongest in this area.

Something happened here.

It's my fault.

If it weren't for me,
he'd still be alive.

That'll get you nowhere,
that thinking.

At least now we know a little more.

The alien's taken on a host body.

We can't let her kill again.

I said to them, you're putting yourselves
out of work, behaving like this.

I can get five Polish lads
who don't take any breaks,

happy as sand boys,
all for 56 quid above board.

I told Niall, I said, "Why should I bother
with your moaning mates when I can get this?"

Carys? Dad?

Hangover from hell, is it?

What did you get up to last night?

I can't really remember.

Mullered, I was.

Gotta go.

Tony needs the van by nine.

You in tonight?

What's this supposed to do?
I'm using satellite-tracking data

to determine the inward trajectory
of the meteorite.

He means he's trying to find
out where it's came from.

Sometimes techno babble is good for
the soul. So this is a route planner.

Not far off.

Rhys, my boyfriend, is a transport
manager. He does this sort of stuff.

On a slightly smaller scale, though.
You have a boyfriend?

Yeah. Have you?
Don't have time with this job.

What about you? You seeing anyone?
You've gotta be joking.

I can get all the grief I need here.

None of you have partners?

Just you, newbie.

I'm not being rude or anything...
Well, maybe I am, but...

how do you
switch off from all this stuff?

What do you do to relax?

I torture people
in happy relationships.

Gas traces confirmed
as Vorax and Suranium.

My two favourite gases. Can we do a check,
and find out what we know about them?

I'm all over it. What's this doing?

I've taken an image of the girl from the CCTV.
This cross-checks her face with the UK population.

You can't have every
face in the UK on there.

That would be against
civil liberties, data protection...

Still doing that "you"
instead of "we" thing.

119 suspects.

It's supposed
to give us a single match.

The CCTV was too low res. I've tried
magnifying and augmenting but it just breaks up.

The software can't function properly.
It's narrowed the numbers down.

I could check through the rest. The
old fashioned way - with my eyes.

What about the fingerprints
I took off the alley wall?

It was a long-shot, anyway.
Just a bit.

Least I'm trying to do something.
You're trying anything.

The CCTV must have picked up
her arrival at the club.

Tosh, can you reformat the
image recognition software

to trace her journey backwards
via street cameras?

It'll take a while to process.

Every possible turn means
thousands of probabilities.

Have a go. At least we'll
know where she started.

We could cross reference that
with the remaining face matches.

Good one, newbie!
That's a bit more like it!

Ah!

Ah!

No!

You're keeping our website
in business.

Well, your, er, dad's not in, then?

Get your clothes off!
Steady, Carys!

All right, that's enough.

Joke over. Barry's
put you up to this, has he? Shut up!

What's going on?! Put your
trousers on and get out. NOW!

It always breaks my heart to
say those words. Air quality's OK.

Gwen, look out!

What's that?
It's a sort of inflatable cell.

Power runs down after an hour.
The battery life's bollocks.

Who said you could use that? Um,
I just stopped a prisoner escaping.

You know the rules. None of that stuff
leaves the building without my permission.

Fine. Don't thank me.

Come with us.

See what you can find out from her.
But aren't you going to help me?

I don't know what I'm doing.

Usually better if you don't say
that in front of the prisoner.

Are you MI5?

Where am I? What do you want?

I think you know, Carys.

How d'you know my name?
I've never been in trouble.

What do you want from me?

I know there's something
living inside you

and I know what it made
you do. His name was Matt Stevens.

His parents lost their only
child at 3:07 this morning.

Ah! Ah!

You broke my ship.

Come on then. Where are you from

and why are you trying to invade earth?
You can forget about enslaving us.

Who said anything about enslaving?

Well, that's what you
lot do. Aliens. Isn't it?

No, I just want the energy.

The climax.

I live off that energy.

Right, sorry, just to recap.

You've travelled here
to feed off orgasmic energy?

There's nothing else
out there like it.

You taste so good.

You're the best hit there is.
Ah! Ah! No!

Help me

Please, get it out of me.

Carys?

Hel-lo.

Happy birthday, me.

OK, first contact with an alien.

Not quite what I expected.

Oi, you lot... treat!

Whoa. Wow.

She said she had a boyfriend.

You people and your
quaint little categories.

We should really
get her out of there.

Yeah. I mean, yeah! Come on!

Just... record a bit first.

No! It's no good.

It's got to be a man.

Ah! Oh!

I'm losing.

Promise me you'll help me.

Promise me.

I promise.

Hi.

You're not still at work? 'Fraid so.

'What time will you be done?'
Not sure when I'll be finished.

Is it exciting, though, have you
had loads of excitement? Erm, some.

Er sorry, yeah, is now a good time?

Em, maybe not the best.

Oh, pity me,
I'm a Special Ops widow.

I'll call you later.

'Bye. '

Way to go, newbie! That is what
I call a methodical investigation.

I can't wait to see
you take down her particulars.

What are you doing?! Get off me!

That girl's body is being overrun by I
don't know what. And you think it's a joke?

All right! Jesus! I'm sorry.
We should be helping her.

She's not some lab rat.
No, she's a murderer.

You were the one
who wanted her caught.

How come suddenly
she's your best friend?

You know, strictly speaking,
throttling the staff is my job.

So who's for Chinese?

And she said...

"If I'd known that's what he was,
I never would have married him!"

She knew all along!
She didn't care.

Until he started leaving black piles
of mucus in the bathtub.

Always the big giveaway. Aliens
have no sense of household hygiene.

Which reminds me, gotta pee.

So what's he told you? What about?

Himself! You've been here longer
than I have. We were banking on you!

You're a copper, trained to ask
questions. You don't know anything?

Not who he is, not where he's from.
Nothing, except him being gay.

No, he's not. Really, do you think?

Owen does. I don't.

And I don't care.

Period military is not the
dress code of a straight man.

I think it suits him.
Sort of classic.

Exactly! I've watched him in action. He'll
shag anything if it's gorgeous enough.

We know he's from America, right?
We don't know that for sure.

No US citizen by the name of Jack
Harkness born in the last 50 years.

Maybe his identity's classified.

Used to be something big in the CIA.
That's what I reckon.

He must have his reasons for
wanting to keep things secret.

Sure he has. Doesn't stop me
wanting to know what they are.

What's that sound?

What are we doing having Chinese
while a girl fights for her life?

Actually, while we've been eating, the computers
have been running a full bio-scan on Carys,

profiling her blood, metabolism,
organs, skin, the works.

So we can see what effect the alien's
having on her. They've also been

taking samples of the air in the cell so we can
analyse changes in the environment around her.

Now, is that enough,
do you want more?

Cos it gets kinda boring.

You've been hidden down here
too long.

Spending so much time with the alien stuff,
you've lost what it means to be human.

So remind us.

Tell me what it means to be
human in the 21st century.

All right.

Carys Fletcher,
born 13th November, 1987.

School reports, personnel files
from her temping agency,

swimming badges, reports of
her mother's death in a car crash.

And emails discussing the merits
of Orlando Bloom and Heath Ledger.

Why have you done this? This isn't about
meteorites or gases. We have a trapped girl

and we have to save her. When I was with her
in the cell, Carys told me she was losing.

We have to find a way
to keep her fighting,

remind her to hold on to who she is.

Have I got something on my face?

No.

Just, it's... brilliant.

You are brilliant.

Thank you.

So we should bring in her dad.

You're kidding. We've got to find
something to connect with her.

Make her fight back. Our priority
is to contain the alien threat.

Not put civilians in a cell with it.
We should be helping her.

If we don't, who will, Jack?
Are you always this awkward?

'You should take a look at this. '

This is the normal chemical
composition of the air in that cell.

And these are the readings
from the last hour.

The alien's secreting an ultra-powerful
blend of airborne pheromones.

Sex pheromones. 1,000 times more potent
than anything we'd normally experience.

She's a walking aphrodisiac!

I did wonder why I...
Actually, I sort of snogged her.

We know.

Now, still wanna
put her father in the cell?

God, no! We can't let any man near...
Owen!

Jack, Carys is out of her cell.

Cheeky bitch took my swipe card!

'I'll deal with it. And tell Owen he
needs to work on those abs a bit harder. '

I was taking some readings, you know, keeping
an eye on her, and bang. You got away lightly.

Be thankful she was only interested in
your swipe card. Are you all right now?

Or are you still feeling
a bit of a cock?

No exit, sorry.

Yeah?
You want a little rough and tumble?

Well, let's make it a fair fight.

You won't stop me.

Put it down! That's worthless
to anyone but me.

Down now! Or I'll shoot.

Says he will but the eyes say he
won't. I'm going. Don't stop me.

Please help me.

Need me to do any attacking, sir?
Appreciate the offer. Just open the door.

Now give me the jar.

NO!

After all I said, a severed hand is
more important to you than Carys' life.

You want to prove yourself?

Find her. Get your old pals in the
police to do something useful for once.

All right, I'll give them a call.

Put out an APB -

woman possessed by gas
knobbing fellas to death.

Oi! You'd better get in here!

So I'm trying to interpret
the results of the bio-scan.

Yeah, but it's just a mess, like
there's no definitive readings.

Because everything in
her body keeps changing,

nothing stays constant.
As soon as you think

you've got something clear, the metabolic
rate, the blood pressure all goes wild again.

She's fighting the alien
for control of her body.

So anyway, I decided to
do a comparative diagnostic.

Recreate the circumstances,

accelerate the process a little, see
what's gonna happen to Carys. Yeah, thanks.

I infected the rat with
a combination of the Vorax and

Suranium gas traces we found at
the crash site and the nightclub.

Looks fine so far.

Once the gases start to flow round
the body, the party really starts.

The heart rate triples. The brain
swells, pressing against the skull.

Then the lungs began to shrink,
making it impossible to breathe.

The pressure increases
on all the internal organs until...

Rat jam!
That's what's gonna happen to Carys?

"I'm losing", that's what she said
to me. Right now, it's a struggle

between where Carys ends
and the alien begins.

We have to think like her.

Put ourselves in her place.
It's the only way to find her.

Except we don't know what
her controlling impulse is by now -

Carys or the alien inside. The last
thing I saw was a fight for control.

The overriding factor for the
parasite is to have sex.

It's a survival instinct - that's
bound to be the strongest drive.

All right, so you're Carys. You're desperate for
sex cos that's what the thing inside you needs,

but you know it will kill.
Where would you go?

I'd come round and shag you.

What?! It's a joke! Can't I have a
joke with my team-mates? Right now? No.

So what are we talking about?
Brothels? Lap dance clubs?

Anywhere there's eager men?

I know what I'd do.

What the hell are you doing here?
You look a bit wired.

I had to see you. You should've
called. Bethan might've been in.

I could kill you.
I could bloody kill you!

What the hell was that message you left on my mobile
last night? Sounded like you were off your face.

If I wanted to,
I could kill you... now.

Look, I've told you.

I'm not leaving Bethan. You're a lovely
girl, but it's just not gonna happen.

You were my first, see.

I never told you
cos I thought you'd laugh.

And you're crap.

All you want is to come and
you don't care what's underneath.

Go on, have a go.
Get it out of your system. Ah!

Do you love me, Eddie?

Did you ever love me? No.

You could've saved yourself.

What?

We're too late.

Tosh was right, though.
She went for the ex-boyfriend.

Lucky she's young.

Work your way through my back catalogue,
we'll be here till the sun explodes.

Where next? And how long before
that thing destroys her body?

So what's our next move. Stop the
entire city of Cardiff from shagging?

Put bromide in the water supply.
No, too hit and miss.

The water company got pissed off
last time we did that.

It could have used any body in Cardiff.
Why her? I just assumed it was random.

It's mining Carys' life to get what it
needs. What else do we know about her?

Anything you can think of?
What are you all looking at me for?

You did all the profiling!
I don't know. Sorry.

She's great under pressure.

There's gotta be something.
What did you say Carys' job was?

She's just a temp. Receptionist.

Where's she working at the moment?
I can pull her employment files up.

Conway Clinic. You're joking.
What's the problem?

It's a bloody fertility clinic.
Sperm donors.

An unlimited supply of orgasmic energy
without all the build-up. Perfect hit.

Ah!
Carys. You're not on today, are you?

It needs more.
The energy - it's not lasting.

Sorry?

'Mr Tunstall,
room number one's ready now. '

What's this for? Need a diagram?
I've never used a gun.

You were in the police!

I was on the beat! I'll
make sure you don't need to use it.

I'm asking for you to get out! Relax, I
can help. I don't think so, love, I'm gay.

What do we do if we find her?

How are we going to get it out of
her? Judging by the test results,

the gas needed a host because prolonged
exposure to our atmosphere is poisonous to it.

But our bodies are
the perfect environment.

If we isolate it
from Carys' body...

It won't survive for long.
Sounds like we have a plan.

Force it to die.

Just like it did those poor blokes.

What about Carys?
Better start praying

we get to her in time.

Come on!

Out! Now!
Get as far away as you can!

God, how many more?

In here!

Nowhere to run.

All this sex.
All we see, all we think.

So much beauty... and so much fear.

We want it but we're
so afraid of it... Ah!

The strain on her body's too much.

Any second now, she's rat jam.
One more and I'll be strong.

Each time, it works less.

Each time, the feeling's weaker.

One more. Make me feel alive.

Make me feel human.

I can't.

I can.

Jack! I've got a surplus of alive.

I'm giving it away.

You really want to feel something?

What's he doing?

That was just the kiss. Imagine
the buzz you get from the rest.

Wasn't exactly the reaction I anticipated.
Her body won't last much longer.

Use me.

Leave Carys. Take my body as host.
Just let her live.

Gwen... I'm stronger than she is.

I'll last longer. You might be
able to save me, I don't know.

OK. Jack!

You can't let her! Like she
said... she's responsible for this.

Come on, then. Do it. Leave her.

How long can it survive in there?

It was pretty weak. Why?

Bit worried how long that
battery'll last for.

Look... It's dying.

You travel halfway across the
universe for the greatest sex.

You still end up dying alone.

Thank you.

Still here?

Everybody else is off doing... whatever
it is they do when they're not here.

How long have you been there?

I wanted to finish off.

Do one thing for me.

Don't let the job consume you. You
have a life. Perspective. We need that.

Who are you, Jack?

I'm sorry? You can't die. You tell me
the 21st century is when it all changes,

that we have to be prepared.
You do.

But how can you know? You think knowing
the answers would make you feel better?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Go home, Gwen Cooper. Eat lasagne.

Kiss your boyfriend.

Be normal.

For me.

So I said, those bloody website...

I've had years of experience.

I know the journeys, I've driven
most of them, I know the best way.

Am I boring you?

Sorry.

Too grand to care
about transport routes now, are we?

Let's go to bed.

You saw the echo of a moment
amplified by alien technology.

A ghost... 40, 45 years ago.

I saw it happen. Ah!
You need to know how to use these.

Wait!

I've see things
you wouldn't believe.

No!

Get out! Help me!