Torchwood s02e08 Episode Script

Torchwood Outside the Government, beyond the police.
Fighting for the future on behalf of the human race.
The 21st century is when everything changes and Torchwood is ready.
My name is Dr.
Owen Harper, and this is my life.
A life that is full of action and violence and work, and wonder.
And secrets, and sex, and love, and heartbreak.
And death my death.
The death I survived, the death I am now living through.
Except this isn't living.
Every day it's the same.
I get up, get ready for work the same as everyone else.
The thing is, I'm not the same.
I get to work and everyone's doing the same old thing.
Babbling away about aliens and weddings.
I'm not real.
Three days ago, I died.
And they think I'm fine, but they're wrong.
So, are you ready to jump? Would you just piss off.
Get off my roof.
Your roof? I'm going to jump, so just leave me alone.
Look, darlin', you know, I'm not here to stop you.
Seriously.
You think you've got problems? What, did your man dump you? Sorry, love, were you talking to me? It's just, you know, I'm a bit busy right now.
I'm not really interested in listening What is that? I got shot.
Yeah, right.
Oh, my God, what the hell are you? I'm dead.
That's not look, you can't be dead.
You're standing here.
You're talking.
You're moving.
You're not dead.
You're you're dead? Yeah, I was brought back like Jesus really, uh, but without the beard, you know? Shit, I'm never gonna have a beard.
Not that I wanted one you understand, but you know, one day I-- Yeah, okay.
Okay.
You're dead and that's that's clearly a bit shit and I'm sorry and everything but, if you are dead, then why are you here? You can't be wanting to jump.
You can't die twice.
Sorry, are you an expert? Sorry, are you an idiot? Yeah.
I'm a dead idiot.
So, come on then, what's it like? What? Well, being dead.
What delights have I got to look forward to? Darkness.
Nothing.
Cheery, thanks.
Look, why are you here? Dr.
Owen Harper, Torchwood officer 565, I'm relieving you of your position.
Bollocks.
I'm sorry, Jack, this is bollocks.
Hand in your weapon and your security pass.
But why? I'm fine.
Three days ago, you died.
We need to examine you.
We need to find out what you are.
We need to be certain you're okay.
Yeah, well it almost sounds as if you care, well done.
Until I'm confident you're fit for duty, Martha Jones will replace you as Torchwood's new medical officer.
She's doing all right out of this, isn't she? She's worked out a series of tests and examinations.
And what if I refuse? You'll be confined to the cells, tested and if the results show that you're a danger to the team, appropriate steps will be taken.
I'm asking you, Owen.
Please, let us help you.
Let us make sure you're safe.
I'm gonna need your gun.
And your security pass.
Please And how long are Dr.
Jones' tests going to take? As long as they need to.
And what the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime? We always need someone to make coffee.
Oh, no.
Voila.
Fresh and strong.
And, we couldn't just have a jar of instant, no? I thought you liked your coffee? Have you seen what happens when I drink, these days? Yeah.
Thank you, Owen.
You want to go? Ooh, please.
What's wrong with this? You okay? What do you think? I bet you're loving this, aren't you? It's like you've finally won.
I didn't realise we were in competition.
Oh, come on! Even Tosh had more of a life than you used to.
And now you're always out on missions, you're shagging Jack, and I'm stuck here making the coffee.
It's not like that, me and Jack.
You and Jack.
Gwen's getting married.
Martha's got her bloke.
God, even Tosh had Tommy.
This is really shit! We've all gone through shit, I've seen you dissect alien corpses, I've seen you save so many lives, are you really going to let this beat you? So, you're choosing me over the boyfriend? Yeah, that's it.
You really don't need to worry, you know, I don't want your job.
Yes, I know.
You just find me irresistible.
Oh, yeah, that's it.
Every morning I wake up and think of ways to get you alone like this.
There is no sign of any muscle decay.
You're in great shape, as ever.
Hmm, no use coming onto me, Jones.
I'm a changed man.
And, erm, no stiffening anywhere? Well Just answer the question.
No, no signs of rigor mortis.
So, if I keep up the exercise, I won't atrophy? Yep.
And a bonus, definitely looks like you're not going to age either.
There's no further sign of cell mutation.
You're 100% human.
Hi, Martha.
Meeting in the boardroom.
Can you come down? You'd better go, doctor.
What about you? Cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles.
What? That's what you drink, isn't it? Henry John Parker, he used to be a looker, now he's 80-odd and even I have my limits.
Your basic millionaire collector of alien hoo-hah.
And we fall in with the "mostly harmless" category? So, what's the problem? I detected this at 0517 this morning.
Parker's house.
There's an energy spike coming from it.
I've never seen anything like it before.
Okay, so, the big question is, what's our Mr.
Parker gone and found this time? Why? Do you think he's a threat? Well, he hasn't been up until now.
He's a bit Howard Hughes.
We know he's there, we know he's not a threat.
But as the story goes, he hasn't left the house since his wife died.
Nobody's seen him since 1986.
We've been monitoring Parker for ages.
There's nothing to be scared of is there? Unlike, say, Tintin? Okay.
I never liked Tintin.
What, he's weird.
He's got a funny face and his hair is just, is horrible.
- I always loved Tintin.
- Yeah, well you would.
And he never had a girlfriend did he, just the dog, so I reckon he was actually shagging the dog.
Okay, meanwhile, back at Torchwood.
Alien energy pulse.
We've got to check this Parker out, okay? Tosh, can you get me a complete schematic of the house.
Ianto, find out exactly what he's got.
Get me an inventory of everything that he's bought for the last 10 years.
Martha, can you get a hold of his medical history? - Sure.
- Okay, let's get to it, guys.
Hey, Gwen, any news on Banana Boat? Can you believe it? Best Man, arrested in Lanzarote.
- What for? - Ah, dodgy CDs.
Worldwide, nearly a million people kill themselves each year.
That's almost three times the population of Cardiff.
- Makes you think.
- What are you? - Some sort of suicide geek? - No, just a doctor.
Infact, I'm not just a doctor.
I'm a bloody brilliant doctor.
I know you are.
So why are you doing my job? - Because Gwen asked me to.
- That's not what I mean.
Because you died, and because you need help.
That's not a bad thing.
It is a bad thing that you died obviously, but it's not bad that you need help, if you know what I mean? You're kinda cute when you babble.
And you're kinda cute when you're not chucking a scalpel about.
But I'm making the sodding coffee! I mean, come on, won't your bloke be missing you? Has he seen Jack? They always get jealous when they meet Jack.
Owen, I don't want your job.
I just want to do mine.
Okay, I'm dead, but I am 100% human.
I'm fine.
You've sliced your hand open.
The wound's not going to heal, so, you're going to have to re-stitch it every week or so.
At least you don't need anaesthetic.
Yeah can't feel anything.
Can't feel the needle or thread, can't feel your hands on mine.
Yet, I can touch things, I can hold 'em, I know they're there.
But I just can't feel anything.
I'm numb.
Do you see why Jack's worried? Bruises won't heal.
Bones won't mend.
You're fragile.
Yeah, well, I'd better get used to doing things myself.
So she offers to help you and you push her away? Charming.
Yeah, hole in the chest.
Sorry if I don't follow social niceties any more.
You mean you did before? God, you're a pain in the arse, aren't you? Is that why your man dumped you? Oh, I hit a nerve? What, did you get your heart broken? No, actually.
He died.
I'm sorry.
No you're not.
You couldn't care less about me and I don't care about you.
Just because we're both planning on jumping, it doesn't mean we have some sort of special connection.
You don't know the half of it.
Give me something to do.
You know I can't.
Rules and regulations.
Fine.
I might as well go home then.
Okay.
What exactly do I do when I get there? Watch TV chill.
Jack, I'm dead.
I'm permanently chilled.
You know, you get to live forever.
I get to die forever.
It's funny that.
Oh, hello! And welcome to "To Buy or Not to Buy", the property show that lets you Do you mind if I eat, I'm starving? No, help yourself.
So, Jack asked you to come round did he? "Talk to Owen.
Get him to open up, godammit!" You haven't changed, have you? It's all about Owen.
I've actually had a hell of a morning, you know? - Do you have a.
.
? - Top drawer.
So, Jack calls me in at 5.
00 this morning.
He could have waited until I got in, but no, strange energy spike and it's "Let's get Tosh in.
" Oh, and when Gwen got in, first thing she did? Say sorry for not asking me to be bridesmaid.
I mean, me, a bridesmaid? You sound like an old married couple.
Brian used to say I talked too much.
Tell me about him.
Today's my wedding anniversary.
My perfect day It was an accident.
We'd been married less than an hour.
I was picking confetti out of my hair when it happend.
- Shit.
I'm-- - Sorry, yeah.
I know.
You waited until your wedding anniversary to kill yourself? - Why? - Does it matter? - Why have you waited? - Because I believe people.
I believe them when they said it would get better.
So, what do you think, doctor? Do you really think it's going to get any better? I ran it through the language translator - and it's flipping Croatian-- - Why are you here, Tosh? I want to help you.
And how are you going to do that? How are you going to help me? I mean, am I going to be a new special project? Come on, Owen, I just That's not why you're here is it? For some reason you want me, you know I don't know why, but you always have, you're always looking at me, watching me screw other women, your heart breaking and now it's different, because I'm safe now, aren't I? And it's all cosy and it's romantic and isn't it beautiful, you know? You can say what you like.
I'm not leaving you.
Well, of course you're not.
Because this is it, isn't it? This is the date that we were talking about.
You've got your beer, you've got pizza, you and me, it's just how you wanted it.
All we need now is a sodding pool table.
- Stop it! What's wrong with you? - I'm broken, Tosh! I don't work, I've got no heartbeat, no feelings, no tears, I have got nothing to give you! - I-- - Do you understand that? Maybe that's what you want, maybe you want somebody who's as screwed up as you! Who's twisted and screwed up like you are.
You want to see broken, do you want to see broken, Tosh? Owen! Stop it! What are you doing?! You were watching? Skinny guy in tight jeans runs into water? I was taking pictures! How long's this going to go on for, Owen? Ianto, what have you found out about Parker? I've identified some of the things he's purchased over the past year.
We've got a Dogon eye.
A pair of Myakian wings, meteorites.
An Arcateenian translation of James Herbert's "The Fog".
But there are a few things we've never seen before.
So one of these is causing the energy spikes? Looks like it.
And they're getting bigger, dangerously bigger.
Right, okay, we need to get in there.
Parker employs a mr.
Philip Farrington to run security.
There's at least six guards, CCTV everywhere, all of which we can bring down by taking out the generator, but then there's these Heat sensors.
- As in body heat? - Yep.
Solar-powered.
There's one on every doorway, every window.
So, how do we get past them? Sounds like you need a dead man.
Someone with no body heat.
What have you got to lose? Tosh? I turned your telly off.
You screamed at her, you said all those things, and that's it? That's Tosh.
Always the professional.
I don't care! I'm not interested in you, in old men or alien meteors.
I came here because my husband died.
I just want to jump.
- Let's get on with it.
- Get off me! You, you're too scared.
Aren't you? How did how did you get from that to here? What happened? If you hurt yourself, you will not recover.
Like I said, any bruises you get, they're not gonna heal.
Do not engage in physical combat.
One punch you're gone.
Be careful.
I understand, I'm made of glass.
Owen? Just take care.
Oh, and you'll need this.
Owen? Yeah hi, Tosh.
Okay, the power in the house is supplied from one private electrical generator.
There's a backup unit but take the main one down and you've got 1 minute, 20 of blackout time.
Can only get rid of one of the blokes, yet? Might look suspicious with those two phone calls.
Try and make it the big one, okay? Arse! - Hello? - Mr.
Taylor? Yeah, that's right, who's this? I'm calling from St.
Helen's Hospital.
Mrs.
Christine Taylor was brought in an hour ago.
She's been involved in a car accident.
Is she hurt? She's going to be fine but she's asking to see you.
- Of course.
I'm on my way.
- You all right? It's Chrissie, she's been in an accident.
Look, I've got to go.
Yeah, of course.
Mr.
Farrington? Ben's had to go.
His wife's been in an accident.
Okay, guys, I'm here.
Move away from there.
I said-- Yeah, okay, guys.
Very funny.
No, no, no.
- Do you want to see what I can do? - What? I'm dead already, mate.
Webb to Dave, are you there? 1 minute, 20 until the backup generator comes online.
This is Farrington to all units.
The backup generator will be running in 45 seconds.
Stay at your posts, please.
Mr.
Parker's personal generator is unaffected.
Sorry, Owen, they've obviously had some work done.
Heat sensors.
I am literally too cool for school.
Right, I'm in.
Okay, the energy reading seems to be coming from the first floor.
A room at the back of the house.
Can you give me anything else? No, the energy source is playing havoc with the system, sorry.
No worries.
I'm getting used to being in the dark.
Hold it there.
Evenin'.
Nice place you've got here.
Love what you've done with the pictures.
Who are you? Why aren't the sensors picking you up? Okay, stop.
Stop or I'll shoot.
No, you won't.
You're a security guard.
Come on.
That gun's just for show, innit? Do you know what a bullet does to a living person? It's not like a knife through butter, no, no, no, no.
It rotates, tears into the flesh and the gooey stuff behind.
Rips into the organs, and, ooh, it's not nice.
But anyway, I haven't got any body heat, you must know what that means? You can't kill a dead man.
What are you? - I'm wrong.
- What are you?! I'm broken.
I'm Dr.
Owen Harper.
And I'm having one hell of a day.
Yes? It's okay, mate.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I'm a doctor.
You're a very violent doctor.
I've been watching you.
- Henry Parker, yeah? - You're Torchwood, yes? - Did the American send you? - Yeah, he sent me.
How do you know so much about us? They could've sent that Japanese girl, I liked her.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry you got me.
Is she on your phone thing? - The earpiece? - Yeah.
Hello! Just to say you've got very lovely legs.
You should show them off more.
What's wrong with you? Three heart attacks and a failed bypass.
But I'm fine, because I have this.
It's called the Pulse.
- You know what it is? - I named it.
It's keeping me alive.
No! You're not taking it.
It could be dangerous.
We've been detecting massive energy readings.
I don't care.
All I know is, it works.
Well, I'm sorry, it doesn't.
What? The energy isn't going into you.
The power'sjust building up inside that thing, that's what we've been detecting, but it isn't actually doing anything for you.
You're wrong.
I can feel it.
- No, no.
I'm not going to die.
- Please, listen to me.
There are loads of peoples' lives at risk.
If that thing explodes then we don't know what the fall-out will be.
You're young, you don't understand what dying feels like.
Believe me, I do.
I really do.
- There's nothing there.
- Where? On the other side, nothing, I'm dying.
Take away my Pulse and I'm gone.
My body decomposing.
You can't stop it, Mr.
Parker.
I'm sorry, but it's going to happen one day.
It'll be dark and I'll be alone.
Where are you now? It's dark and you're all alone, so what's the difference? I don't understand what's keeping me here.
It's hope.
That thing, it's just hope.
Do you really think all this is better than death? It's got to be.
It is better.
You're just scared of the darkness.
Join the club.
Trust me, I know how shit everything can be.
Don't you sit there pontificating, you're just a boy, what do you know about anything? I've travelled the world.
I fought in the war.
Started my own business.
I made a fortune.
Married widowed.
My collection, all of it.
I've done so much and this is where I ended up.
Alone.
Lying in my own piss! And do you know what I want? - Clean sheets? - I want a steak.
Medium rare.
Black pepper sauce.
Look at me.
Fed through a tube.
I might as well be dead already.
I might as well be dead.
Why don't you take it? Well? Oh, Christ, it's dark, I'm alone, I'm so alone.
It's all right, I'm here with you.
I'm still stuck here, though.
In this bed, in the dark.
You know what? I'm going to come back.
You and me.
We're going to face all of this together, I'm going to help you.
Torchwood, if you come back, you can tell me all about it.
Tell me what it's like.
I want to hear about the aliens and everything! I need to know that there's more out there.
That this isn't all there is.
Oh, come on, I'm dying, who am I going to tell, the Angel Gabriel? If you come back, I won't tell the Japanese girl that you're still holding my hand.
Well, maybe.
Mr.
Parker? Henry? Henry? I'm so sorry.
I couldn't save him.
He needed me to give him air, but I couldn't.
I've got no breath.
Everything I've seen, everything that's out there and it was an old man dying of a heart attack.
It was just another person dying because of me.
Everything that's happened and that was the final straw.
Because at that moment I just wanted it all to end.
Owen.
Owen, can you hear me? Owen, come in! Yeah, yeah, I'm here.
The device, is it doing anything? Because the energy levels coming from it are Owen? It's going off the screen.
It's going to explode! Tosh? What can we do? Nothing! There's nothing! It's okay.
I'm going to hold it.
Owen, what are you doing? See if I can absorb it.
Owen, the energy reading's off the scale.
You won't survive.
Yeah, well, that's okay.
These things happen.
There must be something we can do.
- Martha, Martha - Owen? If it destroys me, they're going to need a new doctor.
You've got all the credentials.
Medical skills, and a cracking arse.
Jack? If you even attempt to bring me back again.
Gwen, Ianto, it was fun, mostly thank you.
Tosh? Tosh? Come on, answer me.
Owen.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
What happened? We all assume life's going to be shit, don't we? That it's all just darkness.
But you know what? Sometimes, it's not.
What is it? Do you remember in the '70s, NASA sent messages into space? A map of our solar system, pictures of what we look like.
It had images, voices, music.
Even a bit of Chuck Berry.
Well this is a reply, not that we know who from.
Well, what does it do? It sang to me.
It's a glimmer of light in the darkness.
See? Sometimes it does get better.
Well, I'm sorry, Dr.
Jones.
- No vacancies in Cardiff just yet.
- That's okay.
I reckon you're I was going to say fine, but you're a hell of a lot more than that.
Thank you.
For everything.
It's what I'm here for.
You take care.
Well, it's been interesting.
Oh, it's been fun.
You know it has.
Well, everyone else has had a go.
You can so come back any time! Well, maybe I will.
One day.
Promise me something.
- What's that? - No more locking it all away.
You tell me when it's bad.
Share it with me.
Okay? Tosh, I'm scared.
I'm scared that if I close my eyes I'll get trapped, in the darkness.
I'm here.
That's when I saw you.
I thought you came here to jump? No I came here to help.
- What do I do now? - You've got a choice.
If you think that the darkness is too much then go for it.
But if there is a chance, just some hope.
It could be having a cigarette, or that first sip of hot tea on a cold morning, or it could be your mates.
But if there's even a tiny glimmer of light then don't you think that's worth taking a chance? What's your name? Maggie.
Maggie Hopley.
Well, Maggie, it's up to you.
Your choice.
Do you still want to jump? My name is Owen Harper, and this is my life.
Careful, Gwen.
This thing eats people.
- And what is that exactly? - It's a shapeshifter.
With a taste for human flesh.
You're going to have to postpone the wedding.
You're pregnant! An alien egg in your belly and it's mother coming to rip you open.
That is all we need.
In five hours, I'm walking down the aisle.
You are not thinking straight! All I want to do today is marry you.
That's the problem with shapeshifters.
I'm not an alien! You never know what you're looking at.