Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 3, Episode 2 - Children of Earth: Day Two - full transcript

We are coming.

Every single child in the whole
wide world is speaking English.

-We are coming.
-And one man.

-We are coming.
-You're pregnant.

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

He is going to love that.

We are coming.

This morning it woke up.
Transmitting on the 456.

It's a transmission,
a pulse, a broadcast.

We are coming.

You never tell me anything these days.



-Dad died, that was it.
-He is very handsome.

You're kidding me? Really, though?

We are coming.

It might be best if certain...historical
events were taken off the record.

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

CHILDREN: We are coming.

-There's a bomb inside your stomach.
-We are coming.

-Stop it!
-We are coming.

John!

-I can survive anything.
-We are coming...back.

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

(GROANING)

(GASPING MUFFLED)

(ALARMS BLARING)



(COUGHING AND GASPING)

(ALARMS MUFFLED)

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, you can't go
back there, love.

No, no, no, it's too dangerous.

They're my friends,
I've got to get them out.

My friends are in there!

-My friends!
-Get her to the ambulance.

Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

No!

Hold her down!
Control said no survivors.

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(MOBILE RINGING)

-Sorry, I've got to take this.
-Work?

-After what just happened?
-Because of it.

They're okay now. Get yourselves to bed,
girls, and don't worry.

Hello?

Target one's eliminated. Two and three
have escaped, but we're in pursuit.

-What went wrong?
-They got lucky, but they won't get far.

We can't have witnesses.

Call me when you've got them.
And make it quick.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Off to bed.

I've got the translations.

Instructions.

Specifications for something
they want us to build.

And we haven't got much time
to do it in.

When they can communicate like this,
this kind of detail,

-why do the thing with the children?
-Because they can.

And because they want to scare us.

Who do you work for?

Who do you work for?

-The NHS?
-(SHOUTING) Who do you work for?

You tried to kill me.
My friends, my friends could be dead,

so don't think I won't use this.

The government.
I'm working for the government.

-I just follow orders, that's all.
-We're on the same side.

(MAN GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Why would the government
want to destroy Torchwood?

Why?

I just do as I'm told.
I'm just following orders, that's all.

(SIREN PASSING)

(RADIO CRACKLING)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Jackson, keep the police back.

You, come with me.

If she's anti-terrorist,
I would not mind being uncle terrorist.

Get some backup. Two escaped suspects.

Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper.
Armed and dangerous.

I know Gwen Cooper.

She's an ex-police officer,
she's not a terrorist.

Haven't you got tape to tie?

Fine, I'm just saying. You're barking up
the wrong tree, that's all.

(SIGHS) I want their homes raided.

Gwen Cooper is not a terrorist.

You must know where she lives.

(SNORING)

(EXCLAIMS)

-Get up! Now. We got to go.
-Bloody hell, Gwen.

Get up, get dressed.
We got to get out of here.

-What's going on like?
-Listen. Someone is trying to kill me,

and if they're after me,
they're gonna come after you.

-Now, get up and get dressed.
-What?

-Faster, Rhys, faster. Faster!
-All right, all right, all right.

Down to the bottom, take a left.

I mean, shouldn't there be
some sort of briefing first?

Like a risk assessment?

Not that Gwen's a risk.

-Rhys, car keys?
-Try the top of the fridge, I think.

I've tried on top of the bloody fridge,
man. Come on, come on!

If you left the keys in the same place
all the time,

we wouldn't have to go through this
time and time again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what you doing?

-Packing.
-You're not gonna have time to read.

And they can trace us with that.

Well, I don't know, I've not
gone into hiding before, have I?

So, you lot are some sort of specialists
from London, am I right?

I mean, I totally respect that,
really I do. But sometimes,

there's no substitute for a little bit
of local knowledge, and let me tell you,

Gwen will be absolutely no bother.

I mean, we're not going in there
all guns blazing, are we?

-How far is it?
-Two minutes.

(GUNS COCKING)

Come on, come on.

(PHONE RINGING)

Whoa! Rhys, Rhys!

-Hello?
-Jesus Christ, Rhys...

-It's Ianto, all right?
-For Christ's sake, man.

-Ianto, you okay?
-Yeah.

-Have you heard from Jack?
-No. No, I haven't.

Sorry, hang on.
Do you think he survived?

He usually does.

IANTO: Who was it? Any idea?

Well, I had a run-in with one of them.
Said he was working for the government.

That doesn't make sense.

How did they get close enough
to plant it inside him, Ianto?

It was him and that Dr Rupesh guy.

He was shot and killed at the hospital
earlier tonight.

It must have been then.

-Oh, here. Let's go.
-Oh, take the bag, get the car ready.

Um, where should we meet, Ianto?

Your phone, your phone could be bugged.

Uh, right.

Remember the last time
we had ice cream together?

-No.
-Yeah, you do. After the grand slam?

I don't like ice cream,
it gives me a headache.

(CAR HONKING)

I've got to go.

(RHYS HONKING HORN)

Gwen!

Go!

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Now do you believe she's a terrorist?

She shot the wheels. What kind of
terrorist shoots your wheels?

-Hmm?
-A clever one.

Right. I think we made it.

-Let's go.
-What? What?

Can't we just take a minute, just to...

Number plate recognition.
They can trace us, we need to ditch it.

It's a brand new car, Gwen.

It's no good to us now, okay?
We need to keep moving.

But wouldn't it be better
if we gave ourselves up?

You know, tell somebody
what happened like?

When I know what's happened,
I'll tell someone.

Until then, we're going underground.

-Well, let me carry the bag.
-What?

You want your trigger finger free,
don't ya?

Yeah.

(CRASHING)

(GASPING)

We're looking for Ianto Jones.

MAN: Don't move. Don't move!

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

We're looking for Ianto Jones.

You're not going to find him in my bed,
will you?

I'm a married man.

MAN ON TV: ...were being used by
the government

as a means of distracting attention

away from matters of
international concern.

What?

-Keep your phones on today.
-Why?

-I want to be able to speak to you.
-Since when?

-Since we were possessed by the devil.
-FROBISHER: I'm serious.

If they go off during a lesson,
we can't get them back till Friday.

Keep them on mute.

Every suspicious phone call,
every mystery meeting,

every time you come home late,

you hide behind
the Official Secrets Act.

-And I put up with it.
-Don't start on this, not now.

I accept it. But this is different.

When it affects my kids, in my house...

-There is nothing to worry about.
-I saw how scared you were last night.

I know.
It's frightening to see it first-hand.

But there's no lasting damage,
it's quickly over.

This isn't a hula hoop craze.

It happened to Brian and Wendy's kids
and they live in Canada.

You don't think this is over
any more than I do.

Just make sure
they keep their phones on

and don't let them
come home on their own.

I'm off now, girls.

-I'll see you.
-Goodbye kisses. It must be serious.

If you could get out of bed
at a proper time,

you'd get plenty of kisses.
Have a good day.

-Dad?
-What?

-We want a pony.
-We want a pony.

(CHANTING IN MONOTONE)
We want a pony. We want a pony.

See? Nothing to worry about.

MAN ON TV: Latest headlines.
Further reports are coming in

about the explosion
in Cardiff last night.

No organisation has yet claimed
responsibility for the explosion,

which went off in the Bay area
of the city.

-Isn't that where Uncle Jack lives?
-It's a big place, Cardiff, shh.

...with only two people
reported missing. Although 1 7 people...

WOMAN ON TV: Residents of Cardiff
are reacting with shock and outrage.

The entire Bay area
has been closed off...

-Morning.
-Morning.

...and witnesses say the effects
of the explosion last night

could be felt five miles away.

No one can say for sure why this area

was the site of
such an unexpected attack.

And the Prime Minister's office
have refused to speculate

until more details are known.

Fortunately, the timing of
the device last night...

FROBISHER: As you know,
Harkness is a difficult man to kill.

Current theories suggest that
his longevity is connected in some way

to the Torchwood Hub,

which necessitated
taking out the entire operation.

Well, he can't still be alive
after that.

As I said, awaiting results.

What about these specifications
from the 456?

I could barely understand
a word of them.

Nor me. But I'm told
the translations are excellent.

And they've started work.

Dekker's called in
the damage control team,

they're working as fast as they can.

Early reports are looking,
well, let's say promising.

Can we see it?

They'll be ready to show
us work in progress by 1 600 hours.

(SIGHS) We're building something
and we don't even know what it is?

Can I ask,

did the 456 contact any other country?

Intel's been listening.

No chatter on the wires.
Seems like it's only Britain.

And how long can we keep it secret?

Given the children's last statement,
''We are coming back.''

That's what everyone seems to be asking.
When were they here before?

Yes.

-Well, if that's everything...
-Sir.

Sir, I just, um...

I just, um, wanted to say
how grateful I am, sir.

-What for?
-Well,

I know that I'm something
of a middle man in these affairs

but I just wanted to thank you
for trusting me with the responsibility.

All I've done is put you
on the front line.

That's what the front line's for, John.
First to fall.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

MAN: Come on, get the gases turned off.

Bring the equipment down here, quickly.

Hold on, stop. I got something.

Hello? If you can hear me,
clench your hand.

It's not a body. It's just the arm.

(MOBILE RINGING)

MAN: Come on.

(MOBILE RINGING)

This is Jack Harkness, leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

It's me. Call me, when you get a chance.

CHILD: Mum, there's no toothpaste.

-Everything okay?
-Yeah.

They're expecting us, the car's waiting.

Well, come on, then.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hello?

We thought there was a body,

but we've got an arm, a shoulder
and the remains of a head.

-It's almost a waste of a body bag.
-Is it Harkness?

Presumably.

Take them to Ashton Down,
keep them under surveillance.

Sorry, sir. I couldn't help hearing.

That name, Harkness,
is that Captain Jack Harkness?

From Torchwood?

Only, he was trying
to contact you yesterday.

I did mark it in the log.
Said he could help.

Not now, he can't.

Well, are you sure?
He was very insistent.

He told me his team were the experts

at dealing with things
like the children thing.

He told you that, over the phone?

-Yes.
-He always was an arrogant sod.

So, he can't help?

He's not really the expert?

That bomb in Cardiff last night,
he was the one at the centre of it,

and it tore him to shreds.

Does that mean whoever's behind
the bomb is behind the children thing?

Like they wanted him out of the way
or something?

Lois, your job.

You don't overhear phone calls,
you speak when you're spoken to, okay?

Sorry.

That's it, thank you.

Thanks, mate.

It'll be from Uncle Ianto.

Shh. We're probably bugged.

JOHNNY: Innocent kids,
fast asleep at home.

And a gang of uniformed thugs
break in and point guns at their head?

It's no wonder they're traumatised.

It's no wonder our poor David
pissed the bed.

-I didn't.
-Yeah, you big baby.

It's the police state to blame.

And I'm gonna rinse the bastards
for every penny they got.

Oh, shut up, Johnny.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

What's he done?

-Why's he bringing it to our door?
-Hey, hey.

We're the only family he's got.

Put it in here.

(MOBILE RINGING)

RHYS: Come on, come on.

(RHYS SIGHING)

-No, they've frozen mine as well.
-Shit!

What now? How are we gonna manage
without money, Gwen?

We need to get to London.

-London?
-Mmm-hmm.

Everything's dearer in London.

That's where all the decisions are made.

Whoever wants us dead,
that's where they'll be.

Right, so where we should be is
John O'Groats?

I need to speak to people, but I haven't
got anybody's numbers any more.

So we've got to go there, okay?
We've got to go.

These things are all linked up.
Soon as we put your card in,

bells start ringing somewhere. Come on.

-Any change?
-No, complete waste of time.

The body next door, Rupesh Patanjali.

London wants to know if
it's okay to release him to the family.

Zip it open.

(WITH DISGUST) Ah!

It was a bag of bits when it came in.
And I asked you to keep an eye on it.

Get it out of that thing
and cuff it to the wall.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hello?

The good news is
we don't have to wait for the DNA tests.

This is definitely Jack Harkness.

And what's the bad news?

His Lazarus qualities
remain undiminished.

Jesus Christ!

If he can survive that,
what can't he survive?

I haven't got time
to worry about this, Johnson.

I've got more important things
in my in-tray.

What about Cooper and Jones?

No sign of him yet. We've had a sighting
of her at a Cardiff ATM.

We need that whole team
out of the way by tonight. Get it done.

Wait out here.

Now, me, I use an electronic seal, see?

Even the driver doesn't know the code.

So no one gets in
until it reaches its destination.

-With this clown...
-You sure he's going to London?

I don't question how you
defend the world

against extraterrestrial infiltration,

don't you question my knowledge
of the hauling industry, right?

-Sorry.
-It's a small company, Gwen.

Cardiff to London, piss poor security

and best of all, guaranteed food cargo.
I'm absolutely bloody starving.

The smell from Tony's
is driving me crackers.

There is food,
I can't fault you on that.

I got the smell of bacon in my nostrils

and I'm looking at
a lorry-load of raw spuds.

RHYS: It mightn't not only be spuds.
There might be other things at the back.

Come on, here we go.

Right.

Have you got your pen knife?

Rhys, you're not eating
uncooked potatoes.

No, we need it to cut our way out.

(ENGINE STARTING)

What kind of snoops are you, then,
dibble or dole?

-Don't know what you're talking about.
-Ah, so you're perverts, then?

MAN: Don't know what
you're talking about, mate.

Everyone, look, we got a couple of
paedos on the estate.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Come on!

MAN: Charlie-Uniform-5.

WOMAN: We have observations
in place, yes.

(SCREAMING)

He'd have been better off staying dead.

Oh, God, this is uncomfortable.

Bloody torture, man.

How are you, love?

My best friend's belly had a bomb
go off in it last night.

Someone's been trying
to kill us ever since.

I'm travelling at 70 miles an hour

on top of a bed of potatoes
and I think I'm going to be sick.

Travel sick, is it?

When have you ever known
me to be travel sick?

Well, when have you ever
travelled like this?

On an empty stomach.

(RHYS SIGHING)

What?

What?

You know some announcements
you rehearse in your head?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, and this wasn't

-quite what I had in mind.
-What you mean, announcements?

-Oh, God, no?
-Yes.

-Oh, bloody hell, no?
-Yes.

Oh, come here.

Oh, my God. Oh, I don't believe it.

Hang on.

The bomb, the guns, the car chase,
the hiding from the law.

God, what am I like, letting you
do all that in your condition?

-Well, you carried my bag.
-Gwen, I'm serious.

-This changes everything.
-No, no, it doesn't.

We're up the same creek
and we still need a paddle.

Yeah, but three of us in the boat.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Hey.

-Oh, my God. What happened to you?
-I'm not sure yet.

I wasn't followed. Sit down.

You worked out my little code, then?

Dad didn't break your leg
on purpose, you know.

He pushed me too hard. He always did.

Well, you should've held on tighter.

-Seriously, how'd you get in that state?
-A bomb.

It was meant for me
and the people I work with.

My God, why?

-I don't know.
-What sort of civil servants are you?

Unappreciated ones.

Are they okay? The people you work with?

I don't know. Gwen's alive.

I've just no way of contacting her.

I'm not sure about Jack.

Is he your boss?

The one Susan saw you with?

He'll be okay.
They won't get rid of him that easy.

I just need to find him.

(CHILDREN'S CHATTER STOPS)

-If it's a boy...
-Mmm.

-Edward.
-Edward?

Yeah. After the king.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(LORRY HONKING)

DRIVER: Go on, out of the way!

Move, come on!

We are coming tomorrow.

We are coming tomorrow.

We are coming tomorrow.

BRIDGET: Okay, I'll tell him.

-It's happened again.
-Shit.

-What did they say?
-''We are coming tomorrow.''

We are coming tomorrow.

We are coming tomorrow.

We are coming tomorrow.

We are coming tomorrow.

-We are coming tomorrow.
-This has something to do with it.

It must do.

When they tried to blow us up,
this is what we were working on.

We are coming tomorrow.

(ALL GIGGLING AND CHATTERING)

-Tomorrow?
-Over and over again.

-Are you sure?
-Positive.

Oh, can you smell that?

(SNIFFING) Oh...

They're coming!

Ah, I can smell them. They're coming!

Tomorrow, and they'll be here.

Hey, hey, hello.

-What did it feel like?
-Leave her alone. Go away!

-They said the same thing here.
-Piss off, you perv.

Yeah, okay, bye.

It happened to David and Mica.

What is it? What is it?

I don't know. But this is what we do.
We deal with things like this.

So deal with it. Stop it.

-I need to find Jack. Give me that.
-How will this help?

I took the number of the van
they put him in.

You can track any vehicle
with the right computer programs.

-Really?
-Yeah. Give me the car keys.

Oh, Johnny'll do his nut!

Please, we've got no time to spare.

A ''thank you'' would be nice.

Look, I'm sorry, I've got to go.
Thanks for all this.

Be careful!

LOIS: Hold the line, please.

BRIDGET: Hello, I'll put you on hold,
if that's all right

Mr Frobisher will be back in a moment.

I'll have to put you on hold.

WOMAN ON TV: ''We are coming tomorrow. ''
Repeated in total, 38 times.

Hello? I'm sorry. It's a bit hectic here
at the moment with the children thing...

And reports from all around the world
confirm that every single child

said the same thing,
from France to South Africa.

Give me the name, and I'll look into it
and get back to you.

Get my daughters on the phone.

Ring the school office if you have to.
Drag them out of their lessons.

I want to speak to them.
Then get me the Prime Minister.

There's a call waiting, sir.

-Take a message.
-It's the Home Secretary.

-And your wife wants you to call her.
-Okay.

The United Nations has yet
to make a statement...

Hello, John Frobisher's office.

Can I speak to Mr Frobisher, please?

He's not available at the moment.
Can I take a message?

It's Gwen Cooper from Torchwood.

I need to see him urgently.
Can you set up a meeting?

Um, I'm not sure.

-Just put me straight through, then.
-He's very busy.

-Yeah. He would be. Who is this?
-Lois. Lois Habiba.

What happened to Bridget Spears?

She's on another line.

-Do you know what Torchwood is, Lois?
-Yes.

Then you should know that right now,
you lot need us.

The whole world needs us.

We can help.
But someone's trying to kill us,

someone who claims to be
working for the government.

Why would the government want to
kill people who can help?

Yeah, exactly. That's what I have to
find out. That's why I need to see him.

Look, I know all this sounds mad.
You have to believe me.

I do. I do believe you.

Hold the line, please.

Call my wife, I'm in a meeting
with the PM. I'll ring as soon as I can.

-I'm putting the school through.
-Ah.

-If you're tracing this call...
-I'm not.

So you can set up a meeting, then?

Lilly, is Holly there?
They're both all right.

-You're sure?
-Yes.

The Prime Minister's on his way.
He'll be there in 1 0 minutes.

Okay, thanks. Ring ahead.
Let them know we're coming.

-Right.
-Simon, I'm going back to Thames House.

-Can you trust this guy?
-He's our man in the government.

If we can't, we really are in trouble.

Gwen, we really are in trouble.

Yeah, we've got to
trust someone, Rhys, okay?

-Hi. I'm Lois.
-Where's Frobisher?

-He's not coming.
-Why not?

My God, this is probably
the worst mistake of my life.

I've read your files.

Some of the stuff you've done,
you're like unsung national heroes.

Listen, I don't do autographs
and I don't want to be rude.

But why am I taking to you
and not your boss?

Because if he knew you were here,
you'd be dead.

He gave the order to have
Jack Harkness killed.

You sure?

I've seen it with my own eyes.

We really are in trouble.

-Do you know a Captain Andrew Staines?
-No.

-A Colonel Michael Sanders? Ellen Hunt?
-No.

They're all dead.

They were killed on the same day
as Jack Harkness.

I didn't sign the Official Secrets Act
to cover up murder.

But then, I didn't take the job
to commit treason on my second day.

-What am I doing here?
-You tell me, Lois.

If you're the bad guys,
why doesn't it say that on your file?

And if you're the good guys,
who am I working for?

And why do they want you dead?

Listen, this is a lot to talk about.

And we're going to arouse suspicion.

And we haven't ordered.

When we went on the run,
we didn't have any money, see.

And we put the last of the coins
in the phone box to get through to you.

So, is there any chance you could...

Thank you.

Oh, great. Thanks. That's magic.

I'll have a steak pie
and chips and a cup of tea.

-Yeah.
-Just a latte for me.

Okay. Won't be a second.
I'll leave you to it.

Thanks, we owe you one, a big one.

Everyone in the office seems to think
what's happening with the kids

is all to do with aliens.

And that they'll be here tomorrow.

And there's something big being built
on the top floor of the MI5 building.

-Okay, what do you mean ''something''?
-I don't know.

But it's like they're getting ready.

And if you lot, Torchwood,
if you're the alien experts,

and they really are coming tomorrow,

why does Mr Frobisher want you
out of the way all of a sudden?

I've no idea, but I'm going to find out.

Can you tell me anything about
Jack Harkness or Ianto Jones?

Jones is missing.

I've been told Captain Harkness is dead.

-Well, that can't be true.
-Well, that's what I thought.

I overheard Mr Frobisher say
to keep him under surveillance.

I mean, why do that to a dead person?

(JACK SHOUTING)

JACK: Come on! Who's the genius
behind the camera?

Come on, come on, take your bow.

Show yourself. Face me like a man!

I'm not a man.

Who are you?

What's all this about?

Apparently you can't die. So it would be
foolish to tell you anything.

But I will say this,
if I can't kill you,

I can contain you.

(SCREAMING)

JACK: Nooo!

GWEN: Do you know
where they're keeping him?

I've got a floor plan in my bag.

-Steak pie and chips twice?
-Oh, thank you.

It's a... It's a military compound.

Are you sure?

That's where Mr Frobisher
told them to take him.

-Salt?
-Thanks.

This is brilliant work, Lois.

Can you... Oh.

Only problem is, how do we get inside?

Well, um,

Mr Frobisher's just authorised
the release of a body from Ashton Down.

This is Rupesh Patanjali.

They must have thought he was one of us.

Well, the undertaker's name is
Richard Rossiter,

and he's got an appointment
to pick him up at 5:30 today.

And I was thinking,
access to a funeral director

would be easier than access
to a secure military compound.

So, he'd have to pass through here
sometime between

5:00 and 5:1 5 to get to Ashton Down
for 5:30.

And there'd be no witnesses.

The name of the contact at the compound
is a Corporal Camara.

His number's on there
and he'll be expecting you. Sugar?

I'm a PA, it's what I do.

When this is all over
and you want a job, come see me.

(MUFFLED MOANING)

I'm sorry.

I don't suppose you'd believe it,

but this is all
in the national interest.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING)

-Prime Minister.
-We're ready?

Let's go.

Have they sent us
any further information?

Not since they sent us the designs
for this thing.

I've got two radio operators
working round the clock.

They're sending out continuous messages
on the 456 wavelength,

but we're getting nothing back.

Carry on, don't mind me.
What's the latest from Jodrell Bank?

-Any signs of their approach?
-No, but then there wasn't last time.

What's that for?

It's for them.

Uh, hi. Um, we're here
to pick up a body.

5:30 appointment to Corporal Camara.

Kodak's dead?
When did that happen?

No, he's the contact.
The name of the deceased is Patanjali.

-Rupesh Patanjali.
-Jesus!

Shit meself, then. He owes me money.

-I'm sorry.
-I'll have to look in the back.

Kodak, got a couple of body snatchers
down at the gate for you.

-Over.
-Okay, let them in. Over.

RHYS: We're not going to
get away with this.

You really shouldn't be here, Rhys.

Oh, I shouldn't? Hello?

If Jack needs carrying,
you're gonna need me here.

See that fire exit?
Do you want to back up to that?

Save you having to
wheel him round the block.

Okay.

CORPORAL CAMARA:
So there's an upside to this place

being turned into a mortuary
all of a sudden.

So you don't get many bodies, then?

Not usually.
But we've got in three at the moment.

-Do I know you?
-No, I don't think so.

You don't look like an undertaker.

If more undertakers looked like you,

there'd be more of a demand
for bereavement.

Ooh, hang on. Just going to
open the fire door for your mate.

Corporal Camara, west corridor.

Just opening the fire door
for the body snatchers, okay?

Okay.

She's shy, isn't she?

Just prefer the company of dead people.

-She's seeing anyone?
-She's married.

Married and pregnant.
You can forget it, mate, right?

-You're a couple, aren't ya?
-Mmm-hmm.

No offence,
can't blame a man for trying.

-You wanna check this is the right one?
-Yeah.

-Corporal Camara?
-Yeah?

Everything okay?
The camera's not working.

Yeah, just checking the paperwork.
No problem.

Come on, come on.

What's going on down there?
I've lost two cameras now.

Faster. Come on, come on.

(ALARM BLARING)

Intruders, two of, west corridor.
Intruders, two of, west corridor.

Move it, Rhys, out of the way.

What the hell is that?

Move! Move! Move! Positions!

We have to surrender.

I'd lay down your weapons if I were you.

You're as trapped and helpless
as the man in the concrete cell.

Put the guns down!

Okay.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

-Run, run!
-Positions, positions, come on!

Come on, get on.

Ah, Ianto. You took your time.

The roof's collapsing. Come on!

-Go!
-Move it!

Take your positions.

Go after them, all of you!

-They're gonna catch up.
-Rhys, get out and move that truck.

Hold on tight.

Move, Rhys!

Come on!

We've got a problem.

Cooper and Jones stalled us
at a roadblock.

How did that happen?

I'm sorry, there's a chopper on the way.
But they've got a head start on us now.

If he talks we're in deep, deep shit.

I'll have to call you back.

RHYS: Where the hell
are you taking us, Ianto?

What are we doing?

You'll see in a moment.
Get the car started.

We've only got a few minutes, come on.

Come on, come on.

(GASPING)

-Told you I'd be back.
-With a little help from us.

-What the hell's going on?
-Don't know yet.

But the latest from the kids is
that it's happening tomorrow.

Just in time, then.

Get in the car.
Come on, we've got work to do.

REPORTER: The United Nations has issued
a statement asking parents...

REPORTER 2: The question still remains
why every child in the world

is giving their statements
in the English language.

REPORTER: ...no theories as to why
or how the children...

REPORTER 3: Our focus now,
is on tomorrow.

With every child in the world claiming
that tomorrow is the day,

the world is left wondering.

Mr Frobisher, sir.

Seals locked and...

-release.
-Sir.

As per the 456 instructions.

A combination of 25percent nitrosyl chloride,

22percent hydrogen chloride, 20percent nitrogen,
1 2percent fluorine,

9percent hydrogen cyanide,
6percent acetone, 6percent phosgene.

In short, poison.

I'd hold onto your nose, Bridget.

Though come to think of it,
you've been doing that for years.

-And that's what they breathe?
-Breathe? Eat? Fart?

-(CHUCKLES) We know nothing about them.
-Excuse me.

If we know the composition of that gas,

can't we work out what sort of creature
could live inside it?

Could do.
If we had all the time in the world.

So they arrive, and then what?

The whole room's laid out
according to 456 instructions.

Something of
an ambassadorial suite, I'd say.

Or a throne room. Who knows?

Maybe a slaughterhouse.

But if they arrive tomorrow, then how?

How do they arrive inside that?

No idea.

Who else knows about this?

Well, for all we know,

they've sent the same instructions
to every country in the world.

We've said nothing.

Maybe everyone else
is keeping quiet, too.

Oh, I don't think so. Whoever they are,
they're coming for Britain.

-But why?
-Exactly.

Why is that, Mr Frobisher?

John Frobisher's a good man.
And better than that, he's expendable.

If anybody finds out what I'm doing,
it's treason.

You're the only friend
we've got left, Lois.

CHILDREN: We are coming.

We are coming.

It's them, it's all of them. The kids.

CHILDREN: We are here.