Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 1, Episode 8 - They Keep Killing Suzie - 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 gotta be ready.

Suzie Costello.

Why did you kill those people?

The more I use the glove,
the more I control it.

If I could get it to work all the
time on anything, it could resurrect.

I loved this job.
I really loved it.

At last. You must be Torchwood.
My team bitch about you all the time.



- And you are?
- Detective Swanson.

- I'm Captain Jack Harkness.
- So I've heard.

Tell me something. Are you always this
dressy for a murder investigation?

What, d'you rather me naked?

- God help me, the stories are true.
- So who's the victim?

That's victims, plural.

Yesterday a man was murdered
at 96 Oakham Street.

Alex Arwyn, 28, single, estate agent.
Here we go. That's from the scene of crime.

Today, in here, we get two more.

Mark and Sara Briscoe,
both 33, married.

He's a surveyor.
She works in education.

What about the smears of blood?
Is that writing?

Work in progress. Come inside
and see the finished thing.

Oh, my God.



Looks like somebody
wants your attention.

They've got it.

We found a few of the killer's
hairs from the first murder.

- Lab results should be in soon.
- Good, we'll need that.

Now, if you could just clear the room. Some
of this equipment is strictly need-to-know.

- Well... it was only a matter of time.
- What was?

Torchwood walks all over
this city like you own it.

Now these people are
paying the price,

ordinary people ripped apart with
your name written in their own blood.

From where I'm standing, you did this,
Captain Jack Harkness.

You did it.

Still, at least we've
got a head start.

If it's someone we pissed off, that narrows
it down to, oh, four or five million?

And that's just the humans.

Tosh, how we doing?

There's no record of Mr and
Mrs Briscoe on our database,

nor yesterday's victim,
and no link between him and the Briscoes.

No connection between any of them.

Here's the report you
asked for, ma'am.

Jack?

They've got the results
on the killer's hair.

Initial findings
say Caucasian male,

early forties, smoker,
drinks tequila.

Doesn't match any DNA profiles.

Only thing of interest is a
compound we've never seen before.

Recognise it?

- Uh-oh, we're in trouble.
- What is it?

- Compound B67.
- You're kidding.

Retcon. He's got
Retcon in his blood.

B67, a.k.a. Retcon, a.k.a.
the magic ingredient of the amnesia pill.

And this belongs to us.

Whoever this killer is,
it's somebody we gave the amnesia pill to.

Is he remembering that
he's a serial killer,

or is he becoming a serial
killer because of the Retcon?

Wait a minute. I've taken Retcon.

Then better stay away
from sharp objects.

Ianto, how many people have
we given amnesia pills to?

- Two thousand and eight.
- Hey, what if they all become psychotic?

- Do you have to sound so happy?
- Yeah, I'm just saying, Mean Streets.

Tosh, narrow the list down to fit Swanson's
profile. Start checking them out fast as you can.

You two, there's gotta be a
link between the victims.

Find the link, find the killer.

Get to it.

Jack, if there is a link, why don't
we just ask the victims ourselves?

Not the right time for a seance,
thank you very much.

The first time I met Torchwood,
you had that glove.

No way.

Not after what it did to Suzie.

It brings people back to life.

Just for two minutes,
we could question the murder victims.

That's exactly what she said.

She was one of us, we trusted her,
and now she's dead 'cause of that thing.

The glove stays in the safe,
where it belongs.

These murders are happening
because of Torchwood,

so Torchwood has got
to do something.

It fell through the
Rift about 40 years ago,

lay at the bottom of the
bay till we dredged it up.

I always figured this
wasn't just lost.

Whoever made it, wanted rid of it.

You know, we never
gave it a cool name.

I thought we called it the
Resurrection Gauntlet.

Cool name.

What about the Risen Mitten?

I think it's catchy.

Jack, you okay?

Don't forget, the maximum
resurrection time was two minutes.

That's only 'cause
Suzie had practice.

The most we're likely to
get is 30 seconds, okay?

- Tosh, you ready?
- Ready.

And recording.

This man was victim number one,
name - Alex Arwyn.

Come on, Alex.

- Come back.
- How does it work?

You just sort of feel like
reaching into the dark,

finding the dead.

I can't... I... I don't...

Damn!

Nothing.

Sorry. Never was very
good with this thing.

- Owen?
- No, I tried last time.

- We all had a go. It only responded to Suzie.
- Well, I never had a go.

- It's cold.
- It warms up.

The glove relies on some sort of empathy,
maybe compassion and...

Just be yourself.

Somebody help me!

Oh, my God,
help me! Help me, help me!

- Alex, I need you to listen to me.
- Somebody help! Help me!

That's what we're doing. Alex, you were attacked.
Do you know who it was? Who attacked you?

- Who are you?
- How long?

- Where am I?
- Fifteen seconds.

- Who are you?
- I'm just trying to help, sweetheart.

- I'm just trying to help.
- I want my mum.

Please, let me see my mum.

- He's gone.
- Let me keep trying.

- Gwen, he's dead.
- But I can bring him back.

- The glove only works once.
- But I can do it. Just let me try!

Gwen, look at me. He's gone.

Amazing. She's a natural.
Twenty four seconds.

- Give lanto a stopwatch and he's happy.
- It's the button on the top.

What do you think,
Gwen? You want to stop?

Recording. Victim number two,
Mark Briscoe.

Oh, God, I can feel him. It's like
a rope from my heart to the glove.

It's so warm.

Hey, there. Just look at me.
Look me in the eye.

- That's it.
- Where am I?

You've been hurt. We don't have long.
We need to know who attacked you.

- Is my wife all right?
- We're looking after her.

Now, Mark, who was it?

It was that man.

- He belonged to Pilgrim. He went to Pilgrim.
- What's Pilgrim?

Oh, my God, he had a knife.

No, Mark, he's gone, but we don't have long.
Quickly, what was his name?

Thirty five seconds.

Max.

Never knew his surname.

Trying Pilgrim and Max.

Get a description.

You gotta give us something
more so we can catch him.

- He's going.
- There was...

There was someone who knew
him better. That woman.

- She was always talking to him.
- What was her name?

- Where's my wife?
- Her name!

Suzie.

- One minute, five seconds.
- Jack, did I hear that right?

Could be anyone.

Must be lots of women called Suzie.

Not connected to this case.

We've been talking
to the wrong corpse.

Pilgrim. A religious support group,
more like a debating society.

Meaning of life, does God exist,
all that stuff.

The point is, it was tiny, more like a
hobby, run by Mark Briscoe's wife, Sara.

She had all that
stashed in a wardrobe.

Handwritten and photocopied.
That's why we couldn't find any records.

- She isn't even online.
- No mention of Suzie or Max?

Not a word. She didn't
even keep a register.

It wouldn't be our Suzie, though. She
wouldn't go to that support-group bollocks.

How would you know? I mean,
were you friends? Any of you?

- Who was her best friend in this place?
- She sort of kept herself to herself.

Well, then, if she needed to talk,
maybe that's exactly where she'd go.

- A group of complete strangers.
- Could be.

You've got a point, Gwen.

Time we got to know our deceased
colleague a little better.

Have I got this right?

When I die, you get to
keep all my possessions?

- My whole life's gonna get stashed in a locker?
- Rules and regulations.

- What if I leave all my stuff to Rhys?
- We'll stash him away, too.

Tread carefully, people, with respect.
This is the life of Suzie Costello.

That's all we are in the end,
a pile of boxes.

- Is her father still alive?
- Don't know.

But you must've looked him up to
tell him his daughter was dead.

When Suzie left Torchwood, she was on
the run. She wiped all her records.

I couldn't retrieve her files.
She was good at computers.

Well, she was good at everything.

She was good at murder, too.
Laugh a minute, that was Suzie.

- What's that?
- A book. Emily Dickinson.

Poet.

Jack?

Pilgrim. She's part of it.

That proves it, then. No choice.

It's time Suzie came back.

Do we all get frozen? Torchwood staff,
when we die, do we all get kept?

Rules and regulations.

- How long for?
- Forever.

Recording.

- Have you got your stopwatch?
- Always.

I'll record from my station.

I'm sorry, but I don't want
to look her in the eye. Sorry.

Anyone else?

Any advice?

Yeah, I know. Empathy.
Even though she did try to kill me.

You and me both.

I'm getting a reading.

No, it's gone.

Just memories. Nothing living.
She's too far gone.

- What do we do now?
- Nothing we can do.

That's it. We're out of options.

There's always the knife.

When she killed all those people,
she always used the knife.

It's made out of the
same metal as the glove.

We've seen it before.
Metallic resonance.

Like, the glove works better if the knife's
part of the process, like closing a circuit.

- Then let's use it.
- Small detail.

The knife was used to kill people.
She's already dead.

All right, so we kill her again.

Ianto?

Life Knife.

Anything?

No, there was just a sort of
spark and then it was gone.

I'm sorry, Jack. You're gonna
have to do it properly.

What the hell.

- Suzie, listen, it's me.
- I've gotta go. I've gotta go.

- Look around you. Look at where you are.
- Can't stay. They know. I've gotta go!

Think. Try to remember.
Suzie! Suzie! Look at me!

Jack? Oh, my God.

- There's a knife in my chest. Did you kill me?
- You killed yourself, remember?

But... Oh, my God, I shot myself.

- We gotta ask you about Pilgrim.
- No.

- Wait a minute, didn't I kill you?
- Never mind that. We need names and details.

- Who's using the glove?
- I'm sorry.

Wouldn't you know it?
Gwen bloody Cooper.

Thirty seconds.

When you were in Pilgrim,
you gave the amnesia pill to a man - Max.

Do you remember?

What? You brought me all
the way back just for Max?

We need to find him.
Who is he? What's his surname?

He was just some loser...

- We're losing her.
- Stay here, damn you!

- Don't force it, Gwen.
- She's not getting away this time. Stay here.

- No!
- I told you to stop!

It's all right, it's all right, I've got her.
I've got her. Right. Here we go. Hold on.

Okay, pulse.

Yeah, she's all right.
We need to get her out of here.

- Can you come and give me a hand?
- It's the glove. I told you, they get hooked.

All right, don't make a fuss.
It's over now.

- Excuse me. I'm still counting.
- There's not much point. Suzie's dead.

No, according to the equipment,
she's just unconscious.

What the hell's going on?

Oh, my God. He's right.
She's alive.

Suzie's still alive. Look at her.
She's bloody breathing!

She can't be.

No. Still breathing.

No stopping her. She won't die.

One minute, thirty and counting.

How long has it been?

Three months.

When can I die?

I just want to go.

Can't you leave me alone?

You seem to be stuck.

But...

Am I gonna stay like this?

- For how long?
- Don't know.

- Can I see my father?
- No.

You wiped your records.
We had no trace of him.

- So he doesn't even know that I'm dead?
- Well, you're not any more.

This is sick.

You started it.

Right now, we've got an
investigation underway.

Pilgrim.

You visited these Pilgrim meetings,
gave an amnesia pill to someone called Max.

How do we find him?

What for? What did he do?
He was just an ordinary bloke.

We think the Retcon
triggered a psychosis.

He's started killing.

- How many victims?
- Three. Same as you.

We need to know,
how much Retcon did you give him?

Owen, hello.

You scared to face me?

- You frighten the shit out of me, yeah.
- What about Toshiko? Is she still here?

Yeah, she's here.
All the gang. Happy days.

But the amnesia pills,
how many did you give him?

One a week, every week,
for two years.

Christ! No wonder.

What the hell did you do that for?

I just... I wanted
someone to talk to.

About this place.
It was driving me mad.

And he was just... He listened,
that's all. He just listened.

Every week, as soon as I'd finished talking,
I'd give him the pill.

- You overdosed him.
- I didn't know that.

Keep getting it wrong, don't I?

Is that why you brought me back?
Did you think I wasn't guilty enough?

- What was his surname?
- I don't know.

All I ever did was talk about me.

It's all my fault, isn't it?

Never bloody stops being my fault.

Can't you just let me die?

You don't get off that easy.

Yeah, you did warn me
right at the beginning.

He said, "This is the one
job you can never quit."

Then let's get to work.

Come on, Suzie.

Just like the old days.
There's gotta be something.

Hold on, there's someone missing.

This girl came every week.

A student, blonde.

She's not in these photos.

- Who was she?
- Lucy.

Lucy Mackenzie.

- She said she worked at a club.
- Which one?

I'm tired.

Come on, Suzie. Which club?

For God's sake, this Max is killing
every single member of Pilgrim.

Now tell me. Lucy Mackenzie,
where did she work?

- Which club?
- Wolf.

The Wolf Bar.

Cover the exits.

Bloody hell. Like I didn't have
a banging headache already.

That's the glove, Gwen.
Gets inside your mind.

Yeah, all right, Suzie,
stop creeping me out.

Just tell us, any sign of
Max or this Lucy Mackenzie?

Nothing yet. Keep moving round.

Keep alert, people.
To repeat, Max is described as 40,

6' 3 ", 6'4", stocky, short dark hair,
tattoo down his left arm.

Narrows it down.

Can't even look at me, can you?

It's not like you to
be so judgmental.

Not like you to go
on a murder spree.

All right, so it drives
us mad, this job.

God knows I've done
some stupid stuff.

But now I've got to keep on working every
day in a job that's got a bit less honor

because of you.

Wait, I've got a match on that guy.

- Where is he?
- Northwest bar.

Show me.

Owen, get in closer.
Which one do you mean?

Wait, he's going over to the...

Hang on, wait. I've got a match on our girl,
Lucy Mackenzie, the student.

That's her. That's definitely her.

It's too late. He's going over.

Got the bastard.

What the...

That isn't him.

Gwen, behind you!

That one's for lanto.

Risen Mitten, Life Knife and
that old classic, stun gun.

Come on, let's get him out of here.

- You saved my life.
- Well, maybe I came back for a reason.

Okay, so your name is Max Tresillian.
Can you confirm that?

You live at 106 Endeavor Terrace,
is that right?

Parents Sandra and Dave, yeah?

You're inside the
Torchwood Facility.

And five, six... Keep watching.
Soon as we reach 10,

just stops dead.

If this is a drug-induced psychosis,
it's a very specific one.

Like he reacts to
the word Torchwood.

Thanks, Jack.

Sorry.

But if that's caused by Retcon, then we've
got a million more problems on the way.

Let me know what the scan says.

- What about Suzie? What you gonna do with her?
- No idea.

- What do you think?
- You're the boss.

Torchwood.

Can't you ask Jack? Just one favour.
I want to see my father.

- Tell us where he is. We could bring him in.
- I'm not letting him anywhere near Torchwood.

If he's still alive.

What's wrong with him?

Cancer.

All that waiting,
and then I go and die first.

I could contact him on your behalf.

And say what?

So tell me. Since I've been gone,
you enjoying it?

Yeah, it's...

Well, you know this place.
It's sort of...

It's mad, isn't it?

- Insane.
- Bloody nuts.

- Best job I ever had.
- Me, too.

- And the worst.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

Funny thing is you always imagine,
when you're dead,

"Oh, they're gonna
miss me at work."

Indispensable.

But look what happened.

I got replaced.

By someone better.

- You got that glove working better than I did.
- I just got lucky.

No, it's more than that.

The others, they prefer you.

- Don't say that.
- You got my job.

Almost like you planned it.

Except I didn't.

And I'm sorry, but I've got
my own function at Torchwood.

And I'm a lot more than
just a replacement.

Have you slept with Owen?

There you go.
Replaced me completely.

I had a boyfriend who used
to walk into rooms like that.

The grand entrance.
Got kind of boring.

Though he was one of twins,
so I put up with it.

Twin acrobats. Man, I gotta write that book.
Maybe even illustrate it.

You know, I can talk for a long time.
A very long time.

Takes me a while to
piece things together.

- Meaning?
- Suzie had the glove. You put her in charge of it.

But tell me, Jack,
did you ever ask about her father?

- How do you mean?
- He's got cancer.

He's been dying, slowly now, for years.
And what do you do?

You give his daughter the one device
that brings people back to life.

- Is it any wonder she got obsessed?
- Oh, so this is all my fault?

Well, isn't it?

Did you ever stop and think?

Did you...

Did you ever look at Suzie?

Did you ever think what that
glove would do to her? Did you?

Right from the start, you thought
Suzie's death was because of you

'cause it happened
when you arrived.

Then you brought her back to life, all the
way, because you wanted it so much. Okay?

We're both responsible.

- Now what the hell are we going to do with her?
- I don't know.

What if she never dies?
Have you thought of that?

Like undying forever,
just you and her.

- No way.
- Could be.

I wouldn't wish that on her.
I'd sooner kill her right now.

- Could you, though? Kill her?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

Jack, can you come to the
conference room for a sec?

Something I need you to see.
Kind of urgent.

I was going over Suzie and
Gwen's medical records.

I ran them through the Philemon Filter.
Watch the footage.

This is the moment when Gwen brought
back Mark Briscoe, the husband.

See?

Now look at his death. You see? The energy
flow stops just as he's about to die.

But have a look at Gwen with Suzie.

Whoa.

- What is that?
- Energy. Life.

But with Suzie, it's a permanent connection,
and she is getting stronger.

It's still going right now.

She is draining the
life out of Gwen.

There's always a price.

More coffee? Is that all you do?
Just leave me alone.

Have a biscuit, at least. Go on.

Just for me.

The wearer of the glove can bring somebody
back, but loses their own life in return.

- How do we stop it?
- We gotta kill her.

- Suzie's gotta die.
- Again?

- Who's gonna do it?
- Like you said,

I'm the boss.

Toshiko, where the hell's Suzie?
And where's Gwen?

- Interrogation Room.
- No, they're not.

Find them, fast!

I can't see them. Hold on, scanning.
Nope. Nothing on internal scans.

- What's going on? Where've they gone?
- Just keep looking. Bring up the SUV.

Still there. I'll try exteriors.
What about Gwen's car?

What's she doing?

- Getting herself fired.
- Unbelievable!

How stupid is that?
Thinking she could just drive off.

Come on, let's go get them.

What the hell?

Ianto? Ianto!

Captain.

- What happened?
- But I thought you must've done it.

- We've gone into lock down.
- Then reverse it.

I can't. It's 100%.

The doors are sealed.
We're locked in.

I'm taking you to see your
dad and that's it, okay?

Sorry.

I must be mad.

Jack's not stupid.
He's gonna catch us.

You never know. We might get lucky.

Everything's gone.

The computers, mobile coverage,
lifts, everything. We're sealed in.

- How long does Gwen have before she dies?
- Two hours, maybe less.

Come on, think! If Suzie set up
the lock down, how did she do it?

Entered an override?

No, she's officially dead.
The computer wouldn't give her access.

Then how did she do it?
What the hell did she do?

There's got to be an answer.

Suzie couldn't physically start the
lock down. Gwen wouldn't have let her.

- But there's no one else.
- Wait a minute.

We've got a guest.

"...stopped for me

"The carriage held but just
ourselves And Immortality

" Because I could not stop for
Death He kindly stopped for me"

What is that, a poem?

- I wonder. Emily Dickinson.
- But what does it mean?

It's a verbal trigger.

Say it out loud, maybe repeat it 100
times over and the Hub locks down.

But if that's part of the system, Suzie must've
installed a vocal command program way back.

Back when she was alive, yeah.

Max is just a Trojan horse.
Suzie planned this right from the start.

Do you see? Max, the Retcon, everything, it's
all been a hoax to get us to resurrect Suzie.

She gave Max a whole complex
of subconscious triggers.

Like, she dies,
Max becomes a time bomb.

He doesn't see her for three months and,
wham, the orders kick in.

He follows Suzie's program
and starts killing.

And the whole chain of events
forces us to bring Suzie back.

And then she escapes.

You gotta admit, that is not bad.
I'm picking her for my team.

If she could lock down the Hub, she must've
installed a way of reversing it, just in case.

Yeah.

Bit more color in your cheeks.

It's all thanks to you.

That night,

my last night on Earth,
so I thought,

before I shot myself,
I shot Jack right through the head.

I killed him, stone dead,
and then he just stood up and lived.

Am I right? Did that happen?

- Gwen?
- Yes, it did.

- So he can survive a bullet through the head?
- Yeah.

- How?
- I don't know.

He won't explain it properly. He said
something happened to him a while back.

He said...

He said he can't die.

Not ever.

And he makes judgments about
whether I'm allowed to live.

It's all very easy for
Captain Jack, isn't it?

- Do you ever wonder?
- What?

Who is he?

All the time.

I've got reception, sir.

How did you do that?
We're sealed off.

Just used the water
tower as a relay.

Nice work, lanto.

But who the hell do we phone?

Detective Swanson.

- Who is it?
- Torchwood.

Better not be wasting my time.

As a matter of fact, I was wondering
if you could do us a favour.

What, the humble police
helping the mighty Torchwood?

Why don't you just help
yourselves like you normally do?

Because we can't.

Why's that?

We're sort of busy.

Well, I'm busy, too.
Try someone else.

No, no, no, it's just because we can't,
at the moment, because we're sort of stuck.

- In what way?
- We're locked in.

- You're locked in?
- Just a bit.

- Locked in where?
- In our own base.

- You're locked inside your own base?
- And it's not funny.

And how am I supposed
to help you, exactly?

We need a book of poetry.

It's not funny.

Oh, God, driving at night.

Oh, my God.

I don't know this one.

Oh, it's ancient.

My mum used to sing this.

When I was a kid.

All those years ago.

Before I died.

All right, Captain Jack,
just say that one more time.

Nice and clear.

We're locked in our base
and we can't get out.

Okay, you've had your fun.

Now, listen, Detective Swanson,
one of our team is in danger.

All right, you lot, back to work.

Okay, I've got it.

The Complete Poems.
It's gonna cost you 20 quid.

- What does the book say?
- I don't know. What am I supposed to do?

Find "I could not stop for Death".

- Read out the next verse.
- What if it doesn't work?

- Read out the whole book.
- It's gonna be a long night.

Thanks.

Tired?

I'm fine.

I don't want you falling
asleep at the wheel.

- One corpse is enough for this car, thanks.
- Don't say that.

- What?
- Corpse.

- 'Cause you're not.
- But what am I, then?

I don't know.
You're just not, though.

When you're dead...

I mean, when you die, what happens?

- What do you want me to say?
- The truth.

- Really?
- Tell me.

- You religious, or...
- Just sort of in passing, you know.

- Do you believe in heaven?
- I don't know.

Yes, you do. What do you believe?

It's stupid,
but I always sort of think,

like, you know,
white light and all that.

And I think of my gran.

Like she'll be there,
waiting for me.

The smell of carbolic.

Your faith never
left primary school.

- So what's out there?
- Nothing.

Just nothing.

But...

But if there's nothing,
what's the point of it all?

This is.

Driving through the dark.
All this stupid, tiny stuff.

We're just animals howling in the
night 'cause it's better than silence.

I used to think about Torchwood, all those
aliens coming to Earth. What the hell for?

But it's just instinct. They come
here 'cause there's life, that's all.

Moths around a flame.

Creatures clinging
together in the cold.

- So when you die, it's just...
- Darkness.

And you're all alone?
There's no one else?

- I didn't say that.
- What do you mean?

Why do you think I'm so
desperate to come back?

There's something out there...
in the dark

and it's moving.

" Parting is all we know of
heaven And all we need of hell"

No, try another.

"Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed"

Christ, she was a bundle of laughs.

"Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed"

- No.
- Wait a minute, just had a thought.

If words cause the lock down,
maybe numbers reverse it. Try the ISBN.

Every book's got a
different number.

- You getting this?
- Yeah. Hang on, I'm looking.

- Read it out.
- The keyboards aren't working.

But the membrane underneath
might just recognise the code.

Okay, got it.

- ISBN...
- 019...

- 8600...
- 585.

That's it! Everybody move,
move, move!

- Kathy, thank you.
- Pleasure.

I've got the tracker on Gwen's car. It's a
hospital. Giving you the coordinates now.

On the way. How long has she got?

It's only a guess,
but I'd give Gwen about 40 minutes.

Kathy, I want the road ahead clear.
I'm gonna break the speed limit big time.

All units, give Torchwood priority.
Repeat, give Torchwood priority.

Suzie, I don't...

I'm not...

Oh, my God, this headache! It's...

What's happening to me?

Sorry, Gwen.

You're getting shot
in the head. Slowly.

And believe me, it hurts.

Almost better.

Completely gone soon.

No, no, no.

Dad?

It's me, Dad.

Wake up.

Dad, it's Suzie.

Hello, Dad.

Goodbye.

What are you doing?

That's worth coming back for.
Sending him into the dark.

Just what the bastard deserves.

They're moving again. Can't predict
a specific destination, not yet.

Keep feeding it through.
We're catching up.

- Hello?
- Did you like the poem, Jack?

Suzie, don't let her die.

- The glove is killing Gwen and keeping you alive.
- I know.

Then stop.

But I get to live.
Why would I stop?

- For Gwen's sake.
- But she replaced me,

and now I'm doing the same to her.
Isn't that fair?

Suzie, we've got a tracker on that car.
We're gonna catch up.

I promise.

And what happens then?

If she's dead, then I'm gonna
kill you, Suzie Costello.

I promise.

I'm gonna kill you for
the last and final time.

But would you, when there's
a part of her that's now me?

Could you really do that if I'm
the only thing left of her?

Why are you doing this?

Because life is all, Jack.

You should know.

I'd do anything to stay. Anything.

Suzie, please, just stop.

She's a real find, this one.

Gwen Cooper.

She's better than me.

She's so much better.

I was never any good.

Jack, I'm sorry.

Suzie!

Jack, she's heading for
the coastline on the B587.

It's a place called Hedley Point. There's some sort
of ferry goes out to the islands. Get a move on.

- Owen, how long we got?
- Minutes.

It's beautiful, Gwen.

Can you see?

We'll take the ferry,
go out as far as we can.

Keep on running, 'cause he won't hurt us.
We'll keep on going, you and me.

I'm sorry.

Have you gone? Gwen?

Can you hear me?

Gwen?

Poor Gwen Cooper.

Safe journey.

- Let her go.
- I can't.

- Let Gwen go.
- I can't!

Owen, how is she?

- Owen! Report!
- I think we're too late.

- If I kill you, does she live?
- But you can't, Jack. 'Cause look at me.

I'm the last thing left of Gwen Cooper.
Can't you see it?

- Just the smallest bit of her?
- Not one bit.

- Owen, anything?
- Nothing.

- But I broke the connection.
- Nothing.

- I killed you.
- I can't die.

Never gonna die.

How much more of this do you want?

It's all your fault, Jack.

You recruited me.

The glove. Tosh, destroy the glove.
It's keeping them connected.

Ianto, Armaments, Code 5.

"Captain! My captain!"

Do you want to know a secret?

There's something moving in the
dark and it's coming, Jack Harkness.

It's coming for you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. Relax.

- Thanks for doing this.
- Part of my job, sir.

No, I should be doing it, but...

One day we're gonna
run out of space.

If you're interested,
I've still got that stopwatch.

So?

Well, think about it.

Lots of things you can
do with a stopwatch.

Oh, yeah. I can think of a few.

- There's quite a list.
- I'll send the others home early.

See you in my office in 10.

That's 10 minutes and counting.

Oh, Jack?

What do you want me to say
on the death certificate?

- Good question.
- She had quite a few deaths, in the end.

I don't know.

Death by Torchwood.

I'll put a lock on the door,
just in case she goes walking again.

Nah, no chance of that.

The resurrection days
are over, thank God.

Oh, I wouldn't be too sure.

That's the thing about gloves, sir.
They come in pairs.

Excuse me. Am I dead?

Something's happened.
We need to talk to you.

Did he walk into
"oncoming traffic"?

I am in heaven.

Are you sure it's my Eugene?

Listen to this. Eugene had an
alien eye in his collection.

- He sold it online.
- A Dogon Sixth Eye?

Maybe.

I just feel that there's
something going on.

I don't want this to end.

I love you.