Torchwood, Series 4: Miracle Day

Esther:
Torchwood, that wasn't a virus. It's gotta be some sort of malware.

Noah:
It's like nothing I've ever seen. The word "Torchwood" has vanished. It's been eradicated. If you search for "Torchwood," you get no results. Nothing gets no results.

Esther:
There's gotta be something on paper.

Noah:
Shelves are buried. It's all gone. I asked Yvonne. She said it was classified under the 456 regulations. She said you want to stay away.

Esther:
Why?

Noah:
They all died. So the story goes, anyone that worked for Torchwood was killed in action. And they died young.

Vera:
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.

Rex:
But how did I survive?

Vera:
I don't know. But 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.

Rex:
But 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?

Vera:
Rex, now listen to me. Because you might want to 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.

Rex:
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?

Esther:
That man-

Jack:
He was after me, not you.

Esther Why? Why would he want you dead?

Jack:
On the very day that no one's dying? Wish I knew. And what got you so involved?

Esther:
I'm not even 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.

Jack:
I know the feeling.

Esther:
So what is Torchwood?

Jack:
Torchwood no longer exists.

Esther:
Then what was it? Because there were photos in that file of a man who looked just like you, but it said 1939, then 1925. Is he your father?

Jack:
I suppose it must be. [grimaces]

Esther:
Are you all right?

Jack:
Yeah. I hurt my arm.

Esther:
Considering what we just went through, I would say that was a miracle.

Jack:
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.

Esther:
I'm kind of guessing alien doesn't mean foreign.

Jack:
Alien. As in extraterrestrial.

Esther:
Oh, my God.

Jack:
This whole situation worldwide, that's exactly the kind of thing we used to investigate.

Esther:
Torchwood, they said that people died, but there was that other photo. Gwen Cooper. There was no date of death.

Jack:
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.

Esther:
So that first email last night, the one that just said Torchwood? [takes a drink of water]

Jack:
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?

Esther:
What's Retcon?

Jack:
It's a smart drug. Selective amnesia.

Esther:
[realising] No.

Jack:
You won't remember a thing. [catches Esther as she passes out] Nice to meet you, Esther.

Gwen:
Look, intensive care overflow. They've got twelve beds with seventeen patients already. What's gonna happen tomorrow? And the day after that? And the day after that? And the day-

Rhys:
Listen, now. Every time you investigate something, you end up in danger, Gwen.

Gwen:
Because I can help.

Rhys:
Don't you dare.

Gwen:
So you just-

Rhys:
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 going to think the same, aren't they? They're gonna come looking for you with guns like they did the old days.

Gwen:
I suppose, yeah.

Rhys:
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 got to go back.

Gwen:
My dad is sick.

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

Gwen:
Shush, now. Shush.

Rhys:
Think about Anwen. Maybe our daughter's going to live forever.

Gwen:
Don't, okay? Don't make her part of this this thing, okay? Don't. Do you think she could?

Rhys:
Possible, yeah. See, maybe you should let this happen for once.

Jack:
I cut my arm.

Gwen:
Okay. Can't help but thinking there's more important things to be worrying about here.

Jack:
No. I cut my arm. Look at it. It's not healing.

Gwen:
Do you mean...

Jack:
I'm staying hurt.

Gwen:
Oh, my God.

Jack:
I know.

Gwen:
Seriously, though!

Rhys:
It's only a cut.

Gwen:
But it's Jack. Don't you see? The whole world becomes immortal...

Jack:
...And I mortal. I don't mend. I'm normal again. I'm plain old human.

Rex:
You're what?

Jack:
Doesn't concern you.

Gwen:
This thing that's happening to the world, this miracle, it must have something to do with you.

Jack:
Great, so it's my fault?

Gwen:
Can't be a coincidence, Jack.

Rhys:
Of course it's not a coincidence. Doesn't mean to say it's his fault.

Jack:
Rhys, are you defending me?

Rhys:
It's like we all got switched, isn't it? Nothing to do with Jack if the wires got crossed. Everything mortal becomes immortal, so everything immortal becomes mortal. See? I can be useful.

Rex:
Dr. Juarez? It's your favourite patient here, and you have something that I want.

Vera:
You sound like my ex-husband.

Rex:
So, does he call wanting drugs and sex?

Vera:
Yes.

Rex:
Good man, but for now, I'll just settle for the drugs.

Jilly:
There's a good reason the churches are empty. People don't want to hear about Heaven. They'd rather hear from the man who has gazed into Hell itself, and that's you. Frankly I think if the Devil himself were to walk this earth, he'd need representation.

Oswald:
If the Devil himself walked this earth, he'd surely be working in PR.

Gwen:
Looking a little bit worried there, Rex, like this might all be your fault. You put us on this plane. There's no orange tube.

Rex:
Is there something between you two?

Gwen:
What?

Rex:
You and World War Two.

Gwen:
I'm married with a baby.

Rex:
Yeah, married, baby, whatever. You two argue like people who are real close.

Gwen:
Yeah, well, did you have a thing with your poisoner friend over there?

Rex:
Yeah, we did.

Gwen:
Oh, you did?

Rex:
But we got on each other's nerves.

Gwen:
Really? Can't imagine.

[after seeing Lyn's body with her head twisted around 180 degrees]

Esther:
What was that? Was that Lyn? What the hell is going on?

Gwen:
Welcome to Torchwood.

Gwen:
This lemonade. This lemonade's flat.

Esther:
It's lemonade. It's supposed to be flat.

Gwen:
What? Fizzy, fizzy lemonade?

Esther:
It's fizzy in the UK and flat in the US.

Gwen:
Hmm...Just about sums it up.

Jack:
It's like there's some sort of energy behind this. A will, a drive, a consciousness, because this miracle, it's more than people just surviving. They are so alive. You saw Lyn, that woman at the airport. She should have been paralysed but she just kept on going. And I've seen bodies at the morgue, burnt and broken, still alive, staring right at me. They weren't even allowed to be unconscious. It's as if something is willing them to go on, each and every individual forced into life.

Rex:
That was me. All the way through my accident, wide awake.

Gwen:
And you could feel everything that happened? It still hurt?

Rex:
Yeah.

Esther:
So what did the search say?

Jack:
Well, that's the problem. Everybody's had the same idea. Morphic field gets ten million results.

Esther:
Then I'll go through them, all ten million. [to Rex, pointedly] See, that's what I do when I'm at my desk. Hard work.

Rex:
[softly] I know.

Esther:
He cockblocked the ATF.

Gwen:
[laughs] I have no idea what any of that means.

Esther:
The ATF's the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. They asked the CIA about information on a warehouse here in Washington, but Friedkin forwarded the request onto ancillary three times.

Gwen:
What's ancillary?

Rex:
It's a paper chase. It's a guaranteed way to lose something in the system.

Esther:
So if he tried to stop people from seeing the warehouse, then maybe he was paid to protect it, which would indicate there's something in there. It's at Third and Boston, south west.

Rex:
All right, so we've got a mission. First thing we need to do is steal a new car.

Jack:
Ahem. So, who's giving the orders?

Rex:
Okay, Torchwood, what do you say?

Jack:
We need to steal a new car. [grins]

Jack:
I was thinking. About how you're immortal. And I'm dying. And what I wanted to say was... we're good aren't we? You and I? Good team. I missed you.

Gwen:
I was thinking that... If this had happened a bit sooner...

Jack:
I know.

Gwen:
...He'd still be here. Ianto.

Jack:
Dead friends.

Gwen:
I'm sorry.

Jack:
I wish he was here now. Not much of a team, is it? But we've still got each other. You and me. Just like the old days.

Oswald:
I felt her life leave, and she left through me. You know that feeling. I think you do. And I relive it, every single night, because that was the best moment of my life.

Jack:
Now I understand. You're doing all this because you're searching for one thing. One simple thing. Execution. We're without death, so you get to live. And it's killing you.

Oswald:
I'm asking you now to join with me, in this enterprise, as we all walk across the fragile skin of this wide world together. The future is now endless. And it's terrifying, I'm offering you my hand to walk on this long journey. Together. Walk with me. That's all I ask. Walk with me.

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

Sarah:
Don't go to Boston. 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.

Esther:
Sarah, that's just what they're saying online. It's not that bad.

Sarah:
But we've changed. All of us, didn't we? Something in the air infected us. It made us godless.

Esther:
Let me in. Let me see the girls.

Sarah:
I'm not letting them out. They can't come outside. I won't let them.

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

Rex:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me ask you something. What is this Dead is Dead shit? I see posters all over the place.

Vera:
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?

Rex:
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.

Vera:
And that's the only reason you called me?

Rex:
Well, you are the doctor.

Vera:
What are you doing in LA?

Rex:
I never said I was in LA.

Vera:
Well, it might surprise you to learn that I haven't got my own private network of drug runners on the West Coast.

Rex:
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.

Vera:
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. I'm busy. Thank you, Rex.

Rex:
You are so gonna call me back.

Vera:
I am so not.

Jack:
Our greatest problem is that what's happened to the world is invisible. Quite by chance Oswald's found himself right at the heart of it. George Elliot 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 Oswald. He's blazin' away. The patterns are starting to revolve around him. And all we have to do is keep watching.

Oswald:
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, so...I tried to find out who's above Phicorp. Who owns them. But 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.

The Cousin:
Mrs. Monroe. We'd like to apologize. We're really very sorry about this. Indeed we'd like to imagine if time and tides had flown in a different way, we could have almost been friends. I hope that's some consolation. At the end. 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.

Gwen:
So listen, Category One is bad, yes?

Vera:
Yeah. That's people with no brain function or anyone who would normally have died. They're now officially Category One.

Jack:
Ordinary people are Category Three.

Vera:
Right. That's people with no injuries, nothing. They're fine. Then Category Two is everyone in-between. People who are alive and functioning with an illness or injury that's gonna persist, but not kill.

Rex:
Like me.

Vera:
Yes, like you.

Rex:
Wait a minute. When I got hurt, I should have died. I was Category One. But now I'm healing, so I'm Category Two. So which one am I?

Vera:
Well, that's the point. People don't fit categories.

Jack:
Worse than that, this process has given the United Nations a definition for life which is therefore a definition of death. The government now has the power to decide whether you're dead or alive. No one should have that much control.

Jack:
He's on his way.

Vera:
Right, I'm gonna follow. I phoned Washington and pulled a few strings. I've got observer status.

Jack:
No, no, no. Wait a minute. That's why we sent Rex.

Vera:
I am not a member of Torchwood, so you can't give me instructions. And I need to see that place for myself. I was on the panels, Jack. I helped set these things up.

Esther:
Any trouble, I can help get her out.

Jack:
...Okay. I'm going with you. I don't know, I could be your... assistant.

Esther:
We told you, not a chance. That assassin said that you're too connected. And besides, you're too fragile, Mortal Man. [she kisses him on the cheek]

Jack:
All I get is a kiss?

Esther:
You look after yourself. You're unique. You're Category Jack, so don't you go getting into trouble.

Oswald:
Jack Harkness. I could accuse you of having an obsession with me.

Jack:
What happens after this, Oswald? When the fever dies down and the world wakes up to the fact that a murderer's standing center stage? Somewhere out there those men are waiting for you in the dark.

Jack:
End the miracle. And you can die. You're cursed with intelligence. Clever enough to know who you are. And wise enough to want it to end. You help me and I promise I will help you to die.

Oswald:
The truth is I know what I am. I know what you are too. Yes, I do. Each and every one of you. Because I know for certain what has happened to the human race. I know, because this has happened before. Fifty thousand years BC. What's called the great leap forward. Human beings suddenly, we started to bury our dead. We created art and money. And love. They loved. They learned to love. We made a leap from animal to human. And now, right now, in our very own lifetimes it has happened again. The next great leap. We have made it from animal to human to what? This is the question. After Miracle Day, what are we now? I know. This is something I know. Because I am the man who has lost Heaven forever. So I can feel the truth of it. I'm telling you, man has risen again! Now, he has a new name. And his name is Angel. Angel. Angel. We are angels. We have been helped. We have been purified. We have been given life unending. We are the first angels on Earth. And I promise you this, there are even those who have been planning for this. The agents of angels in this brand new world. I'm telling you right now, they stand amongst us. Yes! For this is my revelation!

Rex:
My name is Rex Matheson. I'm with the CIA. I'm on an operation inside the San Pedro Overflow. No, strike that. I'm not with the CIA. Or a US government authority. I'm with Torchwood. And we're gonna expose everything that's going on here. Everything that I've just witnessed. [takes painkillers] They're calling them Category One's, and from what I've seen, don't ever let them call you that. The minute you hear "Category One," you better get the hell out of Dodge. Because they are going to burn you. That's what this place is for. Incineration. And we all know the drill. They'll start with the category ones. The ones who can't protest. Then they'll go on to convicted felons or illegal immigrants-hell, anyone we just don't like. Because everybody gets sick. Which means one day everybody ends up here. Those ovens are waiting for all of us. But I will tell you one thing: I'm gonna find the bastard that killed Vera. Oh, yeah, and I'm gonna burn his ass.

Jack:
The truth.

Stewart:
About what?

Jack:
The Miracle. How was it done? Why was it done? How can it be undone?

Stewart:
Why would I have the answer?

Jack:
When the day came, PhiCorp was ready. We found warehouses stocked with painkillers waiting for the Miracle to come along.

Stewart:
That's your smoking gun?

Jack:
You're a man in charge. You knew it was coming.

Stewart:
Mister...?

Jack:
Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness.

Stewart:
Are you with the military?

Jack:
Freelance. I represent the people who are trying to stop PhiCorp.

Stewart:
So that security breach on the thirty third floor?

Jack:
That was us.

Stewart:
It's not me you're after. In fact I've been trying to find out the truth just as much as you. I'm not a bad man, Mr. Harkness.

Jack:
Captain.

Stewart:
I'm not a bad man, Captain. I'm not a good one either. I'm a middle man in every sense of the word. And faced with the thought of being who I am for God knows how long, I'm just as keen as you to find out exactly what's going on. Especially with the stock market threatening to collapse, a man like me needs insurance. You don't believe me. You think I'm the epitome of evil, the devil in a three piece suit.

Jack:
In my experience, that's how it works.

Stewart:
You're experience must be rather simple. You have a rather archaic view of good versus evil, don't you?

Jack:
Tell me who's behind this.

Stewart:
I've been trying to find out. I've sent agents all over the world following the paper trail, the backroom deals, the holding companies within holding companies. That's when I came face to face with the true face of evil.

Jack:
The system itself.

Stewart:
Precisely. If the schemes and conspiracies are being plotted, then they must be seen only as patterns, waves, shifts that are either too small or too vast to be perceived. Someone is playing the system right across planet Earth with infinite grace, beyond any one person's sight. No, I'm sorry, Captain, but PhiCorp isn't controlling this. Profiting, yes, but this is part of a much larger design way beyond any of us.

Jack:
But how can you be part of it and not know what's going on?

Stewart:
Let me give you an example. These warehouses full of drugs, no doubt you'd love to uncover an incriminating memo dated the day before Miracle Day signed by me authorising the stockpiling of painkillers. The truth is, a pattern like that began say maybe five years ago with the systematic increase in production in random factories around the world, based on market share projections. What was the warehouse?

Jack:
Washington DC, Third and Boston.

Stewart:
I'd imagine transportation of the drugs to the Third and Boston was then carried out over a twelve month period by, say, maybe five different haulage companies outsourced to seven or eight different independent suppliers.

Jack:
So that means everyone's to blame.

Stewart:
Everyone and no one. Whoever's behind this, they don't show themselves. Not to me, not to you. But to play the system like this-the markets, the politics, industry-they had to be planning this for a very long time. I wish I knew who they were.

Jack:
I was told that the miracle involves geography. Does that mean anything?

Stewart:
No. But there is one word that my operatives picked up dating back to the mid-nineties and then erased.

Jack:
What is it?

Stewart:
The Blessing.

Jack:
What does it mean?

Stewart:
There was a document from Italy, from a source inside the Council of Ministers. A contact then-deceased. It simply referred to the Blessing. It said, "They have found The Blessing."

Gwen:
You watching?

Jack:
I'm here. And I've opened up the radio link. Make your message.

Gwen:
This is the truth for the whole world to see. We let our government build concentration camps. They built ovens for people in our names. Now I don't care if the whole of society bends over and takes this like a dog. I'm saying...No. [she blows the complex]

Jack:
That's my girl.

Rex:
Well all the guards are going. Regular army's coming in. They'll shut it down.

Esther:
It was sanctioned. By the government. And they've got my name. They've got my name, I was on staff as Esther Drummond.

Rex:
Esther, listen. Stop it, okay? Just stop it. You saved me.

Esther:
I spent all that time wanting a job like yours. Look at me now.

Rex:
It's okay. You're allowed to feel like this. Come here. [he kisses her forehead] But listen to me. This is not over. Not for Torchwood. And I need you in this fight. So get it together. And do it fast.

Esther:
Done. I'm fine now. I'm ready.

Rex:
Yeah. Me too.

Lenses:
We have your mother. We have your husband. We have your child.

Gwen:
Who... Who are... Who are you? What do you want? What do you want?!

Lenses:
Bring us Jack.

Jack:
[regains consciousness] I'm tied down. Why am I tied down?

Gwen:
They're in my eyes.

Jack:
What?

Gwen:
They're in my eyes. The contacts, they're in my eyes. Somebody's taken Anwen, Rhys, my mother, the whole bloody family. And they've said if I bring you, they'll let them go unharmed. Don't try moving. You'll never get out of those knots.

Jack:
My hands are asleep. And my feet. You tied my feet?

Gwen:
Of course I did, stupid. Otherwise you'd get out of the car, knock me out and turn the car around.

Jack:
Are you sure they have your family?

Gwen:
I phoned a hundred times. There's no reply. They've got them.

Jack:
I want to talk to the lenses. Look at me so I can talk to them.

Gwen:
Why do you always keep thinking you can tell me what to do?

Jack:
Pull over, or look into the rear view. Just, please, let me talk to them.

Gwen:
Don't cock this up, okay?

[Gwen looks at Jack in the rear view mirror]

Jack:
Listen, whoever you are, there's more than one way to play this. Are you listening?

Gwen:
Yeah, there's a cursor. They're there.

Jack:
You want me? Let her family go and I'll come to you alone.

Gwen:
Tell them they can have me too.

Jack:
No, just me. Let Rhys go, let Anwen go, let her mother go free. You guys, you know what? Here I am. You got me.

Gwen:
Nothing.

Jack:
Give them a minute.

Gwen:
There's just nothing now.

Jack:
Maybe they're thinking about it.

Gwen:
My mother's name is Mary. Mary! You've known me all this time and you can't remember her name?

Jack:
All right, I'm sorry, okay?

Gwen:
Yeah, well, you should be, because this is all your fault. They want to kill you, but why do they want to do that?

Jack:
I don't know.

Gwen:
What have you done?

Jack:
I don't know!

Gwen:
Well you've done something haven't you? Way back when in that long bloody life of yours. God, you've lived so long you can't remember half of it! Now you think. Think! What the hell have you done?

[On an alien encountered during a past adventure]

Jack:
It's a parasite. Like a bug.

Angelo:
A parasite? Tell me more about it.

Jack:
Good man. It's a species of brainspawn treated as vermin on more than 150 planets that I know and valued as dinner on one other. It tastes like oysters.

Angelo:
You did not.

Jack:
I had to be polite. Now this part drills into the brain of the host and deposits its larvae there. Little worms, sharp as needles, pushing into the brain very slowly. You go insane, but it takes years. Franklin Roosevelt, he's going to be elected Governor of New York this November. But he wouldn't start making the really crazy decisions until his second term as President. Result, America destabilises, pulls out of the war, Germany rises, the Third Reich triumphant and there's a whole new history sprawling out.

Angelo:
You mean someone is changing the future?

Jack:
Destroying it. Turning order into chaos and feeding off the results.

Angelo:
Who would do such a thing? These people above Maranzano?

Jack:
They're just being used by someone called the Trickster's Brigade. Believe me, you don't want to meet them.

Angelo:
What sort of men are they?

Jack:
They're not men at all. They're not even human.

Gwen:
It's me.

Jack:
What do you mean?

Gwen:
It's me. I caused this. I made this happen. I knew Torchwood was toxic, right from the moment I joined up, the very first day, but I stayed.

Jack:
I'm glad you did.

Gwen:
Stop being so nice. We left nice behind a hundred miles back. I'm trying to be honest, okay? Because do you know what the worst thing is of all? Out of all the shit we have seen, all the bloodshed, all the horror...You know what is worse than all that? I loved it. I bloody loved it. And I'd keep telling Rhys I was sorry, and I'd say to little Anwen I'm sorry, but I loved it so much. I knew things no one else knew and, oh, I felt so special. And when we lost people, it was so, so big, and I could say it was worth it. Because the bigger it was, the more important I was. And the more people we lost, the more that meant I was a survivor...and I was better than them. My God, this is all my fault and now they've got my beautiful little girl and I wished this on her.

Jack:
I used to think the same about Torchwood.

Gwen:
That's what I'm saying. Have you got what I'm saying to you, Jack? What I'm saying is, no more! Because I know exactly what you're thinking, Jack; "She won't do this, not really. Not my Gwen." "No, Gwen, she can't hurt me. Gwen loves me. She'd never harm me." And, well, this is about my daughter. And I swear for her sake, I will see you killed like a dog right in front of me if it means her back in my arms. Understood?

Jack:
Understood. And let me tell you. Now that I'm mortal, I'm gonna hang onto this with everything I've got. I love you, Gwen Cooper, but I will rip your skin from your skull before I let you take this away from me. Understood?

Gwen:
Understood. I feel like I know you now better than I've ever done before.

Jack:
Yeah. Right at the end.

Gwen:
Mmm. Right at the end.

Jack:
Time to move on. But not with you.

Angelo:
I'm sorry. I was terrified, Jack. They said you were the devil, but other people said you were a blessing.

Jack:
Something happened to me once, a long way away. Time itself changed me to a fixed point. And now I can't die. I suffer and I perish, but I always come back. I've lived through a lot of Earth's past and a lot of its future. And I'll keep on living this life forever.

Angelo:
In the future, are we together?

Jack:
What does it matter?

Angelo:
Are we together?

Jack:
We can't be, because one day you're gonna die and I won't.

Angelo:
Then we forget the future. We make the moment now. We make a promise and we go forward.

Jack:
Angelo, don't.

Angelo:
What? You're lonely too. You said you want a companion.

Jack:
Don't make me do this.

Angelo:
You're not going without me.

Jack:
Just let me go.

Angelo:
But you can't. I'm never gonna let you go. I could travel this whole wide world, but where would I find another man like you? Please, don't leave me on my own.

Jack:
I'm sorry, Angelo, but this is the story of my life. It always ends the same way - you kill me. [he stands at the edge of the roof] Men like you... You kill me... [he falls backwards off the building and then disappears]

Gwen:
You're gonna live.

Jack:
It's a talent of mine.

Gwen:
I meant every word I said.

Jack:
So did I.

Gwen:
Good. [to Olivia] And as for you, you'd better pray that death comes back to this planet by the time I'm finished with you.

Jack:
So tell us who you are before I let her loose.

Olivia:
I don't see that anything's changed. You're still coming with me.

Jack:
Why would I do that?

Olivia:
You'll want to come with me because I can take you to the one man who knows how the Miracle began.

Jack:
Who's that?

Olivia:
Angelo. Angelo Colasanto. He's waiting for you, Jack. He's been waiting for such a very long time.

Olivia:
He talked about you all the time, Jack. His immortal man in old New York. He never forgot.

Rex:
You're telling me the whole world got screwed because two gay guys had a hissy fit?

Gwen:
Rex, get back in your cave.

Rex:
Come on, give me a break.

Olivia:
You inspired him. You proved immortality was possible. And he devoted the rest of his life to finding out how to live forever.

Jack:
And he did it? He's still alive? He's still young?

Olivia:
Oh yes, he's still alive. Angelo Colasanto is still very much alive... But he's not young.

Shapiro:
So, these are the Torchwood clowns?

Gwen:
Torchwood did more to piece this together than the entire CIA.

Shapiro:
You're that English girl, Cooper...Have I got that right?

Gwen:
No, I'm not English. And I'm not a girl.

Esther:
Gwen, this is Allen Shapiro. Don't. Really, don't.

Gwen:
Well, he's not scaring me. Hello.

Shapiro:
I am sick of her already. Can we deport her? Let's deport her.

Jack:
Hey, hey, hey, leave her alone.

Gwen:
Don't you dare.

Rex:
Don't touch her.

Gwen:
Don't you dare.

Rex:
Sorry, sir. With all due respect, Gwen Cooper's proven herself to be extremely useful. I think it's worth keeping her on our side.

Shapiro:
Did you sleep with her?

Gwen:
[outraged] Pardon me?!

Shapiro:
Because most women that bitter, you've slept with. [to Esther] Did you make that mistake?

Esther:
No. No, sir, I did not.

Shapiro:
Esther Drummond. Rex said you did a good job out in the field.

Esther:
Thank you, sir.

Shapiro:
In my opinion you deserted your post. I'm docking your pay. [to Jack] And what is it with you, Red Baron? You got Snoopy up your ass?

Gwen:
[snorts] That's funny.

Jack:
: While you're wasting time, Mister Shapiro, we've got the names of the people who are responsible for causing the Miracle. I suggest we get to work.

Shapiro:
Torchwood is going to work for the CIA?

Jack:
I think the CIA can work for Torchwood, if you're lucky.

Shapiro:
We've got a plane ready and waiting twenty minutes away. The sooner we pool our resources, the sooner we can end this thing. All right, let's go. Everybody out.

Jack:
What about him (Angelo)? We've got a very sick man here.

Shapiro:
Didn't you read the news? Nobody dies. Now, there's a nurse around here somewhere. You got two minutes. Don't leave them alone. [leaves]

Gwen:
Jack...did we just join the CIA?

Jack:
I think we did.

[After Angelo dies]

Shapiro:
How? Only him, no one else. The only man in the whole wide world to die. The Miracle continues minus Mr Colasanto. So how did he do it? We've taken the body for autopsy. Any idea what we're gonna find?

Jack:
I don't know. We should go.

Shapiro:
No, no, no, no. Nobody is leaving. This house is secure.

Jack:
It's not a crime scene.

Shapiro:
Are you sure about that? Dying of old age can now be considered a crime. Something happened here, and we are going to search this place for every last bit of information. And nobody is going to leave until we know exactly what happened. So you can stay just where you are, Captain.

[Shapiro leaves. Jack sits on Angelo's bed]

Gwen:
I'm sorry.

Jack:
Yeah.

Gwen:
And you really don't know what happened to him? What is it, Jack? Come on, what's wrong? Are we in trouble?

Jack:
Yes.

Gwen:
We're in trouble because he died?

Jack:
Yeah.

Gwen:
But why?

Oswald:
What's Category Zero?

Jilly:
What's what?

Oswald:
What's Category Zero, and why does my whore know about it?

Jilly:
...Ah. Clever girl. Well, that's what you get for employing someone who sleeps with senators. She's been listening.

Oswald:
Tell me, what's Category Zero?

Jilly:
Look, Oswald, did you really think it would never come to an end, your freedom? There's an emergency mandate being passed through Congress defining a new Category Zero, meaning people who have earned themselves a place in the ovens for moral reasons.

Oswald:
They want to burn me alive?

Jilly:
Oswald, you were always sentenced to death. What you had was a wonderful delay. And now it's time for that adventure to come to an end.

Oswald:
But, people love me.

Jilly:
Television loves you. It's a different thing.

Esther:
[about the Null Field] How does it work?

Jack:
I can't tell you. That's the point. Just listen to me. I knew this stuff the second I saw it. Yes, it's alien technology. The only examples of it on Earth were in the Torchwood Hub. They were buried in the ruins.

Esther:
But Angelo had people watching.

Jack:
He must have salvaged it, knowing the Miracle was coming.

Esther:
So what did he do? Trigger it with your DNA or something?

Jack:
Maybe that was revenge, or maybe giving me a clue. But there's only one course of action left now. You have to get me out of here.

Rex:
Are you crazy?

Jack:
Turn your head.

Rex:
Jack, listen to me. The CIA is not the enemy. That's why I brought them in. Don't you understand? You don't-

[an agent walks past, they quickly pretend to be examining the lattice]

Jack:
Keep your head down. Be calm.

Rex:
Look, you don't need to run anymore, okay? We can protect you.

Jack:
There's a reason why Torchwood was secret. We kept things hidden from the human race. This technology is a science the world should never know.

Esther:
How can you know that?

Jack:
I know, Esther, because I've seen the future. I've walked the future world and breathed its air. And this technology would send it to damnation. Just imagine the stealth technology of a null field hiding bombs, hiding planes, shielding one side from radiation while the other side burns. This thing would be the end of us. This timeline would be terminal.

Esther:
He's right.

Rex:
Whose side are you on?!

Esther:
Even if the government... Even if the government had this one panel and they put people inside and they died, it's the same thing as the ovens. It's control over life and death, and we've seen that that doesn't work.

Jack:
But you trust me, don't you? Both of you? After all we've done? Please, I'm begging you, get me out of here. Look, this is the Alpha plate. Without it this is just a bunch of metal. You've got to get me and the plate away from this house.

Rex:
Jack, listen to me. We can't, okay? We are the CIA and this is a genuine CIA operation.

Jack:
This is history, Rex. This is everything. Please, get me out.

Rhys:
Now you tell me. Tell me quickly, you bastard! You murdering bastard! Come on! Tell me before I get the boys round. Before I shout your name out loud in the street and fetch the bloody mob, tell me, what do you want?!

Oswald:
Jack Harkness. The men who smuggled me into this country, they brought Harkness in seven weeks ago and they brought him to you. And then you, in turn, found him a haven. Now I paid good money for your name, Gwen Cooper, so I really need to see Jack. And you will do exactly what I ask.

Gwen:
Why should I?

Oswald:
Because I have a name. I have the name of a man. I have the name of the man who created the Miracle.

Oswald:
One man's name keeps reoccurring. Kitzinger was employed to send him information. And his name's Harry Bosco.

Gwen:
Harry Bosco.

Oswald:
His name, over and over again.

Gwen:
Esther? Harry Bosco.

Esther:
Sorry.

Gwen:
What, can't you search him?

Esther:
You think you're clever, Oswald? Is that really all you had?

Oswald:
It's a name.

Esther:
Harry Bosco isn't a man. Harry Bosco's a process. It goes back to Vietnam. It was the first war to be televised and the government didn't want US networks taking feed directly from the Vietnamese, because for the first time information was beyond their control. So they put agents into every newsroom, every major TV network, filtering the output for the public. Cleverest of them all was a man called Harry Bosco.

Jack:
What did he do?

Esther:
He'd alter information. It was subtle. He did it by mistranslation. He couldn't censor or change, but he could manipulate the English translation. Change one word, change the entire meaning. If you say victims instead of bodies, you influence public opinion. All the channels Harry Bosco these days.

Rhys:
So that's it? Dead end? Done? You finished with him? Can I have him now?

Oswald:
Could you keep your dog on his leash?

Rhys:
Watch it, pal.

Oswald:
My point still stands. The name's still important because Kitzinger works in PR. Why would she be handling this Harry Bosco process?

Esther:
To be fair, it's a good question. Why would the families hire Jilly to do all this in the first place?

Jack:
What's she translating?

Esther:
What's she mistranslating? Because the three families changed their name, now Jilly's changing words? Maybe they're connected.

Jack:
I think I can get us in. Back in the old days, Torchwood tracked down a black market trade in alien artefacts coming out of China. Skullion metal and coins, things like that. We closed it down but the route stayed open for arms dealing.

Esther:
We're gonna trust arms dealers?

Gwen:
I don't care. I'll do it.

Esther:
Okay, okay, wait. What about Buenos Aires?

Gwen:
I don't know. Which city is it?

Rhys:
It's both, you bunch of nuts. You can't see for looking, can you? Eh? Look. Right, Shanghai, Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires, Shanghai. Opposite sides of the world. Quite literally, opposite sides of the Earth, yeah? Yeah? So whatever's going on, there's got to be something connecting them.

Gwen:
Are you kidding me? Is that right?

Esther:
They're antipodes. They're the antipodes of each other. Two massive population centres balanced on either side of the planet.

Oswald:
As the old saying goes, count your blessings, because it turns out there's two of them.

Gwen:
But what does it mean?

Esther:
Look at the PhiCorp logo. The letter phi, a circle with a line through it. It's been right there in front of us staring us in the face all this time.

Gwen:
A line through the world?

Jack:
The Blessing. The Miracle.

Esther:
But what is it?

Jack:
We need to find out. We can get into Argentina no problem.

Esther:
Maybe we need to get into both, Jack. Maybe you should go one way.

Jack:
And you the other.

Esther:
Buenos Aires.

Jack:
Shanghai.

Gwen:
So this is what we're doing? A mission on both sides of the world?

Jack:
Biggest mission yet.

Gwen:
Suppose it is, yeah.

Oswald:
And you're taking me with you.

Gwen:
No way.

Rhys:
No, no, no. I've got, I've got better plans for you, bub.

Oswald:
And that's your problem, isn't it, Gwen? You can't let me walk free. Not a man with my desires. And you can't have me arrested. Not now that I know all about your little plans.

Rhys:
They can leave you here with me.

Oswald:
Well, that's just it, you joyous man. You've just trapped your wife completely. Leave me here with him and I think he would. I actually think he would. Your husband would kill me. He'd make me Category One with his own bare hands. You would kill me, wouldn't you?

Rhys:
Yeah.

Oswald:
Is that what you want? No. I'm coming with you. There's no choice. There's not a choice in the whole of the world. Okay?

The Mother:
You must feel terrible.

Jilly:
No, I'm fine.

The Mother:
No, I mean you really must. That's what The Blessing does to you the closer you get. You're scared, am I right? Your skin's a little too tight. There's something just out of the corner of your eye you can't quite see, hmm?

Jilly:
Yes.

The Mother:
You never get used to it. Come this way, Miss Kitzinger.

Jilly:
It's Miss Meredith.

The Mother:
I don't really care. The men enjoy those sorts of games. But the feeling, it started as soon as we dug deep enough. I think it's The Blessing's attempt to communicate.

Jilly:
Then it's a living thing?

The Mother:
Oh, we have no idea. But certainly The Blessing sends some sort of impact back at the onlooker. [Jilly is led to a warehouse and into a goods lift] We have a theory. We say The Blessing shows you to yourself. I've seen people look upon The Blessing and end their lives. There's a brilliant truth about that, because each and every time that person was hiding something vile. Isn't that wonderful? It's exhilarating, the damage it does. I wonder what you'll see.

[Gwen discovers that Jack's wound is getting worse]

Gwen:
Idiot. You idiot. You told me that was healed. You're not better at all, are you? Let me see.

Jack:
Sorry.

Gwen:
It's okay. I got you. Okay, I got you. I got you.

[Gwen helps Jack onto a bunk bed]

Jack:
I'm so sorry.

Gwen:
It's all right. Don't be sorry. I've got you. Okay, let me take a look. Oh, honestly. [rips off his bandage] Oh, God.

Jack:
Gwen...

Gwen:
If I had known it was this bad, Jack, you'd never have come.

Jack:
It got worse when we arrived. Ah!

Gwen:
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay, I got you.

[Oswald watches as a drop of Jack's blood drips from the bandage onto the floor then moves across the floorboards]

Jack:
Fine place to die, in old Shanghai.

Gwen:
You're not dying. Don't say that.

Jack:
I'm tired, Gwen. This mortal life, it hurts so much.

Oswald:
Well, now. Can't say I've been to China before, so I'm not well versed in their customs. But I've got to say I never knew about that. [Jack and Gwen also watch the travelling blood drops] Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gwen:
It's your blood. No wonder it's killing you. I think, I think it's showing us the way. It's The Blessing. It's somewhere over there. And I think whatever it is, it's calling you, Jack.

The Mother:
I knew it.

Jilly:
What's happening?

The Mother:
You're about to meet the creator.

Jilly:
It's that soldier.

The Mother:
Hmph.

Jilly:
He's with Oswald?

[As Gwen, Jack and Danes come down in the lift, the Mother goes to meet them. Her guards have their guns ready]

The Mother:
Captain Jack Harkness. At last.

Oswald:
No, no, no, no, this isn't about Jack. No, ma'am. Excuse me, but it's not at all. My name is Oswald Danes. Well. Hmm. Good evening, Miss Kitzinger. You've been promoted. And this is the new empire you're servicing? My, my, my, my, my, my, my.

The Mother:
With all due respect, Mr Danes, you're a by-product of the Miracle. Not really relevant at all.

Oswald:
That's what the Captain said. He tried to tell me that my life has become a very small thing. Tiny. And yet right here, right now, at the very end, I would describe myself differently. I would call myself vital. [Danes opens his coat to reveal a suicide jacket of explosives. He arms the trigger] Madam, you're a fine woman. You should be careful now, very careful indeed. It seems like you've been planning some kind of an explosion, but I'd love to make sure you're still inside.

Jack:
Advantage Torchwood.

The Cousin:
Well, I'm afraid we have a major disagreement here in Buenos Aires. I'd say advantage Families. Say hello to your friends.

Jack:
What's that supposed to mean?

Rex:
He means us.

Gwen:
Rex? Oh my God. And Esther?

Esther:
I'm here. They caught us.

Gwen:
Just glad to hear you're alive.

The Cousin:
I'll swap your standoff for my standoff. [aims his gun at Esther's head]

Rex:
Don't you do it.

The Cousin:
But nobody dies. She'll keep on living, just perforated.

Rex:
Threaten me, you coward, not her.

Esther:
Rex. Hey, I'm okay.

Jack If you hurt her, we've got explosives here ready to go.

Oswald:
And don't imagine I won't. Whatever happens here tonight, there's no place on Earth that I can go, and I wasn't planning on coming out of here alive.

The Cousin:
[lowers his gun] So, who's gonna lose their nerve first?

Jack:
The thing is, we don't need explosives or guns or threats, because I've got the most powerful thing of all. [walks to the cleft in the world and cuts his finger. His blood flies into it] It wants me. Mortal blood. The only one in the whole world. So I suggest you're very careful with me, okay?

Oswald:
And if you fail to take the Captain's advice, you can certainly come to oblivion with me. Jack, you're the future man. You've seen wonders beyond this world, so tell us of these Blessings and Miracles.

Rex:
So, you found The Blessing and you worked out this morphic field.

The Cousin:
The Blessing exists in a symbiotic relationship with the human race. It transmits a morphic field around the planet, binding us together like magnetism, like sunlight.

Esther:
But finding it wasn't enough. You had to experiment on it.

The Cousin:
No, we fed it.

The Mother:
We fed it the blood of an immortal. We had one remarkable artifact. We found a second remarkable artifact. The combination was inevitable.

Gwen:
So the Blessing absorbed the blood, copied it like a new template. So, the system changed its setting.

Jack:
You know why it did that? I think you hurt it. It was being attacked, so it took the blood pattern and made it a gift. It's exerting itself to sustain every person on the planet. This whole Miracle, it's trying to be kind.

Rex:
You've seen immortality. I'm living it. Why would you want this?

The Cousin:
This is only stage one.

Gwen:
But you ruined the world out there!

The Mother:
The Miracle shocked the economy. The economy collapsed. We tear down in order to rebuild. And now it's almost within sight. The new world.

Gwen:
Yeah, with no room for the poor, the weak or the ones that don't fit in.

The Mother:
That's the way the world works. Now, we're just making it official. The families have just been waiting. Now we can step in to control the banks. The banks control government. The government controls people. Soon we'll be able to decide who lives, how long, where and why.

Jilly:
It's about time!

Gwen:
Oh, great. So it's the world according to Kitzinger, is it?

Jilly:
Listen, you can bleed your liberal heart all over the place, but are you really gonna tell me the world was working before? Because I have worked for the rich and the powerful and the obese. I have stared into the high end of Western society and let me tell you, it is like shovelling an open sewer. These families, they want to make the world fitter, more compact, more disciplined. And I like the sound of that. That sounds like salvation.

Jack:
But before you launched this brave new world, you had to deal with one more thing. Yeah. Me.

Esther:
So as soon as the Miracle happened, you sent the Torchwood email.

The Cousin:
His blood endangers the plan. We had to draw him out into the open.

Jack:
Well, you failed. I got to Shanghai. I've got the only mortal blood on the planet. If it gets into The Blessing, life switches back. I can make the whole world mortal.

[As Jack is about to slit his wrist, the Mother laughs]

The Mother:
No.

The Cousin:
Oh, no.

The Mother:
Sadly not.

The Cousin:
He's not listening.

The Mother:
He doesn't seem to get it.

The Cousin:
No, no, no.

The Mother:
Polar dynamics, Jack.

The Cousin:
Everything on this axis operates in a polar dynamic field.

The Mother:
You could reset the Blessing, your blood could make the whole world mortal again, but only by introducing it to both cities at once.

The Cousin:
Blood in Buenos Aires.

The Mother:
Blood in Shanghai.

The Cousin:
Entering The Blessing simultaneously.

The Mother:
That's how we fed it.

The Cousin:
That's how we made the world immortal.

The Mother:
And for you, I'm sorry, it's impossible.

The Cousin:
You did very well, almost worked it out, but all that spare blood of yours went up in flames.

The Mother:
So I'm just gonna have to kill you. [gives an order to her Chinese henchmen]

Jack:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa.

The Mother:
Jack, I know how your mind works. Even now you're ferociously calculating how you can get your blood to the other side of the world. But I can't allow that. Absolutely not.

Oswald:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm warning you, I'll do it.

The Mother:
Then I'll die. And that's a shame, because you can blast his blood into that wall and it won't make any difference at all.

[The henchmen cock their weapons]

Rex:
Listen to me.

Oswald:
I'll do it! I'll do it!

Rex:
Wait a minute. If you need the blood of Jack Harkness on the other side of the world, then just-

Oswald:
I'll do it!

Rex:
Just listen to me! Jack! All right. I'm all right. As I was saying, if you need Jack's blood, how about this?

[Rex cuts his finger, and the blood flows to the cleft. The ground shudders]

The Mother:
What was that? What happened?

Gwen:
Rex, what did you do?

The Cousin:
That's impossible. No way. There's nothing special about you.

Rex:
Oh, but there is, when I've got Jack's blood flowing through my veins. It's inside me.

Gwen:
What?

Jack:
Oh, my God.

Rex:
See, we knew this blood was important, so as soon as we arrived-

Esther:
We transfused it into Rex. We exchanged his blood for Jack's.

Rex:
On most days it might've killed me. But we're all living on Miracle Day.

Esther:
And everyone thought the blood was gone, so no one even suspected. All we did was keep one final bag, filled the rest with Rex's blood, and Jack's mortal blood...

Rex:
...Just walked right in. Hey, Oswald, you want to be a walking bomb?

The Mother:
Get him out of there!

Rex:
Well, try this. Shoot me! Shoot me! Come on! Shoot me!

The Cousin:
Don't! Don't! Don't!

Rex:
Pull that trigger! Splatter my blood! Shoot me!

The Mother:
Get him out! Get him out!

[Jack produces a gun]

Jack:
Nobody move! Huh? Wow, Rex, you're a genius!

Rex:
You just shut the hell up. All right? This shit hurts.

Gwen:
Yeah, we've got blood on both sides of the world, Jack, but-

The Mother:
But they will die. Is that what you want? The Blessing will take every last drop. You'll both die, gentlemen. You'll both kill yourselves. You will die in a pit in Shanghai. Is that what you want?

Jack:
I think I've lived long enough. Are you ready, Rex?

Rex:
Oh, you know I wish I'd never met you, you World War Two idiot. Good times, huh?

Esther:
Yeah.

Rex:
I'll see ya.

Gwen:
Just one last thing, Jack.

Jack:
What is it?

Gwen:
You're never gonna be a suicide. [aims her gun at him]

Jack:
Thank you.

Gwen:
Bye, then.

Jack:
Bye.

Gwen:
Face front.

[Jack faces the Blessing]

Jack:
This is it, Rex.

Rex:
Nothing's gonna stop me.

The Cousin:
I think this might. [shoots Esther]

[Rex has been shot by Charlotte]

Jack:
Get help! Clear the area! There might be more!

Gwen:
Oh, no!

Jack:
No way.

Gwen:
Oh, come on. No, no, not after everything he's gone through. No!

Jack:
There's nothing we can do. I'm, I'm sorry, Gwen. I am so sorry. He's dead. [Rex gasps back to life] [shocked] What?!

Rhys:
What?!

Gwen:
What?!

Rex:
What? [rips his shirt open and sees his wound heal] What?!

Gwen:
What the hell?

Jack:
That's impossible.

Rex:
You. World War Two. What the hell did you do to me?!

Vera:
I want to see inside.

Colin:
It’s just storage.

Vera:
Every time I want to see anything, you turn me away. I’m here to inspect, so I am doing my job! [walks into a room full of abandoned patients] Storage... This is storage...

Colin:
It’s a tempory measure. We don’t have the staff, the money or the room.

Vera:
Oh my god... who are these people?!

Colin:
They’re the ones without insurance.

Vera:
Where are the nurses? Have they even been fed?! [to a patient] Excuse me... I’m sorry... But how long have you been here?

Category Two Patient:
Yesterday... They said we had to wait...

Colin:
These people are just pending... A glitch in the system.

Category One Patient:
Please... Help me.

Vera:
Holy shit! He’s wearing red! He’s got a red peg! But he can’t be, he’s conscious!

Colin:
So we made a mistake. Hundreds of patients, one mistake. That’s an excellent hit rate!

Vera:
But you made him Category One! He’s not One, he’s nowhere near One! Don’t you realise what happens when you make somebody One?!

Colin:
I think we should just step outside, we’re disturbing the patients.

Vera:
What else are you hiding? [walks into the next room] This place is stinking!

Colin:
America is in crisis! Someone has to take charge, and in this case, it’s me!

Vera:
So you think you’re doing a good job?!

Colin:
I’m under budget!

Vera:
You’re supposed to spend the money-! Oh, for God’s sake, that’s why this system is never going to work, because it’s always run by men like you!

Colin:
So, what are you going to do, report me?!

Vera:
I’m going do more than that! I’m going to have you prosecuted…

Colin:
Oh, you’re so full of it!

Vera:
You’re going to be prosecuted for causing harm to these people in your care, and you will be guilty as charged. I guarantee you’re going to jail, you stupid little man. I’m going see you inside a prison cell, you little coward.

Jack:
Whoa! [pushes a filling cabinet off of him] What happened? Was it the Rift? [runs out of his office] Gwen? Ianto? You okay?

Ianto:
No broken bones. Slight loss of dignity. No change there, then.

Gwen:
The whole city must have felt that! All of South Wales!

Jack:
I'm gonna take a look outside! [leaves]

Ianto:
[looks at a computer screen, stunned] Little bit bigger than South Wales.

Gwen:
Three thousand miles, and closing...but who are they?! [Jack's phone rings. He answers]

Jack:
Martha Jones, voice of a nightingale...Tell me you put something in my drink.

Martha:
No such luck. Have you heard from the Doctor?

Jack:
Not a word. Where are you?

Martha:
New York.

Jack:
Huh. Nice for some...

Martha:
I've been promoted; Medical Director on Project Indigo.

Jack:
Did you get that thing working?

Martha:
[surprised] Indigo's top secret, no one's supposed to know about that.

Jack:
I... met a soldier in a bar. [Ianto looks at him] Long story.

Ianto:
[sharply] When was that?

Jack:
[to Ianto, firmly] Strictly professional.

Gwen:
Fifteen hundred miles, boys, and accelerating. They're almost here.

[The Doctor finally gets in touch with Earth]

Jack:
Where the hell have you been?! Doctor, it's the Daleks!

Gwen:
He's a bit nice, I thought he'd be older.

Ianto:
He's not that young...

[Gwen comes out with a pair of machine guns]

Ianto:
Uh, they don't work against Daleks.

Gwen:
Yeah? [tosses him a gun] Well, I'm going out fighting. Like Owen, like Tosh. [loads her gun, then hands Ianto a magazine clip] How 'bout you?

[Ianto contemplates, then loads the gun]

Ianto:
Yes ma'am!

[upon discovering the Dalek has frozen]

Ianto:
It's a Time Lock. The ultimate defence program. Tosh was working on it; Never thought she'd finish it, but she did. The Hub's sealed in a time bubble. Nothing can get in.

Gwen:
But that means we can't get out.

Ianto:
Nope. Not without unlocking that Dalek. We're trapped inside. It's all up to Jack, now.

The Doctor:
Torchwood Hub, this is the Doctor! Are you receiving me?

Gwen:
Loud and clear. Is Jack there?

The Doctor:
Can't get rid of him! [frowns] Jack, what's her name?

Jack:
Gwen Cooper.

The Doctor:
Tell me, Gwen Cooper, are you from an old Cardiff family?

[Gwen and Ianto exchange confused glances]

Gwen:
Yes. All the way to the 1800s.

The Doctor:
Ah, thought so! [to Rose] Spatial genetic multiplicity.

Rose:
[delighted] Oh yeah!

The Doctor:
Yeah. Yeah, funny old world. Now Torchwood, I want you open up that Rift Manipulator, and send all the power to me.

Ianto:
Doing it now, sir.

Gwen:
What's that for?

The Doctor:
It's a tow rope!