Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 3, Episode 4 - Children of Earth: Day Four - full transcript

ALL: We are coming. We are coming.

-Where's the camera?
-In my eyes.

When you wear these,
they'll transmit a picture back to us

and we can see what's going on.

More than that,
we've got lip-reading software.

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

Gran always said there'd be trouble.

Did you know that he's got a daughter?

And now, Alice Carter's got a child
of her own, his grandson.

Bring her in.

ALL: We are here.



But what do you want?

We want ten percent
of the children of this world.

They want to take them,
like they did before, like the man did.

You were there?

1 965, I gave them 1 2 children.

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

This is the location they specified.

A set of instructions coming through
on a wavelength combination

-designated 456.
-Did they give a name?

All we've got is that number, 456.

According to our alien friends,

in four months' time
the virus will mutate.

It's a brand new strain
of Indonesian flu.

They claim it could kill
up to 25 million people.



All our research seems
to back up their figures.

In 1 91 8, the Spanish flu outbreak killed

something like five percent
of the human race.

I know. I was there.

Well, this time we're
being offered a cure.

They'll send the antivirus in exchange.

-How many children do they want?
-1 2.

It's like the sacrifice
to the ancient gods.

1 2 virgins.

Just 1 2?

Sounds like a good deal.
What do they want them for?

-They say they'll live forever.
-(SCOFFING) Yeah.

Sure.

Why do you need me?

Well, assuming 1 2 children can be found,
then we need someone to deliver them.

What, in case the aliens are hostile?
You need someone who can't die?

Actually, we need someone
who doesn't care.

1 965, I gave them 1 2 children.

You just handed them over
and hoped for the best?

You just come with Uncle Jack.

We're gonna go on an adventure, yeah?

(CHATTERING, INDISTINCT)

Everyone off.

Here we go.

All right, children, you follow me.

An adventure.

Okay, children, walk into the light.
Do as I say.

What's in there? What is it?

Just go.

Safe, though, isn't it?

Yeah.

It's safe.

Keep going.

You don't want to be left out, do you?

-Everyone okay?
-Yes, sir.

(RADIO STATIC HUMMING)

The information's coming
through now on the 456.

It's the antivirus,
just as they promised.

-Good night's work.
-Maybe the gods were kind.

Maybe they are in paradise.

No such thing.

You are in every nightmare

-I've ever had.
-I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Gwen!

-Okay, so... Give me the gun, Clem.
-Stay away!

GWEN: Come on.

-You're on his side.
-Give it to me.

-And he's on their side.
-Okay, it's over now.

-You're all involved.
-Let him go. He's dangerous, man.

-I'm not dangerous!
-We know.

We know you're not.

We know that.

But that's a lie. Isn't it? Isn't it?

We both know it.

I killed a man.

I am dangerous.

Can I take that?

There we are.

But it wasn't my fault.

There is something up there.
They do want children.

That man held my hand

and took me to them.

(GASPING)

This is normal, okay?
This is what he does.

I told you he was going to be okay.

-No! No!
-Come on. Clem?

-Clem!
-No! No!

GWEN: He's all right, Clem!

(CLEM STAMMERING)

It's too much.

You get to shoot first

and ask questions later.
How good is that?

This is too much.

Isn't it? Isn't it?

Watch your head.

Can't believe you didn't
mention this before.

They didn't speak
through kids back then.

I didn't recognise the signs at first.

That's not what I meant.

They're coming back.

The man who sent me
and my friends to die

can't die himself.

This is to do with Uncle Jack, isn't it?

It's a mistake. We'll be out soon.

-Will he get us out?
-Yeah.

In here.

He doesn't know
Harkness is his grandfather?

No.

I suppose it would take some explaining
when Mum looks older than Grandad.

I can only assume that you're holding
me here as insurance against my father.

But let me warn you, if you've
angered him, then God help you.

This from the woman who spent
her life running away from him.

And why do you think I did that?

A man who can't die
has got nothing to fear.

So you watch it and you keep watching.

It was a protection racket.
You must have known they'd be back.

-I knew it was a possibility.
-You still gave them the payoff?

JACK: We had no choice.

Why us?

You wouldn't be missed.

I can see that.

All this time,
the one consolation I had was

the deal seemed to work.

RHYS: It worked for 44 years.

-That's not a bad breathing space.
-Why was I left behind?

What's wrong with me?

We know they only want
pre-pubescent kids.

Maybe it's got something
to do with that.

Maybe you were just on the cusp
of puberty, not quite adult,

-not quite child.
-Saved by your hormones.

COMPUTER: Everyone follow us, please.
Thank you.

Is this still recording, Ianto?
I need every second of this.

Yeah.

Hello again.
Before we consider your request,

I have been asked
for a point of clarification.

Before we even discuss your...
your request...

COMPUTER: We need to know

exactly what it is that
you intend to do with the children.

THE 456: Somebody is watching.

Some remnant.

It knows I'm here.

(THE 456 SCREECHING)

It knows!

-''Somebody is watching.''
-I told you, it knows. Turn it off.

It's talking about the other camera.
It doesn't know about us. Shh.

COMPUTER: The Prime Minister,
the leader of the United Kingdom...

...is watching through this camera here.

And he needs to know
what would happen to our children

if we were to hand them over to you.

THE 456: It is...off the record?

Yes.

THE 456: Come in.

''Come in.''

In there?

With your camera.

Come in.

It's hiding something.

-Right. Is that okay? Yeah?
-Mmm-hmm.

Now, you'll be able to hear us
and we can hear anything you say.

Okay, hand me a mouthpiece.

There you go.

Don't take it off until the light
in the airlock goes green.

-Okay?
-Yes, sir.

Camera.

I'll be monitoring you throughout.

-Good luck.
-Thank you, ma'am.

(AIRLOCK CLOSING)

(HEARTRATE MONITOR BEEPING)

DEKKER: Air content stabilised.

(BEEPING SPEEDS UP)

-I'm getting three heartbeats.
-It's got three heads.

TECHNICIAN: No, there's...

There's three distinct
forms of life in there.

Get closer.

(HISSES)

(CAMERAMAN PANTING)

No, no, no, no, no!

Is that a child?

Where'd it get him from?

GWEN: He's one of the kids from 1 965.

He's still just a child.

Do you think he knows?

Is he conscious?

(STAMMERING) What's happening?

It's Lois. She's crying.

What have you done to him?

FROBISHER: Get him out of there!
Get him out!

Get him out!

THE 456: It would ensure the smooth
running of diplo-diplomatic relations...

John, get me out of here!

(SPEEDING UP) ...between Earth and
the 456-456-456-456

if that previous encounter was kept
off the record-off the record...

What's it saying?
That's John Frobisher's voice.

What's off the record?

-(SLOWING) It's private-private...
-Get it off!

(VERY SLOWLY) ...private...

(GASPING)

This is unacceptable.

We do not harm the children.

They feel no pain.

''We do not harm the children.
They feel no pain.

''They live long beyond their years.''

Well, that's okay, then.

But we still don't know.
What does it do with them?

What does it want them for?

Bit late to ask now.

''We have answered your question.

''You have one day
to select and deliver your ten percent.''

And if we refuse?

We will wipe out your entire species.

Am I to understand

this country has had dealings
with these creatures before?

Apparently so.

I would point out I was
only a child myself in 1 965.

Nonetheless, you made
the decision only this week, sir,

to keep those previous
negotiations secret?

It could be said
that perhaps it was, uh,

convenient, for the moment,
until further consideration.

You will give us all files
on 1 965 immediately.

And the United Nations will decide what
measures to take against you, Mr Green.

This must have been eating away at you.

Why didn't you tell me?

-I could have helped.
-No, you couldn't.

I tell you everything.

Yeah? So, tell me,
what should I have done?

Stood up to them.

The Jack I know would have
stood up to them.

I've only just scraped
the surface, haven't I?

Ianto, that's all there is.

No. You pretend that's all there is.

I've lived a long time.
I have done a lot of things.

I've gotta go. I won't be long.

IANTO: You're doing it again.

Speak to me, Jack.

Where are you going?

To call Frobisher.
I can't make the call from here

'cause they'll be able to trace it.
Is that okay?

You're the boss.

And just so you know,
I have a daughter called Alice,

and a grandson called Steven and
Frobisher took them hostage yesterday.

You two should get
a couple of hours' sleep while you can.

So should you.

(MOBILE RINGING)

It's Harkness. Ring Ashton Down,
see if you can get a trace on it.

Strong coffee, loads of.

-Hello?
-Have you thought about what I said?

-Bit busy, to be honest.
-Let me put this right.

Release my family
and we can work together.

Give yourself up
and they won't be harmed.

-JACK: I wish I could believe that.
-You can.

JACK: You've spoken to the 456,
haven't you?

-They want more children.
-What makes you think that?

-They're onto it now.
-Doesn't take a genius.

With them so going public this time,
I think they want a lot more.

Millions, even.

If I have to stop you, then I'll tell
the world what's really going on.

There's too much at stake not to.

Lost him.
I'll try the Echelon satellite data.

It's gonna take some time.

They'll let us know
when they get a location.

He'll be gone by then.

Why don't you get your head
down on the couch for an hour?

Sorry.
Um, the Prime Minister wants to see you.

Take notes. Facilitate. Generally
make sure it all runs smoothly.

The most important thing is
to blend into the background.

No one should know we're there.

Cabinet office briefing room A. COBRA.

Where all the emergency
planning takes place.

Gold Command meeting's about to start.

They'll sell us out,
just like they did last time.

I'm sorry to hear about your family,
by the way.

We'll get them out.

-I know we will.
-Ladies and gentlemen,

it's been decided
we're going to make the 456 an offer.

A realistic number,
something we can manage,

-and then we see what happens.
-You mean we're going to haggle?

What about the military option?

ODUYA: There's nothing
to take action against.

Evidently, the 456 must have some
sort of base of operations in orbit,

but our satellites are showing nothing.

Whatever's up there,
it's beyond our technology.

There's a target sat in Thames House.

ODUYA: Taking that out would be
a declaration of war.

A war we can't win.

That's why I've invited
John to address Gold Command.

In terms of managing the figures,
what could we offer and get away with?

-We need to know...
-Isn't it, isn't it?

It's happening again.

My God, they're really gonna do this.

Look, it won't just be Britain, will it?

The idea is that every country makes
a camouflageable contribution.

Can you pass me the FAS file, please?

SAS? Oh, now you're talking.

Right, well, um...

For a start, there are 21 children
in Oakington right now. 21 units.

Unaccompanied asylum seekers
awaiting deportation.

FAS.

Failed asylum seekers.

Orphans in '65, asylum seekers today.
There's progress for you.

And no one would miss them.

We need more.

Can you bump the numbers up to 60?

I think so.

Uh, we could have them all in Oakington
by first thing tomorrow.

Thank you, John. Now go back to
Thames House and consult with the 456.

Make them an offer
of 60 units and no more.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-FROBISHER: It's me.

Well, how... How did it go?

All you need to know is
there's nothing to worry about.

I'm sorry, I can't explain,
but trust me, don't worry.

-Well, have you slept yet?
-No.

-Are you on your way home?
-No time for that, sweetheart.

I'm afraid it's a matter
of utmost national security.

Are you safe?

Course I am. You know me,
I'm just pushing papers around.

They just need me to make sure
all the documentation's in place.

Did the bodyguards turn up?

-Yeah, they're outside.
-Good.

Good.

I just wanted to say I love you
and I love the girls.

-When will you be home?
-Soon.

Look, I've gotta go.

I love you.

(LIFT DINGS)

I love you, too.

I'm sorry, but we have
discussed your demands

and we've arrived at a solution
that might satisfy both parties.

I've been authorised to offer you
one child

for every million people
on planet Earth.

FROBISHER: That's about 6,700 in total.

62 from the UK alone.

THE 456: That is not acceptable.

6,700.

Six-seven-zero-zero,
that's our final offer.

It's more than generous. I'll give you
some time to think about it.

THE 456: Three, two, five,
zero, zero, zero.

Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

You are turning this house
into a bloody playschool.

Ten quid a kid, more like a charity.

And who's doing all the work?
It's muggins here, that's who.

I don't see you lifting a bloody finger.

-Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.
-Oh my God, they're doing it again.

-Mica! Where's Mica? Mica!
-Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

-What is it?
-Three, two, five...

-What are you going on about?
-...zero, zero, zero.

-Lottery numbers or what?
-Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

-Coordinates? Grid reference maybe?
-Three, two, five, zero, zero, zero.

Children in different countries are
saying different numbers.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

The children of America are saying,

''Two, three, four, zero,
zero, zero, zero. ''

But what is the meaning of
''three, two, five, zero, zero, zero''?

It's confirmed.

325,000 is ten percent
of the children...

the, uh, units in this country.

Every country is saying
a different number,

which, in each case, amounts to 1 0percent .

I think it's fair to say that our
final offer has just been rejected.

Okay, thanks, everyone.
Let's take a break.

It's worth considering, sir.

The world's population will be
9 billion by 2050.

That's a two-and-a-half billion rise.

The UK will go from 61 million to 77,
every one of them needing

-food and water, a home, transport...
-Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick.

What are you suggesting,
a cull of ten percent would do us good?

I'm just saying, if we need
to spin this to the public,

and God knows, at the moment,
spin is all we can do,

then in an age when we're terrified
by the planet's dwindling resources,

a reduction in the population

could possibly, just possibly,
if presented in the right way,

be seen as...good.

Sir?

-Anything?
-It's all gone quiet.

All our usual sources
from the government,

the army, Whitehall, all gone silent.

Whatever's happening in London,
no one's breathing a word.

It's about time I found out
what's going on.

I'm taking a squad to London.
Are the roads still blocked?

-Only in the centre.
-Then patch me through a clear route.

And keep watching for Harkness.
If it's happening in London,

then that's where he'll be.

With regrets, ladies and gentlemen,
I have to tell you

that we're now facing
the worst-case scenario.

And right now we don't have time
for our discussion on ethics.

I'm afraid the hand-wringing
will have to wait.

All we can do at the moment
is to address a number of vital

and practical questions.

Namely, how do we select the ten percent
who would go?

How would we transport them?
And how could we sell it to the voters?

John?

-Well, the selection's not down to me.
-Nevertheless.

Practical solutions, please.

Once the selection has been made
then my department can arrange to bus

all the children
to the rendezvous points together,

school by school.

My staff are compiling
various school databases.

IANTO: ''You just need to decide
what criteria you'd use for selection.''

Which is out of my hands.
Over to you, sir.

Anyone?

Might I remind you the clock is ticking?

-It would have to be random.
-No one'll believe it was random,

not unless some of us are seen waiting
at the school gates

-for empty buses to return.
-If the criteria is demonstrably fair

and entirely random, then at least
we could defend ourselves...

So you're willing to risk your kids
to make it look fair?

-Then how else can we choose?
-We could do it alphabetically.

Oh, yes, thanks Mr Yates.

I didn't mean... I've got no kids.
I wasn't trying to...

Yes, no kids and no consequences.
And yours have already grown up.

Let's keep this civil, Denise.

Oh, yes, let's discuss the loss
of millions of innocent children

-and let's be civilised about it!
-If you wouldn't mind, yes.

Could we limit it to one loss
per family? Every second-born child...

That would take more time.
More organisation. Time we don't have.

So, it would have to be
one school at a time.

Look, I'm going to say
what everyone else is thinking.

If this...this lottery takes place,
my kids aren't in it.

I'm sure the families of Gold Command
would be exempted anyway.

In fact, isn't that official policy?

Gang of bastards. Isn't it?

During a major civil emergency,
we're also dealing

with deeply debilitating personal grief.

-Listen to them.
-Hard enough as it is.

I'm right, aren't I?

It is official policy
that our families get protection.

Of course they bloody do.

So, we could have a show of hands.
I hate to be crass,

-but in the circumstances...
-Well, who votes?

Those with kids
or those with no interest to declare?

No one votes. It's down to me
to make an executive decision.

-Do you need some time?
-No.

Whatever happens,
the children and grandchildren

of everyone round this table
will be exempt.

-What about nieces and neph...
-Don't push your luck.

You seriously expect me
to look my brother in the eye...

We need to limit the number
of people who know.

-Just give him a condolence card?
-That's the responsibility

-of government, Denise!
-No, the first responsibility

is to protect the best interests
of this country, right?

Then, let's say it.

In a national emergency,
a country must plan for the future

and discriminate between those
who are vital to continued stability

and those who are not.

And now that we've established
that our kids are exempt,

the whole principle of random selection
is dead in the water, anyway.

-Only so far as...
-Let me finish. Now, look,

on the one hand,
you've got the good schools.

And I don't just mean those
producing graduates.

I mean the pupils who will go on
to staff our hospitals, our offices,

our factories, the workforce
of the future.

We need them. Accepted, yes?

So, set against that,
you've got the failing schools,

full of the less able,
the less socially useful,

those destined to spend
a lifetime on benefits,

occupying places on the dole queue
and, frankly, the prisons.

Now, look, should we treat them equally?

God knows we've tried and we've failed.

And now the time has come to choose.

And if we can't identify
the lowest achieving ten percent

of this country's children,

then what are
the school league tables for?

Anyone want to speak against that?

Then there we have it.

John, you have your criteria.

We've selected the ten percent.

We've got enough evidence recorded here
to destroy every person in that room.

And we can use it
to force our way into Thames House,

finally get face-to-face
with this thing.

And get your family released.

JACK: Right, everyone know
what they're doing?

What if I can't get Lois
to agree to this, Jack?

She hasn't let us down yet. Rhys, okay?

-Let's go stand up to them.
-Yes, sir.

The government has yet to give
a reason why the children have stated

a number which equals ten percent
of the child population of each country.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

All eyes are now turning
toward the United Kingdom as we ask,

''What exactly are they hiding?''

London remains gridlocked
in the city centre.

(PEOPLE ARGUING)

(GROANING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Pipe down, you lot. Shut up.

-Hello?
-IANTO: It's me.

Oh, I thought you couldn't call here.
Is it all over?

IANTO: It's only just beginning.

-It's Ianto.
-Tell him I want my car back

in one piece!

Listen, that column of fire over London.
Did you see it on the telly?

No, I was watching the other side.
Of course I did, you dumbo.

What's happening?

The kids said ''they are coming'',
but who's they?

-Who is it?
-Just stop a minute and listen.

-Ianto, just tell me, who are they?
-They're from another planet.

They want children.
That's why they're here.

-They what?
-They want kids, millions of them.

-Why?
-I'm not sure. Over the next few days,

don't let anyone take
David and Mica away from you,

for whatever reason.

This goes for you people
listening in on the wire as well.

Forget the Official Secrets Act.

If you've got children or grandchildren,
you need to hear this.

And you need to tell
every parent you know.

I've found Jones.

-We can assume Harkness is nearby.
-Okay, let's go.

Look, I've gotta go. I love you.

Don't let the kids out of your sight.
I love them, too.

-I'm even warming to Johnny a bit.
-We love you, too.

Ianto?

Ianto, are you there?

What is it?

What'd he say?

Come on, Rhi, what did he say?

You've gotta go now.

You're just getting me
out of harm's way, aren't you?

-You don't think I can hack it.
-You're the most important part

of this whole plan.

Now, go on. You've got a job to do.

Go on, there isn't much time.

(EXCLAIMING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Long gone.

-Move out!
-I've done a sweep

of the surrounding area.
Two miles to the south,

there's a warehouse area in Battersea.

Used to be an old holding facility
for Torchwood One back in the '90s.

Could be significant.
Ianto Jones worked for Torchwood One.

-Can you pinpoint which warehouse?
-I'll get on to it now.

We need a cover story, to explain
why the operation is happening

and to encourage participation.

So the suggestion is
we announce that the children

will be given some kind of inoculation,

a jab to stop them speaking in unison.

We stress that there's
no immediate danger,

that everyone will be seen
in due course.

Then when it goes wrong
and the children disappear,

we blame the aliens,
claim ignorance and face the music.

We say the 456 double-crossed us?

...double-crossed us?

(PHONE RINGING)

-Okay, Gwen, we're here.
-Take care.

Positive fix, Gwen Cooper.
Torchwood facility warehouse.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Excellent. It is the aliens' fault.

That is where the blame should lie,
not with us.

We play the part of naive dupes
rather than willing accomplices.

We're not willing.

No one in this room
is a willing accomplice.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Roads are clear. ETA Torchwood
warehouse, 45 seconds.

Thank you, John. Comments.

-Anyone?
-This is gonna take a hell of a lot

of organisation. We'll have to
stand the police down

and put the army in their place.

We barely have time to talk.
We need to get this thing moving.

Then should we reconvene at 1 800?

Excuse me.

-Lois, stop it.
-I have something to say.

Really?

Well, it's nice you want to make
a contribution...

-What was your name?
-Lois.

Lois Habiba, sir.

Well, thank you
for your hard work, Lois.

It's much appreciated,
but this really isn't the best time.

I'm sorry, sir.

I know I'm only supposed
to be here to take notes.

But, erm, I am a voter.

Listen, love, this isn't a referendum.

-Lois, could I have a word outside?
-No, but it needs saying.

Lois, seriously, not now.

And I'm not just speaking
on my own behalf.

Just what we need, a revolutionary.

If you like, sir, then that's what I am.

-Oh, yeah, you and whose army?
-Torchwood.

-What?
-Don't be ridiculous.

Don't be ridiculous.

GWEN: I think she's doing it. Good girl!

But Torchwood has been
recording all these meetings.

And everything that's been said
around this table,

every single word,

spoken by every single one of you,
will be made public,

unless you do exactly
what Torchwood says.

Oh!

Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones.

We're Torchwood.

-We've been expecting you.
-On the floor!

-Face down, hands on your head.
-You traced Ianto's calls, did you?

-On the floor!
-Now that you're here,

you can take me to Alice
and Steven Carter.

You'll be in the very next cell.

Second thoughts, maybe I'll just have
you shot while resisting arrest.

-That would be a mistake.
-Why?

Take a look at what
we've been recording.

How exactly are you going to
make us do this?

-Torchwood's been destroyed.
-I'm afraid not, sir.

Right now, Captain Jack Harkness,
head of the Torchwood Institute,

is in the reception of the MI5 building.

So you're going to stand aside
and let him do his job

and deal with the 456.

Immediately.

And, uh...

I think that's it.

What she's telling them is

my gorgeous husband has recordings
of them all

secretly agreeing to sacrificing
millions of innocent children

to the aliens.

Now, him and his laptop,
at this very moment,

are in a secret location.

And he's ready to press send
and tell the whole world

exactly what's been going on
unless you do exactly as we say.

Take a seat.

Maybe you'll learn something
about the people

you've been working for. Come on, Clem.

I want to feed the live TV pictures
direct to this number.

-Can you do that?
-I can do it.

I'm Captain Jack Harkness.

I've dealt with you lot before.

I'm here to explain why this time
you're not getting what you want.

THE 456: You yielded in the past.

And don't I know it.

I was there.
In 1 965, I was part of that trade.

And that's why I'm never
gonna let it happen again.

THE 456: Explain.

There's a saying here on Earth.

A very old, very wise friend of mine
taught me it.

An injury to one is an injury to all.

And when people act according
to that philosophy,

the human race is
the finest species in the universe.

Never mind the philosophy.

What he's saying is

you're not getting one solitary,
single child.

The deal is off.

-Uh, I like the philosophy.
-I gathered.

You yielded in the past.

You will do so again.

In the past, the numbers were
so small they could be kept secret.

But this time,
that is not going to happen.

Because we've recorded everything.

All the negotiations,

everything the politicians said,
everything that happened in this room,

and those tapes will be released
to the public.

Unless you leave this planet for good.

You yielded in the past.

You will do so again.

When people find out the truth,

you will have over six billion
angry human beings

taking up arms to fight you.

That might be a fight
you think you can win,

but at the end of it,

the human race in defence
of its children will fight to the death.

And if I have to lead them
into battle, then I will.

You've got enough information
on this planet.

Check your records.

His name is Captain Jack Harkness.

Go back 1 50 years
and see what you're facing.

This is fascinating, isn't it?

It knows I'm watching.

THE 456: The human infant mortality rate

is 29, 1 58 deaths per day.

Every three seconds, a child dies.

The human response is to accept
and adapt.

We're adapting right now
and we're making this a war.

Then the fight begins.

We're waiting for your reply.

Action has been taken.

(ALARMS BLARING)

What have you done?

You wanted a demonstration of war.

A virus has been released.

It will kill everyone in the building.

-Can they override it?
-I don't know.

The building's designed to withstand
chemical and biological attack.

Nothing or no one can get in or out.

Happy now?

(ALARMS BLARING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

The air's poisoned. Call someone.
Shut down the air conditioning.

Block every air vent.
Get gas masks, hazard suits,

oxygen cylinders...

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

If there's a virus,
then there must be an antivirus.

Release it now
or I'll blow a hole in that tank.

And we'll all die together.

You made your point,
now stop this and we can talk.

You are dying even now.

(SCREECHING)

What's that noise?

What's it doing?

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

Turn it off, turn it off!

Clem. Clem!

(SCREAMING)

We've gotta get you out of here.
I can survive anything, but you can't.

Too late.

I breathed the air.

There's gotta be something.
There's gotta be an antidote.

You said you would fight.

Then I take it back, all right?
I take it all back. But not him!

No! No, no, no, no, no. No!

No, Ianto. No.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING INTENSIFIES)

The remnant will be disconnected.

(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAL)

(GROANING)

Okay?

He's dead.

What about Thames House?

JOHNSON: They can't get out.

(SOBBING)

It's all my fault.

No, it's not.

Don't speak, save your breath.

I love you, I...

Don't.

Ianto. Ianto.

Ianto, stay with me.
Ianto, stay with me, please.

Stay with me!
Stay with me, please. Please.

Hey...

It was good, yeah?

Yeah.

Don't forget me.

Never could.

A thousand years' time,

you won't remember me.

Yes, I will.

I promise.

I will.

Ianto.

Ianto?

Don't go.

Don't leave me, please.

Please don't.

You will die,

and tomorrow your people
will deliver the children.

What now?

Two choices.

Either we go to war
against an enemy we can't beat

or we go to war against our own people
for their own good.

An injury to one
is not an injury to all,

we have to surrender.

35 million children.

Or 6.7 billion people.

Start putting your plan into action.

1 3, 1 4.

(GASPING)

(GWEN WEEPING)

There's nothing we can do.

Civilisation's about to fall into hell.
Do you think you're still players?

GWEN: We can try.

Captain Harkness, it's me, it's Lois.
What do we do?

But you've seen what they do to them!

WOMAN: Where are you taking them?

GWEN: I'm recording this,
so you can see.

You can see how the world ended.

(ALL YELLING)