Torchwood s04e01 Episode Script
The New World
6:00 am is the appointed time of death as laid down by the state of Kentucky.
Oswald Danes faces his last moments on this earth.
Members of the public have gathered outside the Montrose Hill State Penitentiary, but the planned protests against the death sentence have failed to appear, which isn't surprising given the nature of the offense.
A former schoolteacher convicted in 2006 of the rape and murder of 12-year-old Susie Kabina, Danes will be remembered for his infamous line of defense.
Upon his arrest, he told the police: "She should've run faster.
" The condemned is permitted to make a final statement.
Did you ever hear of Torchwood? Never mind that.
Guess what I just heard.
You know, Steve Reynolds, well, it turns out his wife is sick.
She has leukemia or something like that.
Whatever it is, it sounded long term.
Apparently, it's British-- the Torchwood Institute.
Hello? Are you listening? You see, if Steve's gotta come home that leaves a space in Venezuela.
I spent 18 months working out the Maracaibo routes, so it's mine.
- I get promoted.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- And Steve's only been married six months.
All you want from me, you know? It's a tragedy.
All the same, this thing might be worth following.
It just got sent down.
The word "Torchwood" has been emailed to every single east-coast section chief completely bypassing security.
Just one word-- Torchwood.
Following up this Torchwood incident-- wondering if you can access the E.
U.
files.
No no, it's not-- it's not "Touchwood," it's "Torchwood"-- T-o-r-c-h-w So what is Torchwood anyway? I've looked it up.
It's some pretty freaky stuff.
I'll send it to you now.
- Sounds more intelligence, not clandestine.
- You getting this? And if it's got the title institute, that means that it's been officially sanctioned by the U.
K.
government, which we all know is a big hassle because that administration is like kindergarten.
It's gone.
It just got wiped like a virus.
- It just vanished.
- Okay.
I guess that's that.
Now go ask around about Steve's wife.
Get a proper diagnosis.
We need a timeline on this.
And pass that Torchwood thing on to somebody else.
It has absolutely nothing to do with me.
Rex? Rex?! You okay? Yeah.
Yeah.
Dunno.
Just Bad dream.
What about? Oh.
Oh, what d'you think? Torchwood.
His pulse is fast and week-- systolic B.
P.
70.
Beats me how he's still alive.
Rex, my name is Dr.
Juarez, okay? We're taking you straight into surgery.
Do you understand? Is he okay? His name is Rex Matheson.
- You family? - No, I'm just a colleague.
We work-- It's family only.
He's the second one tonight-- D.
O.
A.
s who just won't die.
We had a jumper this afternoon-- 22 floors-- everything pulverized.
Pneumothorax-- both sides, but she wouldn't die.
Same thing.
Just wouldn't die.
Don't be so suspicious.
- What they flying past for? - Because they can.
This is God's own country, that's all.
Just looking.
Now stop it.
"So went outside all on my own.
'Twas midnight, not a sound to be heard.
And I looked up and a woman came out to the sky" "Shining she was, like moonlight, her eyes white, blazing white.
And then she started to sing like a thousand choirs.
One woman with a thousand voices and it was beautiful--" that's enough, don't you think? Who's being paranoid now? You promised we you'd keep her away from this stuff.
Yeah, well, be fair.
She's too young.
She thinks it all sounds like a fairy tale.
It was a nightmare, Gwen.
Your life back then was a living nightmare, love.
- There's someone at the door.
- Shh.
- What do we do? - Shh.
You and-- Shh.
- Hi, hello.
- Sorry.
I hope we're not disturbing you.
Just wondering, if we're going back to the village, is it quicker to cut back across to the beach or would we get cut off at this time of the day? Better to ask, I thought, just in case.
We have got proper shoes.
We can get across nice and quickly.
It's private property.
I'm busy.
- "Get off my land.
" - Shut it.
Shh, oh my God, I could have shot them.
Hey hey, we're safe, sweetheart.
No one knows we're here.
All that stuff's long since gone.
No more Torchwood, right? - Yeah.
Okay.
- It's gone.
- Forgotten, eh? - Yeah, all right.
Sorry.
Okay.
Come here.
Popular man, Rex Matheson.
We've had three different station chiefs on the phone.
- No sign of his family? - We only have a number for his father.
I left a message, but no one's called back.
Is he-- No.
No, he made it.
- He's alive.
- God, I-- thank you.
I-- the paramedics, they said he didn't stand a chance.
Well, looks like someone changed the rules.
Miracles got easy.
It's not only Rex who's still alive.
So is everyone else.
Sorry.
I don't get you.
It started last night.
First I knew, they called up from the morgue.
They were laughing.
They said, "what's happening up there? You on strike?" Turns out no one had died.
had a death-- not one-- not from old age, not from injury, not from sickness-- - all day long.
- Just a coincidence, I suppose.
That's what I said, yeah.
Then I was on a call to St Jude's in Chicago.
And they said, "Well, here's a funny thing: Past 24 hours, we've registered no deaths, not one.
So I called my ex-husband.
He's at Cedarbrook.
Same story-- all day, no deaths.
I tried London.
I have this friend at the Royal Free Hospital.
I called her.
She said, "That's weird.
It's the same thing over here.
" no one's died.
What do you think of that? Hmm? One lucky day.
The survival of Oswald Danes turns out to be the first incident in a much bigger story breaking live this morning.
When the Kentucky medical authority made a chance comment that it hadn't recorded a single death over 24 hours reported the same thing.
The story exploded on social network sites.
Miracle trending as the number-one topic.
From Maine to California the story is the same - For the past 36 hours - Both: No fatalities have been reported.
- No one has died.
- Not one person in the United States - Not a single death.
- All: Miracle day.
- "Miracle day.
" - That's what's being called.
Miracle day.
Mr.
Danes, I'm Alexander Peterssen representing the governor's office.
What, I don't get a personal visit? I'm afraid not, given the circumstances.
But the governor's office would like to offer its condolences without an admission of liability for any physical distress caused by events beyond its control.
Condolences? He can't just say sorry? You have to respect his position.
You're a convicted pedophile, sir, and a convicted murderer.
By your own admission, you took the life of a 12-year-old girl, so the governor's apology is always gonna be within certain limits.
When are you gonna let me go? Well, I don't think that's possible.
I've served my sentence.
Granted, the execution was flawed, but that doesn't defer the sentence.
With respect, you don't reprieve a man you failed to hang because the rope snapped.
Indeed.
And with respect, that particular aphorism applies only - for an execution which has failed.
- And that's you.
On the contrary, I would maintain and my lawyers would maintain my sentence was carried out successfully.
Nothing went wrong-- absolutely nothing.
The fact that life and the laws of life on this Earth have changed is hardly my fault.
Society is full of out-there laws, Mr.
Danes.
Nonetheless, they still apply.
That's right, Mr.
Peterssen.
And when considering the persistence of the law, then the Eighth Amendment clearly forbids the application of cruel and unusual punishment such as mine alongside the Fifth Amendment and I quote, "Nor shall any person be subject for the same offense twice.
" The Founding Fathers practically had me in mind when they wrote the constitution.
Don't you think though? Don't you think? Because I can guarantee, Mr.
Peterssen, that when I talk of lawyers, I mean the team who will be suing the governor-- and I mean the governor himself.
Not his office, but the actual man.
They will be suing him for wrongful imprisonment.
And I promise you that they will sue his ass to high heaven till angels sing songs of him in their laments.
- Is that clear? - Perfectly.
Then go tell him.
Because with every passing second, that's a million dollars more.
Mr.
Peterssen, thank you.
Thank you very much.
Hey.
Heard about Rex.
Is he okay? Yeah.
Thought it was a miracle.
Turns out it's everyone.
Did you get any more on that Torchwood thing? No, it's been shut down.
Orders of Brian Friedkin-- goes through his office only.
- Case closed.
- But what was it? 'Cause the way those files disappeared The world changed overnight, yeah? Some old British thing is not on the top of the list.
Torchwood.
If that wasn't a virus, there's gotta be some sort of malware.
It's like nothing I've ever seen.
The word "Torchwood" is vanished.
It's been eradicated.
If you search for Torchwood, you get no results.
Nothing gets no results.
There's gotta be something on paper.
The shelves are bare.
It's all gone to Friedkin.
I asked Yvonne.
She said it was classified under the 456 regulations.
- She said you wanna stay away.
- Why? They all died, so the story goes.
Anyone that worked for Torchwood was killed in action.
And they died young.
Seen the TV? It's not just you.
This goes beyond America.
It's worldwide.
You've got the same reports from Europe, from Asia, from Africa.
Every death is different.
You can't suspend death like it's a fixed concept.
This goes against the fundamental rules of life on Earth.
They shot him! They shot my brother like Bam bam bam, but, you know, he's still alive and his heart's still going.
He reached out-- whether it's a disease or an experiment or a project gone wrong, it's obvious we're the victims now.
We're the lab rats.
These people are dead.
That's what they are-- dead people sitting up in bed.
They terrify me.
I'm not touching them.
I'm sorry, but they should be corpses.
That's what they are-- living corpses.
The metal missed the spine, but the pericardium was lacerated and a coronary artery was crushed and thrombosed.
That's the one in your leg.
I had to transplant a section of vein from your thigh.
But how did I survive? I don't know.
Even when your heart stopped beating, the process continued-- the process of life, the viability of the flesh, the transfer of oxygen-- it just didn't stop.
Do I get better? Do I heal? Or do I just hurt for the rest of my life? Because if this thing keeps going, the rest of my life is forever, right? Rex, now listen to me.
'Cause you might wanna take something under consideration-- that maybe you were lucky.
You should've died last night, but when this thing happened-- the miracle-- it gave me time to fix you.
Without the miracle, you'd be dead.
It's like someone cast a spell over the whole world.
But what happens when it stops, huh? What happens to me then? Do I die? Oh, you are so cheating.
Cheating? How can I cheat painting a wall? Only a man can turn this into a competition.
- You just went-- whoosh.
- Well, look-- whoosh.
With one stroke, that's hardly a coat.
Oh, bollocks.
- Oh bollocks, bollocks.
- It might be nothing.
There's only one reason why that phone could ring.
But where have you put it? Where have you put it? It's in there.
What is it? What is happened? This is Sergeant Davison with a phone-in report of one suspect, male, in the vicinity of Saint Helen's Hospital, Cardiff City.
So just rendezvous at 0200 hours in the agreed position.
It's my dad-- he's in hospital.
Uh, I've gotta see him.
Sorry, Rhys.
We've gotta go back.
Friedkin's office took all the Torchwood files, - cleared us out.
- I know.
He sent me the double check.
'Cause files get left behind and-- especially if there's a hard copy inside an associated pile.
That sort of thing always gets missed.
Just need to check on all the associations.
Okay.
Not sure where to begin.
Better find out then.
Right.
Okay.
Thanks.
Come with me.
Down! Oh my God.
Is he gonna die? Don't worry about it.
No one dies these days.
Do you wanna bet?! Whoa.
Anyway, Captain Jack Harkness.
Nice to meet you.
Here you go.
That man-- He was after me, not you.
Why? Why would he want you dead? On the very day that no one's dying.
Wish I knew.
And what got you so involved? I'm not authorized for this, but this friend of mine-- I was telling him about Torchwood and He crashed his car while I was talking to him.
And I can't help but thinking-- - that it's all my fault.
- I know the feeling.
So what is Torchwood? Torchwood no longer exists.
Then what was it? 'Cause there were photos in that file of a man who looked just like you, but it said 1939, then 1925.
Is he your father? I suppose it must be.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
I hurt my arm.
Considering what we just went through, I would say that was a miracle.
Yeah, another one.
The Torchwood Institute was set up by the British royal family in 1879 to defend the realm of Great Britain by investigating the unusual, the strange and the alien.
I'm kind of guessing "alien" doesn't mean foreign.
Alien as in extraterrestrial.
Oh my God.
This whole situation, worldwide-- that's exactly the kind of thing - we used to investigate.
- Torchwood-- they said that people died, but there was that other photo-- uh-- Gwen Cooper-- there was no date of death.
She's still alive.
The last one left.
And I'm gonna keep her safe, which means making sure that the institute stays dead and buried.
So that first email last night, the one that just said "Torchwood"-- - wasn't me.
God knows who it was.
But that was enough to call me back and I got to work releasing the malware, destroying hard copies, removing all traces of the word, using Retcon.
What's Retcon? What's Retcon? It's a smart drug-- selective amnesia.
No.
You won't remember a thing.
Nice to meet you, Esther.
The fire at the CIA archive - is now under control - An explosion right at our doorstep.
It's a gift.
Now take a look at the victims.
Are they dead or not? You're not the first to think of it, Mr.
Matheson.
Stop running the case from a hospital bed.
Wait wait wait, what are you talking about? Who else is there? I really can't talk.
- Who else is onto this? - Check the Ringmain.
The what? Hello? F.
B.
I.
Hey, my man, what the hell is the Ringmain? It's the internal cameras.
It's the security system, that's all.
Yeah.
Yeah, this is Rex Matheson with the C.
I.
A.
Put me on with your chief of security.
Yeah, right now.
Session begins supervised by attending surgeon Professor Victor Louis Santini and witnesses to be listed in the hospital register.
The purpose of this enquiry is to determine-- well, as you'll see, following the explosion at the C.
I.
A.
archive Got it.
One of the victims has been Yes, I think we can-- I'm sorry.
They brought me in as an expert, but I don't know what the hell this is.
We think this man was right at the center of the blast And yet he's still alive.
Clearly, the skin is burnt.
He's not indestructible, just undying Ever-living.
We're going to need a new vocabulary.
But we're getting the same results from all over the world.
Is that actual consciousness? It seems like he's still aware.
Excuse me.
I was wondering-- Owen Harper, F.
B.
I.
--But what if you detach the head? I mean, would he stay alive without his head? - I suggest we find out.
- Excuse me, you can't do that.
I mean, literally, you can't-- this man is not dead.
He's our patient.
Your comments have been noted, Dr.
Juarez.
Now shall we begin? Oh my God.
Don't tell me this is a virus or evolution or whatever.
This is deliberate intervention.
I mean, all of us have been changed by design.
But how? Who could do this? Who's got the technology? Simple answer: No one on this Earth.
What the hell? Long time no see.
Oh my God.
Hey.
And you, big lunk-- daddy daycare.
Look at her.
So your father had a mild heart attack on Saturday night and then a second on Sunday and that was quite bad, to be honest.
But he's stable now.
He's out of I.
C.
U.
The funny thing is, if you're gonna get sick, - he didn't half choose the right day.
- What do you mean? Look at them.
They're all gathering around the hospitals like they're the new churches.
I'm not kidding.
We've had doctors being worshipped - since miracle day.
- What's miracle day? Are you kidding me? Haven't you heard? - Heard what? - Come on.
It started two nights ago.
People stopped dying.
They still get hurt, sick-- they just won't die.
Oh, you silly girl.
- I said stay away.
- How could I do that, mom? What if someone sees you? It's not safe.
You told me.
What if someone's watching? Oh, look at her.
Come here.
Oh.
Good God, she's enormous.
That's your grandma , remember? Could she-- never sees me, does she? Not since the day she was born.
Oh, hey, come see your granddad.
Hi, dad.
Hey.
It's me.
Hello.
- You shouldn't have.
- There we are then-- tough.
And you can stop all this nonsense, okay? I want you up and out this bed, lazy old thing.
Ah, there she is.
- Princess.
- Look at her though.
She's huge.
- She's perfectly normal, mom.
- I thought you were being frugal.
- What are you feeding her? Lard? - Yes, mom.
I'm feeding her lard.
Keep telling her that.
By the time she's 13, she'll have a complete psychological complex.
Stop it now, you two.
- Oh, sorry.
- It's okay.
What do you think it is, Gwen? What happened to us? This never-ending life, what is it? Should I be dead, sweetheart? I don't know, dad.
It's the sort of thing - Your lot used to tackle.
- Yeah, but Torchwood's gone, Dad.
There's no one else left on Earth, just me.
Okay? And I'm sorry Because I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do, Dad.
It's all over the world the world.
Look.
Look at this.
Somalia has stopped fighting.
Well, warfare is even worse when the bodies refuse to die.
But take a look at North Korea-- huh, spoiling for a fight.
They've got a lot of soldiers who think they're immortal.
But this miracle, it's specifically human.
I mean, it's gotta be.
This website says if insects stopped dying, we'd be overrun within 48 hours flat.
And that hasn't happened.
So this thing is being targeted at us.
Have a look-see.
Budge over.
- I've missed all this.
- I haven't.
- It's quiet without you.
- Tch.
Here we go.
Look.
Planet Earth-- on average, So if they stop dying, that's an extra million people in just over three days.
Add to that 500,000 people born every day-- that's another million every two days plus the first million.
Bloody hell.
That's the fastest population boom in history.
- We're gonna run out of room.
- We'll run out of food first.
A guy on the telly was saying we've got four months like this-- just four months-- and then that's it.
Society just collapses; everyone fighting each other for food like animals.
Oi.
What are you two doing? Uh, I was just asking for some advice.
Yeah, don't you start.
Gwen? - Yes? - No more investigations.
You promised.
We're here to see your dad.
That's it.
Huh? Do you want to come and have a look? Come on, bright eyes, follow me.
Look, intensive care overflow.
They've got 12 beds with 17 patients already.
What's gonna happen tomorrow? And the day after that? - And the day after that? And the day-- - Listen now, every time you investigate something, you end up in danger, Gwen.
- 'Cause I can help.
- Don't you dare.
- So you-- - I said don't you dare! Have you got that?! Don't you bloody dare, Gwen! See, the thing is, right, if you think miracle day is like a Torchwood case, others are gonna think the same, aren't they? They're gonna come looking for you with guns - like they did the old days.
- I suppose, yeah.
Yeah, we shouldn't even be in the city! There are cameras everywhere, man! And it's different now.
You've got a daughter.
And you can't go putting her into danger! That is why we live in the back of beyond-- to keep her safe.
We've gotta go back! My dad is sick.
Oh, think about it! People aren't dying.
He's gonna survive.
Shh, now.
Shh.
Think about Anwen.
Maybe our daughter's gonna live forever.
Don't, okay? Don't make her part of this-- this thing, okay? Don't! Do you think she could? Possible, yeah.
See, maybe you should let this happen For once.
- Let's go home.
- Yes.
Let's go home.
What the hell? The search or suspects continues after last night's massive explosion - at the CIA archives - Nice for some, having the morning off? Yeah, I, um-- had things to do.
Missed all this.
You owe me.
Yasmin works in Friedkin's office.
She got me the last remaining copy of the Torchwood file.
Now you can take me to dinner.
Esther Drummond.
Hello.
Is there a database correlating mortality rates from every single hospital in the world? Are you on your cell phone? 'Cause you're not allowed to be using it.
And is anyone talking to morticians? Because they've gotta be the first to notice, right? There's nothing.
There's no news.
The whole thing, it's kind of intangible.
How do you investigate something not happening? And all that Torchwood stuff has gone up to Friedkin.
Oh, yeah? So what's Torchwood gotta do with it? I don't know.
It's sort of connected, isn't it? Well, no it's not.
It's a completely different case.
Sure.
Of course it is.
Then why did you mention it? Don't know.
I suppose it just happened at the same time? So what is Torchwood anyway? Um, some kind of British intervention agency-- closed down-- used to specialize in 456 cases and above.
So that first email with "Torchwood," you know, the security breach, - when did that come through? - Sunday night-- 22:36.
- 22:36, huh? - Yep.
reported death-- the last death on planet Earth.
Well, that's disputable.
They said that the last death was on Monday.
No no no.
Monday in Shanghai.
At 11:36.
Washington, D.
C.
is 13 hours behind at 22:36.
Both those things happened at the same time.
Don't you see? You were right.
It's all connected.
Torchwood's the key to this whole thing.
Rex, I've warned you.
You're gonna kill yourself! I can't.
That's the point.
All right, so give me those names again.
Um, um, Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper.
Zero information on him and no sightings of Cooper for the last 12 months.
- It's like she's gone underground.
- Yeah, that's them.
The case details have been censored by unit headquarters.
This file's got referrals going to Geneva and above.
It's way beyond top secret.
- Yeah yeah yeah, C.
I.
A.
move out of my way.
- You can't take them.
Rex, what do you think you're doing? - Sorry, Doc, I'm too busy.
- You are in no condition to leave.
Oh, I'm not just leaving.
- I'm flying - Oh my God.
All the way to the United Kingdom.
Esther, book me a flight.
Hey, C.
I.
A.
! I'm taking that cab.
Move the hell out of the way.
Move! Now make sure you get ahold of supplies 'cause I'm gonna need a requisition 15.
What do you need that for? You do know what a requisition 15 is, right? Of course, I do.
It's clearance to take a handgun on a plane.
Well, then I'm taking a handgun on a plane.
Now book that flight.
Okay, your flight departs at 0200 hours, but your requisition has been refused.
Tengo tu pasaporte.
If requisitions won't move, then get me a handgun from U.
K.
Security.
How am I supposed to do that? Shh! Get me the gun! Rosita, Rosita, here.
I don't know when I'm coming back, all right? I don't want you letting your husband into my house.
You got that? No husband-o.
No husband-o.
All right, now concentrate.
The life of Gwen Cooper-- what do we know? Ex-police.
It says that she joined the Torchwood Institute in October, 2006.
All right, now hold on, hold on.
Go through her police records, find out everyone she worked with, - everyone she trained with.
- Attendant: I'm sorry, sir.
I have to ask you to turn your phone off now.
C.
I.
A.
and I'm sick! Gwen Cooper.
Find out everything.
I can't get into the database.
I'll need your password.
Rex! All right.
So where the hell was I? Right.
The password's "Madrid 6-6-2-1-1.
" That's "Madrid" with a capital "m.
" Now go through that list and scan through their records using a level-1 filter.
Should highlight anything with a red flag or a caution pertaining to Homeland Security.
I've got one positive response-- Police Sergeant Andrew Davison, Cardiff resident.
There's a note in his file-- says he was Gwen Cooper's unofficial liaison.
I can access his private calls.
I've got to filter this through Whitehall - how long's it gonna take? - Any minute now.
And what the hell is this bridge? - The Severn Bridge? - It connects England to Wales.
What, you mean Wales is separate? It's like the British equivalent of New Jersey.
Hold on, hold on.
I think I've got something.
Sergeant Davison made one call on Tuesday at 17:08 to a number that's on the U.
K.
Hickman register.
That's a list of cell numbers allocated to witness protection schemes.
That's it then-- we've got her.
I can request that through MI5.
Now what is this? Wait a minute, I've gotta pay for this bridge? Goddamn Wales.
I've traced the handset.
Sending you the coordinates Now.
It's at 51°, 34'N; 4°, 17'W.
I got it.
C.
I.
A.
! Yeah? So what? Extraordinary scenes in Kentucky as the governor's office releases Oswald Danes on parole.
The charity Freedom and Liberty has employed a force majeure ruling to define Danes' survival as an act of God with liability now on the state to prove otherwise.
We're off.
We're gonna get a good head start and phone you an ambulance.
Don't follow us.
Don't even try.
We just want to be left alone, okay? Hold it right there, mate.
Ah, so much for tying him up.
- I've never tied up a person.
- Men are good at knots.
- How many times have you told me that? - At Christmas.
Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey.
I had a pole through my chest.
I was dead, then I wasn't.
I had to pay for this bridge and now I wanna know what the hell is going on, all right? Because I was dead and now I'm not.
And if that has anything to do with Torchwood or-- or you or anyone, then I need-- You know, it would really help if could hear myself think.
What the hell is he doing? It's a tourist thing.
No.
No, I don't think it is.
Sweetheart.
Get back! Get in the car! Come on! Come on! Can't leave you alone for a minute.
It's you.
Gwen Cooper-- find out everything.
She said to turn off the phone.
Never annoy me again.
Now get in.
Jack, for God's sake, there's a kid here! I got a present for you in the back.
Give her to me, Gwen! You there, C.
I.
A.
, do something useful! Wales is insane! Get down! - Who the hell are you people? - Torchwood.
Right.
So that's sorted.
Rhys, take Anwen to my mother's and keep her safe.
Jack, if you've got access to any weapons, what else have we got? I still got the old I-5s, but everything else is gone.
I knew it though.
Didn't I say? First sign of trouble, you go running off with Captain Jack bollocks.
What choice have I got? They've rebuilt to the tower; well, now we're rebuilding Torchwood.
Isn't that right, Jack? - You even listening to me? - I cut my arm.
Okay.
Can't help but thinking there's more important things - to be worrying about here.
- No.
I cut my arm.
Look at it-- - it's not healing.
- Do you mean-- - I'm staying hurt.
- Oh my God.
- I know.
- Seriously though.
- It's only a cut.
- But it's Jack.
Don't you see? The whole world becomes immortal And I mortal.
I don't mend.
I'm normal again.
I'm plain old human.
- You're what? - Doesn't concern you! You talk some crazy shit, you know that? You should get that seen too.
Yeah, any minute now.
Oh, here comes my ride.
- Andy, you can't do this.
- Orders from above.
I'm sorry.
- He's in charge.
- Since when? He can't arrest us.
He's an American.
I hate to bust up your sweet little tea party, but this isn't an arrest.
This is a rendition.
And on behalf of the C.
I.
A.
under the 456 amendments to U.
S.
code 3184, I'm extraditing this so-called Torchwood team to the United States of America.
Now get me out of here! Take me home.
Oswald Danes faces his last moments on this earth.
Members of the public have gathered outside the Montrose Hill State Penitentiary, but the planned protests against the death sentence have failed to appear, which isn't surprising given the nature of the offense.
A former schoolteacher convicted in 2006 of the rape and murder of 12-year-old Susie Kabina, Danes will be remembered for his infamous line of defense.
Upon his arrest, he told the police: "She should've run faster.
" The condemned is permitted to make a final statement.
Did you ever hear of Torchwood? Never mind that.
Guess what I just heard.
You know, Steve Reynolds, well, it turns out his wife is sick.
She has leukemia or something like that.
Whatever it is, it sounded long term.
Apparently, it's British-- the Torchwood Institute.
Hello? Are you listening? You see, if Steve's gotta come home that leaves a space in Venezuela.
I spent 18 months working out the Maracaibo routes, so it's mine.
- I get promoted.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- And Steve's only been married six months.
All you want from me, you know? It's a tragedy.
All the same, this thing might be worth following.
It just got sent down.
The word "Torchwood" has been emailed to every single east-coast section chief completely bypassing security.
Just one word-- Torchwood.
Following up this Torchwood incident-- wondering if you can access the E.
U.
files.
No no, it's not-- it's not "Touchwood," it's "Torchwood"-- T-o-r-c-h-w So what is Torchwood anyway? I've looked it up.
It's some pretty freaky stuff.
I'll send it to you now.
- Sounds more intelligence, not clandestine.
- You getting this? And if it's got the title institute, that means that it's been officially sanctioned by the U.
K.
government, which we all know is a big hassle because that administration is like kindergarten.
It's gone.
It just got wiped like a virus.
- It just vanished.
- Okay.
I guess that's that.
Now go ask around about Steve's wife.
Get a proper diagnosis.
We need a timeline on this.
And pass that Torchwood thing on to somebody else.
It has absolutely nothing to do with me.
Rex? Rex?! You okay? Yeah.
Yeah.
Dunno.
Just Bad dream.
What about? Oh.
Oh, what d'you think? Torchwood.
His pulse is fast and week-- systolic B.
P.
70.
Beats me how he's still alive.
Rex, my name is Dr.
Juarez, okay? We're taking you straight into surgery.
Do you understand? Is he okay? His name is Rex Matheson.
- You family? - No, I'm just a colleague.
We work-- It's family only.
He's the second one tonight-- D.
O.
A.
s who just won't die.
We had a jumper this afternoon-- 22 floors-- everything pulverized.
Pneumothorax-- both sides, but she wouldn't die.
Same thing.
Just wouldn't die.
Don't be so suspicious.
- What they flying past for? - Because they can.
This is God's own country, that's all.
Just looking.
Now stop it.
"So went outside all on my own.
'Twas midnight, not a sound to be heard.
And I looked up and a woman came out to the sky" "Shining she was, like moonlight, her eyes white, blazing white.
And then she started to sing like a thousand choirs.
One woman with a thousand voices and it was beautiful--" that's enough, don't you think? Who's being paranoid now? You promised we you'd keep her away from this stuff.
Yeah, well, be fair.
She's too young.
She thinks it all sounds like a fairy tale.
It was a nightmare, Gwen.
Your life back then was a living nightmare, love.
- There's someone at the door.
- Shh.
- What do we do? - Shh.
You and-- Shh.
- Hi, hello.
- Sorry.
I hope we're not disturbing you.
Just wondering, if we're going back to the village, is it quicker to cut back across to the beach or would we get cut off at this time of the day? Better to ask, I thought, just in case.
We have got proper shoes.
We can get across nice and quickly.
It's private property.
I'm busy.
- "Get off my land.
" - Shut it.
Shh, oh my God, I could have shot them.
Hey hey, we're safe, sweetheart.
No one knows we're here.
All that stuff's long since gone.
No more Torchwood, right? - Yeah.
Okay.
- It's gone.
- Forgotten, eh? - Yeah, all right.
Sorry.
Okay.
Come here.
Popular man, Rex Matheson.
We've had three different station chiefs on the phone.
- No sign of his family? - We only have a number for his father.
I left a message, but no one's called back.
Is he-- No.
No, he made it.
- He's alive.
- God, I-- thank you.
I-- the paramedics, they said he didn't stand a chance.
Well, looks like someone changed the rules.
Miracles got easy.
It's not only Rex who's still alive.
So is everyone else.
Sorry.
I don't get you.
It started last night.
First I knew, they called up from the morgue.
They were laughing.
They said, "what's happening up there? You on strike?" Turns out no one had died.
had a death-- not one-- not from old age, not from injury, not from sickness-- - all day long.
- Just a coincidence, I suppose.
That's what I said, yeah.
Then I was on a call to St Jude's in Chicago.
And they said, "Well, here's a funny thing: Past 24 hours, we've registered no deaths, not one.
So I called my ex-husband.
He's at Cedarbrook.
Same story-- all day, no deaths.
I tried London.
I have this friend at the Royal Free Hospital.
I called her.
She said, "That's weird.
It's the same thing over here.
" no one's died.
What do you think of that? Hmm? One lucky day.
The survival of Oswald Danes turns out to be the first incident in a much bigger story breaking live this morning.
When the Kentucky medical authority made a chance comment that it hadn't recorded a single death over 24 hours reported the same thing.
The story exploded on social network sites.
Miracle trending as the number-one topic.
From Maine to California the story is the same - For the past 36 hours - Both: No fatalities have been reported.
- No one has died.
- Not one person in the United States - Not a single death.
- All: Miracle day.
- "Miracle day.
" - That's what's being called.
Miracle day.
Mr.
Danes, I'm Alexander Peterssen representing the governor's office.
What, I don't get a personal visit? I'm afraid not, given the circumstances.
But the governor's office would like to offer its condolences without an admission of liability for any physical distress caused by events beyond its control.
Condolences? He can't just say sorry? You have to respect his position.
You're a convicted pedophile, sir, and a convicted murderer.
By your own admission, you took the life of a 12-year-old girl, so the governor's apology is always gonna be within certain limits.
When are you gonna let me go? Well, I don't think that's possible.
I've served my sentence.
Granted, the execution was flawed, but that doesn't defer the sentence.
With respect, you don't reprieve a man you failed to hang because the rope snapped.
Indeed.
And with respect, that particular aphorism applies only - for an execution which has failed.
- And that's you.
On the contrary, I would maintain and my lawyers would maintain my sentence was carried out successfully.
Nothing went wrong-- absolutely nothing.
The fact that life and the laws of life on this Earth have changed is hardly my fault.
Society is full of out-there laws, Mr.
Danes.
Nonetheless, they still apply.
That's right, Mr.
Peterssen.
And when considering the persistence of the law, then the Eighth Amendment clearly forbids the application of cruel and unusual punishment such as mine alongside the Fifth Amendment and I quote, "Nor shall any person be subject for the same offense twice.
" The Founding Fathers practically had me in mind when they wrote the constitution.
Don't you think though? Don't you think? Because I can guarantee, Mr.
Peterssen, that when I talk of lawyers, I mean the team who will be suing the governor-- and I mean the governor himself.
Not his office, but the actual man.
They will be suing him for wrongful imprisonment.
And I promise you that they will sue his ass to high heaven till angels sing songs of him in their laments.
- Is that clear? - Perfectly.
Then go tell him.
Because with every passing second, that's a million dollars more.
Mr.
Peterssen, thank you.
Thank you very much.
Hey.
Heard about Rex.
Is he okay? Yeah.
Thought it was a miracle.
Turns out it's everyone.
Did you get any more on that Torchwood thing? No, it's been shut down.
Orders of Brian Friedkin-- goes through his office only.
- Case closed.
- But what was it? 'Cause the way those files disappeared The world changed overnight, yeah? Some old British thing is not on the top of the list.
Torchwood.
If that wasn't a virus, there's gotta be some sort of malware.
It's like nothing I've ever seen.
The word "Torchwood" is vanished.
It's been eradicated.
If you search for Torchwood, you get no results.
Nothing gets no results.
There's gotta be something on paper.
The shelves are bare.
It's all gone to Friedkin.
I asked Yvonne.
She said it was classified under the 456 regulations.
- She said you wanna stay away.
- Why? They all died, so the story goes.
Anyone that worked for Torchwood was killed in action.
And they died young.
Seen the TV? It's not just you.
This goes beyond America.
It's worldwide.
You've got the same reports from Europe, from Asia, from Africa.
Every death is different.
You can't suspend death like it's a fixed concept.
This goes against the fundamental rules of life on Earth.
They shot him! They shot my brother like Bam bam bam, but, you know, he's still alive and his heart's still going.
He reached out-- whether it's a disease or an experiment or a project gone wrong, it's obvious we're the victims now.
We're the lab rats.
These people are dead.
That's what they are-- dead people sitting up in bed.
They terrify me.
I'm not touching them.
I'm sorry, but they should be corpses.
That's what they are-- living corpses.
The metal missed the spine, but the pericardium was lacerated and a coronary artery was crushed and thrombosed.
That's the one in your leg.
I had to transplant a section of vein from your thigh.
But how did I survive? I don't know.
Even when your heart stopped beating, the process continued-- the process of life, the viability of the flesh, the transfer of oxygen-- it just didn't stop.
Do I get better? Do I heal? Or do I just hurt for the rest of my life? Because if this thing keeps going, the rest of my life is forever, right? Rex, now listen to me.
'Cause you might wanna take something under consideration-- that maybe you were lucky.
You should've died last night, but when this thing happened-- the miracle-- it gave me time to fix you.
Without the miracle, you'd be dead.
It's like someone cast a spell over the whole world.
But what happens when it stops, huh? What happens to me then? Do I die? Oh, you are so cheating.
Cheating? How can I cheat painting a wall? Only a man can turn this into a competition.
- You just went-- whoosh.
- Well, look-- whoosh.
With one stroke, that's hardly a coat.
Oh, bollocks.
- Oh bollocks, bollocks.
- It might be nothing.
There's only one reason why that phone could ring.
But where have you put it? Where have you put it? It's in there.
What is it? What is happened? This is Sergeant Davison with a phone-in report of one suspect, male, in the vicinity of Saint Helen's Hospital, Cardiff City.
So just rendezvous at 0200 hours in the agreed position.
It's my dad-- he's in hospital.
Uh, I've gotta see him.
Sorry, Rhys.
We've gotta go back.
Friedkin's office took all the Torchwood files, - cleared us out.
- I know.
He sent me the double check.
'Cause files get left behind and-- especially if there's a hard copy inside an associated pile.
That sort of thing always gets missed.
Just need to check on all the associations.
Okay.
Not sure where to begin.
Better find out then.
Right.
Okay.
Thanks.
Come with me.
Down! Oh my God.
Is he gonna die? Don't worry about it.
No one dies these days.
Do you wanna bet?! Whoa.
Anyway, Captain Jack Harkness.
Nice to meet you.
Here you go.
That man-- He was after me, not you.
Why? Why would he want you dead? On the very day that no one's dying.
Wish I knew.
And what got you so involved? I'm not authorized for this, but this friend of mine-- I was telling him about Torchwood and He crashed his car while I was talking to him.
And I can't help but thinking-- - that it's all my fault.
- I know the feeling.
So what is Torchwood? Torchwood no longer exists.
Then what was it? 'Cause there were photos in that file of a man who looked just like you, but it said 1939, then 1925.
Is he your father? I suppose it must be.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
I hurt my arm.
Considering what we just went through, I would say that was a miracle.
Yeah, another one.
The Torchwood Institute was set up by the British royal family in 1879 to defend the realm of Great Britain by investigating the unusual, the strange and the alien.
I'm kind of guessing "alien" doesn't mean foreign.
Alien as in extraterrestrial.
Oh my God.
This whole situation, worldwide-- that's exactly the kind of thing - we used to investigate.
- Torchwood-- they said that people died, but there was that other photo-- uh-- Gwen Cooper-- there was no date of death.
She's still alive.
The last one left.
And I'm gonna keep her safe, which means making sure that the institute stays dead and buried.
So that first email last night, the one that just said "Torchwood"-- - wasn't me.
God knows who it was.
But that was enough to call me back and I got to work releasing the malware, destroying hard copies, removing all traces of the word, using Retcon.
What's Retcon? What's Retcon? It's a smart drug-- selective amnesia.
No.
You won't remember a thing.
Nice to meet you, Esther.
The fire at the CIA archive - is now under control - An explosion right at our doorstep.
It's a gift.
Now take a look at the victims.
Are they dead or not? You're not the first to think of it, Mr.
Matheson.
Stop running the case from a hospital bed.
Wait wait wait, what are you talking about? Who else is there? I really can't talk.
- Who else is onto this? - Check the Ringmain.
The what? Hello? F.
B.
I.
Hey, my man, what the hell is the Ringmain? It's the internal cameras.
It's the security system, that's all.
Yeah.
Yeah, this is Rex Matheson with the C.
I.
A.
Put me on with your chief of security.
Yeah, right now.
Session begins supervised by attending surgeon Professor Victor Louis Santini and witnesses to be listed in the hospital register.
The purpose of this enquiry is to determine-- well, as you'll see, following the explosion at the C.
I.
A.
archive Got it.
One of the victims has been Yes, I think we can-- I'm sorry.
They brought me in as an expert, but I don't know what the hell this is.
We think this man was right at the center of the blast And yet he's still alive.
Clearly, the skin is burnt.
He's not indestructible, just undying Ever-living.
We're going to need a new vocabulary.
But we're getting the same results from all over the world.
Is that actual consciousness? It seems like he's still aware.
Excuse me.
I was wondering-- Owen Harper, F.
B.
I.
--But what if you detach the head? I mean, would he stay alive without his head? - I suggest we find out.
- Excuse me, you can't do that.
I mean, literally, you can't-- this man is not dead.
He's our patient.
Your comments have been noted, Dr.
Juarez.
Now shall we begin? Oh my God.
Don't tell me this is a virus or evolution or whatever.
This is deliberate intervention.
I mean, all of us have been changed by design.
But how? Who could do this? Who's got the technology? Simple answer: No one on this Earth.
What the hell? Long time no see.
Oh my God.
Hey.
And you, big lunk-- daddy daycare.
Look at her.
So your father had a mild heart attack on Saturday night and then a second on Sunday and that was quite bad, to be honest.
But he's stable now.
He's out of I.
C.
U.
The funny thing is, if you're gonna get sick, - he didn't half choose the right day.
- What do you mean? Look at them.
They're all gathering around the hospitals like they're the new churches.
I'm not kidding.
We've had doctors being worshipped - since miracle day.
- What's miracle day? Are you kidding me? Haven't you heard? - Heard what? - Come on.
It started two nights ago.
People stopped dying.
They still get hurt, sick-- they just won't die.
Oh, you silly girl.
- I said stay away.
- How could I do that, mom? What if someone sees you? It's not safe.
You told me.
What if someone's watching? Oh, look at her.
Come here.
Oh.
Good God, she's enormous.
That's your grandma , remember? Could she-- never sees me, does she? Not since the day she was born.
Oh, hey, come see your granddad.
Hi, dad.
Hey.
It's me.
Hello.
- You shouldn't have.
- There we are then-- tough.
And you can stop all this nonsense, okay? I want you up and out this bed, lazy old thing.
Ah, there she is.
- Princess.
- Look at her though.
She's huge.
- She's perfectly normal, mom.
- I thought you were being frugal.
- What are you feeding her? Lard? - Yes, mom.
I'm feeding her lard.
Keep telling her that.
By the time she's 13, she'll have a complete psychological complex.
Stop it now, you two.
- Oh, sorry.
- It's okay.
What do you think it is, Gwen? What happened to us? This never-ending life, what is it? Should I be dead, sweetheart? I don't know, dad.
It's the sort of thing - Your lot used to tackle.
- Yeah, but Torchwood's gone, Dad.
There's no one else left on Earth, just me.
Okay? And I'm sorry Because I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do, Dad.
It's all over the world the world.
Look.
Look at this.
Somalia has stopped fighting.
Well, warfare is even worse when the bodies refuse to die.
But take a look at North Korea-- huh, spoiling for a fight.
They've got a lot of soldiers who think they're immortal.
But this miracle, it's specifically human.
I mean, it's gotta be.
This website says if insects stopped dying, we'd be overrun within 48 hours flat.
And that hasn't happened.
So this thing is being targeted at us.
Have a look-see.
Budge over.
- I've missed all this.
- I haven't.
- It's quiet without you.
- Tch.
Here we go.
Look.
Planet Earth-- on average, So if they stop dying, that's an extra million people in just over three days.
Add to that 500,000 people born every day-- that's another million every two days plus the first million.
Bloody hell.
That's the fastest population boom in history.
- We're gonna run out of room.
- We'll run out of food first.
A guy on the telly was saying we've got four months like this-- just four months-- and then that's it.
Society just collapses; everyone fighting each other for food like animals.
Oi.
What are you two doing? Uh, I was just asking for some advice.
Yeah, don't you start.
Gwen? - Yes? - No more investigations.
You promised.
We're here to see your dad.
That's it.
Huh? Do you want to come and have a look? Come on, bright eyes, follow me.
Look, intensive care overflow.
They've got 12 beds with 17 patients already.
What's gonna happen tomorrow? And the day after that? - And the day after that? And the day-- - Listen now, every time you investigate something, you end up in danger, Gwen.
- 'Cause I can help.
- Don't you dare.
- So you-- - I said don't you dare! Have you got that?! Don't you bloody dare, Gwen! See, the thing is, right, if you think miracle day is like a Torchwood case, others are gonna think the same, aren't they? They're gonna come looking for you with guns - like they did the old days.
- I suppose, yeah.
Yeah, we shouldn't even be in the city! There are cameras everywhere, man! And it's different now.
You've got a daughter.
And you can't go putting her into danger! That is why we live in the back of beyond-- to keep her safe.
We've gotta go back! My dad is sick.
Oh, think about it! People aren't dying.
He's gonna survive.
Shh, now.
Shh.
Think about Anwen.
Maybe our daughter's gonna live forever.
Don't, okay? Don't make her part of this-- this thing, okay? Don't! Do you think she could? Possible, yeah.
See, maybe you should let this happen For once.
- Let's go home.
- Yes.
Let's go home.
What the hell? The search or suspects continues after last night's massive explosion - at the CIA archives - Nice for some, having the morning off? Yeah, I, um-- had things to do.
Missed all this.
You owe me.
Yasmin works in Friedkin's office.
She got me the last remaining copy of the Torchwood file.
Now you can take me to dinner.
Esther Drummond.
Hello.
Is there a database correlating mortality rates from every single hospital in the world? Are you on your cell phone? 'Cause you're not allowed to be using it.
And is anyone talking to morticians? Because they've gotta be the first to notice, right? There's nothing.
There's no news.
The whole thing, it's kind of intangible.
How do you investigate something not happening? And all that Torchwood stuff has gone up to Friedkin.
Oh, yeah? So what's Torchwood gotta do with it? I don't know.
It's sort of connected, isn't it? Well, no it's not.
It's a completely different case.
Sure.
Of course it is.
Then why did you mention it? Don't know.
I suppose it just happened at the same time? So what is Torchwood anyway? Um, some kind of British intervention agency-- closed down-- used to specialize in 456 cases and above.
So that first email with "Torchwood," you know, the security breach, - when did that come through? - Sunday night-- 22:36.
- 22:36, huh? - Yep.
reported death-- the last death on planet Earth.
Well, that's disputable.
They said that the last death was on Monday.
No no no.
Monday in Shanghai.
At 11:36.
Washington, D.
C.
is 13 hours behind at 22:36.
Both those things happened at the same time.
Don't you see? You were right.
It's all connected.
Torchwood's the key to this whole thing.
Rex, I've warned you.
You're gonna kill yourself! I can't.
That's the point.
All right, so give me those names again.
Um, um, Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper.
Zero information on him and no sightings of Cooper for the last 12 months.
- It's like she's gone underground.
- Yeah, that's them.
The case details have been censored by unit headquarters.
This file's got referrals going to Geneva and above.
It's way beyond top secret.
- Yeah yeah yeah, C.
I.
A.
move out of my way.
- You can't take them.
Rex, what do you think you're doing? - Sorry, Doc, I'm too busy.
- You are in no condition to leave.
Oh, I'm not just leaving.
- I'm flying - Oh my God.
All the way to the United Kingdom.
Esther, book me a flight.
Hey, C.
I.
A.
! I'm taking that cab.
Move the hell out of the way.
Move! Now make sure you get ahold of supplies 'cause I'm gonna need a requisition 15.
What do you need that for? You do know what a requisition 15 is, right? Of course, I do.
It's clearance to take a handgun on a plane.
Well, then I'm taking a handgun on a plane.
Now book that flight.
Okay, your flight departs at 0200 hours, but your requisition has been refused.
Tengo tu pasaporte.
If requisitions won't move, then get me a handgun from U.
K.
Security.
How am I supposed to do that? Shh! Get me the gun! Rosita, Rosita, here.
I don't know when I'm coming back, all right? I don't want you letting your husband into my house.
You got that? No husband-o.
No husband-o.
All right, now concentrate.
The life of Gwen Cooper-- what do we know? Ex-police.
It says that she joined the Torchwood Institute in October, 2006.
All right, now hold on, hold on.
Go through her police records, find out everyone she worked with, - everyone she trained with.
- Attendant: I'm sorry, sir.
I have to ask you to turn your phone off now.
C.
I.
A.
and I'm sick! Gwen Cooper.
Find out everything.
I can't get into the database.
I'll need your password.
Rex! All right.
So where the hell was I? Right.
The password's "Madrid 6-6-2-1-1.
" That's "Madrid" with a capital "m.
" Now go through that list and scan through their records using a level-1 filter.
Should highlight anything with a red flag or a caution pertaining to Homeland Security.
I've got one positive response-- Police Sergeant Andrew Davison, Cardiff resident.
There's a note in his file-- says he was Gwen Cooper's unofficial liaison.
I can access his private calls.
I've got to filter this through Whitehall - how long's it gonna take? - Any minute now.
And what the hell is this bridge? - The Severn Bridge? - It connects England to Wales.
What, you mean Wales is separate? It's like the British equivalent of New Jersey.
Hold on, hold on.
I think I've got something.
Sergeant Davison made one call on Tuesday at 17:08 to a number that's on the U.
K.
Hickman register.
That's a list of cell numbers allocated to witness protection schemes.
That's it then-- we've got her.
I can request that through MI5.
Now what is this? Wait a minute, I've gotta pay for this bridge? Goddamn Wales.
I've traced the handset.
Sending you the coordinates Now.
It's at 51°, 34'N; 4°, 17'W.
I got it.
C.
I.
A.
! Yeah? So what? Extraordinary scenes in Kentucky as the governor's office releases Oswald Danes on parole.
The charity Freedom and Liberty has employed a force majeure ruling to define Danes' survival as an act of God with liability now on the state to prove otherwise.
We're off.
We're gonna get a good head start and phone you an ambulance.
Don't follow us.
Don't even try.
We just want to be left alone, okay? Hold it right there, mate.
Ah, so much for tying him up.
- I've never tied up a person.
- Men are good at knots.
- How many times have you told me that? - At Christmas.
Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey.
I had a pole through my chest.
I was dead, then I wasn't.
I had to pay for this bridge and now I wanna know what the hell is going on, all right? Because I was dead and now I'm not.
And if that has anything to do with Torchwood or-- or you or anyone, then I need-- You know, it would really help if could hear myself think.
What the hell is he doing? It's a tourist thing.
No.
No, I don't think it is.
Sweetheart.
Get back! Get in the car! Come on! Come on! Can't leave you alone for a minute.
It's you.
Gwen Cooper-- find out everything.
She said to turn off the phone.
Never annoy me again.
Now get in.
Jack, for God's sake, there's a kid here! I got a present for you in the back.
Give her to me, Gwen! You there, C.
I.
A.
, do something useful! Wales is insane! Get down! - Who the hell are you people? - Torchwood.
Right.
So that's sorted.
Rhys, take Anwen to my mother's and keep her safe.
Jack, if you've got access to any weapons, what else have we got? I still got the old I-5s, but everything else is gone.
I knew it though.
Didn't I say? First sign of trouble, you go running off with Captain Jack bollocks.
What choice have I got? They've rebuilt to the tower; well, now we're rebuilding Torchwood.
Isn't that right, Jack? - You even listening to me? - I cut my arm.
Okay.
Can't help but thinking there's more important things - to be worrying about here.
- No.
I cut my arm.
Look at it-- - it's not healing.
- Do you mean-- - I'm staying hurt.
- Oh my God.
- I know.
- Seriously though.
- It's only a cut.
- But it's Jack.
Don't you see? The whole world becomes immortal And I mortal.
I don't mend.
I'm normal again.
I'm plain old human.
- You're what? - Doesn't concern you! You talk some crazy shit, you know that? You should get that seen too.
Yeah, any minute now.
Oh, here comes my ride.
- Andy, you can't do this.
- Orders from above.
I'm sorry.
- He's in charge.
- Since when? He can't arrest us.
He's an American.
I hate to bust up your sweet little tea party, but this isn't an arrest.
This is a rendition.
And on behalf of the C.
I.
A.
under the 456 amendments to U.
S.
code 3184, I'm extraditing this so-called Torchwood team to the United States of America.
Now get me out of here! Take me home.