Torchwood (2006–2011): Season 4, Episode 4 - Miracle Day: Escape to LA - full transcript

Jack: Some sort of morphic field
suspended the human race.

'Cause this miracle,
it's as if something

is willing them to go on.

What's wrong with your sister?

She's not sick.
She just...

Can't cope.

Oh my God.

They're ready for a war.

No, they were ready
for the miracle.

PhiCorp knew it was coming.

I did visit PhiCorp and they were
kind enough to offer me protection.



- In exchange for what?
- The message.

[ Static ]

- Who are you?
- They could have traced that handset.

Yeah, I know. Come on, let's
get the hell out of here.

I think we got 'em worried.

[ Knocks ]

Sarah?

It's me.
It's Esther.

Sarah!

Are you there?

[ Locks clicking ]

- Hey.
- These people, they were looking for you.

They kept asking me
questions about you.

I know.
I'm sorry.



I can't stay long but...

what have you done
with the house?

Where are the kids?

They're in here with me.

Can I see them?

Esther, I'd never hurt them.

- But I can't stay.
- Girl: Mom!

I'm leaving town.
I've got to go today.

- Don't go to Boston.
- [ Kids chattering in background ]

There's cholera in Boston,

they said on the news.

Don't go to Philly either...
dysentery.

New York's got typhus
and hemorrhagic fever.

Sarah, that's just what
they're saying online.

- It's not that bad.
- But we've changed.

All of us, didn't we?

Something in the air
infected us.

- It made us godless.
- Let me in.

Let me see the girls.

I'm not letting them out.
They can't come outside.

- I won't let them!
- Let me in, Sarah, please.

Girl:
Mom, tell her to stop!

Honey, I know
this is crazy but...

You're safe, I promise.

Look, I'm working
with these people

and we're gonna stop this.

I'm leaving town with them and
we've got some things to do

but I'll come back
as soon as I can.

Please.

Please let me say
goodbye to the girls.

No.

- Mom!
- No.

I'll come back...

As soon as I can, okay?

[ Sniffles ]

Hello.

Yeah, I'd like to report...

[ sighs ]

There are two children that
I believe might be in danger.

Melanie and...

and Alice Drummond,

daughters of Sarah Drummond.

Their address is

1032 King Sovereign Road.

I'm sorry,
I can't give you my name.

I just want you to help them.

[ Car starts ]

Confirmed.
I found Esther Drummond.

The pathway to Torchwood
is open and clear.

[ Man's voice ]
Follow her to Harkness.

Do what you like
with the others.

[ Theme music playing ]
[ Beeping ]

♪ "Torchwood: Miracle Day
- Escape To LA" ♪

And the miracle continues

with health care throughout America
now reaching a state of crisis.

The courts have been flooded
with claims and counter claims

as people adjust
to a new form of life.

I had a heart attack
in October.

The company replaced me,
but I can still work.

It's not like
I'm gonna die, am I?

So if I have to sue them to get
my job back, then I will.

Who is there to speak for the living
when the White House is silent?

The Vatican is silent?
The scientists are silent?

Well, I am not.

In business news,
pharmaceutical companies

are predicting record profits.

PhiCorp has pledged
a payback scheme

in local communities around
its Los Angeles headquarters.

[ Rex groans ] 2700 miles... man,
am I sick of your ugly faces.

[ Groans ]

Rex: Anyone got change
for the meter?

Last thing we need with a
stolen car is getting a ticket.

No coins.

I've only got plastic.
You said no plastic.

Hey, my man.
You got change for a dollar?

Wow, look at the horizon.

We've reached
the edge of America.

[ Laughs ]

Decades since I saw
the Pacific.

Must be about 70 years.

Are you kidding when you
say things like that?

Oh-ho-ho.
I wonder.

So where's PhiCorp from here?

Maybe about 10 miles that way.

Technically it's another city.

PhiCorp headquarters is in Los
Angeles and we're in Venice.

We need to find somewhere to
hide while we plan the assault.

Can't we stay here by the sea?

Not some stinking, dirty
pit for once, Jack.

Please?

Hey, man.
Believe.

[ Line ringing ]

Can't get rid of you
can I, dead man walking?

Yeah yeah yeah.
Let me ask you something.

What is this Dead is Dead shit?
I see posters all over the place.

It's the latest campaign.
As if Oswald Danes wasn't bad enough,

this one is led
by Ellis Hartley Monroe,

one of those small-town mayors
trying to make a name for herself.

- Where are you?
- Sorry, Doc, no can say.

But if I wanted to know where I could
get prescription drugs in Los Angeles

no questions asked, then you
could make your own conclusions.

And that's the only
reason you called me?

Well, you are the doctor.

- What are you doing in L.A.?
- I never said I was in L.A.

Well, it might surprise you
to learn that I haven't got

my own private network of drug
runners on the West Coast.

Come on, Vera.
You'll find a way.

I've seen what you can do with
the doctor-patient relationship,

and the hippocratic oath,
it doesn't cover it.

Ellis Hartley Monroe started
the Dead is Dead campaign,

and do you know why?
She thinks we should treat people

who should have died
as if they're already dead.

And right now I think
she's got a point.

- [ Laughs ]
- I'm busy. Thank you, Rex.

You are so gonna call me back.

I am so not.

We don't have all day,
Dr. Juarez.

This hospital has been
empty since '92-'93.

But it's still in remarkable
condition, all things considered.

So if you could listen.

Now we have representatives
from City General,

St. Mary's,
St. Helen's,

The Open Brook,
Grand Maple Forest,

Attenwood's and
Woolsey Heights, yes?

All of you
with I.C.U. Departments

stretched
to the breaking point.

This would be the solution.
We bring 'em all here,

all the emergency patients
en masse.

Rather than 15 hospitals
at maximum capacity,

we have one...
this one.

This place is abandoned.
We're gonna need equipment and staff.

All that taken
into consideration.

But the strategy would work.

So we just put everyone
inside and close the door?

Do you know what they used to call
that in the old days? A plague ship.

Let me stress this:
This is a short-term measure.

The plan itself would have
to be initiated by tomorrow.

- That's impossible.
- That's not enough time.

The people want a health-care solution
and they want it immediately.

Now for most of the people,

Miracle Day is just that...
it's a miracle.

People are beginning
to move beyond the panic

to the possibilities
of a golden age.

As long as the sick and the old
are hidden away from sight.

Exactly.
But let's not forget,

this isn't anything new.

The western world has always
hidden its unwanted.

We signed on for that a long time
ago before any miracles appeared.

And you...
you said yourself

the plague ship is an old idea.

Now I have set up a schedule

and I've made a list of
transport liaison managers.

I'm not gonna pretend
it ain't nirvana.

If you want somewhere with no questions
asked, this is the best I've got.

As long as it's got electricity
and a roof, this is all we need.

Hot water would be good.

I don't suppose it's any good
asking who you are.

- We're traveling circus folk.
- Yeah, and he's the clown.

- I'm the bearded woman but I've shaved.
- Yeah, you missed a bit.

Cash in hand.
And there's more of that tomorrow

as long as you don't
tell anyone we're here.

If anybody does ask
you let us know straightaway.

Sure thing.

By the way, if you get hungry,

there's a cafe on the corner
that does a guava jalapeño cheese tart

that's just fabulous.
Laters.

Fabulous?
What is it with you?

You make everybody
around you gay?

That's the plan.

Okay, now we can use this place
as our delivery address,

we can order that spare server.
Then we start in on PhiCorp.

But first thing we've got to do
is lift out the security profile.

[ Phone ringing ] Oh, sorry,
I've got to take this. Sorry.

Um, yeah.
I... sorry.

No, you know what Torchwood is like.
It's terrible.

I mean we're living in this...

Shed thing.

And there's no electricity,
there's no water, it's dark

and cold and damp.

I thought it was boiling hot
in Los Angeles all year round.

- Yeah well, they lied, Rhys, they lied.
- [ People laughing ]

What's that noise?
Is that people?

- Yeah, street gangs.
- [ Birds cawing ]

Was that a seagull?

Uh, it's a woman.

Uh, on the rampage.
A mad woman.

Anyway, so how's
my little girl?

- Don't call me that, Gwen.
- You're very funny.

- Do I get to say hello?
- No.

It took me two hours
to get her to sleep.

She was fretting like mad.
I'm not waking her, so tough.

I'm not on holiday, Rhys.
I'm out here working.

Still tough.

So what's happening
with PhiCorp then?

Uh, yeah, things. Esther's bouncing
this signal off the Chinese satellite

so I don't want
to say too much just in case.

[ Camera clicking ]

There's one thing
you've got to sort out, okay?

And that's my dad. They keep saying
the hospitals are full of M.R.S.A.

- So can you get him out?
- That's impossible, honestly.

They said on the news
no one's allowed to move.

But he's safe enough, Gwen.

I have never felt so far away.

Look, I just don't trust
the hospitals, Rhys.

Please, there's go to be
something you can do. [ Phone beeps ]

Look, I've got to go, okay?
I'm busy.

They really need me.
We're on a mission.

Uh, just get
my dad out, Rhys, okay?

- I'll phone you tonight.
- It's already tonight.

[ Camera clicks ]

[ Phone ringing ]

Torchwood located.

[ Beeps ]

[ Rex mutters ]

Sorry. Rhys.
Sorry.

We've all got family. The sooner we get
this done the sooner we can see them.

Okay, what do you
need me to do?

This PhiCorp raid means we need to
lift out the security protocols

on Jilly Kitzinger's files.
You think you can do that?

Mm-hmm. Got Torchwood
software ready and waiting.

- There is a lot of...
- You're obsessed with this bastard.

I'm gonna put a permanent trace on
him so we always know where he is.

What about Kitzinger?
Did we find anything more on her?

She's freelance. She's been working
with PhiCorp for about six months.

She's good, but I don't
think she's connected.

She just happened to be at the
right place at the right time.

Just like Oswald.
We're wasting our time tracking them.

It's never a waste of time,
'cause our greatest problem

is that what's happened
to the world is invisible.

But quite by chance Oswald's found
himself right at the heart of it.

George Eliot wrote this
chapter in "Middlemarch."

She said that if you take a piece of
metal with random scratches all over it

and hold a flame
up to the metal

the scratches look like
they're forming patterns

circling around the light.

And that's Oswald.

He's blazing away

and patterns are starting
to revolve around him.

And all we have to do
is keep watching.

[ Sniffs ]

[ Air conditioner humming ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Carbonation hisses ]

[ Hisses ]

[ Hisses ]

[ Knock on door ]

Change of plans.

Got some statistics here.
You'll need to memorize them.

The White House is planning some
sort of rally in Los Angeles.

We might have to move
by the end of the week.

But the good news is
PhiCorp has asked me

to stay at your side full time.

Evidently someone over there
believes you're important.

- Who am I to argue?
- Glorious.

I'll bet that's killing
you, Miss Kitzinger,

because you can't stand
the sight of me.

No I can't.
No sir, not at all.

But it is not my job
to like you.

I will find your coffee.

I will accompany you
to the studio,

recommend whether Diane Sawyer
is better than Piers Morgan.

All that and more,
but between me and you,

it's your hands.

I can't look at your hands

without thinking about
what they did.

You ever wonder why anyone
considers me important?

I'm sure someone's
got a reason.

Wouldn't you like
to know what it is?

Very much so.

How much do you know about
our masters at PhiCorp?

Because I did a little searching
of my own last night.

It's been a long long time
since I was allowed online.

I tried to find out
who's above PhiCorp,

who owns them.

And the strangest
thing happened.

The information
just scattered away.

All sorts of names
and tangents and diversions,

but nothing tangible.

And that's when
I recognized the pattern,

because I've had a lot
of experience

perfecting how
to hide myself online.

And suddenly I'm looking
at someone else

doing the same
but on a massive scale...

worldwide.

I wonder why.

Time to go.

What for?

Central News 3:30.
Isn't that right?

If you would let me finish,
they canceled you.

Apparently they booked
someone else.

Who did they get?

Ellis Hartley Monroe,
the darling of the Tea Party.

She's been looped
on channel 55 all day long

and she's radical.

I think someone's
got to say it.

Dead is Dead.

We are surrounded by people
who should have died.

I'm sorry for them, yes.
But these people fill me with terror.

Am I the only one
brave enough to say it?

They should have perished.
I'm sorry, but they should.

And by persisting, they are
draining the resources

of healthy living citizens.

Now I'm nobody special,

but I'm a mother and a voter
and an American.

And I'd like to think
that that means something.

This is what I want...

- Looks like you've got a rival.
- The Dead is Dead campaign asks...

You'd better think
of a line, Oswald,

or you'll be yesterday's news.

And taken to a place
that's safe.

And I mean safe
for the rest of us.

Monroe: The Dead is Dead campaign
asks that these citizens

be removed from society

and taken to a place
that's safe.

All I got...
a couple aspirin.

Thanks.

Haven't you got family
in California?

No, I'm from New York.

But when you were injured
I went through your file...

There's no one.

Don't speak ill of the dead...

That's the problem
with this job.

- Family always comes second.
- I said there's no one!

Okay?

Because Dead is Dead.

And sometimes segregation
is vital and necessary.

Because these living deceased
should not have equal rights.

No sir.
They should be removed.

They should be contained.

And then they should wait.

Because I believe their passage
to the afterlife has but paused.

And when this miracle ends,
death will find them.

Their time will come
and they will die.

[ Distant couple
arguing loudly ]

Don't shoot.

It's me, Dad.

What the hell are you
doing in my place?

Getting these.

You put them back.
Those are mine.

- Looks like stolen property to me.
- So what if they are?

You gonna arrest me?

C.I.A. agents don't arrest people, Dad.
You know that.

Yeah, then what?

You gonna torture me?

You people, you've
already ruined the world

and now you want to take
away a man's livelihood?

- Somehow this is my fault?
- You and your precious government.

You changed the rules on us.

Don't tell me this ain't
some damn experiment.

I don't want to live forever,

especially like this.

Put the gun down, Dad.

Don't you tell me what to do.
Not in my...

son of a bitch.
Give me that back.

No, you're liable
to shoot somebody.

It ain't even loaded.

Really?

So what if it is?

I need protection
living in this dump.

But you don't have
to live this way.

Don't you understand that?

Don't you pretend to give
a shit if I live or die.

- Come on, please.
- You never cared for anybody

- and you know it.
- Don't give me that. That's bullshit, Dad.

That's bullshit
and you know it.

What did you
come here for, Rex?

Tell me that.

What the hell did you
come here for?

I...

I got hurt, Dad.

I got hurt bad.

So what?

I've been dying out here
for 15 years.

You never once cared.

Get the hell out.

[ Groans ]

So to recap, there's over 100 dedicated
servers identical to that one

inside the PhiCorp building,
all containing corporate data.

But according to
Jilly Kitzinger's information,

# 113 is a secure server

accessible by only
the highest corporate brass.

That's our target.

And when PhiCorp says secure,
they mean secure.

I have never seen firewalls
like this before.

Our only option
is to steal #113,

to physically take it
and cover our tracks

by leaving a duplicate
in its place.

- Which is empty.
- So we damage it. Fire damage.

PhiCorp will think
the information is lost,

not stolen and they
won't overreact.

- [ Rings ]
- Oh, sorry. It's off.

That's your mother, that is.
How do you like that then, eh?

All right, I can scout out the building.
So how are you gonna get me inside?

I don't think so.
Not your mission, Agent Matheson.

You're still
on C.I.A. lists.

It's way too risky to pass
you through security.

- What makes you any better?
- Jack wiped us off the map, remember?

He's got a piece of software that removes
any reference to Torchwood online.

There's no record of us,
unlike you.

Okay, Dead is Dead.
That's me, huh?

Rex, you're a better
strategist than any of us.

Maybe you can figure out
what to do next.

Check this out.

This is the I.T. center where
the servers are housed...

Floor 33, maximum security,
completely enclosed.

We need to gain access,
but it's restricted

with some
heavy-duty biometrics.

Only one man
can gain total access,

the man who designed it...

Nicholas Frumkin.

Well, what kind of biometrics?
I mean, what level?

Every entry needs voice print,
palm print, iris recognition

by him and him alone.

Okay, then I know exactly
what you need to do.

Oh, hey.

[ American accent ] My gosh, look at her.
She is a beauty.

Hey, baby.

Don't I know you?
I swear we've met before.

- You're...
- I'm Nicolas.

That's right.
Nicholas Jackson, isn't it?

- No, Nicholas Frumkin.
- Yeah yeah.

Nicholas Frumkin.
Nicholas Frumkin.

Nicholas Frumkin.

My name's John Smith.

Your baby is just so amazing.

- She's just awesome.
- She's a keeper, isn't she?

Would you mind holding that for me?
Thank you so much.

Look at you.
Wow.

Thank you.
I'll take that off you.

Hey, doesn't she remind
you of our little girl?

Oh, you should see her.

You know, we'd better be moving along.
It's lunch hour, so...

- Oh, there she is.
- There she is.

Her name is Sally Anne
Louise Matilda Jane.

- We couldn't choose.
- She's beautiful.

Thank you, I know.
Look at her little face!

Got it.

So it was awesome meeting you.

- Just super good.
- Yeah, you too.

- See you around.
- Sure thing, hot diggity.

Jack: See you later. Take care.

You're so never doing
that accent again.

I am mortified.
I'm absolutely mortified.

- Vera: I thought you had a system.
- We did have a system.

The system fell apart.
St. Helen's and Open Brook

sent all their patients
here at the same time.

- We can't even move them upstairs.
- Why not?

Second floor, no electricity.

This building has been
abandoned for 20 years.

Then we get all the patients
from Conniston Drive.

But that's a hospice.

The hospices are closing down.
They're redundant.

But their intake is still sick.

So they just sent
them without asking?

You know how long it takes
to process one patient?

Imagine what
we're dealing with.

Hey, the public's
not allowed inside.

Look, just take him.
Take him!

That's his books and his pills
and he likes that old sweater.

You can't just dump him
here with us.

Yeah, well, I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of his piss and his smell.

Everything he eats
he throws up.

Am I supposed to look
after him forever now?

I'm not doing it.
I tried but I can't, okay?

But... but you can't...
ma'am!

[ Crying ]

[ Groans ]

That hallway should be empty.

Go and fetch Mr. Holland.
This is disgraceful.

Doctor, help.

Hey, why don't we get masks?

I know.
I'm sorry,

but we haven't got our
procedures right yet.

Just give us
a little more time.

I don't want to lie next to these.
They're like corpses.

I know, I'm sorry.
But they aren't actually dead.

What if they're infectious?

Can't you take
the baby outside?

It's not safe in here.

They keep talking
about disease.

- Is she yours?
- I don't know who she is.

She's not my problem.
She was just left there.

No one's checked on her in 20 minutes.
It's not my job.

For God's sake, there's not
paperwork with that baby.

There's no I.D.
This is ridiculous.

Find Sally Richter.
Tell her it's an emergency.

Tell her I said so,
Dr. Juarez, City General.

[ Sirens blaring ]

Look at this. And we're
calling it a sterile area?

Teething troubles.

The transfer itself seems
to be working on the whole.

Yeah, until we get cholera.

Dr. Juarez, I told you
this is a temporary measure.

- It's only for a short term.
- Then? What happens next?

- I'm not at liberty to say.
- I am on the medical panel.

One of the panels.
One of the many panels.

One of the 15,
and that's in D.C. alone.

I guarantee plans are being
made and we'll make...

No, that's not fair,
ladies and gentlemen.

The slogan "Dead is Dead" is hardly
appropriate on hospital grounds.

But this project demonstrates
the bold thinking

that we need in America.

Behind me we have people
in the right place.

It's as simple as that.

People in the right place.

Behind those doors they pose
no danger to society.

- Over here!
- [ Reporters clamoring ]

Tiny little problem.

Those cameras were here for me.

I know. It's just a timing
malfunction, that's all.

The moment I lose my platform

I get thrown back to the mob.
And I'm not doing that.

Do you hear me?
I'm never going back.

So if you don't want me
angry with you, missy,

if you don't want
PhiCorp angry with you,

you're gonna put this right.
Is that understood?

Perfectly.

Radio: ...The words of
Ellis Hartley Monroe,

a philosophy which is now
sweeping around the country.

She's put drug campaigners
such as Oswald Danes

in the shade
as her popularity soars.

The Dead is Dead campaign
has connected...

This is why I need your
pledges and support,

not for me,
but for the greater good.

Because I want to fund
a program nationwide

that rebuilds our
wonderful cities,

that zones them to
redistribute the population

in accordance with the miracle.

This would be a new America,

a new world,

a new heaven.

Now it seems to me
we've relied too much

on the pharmaceutical companies,
or as I call them, drug dealers.

Companies like PhiCorp
profit off disaster

and I think that's wrong.

Reporters:
Oswald! Oswald!

[ Reporters clamoring ]

Woman: He's going in, Mrs. Monroe.
Why don't you?

We'll keep these doors closed

because this must be hygienic.

See?
Very hygienic.

He's a brave man.
I wouldn't go in there.

- Do you know who that is?
- Reporter: Oswald!

I think that they
are scared of you.

But not me.

I'm not scared of you.

And how...

after all, how could I be?

Because we're the same.

Yes we are.
I am just the same as you.

I'm so cold.

Oh, it's all right.
Of course.

Of course.
Here, hang on.

Just a moment, please.
There we go.

Everything is will be fine.

There.
How is that?

[ Clamoring ]
Oswald! Oswald!

You've been abandoned,
all of you.

You're the unwanted.

And there are people out there

who are preaching all sorts
of dangerous lies about you.

And who is out there
talking on your behalf?

Hmm?

I'm here to tell you

I will.
I promise I will.

Because you need help.

You need food.

And you need security.

And I swear to you
I will not rest

until those things
are given to you.

And I will help you.

- Man: Bless you.
- Yes, and you.

I'm here to help.

I will help all of you.

Yes, join with me now.

And I can understand your pain,
all of you.

I understand it because I have
suffered the same as you.

I still recognize you
behind that mask.

You bastard.

That's okay.

No, that's fine.

I understand, sir.

I will not hide.

I have come in here
to stand beside you.

And I am proud of that, sir.

I will not hide my face.

[ Clamoring ]

But we're the same.

Don't you see?

I was supposed to die.
I was abandoned.

And I was faithless.

And I was lost.

But look at me.

[ Chuckles ]
Look at me.

I mean after the miracle,

I have risen.

Oh, I have risen

with unending life.

And I can promise all of you

that same rapture.

- [ Clamoring ]
- Oswald, over here!

Please, whoever you are,
this child's been abandoned.

- [ Crying ]
- Can't you get her some help?

Oh, poor little thing.

Of course.
You see, she's fine now.

Dead is not dead.

No, not anymore.

Life is life.

Aw, look at her.

I can promise you
with all my heart,

this little girl
will live forever

and ever and ever.

And ever!

Listen, clear
the damn schedule.

It is Oswald 24/7
from here on out.

- Oh, Dr. Juarez.
- This is disgusting.

I know!

If you think I'm sharing
a camera with that man...

What the hell
am I paying you for?

Get a hold of Fox, tell them
I'm heading for New York.

Hotel then airport.

No, hotel first.
Then I need to see Mr. Coulidge.

Can you find his address?
It's in the book.

This coffee tastes
kind of weird.

[ Alarm chirps ]

- [ Beeps ]
- What do you want?

What's your name, sir?

I'll give you money.

I just need your name,
nice and clear if you could.

Frumkin...
Nicholas Frumkin.

There's an organization,
Mr. Frumkin,

called Torchwood.

Now I'm only telling you this
so you know who's to blame.

Torchwood is about to access
your secure site,

which means I also need access

using your biometrics.

I can tell you how to get in.

There's a code.

No there's not.

There is.
I swear to you,

there's a code that you can use to...
- Shh shh shh.

I'm afraid I studied
all the specifications.

The protocol is quite clear.

I need the biometrics

of poor Nicholas Frumkin.

Which means firstly your voice.

[ Recorder clicks ]

Consider that done.

- And then...
- Please.

Please don't.
Please.

It's your system,
which means it's your fault.

Because the next thing I need
is the palm of your hand.

And then one of your eyes.
But just one.

No!

Don't worry, no one dies.

[ Nicholas screaming ]

Ah!
Whoo!

Everything online?

Yeah.
Good signal.

Those two clowns
should be in position.

I'll go check that 105 access.

You know, I should be
running this operation,

not going to check the road.
I'll be back.

Woman:
Social Services.

Hi. Yes, I'm calling
from F.B.I. police liaison.

I was given this number
by Susan Malpass.

I just need to check
some details on,

let me see,
the name's Drummond.

Sarah Drummond,
King Sovereign Road.

I've got it right here.

Children... Alice, seven
and Melanie, eight.

That's it.

We're just chasing an update.

Well, they're in
the system now.

Right.

I'm sorry.
What does that mean?

It'll take a few days.
They'll stay at Brayden Long Heights

until we can find
them foster homes.

We'll try and keep them together.
It shouldn't be too much of a problem.

I'm sorry.

Are you saying that they've
been removed from the home?

That's right.
This morning at 8:00 a.m.

I thought you said you were
gonna work with the family.

We tried. Of course we did.
But it wasn't considered safe.

And the mother has been
admitted for psych.

She what?

She's been under observation
in the psych ward

under the care of a Dr....
where is it?

Dr. Cottesloe.
That's it.

No report on file yet.

Should be something in tomorrow
or the next couple of days.

What happened?
How did she end up like that?

What did you say your name was?

Where is she?
Where is she now?

I'm sorry, who are you exactly?

Can I ask what's the
reason for this call?

[ Hangs up ]

Okay.
Okay okay.

[ Dialing ]

Access is fine.

Let's see those two
do their stuff.

[ Inhales ]

Okay, here we go.
Good luck.

[ Sighs ]

- What is wrong with good luck?
- It's kids' stuff.

Torchwood keeps treating
this like it's a game.

[ Phone beeps ]

Oh, I'm sorry.
Are we interrupting you?

Who could be sending you
messages right now?

It's just this thing.
It's personal.

- No one should have that number.
- Shh shh, we're in.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I'm here for the training sessions.

Your name?

Yvonne Pallister,
international sales.

Only problem is I don't see
any training going on today.

I got an email last night from
Lorraine in Human Resources.

- I'll call them.
- Okay.

PhiCorp Human Resources.

This is Lorraine.
How may I help you?

Yeah, I have an
Yvonne Pallister down here.

She says there's some kind
of training.

Yes.
Send her right up.

- Floor 21.
- Okay.

- Floor 21. Go on up.
- Thank you.

[ Truck beeping ]

Hold up. Hold up.
Who are you?

- Delivery.
- I don't have anything on my schedule.

It says Human Resources.

[ Dialing ]

Esther:
Human Resources.

Yes, our document shredder
had crapped out.

We had to rush a new one.
Send it on up.

Sure thing.

- Go on up. Need some help?
- No, I'm good.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Hello, handsome.
Love the uniform.

Ditto.
Come on.

Oh, hold on.

Whoever wears heels
to work is heroic.

Why do women put up
with these things? Look at 'em!

The fire department's average
response time is 12 minutes.

When they arrive, Esther's gonna
direct them to the 14th floor.

That should buy us another five minutes
before they start checking other floors.

Let's go, mistress.

[ Alarm blaring ]

Fire on the 14th.

[ Alarm continues ]

P.A.:
Please exit the building.

[ Beeps ]

Computer:
Please state your full name.

Nicholas Frumkin.

Computer:
Please place your right hand

on the sensors as indicated.

Please look closely
at the circle below.

Iris in five.

Computer:
Access granted.

I never thought
that would work.

Computer:
Welcome back, Nicholas.

- They're in.
- Good.

You want to tell me
what's wrong?

My sister...

child protective services...

they took her kids.

And they've got your number?

No, I set up a relay.
It's anonymous, okay?

All right.

And if you really want me
to be heartless, Rex,

I'm the one that reported her.

Happy now?

Server 113.

Little bastard.

[ Phone ringing ]

Now she's on the telephone?
What the hell is wrong with you people?

- Yeah, Anwen all right?
- She's fine.

She's at home.
Look, I know you're busy,

- but I was just phoning about your dad.
- Is he okay?

He's fine.
Same as ever, no change.

I just saw him
and he sends his love.

But I did what you said and I made
a fuss about getting him moved.

Okay look, I haven't got
time for this, sweetheart.

Just tell me,
can you get him out of there?

Yes I can.
Shall I go ahead?

Oh, I love you.
I love you. I love you.

I love you.
Just do it and leave me alone.

Oh, and give Anwen a big kiss.

Okay?
Bye.

- Good luck.
- Okay, go.

Reattach 655-321.

Still, it must have
been tough though.

There's nothing else
I could have done.

She wouldn't even
let me see them.

She had the house
all barricaded up.

Wait, you saw the house?

Well, yeah.

You went by the house?
What if you were followed?

Oh my God,
you're such an idiot.

I'm doing my job, okay?

And then 322-340.

You've compromised the security
of the entire mission!

Come on!

322.

Okay, 324.

- I've lost her.
- What the hell just happened?

Gwen.

Output from the I-5s goes
dead without consciousness.

- Oh, so she's unconscious now?
- I don't know.

I warned you!

Gwen!

Can you hear me?

- It's back.
- Are you all right?

- Oh no.
- Can you hear me?

Who did this, Gwen?

Oh no no.
Please God, no.

God damn it!
This is all your fault!

Come on.
Come on.

Esther, can you override
this elevator?

I can't. The fire department has
closed the whole thing down.

[ Groans ]
Okay.

Rex, it's 33 floors.

66 flights of stairs and you've
got a ruptured chest.

Oh, man.

Good luck.

Ah! Ah!

Jack.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- What happened?
- Man: I did.

I'm so sorry.

Who the hell are you?

Names aren't
important right now.

Oh great, he's cryptic.

What do you want?

Well, clearly you dead.

- Then why am I still alive?
- That's the point.

[ Panting ]

It's got to be said Miracle Day
has hardly been advantageous

for those in my line of work...

the day the killing stopped.

But I can't tell you, Jack,
how wonderful it is,

how truly wonderful it is
to meet somebody

who's mortal.

It's my holy grail.

If he's the only one
that can die,

then it's in your interest
to keep him alive.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

Haven't you noticed
the absence of killing?

Because this captain...

Fascinates me.

[ Gasping ]

I've been paid
to eradicate him.

But that only
makes me wonder why.

- What makes you so different?
- I don't know.

And yet you're the only one
left, the only true human.

If I knew, I would tell you.

I'm trying to find out
the same thing myself.

[ Gasping ]

Yes, I know.
Thank you.

Who employs you?

Don't you have any idea, Jack?

They told me it was
a very long time ago.

Don't you remember?

Who?
Who told you that?

This would be
so simple in the old days.

Tell me what I want...

- Ooh!
- Or I'll slit her throat.

[ Whimpering ]

I keep wondering during
these miraculous days,

would it be better or worse knowing
that her pain will last forever?

[ Gasps ]

[ Whispers ]
I think better.

- Leave her alone.
- Then tell me!

I don't know.

You're very special
to them, Jack.

They trust me enough
to tell me that.

But I hear rumors

of miracles yet to come,

of a new society
being forged here on Earth.

And I'd like to guarantee
my place.

So tell me,

what did you give them
so long ago?

When?

Tell me who's employing you.

You'll never stop them,

for this is who
they certainly are.

They are everywhere.

[ Coughing, gasping ]

Shit.

They are always.

They are no one.

[ Panting ]

They have been waiting
for such a long time...

Searching the world

for a specific geography.

What the hell does that mean?

That means
that they've found it.

And they've made it
magnificent.

- Who are they?!
- They once had names.

Long ago.

- And those names were...
- [ Gunshots ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Groans ]

Oh shit.

He was just about to tell us.

Thanks?

Anybody?
Thanks?

And you shot him in the throat.

Well, Dead is Dead.

It's such an unfortunate
phrase... Dead is Dead.

It's coarse.

I know as a survivor
it's hurtful.

The last thing
that we need right now

is a campaign that's going
to empower the mob.

The words of Oswald Danes

are quickly becoming
a worldwide phenomena.

Today the story of Danes
and the abandoned child

truly went viral.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

As the White House
stays silent we ask

is Oswald Danes now becoming
the voice of the people?

Is he the one true representative
of this miracle age?

You are trending like never
before, you clever bastard.

Miss Kitzinger, you make it
all sound planned.

I was just trying to help
those unfortunate souls.

Well, it's working. Guess what
they're calling you in France.

The Sainted Danes.
[ Laughs ]

That's almost blasphemous.

And now you're a definite
for the miracle rally.

Flights are booked
to Los Angeles.

They want you to speak from the stage
and guess who you're replacing.

Ellis Hartley Monroe?

Ellis Hartley Monroe.
She must be livid.

We contacted the office
of Ellis Hartley Monroe

asking for a response
but they told us Mrs. Monroe

will not be making any statements
for the foreseeable future.

[ Whimpering ]

[ Man's voice ] Mrs. Monroe, we'd like
to apologize.

We're really very
very sorry about this.

Indeed, we'd like
to imagine if time and tides

had flown a different way we
could have almost been friends.

I hope that's some
consolation at the end.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Truth of it is, we liked
your message, Mrs. Monroe.

We liked your style, but we
already have Oswald Danes.

We don't need another.

And certain aspects of your
strategy were revealing our hand

just a little too soon.

And we have been planning
this so carefully

for such a long time.

Because we are everywhere.

We are always.

We are no one.

And soon the families
will rise.

Anything yet?

It's gonna take days, weeks.

But I'm rushing through a primary
sift for basic patterns.

- Good morning.
- Yeah.

Thanks again for saving
my ass yesterday.

I was saving her ass.
You were just gravy.

I'm sorry I made
such a mess of it.

That was your final warning.

You give it any more thought?

That maniac said it was
someone you knew.

Not that easy when you've lived
through thousands of years.

Gonna keep talking
that shit, huh?

Got it.

First basic pattern.
Land prices.

Estimates dating back years.

And they're all linked
to these construction plans.

- Rex: Plans for what?
- They're calling them overflow camps

for all the patients
in I.C.U.

Looks like PhiCorp
is taking charge of them,

like they own them.

They sold some kind
of strategy to the U.N.

PhiCorp and whoever else
is behind them.

But what the hell
are they up to?

Whatever it is,
I bet it ain't good.

- [ Phone rings ]
- Bollocks! Bollocks!

I am so so sorry.

I have been so busy
I didn't ring you back.

But look, I'm gonna call you back in
half an hour and that is a promise.

Calm down.
Don't worry.

I'm phoning with good news, that's all.
It's about your dad.

- What is it? What's happened?
- I said it's good news.

Now stop and listen,
you daft thing.

I've got him onto that
scheme, top of the list.

What scheme?

Government's stepped in
to prop up the N.H.S.

They're spending millions,
they said.

They're building these sort
of camps to help people.

- Overflow camps?
- Aye, that's it.

And I got your dad
inside the South Wales site.

Okay, Rhys, listen to me.

Do not let them go.
Do not let them take my father.

I haven't got time to
explain, just bloody move.

- They just moved him out.
- Then stop them.

Okay? This is bloody PhiCorp, Rhys,
and they are up to something.

[ Sirens blaring ]

Gwen: Move!
Don't let them go!

Just get him back.
Get him back now.

[ Panting ]

Gwen, it's too late.

They've got my dad, Jack.

They've got my dad.

[ Theme music playing ]