Sci-fi drama. With Gwen, Rex and Esther trapped on both sides of the Atlantic, Jack faces a race against time as he goes straight to the heart of the conspiracy.
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Anyone designated as Category One
must be taken to the new Overflow Camps.
-Assistance needed, please. Assistance now!
He's my dad, OK? He's my father. I need you to look after him.
Sorry, your father's been reclassified to Category One.
-My father is not dead.
-Then we have to move him.
All Category Ones go to the module.
We need to get in the camp to find those modules.
Welcome, welcome. My name is Colin Maloney and I'm in charge here.
-Come on, come on!
-Get your hands the hell off me!
ALARM BELL RINGS
The patients, they're burning them alive.
I pulled everything I could find on the Shanghai Deal
and you're due to chair the PhiCorp executive board at four o'clock.
Stuart, is everything all right? You don't seem happy.
Everything's fine. We're living in miraculous times.
I couldn't be happier. You shouldn't call me Stuart in the office.
Sorry, Mr Owens.
'Of course, suicide is impossible now,
'but people are becoming inventive.
'They're finding ways to get as close to death as possible.
'That's the philosophy of the 45 Club,
'people who believe that jumping from 45 floors up or higher
'is the only guaranteed way to lose consciousness for ever.
'It's sick, but just the same, the 45 Club is catching on.'
'Wai. Who's calling, please?'
It's Stuart Owens.
'How can I help you, sir?'
This must be strictly confidential. My eyes only.
'Is that acceptable?'
a large parcel of land, near Shanghai Centre,
was purchased by a division of PhiCorp.
That's where the records end. I need to know exactly what's happened to the land since then.
Not on paper. There are subsidiaries, shell companies.
May I ask what this is about?
Do you need to know?
'It could be of some help.'
Of course, you are aware of the changes going on in the world.
Yes. My uncle was dying. Now he's not.
I'm trying to understand what happened,
whether PhiCorp had anything to do with it.
I believe this construction site is key.
I asked my uncle what happened.
He told me to never question a miracle.
You may not like what you find.
He may be right.
'Call me back in a few hours.'
It's me. You told me to call back.
-What did you find?
A dead end.
'What do you mean?'
What are they building?
There's nothing there. I looked. I found nothing, nothing at all.
Goodbye, Mr Owens.
My name is Rex Matheson. I'm with the CIA.
I'm on an operation inside the San Pedro Overflow.
No, strike that. I'm not with the CIA.
or any US Government authority.
I'm with Torchwood.
and we're going to expose everything that's going on here,
everything that I just witnessed.
They're calling them Category Ones,
and from what I've seen, don't ever let them call you that.
The minute you hear Category One, you better get the hell out of dodge
because they are going to burn you.
That's what this place is for...
..incineration. And we all know the drill.
They'll start with the Category Ones, the ones who can't protest.
Then they'll go on to convicted felons or illegal immigrants,
hell, anyone we just don't like,
because everybody gets sick, which means
one day, everybody ends up here.
Those ovens are waiting for all of us.
But I will tell you one thing -
I'm going to find the bastard that killed Vera.
Oh, yeah, and I'm going to burn his ass.
End of shift. We're done.
Guess we should go.
Damn straight. They don't pay overtime.
And make sure you get paid in cash, not cheques.
I've got 2,000 with the savings expedition.
They said, "You can't remove it." I said, "That's my money." They said, "It's a national emergency."
I said, "If it's an emergency then I'm going to need every cent."
Hey, I, um, I forgot my cell.
You go on ahead. Don't wait for me.
What happened to her?
Not a problem, not any more.
I scrubbed my hands raw.
But you see it on TV.
They still find tiny little flecks of blood under the nails.
What did you do to her?
Always have a fresh shirt, Ralph.
Only brought it in case I had time for badminton...
at the club. The club. That'd be nice right now, a game of badminton...
Colin, that module thing, what happens there?
It's "Mr Maloney". It's "sir".
I'd like to know, sir. What happens in that module?
It's not my fault. It's the...system.
The module was storage.
We were supposed to use it as storage until some senator signs some paperwork and gives the command.
-I just did things a little early, that's all.
-But what did you do?
You're kidding me. They didn't tell you?
-Tell me what?
-They asked me to stay on. Double shift.
They said to go check in with the categorisation centre, help with processing.
They say one thing and then they say another.
What is it?
I just, um... I just received these forms.
And I'm new, I don't know what to do, but, um,
I think they're for you.
Um, I don't know. Some sort of wage form
in cash. Not sure.
Just leave 'em on the desk.
I was sweating profusely. Do you play?
So, I was sent to be your liaison.
If there's anything else I can do for you, just ask, anything at all.
No, thanks. Fine.
Back to work with you.
Come on, hop, skip, jump.
Oh, my God. I did not agree to this.
-Everything will be fine.
-But we murdered her!
The modules were designed to kill.
-Therefore, death within this compound is legal.
-How does THAT work?
Because I say so!
Did you see this day staff? They're illegal immigrants, all of them.
They can't even spell. Look at this. This is wrong...
-We'll get arrested for this.
-No. No, we won't. No, no, no.
Cos this is what you're going to do.
This is wrong. This is wrong.
Might make sense in Mexico, but not here. This is wrong!
You'll take her car and drive it into San Pedro. You know that shopping mall? The Constitution Mall?
Drop it off there. It's a huge car park, thousands of cars.
We've got trucks that go past there every half hour
so just authorise yourself to drive back.
She goes missing, it's got nothing to do with us.
Is that going to work?
-Ralph, they'll never find her. She's dust.
And we put this place on red alert, complete lockdown.
Lockdown means that every member of the staff is logged and noted. It'll give us a perfect alibi.
She disappeared halfway across town while we were on duty all night.
Security, give me the chief. We're going to Condition One.
They're moving men and equipment to the gates.
Something's going on.
Let's go, everybody. Lockdown.
That's right. We're officially in lockdown, folks.
Nobody leaves until further notice. Yes, sir. This is a drill.
We're testing our readiness in case of emergency.
'This site is now in lockdown.
'I repeat, this site is in immediate lockdown.'
It's a lockdown. Yeah.
Look at that. They're closing the gates on the slaughterhouse.
There's no way they're stopping me.
I will get this evidence out.
I said it's lockdown, Miss... What is it?
Esther. Esther Drummond. Sorry, I just needed to call home.
Well, read the rule book. All exterior calls have to be authorised by me.
What about visitors, sir?
Shouldn't we escort them out?
Isn't that observer still here? The one from Washington... Dr Juarez?
No, she left. She's gone.
Matter of fact, she said I was running an excellent command. Very good indeed.
That's her exact words - "Very good indeed".
Dr Patel? Are you Dr Alicia Patel?
I'm sorry, can it wait?
No, listen, you've got to change this paperwork. There's been a mistake. It's about my father.
Geraint Wyn Cooper, he's been placed in Category One, but he's not that bad, I swear.
-I've seen him, he's just unconscious.
-There's a fine line between Category One and Two.
-But you saw him. You labelled him.
-There's definitely been a mistake.
-I'm just following the government guidelines.
-Can you take another look?
-If I did that, I'd have to do it for everyone.
-We're under enough pressure as it is.
-I understand, but...
Sorry, listen. You... You have to change this, OK?
-They move the Category Ones at 6am. They'll take him to the module.
-Sorry, not my department.
Really? Is that so? Do you even know what your department is, Dr Patel?
Do you even know what really happens here? Do you know what happens in the module?
Like I said, I'm rather busy.
They burn people! They burn living people!
The Category Ones, they're still alive, but they're being burnt.
-This place has been built around institutional murder.
-I'm not the one who makes the rules.
You knew about this?
Category Ones are dead. That's the law.
Under the emergency rulings for the sake of public health,
dead bodies can be incinerated en masse.
Well, I'm glad you've got the law on your side.
But are you actually there, in the module?
Are you actually throwing the switch?
Well, are you? No, you're here.
You're nice and safe, hidden behind your paperwork.
You haven't got the nerve to actually watch them burn.
Because then you'd have to face the truth. That this isn't a hospital. This is a concentration camp.
If you'll excuse me...
They built a concentration camp here in Britain today and you are one of the staff!
The entire healthcare system is about to collapse.
What else am I supposed to do?
You say no.
You say no, that's what you do. For the love of God, you say no.
-But I can't.
-Don't you dare.
Don't you dare. Don't you dare look at me and tell me you're obeying orders.
Don't you bloody dare.
Oh, one more thing.
Don't call yourself a doctor. Not any more.
Shame on you.
-Oh, my God, I was driving them to the module!
-I was driving people into the ovens!
-You weren't to know! You were just doing your job.
-I'm not any more. I quit the bastard thing.
-Not just yet.
I need you to do one more transfer for me. My dad. We're taking him out.
We can't. The compound's closed down. No more movement orders till 6am.
I know, Rhys! That's when they'll take my father to his death! I need you to steal some keys.
I need you to get a hold of a lorry. I don't...
-I don't know. I just need you to do something.
-Of course I will.
The nurses, they change over at 5am. That's our only chance. I'll get my dad, you get a truck, OK?
-We can do this. We can beat the system. We can beat them all. All right? Go.
No, Janet, you don't know me, but...I know you.
You work at PhiCorp?
You didn't answer my question.
What are you drinking?
Your name is Janet Rae Tanner.
You're 27 years old, 5'9", 119 lbs. The youngest daughter of Gerald and Elaine Tanner
of Nantucket, Massachusetts. You moved to California to attend college,
where you earned a bachelor's degree in art history.
You currently reside in a Westwood apartment. You go to the gym three times a week.
And you drive your Hybrid downtown every day
to an administrative assistant position at PhiCorp industries.
And you're some creepy stalker dude last seen on America's Most Wanted.
I may be wanted, but it's not what you think.
I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm meeting someone.
After he has dinner with his wife.
I came across some e-mails from you to your boss, Stuart Owens.
"Can't wait to see you." Nice.
Then "Happy Valentine's Day." Sweet!
Then a little less subtle.
"You can so do me tonight." Ouch!
What do you want?
I want your help, Janet. Right now I've got some friends risking their lives because we think
PhiCorp is doing some very bad things and we need to find out who's behind it.
Please, you can't tell anybody about us.
I won't. I just want some information from your boss.
I wouldn't do anything to hurt him.
Sweet Janet Rae, I wish he felt the same about you.
I'm sending you some more e-mails
from Stuart Owens to the head of PhiCorp human resources,
requesting your transfer to Cincinnati! Whoo-hoo!
He's such a romantic.
I like the bit where he calls you "limited".
So, what do you say, Janet?
We could sit here drinking appletinis and complaining about men all night.
Or we can go get that PhiCorp boss of yours.
What do you say, Janet Rae?
Love the vintage coat!
Thanks. Maybe the three of us should have a drink sometime.
-The three of us?
-You, me and the coat.
Well, I suppose I should have the salad.
I'd go for the steak if I were you, with a very large bourbon and a pack of cigarettes.
Why not? We're going to live for ever, right?
-Courtesy of PhiCorp.
-Excuse me, I think you're at the wrong table.
You're Stuart Owens, aren't you?
You're the Chief Operating Officer for PhiCorp Industries.
Well, you obviously know who I am or you wouldn't be here. The question is, who are you?
I'm a friend of Janet's. Your secretary?
We met at a bar, the one you were planning on going to after dinner.
(Does your wife know?)
Don't go, or we'll hurt her. My associates are holding Janet hostage.
You need proof?
'Hello? Who's there?'
Help. Help me.
Janet, where are you?
I don't know. I'm in a cellar. They've got me tied up.
'They're hurting me, Stuart. Make them stop.'
What exactly do you want?
-I'll let you know when it's safe to release her.
-Go get him.
The Miracle. How was it done? Why was it done?
How can it be undone?
Why would I have the answer?
When the day came, PhiCorp was ready. We found warehouses stocked with painkillers
waiting for the Miracle to come along.
-That's your smoking gun?
-You're a man in charge. You knew it was coming.
Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness.
-Are you with the military?
-Freelance. I represent the people who are trying to stop PhiCorp.
-So that security breach on the 33rd floor...
-That was us.
It's not me you're after.
In fact, I've been trying to find out the truth just as much as you.
I'm not...a bad man, Mr Harkness.
-I'm not a bad man, Captain.
I'm not a good one, either.
I'm a middleman, in every sense of the word.
And faced with the thought of being who I am for God knows how long,
I'm just as keen as you to find out exactly what's going on.
Especially with the stock market threatening to collapse,
a man like me needs insurance.
You don't believe me.
You think I'm the epitome of evil, the devil in a three-piece suit.
In my experience, that's how it works.
Your experience must be rather simple.
You have a rather archaic view of good versus evil, don't you?
Tell me who's behind this.
I've been trying to find out!
I've sent agents all over the world following the paper trail,
the backroom deals, the holding companies within holding companies.
That's when I came face-to-face with the true face of evil.
-The system itself.
If the schemes and conspiracies are being plotted,
then they must be seen only as patterns, waves...
shifts that are either too small or too vast to be perceived.
Someone is playing the system, right across planet earth, with infinite grace beyond any one person's sight.
No, I'm sorry, Captain,
but PhiCorp isn't controlling this.
but this is part of a much larger design, way beyond any of us.
But how can you be part of it and not know what's going on?
Let me give you an example. These warehouses full of drugs,
no doubt you'd love to uncover an incriminating memo
dated the day before Miracle Day, signed by me, authorising the stockpiling of painkillers.
The truth is, a pattern like that began, say, maybe five years ago
with the systematic increase in production in random factories
around the world, based on market share projections.
Where was the warehouse?
Washington DC, 3rd and Boston.
I'd imagine transportation of the drugs to the 3rd and Boston
was then carried out over a 12-month period by maybe five different haulage companies
outsourced to seven or eight different independent suppliers.
So that means everyone's to blame - everyone and no-one.
Whoever is behind this, they don't show themselves.
Not to me, not to you.
But to play the system like this -
the markets, the politics, industry...
..they had to be planning this for a very long time.
I WISH I knew who they were.
I was told that the Miracle involves geography.
Does that mean anything?
No. But there is one word that my operatives picked up
dating back to the mid-'90s, and then erased.
-What is it?
What does it mean?
There was a document from Italy from a source inside the Council of Ministers, a contact then deceased.
It simply referred to The Blessing.
It said "They have found The Blessing."
-Excuse me. Could you direct us to Mr Owen's table?
-That's his table there.
It seems my wife called the authorities. Hmm.
HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD
What the hell was that?
Check it out.
Sir? Are you all right?
What's a Cat One doing out here?
-'Billy, do you read me?'
-Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's me.
-'What's going on?'
-Well, we got new orders.
Yeah. They need you at the modules.
They need more men at the module.
You'd better get down there pronto. I'm already here.
-'What about the checkpoint?'
-I don't know. They said to just leave it.
They said... I don't know what they said. I wasn't listening.
'That sounds like you. I'm on my way.'
-Just need to get out.
Going out for a smoke.
'Sure, man. Go ahead.'
Who the hell are you?
Someone's breached the compound, someone with a camera.
No, no, no. Nothing's going wrong.
He wants to talk to whoever's in charge.
No, he doesn't. No, no, no. No, he doesn't.
OK. Who is he?
-What's that supposed to mean?
-I don't know. He said, "Torchwood."
All right, you wait here. I'll deal with it.
-Mr Maloney, I need your signature on this.
-I can walk with you.
-I said, "Not now!"
So where's he going?
Where do you think you're going?
How blonde are you? It's a lockdown.
We haven't got clearance. Got to stay at your desk.
I'm telling you right now, you're making a big mistake.
You're going to all be implicated, all of you.
All right, leave us alone. Go to Jackson on the West Gate.
He's got new allocations for you.
Who the hell are you?
I'll ask the questions.
I need to know who you are.
I told them already, Rex Matheson. Now, who the hell are you?
Colin Maloney, thank you, director of the San Pedro Facility.
There's going to be hell to pay cos you're the man in charge.
What do you mean?
Look, just call the police, OK?
Go ahead, call them. Arrest me. I want to make a statement.
I'm going to expose everything that's going on here,
what you guys are doing to the patients
-and what you did to Vera.
-What they did to who?
-You built ovens!
You're the director so you know that.
I'm not in charge of policy.
We had instructions that got sent out nationwide, worldwide.
We had orders from above not to say anything. I just did as I was told.
All right, you're the middleman. I get it.
But I'm telling you right now you need to listen.
You're caught in the middle of this thing like me.
Things are happening here that are way out of control.
Someone's using this place to bring back murder!
There was a Dr Juarez on this site, right? Yeah?
Well, someone burned her alive.
-No, no, no, no, no. Couldn't happen.
-You've got the chance now...
Look at me. Look at me.
You've got the chance to make yourself a hero
because we could tell the world.
Yeah, I'd be a hero?
When this thing blows wide open, people will stand trial
for crimes against humanity. But you...
you could be standing right by me, right by my side.
I suppose, uh... it's my duty to help.
If we could find the one to blame... Must be one of the staff, one of the guards.
I've got evidence. It's right there. Go ahead, take a look.
They took it off me. I taped it. I taped everything. You can see it.
It's proof that someone's using the modules for murder, and not just the Category Ones.
I don't know. I shouldn't.
Do you want proof, hmm?
Then look at it. Take a look at it.
Play the tape, damn it, and you'll see why you need to let me go.
I don't know. I shouldn't.
Yeah, play it.
I'm sorry. Mr Maloney just called about that Torchwood man.
Sorry, I'm new to all this.
But he wanted me to ask, is his name Rex Matheson?
OK. I'll call him back. Oh, um, what extension was he on?
I don't know. Generator room.
That was it. Yeah, thanks.
I told you, you can't go out in a lockdown.
I said you're not allowed outside. I'm reporting you!
I'm sorry. I knew you had to see that.
-So now do you see?
Why you need to release me, right?
Come on, we should go to the police together right now.
I don't know, it's a...
I haven't got anything I can...
You hurt yourself?
Oh, yeah. It's a long story. Come on...
how about we get out of here, huh?
I wonder... What can I use?
They gave you the keys.
-Yeah, but what can I use?
-You have the keys.
Just can't focus, can't think.
I've never been too practical. I'm more of an ideas man.
I'm very good at badminton.
Yeah, all right.
Say, how about you unlock me now?
It'll have to do.
What are you doing?
Colin, look at me.
Colin, what are you doing? Look at me in my eyes.
Colin, what are you doing? Don't do that.
Look at me. Look at me in my eyes.
Look at me.
Don't do it. Argh!
HE SCREAMS IN AGONY
It was you!
You killed her!
I'm very sorry. It's just been such a long day.
All I want to do is go home.
But you can't kill me. Don't do it. I can't die.
You can't kill me. Colin, don't you see? I won't die.
What is it?
Uh, there's a phone call for you, sir.
I could take over for you here.
A phone call? Who is it?
She said it's urgent.
She said that, um, she needs the population of the camp.
When did she call?
Did you speak to her?
Yes, yes, I did.
And this was when? When exactly was just now?
Five minutes ago.
Esther, just run! He killed Vera!
Leave her alone, damn it!
-I killed... I killed him.
Oh, my God, I killed him, Rex.
No, no. You didn't, OK? Nobody dies, remember?
He's just a Category One now. Look, stay with me.
Come on, look at me. Look at me.
-I need you to go in his pocket and get the keys.
Esther, we've got to get out of here. Come on, stay focused.
Get the keys. Go get the key.
This has got to stop.
-What do you think you're doing?
-My job, isn't it?
-Don't scare a man like that.
-Patient transfer at this time of night?
-I just do what I'm told.
-Exactly what were you told?
-Patient transfer, 5am.
-Who told you this?
-My supervisor, who else?
What's his name?
Well, he's got more authority than you, mate. He's a captain.
Captain Jack Harkness. He ordered me.
That's a bit odd. I don't see a Harkness on our roster.
I'd better make some calls.
Not long now, Dad, I promise.
Hell to pay, Rhys Williams, if you don't show. Hell to pay.
-Can I go now?
-I don't understand.
They've stopped movement orders until 6am,
but you've been given special instructions. Why's that, then?
Yeah, well, this Captain Harkness must have taken a shine to me.
He had that look about him, if you know what I mean.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
-Oh, look at the time. I'm late enough as it is.
-I need to make another call.
A boatload of Category Twos arrived in Cardiff last night.
One of those cruise ships full of British citizens from abroad.
-All sick as dogs?
-Hell of a state.
-Expelled from Europe like boat people.
-Last thing we need is more patients.
Come on, we've got to get these Cat Ones ready for transport.
All right, Dad, I'm getting you out of here now.
Where the hell were you?
I was on time, only this officious bastard held me up.
-Why didn't you just run him over?
-I'm not the run-over type. You know that.
I drove off when the silly bugger was on the phone.
-He's probably followed me.
-One, two, three.
OK, let's get him. Gently now.
-OK, I got you.
-Ready, one, two, three. OK.
Get going, then. Take Dad home.
There's something I've got to do here before I go to the States.
You're going back to America?
We've got to find out what's behind all of this and put a stop to it.
Before I do, I haven't finished with this place yet.
That's him! That's him!
Hey, hey, hey. Where's my goodbye kiss, you big fool?
Now you hold it right there!
Get me the south gate.
Here we go.
I just hope someone's listening.
'Hello. Anybody home?'
You're a sight for sore eyes.
'Jack, is that you?'
In the flesh. You OK?
I know, Jack. I'll be there soon. I'm coming back to the fight.
-'..to the fight.'
-We need you.
But first, there's something I've got to show you.
'Record it for me, Jack.'
Jack, you watching?
And I've opened up the radio link. Make your message.
This is the truth for the whole world to see.
We let our governments build concentration camps.
They built ovens for people in our names.
Now I don't care if the whole of society bends over
and takes this like a dog, I'm saying, "No."
That's my girl.
Well, all the guards are gone. The regular army is coming in.
They'll shut it down.
It was sanctioned... by the government...
..and they've got my name.
They've got my name. I was on staff as Esther Drummond.
Esther, listen, stop it, OK? Just stop it. You saved me.
I spent all that time wanting a job like yours.
Look at me now.
It's OK, you... you're allowed to feel like this.
Listen to me.
This is not over, not for Torchwood.
-And I need you in this fight.
So get it together and do it fast.
OK. I'm fine.
I'm... I'm ready.
Yeah. Me too.
'Flesh can burn. That's the stark truth facing the world today.
'We've known since Miracle day that flesh can still burn.
'But today there's outrage...'
We did it. We're whistle-blowers.
Every major news organisation.
The world knows the truth now.
Let the outrage begin.
You really think it's that easy?
'The death of Vera Juarez demands a full investigation,
'but there will be no apology for the Category One process.
'We exist in a permanent state of emergency.
'The White House stands by our disaster response
'as appropriate and as sanctioned by Congress.
'This is exactly what we would do in times of a famine
-'or a plague or pestilence...'
-You see that?
They should be shutting those camps now. They're just talking about it.
At least we made it public.
Torchwood wasn't designed to fight politicians.
If we really want to stop this happening,
we need to look at the bigger picture, find out what The Blessing is.
'Hello, I'm not available,
'but leave your name and number and I'll call you as soon as I can.'
Rhys, it's me again. I've landed. I'm back in LA.
Where are you, you bloody fool?
Why aren't you picking up the phone? Call me back.
TANNOY: 'Gwen Cooper to the white courtesy phone. Gwen Cooper, you have a call.
'Gwen Cooper to the white courtesy phone. Gwen Cooper, you have a call.'
This is Gwen Cooper.
Hello, this is Gwen Cooper. You said I had a message.
What? What did you just say?
Who are you?
What do you want?
What do you want?!
Why am I tied down?
Somebody's taken Anwen, Rhys, my mother, the whole bloody family.
They said if I bring you, they'll let them go unharmed.
-They want to kill you, but why do they want to do that?
-I don't know.
You've done something way back when in your long bloody life!
Now, you think. Think!
-Harkness! I'm looking for Jack Harkness!
-Welcome to America, Mr Harkness.
-Thank you very much, Inspector.
Hey, wait! Stop that man!
Where are you from?
A magical island called Torchwood.
Whatever you do, don't look in the box.
I know exactly what you're thinking, Jack Harkness. I know it.
This is about my daughter.
And I swear, for her sake, I will see you killed.
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