Episode 3 Torchwood

The survival of Oswald Danes turns out to be the first incident in a much bigger story.

The amazing thing about the miracle is not that no-one's dying.

Not that the human race has become immortal.

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

So now we have people who should be dead, but aren't.

We have to start manufacturing painkillers immediately.

-Jilly Kitzinger. I'm something of a talent spotter.

-I don't need you.

-I disagree, Mr Danes.

-Someone's trying to erase Torchwood.

-What if they're also erasing anyone who's ever had any contact with Torchwood?

-Go get him.

I have a car.

All right, just drive. Drive, drive.

-What the hell is going on?

-Welcome to Torchwood.

What happened to you in there?

Something happened to all of us, not just me.

Miracle Day arrived and...

we all came out of it changed.

But why do you think people accept you as an expert?

I'm no expert,

but I'm a free man.

And since the miracle, the White House has said nothing.

Scientists have said nothing. I think the establishment is scared into silence. I survived.

-I can say what I want.

-Such as?

Well, is anyone paying attention to the profits that the drug companies are making?

We need drugs more than ever.

But I think we should take all those pills,

those tablets and those potions, and give them to people free.

Yes, that's what I'm saying, because that's how radical the world needs to be right now.

Free drugs, free health care, free access for all.

-You think that's practical?

-Who's to say what's practical? That's pre-miracle thinking.

-Who told you to set me up?

-Rex!

Put the gun down.

Because everywhere I turn, the whole CIA has been poisoned against me, by you!

-Who told you to do it?!

-I don't know what you mean.

-Bullshit!

You set me up, Friedkin, and you got paid to do it.

Now, technically, we both know that I can't "kill" you.

But you see, the beauty of this miracle is if I shoot you

just right, then maybe, you might live in agony for who knows how long?

Maybe 1,000 years? Now, you think about that,

because I've always wondered what part of the brain is memories...

or personality. or...

-what lets you control your own bladder?

-No, don't!

-Tell me!

I don't know who they are. I never did.

They just paid me over the years.

They've been there for decades, and I can't...

couldn't stop them. It's too late.

Look, they've only ever contacted me on one telephone number.

-Get the number.

-Yes, I know that. Thanks.

-Yeah, well, hurry up.

I was right about the alarm.

The police are on their way. Esther is tracking them.

Uh, confirmed. There's a unit on 5th heading for Riverdale.

North or south?

North. I mean, heading from the north going south.

Gwen, one car from the north.

On it. Doing it.

They only contact me. They call me through that.

But listen, Rex, you won't find them.

I never did.

They're everywhere.

-They know everything.

-Well, I just have one more thing to say.

-Don't go deaf.

-What?

GUNSHOT

EARS RINGING

You took your time.

One unit on Tacoma. Jack, you'd better move. They're right on top of you.

SIRENS WAIL

Go, go, go, go, go!

Not bad, team.

-Not bad at all.

-What did we get?

We got a cell phone. So, whoever made the miracle, now we've got contact.

-Anything? Any news?

-Yeah. Don't worry, it's good.

They've moved Rhys and Anwen to a safe house, location unknown,

but they're in the custody of Sergeant Andy Davidson.

Have you called him?

-That line's been decommissioned. I'm trying, OK?

-That's my bloody family, hurry.

Right, here we go. Brand new mobiles for everyone courtesy of Jack's cashpoint card.

I hope I didn't clear you out.

No chance. That account's been gathering interest since 1906.

And some new clothes. Basics.

If they don't fit, then tough. Jack.

And food. Everybody is panic buying, so I had to go to the petrol station and all they had was crisps.

Oh, I think you meant gas station and chips.

-Crisps are called chips over here.

-Thank you, Miss Translation.

And a mobile is a cell phone and by cashpoint you mean ATM.

Don't ever leave my side, OK?

It is absolutely mental out there.

Some TV show said that the miracle was a virus and then some website

said it was the plague, so they run to the shops and clear the shelves.

Oh, and the new cult out on the street, that march,

they call themselves The Soulless.

Apparently, everlasting life has robbed mankind of their souls.

Turns out Friedkin was telling the truth.

-His handset was only contacted by one number. I traced it, but it hits a vine.

-What's a vine?

A vine is when you trace a number back, but the trail branches out again and again.

Piggyback those secondary numbers spreading out almost exponentially.

So, instead of tracing one number, you're chasing 500,000.

-What?

-You should be in the hospital.

Hey, less of the sympathy.

He can keep working, the bastard.

You're gonna keep just going on and on about your kid, huh? Do you want her here with us? Hmm?

Maybe she can go play in that corner, where the lead paint chips look extra tasty.

Got you that from your mates, The Soulless.

-Did you get me painkillers?

-Sold out. Unlucky.

'I think we should take all those pills,

'those tablets and those potions and give them to people free.'

This guy has got a good idea, free drugs.

So, who is this guy, Oswald Danes?

He just got lucky. He's a convicted murderer and paedophile sentenced to death on Miracle Day.

He's on every channel.

We need to investigate anyone making a profit out of all of this.

-On it.

-Go back, search family history, everything.

-I know.

Thank you, I know what I'm doing.

This lemonade is flat.

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

-Fizzy lemonade?!

-It's fizzy in the UK and flat in the US.

-Hmm, just about sums it up.

-How are we doing on the money?

I can't trace where the bribes came from.

I'm going through Friedkin's patterns of behaviour instead.

-He's a section chief. You're not getting into those files.

-You want to bet?

This Torchwood software, it's serious.

What are you doing with that?

-Nothing. I'm just putting my numbers in.

-Whose numbers?

-My sister's.

You're going to phone your sister?

-No.

-Esther, what the hell is the matter with you?

Don't you know how serious this is?

The CIA will monitor her calls.

-I'm sorry, OK?

-Well, think next time.

-Come on, Rex.

She's not used to this.

I'm not either. It doesn't make me stupid.

That's enough, OK?

And who the hell put you in charge?

I think the CIA did.

-You're a member of Torchwood now, whether you like it or not.

-I'm sorry, OK? I really am.

I just... I've never done all this before.

You guys have. I sit at my desk and read blogs for a living.

Rex, it's my sister. She's just...

-She's not well.

-Yeah, it's irrelevant.

I tried to do a search on morphic fields because that's the best that I could work out,

that some sort of morphic field suspended the human race. But it's got to be more than that.

What do you mean?

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 paralyzed, 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.

That was me, all the way through my accident,

wide awake.

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

Yeah.

So, what did the search say?

That's the problem.

Everybody's had the same idea.

"Morphic field"...

..gets 10 million results.

Then I'll go through them, all 10 million.

See, that's what I do when I'm at my desk. Hard work.

I know.

-He cock-blocked the ATF.

-I have no idea what any of that means.

The ATF is 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.

-What's ancillary?

-It's a paper chase. Way to lose something in the system.

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 3rd and Boston, south west.

-All right, so we've got a mission.

-First thing we need to do is steal a new car.

-Uh, ahem. Sorry, who's giving the orders?

OK, Torchwood,

-what do you say?

-We need to steal a new car.

GLASS SMASHES

ALARM BEEPS

Got one!

There's somebody's dry cleaning back here.

And it's my size. I'm taking these.

My clothes are stinking.

Ladies, avert your eyes. That includes you, World War II.

These new phones aren't bad. The camera is good quality, too.

I know you didn't just take a picture of me changing my pants.

-You're changing your pants?

-Pants mean trousers.

Are we really on a mission here?

Well, maybe this is the way Torchwood does things, mate.

-Maybe you want to drive on the other side of the street, mate.

-Mmm.

3rd and Boston. That's the one.

Security profile says the guard's on a quarterly rotation.

He checks in with base every 15 minutes starting on the hour.

All right, so we going to come up with a plan or is that just the American thing to do?

HORN BEEPS

-Hi.

-What can I do for you?

I wonder, can you help?

-Sure.

-We're a little bit lost. Sorry. The British abroad, hopeless, honestly. I think

we're trying to get to Boston Avenue.

Is it Boston... Boston Road or Boston...? Is it Boston Street?

-You've done that before.

-So many times.

Esther, how much time do we have?

11 minutes.

I can unlock it, but only by tricking it into thinking it's booting up for the day,

but that means all the lights come on, the computers boot up.

-Do it. Esther, keep watch.

-Right.

Done.

Let's see what's in this.

Let me see that.

-It's drugs. It's legitimate drugs.

-What is it? Metanec.

Metanec is a painkiller, yeah?

-Hallelujah!

-Thousands of them. Millions of them.

-Phi-Corp.

-Yeah, you know Phi-Corp, Jack.

Big pharmaceutical company. We've got Phi-Corp back home.

It's everywhere. Worldwide.

These are the pills I've been taking. The beauty is they're non-narcotic.

They keep you painless and wide awake.

It's the perfect drug for the new world order.

There was a delivery yesterday.

When was the first one?

-Way back.

-Oh.

Oh, hold on.

Deliveries go back at least a year,

all for drugs.

All from Phi-Corp.

Oh, my God.

Bigger on the inside than the outside.

These are all painkillers?

-They're ready for a war.

-No.

They were ready for the miracle.

Phi-Corp knew it was coming.

You, come here.

This woman's husband strangled her. She won't die so he keeps strangling her. Now her brain is soup

and her neck is like dust, and you're telling me it's not murder?

-We charged him with assault.

-That's not enough! This is murder!

-Don't blame me.

We're not even allowed to say "attempted murder" any more

cos murder is impossible. The whole system is breaking down.

It's the NIH. They say you're late for some kind of panel.

-I'm looking at an additional 500,000 people a day.

-What's up?

The 50% of pregnancies that spontaneously abort are not aborting. Genetic mistakes are suddenly viable.

No baby is a mistake.

What hospital are you from?

Providence. Dr Carey Murphy.

Yeah, I was a Catholic too, once. I got better.

We're talking brain outside the skull, no skin, no face, suffering.

Yeah, these are mistakes.

Oh, hell.

Sorry. Um, but actually, I think we can help. Jilly Kitzinger. Hi.

Pain management in newborns

is something we've already got going on at Phi-Corp,

so we can roll out a strategy.

We've got a bigger problem. Somebody got off a plane from New Delhi

in Boston and now we've got cholera. I warned you!

I seem to recall no shortage of clean water in Boston.

Turn on a tap, gentlemen.

Can we talk about the situation in the ERs?

We're seeing more of this every day.

We're not done with the birth issue, guys.

They put contraceptives in the water in India, mainland China. We might have to look at that.

-That's not a serious proposition?

-Long-term doesn't matter if we lose the heart of our healthcare system.

We need more facilities, more space, but who'll organize it?

We'll put it on the agenda, but we're getting pretty far off track.

Can we talk about the contraception option with professional distance?

It's been raining on and off.

Like it wasn't end-of-the-worldly enough.

We don't deserve this miracle.

We'll just screw it up, like we always do.

Human damn beings. I'm including myself.

Phi-Corp needs feedback from medical staff.

Why don't you come and talk to us?

My schedule is a little full.

OK. But you gave a commencement speech last year at Columbia

about your college mentor, how she worked for Doctors Without Borders

when they were just starting out in Biafra.

You said you wanted to find a way to give back, like she did. Did you find that?

I... I was talking about fieldwork.

Everything is fieldwork now.

I mean, FEMA... FEMA is hopeless.

It's a pot of glue that still thinks it's a racehorse.

Phi-Corp can really do something.

You're just out to make a profit.

Well, companies profit by turning situations round to their advantage.

But isn't that how every human damn being gets through their day?

Come in and say hello.

Just once.

-Maybe.

-I'll take that as a yes!

Oh, God. I've got to go.

Busy, busy. But you have my card. You won't regret it.

And that's a promise!

OK, we do a deep search on this Phi-Corp.

I want to peel back security and find everything.

-I can handle company history.

-I can do European operations.

Whoa, wait a minute. After we do all this research, then what do we do?

We go in, whether that means infiltration or confrontation.

So we just sit on this information?

Come on, guys, seriously?

We've got a major link between an international corporation

-and the miracle, and we keep it to ourselves?

-We got this far on our own.

Yeah, but see, it's not just about us. Not any more.

This is about doing the right thing - for the state and for the people.

Jack, he's got a point.

OK. We need a friend with connections. Got any ideas?

My senior instructor at Langley. I'm sure he'd still give me a chance.

-He's CIA.

-He's ex-CIA.

Look, I know this is a risk.

But it's a risk I'm willing to take.

-So what do you say?

-OK.

OK.

And I've got proof. I've got photographs and documentation.

But I can't compromise you or your family, sir. You know I would never do that.

So maybe we could meet somewhere neutral.

How about the lobby of the Freeville Hotel?

It's on North Street West. The Freeville Hotel.

SIRENS WAIL, BRAKES SCREECH

What's the use?

We discovered this Phi-Corp shit, but everyone's been turned against us.

We're still on the run. We can't trust anyone.

They can't have got to everyone we know or be tracking the cellphones, cos they're new.

I warned you.

Whoever these people are, they're good, and they're ready for us.

Which puts us back at square one. We tackle Phi-Corp ourselves.

And is that standard Torchwood policy?

Suppose it is, yeah.

You know, you dress like it's World War II,

so I don't expect you to be up on current events,

but there is no Torchwood!

It's dead. Gone. Buried!

It's us!

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

They were my friends.

-Your dead friends!

-Rex, don't.

"Rex, don't."

Ah, you want me to stop? I'll stop.

Who the hell are you people anyway?

Rex, hold on. Hold on. We've got to work together on this, Rex.

Don't, Rex. Don't!

Don't! Rex!

City's going wild.

Everyone's out drinking.

Nobody knows whether it's a party or a wake.

-My arm is itching.

-Poor baby.

I think it's infected.

You're worse than Rhys. It's itching because it's healing. Stop it, Jack.

Oi, Jack!

Mortal man, mortal needs.

We've got work to do.

I am so mortal.

Hey, baby! What's up?

Yeah! Whoo!

There's a poem.

"I have been one acquainted with the night.

"I have walked out in rain and back in rain."

It's probably not about walking.

I suppose it's about death.

Yeah. The poets are the ones who are really going to suffer, aren't they?

All those poems about death.

Well, it was Robert Frost, so maybe it really was just about walking.

My apartment's that way.

Ten minutes down the freeway, turn off at 11th.

-Home.

-You'd be arrested on the spot.

And that'd be worse than this?

I'd be safe, be warm.

Wouldn't be holding you back.

I don't know if I can do this.

What's wrong with your sister?

She's not sick. She just...

..can't cope.

Never could. I'm the youngest, but I've always looked after her.

Well, she's in that direction.

But I'm warning you, you give up now and you'll prove that Rex was right.

Can't have that.

No, we can't.

Miles to go before we sleep.

Mm-hmm.

POUNDING CLUB BEAT

Scotch.

What are these?

Sobriety chips. Got two-month chips, six-month chips.

A whole bowl of ten-year chips around here somewhere.

People are throwing a lot of sober out the window tonight.

Sorry I can't add to your collection. Unless you want a button.

Oh, you damage that coat, I'm jumping over this bar to protect it.

Jack.

-You like the coat?

-Brad. Passionately.

What's the latest from the White House?

Are we getting any sort of clarity?

Well, off the record, this miracle is so impossible,

a lot of high level officials are thinking the word "alien",

meaning an intervention or at least an influence from beyond this world.

But so far, no-one's willing to say it out loud.

Well, bringing the discussion back down from outer space,

we saw some action today.

The Supreme Court has agreed to hear a case...

This OK?

For the trumpet shall sound and the dead shall be raised,

incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption,

and the mortal shall have put on immortality,

so then shall this corruptible shall be put on

then this mortality shall be brought to pass

the saying which is written, "Death shall be swallowed up in victory.

"O, death, where is thy sting? O, grave, where is thy victory?"

Dr Juarez. >

HE PANTS

I'm going to need you to dress this again.

And I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist.

LABOURED BREATHING

I'm going to need your help. You know, medicine and care...

just until I clear my name.

I'm just taking your word for it that you're not a traitor.

HE LAUGHS

Oh, yeah.

But you know, you've already given me drugs, taken me into your home.

You know, we both have the power to make a case against one another.

Nice.

So what you're saying is, that's what our relationship comes down to - blackmail.

Huh. Well...

..When you put it that way, it's kind of hot.

Rex, I'm exhausted.

Me, too.

Do you have protection?

What for?

Can't die now. Don't need nothing in-between.

That's not how it works any more.

A lifetime of regret just got even longer, that's all.

Fine. You're calling the shots.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

The sting of death is sin, and the sake of sin is the law!

But thanks be to God,

which giveth us our victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Hey.

Hey!

-I was just leaving. Just leaving.

-Carla, is this the guy?

-It's him.

-No, you got me mistaken with somebody else.

-Oswald Danes, the child killer.

-No.

If you don't want to be recognised, don't put your face on TV!

Let's get him.

Officer! That kid! He's harassing me.

Oh, not fair, man. You know who you got there?

-Look at him.

-It's a mistake.

-You should go home, sir.

-That's Oswald Danes.

Do you know what he said about the girl, the one he killed?

"She should have run faster." That's what he said.

Go home right now.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I'm just trying to get back to my motel.

Do you think you could give me a lift? It's just off 278.

Yeah, get in.

Thank you.

What? Is there a problem here, officer?

You can get out, sir.

Ah, shit.

All right. Of course.

Of course. Here we go, huh?

Here we go.

Don't you worry, sir. Nothing on your face.

You'll still be nice and handsome for the TV.

You should have run faster, Oswald.

Are you saying the pharmaceutical companies knew it was going to happen?

Only one company. Phi-Corp.

You OK?

My...

My mother had a massive stroke last year.

I had to make a choice.

God, if I'd just kept her alive a little longer. If I had been warned.

They even gave me their card.

Phi-Corp. Some woman called Kitzinger.

She wants me to go to some kind of private meeting.

Well, you know you have to go and find out more.

-I need to know what they're doing.

-Rex, that's your job, not mine.

-What?

Hey, listen, I'm serious. I need you to do this.

You break in here, threaten to expose me for helping you

and now you want me to spy for you?

-Yeah, will you?

-No!

-Phi-Corp knew, Vera.

OK? They could have warned us.

Think about your mother. I mean, you let her die...

I'm taking a shower. Let yourself out.

And I don't need to see you again.

Gwen, I had to call.

I thought of a thing.

'Are you drunk?'

A little. You?

Some of us have to work.

-Your turn to talk.

-I know.

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 me.

A good team.

I missed you.

I was thinking...

-if this had happened a bit sooner...

-I know.

-..he'd still be here. Ianto.

-Dead friends.

-I'm sorry.

'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.

-We don't need anyone, do we?

-Sorry.

-We don't need Rex.

I had to bounce a signal off Paraguay, but it's to say thanks.

Oh, my God. Rhys?

-Oh, my God!

-Can you see me? I can see you, can you see me?

Yes, a little bit too much of you, not enough baby.

Put up the baby.

Give your mam a wave.

We don't need anyone.

Right, Gwen?

Gwen?

-Hey!

-Anwen.

Hello, little sweetheart.

Hey, mummy, look!

Hello, darling. We're safe and we escaped.

We're fine, I promise.

-I'll be home as soon as I can. I will.

-Andy said he can move us

with police supervision back to Swansea, so we're waiting for you.

Hey? It's Mam! It's Mam! Hello, Mam!

Rough night, Oswald?

Oh, God.

What was it?

Was it Jill, or...? No, let me guess. Jillian?

Jilly. Jilly Kitzinger. Told you, you'd need me.

Now, we have a very important meeting to go to,

-so you can get cleaned up on the plane to Dallas.

-Dallas? Why?

These are the times that make men, Oswald.

So it's your choice.

Stay where you are or stand up tall

and stride across the skin of the world.

Which is it?

Well, let's see...

If that's a promise of help,

you'd better deliver...

Miss Jilly Kitzinger.

I will, sir. I promise.

I'll hold you to it.

Lead on.

PHONE RINGS

-Yeah?

-You left me your number cos you knew I'd give in.

OK, I'm not the CIA, I don't go undercover, but...

-..maybe I can get you inside.

-Yes!

I feel awful, which is amazing!

-I thought we broke up.

-Yeah, well there's work to be done.

-So they just look like contact lenses?

-Mm-hm. Look at the laptop.

They're the one piece of Torchwood tech I kept.

It's like a camera, see? OK. Side...

-Huh!

-..to side. See?

Very cool. Where'd you get it from?

A distant moon of a distant star.

Ha, ha, ha(!) Really, where'd you get them from?

A distant moon of a distant star.

I am loving this hangover.

I knew mortality would make life more intense. Ow!

Don't touch my pills. I need them.

I need them too.

-You weren't impaled.

-Should've seen the other guy!

Ooh, that face!

Rex doesn't like his jokes too gay.

No, Rex doesn't like men in their 40s acting like they're 20.

And we've got a winner. Now, hush. Esther's sending me texts.

So we can communicate with the I-5s just by typing.

Hm.

Hello, Esther. I'm Gwen.

But there's no sound.

We've got lip-reading software. Look at me.

-Right at me.

-Mm-hm?

-Say something.

My name is Rex Matheson, representing the Central Intelligence Agency.

COMPUTER: My name is Rex Matheson,

-representing the Central Intelligence Agency.

-All right,

-that'll work. I can get inside with those.

-Problem.

They're isomorphic. Biometrically tuned in to me and me alone.

Seriously?

Mm-hm. If anyone's going on this mission, it's got to be me.

-Yep.

-Huh?

-What?

We very much appreciate your coming. Phi-Corp knows how busy you must be.

No, I don't think this is right. I was here to see Miss Kitzinger?

No, this is the meeting.

I think you may know some of these people.

Andy Collier from Johns Hopkins.

Shelby Lewis, shortlisted for the Lasker Prize.

OK.

We're starting in five.

-Oh, if you'll excuse me...?

-First door on your left.

Thank you.

-Where's Rex?

-No, I'm not Rex.

I know, long story. Go back to the meeting,

keep Jilly Kitzinger there for as long as you can. Go!

Are you giving me orders?

Yes, go!

-She did good, Dr. Juarez.

-Yeah.

-How did you talk her into it?

-It's not exactly a professional relationship.

Oswald Danes.

-What's he doing?

-Tell her to follow him.

No, no. No way.

Let her stay on the mission.

Find out anything about Oswald Danes?

Nothing special, apart from being a monster.

He just chose the right day to be executed on.

-He's got nothing to do with this stuff.

-Ah.

I'm sorry, no. I have been forgiven.

A substantial number of people have forgiven me.

I can feel that in my heart, in my guts.

Forgiveness, it's like a tide

or a storm. It clears the air.

I'm very lucky to have been forgiven, and I feel very...

I feel very blessed.

And I think of forgiveness as a cure.

Gentlemen, Mr. Danes.

Yeah?

Who was that woman?

She works for me. Are you at the meeting yet?

Yeah, but it's not a meeting.

It's some kind of presentation.

Well, keep the line open. I want to hear.

Hello, and thank you for coming. I'm Congressman Patrick Morganthall.

Some of you are listening to us from Los Angeles...

A congressman.

Cleveland, DC, Dallas, Singapore, Hong Kong...

-Phi-Corp was ready, worldwide.

-If they knew about the miracle,

does that mean they caused it?

Our modern drug prescription system has served us very well

for many decades, but times have changed.

Times have changed a great deal.

The need for drugs is far outstripping the access

to the people with the means to prescribe them.

Something has got to change.

That's why, later today, I will be introducing legislation

to make all prescription drugs,

all painkillers, antibiotics,

almost all medications available without a prescription.

-It'll, what, multiply sales by tenfold?

-Psh! Try 1,000.

They're cashing in big time.

Where's Jack?

I'm not just talking about new laws.

I am talking about making an entirely new society.

Now, this is a massive enterprise, ladies and gentlemen.

But it's up to us.

-All of you are experts...

-Jilly just left.

Oh, shit!

Call her!

Call Jilly Kitzinger.

PHONE RINGING

-Dr. Juarez? Hello.

-It's Vera.

I'm in the screening room. I have some... can you come here?

-Can I ask you some questions?

-Sure, sure. Is everything all right?

You sound kind of shaky.

Good work, Gwen Cooper!

PHONE VIBRATES

You going to get that?

It's not mine.

-They're calling Friedkin.

-Or they're calling us. Go, go.

Yeah?

Hello?

Who's there?

Who are you?

Who am I talking to?

Who is this?

Nothing.

It hits a vine.

-They could've traced that handset.

-Yeah, I know. Come on,

Gotta get the hell out of here, out of DC.

-Pack that stuff up.

-What you smiling for?

I think we got them worried.

Let's go.

And let's find out where the hell Jack went.

OK, you ready for me?

Yeah, sure.

I'd apologize for being late, but it wasn't my fault.

I was needed across town.

Still...made it.

This will be going out live, yes?

Can you tell me who's interviewing me?

Yeah, it's, uh...

Sod it!

A man like you was always on his way.

You met with Phi-Corp today. Why?

-You'll have to ask them.

-Did they mention the name Jack Harkness?

Have you heard that name?

Never.

Why do you ask, Jack?

I figured if you cared that much about the name, it's probably yours.

I just want you to talk.

What about?

I saw you on television, saying you feel forgiven for

taking the life of a child.

That's a lie! I know that's a lie.

-How do you know that, Jack, with such certainty?

-Tell the truth!

The murder of Susie Cabina.

You don't feel sorry at all.

Oh, the truth is she flaunted it.

Her innocence.

Most people, they get hit or whatever,

it's hours before the bruises rise up.

But they showed right away with her.

It was like...I was painting on her.

And she looked so beautiful.

I thought it couldn't get any better than that. But, oh, Jack,

I swear to you,

right then, at the end,

I felt her life leave...

and she left through me.

Do you know that feeling?

And I relive it every single night, because...

that was the best moment of my life.

Now I understand.

You're doing all this cos you're searching for one thing.

One simple thing.

Execution.

World without death, so you get to live. And it's killing you.

Jack, what are you going to do with that recording?

I'm going to Broadcast Center. Figure I might broadcast it.

Excellent idea.

If only I didn't have to do this.

Boys!

Take that recording off him.

Aargh! Ah!

-I did visit Phi-Corp and they were kind enough to offer me protection.

-In exchange for what?

The message.

Don't hurt him, just...get rid of him.

It's nice to meet you, Jack Harkness.

Well, you can hurt him a little, but not the face. That's how it's done these days.

Let me be clear -

I'm not calling for free drugs, I'm calling for free access to drugs.

I want every American to have the power

to be able to buy whatever they want and need

-without a prescription.

-Ah!

If that means that some drug companies are going to make a profit,

maybe that just ensures they'll take better care of us.

Aargh!

Because government has abandoned us.

Aaargh!

And I'm thinking of companies like Phi-Corp.

Aaaargh!

They'd never abandon us, because they need us.

If we're talking about medication, it's safe to say that I'm somewhat of an expert.

I spent a lot of long years in solitary confinement,

dangerous man - companies like Phi-Corp tried to help.

They put me on a drug machine

but every drug...

Did you see him in there? Did you see Oswald Danes?

Did you touch him?

Did I what?

Oswald! Did you touch him?

They stick with us.

And I'm asking you now to join with me

in this great enterprise as we all walk across the fragile skin of this wide world...

together.

The future is now endless.

And it's terrifying.

I am offering you my hand to walk on this long journey...

together.

Walk with me.

That's all I ask.

Walk with me.

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

Wow! We've reached the edge of America.

Hey, man.

What is this Dead Is Dead shit?

Dead IS Dead.

That's me, huh?

You'll get thrown back to the wild.

We are surrounded by people who should have died. Segregation is vital and necessary.

I have risen with unending life.

These living deceased should not have equal rights.

You've compromised the security of the entire mission.

-'They should be contained'

-I don't want to live forever.

-'And then they should wait.'

-Torchwood keeps treating this like a game.

Because I believe their passage to the afterlife has been paused

and when this miracle ends,

death will find them. Their time will come.

And they will die.

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