Torchwood s03e02 Episode Script

- We are coming.
- Every child in the world is speaking English.
- We are coming.
- And one man.
You're pregnant.
- Have you told Rhys? - I've only just found out myself.
He is going to love that.
We are coming.
This morning it woke up.
Transmitting on the 456.
It's a transmission, a pulse, a broadcast.
- We are coming.
- You never tell me anything these days.
- Dad died, that was it.
- He is very handsome.
- You're kidding me? Really though? - We are coming.
It might be best if certain historical events were taken off the record.
You never told me.
I was never a part of it.
- There's a bomb in your stomach.
- Stop it! - We are coming.
- Stop it! - John! - There'll be nothing left of you.
- I can survive anything.
- - We are coming back! Whoa! Whoa! You can't go back there, love.
- No, no, no, it's too dangerous.
- My friend's still in there.
Go back to the ambulance.
Walk as quick as you can, now.
Let me go and get him.
Let me go! Let me go! No! No! Hold her down! Control said no survivors.
Sorry, I've got to take this.
Work? After what just happened? Because of it.
They're OK now.
Get yourselves to bed, girls.
And don't worry.
- Hello.
- Target one's eliminated.
Two and three have escaped, but we're in pursuit.
- What went wrong? - They got lucky.
But they won't get far.
We can't have witnesses.
Call me when you've got them.
And make it quick! Off to bed.
I've got the translations.
Instructions.
Specifications for something they want us to build.
And we haven't got much time to do it in.
When they can communicate like this, in this kind of detail, why do the thing with the children? Because they can.
And because they want to scare us.
Who do you work for? Who do you work for? NHS.
Who do you work for? You tried to kill me.
My friends could be dead.
So don't think I won't use this.
The government! I'm working for the government.
I just follow orders, that's all.
We're on the same side? Why would the government want to destroy Torchwood? Why? I just do as I'm told.
I'm just following orders, that's all.
Please come in.
Jackson, keep the police back.
You, come with me.
If she's anti-terrorist, I would not mind being Uncle Terrorist.
Get some back up.
Two escaped suspects.
Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper.
Armed and dangerous.
I know Gwen Cooper.
She's an ex-police officer, she's not a terrorist.
Haven't you got tape to tie? Fine, I'm just saying.
You're barking up the wrong tree, that's all.
I want their homes raided.
Gwen Cooper is not a terrorist.
You must know where she lives.
Get up! Now! We've got to go! - Bloody hell, Gwen! - They have the adress.
We've to get out of here.
- What's going on, man? - Listen, someone is trying to kill me.
And if they're after me, they're going to come after you.
Now get up, and get dressed! What? - Come on Rhys, faster, faster! - All right, all right.
Down to the bottom, take a left.
I mean, shouldn't there be some sort of briefing first? Like a risk assessment? Not that Gwen's a risk.
- Rhys, car keys? - Try the top of the fridge, I think.
I've tried on the top of the bloody fridge, man! Come on! Come on! If you put the keys in the same place all the time we wouldn't have to go through this time and time again! - What are you doing? - Packing.
You're not going to have time to read! And they can trace us with that! Well, I've not gone into hiding before! So, er, you lot are some sort of specialists from London.
Am I right? I mean, I totally respect that.
Really I do.
But sometimes, there's no substitute for a little bit of local knowledge.
And let me tell you, Gwen'll be absolutely no bother.
We're not going in there all guns blazing, are we? How far is it? Two minutes.
Come on, come on Come on.
No! Rhys.
Rhys! - Hello.
- Jesus Christ, Rhys! - It's Ianto, right? - Christ's sake, man! - Ianto, are you OK? - Yeah, have you heard from Jack? No.
No I haven't.
Sorry, hang on.
- Do you think he survived? - He usually does.
- Who was it? - I had a run-in with one of them.
- Said he was working for the government.
- That doesn't make sense.
How did they get close enough to plant it inside him, Ianto? It was him, that Dr Rupesh guy.
He was shot and killed in the hospital earlier.
It must've been then.
- Let's go.
- Take the bag.
Get the car ready.
Er, where shall we meet, Ianto? Your phone, your phone could be bugged.
Erm, right.
Er Remember the last time we had ice cream together? - No.
- Yeah, you do.
After the Grand Slam.
I don't like ice cream.
It gives me a headache.
Got to go.
Gwen! Go! Now do you believe she's a terrorist? She shot the wheels.
What kind of terrorist shoots your wheels? A clever one.
Right.
I think we made it.
- Let's go.
- Where? What Can't we just take a minute? Just to Number plate recognition.
They can trace us.
We need to ditch it.
- It's a brand new car, Gwen! - It's no good to us now, OK? - We need to keep moving.
- Wouldn't it be better if we gave ourselves up? - Tell some people what's happened? - When I know what's happened, I'll tell someone.
Until then, we're going underground.
Well, let me carry the bag.
You want your trigger finger free, don't you? We're looking for Ianto Jones.
Don't move! Don't move! - We're looking for Ianto Jones.
- Well, you won't find him in my bed, will you? I'm a married man.
- What? - Keep your phones on today.
- Why? - I want to be able to speak to you.
- Since when? - Since we were possessed by the Devil.
I'm serious.
If they go off during a lesson, we can't get them back till Friday.
Keep them on mute.
Every suspicious phone call, every mystery meeting, every time you come home late, you hide behind the Official Secrets Act.
- And I put up with it.
- Don't start on this.
Not now.
I accept it.
But this is different.
- When it affects my kids, in my house - There is nothing to worry about.
I saw how scared you were last night.
I know.
It's frightening to see it first hand, there's no lasting damage.
- It's quickly over.
- This isn't a hula hoop craze.
It happened to Brian and Wendy's kids in Canada.
You don't think this is over any more than I do.
Just make sure they keep their phones on.
And don't let them come home on their own.
I'm off now, girls.
- I'll see you.
- Goodbye kisses, it must be serious.
If you could get out of bed at a proper time, you'd get plenty of kisses.
- Have a good day.
- Dad? What? We want a pony.
We want a pony.
- We want a pony.
- See? Nothing to worry about.
Latest headlines.
Further reports are coming in about the explosion in Cardiff last night.
No organisation has yet claimed responsibility for the explosion, - which went off in the Bay area of the city - Isn't that where Uncle Jack lives? It's a big place.
Shh! two people reported missing.
Residents in Cardiff are reacting with shock and outrage.
The entire bay area has been closed off and witnesses say the effects of the explosion last night could be felt five miles away.
No-one can say for sure why this area was the site of such an unexpected attack, and the Prime Minister's office has refused to speculate until more details are known.
Fortunately, the timing of the device As you know, Harkness is a difficult man to kill.
Current theories suggest that his longevity is connected in some way to the Torchwood Hub.
Which necessitated taking out the entire operation.
He can't still be alive, after that.
As I said, awaiting results.
What about these, er these specifications? From the 456? I could barely understand a word of them.
Nor me.
But I'm told the translations are excellent.
And they've started work.
Dekker's called in the damage control team, they're working as fast as they can.
Early reports are looking, well, let's say promising.
Can we see it? They'll be ready to show us work in progress by 1600 hours.
We're building something and we don't even know what it is.
Can I ask? Did the 456 contact any other country? Intel's been listening.
No chatter on the wires.
Seems like it's only Britain.
And how long can we keep it secret? Given the children's last statement, "We are coming back".
That's what everyone seems to be asking When were they here before? Yes.
Well, if that's everything Sir.
Sir, I'd just, um I just, er, wanted to say how - grateful I am, sir.
- What for? Well.
I know that I'm something of a middleman in these affairs, but um I just wanted to thank you, for trusting me with the responsibility.
All I've done is put you on the front line.
That's what the front line's for, John.
First to fall.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Right, come on, check the gas is turned off.
Get some breathing equipment down here, quickly.
Hang on! Stop! I've got something! Hello? If you can hear me, clench your hand.
It's not a body.
It's just the arm.
This is Jack Harkness.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
It's me.
Call me.
When you get a chance.
Mum, there's no toothpaste.
Everything OK? Yeah.
They're expecting us, the car's waiting.
Well, come on then.
- Hello? - We thought there was a body, but we've got an arm, a shoulder and the remains of a head.
- It's almost a waste of a body bag.
- Is it Harkness? Presumably.
Take him to Ashton Down.
Keep him under surveillance.
Sorry, sir, I couldn't help hearing.
That name.
Harkness.
Is that Captain Jack Harkness? From Torchwood? Only he was trying to contact you yesterday.
I did mark it in the log.
Said he could help.
- Not now, he can't.
- Are you sure? He was very insistent.
He told me his team were the experts at dealing with things like the children thing.
- He told you that? Over the phone? - Yes.
He always was an arrogant sod.
So, he can't help? He's not really the expert? That bomb in Cardiff last night.
He was the one at the centre of it.
It tore him to shreds.
Does that mean whoever's behind the bomb's behind the children thing? - Like they wanted him out of the way? - Lois, your job you don't overhear phone calls.
You speak when you're spoken to.
OK? Sorry.
Thanks, mate.
It'll be from Uncle Ianto.
Ssh! We're probably bugged.
Innocent kids, fast asleep at home, and a gang of uniformed thugs break in and point guns at their head? It's no wonder they're traumatised.
It's no wonder our poor David pissed the bed.
- I didn't.
- Ha, you big baby! It's the police state to blame, and I'm going to rinse the bastards - for every penny they've got! - Oh, shut up, Johnny! What's he done? - Why's he bringing it to our door? - Hey, hey.
We're the only family he's got.
Put it in here.
Come on, come on! No.
- They've frozen mine, as well! - Shit! What now? How're we going to manage without money, Gwen? - We need to get to London.
- London? - Everything's dearer in London! - That's where all the decisions are made.
- Whoever wants us dead, that's where they'll be.
- Right.
So where we should be is John O'Groats! I need to speak to people, but I haven't got anybody's numbers any more.
- So we've got to go there, OK? We've gotta go.
- Yeah.
These things are all linked.
Soon as you put your card in, bells start ringing somewhere.
Come on.
- Any change? - No.
Complete waste of time.
The body next door, Rupesh Patanjali, London wants to know if it's OK to release him to the family.
Zip it open.
It was a bag of bits when it came in.
And I asked you to keep an eye on it.
Get it out of that thing and cuff it to the wall.
- Hello.
The good news is, we don't have to wait for the DNA tests.
This is definitely Jack Harkness.
And what's the bad news? His Lazarus qualities remain undiminished.
Jesus Christ! If he can survive that, what can't he survive? I haven't got time to worry about this, Johnson.
I've got more important things in my in-tray.
- What about Cooper and Jones? - No sign of him yet.
We've had a sighting of her at a Cardiff ATM.
We need that whole team out of the way by tonight.
Get it done.
Wait out here.
Now me, I use an electronic seal, see.
Even the driver doesn't know the code.
No-one gets in until it reaches it's destination.
- But this clown - Sure he's going to London? I don't question how you defend the world against extra terrestrial infiltration.
Don't you question my knowledge of the haulage industry.
- Sorry.
- It's a small company, Gwen.
Cardiff to London.
Piss poor security.
And best of all, guaranteed food cargo.
I'm absolutely bloody starving.
The smell from Tony's is driving me crackers.
There is food.
I can't fault you on that.
I've got the smell of bacon in my nostrils, and I'm looking at a lorry-load of - raw spuds! - There might be other things at the back.
- Come on.
- Yeah.
Have you got your pen knife? Rhys, you are not eating uncooked potatoes! We'll need it to cut our way out.
What kind of snoops are you? Dibble or dole? - Dunno what you're talking about.
- So you're perverts, then? Is it you making them do all the weird talking shit? Everyone look, a couple of paedos on the estate! We have observations in place.
He'd have been better off staying dead.
Oh, God, this is uncomfortable.
Bloody torture, man! - How are you, love? - My best friend's belly had a bomb go off in it last night.
Someone's been trying to kill us.
I'm travelling at 70mph on top of potatoes, and I think I'm going to be sick.
Travel sick, is it? When have you ever known me to be travel sick? Well, when have you ever travelled like this? On an empty stomach.
What? You know some announcements, you rehearse in your head? Yeah.
And this wasn't quite what I had in mind.
What do you mean, announcements? - Oh, God, no! - Yes.
- Oh, bloody hell, no! - Yes! Oh, come here.
Oh, my God! I don't believe it.
Hang on The bomb, the guns, the car-chase, the hiding from the law.
What am I like? Letting you do all that in your condition! - You carried my bag.
- I'm serious.
- This changes everything.
- No, it doesn't.
We're up the same creek, and we still need a paddle.
Yeah? But three of us in the boat.
Hey.
Oh, my God! What happened to you? I'm not sure yet.
I wasn't followed.
Sit down.
You worked out my little code, then? Dad didn't break your leg on purpose, you know.
He pushed me too hard.
He always did.
Well, you should've held on tighter.
Seriously.
How did you get in that state? That bomb.
It was meant for me and the people I work with.
- My God! Why? - I don't know.
What sort of civil servants are you? Unappreciated ones.
Are they OK? The people you work with? I don't know.
Gwen's alive, but I've just no way of contacting her.
I'm not sure about Jack.
Is he your boss? The one Susan saw you with? He'll be OK.
They won't get rid of him that easy.
I just need to find him.
If it's a boy, Edward.
- Edward? - Yeah.
After the king.
Come on! Out of the way! Come on! We are coming tomorrow.
We are coming tomorrow.
We are coming tomorrow.
OK, I'll tell him.
It's happened again.
Shit.
- What did they say? - "We are coming tomorrow".
We are coming tomorrow.
We are coming tomorrow.
We are coming tomorrow.
We are coming tomorrow.
- We are comming - This has something to do with it.
It must do.
When they tried to blow us up, this is what we were working on.
We are coming tomorrow.
Tomorrow? - Over and over again.
- Are you sure? Positive.
Can you smell that? They're coming! I can smell them.
They're coming! Tomorrow, and they'll be here.
Hey, hey, hello.
What did it feel like? Leave her alone! Go away! - They said the same thing here.
- Leave her alone.
Piss off, you perv! Yeah, OK, bye.
It happened to David and Mica.
What is it? - What is it? - I don't know.
But this is what we do.
- We deal with things like this.
- So deal with it.
Stop it.
I need to find Jack.
Give me that.
- How will this help? - I took the number of the van they put him in.
You can track any vehicle with the right computer programmes.
- Really? - Yeah.
Give me the car keys.
Oh, Johnny'll do his nut! Please! We don't have time to spare.
- A "thank you" would be nice! - Look, I'm sorry.
I've got to go.
Thanks for all this.
Be careful! Hold the line, please.
- I'll put you on hold if that's all right.
- Hello? Mr Frobisher will be back in a moment.
I'll have to put you on hold Hello? - "We are coming tomorrow", - Hallo? - repeated in total 38 times.
- I'm sorry, it's chaotic here at the moment with the children thing and confirm that every single child said the same thing.
Give me the name and I'll look into it, and get back to you.
Get my daughters on the phone.
Ring the school office if you have to.
Drag them out of the lesson's.
I want to speak them.
Then get me the Prime Minister.
There's a call waiting, sir.
- Take a message! - It's the Home Secretary.
- And your wife wants you to call her.
- OK.
Hello, John Frobisher's office.
Can I speak to Mr Frobisher, please? He's not available at the moment.
Can I take a message? It's Gwen Cooper from Torchwood.
I need to see him urgently.
Can you set up a meeting? Erm - I'm not sure.
- Just put me straight through, then.
He's very busy.
- Yeah, he would be! Who is this? - Lois.
Lois Habiba.
What happened to Bridget Spears? - She's on another line.
- Do you know what Torchwood is, Lois? - Yes.
- Then you should know that right now you lot need us.
The whole world needs us.
We kan help.
But someone's trying to kill us.
They claim to be working for the government.
Why would the government want to kill people who can help? Yeah, exactly.
That's what we have to find out.
That's why I need to see him! Look, I know all this sounds mad, but you have to believe me.
I do.
I do believe you.
- Hold the line, please.
- Call my wife.
I'm in a meeting with the PM.
I'll ring as soon as I can.
- I'm putting the school through.
- Ah! - If you're tracing this call - I'm not.
So you can set up a meeting, then? Lilly, is Holly there? They're both all right? - Are you sure? - Yes.
The Prime Minister's on his way.
He'll be there in ten minutes.
OK, thanks.
Ring ahead, let them know we're coming.
Right.
Simon, we're going back to Thames House.
- Can we trust this guy? - He's our man in the government.
- If we can't, we really are in trouble.
- Gwen, we really are in trouble! Yeah, we've got to trust someone, Rhys, OK? Hi.
I'm Lois.
Where's Frobisher? - He's not coming.
- Why not? Oh, God, this is probably the worst mistake of my life.
I've read your files.
Some of the stuff you've done, you're like unsung national heroes.
Listen, I don't do autographs and I don't want to be rude, but why am I talking to you and not your boss? Because if he knew you were here you'd be dead.
He gave the order to have Jack Harkness killed.
Are you sure? I've seen it with my own eyes.
We really are in trouble.
- Do you know a Captain Andrew Staines? - No.
- A Colonel Michael Sanders? Ellen Hunt? - No.
They're all dead.
They were killed on the same day as Jack Harkness.
I didn't sign the Official Secrets Act to cover up murder.
But then, I didn't take the job to commit treason on my second day.
- What am I doing here? - You tell me, Lois.
If you're the bad guys, why doesn't it say that on your file? And if you're the good guys, - and why do they want you dead? - Listen, this a lot to talk about.
And we're going to arouse suspicion.
And we haven't ordered.
When we went on the run, we didn't have any money, see? We put the last of the coins into the phone boxto get through to you.
So If there's any chance you could, er Thank you.
Oh, great.
Thanks.
That's magic.
I'll have steak pie and chips.
And a cup of tea.
- Yeah.
- Just a latte for me.
OK, I won't be a sec.
I'll leave you to it.
Thanks, we owe you one.
A big one.
Everyone in the office seems to think what's happening with the kids is all to do with aliens.
And that they'll be here tomorrow.
And there's something big being built on the top floor of the MI5 building.
- OK, what do you mean something? - I don't know.
But it's like they're getting ready.
And if you lot Torchwood, if you're the alien experts, and they really are coming tomorrow, why does Mr Frobisher want you out of the way all of a sudden? I've no idea.
But I'm going to find out.
Can you tell me anything about Jack Harkness? Or Ianto Jones? Jones is missing.
- I've been told Captain Harkness is dead.
- Well, that can't be true.
Well, that's what I thought.
I overheard Mr Frobisher say to keep him under surveillance.
I mean, why do that to a dead person? Come on! Who's the genius behind the camera? Come on, come on out and take your bow! Show yourself! Face me like a man! I'm not a man.
Who are you? - What's all this about? - Apparently you can't die, so it would be foolish to tell you anything.
But I will say this.
If I can't kill you I can contain you.
Do you know where they're keeping him? I've got a floor plan in my bag.
- Steak pie and chips, twice? - Oh, lovely, thank you.
It's, um it's a military compound.
Are you sure? That's where Mr Frobisher told them to take him.
- Salt? - Thanks.
This is brilliant work, Lois.
- Can you? Oh, thanks.
- The only problem is, how do we get inside? Well, Mr Frobisher's just authorised the release of a body from Ashton Down.
This is Rupesh Patanjali.
They must have thought he was one of us.
The undertaker's name is Richard Rossiter and he's got an appointment to pick him up at 5.
30 today.
I was thinking, access to a funeral director would be easier than access to a secure military compound.
So He'd have to pass through here at some time between and there'd be no witnesses.
The name of the contact at the compound is a Corporal Camara.
His number's on there, and he'll be expecting you.
Sugar? I'm a PA.
It's what I do.
When this is all over, and you want a job, come and see me.
I'm sorry.
I don't suppose you'll believe it.
But this is all in the national interest.
- Prime Minister.
- Ready? Let's go.
Have they sent us any further information? Not since they sent us the designs for this thing.
I've got two radio operators working round the clock.
We're sending out continuous messages on the 456 wavelength, - but we're getting nothing back.
- Carry on, don't mind me.
What's the latest from Jodrell Bank? Any signs of their approach? No.
But then there wasn't last time.
What's that for? It's for them.
Hi, we're here to pick up a body.
Corporal Camara? Kodak's dead? When did that happen? No, he's the contact.
The name of the deceased is Patanjali.
- Rupesh Patanjali.
- Jesus! Shit meself then! He owes me money.
Sorry.
I'll have to look in the back.
Kodak, got a couple of body-snatchers down at the gate for you, over.
OK, let 'em in.
Over.
We're not going to get away with this.
- You really shouldn't be here, Rhys.
- I shouldn't? Hello? If Jack needs carrying, you're going to need me here.
See that fire exit? Do you wanna back up to that? - Save you having to wheel him round the block.
- OK.
So there's an upside to this place being turned into a mortuary all of a sudden.
So you don't get many bodies, then? Not usually.
But we've got in three at the moment.
- Do I know you? - No, I don't think so.
You don't look like an undertaker.
If more undertaker's looked like you, there'd be more of a demand for bereavement.
Ooh, ooh, hang on.
I'm just going to open the fire door for your mate.
Corporal Camara at the west corridor.
I'm just opening the fire door for the body-snatchers, OK? OK.
She's shy, isn't she? I just prefer the company of dead people.
- Is she seeing anyone? - She's married.
Married and pregnant, so you can forget it, mate, right? You're a couple, aren't you? No offence.
You can't blame a man for trying.
- Do you want to check this is the right one? - Yeah.
Corporal Camara? Yeah.
Everything OK? The camera's not working.
Yeah.
Just checking the paperwork.
No problem.
What's going on there? I've lost two cameras now.
That's the one.
Come on.
Intruders.
Two of, west corridor.
- Intruders, two of, west corridor.
- Shit! Leave it, Rhys.
Out the way! What the hell is that? Move! Move! Move! Positions.
We'll have to surrender.
I'd lay down your weapons, if I were you.
You're as trapped and helpless as the man in the concrete cell.
Put the guns down! OK.
- Run! - Positions.
Come on! Positions.
Come on, get on.
Ah, Ianto.
You took your time.
Come on.
Come on! Move it! Take your positions.
- They're going to catch up.
- Rhys, get out and move that truck.
Hold on tight.
Move, Rhys! Come on.
We've got a problem.
Cooper and Jones stalled us at a roadblock.
- How did that happen? I'm sorry.
There's a chopper on the way, but they've got a head start on us.
If he talks, we're in deep, deep shit.
I'll have to call you back.
Where the hell are you taking us, Ianto? - What are we doing? - You'll see in a moment.
Get the car started! We've only got a few minutes.
Come on! Come on, come on, come on.
- Told you I'd be back.
- With a little help from us.
- What the hell is going on? - Dunno yet, but the latest from the kids is that it's happening tomorrow.
- I'm just in time, then.
- Get in the car.
Come on, we've got work to do.
United Nations has issued a statement asking parents and guardians of children still remains why every child in the world is giving their statements in English no theories as to why and how The focus now is on tomorrow.
With every child in the world claiming that tomorrow is the day, the world is left wondering.
Mr Frobisher, sir.
Seals locked and - release.
- Sir.
As per the 456 instructions.
A combination of 25% nitrosyl chloride, In short poison.
I'd hold on to your nose, Bridget! Though, come to think of it, you've been doing that for years.
- And that's what they breathe? - Breathe? Eat? Fart? - We know nothing about them! - Excuse me, if we know the composition of that gas, can't we work out what sort of creature could live inside it? Could do.
- If we had all the time in the world! - So they arrive and then what? The whole room's laid out, according to 456 instructions.
Something of an ambassadorial suite, I'd say.
Or a throne room.
Who knows, maybe a slaughterhouse.
But if they arrive tomorrow, then how? How do they arrive inside that? No idea.
Who else knows about this? Well, for all we know, they've sent the same instructions to every country in the world.
We've said nothing, maybe everyone else is keeping quiet, too.
Oh, I don't think so.
Whoever they are, they're coming for Britain.
- Well, why? - Exactly.
Why is that, Mr Frobisher? John Frobisher's a good man.
And better than that, he's expendable.
- If anybody finds out what I'm doing - It's treason! - You're the only friend we've got left, Lois.
- We are coming.
We are coming.
It's them, it's all of them, the kids.
We are here.
THX to