Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 4, Episode 1 - Miracle Day: The New World - full transcript

6:00 am is the
appointed time of death

as laid down by
the state of Kentucky.

Oswald Danes faces his last
moments on this earth.

Members of the public
have gathered

outside the Montrose Hill
State Penitentiary,

but the planned protests
against the death sentence

have failed to appear,
which isn't surprising

given the nature
of the offense.

A former schoolteacher
convicted in 2006

of the rape and murder
of 12-year-old Susie Kabina,

Danes will be remembered for
his infamous line of defense.



Upon his arrest,
he told the police:

"She should've
run faster."

The condemned is permitted
to make a final statement.

Did you ever hear
of Torchwood?

Never mind that.
Guess what I just heard.

You know, Steve Reynolds, well,
it turns out his wife is sick.

She has leukemia
or something like that.

Whatever it is,
it sounded long term.

Apparently, it's British--
the Torchwood Institute.

Hello? Are you listening?
You see, if Steve's gotta come home

that leaves a space
in Venezuela.

I spent 18 months working out
the Maracaibo routes,

so it's mine.

- I get promoted.
- Congratulations.



- Thank you.
- And Steve's only been married six months.

All you want from me, you know?
It's a tragedy.

All the same, this thing
might be worth following.

It just got sent down.
The word "Torchwood" has been emailed

to every single
east-coast section chief

completely bypassing security.
Just one word-- Torchwood.

Following up this Torchwood incident--
wondering if you can access the E.U. files.

No no, it's not-- it's not
"Touchwood," it's "Torchwood"--

T-o-r-c-h-w...

So what is
Torchwood anyway?

I've looked it up.
It's some pretty freaky stuff.

I'll send it to you now.

- Sounds more intelligence, not clandestine.
- You getting this?

And if it's got the title institute,

that means that it's been officially
sanctioned by the U.K. government,

which we all know
is a big hassle

because that administration
is like kindergarten.

It's gone.
It just got wiped like a virus.

- It just vanished.
- Okay.

I guess that's that.
Now go ask around about Steve's wife.

Get a proper diagnosis.
We need a timeline on this.

And pass that Torchwood
thing on to somebody else.

It has absolutely
nothing to do with me.

Rex? Rex?!

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Dunno.
Just...

Bad dream.

What about?

Oh.

Oh, what d'you think?

Torchwood.

♪ Torchwood: Miracle Day 4x01 ♪
The New World
Original Air Date on July 8, 2011

== sync, corrected by ojh ==

His pulse is fast and week--
systolic B.P. 70.

Beats me how
he's still alive.

Rex, my name is
Dr. Juarez, okay?

We're taking you straight into surgery.
Do you understand?

Is he okay?
His name is Rex Matheson.

- You family?
- No, I'm just a colleague. We work--

It's family only.

He's the second one tonight--

D.O.A.s
who just won't die.

We had a jumper
this afternoon-- 22 floors--

everything pulverized.

Pneumothorax-- both sides,

but she wouldn't die.
Same thing.

Just wouldn't die.

Don't be so suspicious.

- What they flying past for?
- Because they can.

This is God's own country,
that's all.

Just looking.
Now stop it.

"So went outside
all on my own.

'Twas midnight,
not a sound to be heard.

And I looked up and a woman
came out to the sky..."

"Shining she was, like moonlight,

her eyes white,
blazing white.

And then she started to sing
like a thousand choirs.

One woman with a thousand
voices and it was beautiful--"

that's enough,
don't you think?

Who's being paranoid now?

You promised we you'd keep
her away from this stuff.

Yeah, well, be fair.
She's too young.

She thinks it all sounds
like a fairy tale.

It was a nightmare, Gwen.

Your life back then was
a living nightmare, love.

- There's someone at the door.
- Shh.

- What do we do?
- Shh.

You and--

Shh.

- Hi, hello.
- Sorry.

I hope we're not
disturbing you.

Just wondering, if we're
going back to the village,

is it quicker to cut back
across to the beach

or would we get cut off
at this time of the day?

Better to ask, I thought,
just in case.

We have got proper shoes.
We can get across nice and quickly.

It's private property.
I'm busy.

- "Get off my land."
- Shut it.

Shh, oh my God,
I could have shot them.

Hey hey,

we're safe,
sweetheart.

No one knows
we're here.

All that stuff's
long since gone.

No more Torchwood, right?

- Yeah. Okay.
- It's gone.

- Forgotten, eh?
- Yeah, all right. Sorry. Okay.

Come here.

Popular man,
Rex Matheson.

We've had three different
station chiefs on the phone.

- No sign of his family?
- We only have a number for his father.

I left a message,
but no one's called back.

Is he--

No. No,
he made it.

- He's alive.
- God, I--

thank you. I--

the paramedics, they said
he didn't stand a chance.

Well, looks like
someone changed the rules.

Miracles got easy.

It's not only Rex
who's still alive.

So is everyone else.

Sorry.
I don't get you.

It started last night.

First I knew, they called
up from the morgue.

They were laughing.

They said, "what's happening up there?
You on strike?"

Turns out
no one had died.

24 hours since this hospital
had a death-- not one--

not from old age, not from
injury, not from sickness--

- all day long.
- Just a coincidence, I suppose.

That's what I said,
yeah.

Then I was on a call
to St Jude's in Chicago.

And they said, "Well, here's a
funny thing: Past 24 hours,

we've registered
no deaths, not one.

So I called my ex-husband.
He's at Cedarbrook.

Same story--
all day, no deaths.

I tried London. I have this friend
at the Royal Free Hospital.

I called her.
She said, "That's weird.

It's the same thing
over here."

24 hours,
no one's died.

What do you
think of that?

Hmm?
One lucky day.

The survival of Oswald Danes

turns out to be
the first incident

in a much bigger story
breaking live this morning.

When the Kentucky medical
authority made a chance comment

that it hadn't recorded
a single death over 24 hours...

17 more authorities immediately
reported the same thing.

The story exploded on social network sites.

...Miracle trending
as the number-one topic.

From Maine to California
the story is the same...

- For the past 36 hours...
- Both: ...No fatalities have been reported.

- No one has died.
- Not one person in the United States...

- Not a single death.
- All: Miracle day.

- "Miracle day."
- That's what's being called.

Miracle day.

Mr. Danes,
I'm Alexander Peterssen

representing
the governor's office.

What, I don't get
a personal visit?

I'm afraid not,
given the circumstances.

But the governor's office would
like to offer its condolences

without an admission of liability
for any physical distress

caused by events
beyond its control.

Condolences?

He can't
just say sorry?

You have to respect
his position.

You're a convicted
pedophile, sir,

and a convicted
murderer.

By your own admission, you took
the life of a 12-year-old girl,

so the governor's apology is always
gonna be within certain limits.

When are you
gonna let me go?

Well, I don't
think that's possible.

I've served my sentence.

Granted,
the execution was flawed,

but that doesn't defer the sentence.
With respect,

you don't reprieve a man you failed
to hang because the rope snapped.

Indeed.
And with respect,

that particular aphorism
applies only

- for an execution which has failed.
- And that's you.

On the contrary,
I would maintain

and my lawyers
would maintain

my sentence was carried
out successfully.

Nothing went wrong--
absolutely nothing.

The fact that life

and the laws of life on this Earth
have changed is hardly my fault.

Society is full of
out-there laws, Mr. Danes.

Nonetheless,
they still apply.

That's right,
Mr. Peterssen.

And when considering
the persistence of the law,

then the Eighth Amendment
clearly forbids

the application of cruel and
unusual punishment such as mine

alongside the Fifth
Amendment and I quote,

"Nor shall any person

be subject for the same
offense twice."

The Founding Fathers
practically had me in mind

when they wrote
the constitution.

Don't you think though?

Don't you think?

Because I can guarantee,
Mr. Peterssen,

that when I talk
of lawyers,

I mean the team who will
be suing the governor--

and I mean
the governor himself.

Not his office,
but the actual man.

They will be suing him
for wrongful imprisonment.

And I promise you that they
will sue his ass to high heaven

till angels
sing songs of him

in their laments.

- Is that clear?
- Perfectly.

Then go tell him.
Because with every passing second,

that's a million
dollars more.

Mr. Peterssen,
thank you.

Thank you
very much.

Hey. Heard about Rex.
Is he okay?

Yeah. Thought it was a miracle.
Turns out it's everyone.

Did you get any more
on that Torchwood thing?

No, it's been shut down.

Orders of Brian Friedkin--
goes through his office only.

- Case closed.
- But what was it?

'Cause the way
those files disappeared...

The world changed
overnight, yeah?

Some old British thing
is not on the top of the list.

Torchwood.
If that wasn't a virus,

there's gotta be
some sort of malware.

It's like nothing
I've ever seen.

The word "Torchwood" is vanished.
It's been eradicated.

If you search for Torchwood,
you get no results.

Nothing gets no results.

There's gotta be
something on paper.

The shelves are bare.
It's all gone to Friedkin.

I asked Yvonne.

She said it was classified
under the 456 regulations.

- She said you wanna stay away.
- Why?

They all died,
so the story goes.

Anyone that worked for Torchwood
was killed in action.

And they died young.

Seen the TV?

It's not just you.

This goes beyond America.

It's worldwide.
You've got the same reports from Europe,

from Asia,
from Africa.

Every death is different.

You can't suspend death
like it's a fixed concept.

This goes against the
fundamental rules of life on Earth.

They shot him!
They shot my brother like...

Bam bam bam, but, you
know, he's still alive

and his heart's still going.
He reached out--

whether it's a disease
or an experiment

or a project gone wrong,
it's obvious

we're the victims now.
We're the lab rats.

These people are dead.
That's what they are--

dead people
sitting up in bed.

They terrify me.
I'm not touching them.

I'm sorry, but they
should be corpses.

That's what they are--
living corpses.

The metal missed the spine, but
the pericardium was lacerated

and a coronary artery
was crushed and thrombosed.

That's the one in your leg.

I had to transplant a section
of vein from your thigh.

But how did I survive?

I... don't know.

Even when your heart stopped
beating, the process continued--

the process of life,
the viability of the flesh,

the transfer of oxygen--
it just didn't stop.

Do I get better?
Do I heal?

Or do I just hurt
for the rest of my life?

Because if this thing keeps going, the
rest of my life is forever, right?

Rex, now listen to me.

'Cause you might wanna take
something under consideration--

that maybe you were lucky.

You should've died last night,

but when this thing
happened-- the miracle--

it gave me time

to fix you.

Without the miracle,
you'd be dead.

It's like someone cast a
spell over the whole world.

But what happens
when it stops, huh?

What happens
to me then?

Do I die?

Oh, you are so cheating.

Cheating?
How can I cheat painting a wall?

Only a man can turn this
into a competition.

- You just went-- whoosh.
- Well, look-- whoosh.

With one stroke, that's hardly a coat.

Oh, bollocks.

- Oh bollocks, bollocks.
- It might be nothing.

There's only one reason
why that phone could ring.

But where have you put it?
Where have you put it?

It's in there.

What is it?
What is happened?

This is Sergeant Davison
with a phone-in report

of one suspect, male,

in the vicinity of Saint Helen's
Hospital, Cardiff City.

So just rendezvous at 0200 hours
in the agreed position.

It's my dad--
he's in hospital.

Uh, I've gotta see him.

Sorry, Rhys.
We've gotta go back.

Friedkin's office
took all the Torchwood files,

- cleared us out.
- I know.

He sent me
the double check.

'Cause files get
left behind and--

especially if there's a hard
copy inside an associated pile.

That sort of thing
always gets missed.

Just need to check
on all the associations.

Okay.

Not sure where to begin.

Better find out then.

Right. Okay.

Thanks.

456... 456.

456.

456!

Come with me.

Down!

Oh my God.

Is he gonna die?

Don't worry about it.
No one dies these days.

Do you wanna bet?!

Whoa.
Anyway,

Captain
Jack Harkness.

Nice to meet you.

Here you go.

That man--

He was after me,
not you.

Why? Why would
he want you dead?

On the very day
that no one's dying.

Wish I knew.

And what got
you so involved?

I'm not authorized
for this,

but this friend
of mine--

I was telling him
about Torchwood and...

He crashed his car

while I was talking to him.

And I can't help
but thinking--

- that it's all my fault.
- I know the feeling.

So what is Torchwood?

Torchwood
no longer exists.

Then what was it?
'Cause there were photos in that file

of a man who looked
just like you,

but it said 1939,

then 1925.
Is he your father?

I suppose it must be.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I hurt my arm.

Considering what
we just went through,

I would say
that was a miracle.

Yeah, another one.

The Torchwood Institute was set up
by the British royal family in 1879

to defend the realm
of Great Britain

by investigating
the unusual, the strange

and the alien.

I'm kind of guessing

"alien" doesn't mean
foreign.

Alien as in
extraterrestrial.

Oh my God.

This whole situation, worldwide--
that's exactly the kind of thing

- we used to investigate.
- Torchwood-- they said

that people died,

but there was that
other photo-- uh--

Gwen Cooper-- there was
no date of death.

She's still alive.

The last one left.

And I'm gonna
keep her safe,

which means making sure that the
institute stays dead and buried.

So that first email
last night,

the one that just said
"Torchwood"-- - wasn't me.

God knows who it was.

But that was
enough to call me back

and I got to work
releasing the malware,

destroying hard copies,

removing all traces
of the word,

using Retcon.

What's Retcon?

What's Retcon?

It's a smart drug--

selective amnesia.

No.

You won't
remember a thing.

Nice to meet you, Esther.

The fire at the CIA archive

- is now under control...
- An explosion right at our doorstep.

It's a gift. Now take
a look at the victims.

Are they dead or not?

You're not the first to
think of it, Mr. Matheson.

Stop running the case
from a hospital bed.

Wait wait wait, what are you
talking about? Who else is there?

I really can't talk.

- Who else is onto this?
- Check the Ringmain.

The what?
Hello?

F.B.I.

Hey, my man,

what the hell
is the Ringmain?

It's the internal cameras.
It's the security system, that's all.

Yeah.

Yeah, this is Rex Matheson
with the C.I.A.

Put me on with
your chief of security.

Yeah, right now.

Session begins
supervised by

attending surgeon Professor
Victor Louis Santini

and witnesses to be listed
in the hospital register.

The purpose of this enquiry
is to determine--

well, as you'll see,

following the explosion
at the C.I.A. archive...

Got it.

One of the victims
has been...

Yes, I think we can--
I'm sorry.

They brought me in as an expert, but
I don't know what the hell this is.

We think this man was right at
the center of the blast...

And yet
he's still alive.

Clearly,
the skin is burnt.

He's not indestructible,
just undying...

Ever-living.

We're going to need
a new vocabulary.

But we're getting
the same results

from all over the world.

Is that actual
consciousness?

It seems like
he's still aware.

Excuse me.
I was wondering--

Owen Harper, F.B.I.

--But what if you
detach the head?

I mean,

would he stay alive

without his head?

- I suggest we find out.
- Excuse me, you can't do that.

I mean, literally, you can't--
this man is not dead.

He's our patient.

Your comments have
been noted, Dr. Juarez.

Now shall we begin?

Oh my God.

Don't tell me
this is a virus

or evolution or whatever.
This is deliberate intervention.

I mean, all of us have been
changed by design.

But how?
Who could do this?

Who's got the technology?
Simple answer:

No one on this Earth.

What the hell?

Long time no see.

Oh my God.
Hey.

And you, big lunk--

daddy daycare.
Look at her.

So your father had a mild heart
attack on Saturday night

and then a second on Sunday and
that was quite bad, to be honest.

But he's stable now.
He's out of I.C.U.

The funny thing is,
if you're gonna get sick,

- he didn't half choose the right day.
- What do you mean?

Look at them. They're all
gathering around the hospitals

like they're the new churches.
I'm not kidding.

We've had doctors
being worshipped

- since miracle day.
- What's miracle day?

Are you kidding me?
Haven't you heard?

- Heard what?
- Come on.

It started two nights ago.
People stopped dying.

They still get hurt, sick--
they just won't die.

Oh, you silly girl.

- I said stay away.
- How could I do that, mom?

What if someone sees you?
It's not safe.

You told me. What if
someone's watching?

Oh, look at her.
Come here.

Oh.

Good God,
she's enormous.

That's your grandma , remember?

Could she--
never sees me, does she?

Not since the day
she was born.

Oh, hey,

come see your granddad.

Hi, dad.

Hey.

It's me.

Hello.

- You shouldn't have.
- There we are then--

tough.

And you can stop
all this nonsense, okay?

I want you up and out
this bed, lazy old thing.

Ah, there she is.

- Princess.
- Look at her though. She's huge.

- She's perfectly normal, mom.
- I thought you were being frugal.

- What are you feeding her? Lard?
- Yes, mom.

I'm feeding her lard.
Keep telling her that.

By the time she's 13, she'll have
a complete psychological complex.

Stop it now, you two.

- Oh, sorry.
- It's okay.

What do you think
it is, Gwen?

What happened to us?
This never-ending life,

what is it?

Should I be dead,
sweetheart?

I don't know, dad.

It's the sort of thing...

- Your lot used to tackle.
- Yeah,

but Torchwood's gone, Dad.

There's no one else
left on Earth,

just me.

Okay?
And I'm sorry

Because I
don't know what to do.

I don't know
what to do, Dad.

It's all over the world the world.
Look. Look at this.

Somalia has
stopped fighting.

Well, warfare is even worse
when the bodies refuse to die.

But take a look
at North Korea--

huh, spoiling
for a fight.

They've got a lot of soldiers
who think they're immortal.

But this miracle,
it's specifically human.

I mean, it's gotta be. This website
says if insects stopped dying,

we'd be overrun
within 48 hours flat.

And that hasn't happened.
So this thing

is being targeted at us.

Have a look-see.
Budge over.

- I've missed all this.
- I haven't.

- It's quiet without you.
- Tch.

Here we go.
Look.

Planet Earth-- on average,
300,000 people die every day.

So if they stop dying,

that's an extra million people
in just over three days.

Add to that 500,000
people born every day--

that's another million every two
days plus the first million.

Bloody hell.

That's the fastest
population boom in history.

- We're gonna run out of room.
- We'll run out of food first.

A guy on the telly was saying
we've got four months like this--

just four months-- and then that's it.
Society just collapses;

everyone fighting each other
for food like animals.

Oi. What are
you two doing?

Uh, I was just asking
for some advice.

Yeah, don't you start.
Gwen?

- Yes?
- No more investigations. You promised.

We're here to see your dad.
That's it. Huh?

Do you want to come
and have a look?

Come on, bright eyes,
follow me.

Look, intensive care overflow.

They've got 12 beds
with 17 patients already.

What's gonna happen tomorrow?
And the day after that?

- And the day after that? And the day--
- Listen now,

every time you investigate something,
you end up in danger, Gwen.

- 'Cause I can help.
- Don't you dare.

- So you--
- I said don't you dare!

Have you got that?!
Don't you bloody dare, Gwen!

See, the thing is,
right,

if you think miracle day
is like a Torchwood case,

others are gonna think
the same, aren't they?

They're gonna come
looking for you with guns

- like they did the old days.
- I suppose, yeah.

Yeah, we shouldn't even be in the city!
There are cameras everywhere, man!

And it's different now.

You've got a daughter.

And you can't go
putting her into danger!

That is why we live in the back of
beyond-- to keep her safe.

We've gotta go back!

My dad is sick.

Oh, think about it! People
aren't dying. He's gonna survive.

Shh, now.
Shh.

Think about Anwen.

Maybe our daughter's
gonna live forever.

Don't, okay? Don't make her part
of this-- this thing, okay?

Don't!
Do you think she could?

Possible, yeah.

See, maybe you should
let this happen...

For once.

- Let's go home.
- Yes.

Let's go home.

What the hell?

The search or suspects continues
after last night's massive explosion

- at the CIA archives...
- Nice for some, having the morning off?

Yeah, I, um--
had things to do.

Missed all this.

You owe me.
Yasmin works in Friedkin's office.

She got me the last remaining
copy of the Torchwood file.

Now you can
take me to dinner.

Esther Drummond. Hello.

Is there a database
correlating mortality rates

from every single
hospital in the world?

Are you on your cell phone?
'Cause you're not allowed to be using it.

And is anyone talking
to morticians?

Because they've gotta be
the first to notice, right?

There's nothing.
There's no news.

The whole thing,
it's kind of intangible.

How do you investigate
something not happening?

And all that Torchwood stuff
has gone up to Friedkin.

Oh, yeah?

So what's Torchwood
gotta do with it?

I don't know. It's sort
of connected, isn't it?

Well, no it's not. It's a
completely different case.

Sure.
Of course it is.

Then why
did you mention it?

Don't know. I suppose it just
happened at the same time?

So what is Torchwood
anyway?

Um,

some kind of
British intervention agency--

closed down-- used to specialize
in 456 cases and above.

So that first email with "Torchwood,"
you know, the security breach,

- when did that come through?
- Sunday night-- 22:36.

- 22:36, huh? - Yep.

22:36.

22:36 was the last
reported death--

the last death
on planet Earth.

Well, that's disputable. They said that
the last death was on Monday.

No no no. Monday in Shanghai.

At 11:36.
Washington, D.C.

is 13 hours behind
at 22:36.

Both those things happened
at the same time.

Don't you see?
You were right.

It's all connected. Torchwood's
the key to this whole thing.

Rex, I've warned you.
You're gonna kill yourself!

I can't.
That's the point.

All right, so
give me those names again.

Um, um,

Captain Jack Harkness
and Gwen Cooper.

Zero information on him and no sightings
of Cooper for the last 12 months.

- It's like she's gone underground.
- Yeah, that's them.

The case details have been
censored by unit headquarters.

This file's got referrals going
to Geneva and above.

It's way beyond top secret.

- Yeah yeah yeah, C.I.A. move out of my way.
- You can't take them.

Rex, what do you
think you're doing?

- Sorry, Doc, I'm too busy.
- You are in no condition to leave.

Oh, I'm not just leaving.

- I'm flying...
- Oh my God.

...All the way to
the United Kingdom.

Esther,
book me a flight.

Hey, C.I.A.!

I'm taking that cab.
Move the hell out of the way.

Move!

Now make sure you get
ahold of supplies

'cause I'm gonna need
a requisition 15.

What do you need that for?

You do know what
a requisition 15 is, right?

Of course, I do. It's clearance
to take a handgun on a plane.

Well, then I'm taking
a handgun on a plane.

Now book that flight.

Okay, your flight departs
at 0200 hours,

but your requisition
has been refused.

Tengo tu pasaporte.

If requisitions
won't move,

then get me a handgun
from U.K. Security.

How am I supposed
to do that?

Shh!

Get me the gun!

Rosita, Rosita, here. I don't know
when I'm coming back, all right?

I don't want you letting
your husband into my house.

You got that? No husband-o.

No husband-o.

All right,
now concentrate.

The life of Gwen Cooper--
what do we know?

Ex-police.
It says that she joined

the Torchwood Institute

in October, 2006.

All right,
now hold on, hold on.

Go through
her police records,

find out everyone
she worked with,

- everyone she trained with.
- Attendant: I'm sorry, sir.

I have to ask you to turn
your phone off now.

C.I.A.
and I'm sick!

Gwen Cooper.
Find out everything.

I can't get into the database.
I'll need your password.

Rex!

All right.

So where
the hell was I?

Right. The password's
"Madrid 6-6-2-1-1."

That's "Madrid"
with a capital "m."

Now go through that list and
scan through their records

using a level-1 filter. Should
highlight anything with a red flag

or a caution pertaining
to Homeland Security.

I've got one
positive response--

Police Sergeant
Andrew Davison,

Cardiff resident.
There's a note in his file--

says he was Gwen Cooper's
unofficial liaison.

I can access
his private calls.

I've got to
filter this through Whitehall

- how long's it gonna take?
- Any minute now.

And what the hell
is this bridge?

- The Severn Bridge?
- It connects England to Wales.

What, you mean Wales
is separate?

It's like the British
equivalent of New Jersey.

Hold on, hold on.
I think I've got something.

Sergeant Davison
made one call on Tuesday

at 17:08 to a number that's on the
U. K. Hickman register.

That's a list
of cell numbers allocated

to witness
protection schemes.

That's it then--
we've got her.

I can request that
through MI5.

Now what is this?

Wait a minute, I've gotta
pay for this bridge?

Goddamn Wales.

I've traced the handset.
Sending you the coordinates...

...Now.

It's at 51°, 34'N;

4°, 17'W.

I got it.

C.I.A.!

Yeah? So what?

Extraordinary scenes
in Kentucky

as the governor's office
releases Oswald Danes on parole.

The charity
Freedom and Liberty

has employed
a force majeure ruling

to define Danes' survival
as an act of God

with liability now on the
state to prove otherwise.

We're off. We're gonna
get a good head start

and phone you an ambulance.
Don't follow us.

Don't even try. We just want
to be left alone, okay?

Hold it right there, mate.

Ah, so much
for tying him up.

- I've never tied up a person.
- Men are good at knots.

- How many times have you told me that?
- At Christmas.

Hey! Hey hey
hey hey hey.

I had a pole
through my chest.

I was dead,
then I wasn't.

I had to pay for this bridge

and now I wanna know

what the hell
is going on, all right?

Because I was dead and now I'm not.

And if that has anything
to do with Torchwood

or-- or you or anyone,

then I need--

You know, it would really help
if could hear myself think.

What the hell
is he doing?

It's a tourist thing.

No.

No, I don't
think it is.

Sweetheart.

Get back!

Get in the car!
Come on!

Come on!

Can't leave you alone
for a minute.

It's you.

Gwen Cooper--
find out everything.

She said to turn off
the phone.

Never annoy me again.

Now get in.

Jack, for God's sake,
there's a kid here!

I got a present for you
in the back.

Give her to me,
Gwen!

You there, C.I.A.,
do something useful!

Wales is insane!

Get down!

- Who the hell are you people?
- Torchwood.

Right.
So that's sorted.

Rhys, take Anwen to my
mother's and keep her safe.

Jack, if you've got access to any
weapons, what else have we got?

I still got the old I-5s,
but everything else is gone.

I knew it though.
Didn't I say?

First sign of trouble, you go running
off with Captain Jack bollocks.

What choice have I got?
They've rebuilt to the tower;

well, now we're rebuilding Torchwood.
Isn't that right, Jack?

- You even listening to me?
- I cut my arm.

Okay. Can't help but thinking
there's more important things

- to be worrying about here.
- No.

I cut my arm.
Look at it--

- it's not healing.
- Do you mean--

- I'm staying hurt.
- Oh my God.

- I know.
- Seriously though.

- It's only a cut.
- But it's Jack.

Don't you see?
The whole world becomes immortal...

And I mortal.
I don't mend.

I'm normal again.
I'm plain old human.

- You're what?
- Doesn't concern you!

You talk some
crazy shit, you know that?

You should
get that seen too.

Yeah, any minute now.

Oh, here comes my ride.

- Andy, you can't do this.
- Orders from above. I'm sorry.

- He's in charge.
- Since when?

He can't arrest us.
He's an American.

I hate to bust up

your sweet
little tea party,

but this isn't an arrest.
This is a rendition.

And on behalf of the C.I.A.

under the 456 amendments

to U.S. code 3184,

I'm extraditing this
so-called Torchwood team

to the United States
of America.

Now get me out of here!

Take me home.

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