Episode 2 Torchwood

This programme contains some violent scenes, which some viewers may find upsetting.

'A former schoolteacher convicted

'of the rape and murder of 12-year-old Susie Cabina,

'Oswald Danes, faces his last moments on this earth.'

-'For the past 36 hours...

-No-one has died.'

Aah!

Miracle Day.

Did you ever hear of Torchwood? This thing might be worth following.

What is Torchwood, anyway?

Torchwood was set up by the British Royal Family in 1879

to investigate the strange, the unusual and the alien.

Don't you see? You were right. It's all connected.

Torchwood's the key to this whole thing.

-Who the hell are you people?

-Torchwood.

SIRENS WAILING

They can't do this! I'm a British citizen.

Yeah? You've been too busy watching aliens. The Americans have been getting away with this for years.

What's that, criticism? What'll you do, write your MP?

And you, World War II, I'll take this.

That's nothing. It's harmless.

Then you won't mind me having it.

What the hell are you doing here?

I've been told to assist you in escorting the prisoners to Langley.

No, no, no. This operation is mine.

I thought of it. It's my idea, my execution.

You want to piss on the plane? Make that yours too?

We better get out of here while we can.

This is costing a fortune and we've got governments on both sides of the Atlantic asking questions.

-How's that cut on your arm?

-I'll survive. I'm mortal, not dying.

Well, technically, I guess I am dying, but slowly.

This thing that's happening to the world, this miracle.

-It must have something to do with you.

-So it's my fault?

-Can't be a coincidence.

-Of course it's not a coincidence.

-Doesn't mean it's his fault.

-Rhys, are you defending me?

It's like we got switched, isn't it?

Nothing to do with Jack if the wires got crossed.

Everything mortal becomes immortal, everything immortal becomes mortal.

-See? I can be useful.

-Come on, let's go. Get 'em.

Take the husband back to Wales.

-No, Jack! Andy, no!

-Hey! Hey! COMMOTION

-Where are you taking him?

-I'm arresting Torchwood.

Is he Torchwood? No, he's a spouse.

Now you, go. Get out of here. Go do spousal stuff.

-My daughter!

-I'm a secret member!

You know what? The spouse can take the baby.

No, you bring her back right now! Rex, please, I'm begging you!

-The more you fight, the more he enjoys it.

-My daughter!

-On the plane.

Rex, please! Listen! Somebody's been trying to kill us!

-Keep her safe!

-I'll look after her.

-Rhys!

-Rhys!

-I promise, Gwen!

-Andy!

-Rhys! Rhys!

-I'll look after her, I promise!

Anwen, I'm coming back, all right? I am coming back!

I will get you for this. And I'm coming back!

I am coming back, bitch! I am coming back, you bastard!

Sorry, all I could find was an aspirin.

It was in the co-pilot's pocket.

I gave it a quick spritz to take the lint off.

It's Danny, right?

-Yeah.

-Listen. I'm not gay,

but I'll let you feel me up if you go get me a vodka.

Oh!

I'm not gay either.

All right then, I'll let you feel HER up if it'll get me a vodka.

We're supposed to be on duty.

It's medicinal.

What do you think'll happen? They kick out a window, jump 30,000 feet?

Just sit back and relax.

The next six hours are going to be filled with boredom,

followed by monotony.

'How did I survive?

'I...don't know.

'We all become supermen overnight, is that it?

'Do I heal or do I just hurt for the rest of my life?

ECHO: 'Do I just hurt for the rest of my life?

They spent a lot of money on us.

Cleared out the whole plane for the prisoners.

All on the taxpayers' dollar.

-Not bad, eh?

-Every time you turn up, it always goes wrong.

-# What did you do? #

-Arrgh!

# What d-d-did you do?

# D-did you do? What did you do? #

Some people really have nothing better to do with their time.

Oh, come on! The man's a murdering paedophile.

It's not like he even died. He's fine.

Leave him to his frat humour.

The idea you can't kill your enemies

has an inflammatory effect in some quarters.

The word from Rwanda is a Hutu village was destroyed.

men, women and children, brains bashed with hammers,

then thrown into a pit and bulldozed over.

Yesterday I handed in a report to Alan

noting that 80% of India is Hindu

and that reincarnation was no longer on the table.

Nothing to keep people's behaviour in check,

so I predicted the likely outcome was war with Pakistan. This morning,

the Indian Prime Minister announces his desire to reconcile

with Pakistan, saying if they have one life, they have to make it count.

Who can predict this? It's never happened before.

Oh, my God!

-Rex is coming back.

-Well, some things we can predict.

He's bringing Torchwood with him.

Are you ever going to give that thing a rest?

What was it, anyway?

Sorry. Mr Friedkin?

I understand you're handling the Torchwood thing?

I'm Esther Drummond, analyst.

I was liaising with Rex Matheson on the rendition.

-Now he's bringing them back...

-This is a clandestine matter now.

Not for the Directorate Of Intelligence, understand?

Yes, but the way Torchwood disappeared online, sir.

I... Well, I spent six months compiling the malware lists.

It's kind of a passion of mine.

Whatever that intrusion was, it was fascinating.

I just thought I could help.

So, er...you thinking of changing directorates?

-I wouldn't mind where the fun is.

-Sounds like Rex.

His idea of fun may be misleading.

So, er...you were working closely with him?

He's...keeping you up to date?

Yes, sir. We make quite a good team.

Well.

I'll bear that in mind.

Thank you, Esther.

Thank you, sir.

Be fair, I had no way of knowing Rex would pull that stunt.

You know the way it works, Jack.

Every time anyone ever gets close to you, nobody has a normal life again.

And do you know what? It really, I mean,

it really pisses me off. What took you so long?

-I have to nearly explode before you turn up?

-Did you miss me?

-Yes.

I...

..I started to think it'd be like some kind of fairy tale.

I'd be an old woman and you'd just...

turn up out of the blue.

Visit my granddaughter. I'd be ancient, you'd be exactly the same.

Where did you go, Jack?

-A long way away.

-And did it help?

Hey, lovebirds.

Let me ask you a question.

What the hell is this thing, huh?

All it does is go "bleep".

-So give it back to me.

-Yeah, I'm sure you'd like that.

-What does it do, measure how mortal you are?

-Don't believe me?

-Please!

-The whole world can't die,

-but I'm the one that's ridiculous!

-Tell me then, fly boy.

What happens to us when we get to America?

-Oh, you'll be interrogated.

-You stupid, tiny, bloody little man.

For starters, we don't know anything. And even if we did,

-why didn't you just ask?

-Oh, hey, listen. I...

Maybe I didn't explain earlier.

I don't think you actually know anything.

I mean, come on! Look at you two. You're not that bright.

What you are is connected.

Someone's made a link between that institute of yours and the miracle.

Now they want to kill you for it.

So, we work out what the connection is and then we start to solve it.

So is anyone doing investigations on morphic fields?

-On the what fields?

-The Sheldrake Theory.

Passing connective information

through the process of morphic resonance.

-Ha! I'm sure it is!

-The theory states

that a bunch of monkeys on an island learn to use a rock as a knife.

Then monkeys on another island, 10,000 miles away,

also learn to use a rock as a knife. They're connected via a morphic field.

Come on now! That's just science fiction.

Except it's not a theory. It's a fact.

The amazing thing about the miracle isn't that no-one's dying,

it's not that the human race has become immortal.

It's that it happened to everyone at the same time.

Don't you see? It was instantaneous.

And that's a morphic event on a scale that I have never seen before.

-Whatever's happening to this planet, it's massive!

-BLEEPING

By the way, your sodium's low.

-My what?

-That bleeping.

It's found low sodium levels in your blood.

You need salt.

Oh, boy.

HE CHUCKLES

That's good.

DIAL TONES

Some say we're two months from Malthusian disaster.

Population grows exponentially,

the amount of water and arable land stays the same.

Now, in the past, you've suggested that the singularity would save us.

This is the singularity. It's just not what we expected.

As a species, we're capable of adapting

to the current state of affairs.

We discovered fire,

found the boundaries of irrigation, mapped the genome, walked the moon.

As a species, we'll find a way.

But what if the planet dies out from under us?

The...the food and water supplies are also...

They're being hurt, right now, every day.

And I'm saying that we have the capacity to deal with this challenge.

Let's hope so. Thank you.

We asked psychologist Grace London will the miracle make suicide rates go up or down?

Does suicide even exist any more?

Coming up at 11:30, a live interview with Oswald Danes.

TV HOST: Do you recall the lily pad parable?

'If you have one lily pad floating on a pond

'and double it every day,

'eventually the entire pond will be covered.

'But the day before, it's only half-covered.

'Man lying forever, dying...'

Excuse me. That food is for everyone.

-The food is for guests.

-Right, but it's meant to be shared.

I spent six years in solitary confinement.

That's when you can really taste it.

The piss. The piss that they put in my food.

Oh, you can cover it with cream and gravy and salt,

but that's the thing about piss, it has a way of enduring.

-Well, you're not in prison any more.

-Oh, sweetheart!

I am free on the most beautiful technicality.

When the world is stretched

to breaking point, who knows when it'll snap back?

You see this gentleman over here?

He's supposed to be escorting me,

but he's actually just waiting to lock me up again.

Isn't that right, sir?

Hm? Ah.

And besides, if I stay a free man, who will give me a job? You?

Answer me. Would you?

Er, no.

Now you see my problem.

There's going to be a mob outside my door for the rest of my life.

And life is now a very long time.

So excuse me

if I take food where I can find it.

I hope you choke.

COMPUTER BEEPING

PHONE RINGING

Dr Juarez? Your favourite patient here. You have something I want.

-You sound like my ex-husband.

-Really?

-So does he call wanting drugs and sex?

-Yes.

Ha-ha! Good man, but for now,

I'll just settle for the drugs.

Hey, let me ask you a question. Do I have low sodium levels?

As a matter of fact, you have.

'And you didn't tell me?'

It was the least of your problems at the time.

Danny, bring me some pretzels...

the salty kind.

So listen, meet me at the airport in six hours.

If you bring the painkillers,

'I'll let you examine the last mortal man in the world.'

That's a code red, everyone!

Tanker truck smashed into a store.

180lb middle-aged man, full thickness burns, 45% of his body.

Respiration's shallow. We got a female, early 20s, compound fracture to both legs.

Female, late 30s, flaccid tetraparesis, we think C5-C6, may be the brain.

OK, Lorraine, I want you managing the team.

And I want you coordinating with Samuel, OK?

This one's expectant. Call the burn unit. Keep morphine handy.

She's expectant as well. I want neurosurgery here.

Take this one to red assembly, OK? She's going to have to wait.

Oh, my God, we're doing it wrong.

-Everyone, we're doing it wrong!

-We don't have time.

We have nothing but time. Nobody's expectant, nobody's going to die.

60 minutes after a trauma, the golden hour? There's no golden hour anymore.

All our reflexes are wrong.

What do you want us to do?

Even the worst injured aren't going to die.

We need to do it backwards. Reverse it. We're desperate for beds, treat minor injuries first.

If you can get somebody out in ten minutes, get them out.

Free up the beds for the ones who need help.

OK, Samuel, start again. Start again.

Over here. Reverse the procedure.

I've changed the entire procedure for triage.

I shouldn't do that. The Dean of Medicine should be here.

-She's not in the hospital. She's at the panel.

-What panel?

Emergency meeting.

Administrators of local hospitals, trying to figure out what to do post-miracle.

They're making decisions?

Based on what? They have no idea what's going on here.

Where is this meeting?

Hey, could we have something to drink?

I am not allowed to talk to you.

Give it to us silently.

I am not allowed to talk to you.

They can have water.

It's OK, I can supervise it.

Water? I'm American, too.

Can't I contribute to our global cultural hegemony with a nice frosty cola?

Are they terrorists?

Go and ask Rex if he wants a drink.

He'll have a vodka.

Just go ask him.

-He said he's had too many painkillers.

-Oh.

-Thanks.

-When do we land?

I'm still not allowed to talk.

So we were painting the cottage.

I was going to be planting roses out front.

I thought salt air killed roses?

Rugosa roses, Jack.

They're called rugged roses, full of thorns. Salt air doesn't bother them.

They put up a good front.

HE LAUGHS

And you're aware there's an emergency legal mandate

being passed through the courts right this very second

specifically dedicated to sending you back to prison?

I understand that, yes.

And what's your response to that?

I'll follow the letter of the law.

Are you aware of how many people you've upset just by walking free?

I understand that.

Yes, but do you understand how people feel?

They are disgusted. They are...

horrified.

The legal campaign to reverse your force majeure ruling

has gathered over half a million dollars.

What's your reaction to that?

I'm sure any of those people would find a statement from me offensive,

and I don't wish to add to their distress.

It's better if I say nothing.

You've got nothing to say?

I think it's best.

Mr Danes, have you got nothing to say when you see this?

It's a face we all recognise from your trial.

Susie Cabina.

And she was 12 years old, Mr Danes.

Have you got anything to say now?

Perhaps you'd like to use this opportunity, live on television,

to say something to her family?

We should not be watching this. He's a monster.

It's our job to monitor everything.

And public opinion's swinging left and right like crazy over Danes.

It's the miracle made visible right there.

Some miracle.

We're waiting, Oswald.

Do you have anything to say?

Anything at all?

S-s-s...

I'm sorry.

Excuse me?

HE SOBS

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

'I'm so sorry.'

If we had any human dignity, we'd turn this thing off right now.

Is that it?

Is that all?

I truly am.

I swear.

You didn't say sorry at your trial.

I know.

I couldn't.

I was scared.

It's true.

I tried to.

I tried. I tried.

Poor bastard.

Are you kidding me?

You are not feeling sorry for him?

No, but...

It's a mess. The whole thing, it's just...

it's a mess.

Please.

What good is sorry, Mr Danes?

Is it going to do anything for Mrs Cabina every morning when she wakes up?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

HE SOBS

I'm sorry.

So, what about you? You think he means it?

Not my job.

You know the rules. A strong opinion can interfere with the process of collection.

One of these days you'll have to commit yourself, Esther.

You can't just watch the world all day, even in this job.

In the end, you have to take sides.

Mr Danes.

-Uh, sorry, Mr Danes.

-Please.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said before.

Thank you.

That's very kind.

Ooh, hold it! Hold it!

Wait.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I don't suppose you have the time, do you?

Five after two.

Is it?

Oh, thanks.

I am so stupid. I forgot to change the battery in this thing.

Supposed to just do it once a year, Halloween or Christmas.

But then you're thinking about candy or presents, aren't you?

I thought you were very good.

I'm sorry?

Jilly Kitzinger, Mr Danes.

I'm something of a talent spotter.

That was the most amazing performance.

Oh...

It wasn't a performance.

Right. No, of course.

My mistake. Please, officer, don't shoot!

But here's my business card.

I'm in public relations.

Not for this channel. I have other employers.

I don't need you.

I disagree, Mr Danes.

You have what we call a high media quotient.

Oh, everybody hates me.

No.

That interview has you trending on Twitter with the hashtag "forgive".

You're really very good.

Of course there'd be a fee.

But I'd only take 10% of your earnings.

Good luck. That's 10% of nothing.

You didn't get paid for that?

It was a news show.

They don't pay.

SHE SCOFFS

OK, Oswald.

OK, that's really very funny.

You mean you didn't... you just didn't make a cent?

Really?

OK, that is positively hilarious. Now I wish I could stay.

I'm needed in Washington. But you hold onto my card, sir.

There's a reason churches are empty. People don't want to hear about heaven.

They'd rather hear from a man who's gazed into hell - you.

And frankly, if the devil himself were to walk this earth, he'd need representation.

If the devil himself walked this earth,

he'd surely be working in PR.

Mr Danes!

Oh, I thought you'd left, sorry.

Um, Mr Tepper sent me. Oprah Winfrey's people are on the phone.

She wants to talk to you.

She asked for you personally. She wants you on the show.

Looks like I'm doing fine without you.

Mm-hmm.

All the same, keep the card.

I...think not.

I'm Dr Vera Juarez. They told me there was a panel.

This is the place. Sign in.

I'm not on any list. No-one's expecting me.

I'm not an administrator, I'm a surgeon.

You think you're the first doctor to happen by?

We're taking anybody we can get.

Panels are on the first three floors. Pick one and join in.

The world's screwed up. You want to help or not?

Thank you.

Apoptosis is still going on.

Thank God. Otherwise we'd drown in our own skin cells.

Apes, chimps, bonobos, all appear to be dying as usual.

Humanity is the only species affected.

Human-to-human organ transplants

will stop within the next 12 hours or so.

We're simply running out of donors.

Maybe this is the singularity and it's physical.

But that doesn't mean that it originated on earth.

Surely you're not arguing that this is some kind of extraterrestrial virus?

Well, I'm not ruling it out.

No virus known to man could spread so rapidly.

You're not the person they said would take coffee orders?

Dr Vera Juarez.

-Oh.

-I got something from Koontz at Tel Aviv Medical.

They're reporting all cellular necrosis has stopped.

-We know that.

-Right, but what's happening instead?

They tried killing living tissue in the lab, but the tissue's gone into hibernation.

Wait a minute. They're killing "living" human tissue?

What does that mean?

Look, I saw a man who was in that explosion at the CIA.

No way his heart was pumping oxygen to his brain, but he could move.

He could see.

People are just living. It's like they're too alive.

Yeah, how is that hibernation, Jim?

Tell the Israelis they're insane.

-OK, coffee orders.

-Oh, thank God.

-The hibernation isn't fixed. They've tracked a natural oscillation.

-Oscillation?

You mean like someone turning a radio dial up and down on life?

Well, basically up, yes.

Why is Howard at Mass General asking for more antibiotics?

Who knows? They have plenty of supplies. What Koontz is saying...

He's... he's not asking for his hospital.

He's talking about a policy change.

That's his fourth post today.

But what does he want? A painkiller nation?

What does he mean?

Oh, my God.

He's right.

The human race has become germ incubators.

Hospital beds are filling up because the people who should die don't,

including people with infections.

If they were dead, then the infection could prey on the corpse

and nobody would mind. But instead they're going to stay in the living body and...

Multiply. And if we keep giving them antibiotics...

The infections will become resistant.

In six months, drug-resistant organisms will be everywhere.

Whichever way you look at it, this situation can only get worse.

HE GASPS

Back in your seat.

I'm going to throw up.

It's all right. I'll take him.

You know, it'd be really ironic if you were airsick,

dressed up like a flying ace and all.

I look like hell.

Yeah, your looks are what we're concerned about.

I don't like the timing of this.

Someone wants to take Torchwood out. I warned you.

I know the food's not too hot, but I doubt you've been poisoned.

People get sick. It happens.

Maybe you're right.

Every bug in the world is probably out to get me.

I haven't developed any resistance.

I never needed it.

HE VOMITS

What are you saying? Immortality leads to hypochondria?

You heard about anything going on with Rex?

Sorry, I'm busy. Why, what's going on?

Two men are in his office.

One's got his hard drive, the other's got his files.

Nothing to do with me. I've got to get this to Alan.

-Sure. See if he's heard anything?

-I'll ask him.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Esther Drummond?'

Yes?

'This is Carla Hennessy of Pacific Monument Bank.

'We'd like to discuss some investment options. Is this a good time?'

No, actually, this isn't a good time.

Investment options? I have nothing to invest.

'Well, 50,000 isn't nothing, Miss Drummond.

'I think you'll find we can offer a very good return on a six-month CD.'

I haven't got 50,000.

'It was a wire transfer, made at midday today.'

Made by who?

'There's no name, only a pass code. But the transaction came from China.'

I have to go.

We've closed down her desk, but there's no sign of her.

Well, she can't get anywhere without her ID,

and that's chipped.

I mean, wherever she goes we should know it.

We found the ID.

It was in a trash can.

Where was the trash can?

Of course I've got my ID.

Hey, Esther.

-Looks like we're going to be working late.

-Yeah?

You didn't hear? China's making threats to the UN.

They're going to undervalue the currency down to 50%.

SPEECH BECOMES DISTANT

Said with the population explosion they need to focus down.

Which automatically escalates the trade war.

The question is, are they going to stop at 50 or go lower?

What do you think?

Yeah.

Going to the briefing?

Yeah, just gotta...

do things. Busy.

Hold on. Tell Forsyth I had to go to Cyber Division, OK?

Charlotte Wills exited the secure area of the sixth floor at 15:53.

And she swiped the elevator at 15:54.

Where is she now?

I can't tell. I can issue a security alert if you want?

No, no, this is just an exercise, that's all.

Why don't we see how they do in finding her?

Esther Drummond.

Yeah, she's in Cyber Division.

I just saw her, second floor.

She didn't leave the building. She couldn't with the wrong ID.

She'd have to pass at least one checkpoint.

Look at you. I can't believe you're still on duty.

You've been working double shifts the past, what, three days, four days now?

Three days running.

Nice of you to notice. You're the only one.

I guess the money makes it worth it, huh?

Double my pay amounts to double nothing.

Well, if you ask me, you're worth your weight in gold.

You drive safe now.

Oh, I will.

-I'm sorry, we didn't have time for a handover. There's no medication.

-Don't talk to the prisoners.

You gave him a drink. What did you do to him? What was in it?

Take it easy.

Are you saying I poisoned him?

-If you did anything, you'd better bloody tell me.

-I didn't. She was with me.

-I didn't touch the drinks, did I?

-This is ridiculous. No-one's poisoned anyone.

Hold on. You went to supervise him. That's what you said.

Who needs supervising to pour a drink?

-What did you supervise exactly?

-Now you're accusing anyone?

It's you or the big gay steward. My money's on you.

-I'm not gay.

-Just search her, Rex, please.

-You know no-one can die.

-Yeah? What if you're wrong, Rex?

What if your big success is one Welsh woman and a dead body? Huh?

Just search her. That's all I'm saying. Search her.

Rex, please, search her. Please.

All right, if it'll shut you up.

Let me see your bag.

-Hey!

-Put that down!

You stay right there.

What did I say? Poison.

Is that what you assume when you find medicine in someone's bag?

-Well, if it's medicine, I'm sure one pill won't hurt you.

-That's a damn good idea. Take it.

Why would I take that? It's poison.

-You just said...

-I just said it was quite an assumption.

Yes, I carry poison.

I run a lot of agents, they might need it.

If you didn't give him anything, then tell us what kind of poison is in this bag.

Yeah. Get over here.

-Don't touch me!

-Sit down. Stay right there. Stay right there.

-What did you give him?

-I didn't give him anything.

-Just tell us what it is!

Let me see.

Cyanide. Are my lips blue?

-No, you're just pale.

-Not cyanosis.

OK, maybe this.

Had a boyfriend who took arsenic.

Same consistency.

-You had a boyfriend that took arsenic?

-Yeah, Slovenian.

-Took arsenic for better skin.

-I've read about that.

-That was back in the 1800s, though.

-Never mind about that.

-Look, the point is how do we fix this? How do we cure arsenic poisoning?

-I don't know.

PHONE RINGS

-Rex, not now.

-How do you cure arsenic poisoning?

-Is this some kind of joke?

-I have someone with a headache, nausea and convulsions.

-We think he was given arsenic.

-Then take him to a hospital.

-I have to get back to work.

-No, don't hang up. Just listen.

We are stuck on a plane over the Atlantic. What else can we do?

Tell him he's lucky. Great time to be poisoned. He can't die.

This is the mortal man, the one I was telling you about.

-Seriously, I think this man can die.

-Now you believe me.

-You shut up!

-Vera, what the hell can we do?

-Jesus, I don't know.

-I suppose you can try chelation.

-OK, chelation. What is it?

You can remove toxic metals from the body by introducing

competing chemicals that bind them up and make them inactive.

-So what do we give him?

-I suppose EDTA.

-But if you're on a plane, you won't have that.

-What's EDTA.

-Who are you?

-Just tell me, what's EDTA?

-Ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid.

-What's that when it's at home? What's it made of?

-I don't know. I'm a doctor, not a chemist.

Is there nobody in the entire CIA that is a poisons expert?

Yeah, but the CIA just poisoned him. Seriously, you're all I've got.

-I'm watching the man die.

-Oh, my, God. This is stupid.

Everybody, today's challenge - create EDTA

using only materials that can be found on a plane.

I'm serious. Now quickly, come on.

OK, I've got it. This might work. Tell them they need two things.

Formaldehyde?

And ethylenediamine?

-You are not giving me formaldehyde!

-You can shut up! OK, now where do we find this?

You can make formaldehyde.

By oxidising methanol?

How the hell do we oxidise methanol at 30,000 feet?

Some laptops use fuel cells with methanol. Not standard batteries.

-They have to be fuel cells.

-Laptops. Try laptop fuel cells.

Danny, I need you to check all the laptops. See if one of them has fuel cells. Now!

-Quicker than that, Danny. For God's sake!

-And you'll need a catalyst. That would be...

-Get me silver.

-I'm on it.

-Damn it.

-Oh, and they need ammonia.

-You need to find ammonia.

-OK, cleaner... You must have cleaner in the loos or the bathroom.

Come on, faster, faster, faster! Come on.

-Yeah, that looks like silver.

-Next!

We're going to need to heat this up. Right.

Silver...

Where's the dichloroethane? It's in degreaser.

Oh, that, we don't have that stuff.

Do not say that, Greta. You must have some somewhere.

-We don't use it. I don't go around degreasing.

-No?

-The automated system takes care of it.

-The automated system?

-The automated system?

-The ACRS. It works like the de-icer.

There's a central pump and there's the tubing that distributes it.

-Oh, God. Tubing?

-Orange tubing.

-Where's the tubing?

-In the floor.

In the floor?

-You're damaging the floor!

-I'm going to rip this plane apart with my bare hands and you're helping!

Get over there and help. One, two, three, up! It's wires.

-It's just bloody wires!

-All right, rip the panels up. Rip 'em all up.

-Brilliant. Your prisoner is sick and you're destroying the plane.

-Careful with those wires.

Looking a bit worried there, Rex, like this might all be your fault. You put us on this plane.

-There's no orange tube!

-Is there something between you two?

-What?

-You and World War II.

-I'm married with a baby.

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

-Yeah, did you have a thing with your poisoner friend over there?

-Yeah, we did.

-But we got on each other's nerves.

-Really? Can't imagine(!)

There is no orange tube here.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. It's a degreaser, right?

-So you use a degreaser where there's grease. So where's grease?

-Uh, moving parts. Moving parts...

-Danny, moving parts.

-Where's the access conduit to the landing gear? Come on!

-Here.

-Move this.

-Move it up.

Give me a hand. Ready?

-One, two, three.

-Don't damage it, you idiots.

-Orange! Look, it's an orange tube!

-I see it. I see it.

-OK, give me a knife.

-Knife.

-Wait a minute. We've got to be careful because it's not labelled.

If it's part of the oil system, we're screwed.

Yeah, whatever.

Oh, get a cup. Get a cup. Gather it, man. That's it.

That's beautiful.

-Yaaa!

-Whoo!

-Yes!

-Final ingredient - touch of cyanide.

-Are you sure that's right?

Chelation means replacing one toxic substance with another.

It's not enough to kill him...

hopefully.

-There. I knew diabetes would be useful one day.

-Lovely.

Now, I'm going to need your tie, Danny.

-Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up.

-Come on, come on.

-Right.

Lovely.

-He'll need help with his coat.

-Yup.

Be careful with his coat.

That's it. That's it, as quick as you can.

-OK, take his sleeve up.

-I heard cyanide.

Shh, trust me. It's going to be all right.

-No, it won't. Don't let her do this. She'll kill you.

-Shut up.

You're not filling me with confidence.

-Be careful. That's my good tie.

-And you're definitely not gay?

-It was one time, OK?

-All right, Jack, don't move.

Here we go.

Wow!

-That was your last chance.

-Yeah? What are you going to do about it?

If you're the best England's got to offer, then God help you.

I'm Welsh.

It's OK!

-Hurry up.

-Ahh!

Jack?

Ahh!

OK. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ah-ah!

The doctor said it was going to burn, OK? Jack, I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I think it's corrosive. It's working though, yeah? It's working?!

Oh, please, God, say it's working. Jack? What is it?

-Yes. Yes.

-It's working?

-Yes.

-Nice work. Nice work.

You know, it's always better to return with three healthy prisoners.

Sit down.

Jesus.

'What about Lyn?

'Has she said anything about who put her up to this or why?'

No, we won't get anything out of her for a while. She's unconscious.

All right. I'll take care of it.

A security force will meet you at the airport.

We'll find out what's going on.

Sounds good.

Go get him.

It's proof.

We have absolute proof.

We compared the telomeres from yesterday with the telomeres from 48 hours ago. There's no doubt,

they're shortening, which means we're still aging.

-What kind of immortality is that?

-It's the story of Tithonus.

A Greek goddesses asked Zeus to make Tithonus immortal, but she forgot to ask for eternal youth.

He became so ancient and decrepit, he eventually shrank into a cicada.

-He begged for death.

-This is no miracle. This is just...

This just means that sooner or later we're all going to hell.

But the whole thing could be temporary. For all we know, it could be normal by tomorrow.

But we can't assume that. We can't assume anything.

All we know is that things are different now.

Look, what do we know about the dead?

They accumulate.

So now what we have accumulating are people who should be dead

but aren't.

Will they be in pain forever? We don't know. But while we wait, they're suffering.

And death won't take care of them for us. What they need most of all is pain management.

-I assume you're giving them medication.

-That's my point.

We have to start manufacturing painkillers immediately, by presidential order if necessary.

We have to rebuild the entire system

of health care in this country right now.

If we sit back and assume this will pass,

we'll have a disaster on our hands.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to bother you.

-But actually, do you think that I could borrow a cigarette?

-Sure.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

I don't suppose anyone actually really borrows a cigarette though.

Can you hold this for one second? Thank you.

It's more like theft. So now I've stolen your property. Sorry.

You're a busy woman.

Oh, well, you should talk, acting head of surgery.

It's Dr Juarez, isn't it?

Oh, there it is.

Thank you. Thank you. Sorry.

-Is that one mine? Thank you.

-Have we been introduced?

No, but I saw you in the meeting. And I hope you don't mind me saying, but you were magnificent.

-Uh-huh.

-Just everyone in there, just yap, yap, yap, yap.

But you just cut right through. It was...

-I could have stood up and applauded.

-So what were you doing in there?

I'm sorry. Jilly Kitzinger, public relations. Yes.

Let me give you my card. Here.

OK, that's the PhiCorp logo.

-I don't need a drug rep. Thanks.

-No, I know. I know, I know, I know.

I know. I said, "They're working hard in there. They don't need me getting in the way."

But my boss was like, "Jilly."

And he gave me that look. So... But it's destiny, I think.

Here we are, you and me, working together.

Please take it.

-No, thanks.

-Just in case.

-I don't need your help.

I disagree.

Have you considered January 15th, Dr Juarez?

What's January 15th?

Mmm, well, January 15th of this year,

the Senate Committee For Drugs And Alcohol voted to ring-fence the national stockpile of surplus drugs

for use only by the civil defence programme,

which does not technically include this current scenario.

But you need that stockpile immediately.

So a very clever doctor would be talking to her senator

to reverse that decision immediately.

I don't know. Just a thought, right? Never say never.

-So you specialise in pain management?

-Mm-hmm.

-I don't suppose you have any samples with you?

-I might.

I'm sure I have a personal supply.

This one too, she's under arrest.

Mr Friedkin wants a full debriefing.

He has section chiefs from clandestine and intelligence on standby.

We have a secure van to take the prisoners to Langley.

This way. Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, who's this?

It's Esther, calling from a different number. Did you get my messages?

-I haven't had a chance. Why?

-Will you listen to your voicemail sometime?

'We are being set up.'

They cleaned out your office and there is 50,000 in my bank account.

Whoever's doing this, they'll be waiting for you.

'Someone is trying to erase Torchwood, right?

'What if they're trying to erase anyone who's had contact with Torchwood?

'Rex, do you hear me?'

-Rex, do you hear me?

-Oh, yeah? Wow, that's...

That's wonderful. Yeah, it's great to be back.

If it looked like we were traitors being paid off, all they'd have to do is lay a false trail to Beijing

while our bodies are in some shallow grave in Virginia somewhere.

Maybe several graves now that death isn't what it used to be.

Yeah, well, that idea is extremely relevant.

Oh, you're with them?

Yeah, that seems to be the ongoing situation.

Rex, just get out of there. I don't know what's going on, but get out.

Yeah, yeah, I've got you. That's confirmed.

I'll be outside arrivals in a blue mini. Make it quick.

-They'll be looking for this car soon.

-All right. Copy that.

Hey, you know, I just remembered there's one final piece of legislation needed

to make this a full and proper rendition.

And according to recent amendments to U.S. Code section 3184

and section 3185 on transferring prisoners from airside to landside,

the law clearly states that once they touch down on American soil,

they have free and easy access to one very important thing.

-And what's that?

-Bullshit.

-See ya.

-Hey, hey!

Crazy bitch.

Even if we can get past, how do we get out?

You know what US Immigration is like at the best of times.

Hey, what the hell are you waiting around here for?

-We're stuck, thanks to you.

-Oh, my God, you two are idiots.

You're already landside. Take a look around.

You're at the baggage claim for domestic flights. You could just walk out of here.

-Now follow me.

-Hey, you get us arrested, OK, you break up my family,

-you nearly get Jack killed, why should we go with you?

-Because I have a car.

Here, take your thing.

-Excuse me, sir?

-Yes?

Those two men over there in the black suits, I think I overheard them talking about a bomb.

Now are you glad I didn't let you bring your kid?

Imagine her here in the middle of all of this.

So how about thinking at some point that maybe I did something good?

-Ah, perfect timing.

-This had better be worth it.

Hey, what are you doing? This is the car.

She just came to bring me drugs. Sorry, babe, got to go.

Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?

-What sort of getaway car is this? I thought you Americans all had big SUVs. This is rubbish.

-Get in.

-Dr Juarez.

-Esther, isn't it?

Hi.

Hey, I told you already, you can't stay here.

-I'm sorry. We're going.

-Rex, you've got to work on these escape plans.

-Where are we going?

-Just anywhere.

Did I tell you that they'd bribed me with twice as much as you?

Oh, sh...

Jesus. All right, just drive. Drive.

-There! She stole the car. Let's go!

-What the hell was that? Was that Lyn?

What the hell is going on?!

Welcome to Torchwood.

Something happened to all of us.

Miracle day arrived and we all came out of it changed.

Her husband strangled her. She didn't die, so he kept strangling her, that's not murder?

We can't say attempted murder any more, cos murder is impossible.

Is it Boston Street?

SIRENS

Go, go, go!

Some sort of morphic field suspended the human race.

But it's more than people just surviving. They are so alive.

They were ready for the miracle. PhiCorp knew what was coming.

What the hell is the matter with you? Don't you know how serious this is?

And who the hell put you in charge?

-As far as I can see, you got all your staff killed.

-They were my friends.

-Yeah, dead friends.

-Rex, don't.

-Who the hell are you people anyway?

No, Rex, hold on. Rex. Don't!

Tell the truth!

You don't feel sorry at all.

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