Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 3, Episode 1 - Children of Earth: Day One - full transcript

Come on, Tyler. Tyler, just stop it.

I haven't got time to muck around.

Tyler! All right, I'll just leave
you there. Is that what you want?

If I just leave you?
In the middle of town?

We're going to be late.

Suzette! Stop it, you're just looking silly,
d'you want other people to see you, looking silly?.

If he gives you any more trouble,
your dad's going to punch his face in.

I'll punch his bloody mother.
Have you got that, David?

I've booked the car for 7.30, but I
might have to leave it on standby.

If Baxter starts talking, he never
stops, so I can't guarantee what time.

I'll tell you what, I'll send you
a text when I'm on the motorway.



Steven! if you leave the front door
open, those cats are going to get in.

Darling, don't just stand there,
you're gonna be late.

Steven.

Steven?

Stop playing games!
Get out of the way!

Oi! I said bloody shift, man!

David? Are you listening to me?

Mica? Oi, you two! Look at me!

See ya then!

And you can shut up an' all, you were the
one crying, you were like a baby, I seen you.

Was not. Was. Was not.

You two, you're gonna be late.
We're going! Look!

I'm going round to
Polly's later, see ya, bye!

What? You are pushing it,
you are, young man. Come on!



All right, Glyn? What's occurring?

I've been watching the bay.

No sea monsters. Ah, still early.

Anyone in?

You two having shenanigans
in the dark? Jack?

Morning.

Clear! And again! Charging 200.
Clear!

I think we should call it,
everyone agree?

OK. Time of death, 09.17.

Sally, I can leave it with you,
yeah? I'll go and tell them.

I'm sorry.

We did everything we could,

but he didn't make it.
Oh, that's a shame.

Very sad. Poor old Mr Williams.
Very sad indeed.

There'll have to be an autopsy,
but I'd say his heart gave out.

Brave old heart.

You were neighbours, is that right?

We live next door.

He's got no family to speak of.

All on his own. We'd just keep an
eye on him, y'know.

Well, I'm sure he appreciated it.

If only there were more like
you two in the world.

I know it's an imposition, but with
us being such good neighbours...

Can we see the body?

Bless him. God rest his soul.

Say, d'you think we could, er...?
Just on our own, um...

Course you can.

Just come and find me,
once you're done.

And I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.

He thought we were together.
Like a couple. He said, "You two. "

The way he said it, huh. "You two. "

Well, we are. Does it matter?

I dunno, it's all a bit
new to me, that's all.

Laser saw. Thank you.

Tongs. Tongs.

Almost...

.. got it.

Sorry, one more...

There! What?

Now, look at it, that's not human, is
it, does that look human? No, it does not.

It's just a hitchhiker he
picked up, it didn't kill him.

Some say they're positively
beneficial, they release endorphins.

He died a happy man.
And I've got Tupperware.

And we're very considerate,
we don't leave any mess.

Thank you very much.
We'll just get out of your way.

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Whatever it was, that was mutilation,
I should report you. Then why don't you?

But that thing, what the
hell was it, that hitchhiker?

Try putting it into a report.

You're Torchwood?
Never heard of 'em.

There are bodies going missing!

How many?

This whole city talks about you.

What bodies, where?

It started two months ago.

Bodies, taken down to the mortuary,
then the records just stop.

Five of them. Five in two months.

And none of them white.

One of West Indian decent, one
African, three Chinese, all male.

What was your name again? Rupesh.

Rupesh Patanjali.

What d'you think? NHS.

Yeah. Too much red tape.
Sorry. But good luck with it!

Don't! Look, wait a minute!

Oh, Christ. Good morning, sir.
Morning. Morning to you, too.

Colonel Oduya for you, sir.
Unscheduled.

I'd remind you, you've got the
Category Meeting at quarter past.

You'd better come through.
Thank you.

I'm late!

I'm sorry! Oh, my God, I'm really,
really sorry! Good morning.

Bridget Spears. Lois Habiba.

Right. This will be your desk.

Just tell me it's something small.

Tell me it's a... It's a meteorite!

Or a shadow on the moon.

Just for once, tell me it's easy.

Might be nothing, sir.

But it's my job to inform the Government,
even if it turns out to be a false alarm.

Then what is it?

Children, sir. It's the children.

You are gonna get us killed!

No, you get killed, not me. You'd
die like a dog, like an ugly dog!

Oi, Chuckle Brothers.
I found something.

I want a check on St Helen's Hospital
morgue. There's a computer, do it yourself.

I've got reports this morning of
17 traffic accidents,

happening across the country, from
Glasgow to St Ives. Is that above average?

Well, they all occurred between 8.40 and 8.41. 17 road
traffic accidents happening in exactly the same minute?

Every single one of
them involving children.

That'll be the school run. All of
them were just standing in the road.

Not crossing the road, just standing.

I saw it myself, Jack.
Two kids on Market Street.

Well, they just stopped.

But the accidents are
just one part of a picture.

Because every other child stopped at
the same time. And not just in Britain.

Same reports from France.

15 road traffic accidents.

All timed around 9.40. They're an
hour ahead, so it was simultaneous.

All involving children? Yup. Hold
on. Cross-referencing. Here we go.

Reports coming in, RTAs in Norway.

Sweden. Denmark. Luxembourg.

Germany.

India. Egypt.

Guyana.

Spain. Portugal. Bosnia. Tokyo.

Singapore. At 8.40 GMT,
most of America was asleep,

but even there, we're
beginning to get reports.

I think we can assume
it's all of them, sir.

As far as we can tell, at 8.40 this morning,
every single child in the world stopped.

Seen anything like this before, Jack?

No way. Kids?

Until we receive further information, we
don't know if it's extraterrestrial in origin.

Though the United Nations has taken UNIT up
to yellow alert, just in case. Bloody hell.

And Colonel Mace?
How is he getting on? He's fine.

Wouldn't mind a post in Vancouver myself.
Wonderful countryside, so they say.

Nice for some.

Sorry. My name's Lois, Lois Habiba.

Just started today. I'm helping out Miss Spears
while they introduce the new computer system.

Thank you.

All done. What's his uniform?
That's not British Army, is it?

If you could start transferring
the names and addresses.

You have two
daughters, is that right?

Yeah. Maybe I should get them home
from school. I'd be careful, sir.

I wouldn't do anything
to draw any attention.

Right now, this thing's random
enough to go unnoticed,

and if anyone files a news report,
we'll be crushing it.

But, so far, we're the only ones with the
software clever enough to piece this all together.

Well, us and Torchwood.

D'you want me to talk to them?

They're a pain in the backside,
but they can be helpful.

We're on to them, right now.

OK, find out anything,
let me know immediately.

Of all the times for Martha Jones to
go on holiday. I get Sergeant Grunt.

I'm talking to a sergeant! Don't you
dare phone her, she's on her honeymoon.

What did they say? UNIT base in Washington
has run some tests on a couple of kids.

Brain scans, blood sugar,
checking for radiation. Nothing.

You were right! He's back!

Ha! Ha! I said so!

Who's back?

What's he doing? Waiting. Just like
you said. He's been there 20 minutes.

Persistent. Good sign.

Dogmatic. Always a plus.

Oh, Christ, never work with
a couple - you two talk like twins!

Now tell me who he is.

Rupesh Patanjali. He saw the hitchhiker,
he's the bodies-going-missing man.

Dr Patanjali.

We need a doctor.

You let just him follow you?

Ask about Torchwood, and most
people point towards the Bay. Oh.

You bastards, that's exactly what
you did to me the first time we met!

Well, sod that, I'm promoting
myself to recruitment officer!

She's calling us a couple now.

What's your problem?

Just saying.
I hate the word "couple".

Me too.

Hey.

Rupesh, isn't it? Yeah.

Gwen Cooper.

I'm Torchwood.

Three of the bodies were Chinese?

Were they related? No, one was 27-years-old
and the other two were in their 50s.

But not from the same family.

Bit odd, though, statistically.

In a city this small.

That's what I thought. Mind you.

Nothing compared to that hitchhiker.

Freak you out?
Oh, yeah! Yeah, me too.

Apparently, anyone could have one.

Don't! I know! This place!

Ever since I moved here,
it's just weird.

Where you from then?

Me? I'm from Chesterfield.

Came down here, 18 months back.

Enjoying it? Very much, yeah.

I bet it doesn't pay you much though.
Not at first. Could be worse.

Torchwood's paid by the Crown.

First pay cheque, I almost fell over.
Had to hide it from my boyfriend.

I was buying clothes, had
to stash them under the bed.

What's it like, inside Torchwood,
I mean, what do you do?

Why are you so interested? Well.

From what I've heard,

it sounds... I dunno.

Exciting? I suppose. Glamorous?

No, more, sort of...

The thing is, we've all seen it now,
the past few years. Alien life.

Even though half the
world's still denying it.

For me...

OK.

It's the suicides.

The past few years, suicide rates have
doubled, and that's ever since the first alien.

My first case,
my first death, was a suicide.

D'you know why she did it?

Cos she'd written all these letters, she'd been a
Christian all her life, and then alien life appears.

She wrote this bit, she said,
"It's like science has won. "

Lost her faith.

More than that.

She said she saw her
place in the universe,

and it was tiny.

She died because
she thought she was nothing.

I went through that.

Even now, I get terrified.

But at the same time,

it is brilliant, and beautiful,

and completely bloody magic.

It's bigger, y'know? It's like...

It's like the whole
wide world is bigger.

My life is bigger.

Shit!

Sasha, love, I haven't got time.
I've got to be in work.

Jack! Get up here!
It's happening again! The children!

They're doing it again!

Are you all right? We're fine, she's
just playing a game. OK.

Now come on, sweetheart,
people are staring at you!

Sasha, stop it.

What's she doing? I don't know!

Sasha! Stop it! Please help her!
There's another one!

It's all right,
it's all right, I'm a doctor.

We. We. We.

We. We. We. We.

We. We. Whoa!

We are. We are. We are. We are.

We are. We are coming.

We are coming. Oh, my God!

We are coming.
We are coming. We are coming.

Who's got children? Find me
a kid, find me a bloody kid, now!

He won't stop, he keeps
saying the same thing,

over and over.
We are coming. We are coming.

We are coming. We are coming.

We are coming.

We are coming. Sasha, please,
my God!

Who are you? Who's coming?

Come on then.

Why is that man filming us?

Are we gonna be on telly?

You all right?

They've found me.

Gwen, I'll get on to
the Home Office.

This has gone public. They're gonna need
us. Whoa! Where'd you think you're going?

Um. I dunno. I could help.

Doing what? You're bleeping.

Shit, yeah, sorry. Whole city's coming to
a standstill, they're gonna need you in A&E.

We'll get back to you, I promise. What's
in there? Big science-fiction superbase.

Honestly! See ya.

I'm sorry, we've got no comment.
Can we leave it for now?

I'm sorry, he's not
seeing anyone at the moment.

The Home Secretary's demanding
information, sir...

No, I'm sorry I don't know
who that is. I'm new.

Anyone else, just tell them
no, Bridget. No more calls.

I'll have to abandon the press
list, can you set up an autoreply?

You'll have to get into my account,
that's the username, spears,

password Hastings, capital H, rest
of it lower case. Right.

Bridget, I want to see Mr Frobisher.

Will you excuse me, please.

Sir? I said, no-one.

Mr Dekker, sir.

Four, five, six.

I warned you.

Tell him it's Captain Jack
Harkness, he'll take the call.

I'm sorry, I can't. If you
could just leave your number or...

'Tell him it's Torchwood. '

Right, and how do you spell that?

You work for the Home Office
and you've never heard of Torchwood?

I'm new. Started today.

Just what I need!

Sorry. Not your fault.

You picked a hell of a day.

'Just tell him Torchwood,
W- O-O-D.'

We might be able to help, OK?

What was your name?
Lois, Lois Habiba.

Good luck to you, Lois Habiba.

Right. Too many people here...

Been a while since we
had visitors down here.

Thought you'd forgotten about us.

It's hardly the glamorous side
of Thames House, my little domain.

We converted the readings
onto digital, years ago,

but I kept the original equipment.

Call it nostalgia.

Then this morning it woke up.

8.40, and again at 10.30,
transmitting on the 456.

Just five seconds in duration.

But that's enough. What's it saying?

Well, I think it's a burst of
compressed information.

I'm running it through the
translators, might take a while.

But the point is,

the 456 was open.

But why would they change?

That's your job, to find out.

I'll have to tell the Prime Minister.

Elected officials?!

They just come and go. The 456 was here
before him, it'll be here long after he's gone.

And so will we.

The Civil Service, John,
the cockroaches of government.

Have you got kids?

Too busy working.

Turns out to be a Godsend.

So I think it's a transmission,
a pulse, a broadcast.

Like the Mosquito alarm - the
one that only kids can hear.

Unique to prepubescents. Maybe testosterone
interferes with the signal, and oestrogen...

Oh, no, no, no, hold on. We're being dumbos,
we're missing the bleedin' obvious here, look.

Recorded in Taiwan.
The point being, anyone?

We are coming. We are coming.

It's English. They're speaking English.
Exactly! And all the footage is the same.

So every single child in the whole wide
world is speaking English, so why's that?

I guess if you scanned the Earth from the outside,
you'd register English as the dominant language.

That would be Chinese
- Mandarin. There's a billion people speaking Mandarin.

That's three times more than
English. Oh, my God. What?

OK, ready? So every single child in
the world is talking in unison, yeah?

Yeah. Yup.
Every single child... And one man.

We are coming. We are coming.

What the hell? Who's he?

Name's Timothy White. He's a patient in a psychiatric
ward at the Duke Of York Hospital, East Grinstead.

How did you get this footage?
Staff e-mailed it to the police.

But every police force is swamped with mums and dads
going absolutely mental, so it's just waiting in line.

I reckon no-one else has
noticed him yet. East Grinstead.

That's what, two hours? I'm on it!

'I know I promised, shut up.
Change of plan. '

Oh, s'all right, I thought
you'd be busy. "We are coming!"

Eh, but what's it like?
The estate agent hasn't turned up.

Fair dos, she's probably got kids.
So, what do you think's causing it?

I can't say. Top secret.

You haven't got a clue, have you?
No idea.

Tell you what, it looks nice from the outside. I
reckon we could knock ten grand off the asking price.

Three bedrooms.

One could be a nursery.

Oh, stop it! One day!

You can adopt a Filipino and get her to clean
the chimneys. I was thinking though, right?

Those kids went off at 8.40, when everyone's on
their way to school, then at 10.30, that's break time.

It's like it was timed. So you'd get maximum
kids out in the open, visible to everyone.

Suppose. Yeah, but that means
it's timed around Britain.

Specific British hours, yeah?

It might be worldwide, but I reckon
someone's looking right at us.

That's brilliant. That is brilliant,
you're not bad, you, are you?

I'm bloody superb.
Oh, my God, Severn Bridge!

I'm going into England!
Farewell forever!

Good luck! Have you got currency? Yes,
and I've had my injections! See ya!

Lunch time.

This place should be
buzzing with kids.

Everyone's taken them home.
We need a child.

Cos we need to test
those frequencies.

Find the right frequency, and we can
find out who's transmitting.

Where d'you get a child, though?

I could find you lasers and
weevils and hitchhikers.

But kids...

See you later.

Where are you going?

Now who's a couple?

When I was a kid, it was the bomb.

Iron Curtain. Reds under the bed.

It was all so bloody simple.

Now it comes raining
down from the skies.

Made of metal,

stinking green and God knows what.

I find myself running a
country under siege from above.

What d'you recommend that we do?

You tell me. Given that this
is now worldwide, Prime Minister,

it might be best if certain

historical events were taken
off the record.

So Britain gets a clean sheet?
Yes, sir.

How do we know if these... what do we
call them?

The 456. They never gave a name.

We just called them the 456
after the frequency allocation.

Then how do we know that the
456 will keep quiet? We don't.

All we can do is hope
to cover ourselves.

You'll have to issue a Blank Page.

No.

Then, what do we do?

I'm not having my name on this.

You never told me.
I was never a part of it.

I never knew.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Then I take it that that

leaves the Blank Page with me?

Just don't tell me about it.

Tell her it's in the bottom drawer,
I put them there yesterday, yeah?

Oh, I thought so.

Good to see you.

How's things? Terrifying.

Uncle Jack!

Steven! Hey, soldier, how you doing?

I was talking like an alien!
Everyone was! It was brilliant!

You'd better come in.

Only me. Oh, bloody hell.

We must be in trouble.

Or is it Christmas? How are they?

Yeah, it was a bit of a scare.

I brought them home, just in case.

I reckon it's that group hysteria thing, like
when lots of girls all faint at the same time.

Did you say thanks to your uncle?
I did.

David! Your Uncle lanto's here!

I was thinking.
I missed Mica's birthday.

I thought I could take her
to McDonald's.

That's all of ?3.95, you big spender.

All right, cinema.
Yeah, that'd be nice.

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mica?

I thought maybe this afternoon.
No chance. What about Saturday?

I'm kind of busy on Saturday. You're a civil servant,
they don't work weekends. They invented weekends.

And I'm not having her going out, not
today, not with all that voice thing.

I want 'em where I can see them. But
she'll be with me. She's staying put.

Right. Fine. Just an idea.

I won't bother you.

Oh, that's it, is it?
You're just gonna go now?

Oh, sit down, you daft sod. I've
got some of that spinach dip.

And you and me, well,

we've got things to talk about.

What things? You've been seen.

They said on the news that we should send them
back to school tomorrow. D'you think it's safe?

Well, I don't know
any more than you.

Oh, come on.

I don't.

Any word from Joe?

In Italy.

With her.

They finally got married.

But he, er...

He phones every now and then,

and sends Steven postcards.

Remembers his birthday.

There are worse fathers.

How are you off for money?

Don't worry about that.
You give me enough.

Kind of easy, writing cheques, huh?

Alice, you're the one
who asked me to stay away.

I'd come round here every week,
if you wanted me to.

Every day.

Yeah.

I just can't stand it, Dad.

I look older than you do
and it's never gonna stop.

I get older and older
and you stay the same.

One day, you're gonna be
standing at my funeral.

Looking just like you did when
you were standing at Mum's.

No wonder she was so furious.
You make us feel old.

Actually, I found a grey hair.

Oh!

Well, that is the end of the world.

You ever gonna tell him?

What do I say?
That you're his grandfather?

He's too young to notice, right now. That I
don't age. But one day, he's gonna realise.

And that's another reason
for you to stay away.

I suppose.

I could make the most of it while
he's still young. Take him out.

Buy him stuff.

Me and him, sort of thing.

You mean today?
While I'm here, may as well.

You bastard. Something happens to kids, and
you want to spend time with him on the same day.

You are not experimenting
on that boy, Dad. Not ever.

That's why I want you to
stay away, because you're dangerous.

Dr Patanjali. You were paging me?

Rupesh! Captain Jack Harkness.

You've got a children's ward,
haven't you? I need a kid.

Susan on the corner was in town
and it was her anniversary,

so they went to that posh French place
by the memorial, and there was you.

So...?

There was you, having dinner
with a man. So?

Having dinner, with a man,
in a restaurant.

So? You have dinner with Tina.
Not in town.

Susan said he was gorgeous.

Like a film star.

Like an escort.

He's my boss.
She said it was intimate.

I said, "Well, he's had girlfriends,"

and she said, "Well, no girl was getting
her feet round that table, no chance. "

Have you gone bender?
Mica's hearing this.

She's not bothered.
Her friend Sian's got two mothers.

Go on.

You never tell me
anything these days.

Dad died, that was it, you were off.

You couldn't wait.

Like I did something wrong.

I didn't, did I?

It's not that.

It's my job, it's difficult, it's...

He is very handsome. No!
Now stop it. You're kidding me!

Really, though?

Really?

Christ almighty!

He's nice, though? Is he?

Is he? Oh, my God.

I mean, since when?

It's weird,

it's just different.

It's not... men.

It's just him.

It's only him.

And I don't even
know what it is, really.

So... So I'm not broadcasting it.

Oh, no, honest, I won't say.

If you want it kept quiet, I swear,
I won't say a word, I promise.

Aye aye, gay boy, she says
you're taking it up the arse.

Mica, will you get off that thing.

Thanks. How've you been then,
you smart bastard?

Eh, whose car is that outside,
is that you? Black thing?

That's the company car. You want
to watch it on this estate, boy.

No, it's fine,
it's got a triple-deadlock.

Oh, aye, sounds like it.

Oh!

But it's got a triple
deadlock, they can't have!

They drive round the block, then
they come back for a lap of honour.

The victory parade! We should phone
the police. It's more fun this way.

Right, here they come! Get ready!

Yay! David! Get inside! Now!

That's my car! I'm not telling you again, get
inside. I'll take your computer off you, get in.

That's my car.

Timothy White. 52 years old.
He's been with us three months.

But he's got a history of being
in and out of care all his life.

Timothy White's.
My mum used to shop there.

If he's got a different name,
he's never said.

He spent 40 years living in Leeds,
that's where he first came on record.

Found homeless, living on
the streets, at the age of 11.

11, bloody hell.

No-one ever reported him missing.

Apparently though, he did have
a Scottish accent, back then.

Gone now,

but he was a long way lost.

Can you remember the voice?

You said, "We are coming. "

Can you remember why?

D'you know what I think it was?

Aliens.

There's no such thing.
Those days are gone.

I don't mean to scare you, because you're perfectly
safe, but I think aliens are using you to speak.

What d'you think?

No such thing. Isn't it, isn't it?
I've met aliens.

It's part of my job.

But I'm not the authorities,
or the police, or the army.

So anything you say

is just between me and you.

And I will believe you.

Give me your hand.

You're telling the truth.

How can you tell? I can smell it.

You've... met them?

Dozens of them.

Still not safe.

Isn't it, isn't it?
They're watching.

Well, I can do something about that.

Shh, shh.

What's that thing?

The technical name is a gizmo.

Isn't it?

I think you've seen aliens too.

What's your name?

What's your REAL name?

When did you last say your name?

Never. Then tell me. I was a kid.

What happened?

They took us out.

In the night. In the dark.

Isn't it? Isn't it?

They told us, they said we were
going to a new home.

Who did, who said?

The staff. A care home?

They drove us
away for miles and miles.

They were there.

In the sky. What did they look like?

Light.

The light...

.. took them.

Took who? My friends. But not you?

I ran.

There was something,
there was people, there was..

Isn't it, isn't it,
isn't it, isn't it?

You're all right,

you're safe. OK?

You're safe now.

But they're coming back.

I've been smelling them for months.

In the air.

Long time coming.

Tim, I can help. Look at me.

I can help.

If kids went missing, something's got
to be written down and I will find it.

But to do that,
I need to know your name.

I was Clem.

Clement MacDonald.

Hi, Clem.

Hi.

Where were you from?

It was somewhere in Scotland,
do you remember?

Holly Tree. Holly Tree,
is that a town, or a place, or...?

The Holly Tree. Is that where it
happened? Clem? What was the Holly Tree?

What was the Holly Tree?

You're pregnant.

Sorry?

Yes, you are. No, I don't think so.

Yes. I can smell it. Three weeks.

Oh... Bloody hell,
I've been running.

That camera's gone off,
it just went dead!

Still. No harm done, eh?

Everything all right?
Yes. I'm fine, thank you.

Right, well,
I think you've had long enough.

Time for your meds, isn't it, Tim?
If you don't mind. No.

Congratulations.

lanto, I need a search on Clement
MacDonald, could be M-C or M-A-C,

and try the words "Holly Tree" and Scotland.
We're looking at the 1960s, got that?

Yeah. Then try the words Timothy White, with the
option of Timothy White's, apostrophe S, like the shop.

I lost the car.

Yeah, and if you find anything, let me know,
don't wait for me to get back. Kids nicked it.

Yeah, I'll see you later.

I've got a red flag on a Torchwood intercept,
the name Clement MacDonald, can you trace it?

Roger, Ashton, control
initiating trace now.

You'll find the names under 456.

And what d'you want me to do?

I promise, we can zap these kid's memories
so they won't remember, no side effects.

There's been another death.

Mr Chow Lee Jee, Chinese again.

He came in with a nosebleed
that wouldn't stop.

Next thing you know, it's been diagnosed
as a brain haemorrhage, he died at 16.25.

Sorry, he's with me.
Dr Patanjali, A&E.

We just need
to check Mr Chow Lee Jee.

Well, he hasn't gone missing.
I can see that.

Need to run a toxicology scan.

Not on the NHS,
we've got much better equipment.

Pupil's blown, that corresponds with a brain
haemorrhage, though it could be induced artificially.

No sign of trauma to the skin,
apart from bruising, but...

Get them in.

Seal off the area.

The name Clement MacDonald hasn't been
active for 44 years, but here he is.

Torchwood's found him under
the name of Timothy White.

That's way beyond coincidence.
Bring him in.

Who changed the plan?
I spent months researching that.

And they believed me!

Perfect infiltration, I thought you wanted me
inside Torchwood to see what they've got in there.

Who killed the Chinese man?

I did, I had to, it was perfect
timing, he just fitted the story.

Then get off your high horse, yeah?

Any sign yet?

Not so far.

D'you think it's true?

What they say about him?

He was dead.

Now he's dead again. And we'll
keep killing him till he's ready.

Get him prepared. Yes, Ma'am.

How the hell does he do it?

No-one knows. Theory would suggest
it's connected to the Torchwood Hub.

That Rift thing.
Which makes the whole place a target.

What changed the orders?

The children.

Seal him up. Closing down.

Everybody out!

Put him back where he was.

He'll wonder where I've gone.
How do we cover that?

How d'you mean?

Well, he's gonna try and trace me.

You're not disappearing.
Yeah, but I've got to, he's gonna...

Sides!

Oh, no.

Result! There was a Holly Tree Lodge
just outside Arbroath.

It's a hotel now, but, up until 1965, it was a
state-run orphanage. And they had a Clement MacDonald!

He was taken into care,
April 1965, after his mother died.

No father on record. In November 1965,
he was transferred, along with... Oh.

Over to control. Harkness now
approaching door one, over.

He's inside! We don't know how deep
that place goes. Give it five. Over.

We need damage control
at St Helen's. One body.

Dr Rupesh Patanjali.
Shot in the back. What happened?

I don't know. He was just
left there right beside me.

Like someone's gloating.

Did they kill you? Yeah.

Maybe we're being targeted. Whether it was him
or me, we should be careful, better tell Gwen.

She's back, she's in the lab. Gwen!

Boy, have I had a day.

Oh, my God. Is that...?

How long? Three weeks.

That's good, isn't it?

From where I'm standing it...

looks good to me.

Yeah.

Bloody hell.

It's brilliant!

lanto! We're having a baby!

Have you told Rhys?
I've only just found out myself.

Oh, you told me before you
told him, he is gonna love that.

Congratulations.

Would now be a good time to tell
you I lost the car? You did what?!

That is so bloody spectacular!

But what about this place,
and my job?

We'll manage. We always do.

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God.

There's a bomb,
there's a bomb inside your stomach.

Get out, both of you.

It has a blast radius of one mile! Right now! Look
there must be something we can do. We can stop it.

We can fix this OK, we can rip it out
of you. I'm telling you. Get out!

It's active. Two minutes!
I can't just run, Jack.

You're pregnant.

We are coming.
We are coming. John! John!

We are coming. We are coming.

We are coming. We are coming.
We are coming. We are coming.

lanto, you're going to get
locked inside.

'Torchwood - lockdown. '

lanto! We can override the
mechanism. For God's sake, get out!

There'll be nothing left of you!
I can survive anything.

'Torchwood - lockdown. '

'Torchwood - lockdown. '

I'll come back. I always do.

Stop it, Stephen. Stop it.
We are coming. Stop it!

We are coming. We are coming.
We are coming. Stop it! Stop it!

We are coming. We are coming.

We are coming... back.

What's going on, like?

Someone is trying to kill me. If
they're after me, they'll come after you.

Call me when you've got them.
And get them quick. Gwen!

It's all to do with aliens and they'll
be here tomorrow. We are coming.

And why do they want you dead?

We're building something and we don't
even know what it is? It's for them.